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pictured a smooth and well-muscled body lying next to me. We were on a nude beach, well away from the crowd.
    Then, he moved down and put his lips on my pussy, giving me slow, sweet kisses.
    Imagining Apollo’s tanned fingers touching me, I rubbed faster. I used my special twist, sliding my middle fingertip around my pussy’s edge, and then drawing my thumb over my clit in an upward motion.
    At this point, I was well past caring if anyone saw my show. It was a god touching me, and he wasn’t going to stop just because someone might be offended. With my left hand, I squeezed my nipple through my suit top, imagining soft lips kissing me and strong white teeth nibbling.
    Being outside, the wine, the sun, the thrill that I might get caught, all pushed me close to the edge much faster than usual. My breath was rapid and I moaned.
    My fingers thrashed on my sex, adding a light tapping motion to my up and down rub.
    As if he were slapping me there, just hard enough to feel good.
    “Yes…” I cried. I shut my eyes hard. My leg muscles tightened and I arched my back, rocking my float as pleasure waves exploded through my body.
    After the explosion, I smoothed my suit into place and put my hands above my head. My board rocked on the sea surface. The noises from the shore hadn’t changed.
    No one seemed to notice my display of personal affection.
    Savoring the moment, I let the aftershocks of the orgasm rock through me like ripples rolling a pond after throwing a stone.
    “The hour is getting late and you should be paddling back to shore.” That was the angel who sometimes appears on my shoulder to give me advice. Since I lay on my back, she sat on my right breast now, giving me a disapproving look.
    I made a shooing motion with my hand.
    “Just let me rest here for a second, dear. I’ll be right with you.”
    “Humph!” She poofed away. I should have listened to her, but the Gulf can be so very peaceful in the late afternoon. I rested in perfect balance between the sun’s heat and the cooler water and I wanted to stay with Apollo a little longer.
    I may have been a technical virgin, but I knew what a man should do to me — make me feel like I felt right then.
    I wondered if I would ever find one worthy.
    Dreaming of a golden man who touched me as well as I touched myself, I drifted off.
     

seven
     
    Back to reality. In misery, exhausted, woozy from whatever my kidnappers had injected me with, I passed between unconsciousness to barely awake and then back to darkness. Again and again.
    Then, the engine’s wheezy hum went silent and the cursing got louder. I heard a whining chug-a-chug sound, like the noise my car made one time when I ran out of gas. I kept cranking the key, hoping somehow a drop would fall from somewhere and get me to the pump. The sound was like that, only much louder. The boat’s motion got wilder as it stopped forward moving and turned sideways to the waves. The voices were arguing now, with more words that sounded like curses.
    Then, I heard the soft rumbling from a different engine, and a spotlight appeared above my head. The arguing stopped.
    Someone hissed, “No mames!” I understood that. Shut up.
    Someone else hissed back, “Chingar, Ramon.”
    “Hey, are you all OK over there?”
    The new voice spoke English, ringing out above the sound of the storm and the engines.
    The one ordering silence must have been Ramon. He had a faint lisp that made it easy to recognize his speech after I heard his name.
    He said something fast to the others. I heard, “bonito barco.” Nice boat.
    “Si,” they said. Ramon shouted, “Our engine, she’s broken. Please help us.”
    Raman whispered from the side of his mouth. All I heard was, “Huber.”
    On Ramon’s order, a man walked to my cage. He flashed a small light and showed me he had a knife. My leg muscles tensed beneath my knees and my head pressed against the cage’s plastic top.
    Huber slashed his blade at me and I closed my eyes tightly.
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