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[Front cover: Janet was more than a beautiful woman. She was white heat
and surging womanhood all dolled up in a body like that of a French
movie star. She was as wanton as a Polynesian dancer and as demanding as
a nympho.]
[Cover flap: Beth Danson was about twenty-five and, besides her deep
auburn-brown hair and lovely face, she boasted an equally attractive
body. He found himself captivated by the warm thrust of her breasts
beneath the silk blouse. The clear milk of her flesh, at the "V" of her
throat 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 and
expected him to just fall into the routine of marriage. It wouldn't be
hard to come to love this woman, but it would take awhile. Hell, he
didn't know her. She was a complete stranger who had suddenly told him
they were married. There was nothing familiar about her; even the
fingers that were softly working over his face were alien.]
"_I think we're property..._"
--_Charles Fort_
He was lying on a strangely made bed, the warm breezes of evening
rolling in off the crashing sea and the woman stood in the ornate
doorway that entered the bedroom. Her hair was as gold as the noon sun
and her eyes, lifting slightly at the outer curves, were as blue as the
sea. Her lips petaled back over the white strength of her teeth and her
fingers did strange things to make the flimsy robe drop from the rounded
softness of her shoulders. Then his fingers curled about the curve of
her thigh. His fingers tightened and the crimson smile broadened; he
pulled and felt her resist him with maidenly demureness, but in the end
she came to him. He felt the yielding firmness of her body pressing down
into his on the bed and his arms furled about the softness that she
offered. The warm cones of her breasts worked on the hardness of his
chest and his mouth fused against hers for a passionate kiss.
SEX LIFE OF THE GODS
by MICHAEL KNERR