The Mating Center by FRANK BELKNAP LONG Copyright 1961 [Transcriber's Note: Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] A Chariot Book EXCITING READING FOR MEN Printed in the U. S. A. The characters in this book are entirely fictitious and are the products of the author's imagination. They in no way represent actual people. TELEMAN BEGAN TO TREMBLE.... The lovely woman approaching him on the travel strip was non-sex-privileged—he could tell by her attire—but she looked at him boldly. As she came abreast of him she stumbled, and he instinctively flung out his arm to catch her. The feel of her body against his sent a shock through his system. She was trembling also, and she whispered strange words to him. "It is breaking down! Can't you feel it? The love instincts are returning—" "No," he protested. She clung to him, grinding her body against his. "Love me," she whispered. "I know you want me. I can see it in your eyes." He tried to push her away. "Look at me," she pleaded. "Am I not beautiful?" She unbuckled the golden belt at her waist so that the brief, diaphanous garment hung free, revealing the generous curves of her body. She stood very straight, her full red lips slightly parted, her jutting breasts heaving with the intensity of her emotion.... PROLOGUE The Guiding Specialist paused, as if to stress the importance of what he was about to say. "Love," he went on, his voice rising slightly, "must be stripped of all artificial romantic glamour and exposed for what it is: a necessary biological technique for the propagation of the race. Its exercise must be confined to a rigorously selected few men and women whose sole function in our society is to further that aim." A murmuring
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