Sold as a Mail Order Bride

Alex The festering smell of smoke and old beer hanging in the air made me wonder why did we choose this place to meet up after they had read my grandfather’s will. I was to be the sole owner of his horse ranch with some conditions. I called my best friend and asked him to meet me. I wanted to fill him in on what happened. {Dan} What is the lowdown, my friend? {Alex} My grandfather left me his horse ranch in his will. {Dan} That is awesome. That is a sign you made the right decision to retire from being a professional sniper. You already have more money than you could ever spend in your lifetime. Most men would not know what to do, retiring at twenty-six years old and living alone. {Alex} Well, there are a couple of conditions to me getting and keeping the ranch. {Dan} They can not be that bad, can they? {Alex} You tell me, the first one is that I get married in the next two months. The second is that I have to live on the ranch full-time. And the third is I will have to have an heir. {Dan} That is heavy sh*t, but doable. {Alex} Right, where am I going to find a wife in two months? I am not seeing anyone right now. {Dan} Could you rent one? {Alex} Rent her for how long? I need an heir. Also, did you forget I need to be in control and dominate my wife? I need someone who is totally submissive to me with some kick in her. {Dan} How long do you have until you have to prove a marriage? {Alex} In a little over seven weeks, then the probate lawyer will be out to check on if the conditions have been met. {Dan} If only you could order a wife. {Alex} Like a mail-order bride? {Dan} Yeah, do you think that is a real thing? Hold up, I just pulled up this website, and it is a real deal. {Alex} Let me see that. Holy sh*t! I could practically build a wife. What does it say? Is it like buying a car or a new house? Do the women have a choice to marry or decline an invitation to marry the man offering? {Dan} No! And yes the women can refuse the offer of marriage if they chose to. That would be human trafficking, which is immoral, illegal, and within the realm of frankly despicable men. So, this is not a site where you can price women like horses or cars. {Dan} But the website says: Those statistics show that every year, thousands of mail-order brides come to this country. Over three-quarters of these marriages end happily and are long-lasting. The women have the right to say no if they are not interested in the man applying for the bridal contract.  Russian girls place a lot of importance on their families. They genuinely enjoy being in a relationship. They have excellent culinary skills. And that means I can guarantee you a well-cooked, tasty meal when you get home from work. A Russian companion will not let you down, and her presence will always give you a sense of pride when you are amongst your colleagues, friends, and relatives. All these positive characteristics make magnificent combinations, and that means a Russian woman is perfect marriage material. Western men want to find Russian women to marry them because they know how to take care of their husbands and children when they have any kids. And in the eyes of Russian females, they find that Western men make better life partners than Russian men. Because they believe foreigners are more caring and family-oriented husbands. And can make better decisions in their life. {Alex} It said all that? {Dan} And more! I think I want one too. And I am not kidding. {Alex} Since you are also retiring from being a hitman, do you want to come work on the ranch? I know you know how to ranch. {Dan} I always wanted to live in South Carolina. I am in for sure. So, are you going to fill out an application? Or what? {Alex} I will look into it tonight when I am home with some peace and quiet. Leaving the bar and telling Dan I will talk to him soon as I get into my truck and head to the ranch to check out the house and the land. Pulling up the long and winding road gave me a sense of coming home. I park the truck and pull the key that the lawyer handed me. And I placed the key in the lock before unlocking the door. I stood there a minute and thought of my grandfather and how many times I had watched him do this very same act. A feeling of nostalgia rolled over me, and I knew what I had to do. I unlocked the door and walked into my new home. I noticed that the deliveries I had set up came in while I was gone. One of the ranch hands had to have let them in. I went to the box labeled office and grabbed the computer. And walked over to the kitchen island and fired it up. I first checked my emails, and once I answered those that needed answers, I moved on to the website that Dan was looking at. At first, I think I am wasting my time, and then I see her picture, and I am instantly drawn to her. But to talk to her and get to know her, I have to join, so I pull up a barstool and start filling the application. Once I am done with that part, I am sent to a separate webpage, and I see the processing icon spinning. I am then notified that I was accepted and for me to enter a payment for the enrollment. I used one of my alias credit cards and paid the fee. I was then asked if I had a particular girl I wish to visit with. I entered the bride code that went with the woman that pulled to me. I was instructed to write out a message, and it would be sent for her to read and reply if she chooses to. I construct the message and send it, and now I can only wait and see.