Rape s ProgressChapter 18
I had the first night-watch on the Black Swan as we headed north to Fiddler's Green. The owner, pop star Basil Bundy, was locked in a cabin. Cleo, Marsha and a tearful red-headed woman called Ruby kept me company on the bridge deck, while Popeye went below to drown his sorrows. "You'll have to let the girls out of the bolt-hole soon!" whispered Cleo, snuggling up to my starboard side. "Yeah," agreed Marsha, as she rubbed her hip softly along my port quarter. "It must be getting...