[Titanic] Ticket

Lester stroked his hair, and said a little shyly: "Some small problems, I have always been strong and strong."

Andrews looked almost amused by him, and this gentle and nice gentleman looked him up and down: "I don't think so, Mr. Roland, I'm afraid everyone here will disagree with this matter. To be honest , you don't even look like Miss Ruth—well, I mean healthy."

Lester's smile was a little stiff, and he swore that the good old man gave him a knowing blow without knowing it.

God's underpants, Carl was laughing like crazy, and Ruth, the girl who turned her face away and her shoulders shook like a hereditary epileptic fit—if that's what the hell happened to the Bucketts.

Andrews smiled and raised his hand in a "sorry" gesture: "No offense. Changes in the environment can easily make people sick, not to mention we are in the cold North Atlantic Ocean. Mr. Roland, please take care of your body, Although they are minor issues that seem insignificant now, when you are old, these little cuties may make you regret it."

"Thank you, Mr. Andrews."

The threesome became the "Titanic Tour" with Carl grabbing Lester's arm - the goddamn rich insisted on doing it - after Lester repeatedly refused his hook-finger, hand-pull requests , Andrews and Ruth had a good chat, except Mrs. Ruth Bukett, who was always gloomy, everything seemed to be in a good atmosphere and happy.

Ruth was talking to Andrews about the lifeboat. Lester listened very carefully at first, but later he fell into constant distraction.

……

He remembered some details.

The number of lifeboats on the Titanic is actually in full compliance with international standards, but the reason why only one-third of the people were rescued is that the ship sank so fast that some lifeboats were not even launched into the sea. , and the rescued lifeboats were not full-everyone was afraid that they would sink to the bottom of the sea because they carried one more person.

Lester is a little sad. He has watched this movie many times. Before he was 16 years old, he had a long time to accompany his occasional rest mother to squeeze in front of the TV as two couch potatoes——Susan loves it got this.

But in fact, what he can remember more is the scene when two people sat in the last row of the movie theater and shared popcorn for the first time. It was one of the few good memories in his entire life. .

Susan was a very sentimental person—unlike Lester—for which she used to call him "another heartless Roland," and she cried almost the entire scene, over Ruth Buckett's Involuntarily, for the loyalty of Jack Dawson, in short, all the reasons you can think of-God knows how Susan raised him until he was 16 years old.

Probably the only time she shows herself as a red-light district woman, in the scene in which Mrs. Brown calls for a lifeboat and is sternly rebuffed, she captures the attention of the entire cinema—thanks to her terrific, long-winded profanity— — She should really be writing speeches for the political opponents of the President of the United States.

No bloodshed, ha!

Whatever, these are not important, the important thing is how to get yourself a seat on these lifeboats-Carl has money, but it seems to be useless in the end, not to mention Lovejoy, Ash and him—if the worst ever happened.

Lester was thinking intently, until someone pulled him into a place with great force, and then he was pressed hard against the wall: "Pissoff! I feel like I was thrown into a lasagna, seriously, you again What madness!"

Lester broke free from him angrily, but Carl didn't let go—Satan only knew how he could have such great strength. The rich man's eyes were full of arrogance and coldness, and his slender and strong fingers firmly clamped his chin , his whole body looks like a statue with simple and tough lines.

Fuck!

Lester looked away in embarrassment: "Don't fucking look at me like that, Hockley."

"Huh? You're hard, obviously. Really, you like me so much? I'm really flattered." Carl smiled, but still maintained that sexy expression on his face that can be ranked in the top ten playboys, "Tell me ,what's on your mind?"

"I didn't think about it. Go away, at least it has nothing to do with you." Lester felt that his jaw was about to be crushed into a pile of waste, and the cold-blooded capitalist was obviously tired of it.

He hated not being able to see other people's minds, and of course Lester knew that - he was such a fucker himself, and when he didn't understand Carl, think of himself, it was all there.

But obviously, he didn't know Carl Hockley well enough, and the cold-faced rich man suddenly covered his face, his lips pressed against his own, and his tongue stuck in irresistibly—he didn't look like he was here at all. A kiss, but want him dead more—in a new way no one has ever heard of—like smothering him with his tongue or something.

"you--"

"I know you want to scold me, baby, but you've scolded enough today—and you've obviously got the subject and object of the word fucked up wrong." Carl rubbed against Lester's lips, and he looked Looking happy, a pair of light brown eyes full of joy, "Feeling okay? I know you don't hate it, don't try to put me down, boy."

