Chapter 4: The Purchase


    Chapter 4: The Purchase


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    “I dare say,”mented Sir Sedgewick Harcourt as he viewed the photos on theputer screen. “I


    dare say,” he repeated. Since there was no one else in the room, he must have been talking to himself.


    “That’s a bit of all right, now,” he added.


    The photo was of Darlene Fisher, a tall, flesh colored shape against a white background and sporting


    white ropes wrapped around her legs in two ces. He looked at the breasts pointing towards the


    camera and added, “Quite all right. Good show.”


    He did not stop to study the next few photos for they were simply more of Darlene. But he stopped


    when he came to the first photo of Melinda. The youthful woman was ring at the camera, showing


    considerably more spirit than the older one. But the breasts were the same: firm and standing right up.


    Her hips were a little narrower, as would be expected of a much younger woman. It was hard to tell with


    the gag in her mouth, but her lips seemed to have that slightly pouty look that some people call


    “kissable.”


    Sedgewick leaned back in the over-stuffed leather chair and pursed his lips. This was exactly what he


    had been looking for. He congratted himself on putting in an order with that American chap. Crofton


    hade through for him in good style. Crofton, he mused, had to be an English name originally. But


    then many of the colonists had good old English names. He continued to stare at the very pretty young


    woman as he searched his memory. Ah, yes, it came to him. Old English, Croeft or small farm, plus


    Tun for dwelling. So it meant dwellers by or on a small farm.


    It amused him to find the derivation of old names. Likewise the family crests, which in this case, he


    remembered as being blue and yellow with a lion rampant and a knight’s helmet.


    But he doubted this American cared about such things. Sir Sedgewick leaned forward and clicked a


    few keys on theputer. The photos disappeared and he typed, “eptable. Call me to arrange a


    price. Hope you’re not greedy, as you werest time.” Then he signed it and sent the email on its tiny


    electronic wings to cross the ocean and a couple thousand miles ofnd beforending in Crofton’s


    computer. Then he brought up the photo of the younger one again, leaned back in his chair, and


    commented to no one, “Isn’t science grand!”


    * * * * *


    Crofton, who well knew his family crest and had a very nice copy on his wall, read the email with


    approval. But then, he had expected nothing else. Sir Sedgewick had made his wants explicit and


    Crofton, via the bumbling of his agents, had filled them to a “T.” He typed in a response, naming a price


    that he knew would be too high. Had to let the old boy in Ennd argue him down. He would get the


    amount he wanted, no question about that, but Sir Sedgewick just had to feel he was getting a bargain.


    So many people are like that. It matters not how much they paid, only so long as they thought they


    were getting a good deal.


    Crofton had looked up Sir Sedgewick and found that he got his knighthood mainly for mary


    contributions to the country’s economy. His businesses were generating a considerable inflow of


    money, which the government then taxed the hell out of.


    He put in a phone call to Arnie, advising him that the two new ves would be shipped out the next day


    and to get them ready. Then he made some other calls to arrange for their shipment. The


    transportation of human bodies into other countries had to be done carefully. There was too much


    tracking of ships, aircraft and inspections of cargo to do it casually as had been done in the past. Most


    of it was searching for drugs and terrorists, but it did make it harder to slip an asional female past


    those guarding the borders. Still, if you were clever…