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Disclaimer: The Titanic characters belong to whoever owns the movie rights. This is a non-profit work of fiction. I do not mean to hint that Billy Zane is warm for my form (damn it). Nor that Mister Zane is a sociopathic sexual predator, like I'm making out Calvin Hockley to be. I know what 'fiction' is--do you?
Rating: So far, FRM for language. Dunno if it's going any farther, but if it does, I'm pretty sure it will hit FRAO
Warning: I don't know if I'm taking this any farther. I'm bored, and found this on my hard-drive. If I do, it will contain themes of non-con, and rape.
Notes: It's been a LONG time since I saw the movie. I'll try to get names correctly (thank you, imdb).
Very odd thing: I wrote this several years ago. Then last year I actually DID fall down the porch steps. No, I didn't land in a Mary Sue Universe--I just broke my hip. *sigh*