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Titanic! 9

gentlemen’s cigars blinked with each drag in the dark
like stars signaling in the night. We threaded our way
through the silent, standing men, taking our bearings.
“I leave you gentlemen here,” Felix said. “They look
rough. They are rough, most of them, some of them, no
doubt, criminals, but they know where they are. Titanic
is their discipline. They must be careful with nowhere
to escape but the open sea. So you are safe. Perfect, yes?
They know you are not them. The same as you gentlemen,
they have their terms. They want at night only what they
give you by day. Ser vice.” He turned, then turned back.
“Enjoy yourselves, gentle men.” He disap peared through
the lounging lines of men standing in the half-darkness
of the red bulbs lighting the engine room.
“Let’s take an adventure,” Edward said. “Let’s split
up.”
“Divide and conquer.”
He put his arms around me, even surrounded as we
were by so many dark eyes in the red glow. “I love you,”
he said.
“I love you,” I said. “More than life itself.”
“Ah,” he said, “but not more than all this irresistible
cock.”
“Let’s regroup at our suite.”
“When?”
“Whenever.”
“Our clock is not ticking.”
“Time is not run ning out on us. We have a week to
kill on this voyage.”
We parted company and I cruised out on my own,
slowly strolling down the catwalk, eyeing the sailors and
laborers, growing bolder with each step, stopping, staring,

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