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34 Jack Fritscher

transmitting ship’s messages as well as passen ger mes-
sages to intermediary ves sels for relay to London and
New York, I met Felix Jones, our red- headed purser who
had provided so much frolic our first night at sea. His
8-inches were basketed dis creetly in his tailored uniform.
He grinned, without a word, and whisked me away for
a surprise he had promised. In the wake of our leaving,
Bride and Phillips must have exchanged the knowing
glanc es of the straight-arrow. I heard their laughter and
was not amused.
“Some men,” I said to Felix, “just don’t get it.”
Bride and Phillips turned back to their messages.

“To Titanic and eastbound ships:
Ice report in latitude 42 N, to 41.25 N,
longitude 49 W, to 50.30 W.
Saw much heavy pack ice and great number
large bergs. Also field ice.
Weather good, clear.”

Waiting for me in a well-appointed, but unoccupied
second-class suite apparently reserved for discreet ren-
dezvous, were the ship’s second carpenter, Michael Brice,
and Third Officer, Samuel Maxwell, both stripped naked,
sitting in opposite Morris chairs, milking separate hard-
ons, await ing a Sunday service of their own.
“Gentlemen,” Felix said, “may I present Mr. Michael
Whit ney.”
Brice stood, cock jutting. Maxwell remained seated,
cock rampant between his spread thighs. Felix, ever
the gentleman’s gen tleman, discreetly withdrew. Not
one word was spoken. Brice locked the door. I stripped.

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