”Rebecca rolled her eyes and said, “Oh, I’m pretty sure Aunt Deborah arranged this. She expected you and Kristen to run off together.”“Your ...unt spends too much time fantasizing about my sex life.” I nodded at Kristen and Andrew. “Those two together must be driving her crazy.” A few moments later Deborah proved me right. The kitchen door opened and she called out for Andrew. She needed to call a second time before “Andy” stepped away from Kristen.Kristen turned towards Rebecca and me. Her eyes. The man just nodded, smiled and then plainly asked, “Yep hundreds. So buddy, where do you want it?”Peering into the back of the dimly lit cargo hold, Bryan could see three rectangular shapes, all covered in thick heavy canvas shipping tarps. The other man had a pallet jack under the one closest to the rear and was dragging it slowly to the hydraulic drop gate on the trucks tail.Soon the whirring motor lowering the tail gate could be heard and Bryan’s palms began to sweat as he pondered what was. I thought about Eileen as I soaped myself up in the shower. She had turned into quite a good-looking woman, a woman I might be interested in asking out. I was 26, in my first year as a policeman in my hometown, and was pretty much just looking for a casual screw. I knew my brother had copped her cherry, and that he considered her a dead fuck. He told me once that she just laid there like a fish. I contributed that more to my brother's apparant lack of skill as a lover than any frigidity on. Even as exhausted as I am, the soreness that I feel in my orifices, the redness of the bite marks still visible on my swollen breasts. I hurt physically, but I am ready for more as soon as she tells me. The scary part is that we have known each other for many years, co-workers who have shared the same ups and downs of men, k**s and a career. We have drank wine together to relieve the stress of a long day at work. I thought I knew her, maybe she thought that she knew me and to both of our.