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didn’t take his eyes off of the shapely, blond woman. Margie could see the wheels turning in the man’s head. She knew that she was in deep, deep trouble. She cocked her head to look behind them and saw only a broad expanse of empty, fast moving water going the other way.
          “Don’t worry, conchita ,” Diego told her, his voice raspy and deep, as if the ten thousand shots of the cheap, rough, locally brewed brandy he had drunk over the years had scoured his throat. There was a small spot of blood on his left cheek. “There’s no one coming. This raft we’re on is the police boat. Mi amigos borrowed it this morning so we could go on a ride.” His voice rose at the end of his sentence prefatory to a huge belly laugh. When he opened his mouth in his expression of mirth, he revealed a definite deficit in dental care, two teeth missing on the bottom and one on the top. But the ones in the front were gold.
          “Ayeeeeeeeeee!” the bandit yelled suddenly, raising his strong, thick arms over his head, clutching them into fists, the happiness at his escape finally hitting home. “Ahhhhhh, mi compadres , they almost took me on a dance with death that time!” He laughed again, the joy of being alive and being able to continue his conscienceless depredations on the river traffic clear in his ominous, damaged face. He looked at the woman who lay defenselessly huddled next to him in the small boat. There was nothing better to celebrate a brush with death with than a warm cunt. The boat was too small for the kind of exuberant romping that he was used to, but it wouldn’t hurt to see what pleasures his future would soon bring.
          Margie flinched when the man’s rough hand came forward. She tried to lower her body in the boat, but there was nowhere to go. The hand took hold of her sunglasses and gently removed them from her face. Her tear filled, frantically fearful, starry blue eyes were unveiled. Silently, she cursed herself for revealing to her captor her terrorized state. She watched as he took the sunglasses and put them on his own face.
          “Eh, compadre s,” he shouted gleefully. “How do I look?”
          “Like a movie star,” the man in the front yelled out. He had a broad grin, appreciative of his leader’s humor. The man in the back said something apparently equally witty, but his words were snatched away by the roar of the engine and the wind that whipped around the small craft.
          Diego looked down at the lovely, refined face of his captive. “ Mi Dios, ” he thought to himself, “I have won a great prize.” The smooth, graceful facial features of the blond woman he had shanghaied made him even more anxious to see the rest of her. Her hair was long, but the top of her head was still covered by her funny tourista hat. The broad, white straps tucked under her pleasantly round chin had prevented it being swept away like had happened to his lucky sombrero. They were still wrapped there, preventing him from getting a full appreciation of her delightful visage.
          “Take off your hat, signora,” Diego growled at her.
          Marjorie cringed at the man’s demand. It was just a hat, but his interest in her appearance was terrifyingly disconcerting. She watched as Diego flicked his thumb absent mindedly over the razor sharp blade in his hand. She tried to get the courage to speak to him, to beg for freedom. Surely they didn’t need her now that they had made their escape. But something about the man’s terrifying mien made her words die in her throat. She could offer them money. Tom could probably get within 24 hours more money than these men had ever seen in their life. The law firm would help too, if needs be. But on the other hand, she didn’t want the men to think she was rich. They might demand millions. And that Tom couldn’t get. No, it was better to play along for now. Do what the man said and hope for the best.
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