Barry Lafor lit-up a lamp in the dark compartment. "Let me tell you how I met my wife, it has been forty years, but there are things that can't be erased from my mind. I was a mechanic cruising down the Amur river to the Sea
of Okhotsk when I met Rosemary, a boney Lettish lady, who lived a while in Bosnia. When things got too harsh there, she decided to leave and moved to Lemnos, a little Greek island. During the cruise I grew really fond of her;
Eros had struck my heart. She was loftier than any other passengers aboard. Everytime I saw her eyes, I heard faeries sing the sweetest songs. On board, however, there were more players among us.
There was this senile fowler who envied my
relationship with Mary. He was a fretful man and when he talked, saliva dripped down from his chin. Now I am no prude, but this guy had cheap bestial ideas as how to
treat women. One time we had to anchor because I had to repair the hubs of the three propellor fans, so all passengers went to shore. That day, Mary was found in tears with her voile and blouse ripped. The arrogant ape had tried
to rape her a mile from the beach. I was furious, and he squealed like a shoat when the captain ordered, "Take him below and tie that weasel to the bulkhead with Velcro". He would be brought to justice."
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