[Titanic] Ticket

When Lester found Jessica she was sitting at a table playing cards—yes, that’s right, a table, with the red tutu raised above her knees, the lace and The lining looked dirty and erotic. A thick dark hand was buried in her skirt, and the wrist was flicking lightly. Many people whistled and applauded obscenely for this.

Jessica greeted Lester lazily, then threw away the cards in her hand and shouted: "Okay, you idiots, it's time to end!"

"Fuck! Bitch, is this little boy your new lover? Are you in a hurry to let him fuck?" The mixed-race black man who was thrown away was obviously very dissatisfied. He pushed away the table and stood Standing up—his head almost reaching the ceiling, his bloodshot eyes stared fiercely at Lester, and soon his gaze changed, "God, this son of a bitch is so fucking beautiful !Hey boy, spend the night with me and I can make you cry!"

Lester rolled his eyelids coldly: "Go away, don't make me say it a second time."

The contemptuous attitude of the young man obviously angered the mixed-race black man - he came to the United States from England to get rid of all kinds of discrimination and injustice brought about by his skin color, and Lester's expression and behavior all reminded him of the humiliation he had suffered and violence.

He jumped up from the spot like a gorilla, and slammed his huge fist at Lester's cheek - Jessica saw the icy light in his finger, it was a sharp thin blade, if He really succeeded, and Leicester must pay a heavy price for it.

Lester quickly grabbed a glass of dark beer and knocked it against the wall. The splashed beer made the mixed-race black man tilt his head. When he turned his face, the sharp piece of glass was against his soft On the eyeball, it only needs to be forward a millimeter, and he may have a ruptured eyeball infection and flirt with God.

"I said it, don't make me say it a second time." Lester's voice was soft and cheerful, and the gloomy and cold thing in his eyes made the half-race black man almost tremble - this little white face is a real lunatic, he Seems to be really enjoying it.

Oh shit!He's just being mean. Could it be that everyone in this world has progressed rapidly and can transform into Todd Scissorhands?

Lester leaned down and asked him softly, "Understood?"

"...Yes, I'm sorry, honorable sir." The mixed-race black swallowed, seeing that Lester didn't seem to want to continue, he quickly ran to the other end of the lounge with his tail between his legs, his companions didn't dare to laugh He—God knows, the little guy's aura almost scared the shit out of them.

Lester tilted his head, and threw the glass on the ground—a lot of people jumped up like frightened birds, isn't it funny, at least Jessica laughed unscrupulously, and she put on Lester's arm in a high-profile manner. Arms, nose up to the sky: "Let's go, Mr. Roland. I think we still have important things to do."

Lester smiled tolerantly: "You are right, Mrs. Jessica."

"God, he called her Mrs. Jessica, oh, isn't that decent?" an Irish lad yelled, pulling his cheeks down as if he was about to vomit.

The mixed-race black companion rolled her lips and mocked: "That bitch, after tonight, she will definitely forget the size of Rupert's dick, just look at how stupid he was just now!"

"Shut up, you son of a bitch."

……

"I really didn't expect it, this is really——Ms. Jessica, you are beyond my expectation." Lester looked at the huge pile of things wrapped in tarpaulin, and he didn't hesitate to praise him, after all Although he thought of the girl's ability, he still far underestimated her.

Jessica flushed slightly—hell, she hadn't felt shy in a long time.

Oh God, that would be as rare as her lost virginity.

But who's to blame, the young man in front of him is handsome and kind - and he compliments himself sincerely - a lady, really, if he didn't like men...

Fuck, like men!

Jessica hissed in pain: "Mr. Roland, with all due respect, the things you prepared look useless on this ship, and, I can't say, but I feel like—"

"It seems like the best preparation for escape?" Lester said without raising his head while arranging the thick hemp rope in his hand, "It's not surprising, I hope the worst will never happen, even if I It doesn't matter if you treat him as a persecuted delusional patient."

Jessica flipped through her skirt and found a half-smoked cigarette butt. She just put it under her nose and smelled it deeply. After a long time, she said, "No, sir, I believe you .So I got some for myself too, and three life jackets, I guess you might want that."

