A strong odor of sweat and fear emanated from the box as Jeremiah opened it. Stoner overcame his olfactory sensitivity and peered inside the box to examine his new property. There she was. All he could see was her back and a part of her ass, but she was there. And good money he had paid for her too. That b***h from Venezuela had pushed the bidding up over $300,000. It had finished at $375,000, or thereabouts. He wasn’t quite sure since the biding was in Euros. Nobody wanted dollars anymore.
A soon as the auction was over, he had remitted his payment by wire to a very temporary bank account in the Cayman Islands. His delivery instructions went by email to another very temporary account, who knew where, since they were transferred via the Internet. But whoever it was who ran this thing, had
