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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
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CHAPTER-4
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CHAPTER-7-8
CHAPTER-9-10
CHAPTER-11-12
CHAPTER-13-14
CHAPTER-15-16
CHAPTER-17-18

impossible to close on a quarry at these speeds, unless each man knew 

what his buddy was doing. 

 

At 15,000 miles per hour, a micro-second of delay before acting, could 

slam two ships together with a violence that would atomize everything. 

Still they refused to make radio contact with each other. 

 

Lors watched them coming back at him, minute silver specks on the radar 

sweep. He shoved the stick forward and dived for the ocean in a shallow 

plunge. He had the biggest advantage, in that they had to anticipate 

_his_ moves, in order to get him into their sights. One of them got him 

in his sights and fired. 

 

He watched the rocket spearing toward his ship and slammed the stick 

over to the right. The discus-like scout ship flipped over in a slow 

roll, the rocket barely missing the ship. Lors felt a little sick. He 

eased the throttle back, flattening the ship out not fifty feet above 

the water of the Atlantic Ocean. Then he shoved the throttle to the wall 

and raced north. 

 

The Scout ship speed indicator swung crazily and stopped at 24,500 

m.p.h. Behind him, the other four were firewalling their throttles just 

to keep within range. They couldn't possibly fire at him, because going 

away at speeds like they were using, he could outrun any rocket made. 

Not only was that in his favor, but should one of them fire, they would 

fly into their own weapon. 

 

He glanced at Danson. Nick had awakened and was staring wide eyed at the 

ocean that was spinning past them as they streaked north. Then Nick's 

mouth opened and Lors looked ahead. They were almost on the freighter! 

 

Lors lifted the ship and whipped over the spars of the ship in a rush 

that had probably broken lines and smashed windows all over the vessel. 

Behind him, the others were streaking over the ship and Lors could 

imagine the terrified crew-members who had probably been knocked flat 

by the wash from the scout ships. 

 

Danson had fainted. 

 

Ahead of him was a heavy cloud cover. He streaked for it, with his four 

buddies in hot pursuit. He hit the cloud cover and began dodging 

recklessly through it, changing his course constantly to throw his 

pursuers off. He burst out on the far side of the bank of clouds and 

couldn't see the other four ships. He streaked for the cabin in the 

mountain country of Pennsylvania, with Danson still out. 

 

Lors throttled back and hovered over the cabin. It was deserted. In the 

sunlight, it looked like a child's toy house in a miniature clearing. He 

settled the ship in another small clearing, in the woods beyond the 

house and shut off the engines. He threw back the canopy and removed the 

belt from around Danson. 

 

He slung the Terran over his shoulder and headed for the cabin. Still 

nothing moved about the place. Lors breathed a sigh of relief. All he 


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