 like blue-eyed golf balls. Elvis grabbed Melissa's arm before she could draw her 9mm Glock and wrestled her out the door.

"Not now," he hissed at her. "Maybe later. But not now." He turned to go back inside. "Stay here. At least until you've cooled down." He headed for the door and went inside. Before it shut he heard footsteps right behind him. The door closed behind him. Behind them. Melissa was already inside.

"I'm cool," she said. "Don't worry." Elvis knew Melissa. And he did worry. He kept a wary eye on her gun hand.

"What a woman," Mr. Fleshmound said. "Feisty. And with a great ass to boot." Melissa surged forward with the irresistible momentum of a Pacific tsunami about to rearrange the Alaskan coast.

"Let me search him," she said with hot eyes that perfectly matched her hot words. "Please." Mr. Fleshmound caught a good look at her expression.

"I don't think that's such a hot idea," he said. And was dead serious, his attention focused on the absolute vulnerability of his dangling gonads, especially when he was handcuffed. For just the briefest of moments, well, maybe not all that brief, Tony considered actually letting Melissa do the pat down search. It would be a story worth passing down through the coming generations of Riveras and probably lots of other folks' generations. For sure the Elvis generations, that is if people like Elvis actually did successfully reproduce. Oh, to actually see it! But. But. A great Big But. It was so against CBP policy that it was tantamount to dropping a bag of dog shit on the Commissioner's lunch table and telling her to eat it. No can do. Nope. No can do. But still one hell of a great idea.

"Thank you for the offer," Tony said, and really meaning it. "But we both know you can't search a member of the opposite sex. Get us both in big trouble."

"I'm not really a woman," Melissa shot back. "I'm a cross dresser. If you saw me in the shower room you'd know. I'm actually a man. But nowadays women get promoted quicker than men. So for now I'm a fake woman." She paused with not even a glimmering of deception
like blue - eyed golf balls. Elvis grabbed Melissa's arm before she could trace her 9 millimeter Glock and wrestled her out the door. 

 " Not nowadays, " he hiss at her. " Maybe later. But not immediately. " He plow to go back inwardly. " Stay here. At least until you've cooled down. " He lead for the door and went inside. Before it shut he heard footsteps properly behind him. The door closed behind him. Behind them. Melissa was already inside. 

 " I'm cool, " she read. " Don't worry. " Elvis knew Melissa. And he did worry. He kept a leery eye on her grease-gun hand. 

 " What a woman, " Mr. Fleshmound said. " Feisty. And with a big ass to boot. " Melissa surged forward with the irresistible momentum of a Pacific tsunami about to rearrange the Alaskan coast. 

 " Let me search him, " she said with hot eyes that perfectly matched her hot words. " Please. " Mr. Fleshmound caught a good look at her saying. 

 " I don't think that's such a hot theme, " he said. And was dead serious, his attention focus on the absolute vulnerability of his dangle gonads, especially when he was manacle. For just the briefest of moments, well, maybe not all that brief, Tony considered actually letting Melissa do the pat down search. It would be a story worth passing down through the coming generation of Riveras and probably fortune of other folks' generations. For sure the Elvis generations, that is if citizenry like Elvis actually did successfully reproduce. Oh, to actually see it! But. But. A great boastful But. It was so against CBP policy that it was tantamount to dropping a bag of pawl shit on the Commissioner's lunch board and telling her to eat it. No can make. Nope. No can do. But however one hell of a bang-up idea. 

 " Thank you for the crack, " Tony said, and really meaning it. " But we both sleep together you can't search a penis of the opposite sex. Get us both in big trouble. " 

 " I'm not really a woman, " Melissa shot back. " I'm a cross chest of drawers. If you saw me in the shower room you'd sleep together. I'm actually a man. But nowadays women get promote quicker than men. So for now I'm a bogus woman. " She paused with not even a glimmering of deception
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 like blue-eyed golf balls. ElviS grabbed MeLissa'S arM beFoRe shE couLd draw her 9mm GloCK and Wrestled her out the door.

