Angela, 34, blue-eyed blonde with amazingly white translucent skin, mother of two had just been ravished by two home invaders plus an ugly creep they had invited over using her own cell phone. Worse, they had also invited a Chinese girl who did the most obscene things imaginable to her. The ugly creep and the Chinese girl each paid $500 to use her. The Chinese girl had now stuffed her into a large burlap bag in an old beat-up car and had even managed to convince her red-haired neighbor, Sarah, to invite her over on Wednesday on the pretext of being an Avon lady.
She heard the car start up and felt it vibrate heavily as they drove. Where was she going? Why?
What must have been several hours later, they left the paved road and bumped along a rutty old dirt road. Going where? All these bumps made her whole body ache.
The car slowed, stopped. Some Spanish voices. Ming's voice:
"I in hurry. Let me cross. Here take money. $100 like last time."
The car started up again. They had crossed into Mexico!
Shortly the car stopped again and she heard a conversation in English.
"White blonde, blue eyes. Good condition. You pay me $8,000 like last time."
"Last time we paid $5,000. Let's see her."
Angela was dumped out of the burlap bag onto the ground, naked in front of strangers who inspected her, poked her, pinched her skin, scratched their heads then said:
"Yeah, she'll do. $5,000. Get us more and we'll pay $5,000 each time."
"OK. $5,000. You want red-head next time? Has freckles. And where you sell them?"
"Red-heads are OK. We want exotics like that to sell in Somalia."
"Somalia?? You kidding!? Somali's no money!"
"The rich ones have lots of money and like exotic white meat. Here's your $5,000. Go get us more."
Ming drove away leaving her latest "Yummy Mommy" lying in the dirt with her clients. She thought quickly. 'I paid those black idiots $500 and just made another $5,000. These guys are probably getting $50,000 in Somalia. How can I cut them out and get all of it myself? Oops, it's getting late. Better call my husband and tell him I had to work overtime at the factory. Better change into work clothes or he'll get suspicious about how I can afford fancy stuff again.'
As she drove back across the border her thoughts alternated between how to get to the Somali customers direct and her appointment Wednesday with her latest Yummy Mommy. 'Let's see, Sarah has kids. That's a real turn-on. And she has bright rusty red-hair, green eyes, not fat. And lots of freckles. Freckles! Hope they're all over. Wednesday. Yummy!"
Ming paid all the money she made from selling Angela to have her clients watched and their shipment tracked to Somalia. She had someone in Somalia watch the plane being unloaded and track the box to its final customer. By Monday morning she had the name, address and phone number so she was ready to deal.
She called the customer explaining she could get them plenty of exotic Yummy Mommies saving them money because they didn't have to deal with the Mexican middle-men. Final price $35,000 each! Her dream of being a female criminal master-mind was finally in sight.
Wednesday. Sarah O'Malley sent her son and daughter (14 &16) to school and tidied up for the Avon lady. She put on a light, cotton floral print dress with a low neckline that emphasized her cleavage. She had planned to wear a sweater over the dress to be conservative, but, somehow, had changed her mind while thinking of the pretty young Avon girl coming. Underneath she wore a flimsy red bra that barely gave support and matching red sheer panties. No stockings on this warm day.
This would be a great day! She could buy some nice skin creams to hide her freckles and maybe some new fragrance. She relaxed waiting for that nice young Avon girl. Seemed like a nice kid. Of course, she was also concerned about the disappearance of her neighbor Angela. There had been several disappearances of housewives on the other side of town.
This would be a great day! Ming was excited. She would snack on a new Yummy Mommy and make $35,000! Today, she wore a green, pleated skirt that came just above the knees and a thin white blouse together with a green business jacket. As usual, she wore nothing underneath. She trembled. She was already wet and hadn't even arrived at the Yummy Mommy's house yet. Freckles! She hoped the white bitch would fight so she could throw her to the ground as usual. Her nipples hardened in anticipation.
There was the brown house with the big trees. Ming backed her old heap in making sure the hatchback was as close to the side door as possible to shield from curious eyes.
