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keyboard getting Evan’s information.
     
    “Okay, here it is: it looks like the family business started to fail and the father, Gerald, got overextended trying to save it. After the proceeds for the sale of their home were applied it looks like outstanding debt is around $450,000.00. When you add in the IRS’ twenty per cent bounty and six percent in transfer and property taxes, the total debt comes to $572,400. Of course the auction house will add a ten percent commission, making the total price to completely retire the debt $629,640.00”
     
    “ And I have that much?”
     
    “You wouldn’t even miss that much. Start asking that question when you get up to the tens of millions. You really don’t know what you’re worth?”
     
    “It never mattered. There was never anything I wanted.”
     
    Jeff was silent a minute. “Have you found something now?”
     
       “Maybe. I think so. I’ll call you back when I know more.
     
    Ev an stood waiting nervously in front of Jeremy’s cubical. After what seemed hour s, but Evan knew had to be only about twenty minutes , the glass slowly cleared and he saw Jeremy sitting up once again, his head hanging. Blood stains smeared the sheets. Angry reds and purples, which were clearly hand and finger marks, marred his shoulders, hips, ankles and wrists. They must have had to hold him down . Evan’s throat clenched up. Without thinking about what he was doing he tapped on the glass. Jeremy slowly raised his head. His face was tear-streaked and his eyes were red. He looked totally wrecked. Evan suddenly feared that the man who had just hurt Jeremy had gone to buy him. Taking the time to note Jeremy’s product number, he raced down the hallway, his heart pounding. He found the auctioneer and cornered the man.
               
    Chapter Five
     
    Jeremy sat there, displayed on the bed in his cel l, for what seemed like hours.
     
    He had no way to tell time and nothing to use for distraction. He couldn’t even see passers-by in the corridor. He wavered about that. Watching people evaluate his body would be difficult , but at least it would be something to think about. He pondered the information his handler gave him about possible sampling. He would just have to comply. He needed to be bought. He steeled himself and decided he would just submit, if someone wanted a sample. He hoped if he had to go through sampling, that it would be a woman.
     
    It seemed as if hours passed. His thighs were beginning to protest their immobility in an awkward position, and his lower back twinged at regular intervals. Suddenly, the door to the cell opened and Jeremy’s mouth dropped open a bit as the fattest man he’d ever seen waddled in, accompanied by the four largest handlers.
     
    Horror and adrenalin roared through his nervous system. This was a sampler. Without thinking Jeremy looked up at the man’s face and saw cruel pig-like eyes and wobbly jowls. The n his ears rang and his vision grayed out. The man slapped him. Hard.
     
    “Boy, I’ll give you that little indiscretion since you haven’t been     trained. You don’t look citizens in the face. Ever. Now, up on all fours.”
     
    J eremy, despite his earlier determination to co operate , could not make his body move.
     
    Fat Man sighed in disgust. “Guys, position him.”
     
    J eremy couldn’t help struggling. He b it his lips so that the begging clawing to escape his throat went unuttered. The four handlers flipped him , put him on all fours , pushed down on his elbows so his ass was in the air , and held him firmly. Jeremy tried to shake them off, but he couldn’t move at all. Fear tingled through him and his heart pounded. Bile filled his mouth.
     
    “God. Look at that ass. He has di mples back here. Just gorgeous .
     
    T he sudden, painful, introduction of something into his anus caused Jeremy to jerk forward. The handler tightly gripping his right wrist shoved a pillow under Jeremy’s face. Jeremy wondered