Could I please pay my fine and leave?” “NO!” she shouted, the crop again snapping across the table. “We take international trade very seriousl... here at the border! Everyone MUST learn that lesson!” I was getting scared. I glanced up at the camera and back down at my loot. “Yes ma’am, I’ve learned my lesson.” I didn’t look her in the eye. “Excellent. I believe you have. Now you have a choice to make.” Gulp. “We can detain you, confiscate, impound, you know, things like that, things nobody here. One to her right was busy with patrons standing around blathering about nonsensically while the bar in front of her was fairly empty. A few patrons sat on the plush red couches to her left nursing drinks and watching the crowd. One man in particular looked at Millie with a hungry look. She shot him a flippant look and walked towards the bar in front of her. Checking her watch, she noted it was only ten fifteen, mortal time. The thing with mortals keeping time always amused Millie, because. Nowit was him distributing the steaming cups, uncomfortably aware of the hip-swinging gait he was required to maintain. He still used the men'slavatory, though that was an uneasy experience. He imagined that everyonewas talking about him when he wasn't in earshot. His pants fit moretightly across his backside than before. Tanya had gotten him a handmirror and required him to check his hair while he was working. She madesure he had his lip gloss with him so he could freshen it up from time. ”Jackson gave a grin and pointed to a photo hanging on his wall. It was Brian standing in a boxing ring, an opponent at his feet, as blood ran out of a corner of his mouth. “That’s him after knocking out the the number twelve ranked fighter in his division. He was a regional champ and national runner up in amateur boxing before he went pro. If it hadn’t been for an accident that slowed his leg movement, he would have eventually been champion. He had a twelve three and one record as a pro before.