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White Slave Tales - Charity Slave Auction

... car. He said, "It is worth at least five times this much. I'm sorry that this is all I can scrape up on such short notice."

I saw the check. It was for twenty thousand, almost wiping out our savings. Alex took the check and smiled and tore it up. He said, "Your wives think they are going to make me rich. Whether they do or not, they have made me happy. I haven't been happy in a long time. I don't need the money, I'm glad the car found someone that loves it as much as my brother did."

The expression on Dale's face right at that moment was worth twenty thousand dollars!

Alex turned to Lisa and me and said, "Let me know how your friend likes those pictures. Yours will be dry and mounted tomorrow if you want them. It was nice meeting you folks." Then he went back into the house and we headed home.

On the way home we told the guys all about our afternoon. They were so touched they didn't even get turned on!

We had planned on stopping at the adult novelty shop that Dale had found, but it was getting late, so we put I off until tomorrow and headed home to unload the car.

The Road Runner was in much better shape than they had thought. They had expected the interior to be dry rotted, but it wasn't. They replaced all the hoses and belts and gaskets and the tires and all the fluids and all of those things that don't sit up well in storage. They put a battery in it and it started right up and ran like a new car. It had two hundred and sixty-nine miles on the odometer, ...

... it was a new car.

There wasn't a scratch on the paint, I forget the name of the color, but it was a pretty copper color with a black stripe on the hood. It has won top prize at several shows. Dale has been offered more than five times what he tried to pay Alex for it. He would sell me before he would sell that car though. Come to think of it, he did sell me!

The car club has gotten together for several shows and a few parties since we went nuts at that out of state show and campout. We have toned them down a little though. It still gets a little wild, and the people in the tents at night, or the motel rooms, are not always the people that are married to each other. But we are a little more discrete about it and those few members of the club that aren't up for that are grateful.

Lisa and I attend games with Glenn and at his company's loge every now and then. We have also hosted a few poker games. It's a chance to get a little wild and we all enjoy it.

Lisa and I took the photographs, including some of the ones that we posed for, to our friend with the art gallery. He went nuts. Alex is the next Ansel Adams. Alex is the most famous unknown photographer in the country. His photographs sell like crazy when he takes them. But he only takes them when he is in the mood.

We have gotten calls from people all over the world that want to pose for him. But he is happy with the two models he has now. Lisa and I go out there about twice a month. We take him his checks and ...