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would slice through the rest of the hangover.  I know, I know, I was the worst host in the world, leaving them out there, but within minutes of starting the water I could smell bacon cooking.  I couldn’t help but smile at their thoughtfulness.
     
    When I was done, I dried my hair and reached for my robe.  Shit, I’d left it in the bedroom from yesterday.  I didn’t want to put on yesterday’s clothing (and I suspected I might have gotten splatter on it), so I wrapped the towel around myself and brushed my teeth.  The boys had seen me in my bathing suit, and when I was fifteen, I even took half of it off to prove I didn’t have mosquito bites, so me in a towel shouldn’t be a big deal to sneak off to the bedroom. 
     
    Things didn’t quite work out that way though.  I opened the bathroom door just as Derek had his hand up to knock.
     
    “Ahh, you smell lots better,” he told me with a grin.
     
    “Thanks,” I told him lamely. 
     
    “Daniel’s done cooking, and I have my famous hangover remedy made up for you,” he said, handing me a glass of what looked like ordinary orange juice.
     
    “Let me take this with me,” I told him, and took a sip walking towards the bedroom.
     
    The flavor was definitely orange juice, but I could immediately tell that wasn’t all it was.  There was a medicine flavor in there, and if I wasn’t mistaken, a tiny bit of the leftover vodka.  Oddly enough, I now understood “hair of the dog,” and took a big swallow, pausing at the door.
     
    “Good stuff, isn’t it?”
     
    “Yes, thanks.”  I told him just as the towel came undone and fell to my feet.  I know, it sounds clichéd, but if I hadn’t dropped the drink in my frantic efforts to cover myself it might have come across as seductive.  OK, who am I kidding, I looked panicked and lame.
     
    “Shit!” I said, slamming the door behind me.
     
    “It’s OK, Caroline,” I could hear Derek on the other side of the door, “I’ll pick up this mess,” and then Daniel, “if I get to see you naked again.”
     
    I knew there was no one there to see it, but I started blushing furiously while I tried to hurry into clothing.  I just hoped I was done with the nausea.  Finishing with the clothing, I ran a brush through my hair real quick and opened the door to find both men bent over and scrubbing the carpet where I had dropped the hangover tonic.
     
    I drank in the sight of them like that, and shook my head.  Right now, if I played out the fantasy that had just popped into my demented brain, my head might explode.  Besides, I didn’t know the first thing about sex other than the theoretical. 
     
    “Here, let me finish that,” I told them, trying to get the rags out of their hands.
     
    “No no, we’re both finished,” and they stood up, ushering me to the table.
     
    “Now if it’s too much at once, just eat the bacon,” Daniel told me, handing me another orange juice tonic.
     
    I sat down and looked.  An omelet, and a few strips of bacon.  How did they whip this together so fast while I was in the shower?
     
    “It looks good, but my stomach,” I started to say, but Derek stopped me.
     
    “I know, just take a bite of the bacon.  You need something fattening and greasy to settle your stomach.  If it won’t sit, you aren’t done yet,” he said, nodding towards the bathroom.
     
    “In for a penny, in for a pound,” I muttered and took a bite.  Don’t get me wrong, I love bacon, but I felt all hollowed out inside.  The bacon sat there in my stomach just fine, and I found that I was hungry.  I tried not to pig out, but the boys smiled as I kept at the bacon, and started on the omelet.
     
    “Don’t forget about this,” Daniel said and slid the juice over.  I drank half of it at once, and fought the urge to burp.
     
    “That’s good.  I can taste the vodka in there, but what else is it?”
     
    “Headache powder,” Derek told me and I almost choked on the bite I’d just