He did find a Medeival torture spring in some gruesom history book. It contracted when wound up so you could shove it up some guy’s ass, or girl for...that matter, and release it so it ripped their ass apart and they died in agony but it wasn’t quite in the same league.The prototypes arrived the third Thursday. Friday morning he was on a KC135 heading for Guantanamo Bay and that’s where the nightmare began.First off they never flew over any oceans to get there. Second the place wasn’t anything. Like her, his features were younger than his actual age and he looked to be in his early twenties. His nose had the small round bend found on many Indian people. He had shoulder length black hair but had it put up in a pony tail to keep it away from the food. His skin was light brown. He wore a black silk shirt and black pants. ‘What do you think about, Nazara?’ the woman asked, now holding both her hands over his. ‘This has been such a wonderful day. I was just thinking about when I took. My own eager fingers delved into the floret and tested the first ring oftattered flesh around the bud. I jerked lasciviously again at my ownclumsiness."Oooohh! That felt like bits of my bell end and my foreskin!"Both Aunty Janet and Harriet moved closer to inspect the floret thenJanet smiled as she delicately touched another piece of loose flesh."Well that seems logical, what about this little petal here?" "Ooohh.that feels like my fraenum. Mmmm. That's really nice."As I said this, Aunty Janet. Both were cold, like they had just come out of a fridge."Thanks." Xander said taking a sip of milk, before he continued eating."You're welcome. I only bring it up considering the circumstances. Are you aware that we Di'San can choose whether we become pregnant or not?" Chenosh said."What!" Xander said choking on a mouthful of pancakes. It took a few moment and a couple gulps of water before he managed to get them down and felt better."Unlike Humans and Harreden, Di'San can actually choose not.