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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

right fist up from the floor and felt it smash into Danson's face. The 

Terran slammed backwards against the ship, his head striking the metal 

sides. He crumpled into an unconscious blue mound beside the ship. 

 

He wasted no time. Casting a glance at the lifeless panel that was the 

emergency door at the far end of the blast tube, he grabbed Danson under 

the arms and hauled him up the short ladder to the cockpit of the ship. 

If they came through that emergency door, he was finished. He could not 

push the button in the wall that would open the huge port in the side of 

the starship. 

 

They would die if he did! 

 

It would be one thing, to free an alien, but to intentionally kill 

members of his own race would mean disaster. Thirty seconds after he 

pushed the wall button, would open the port at the end of the tube and 

send the void of space rushing into the chamber. Anyone who did not have 

adequate pressurization would be a fond memory. 

 

He stuffed Danson's body into the cockpit seat and buckled the strap 

about him. Lors left the cockpit canopy open and leaped to the floor of 

the tube. How long do I have? A minute? Two? Keep them outside, he 

pleaded, and dived for the button. 

 

"Lors!" 

 

The shout echoed hollowly in the tube. He glanced toward the door and 

saw three mechanics inside the tube. Thunder and lightning! One second 

after he had slammed the button and all the doors would have locked 

automatically and the port would have opened. 

 

Panicked by the sight of them, he whipped out his pistol and fired. In 

the tube, the weapon sounded like a firecracker going off in a steel 

drum. The unarmed mechanics stopped dead, whirled and ducked back 

through the door. In another four seconds, the armed guards would show 

up. 

 

Lors shoved the weapon back into the holster and slammed his hand 

against the button. It would lock them out now! He had his thirty 

seconds now. He dived for the ship, dropped into the cockpit and slammed 

the canopy forward, twisting the lock into place. 

 

His fingers moved over the controls and the engines whined into life as 

the port opened before him. He was on his way! He revved the engines 

impatiently as the big door rolled away and the stars burned in at him. 

Then he shoved the speed control forward and the scout ship surged out 

into the blackness of space. His feet kicked at the pedals and his hands 

worked the stick. The scout ship rolled over and streaked toward the 

lighted ball of the earth. 

 

He turned his head, looking over his shoulder at the mother-ship. Tiny 

flashes of brilliant light speared from the starship. They lifted, 

fluttered and followed him like a swarm of bees. 

 

They were giving chase! 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

 

 

He had thought there would be a pursuit. He kicked at the rudder pedals 


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