"NOt now," He HIsseD At Her. "MaYbe lateR. buT NOt nOw." he TurNeD To Go bacK inSide. "StaY here. At leaSt uNtIl you've cooleD DoWn." He headed For The door and weNt iNside. BEfOre IT shut He hEard fOotstePS right Behind him. thE Door clOSed behiND HiM. BehInd them. Melissa was ALrEAdy inside.

"I'm cooL," she saId. "dOn'T WOrrY." ElVis knew MelIsSa. And HE did worRY. HE KEPt a WAry eye on her guN hand.

"What a wOMan," mr. FlesHmOunD Said. "FeIsty. ANd WIth A great ass to Boot." melissa suRged foRWard witH The irreSistibLe mOmeNtum OF a paCifIc TSunAMi AboUT to RearrangE tHe alaskAn coAST.

"lEt me SeaRch hIm," she Said with hot eyEs tHat pERfeCtly mAtcheD her HoT wordS. "PleasE." Mr. FlEsHmound caught a goOd loOk at her exPreSsIon.

"i dOn't thINk that'S suCh a Hot idea," He said. AND waS dEAD SeRious, his attention fOcUSEd On the absOlute vULnErABility of HiS daNgliNG GonadS, espECiAlly when He was hANdCuFfed. For JuSt the bRiEfeSt oF momeNTs, weLl, maybE not all tHat brIEf, Tony considerED actually lettINg mELiSSa do The Pat down searCh. It WOuld Be a sTOrY woRTh pasSing dOwN ThROugh the coming generaTiOns of RIveraS and probably lOts of other FOLKs' generaTionS. foR Sure the Elvis geNeratIons, that is IF people lIke ElVis actuaLly did sucCESsfully rEprOduCe. OH, to ACTuAlly see it! But. BUT. a greAt big But. IT waS so agaiNst cBP PolIcy ThAt it was taNtamount To DrOpPiNg a Bag of DOg shit on ThE CoMmIssIoner'S Lunch tAble aNd teLlInG Her To eat it. nO cAN Do. NoPe. no Can dO. BuT sTill oNe heLL of A great iDea.

"Thank yOu fOR the OfFeR," Tony saId, and really meAnIng it. "But we BoTh kNow you CAN't search A member of the opposite sex. gEt us botH in Big trOublE."

"I'm not reaLly A woman," melISsa shoT back. "I'M a croSs DreSSEr. If yOU SaW me In The shower rOOM yoU'd knoW. I'M actUally a mAn. But nowadays women GEt pRomoted quickeR thAn meN. sO fOr nOW I'M A faKe WOmaN." sHe paused with not Even a glimmErINg Of deceptioN
 like blue-eyed golf balls . Elvis gr abbed  Me lis sa 's a rm b efore she coul d  dra w her 9mm Glock and wr estle dh er o u tthe d oor.

" N ot n ow, "he  hi ss e dat he r."Maybelater. But  no tnow." He tur n ed  to go bac k i nside. "Stay  he re. At  l eas t  unti l y ou've  coole d  down. " He head ed for th e  door a n d  w entinside. Before it sh u t he heard foo tsteps  r i gh t beh ind  him. Thedo or cl o sed beh i nd h i m.B ehind them. M elissa wasa lre ady in si de. 
"I'mcool, "s hesaid. "Don' t wo rry." Elv is kne w  Meliss a . And h e didwor ry.  Hek ep ta w ar y  ey e  o n h e r g un hand. 
"W hat a  wom a n , "  Mr.  Fl eshm oundsaid. "Feisty . A nd w i tha gre at as s to  b oot."  Melis sa su rg ed forward with  the  irresist ibl emom en tum o f  a Pac ifi c t sunamiabout t o  re ar r a n ge  the Alaskan coast ." Le t me sea rch hi m ,"  s h e said w it h h ot e y e s tha t pe r fe ctly mat ched h e rho t words ."Pleas e. " M r.Flesh m ound  caugh t a good  look at her express i on.

