Transcriber’s Note
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.copyright on this publication was renewed.
Beth Danson was about twenty-five and, besides her deepauburn-brown hair and lovely face, she boasted an equally attractivebody. He found himself captivated by the warm thrust of her breastsbeneath the silk blouse. The clear milk of her flesh, at the “V” of herthroat excited him in a strange way. When he thought of her as his wife,it was frightening. It was as though someone had tossed him a woman andexpected him to just fall into the routine of marriage. It wouldn’t behard to come to love this woman, but it would take awhile. Hell, hedidn’t know her. She was a complete stranger who had suddenly told himthey were married. There was nothing familiar about her; even thefingers that were softly working over his face were alien.
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He was lying on a strangely made bed,the warm breezes of evening rolling inoff the crashing sea and the womanstood in the ornate doorway that entered the bedroom. Her hair was as goldas the noon sun and her eyes, liftingslightly at the outer curves, were as blueas the sea. Her lips petaled back overthe white strength of her teeth and herfingers did strange things to make theflimsy robe drop from the rounded softnessof her shoulders. Then his fingerscurled about the curve of her thigh. Hisfingers tightened and the crimson smilebroadened; he pulled and felt her resisthim with maidenly demureness, but inthe end she came to him. He felt theyielding firmness of her body pressingdown into his on the bed and his armsfurled about the softness that she offered.The warm cones of her breastsworked on the hardness of his chest andhis mouth fused against hers for apassionate kiss.
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SEX LIFE OF THE GODS
by
MICHAEL KNERR
AN UPTOWN BOOK
AN ORIGINAL NOVEL
UPTOWN BOOKS
are published at
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Copyright 1962 by Uptown Publications
All Rights Reserved
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All persons and events portrayed in this book are fictitious.Any resemblance to persons living or dead, oractual events is purely coincidental.
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FOREWORD
He left the mother ship and h