Echoes of the civil war as I hear them

In other circumstances it would have been nice lying with his body pressed so close to hers. But not now, not with both of them tied and gagged. And being sold into slavery. She felt a coldness grip her entire body. Her stomach developed a lump and she wanted to cry. White slavery. It wasn't possible. People weren't sold into bondage in this century. That was what the Civil War had been about. People were supposed to be free. It wasn't fair! But fair had nothing to do with the heated bargaining going on. Mr. Stanton obviously wanted to purchase them, but wasn't going to pay an outrageous price. In a way, Sheryle felt good about that. She was worth a lot and the trucker was asking a lot of money. "Five thousand's not so much for the girl. Hell, Mr. Stanton, she's a cherry-carrying virgin just waiting to be picked. You gotta admit that's worth a few bill more." "Perhaps," said the man, his voice low and ringing. Just hearing him speak sent shivers up and down the young teenager's spine. How could a man be so sure of himself to buy another human being? Mr ...»