Doug, the US Customs and Border Protection agency regulates the import and export of trade goods here in the US. The merchants are charged a customs d...ty, which is a form of tax on the merchandise they receive and ship. Knowing the government, they will be upset with you when it occurs to them that you have been importing and exporting merchandise without their knowledge.”“Wait here a minute,” Matt said, “it looks like Abby is no long in the scrum, so I’ll ask her to join us.”“Hi, Abby. Matt. Lesbian, that it was a failure. That I had failed to bring my family along into the ways of the Klan, which is true, but it wasn’t my fault, was it? They claimed that because Evan is gay ... and because Morty had an affair with what they called a ‘loose woman’ and a ‘family of perverts, ‘ like the Bottoms ... that it was my fault, and that I was seen in the company of a Jew and three black men, plus a black woman.“Well, they’ll wish that they had never heard of me! I know things about them that. "And you can do as many or as few hours as fits you." Hmmm. Alright, I'll think about it," Stephanie said."Is John with Tandula?" I asked."Maybe in his dreams," Stephanie said and giggled. "Tandula has a boyfriend. Isn't she beautiful?" Yeah, not far behind you."Stephanie blushed a bit. "Come on. I thought you're always honest with me," she said."I am."Stephanie was trying to hide the smile on her face. "Tell the truth!" She demanded."What truth?" What you feel," Stephanie said."Truth is..." Is. " With a firm grip Helen pulled me, her faux daughter,out onto the pavement."Where did she come from?" I wondered. It's as if they knew my everymove. Walking down the street, I tried to silently signal with my eyes atpassersby my need for help. A younger man walked by, glancing around,looked at me and smiled. When I turned around, I saw his eyes on my rearend -- and I realized he was checking me out.Smiling, looking at men wasn't going to get me help. It was going to getme more problems.Someone.