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Margo laughed, her shoulders heaving as if that was the best joke she'd heard all year. "I don't know you well enough for that, but go ahead. I can't get up from this toilet even if I tried to."
She kept laughing as she watched Jasmine struggle with her underwear, pee on her feet, and then wash it off with the handheld shower head.
"It's not funny." Jasmine grabbed a towel to dry off and then started laughing too. "I take it back. It is funny."
The bathroom door opened, and Alberto poked his head in. "Food is here."
Margo tried to put on an indignant frown. "Can't you see I'm on the toilet? Get out!"
When he closed the door, she started laughing again. "We are so fucked, Jasmine. He drugged us, and it feels so good, but it's so bad. Do you know what he injected us with?"
Jasmine's puzzled expression was comical. "He injected us? I didn't feel anything. I thought he drugged the wine."
Margo had no energy to explain. It took a lot of concentration to just wipe herself clean, flush the toilet, and pull her panties back up.
Somehow, she made it to the sink and washed her hands. "Are you hungry?" she asked Jasmine.
"No. Are you?"
"I'm thirsty." She used the wall to get to the door and open it. "Come on, Jaz. I smell coffee."
Alberto put a tray on the nightstand between the two beds. There were two glasses of orange juice, two cups of coffee, and two plates of fruit, cheese, and crackers.
He waved a hand over the tray. "Five-star service for five-star ladies."
"Where are we?" Margo sat on the bed and reached for the orange juice.
"You are on a yacht." Alberto helped Jasmine to the other bed and then sat on the single chair in the cabin.
The orange juice helped clear some of the cotton candy stuffing Margo's head. "I figured that one out already. Why are we on a yacht, and where are we going?"
Alberto crossed his legs. "You are the guests of Julio Modana, and we are going south to Señor Modana's compound."
"Who is Julio Modana?" Jasmine asked.
"Your new owner."
Jasmine shook her head. "What are you talking about?"
Alberto let out an exasperated breath. "You are so dumb, Jasmine." He glanced at Margo. "You get it, right?"
"Yeah, I think I do. You drugged us, and neither of us can think straight, but I'm a little less affected than Jasmine, who is not dumb at all."
He snorted. "Oh, yes, she is. Dumb as a brick. Otherwise, she wouldn't be here. But she's beautiful, and that's why Señor Modana wants her. He told me to bring her to him, and you just stuck your nose in where it didn't belong, which is why you are here too." He grimaced. "Carlos agreed to take you because you are pretty enough and a natural blonde."
Bits and pieces of the conversation she'd overheard before were floating around in her addled brain. Margo remembered the name Carlos being mentioned.
"Who is Carlos?"
"Julio and Carlos Modana are brothers. Carlos is the younger one."
Margo smiled. "Oh, goodie. I get the young one."
Alberto shook his head. "There is nothing good about it. Julio Modana might be older, but he treats his women well. I can't say the same about Carlos."
"Why did you do that?" Jasmine whispered.
Was she finally sobering up?
