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White Slave Tales - Charity Slave Auction

... Road Runner."

You didn't have your name or anything on the car, but the car next to yours was this man's. I finally called him yesterday and told him about the car and asked if you would be interested. I want you to take it. You pay me what you can for it."

Dale and Frank raced back to town to get the trailer. Lisa and I stayed and had a nice long talk with Alex. He talked about his brother a lot. It was really sad. He talked about his wife who had died a few years ago. He has been alone on this old farm for years now. He doesn't farm anymore. He just keeps the house up and he reads a lot. He showed us his library and it was amazing. He had thousands of books. He read about everything! He knew a lot about everything. It was funny. When you meet him you think he is some kind of country bumpkin, but he knows more about things than anyone I ever met!

Lisa and I tried to talk him into coming to town sometime. We invited him to dinner or to the car club to come see his car when Dale finished getting it ready. But he wasn't interested. He was used to being alone. It's a shame, he was really fascinating.

While we were looking around in his library I spotted a stack of photographs. They were huge blowups of black and white pictures, and they were beautiful! I asked if I could look through them and he blushed, but he nodded. I started pulling them out one at a time. Most of them were about three by four feet. The first dozen or so were landscapes. And they were the most ...

... magnificent photographs I had ever seen. The contrast, the composition, they were perfect, they moved me. Then I came to some that were portraits. I knew without asking that they were of his wife, and that he had taken them. As I worked my way through the stack she was younger and younger. She was always beautiful. There were even a few nude figure studies.

I looked at the collection and thought, "These need to be shown! People need to see these!"

I turned and asked him if he had more and he nodded. Then I said, "I want you to take my picture. These are the most beautiful photographs that I have ever seen! Please, make me look like that."

He blushed again and I could see that he was going to say no. I went over to him and said, "You have to show these. The world needs to see these."

He shook his head and I put my hand on his cheek and said again, "Please, take my photograph. I want to see me through your eyes."

He hesitated for a moment and then he said, "It has been a long time. I haven't touched my camera since Diane died."

Lisa had gone over to look at the photographs, to see what I was so excited about. She came back over to where I was standing and I saw that she was as much in awe as I was.

We followed Alex out to the barn and he had converted a large portion of it into a studio. He got his camera out. It was an old, large format camera. It looked like an antique. As he was setting it up he was ignoring me. I was standing out of the way, taking my ...