It was a matter of routine. Their papers were all in order, and the enclosed body of the truck was empty except for a few used, empty crates. NAFTA wa... a wonderful thing for JJ Reodondo's trucks, as all the border crossings were routine, now. Even the drug and explosives sniffing dogs were giving their approval to the trucks.Reodondo's drugs were taped to the inside of the diesel tanks, in vacuum sealed, triple wrapped plastic. No trace of scent escaped. And of course, there were no drugs in. All were out to show more skin and opulence than the next. With shock, Sandy saw one of the reasons for the club’s adult theme: the servers, men and women, were naked with only a black bowtie around their necks and a pair of comfortable shoes on their feet. The nipples of the women were stiff and most men sported erections. She saw how the patrons touched the servers’ boobs, bottoms and pussies. The female guests pumped a few dicks in the process. The DJ behind the music desk was a naked woman. We hadn't discussed it since. I had my 'sperm report' in my pocket."Hi hon," I answered as I gave her a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. My sister-in-law always smelt better than other girls.Ten minutes later, with the three of us settled in their den with beers in our hands, I told them my news."WHAAAAT!" my brother demanded."You can't," Caitlyn protested."I am, I'm leaving the company," I repeated."No fucking way," my brother insisted."I have to. It's not working," I said softly."Of course. "Wouldn't happen anyway, darling," I kissed her forehead. "They all died in the war and as for the few I've been with after — let's just say they didn't believe me when I said I had to be the only one. Even if they had an inkling of getting back together with me it wouldn't happen." Sorry," she sniffed and buried her face in my neck again."Nothing to be sorry about," I assured her as I rubbed her back. "That's life; it happens."So you see, it has nothing to do with the numbers actually," I.