Excerpt from

PLEASURE ON THE RUN

(ISBN # 0595223710) 

“Personal Slave”

John & Janey Dow acquire the ultimate convenience with unimaginable surprises in store.

Watching TV in their living room, John and Janey Dow await a sales representative from Global Personal Services but they don’t look enthusiastic. John is thin with a small protruding belly, gaunt face and hook nose, while Janey is tall and has a wide round face, freckles and blue eyes.

The house begins to rumble and their two pre-teen children bounce down the stairs like basketballs, and roll into the living room.

“Melissa! John Junior!” Janey raises her voice. “Take it down a notch!”

“And no noise when the visitor is here,” adds John Sr., staring at television news about strikes and fires.

“This slave does homework, too!” Melissa says. She tosses her strawberry-blond hair.

“As long as I’m around you’ll do your own homework, and your own housework, young lady,” answers her mother.

“It can’t do homework,” Junior tells his little sister.

“Yessir. Mickey’s parents got one last week. Mickey already made it learn his whole arithmetic book.”

“Shush,” says her brother.

Their father smiles, reminding them, “That won’t help Mickey with his tests.”

“Yessir,” contends Melissa. “They let slaves in school now. You can. I saw one.”

Freckle-faced Junior makes a scoffing face. “Can-not.”

“Yessir.” Melissa’s eyes are big and blue. She points to a personal slave commercial on TV. “There—are we getting that one?”

“That slave has everything,” her brother whispers in her ear. “You can even make it give sex.”

“Shut up. Stupid.” She giggles. “Can-not.”

An elder gentleman on TV says, “Come down to the Personal Slave Marketplace, now on Federal Highway! Who doesn’t dream about owning their own slave? Much more than a servant or protector, it’s a loyal companion! And, they do all the things you shouldn’t do—laundry, plumbing, cleaning. Delivered in the language and color of your choice!”

“Let’s get that one!” Melissa exclaims.

“The Slave Market uses guts that are made by another company,” John says.

“No fly-by-night clone jobs for us,” adds Janey.

“As long as it does homework!” Junior erupts in laughter.

“And gives sex too,” says the little girl.

Both parents react with quick scowls.

“What did you say, young lady?” asks Janey.

“Nothing.” Melissa’s voice is almost inaudible.

Junior and Melissa glance at each other without enthusiasm. “We should have our own slave,” mumbles Junior, and he ends by looking at his parents with a bold expression.

The commercial continues. “Call for free information! We give you this ironclad guarantee!” The man touches a folder like a bible. “Our slaves have smaller heads and streamlined bodies and are much faster than our competitors. Forget ‘Smart Houses’, and ‘Virtual Rooms’. A slave from Marvel World’s Personal Slave Marketplace is the ultimate! Buy or lease yours today!”

The doorbell rings.

“Upstairs, children,” says Janey.

“No, Mom, Dad, please?” says Junior, looking at his sister.

Janey gives them both a forceful glare. “We already discussed this. Upstairs, both of you. Now. Homework.”

The couple opens the door together. They greet the blond, tall and attractive woman salesperson in her late 20’s, Melinda.

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Dow,” Melinda says, out of breath from wheeling the slave’s big container around. John studies the locks on the box with anticipation as he and Janey sit on the couch.

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