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44 Jack Fritscher

jolly party, in the Main Salon. Edward whispered, “He
said he’d lock me up and throw away the key!”
At 10 exactly, stripped na ked, his 10 inches hard in
front of him, Edward found himself kneel ing, locked in a
cell, sucking the muscular Stoker’s massive 14-inch cock
through the steel bars. At 10:30, Edward, jacking his
own cock, was ordered by the Stoker to back down and
lie on the floor of the cell. The Stoker, as lead coalman,
left to check on his boiler crew. Edward, disobe diently,
aristocrat ically, aban doning the common seaman’s order
to lie on the cold floor, lay alone on the single bunk in the
cell, his cock in his hand, a smile on his face.
“I’m chilly,” Molly said.
“I am always chilled,” Ma dame Ouspenskaya stated.
Our table laughed. Even Mrs. J. J. Astor.
“Indeed,” said the famous mystery writer Jacques
Futrelle, who six days previous had cele brated his
37th birthday at a fashionable London restaurant. “An
American gentleman told my wife that Captain Maxwell
told him that between 7 and 10 PM the air tempera ture
has dropped from 43 to 32 degrees.”
“The promenade deck,” Mrs. Futrelle said, “was no-
ticeably cool this afternoon.”
“Still,” Madame Ouspenskaya said, “the sea is calm.”
“There is no moon,” Molly said wistfully.
“But the stars,” I said, “shine brightly.”
“Not as brightly as my dia mond Hapsburg tiara,”
Molly said. She leaned her bosom close to me. “I hope
you’ve stored it safely in the ship’s vault.”
“Actually,” I said, “it’s in our suite.”
“You’re as careless as me,” she said. “No wonder I
like you.”

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