Graham led her around the crowded room, introducing her to the bigwigs. She met 2 senators, the heads of huge corporations, a Saudi prince, and 3 amba...sadors. He never let them linger long, and he always introduced her as his date, not as his employee. He kept a hand on her lower back, or her elbow or hand as they moved, and was very solicitous, asking if she was hungry or needed her drink refreshed. Despite her assurance she was fine, he kept stopping the roving waiters and getting her a new. . ‘ twist. It gets picked up and debated away from the official government channels and people feel free to express real opinions not just what they think they ought to be thinking. I mean, you couldn’t do it obviously – I mean, apart from the risk of stuff being tracked back to you, I don’t suppose you have access to social media anyway do you?”She was right. Replacing my smart phone with a dumb brick that could make calls and pretty much nothing else had been one of the first things Angie did. “There is no high-speed internet there; it was closed up before it got popular on the island. Robert wants fiber optic out there,” Marcy said.“Shouldn’t be a problem, I will call the C’ville power company office and talk to the manager to get approval to attachment to their poles. One of the independents can install the cable after that,” I said.We were going to Mexico City next Wednesday then stop back at Fort Dean on the return trip.“Andy should have some deliveries today. I bought twenty. “Da fuck you mean you a boy?”Stevie backed away timidly. “I’m a guy.”“You a dude?!?!? But you got tits!”“It’s a padded bra. I’m sorry.”I paced. I was heated. “Mane,” I yelled. “Fuck dis shit! You a gay ass punk nigga. I oughta beat yo’ stupid monkey ass fah dis shit! You catfishin’ me an’ shit! Fuck you, dumb ass faggit bitch. I don’t get down like dis. You tryna set me up? Who put you up to dis shit, faggit. I’ll whoop yo trifling ass. You fuckin’ faggit!”“I’m really sorry,” the punk.