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who was to know he would have a beautiful, blond prisoner on his trip to freedom? Nonetheless, the cotton fabric from her hat would do nicely. Besides, tying a woman up was more fun that clapping some cold, machine made steel on her wrists.
          He stripped the ribbon of cloth from the hat and then pulled the wide brimmed, straw boater back over his head. He crouched down next to the sobbing, flailing woman and after replacing the foot that had pinned her to the floor of the raft with his knee, took hold of one of her delicate wrists. It was easy to fasten one end of the long, white cloth around it. The woman seemed to understand what was happening because her crying and struggling became just a little more intense.
          Diego took the wrist that he had captured and bent it up the woman’s back until she gave out a loud moan of pain. “Don’t fuck with me, conchita !” he yelled at her. “I’ll break your fucking arm!”
          “Okay! Okay!” Margie yelled back desperately. The man’s knee pressed painfully on her back and her shoulder and arm ached woefully. She did not resist when Diego took hold of her other wrist and joined it to the first. She felt him make several circuits of her joined wrists horizontally and vertically and then tie them off tightly. A wave of unhappiness and despair flowed through her as she realized that she was now defenseless against the man. She tugged at the bindings that kept her wrists crisscrossed together behind her and knew that no effort of her own would ever get them free.
         “ Oh, Tom! Tom! ” she thought desperately. She doubted whether he would even know what had happened to her yet. He was probably still sleeping peacefully in their bed, or, if awake, lying there lazily awaiting a resumption of their passionate lovemaking when she returned. What would he do when he found out that she had been kidnapped? She didn’t know. But she prayed that whatever it was it would be quick and effective. She knew that the longer she was held prisoner by these criminals, the worse things would get.
          Diego looked down at his bound captive. Her fingers writhed prettily in her bonds, seemingly, unwittingly, issuing to him an invitation to partake of her delectable flesh. He saw a little sparkle on her left hand and realized that it was a large diamond ring. Why the gods were so good to him he did not know. The ring alone would bring a small fortune. Between him and his associates, he doubted that they had more than 100,000 bolivars. He knew he didn’t have any because what he had had was appropriated from him when he had been captured. What had started out bad, his capture and near hanging, had turned into a bonanza. The men who had been killed when the army came upon their camp were useless pieces of shit and their deaths had been no loss. Now he had a boat, two relatively efficient compadres , a beautiful, gringa whore and a diamond ring.
          He leaned over and began to pry the sparkling jewel off of Margie’s finger. She felt his fingers tugging at it and she gave a moan of dismay. “Not my ring!” she thought miserably. She tried to clamp her hand shut to deny the bandit his prize, but a fierce cuff on the head dissuaded her from further resistance. With a little tug, the expensive, 14 carat gold band with the 24 carat diamond slid off of her finger.
           “Ahhhhhhhh,” Diego declaimed to himself as he examined the large, sparkly stone, his knee still cruelly pressing down on the supine woman’s back. There was no need for his compadres to know about this, he thought. He stuffed it into his pant’s pocket.
          And now to finish securing his whore. There was a good three feet of white cloth left after he had tied off the woman’s slender wrists. He grabbed one of her ankles and pulled it towards her bound hands. He quickly and efficiently wrapped the band of fabric around it and then brought the other ankle up to meet