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32 Jack Fritscher

I came.
The crowd of men came.
The Stoker picked Edward up in his arms, carrying him,
one forearm under Edward’s knees, the other under his shoul-
ders. His big cock, relentless, protruded hard from beneath
Edward’s forward buttock. Edward’s own cock stood erect.
“I fock you,” the Stoker said. “Now you lay the night
with me.”
Edward, my Edward, looked up at the Stoker, grinned,
threw his arm around the giant’s shoulder, and laid his cheek
on the Stoker’s grimy, hairy chest.
And off the Stoker carried him.
Perhaps Edward should have listened to Madame
Ouspenskaya’s card reading, foretelling danger, because
events larger than our most fearful dreams loomed ahead, as
Titanic, built for 24-28 knots, sped, at her captain’s vani ty,
through the icy dark of the North Atlantic at a world-record
30 knots per hour.