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PREFACE
CHAPTER-1-2
CHAPTER-3
CHAPTER-4-5-6-7
CHAPTER-8-9
CHAPTER-10-11
CHAPTER-12-13-14-15
CHAPTER-16-17
CHAPTER-18-19
CHAPTER-20-21-22
CHAPTER-23-24-25
CHAPTER-26-27-28
CHAPTER-29-30
CHAPTER-31.1
CHAPTER-31.2
CHAPTER-31.3
CHAPTER-32
CHAPTER-33
CHAPTER-34-35-36-37-38
CHAPTER-39-40-41-42
CHAPTER-43-44-45
CHAPTER-46-47
CHAPTER-48
CHAPTER-49-50
CHAPTER-51
CHAPTER-52-53
The Sex Life of the Gods. Michael Knerr. CHAPTER-1-2
CHAPTER-3
CHAPTER-4
CHAPTER-5-6
CHAPTER-7-8
CHAPTER-9-10
CHAPTER-11-12
CHAPTER-13-14
CHAPTER-15-16
CHAPTER-17-18

 

He burst into the repair bin area of the hangar and jerked his head 

toward the tubes. When a ship came into the side of the mother-ship, 

they entered through a large port which made it easier for the pilot of 

the scout ship. But to leave the starship, one had to install the 

smaller craft into one of the many blast tubes on either side of the big 

hangar. 

 

He looked frantically about the area for Danson and spotted the Terran 

standing unobtrusively near the pilot entry to one of the blast tubes. 

Nick Danson, garbed in the blue and yellow of a Firstspacer, was a twin 

for Lors. He hoped anxiously that none of the repairmen would notice the 

trick. 

 

Lors grabbed a mechanic by the arm. "Spacer! I'm on an urgent mission. 

Where can I get a ship?" 

 

The young spacer looked thoughtful for a moment, then pointed toward a 

tube on the other side of the hangar. "In that tube, sir." 

 

"Thank you." 

 

"I'll help you rig it," the spacer said. 

 

"Never mind, I'll do it myself. Go about your work." 

 

"Yes, sir." The spacer turned away, a puzzled look on his face. 

 

Lors motioned to Danson and headed toward the tube door. He could well 

understand the spacer's bewilderment. While it was possible for the 

pilot of a scout ship to launch his own craft, it was highly impractical 

and not normally done. He hoped it didn't arouse their suspicions. He 

yanked the door open and looked over his shoulder. Danson was almost to 

him, running hard. Heads turned as the mechanics watched him run. 

 

"Hurry!" 

 

Danson reached the door and Lors shoved him into the tube. 

 

"Where's Brice," Danson demanded. 

 

Lors slammed the door and whirled the wheel of the spider lock. He 

didn't answer. He was too concerned with getting the door secured. 

Through the port in the heavy door, he could see spacers gesturing and 

pointing at the blast tube. 

 

"Where's Brice!" 

 

"He's dead." Lors secured the wheel and noticed that a Vice-commander 

had come into the hangar area. "Get in the ship! Fast!" 

 

Outside, the hanger workers were milling about like a fleet of bees. 

Lors turned to Danson and saw him standing beside the ship, his eyes 

wild with disbelief. 

 

"Get in the ship!" 

 

"Not without Brice!" 

 

Lors exploded in his native tongue. "Get in that ship, Danson! How long 

do you think it'll be before they come in the emergency door?" 

 

Nick's eyes were wide and violent. "I'm not leaving Nolan up here, 

goddammit! Get out of my way!" 

 

Lors shoved the Terran as he came in and watched him backpedal into the 

side of the scout ship. Danson muttered a curse and dived at the 

spaceman. Lors had no choice in the matter. He swung hard, Terran style, 

in what had come to be known as the "ole one-two." His left fist dug 

into Nick's stomach and, when he bent with the blow, Lors brought his 


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