"I don't th i n kt hat' s s uch a hot i dea, "  hesaid .  A ndw as de ad se ri o us ,  his attention focu se d on t he ab solute vulner ability of h i s dangli ng g o na d s, especiallywhenhe was han d cuffed.For j ust thebriefesto f  moments , w ell , m ayb e no t all that br i e f, T on y consi der ed actu all y l ett ing  M elissa do  the pat  d ow nse arc h. It would be  a  st or y w orthp assing  down  thr ou gh the  coming ge n e rati on sof R ive ra s and  pro b abl y lotsof otherfol k s' g en er ations.  For sure the  E lvis gener at ion s, tha t is if pe ople like Elvis actuall y  did su cce ssful ly r eproduce.  Oh , to a ctu a lly se e it!But.Bu t.A great B ig  Bu t.  It was so a gai nst C BP  pol icy tha t it was tantamoun t  to  dropping a b agof d o g  s hit on the  C o mmi s s ioner's lunch t able and t el l in g her to e a t i t.  No can  do. No pe. N o  can do . But sti ll one he ll  ofa gre at idea.
"Thank y ou for th e  offe r ,"  Tony  sa id, an drea lly m eaning it.  "But  we bo th  knowyou c an 't searc h a member of the oppos ite se x. Ge t u s both in  bi g  tr ouble."
"I'm  not reall y a  wo man,"  Me l issashot ba ck. "I'ma cr o ss dresse r .Ify o usaw me in t h e sho wer r oom you'dknow . I'm actually am an. But nowada ys w o m enget prom ot ed quicker tha n m en . So for n ow  I'm a fake  woman."  S h e pau sed wi th not  even a g li m mering  ofdec eption
 like_blue-eyed golf_balls. Elvis grabbed Melissa's_arm before_she_could draw_her_9mm Glock and_wrestled her out_the door.

"Not now," he_hissed at her._"Maybe_later. But not now." He turned to go back inside. "Stay here. At least_until_you've cooled_down."_He_headed for the door and_went inside. Before it shut_he heard_footsteps right behind him. The door closed behind_him._Behind them. Melissa_was already inside.

"I'm cool," she said. "Don't worry." Elvis_knew Melissa. And he did worry._He kept a_wary_eye_on her gun hand.

"What_a woman," Mr. Fleshmound said. "Feisty._And with a great ass to_boot." Melissa surged forward with the irresistible_momentum of a Pacific tsunami about_to rearrange the Alaskan coast.

"Let_me search_him," she said with hot_eyes that perfectly_matched her_hot words. "Please."_Mr. Fleshmound caught a good look_at her expression.

"I_don't think that's such a hot_idea,"_he said. And_was_dead_serious, his_attention focused on_the_absolute vulnerability_of_his dangling gonads, especially when he_was_handcuffed. For just the briefest of moments,_well, maybe not all_that_brief, Tony considered actually_letting Melissa do the pat_down search. It would be a_story worth_passing down_through the coming generations of Riveras and probably lots of other_folks' generations. For sure the Elvis_generations, that is if_people like_Elvis_actually did successfully_reproduce._Oh, to_actually see it! But. But. A great_Big But._It was so against CBP policy_that it was tantamount_to_dropping a bag of dog shit_on the Commissioner's lunch table and_telling her to eat it._No_can_do. Nope. No can do._But still one hell of a_great idea.

"Thank you_for the offer," Tony said, and really_meaning_it. "But we both know you_can't_search a member of the opposite_sex._Get_us both in big trouble."

"I'm_not really a woman," Melissa shot_back. "I'm a cross dresser. If you saw me_in the shower_room you'd know. I'm actually_a_man._But nowadays women get promoted quicker than men. So for_now I'm_a fake woman."_She paused with not even a glimmering of deception