Fear gripped the world as the virus spread, the stock market crashed and with it life as we knew it changed. The dollar was nearly worthless, barter and trade became the currency of our country again and at the top of it sex was prized most valuable. Two-thirds of the world's female population perished when the contagion was released, now women found themselves lavished with attention and goods from the wealthy. Every man who'd escaped the market fall out wanted her, without much left to her name there was money to made if she didn't examine her conscious too closely. Morals didn't feed her, sex did.
She found his home with little trouble, after straightening her skirt she knocked on the door. A moment later a tall, middle aged man opened the door smiling he said, "You must be Ana, please come in."
Stepping in the doorway she followed him through a large entryway and down the hall into a dining area where an older, dark haired man sat eating, "Thank you Thomas, Ana please have a seat."
"Thank you, it's nice to meet you Mr. Jones," she said sitting down across from him.
"The pleasures all mine, please join me and have something to eat."
Sitting in the middle of the table was a small spread of fruit, it must have cost him a fortune in import fees. Reaching in she picked a few strawberries from the pile and placed them on the plate in front of her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a strawberry, biting into it she closed her eyes and savored the sweet flavor. It was delicious and tasted like a hot, summer day.