"Yes, it's good! Very good! I dare say I'm on my knees for the experience of Carl The Kiss Hockley. For all the women you've fucked, don't take it so ignorantly." Pressure, get your hands out of my pants, Carl!" Lester leaned against the wall panting—cursing again on this body that was not as strong as Miss Ruth's, he touched his hot lips and turned Rolling his eyes, the rich man laughed loudly, and leaned over to kiss him delicately.

Those soft touches on the eyes, the bridge of the nose, and the lips, like a rare kiss that Susan would give him when she made money or was in a good mood—often the two were directly related—tickled, but It's enough to make people feel at ease -- or if I have to use a woman's term, quite happy.

Really.

There was a little smile in Lester's eyes, and he didn't respond to Carl, but Hockley had always been able to see and hear, and Carl saw his joy, and was willing to hug him and share these warm little gestures.

"Tell me, Lester, I hope you will open up to me." Carl asked again, obviously with a spirit of breaking the casserole.

Lester leaned on his shoulder: "God, are you still a seven-year-old boy, you have to get to the bottom of it, huh? It's nothing to say, I think of my mother-a red-light district bitch, she paid for it with her selling money. Gave me some good stuff, and that made me happy for a while, until the paper on the window was slashed mercilessly. You know, I guessed that, but refused to think about it, I just—"

"You just love her." Carl kissed his forehead, softly reassuring, "I get it, I get it, Lester. You don't understand the look on your face when you think about it—"

Vulnerable as a child who has lost everything.

Carl knew that one day, he would give all that Hockley could give—even the world—for this expression.

"Like something, come on, let me see Mr. Carl Hockley's shocking metaphor." Lester squinted and said softly.

Carl stroked his chin and thought for a moment, "Like a teenage girl who's been fucked, that's all."

"Fuck you."

The two laughed about the conversation for a while, and Carl stroked the young man's beautiful blond hair and asked him, "Want to hear me play the piano, boy?"

Lester cheered up: "You really do?"

"Don't underestimate the compulsory courses of a nobleman, baby."

Carl walked to the piano and sat down—and now Lester had every reason to suspect that he had premeditated it—a musical instrument room dedicated to the nobles, and the choice of this room was simply amazing.

Lester picked up the violin placed in the corner and hung it around his neck: "Paganini No. 20 Four Caprices, is that okay?"

"of course."

……

At the same time, in the restaurant, Bruce Ismay was angrily pulling the expensive silk scarf around his neck: "Captain Smith, you have to understand what this means to me——to the White Star Company !"

"Yes, money—a lot of money, fame, or a blue ribbon?" Smith sipped his tea unhurriedly, and said in a sarcastic tone. It really annoys him.

"Don't say it's so personal! It's all our success, Mr. Morgan's, mine, and yours—Captain Edward Smith! You can make it a real commodore instead of a reserve !" Ismay emphasized as loudly as he could while paying attention to the reactions of the people around him—if it was possible, he wanted to cut open the head of this old thing with a knife and see what was filled inside. thing.

How could he not understand the benefits behind this matter?The White Star Company will surely become famous and its stock price will skyrocket because of the unprecedented success of the Titanic's maiden voyage, all of them will get rich, and the entire high society will cry and cry for a share of the pie!

Captain Smith remained unmoved: "No, sir, I don't need those, I'm old enough, I don't have the same ambitions and aspirations as you. I have to be responsible for the whole ship - their lives, their lives. Family and everything they have, sir."

"But the Titanic is unsinkable, even God himself can't sink it!" Ismay finally couldn't help shouting, many people heard this, and they even toasted for him from afar Applause, this made Ismay more confident, he put his hands on the table, half bent down and threatened, "Think about your family, captain. Your son, he admires you, but you will become a ridicule of everyone. Coward. Your wife, who depends on you, and you will most likely be fired for offending the entire board, and you will both live in poverty. That is not what you want, I swear."

Captain Smith tightened his grip on his glass. He seemed to be struggling. Is fame really not that important?Will the Titanic really sink?Was it possible that what Lester Rowland had said was nothing more than a sensational hypothesis?

"No... sir..." Captain Smith squeezed two words out of his teeth, feeling the weight of lead dragged in his stomach finally sink to the bottom.

Ismay said "you will regret it" with cold eyes and left angrily.