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Grunting, I sit up and slipthem drop by the side of the bed, and then reach over to turn sohts back on but I can’t reach them and quickly realize I’ht now

"Hey baby?" I call out "Can we keep the lights on?" I fall back onto the bed "Honey?"

The bathroom door opens and Marina briefly stands in the entrance, the hood now draped over her shoulders, but even by squinting I can’t make out her features since she’s backlit in the doorway, just a dark shapepartway behind her, and it’s so freezing in the cabin thatfrom the bathroo her face, and she proceeds to yank downwith the Calvin Klein boxer-jockeys and tosses thehs spreadsin between thely-is rock hard and she starts rolling her tongue around the head while sucking on it at the sa the head in herher hand up and down the shaft

"I want to kiss you," I groan, hookingto pull her on top of me, but her are tomuscular pale shoulders and what looks like a tattoo, partly covered by the strap of a white tank top, on the right shoulder blade Reaching out, I try to touch the tattoo "Coroan, "take ’ your clothes off," but she keeps pushing ing down, brushing acrossup the shaft, and then I’ myself so I can push the entire dick back into herit over and over and I’ to co ainstaway but she slips it in and I start co away fro around the roo a wig?" before I pass out, which I don’t want to do because there are so s I need to show her

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The noon whistle is what stops the dreaht I rapped in blankets after I passed out but no one removed the tuxedo shirt and bow tie Unable to stay htly curled fetal position I’reat deal of pain-I reach for the phone but in mid-reach realize I’ve missed brunch and there’s no possibility I could keep anything down anyway so I nix rooer to the bathrooreedily from the sink, which tastes awful, and then I stare at my reflection in the mirror, utterly confused: my face looks completely dehydrated and splotchy, the hair on roovy ’80s kind of way and below that the sparse hair on my stomach is matted with dried sen After a shower the day seeet dressed, take three Advil, flush my eyes with Visine, then fall into a violent heap on the bed

I call Marina’s room but there’s no answer

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I find Marina’s room and knock on the door but there’s no answer and, predictably, it’s locked I knock again, placein the corridor, out of it, still hazy, wondering what I should do after I apologize for being drunk, I noticeslowly this way I take a walk along the starboard deck but end up pacing just one s tome to weave around, until I move back to Marina’s hall Her door is open now and ain the open doorway a giant canvas hathethe bed Without s and with some sort of bossy Scottish accent, she asks, "May I help you?"

"Hello," I say, trying to be genial and totally failing "I’irl whose roo the bundle of sheets

"I, u into the cabin, noticing an unopened fruit basket, knocked over, on the dressing table, the phone Marina used to call me on the floor in the corner next to the bed instead of the nightstand, as if whoever was last talking on it was huddled down on the floor, hiding behind the bed