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2 Jack Fritscher

Actually, we both had grown quite fond of Mrs. Brown
who insisted she be called Molly. We three proved in-
stantly agreeable tablemates the first day of the voyage
as Titanic sailed proudly at noon from Southampton on
April 10, Edward’s twenty-sixth birthday. On Titanic’s
brief stop at Queenstown, Ireland, Molly appreciated
Edward’s ship-rail comments about the hundreds of
strapping young Irish tramping up the gangway to steer-
age, boys and girls immigrat ing to America’s streets of
gold. The shipboard gossip and salon hauteur was that
Molly had been a showgirl, which was a scan dal because
showgirls, everyone knew, were always whores, no ex-
ceptions, thank you, even though Molly had married up
into mil lions when she snagged the well-heeled land bar-
on, the big-hung cowboy, Johnny Brown, back in Colora do.
Whatever she had been when she was on stage,
Molly Brown was the kind of female who recognized two
people in love, which, if it were two men, was aces by her.
“Frank ly, I pre fer the company of you fellers. You know
what you want when most don’t. If love is what you got,
you got more than the Astors. Besides, you dress better
than the best, and you never laugh at any of my git-ups.”
“Eddy Weddy,” I said, “wants to wear your red ball-
gown with the red ostrich headdress.” My American sense
of sarcasm loved to pique Edward’s Brit ish starch.
“Michael!” Edward said; no, Edward com manded. My
dick stirred. His handsome jaw jutted out foursquare
below his per fect white teeth and blond moustache. His
eyes were bluer than the North Atlantic at high noon.
His knee touched mine beneath the table. He had the
strong body of a trained athlete. My cock rose thinking
of his lean, hard thighs and long-muscled arms in his

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