The movement of Lester's hand stopped suddenly: "Gosh, there can't be a more caring girl in this world than you! I really need it, I thought it was too conspicuous—"

"A third-class guy will do anything to get what he wants—as long as he has money." Jessica shrugged and gave a playful smile.

……

Lester had a good conversation with Jessica. This girl has actually been to many places, with rich experience and precise intuition. She claimed that she was willing to believe that Lester relied on her "sixth sense", which is more accurate than women's monthly letters. ’, not the pretty rare face of the young man.

Lester was almost amused by her. He smiled and said as he was about to push the door: "Oh, I'm going to be sad, Mrs. Jessica, you know, good-looking people are usually more narcissistic."

The door was opened from the inside unexpectedly, and the young man was not frightened at all. He even greeted happily: "Oh, God, Lester, are you back?"

"Good evening, Ash. What are you going to do?" Lester stroked his hair. The Irish boy had short, beautiful golden-brown hair that hung soft and clean over his browbones after a shower.

Ash rubbed his palm, and said with a smile: "Go do the laundry, come together?"

"No, no. Stop doing these jobs, put on your coat and come with me, Ash, I have something for you." Lester paused, and added, "It's a little cold outside, put on more, boy Son, you might catch a cold."

"God, I'm much stronger than you." Ash rolled his eyes, flexing his arms to show him his muscles, "Don't you think so, pretty lady?"

"Jessica. That's true, if I ask you."

Jessica laughed unceremoniously, and Lester looked a little downcast with drooping eyes—he's had enough of this joke, it's not funny at all, really, especially Cal Hockley the hell Guy claims to remember the time of his life.

……

Ruth and Jack were running all the way to avoid the seemingly omnipresent guards and the loyal old housekeeper. They ran to the deck, which was empty. Jack put on his heavy coat for Ruth and whispered: "You should Came out with an extra coat, girl, it's damn cold."

Ruth said sweetly, "I don't need those, I just have you. When the boat docks, I'll go with you."

"This is crazy," murmured Jack, tenderness and love in bright blue eyes, "but I love you for being crazy!"

The two kissed stickily together——

"Uhha, Lester, this is the best show I've seen tonight, isn't it?"

"God, there is no way out in this world. A good man either loves a man or has a woman. God, my heart is going to break, really."

"I'm afraid—we ought to be a little more polite and quiet, gentlemen and ladies."

A private meeting between two people can be called romantic, but when there are onlookers in the private meeting, this thing is not so wonderful-especially when the number of onlookers outnumbers the number of private meeting participants.

Ruth's expression was broken to the ground, Jack reacted quickly, turned sideways and slammed Ruth's face: "What - Lester?"

"Good evening, Jack." Lester gave him a knowing look, "Nice to meet you too, Miss Buckett."

Ruth crossed her arms and mocked, "I don't know what to be happy about, Mr. Roland."

"I thought - a sweet sex can not only make a woman tender, but at least it won't make her look like a bad-tempered hedgehog." Jessica said coldly, remembering her grass-colored eyes Uncommonly gloomy, he looked Ruth from head to toe almost impolitely, "I never knew that a noble lady would be willing to do that with a man in the open air! To be honest, I don't even have the guts! "

Ruth has always been a rebellious and rebellious girl, but she is destined to rarely hear such rude words and inferior descriptions in the circle she lives in. She was so angry that the circles of her eyes turned red: "You-this-"

"Son of a bitch, I know you want to say this." Jessica gave a fake and sweet smirk, "Please say whatever you want, Miss Bucket, and don't make it look like who the hell cares!"

Jack pressed Ruth's shoulder, and just as he was about to say something, there was a high-pitched scream from the watchtower: "Iceberg! The iceberg is ahead!"

The gloomy bell cut through the night, and everyone on the deck was stunned. The howling sea wind slapped some icy debris on their faces, and the penetrating coolness seemed to freeze their whole bodies and souls.

Lester just leaned over the railing and glanced at it, then grabbed one with one hand and ran quickly towards the first-class cabin.

"I, my God—" Ruth stammered, almost at a loss for words.

"Don't stand there stupidly! Come here, Ruth, follow them closely!" Jack yelled crazily, his tough attitude made the girl involuntarily obey her and run together.