He seemed innocuous enough and she was pretty good at reading people after her years in captivity. His English seemed passable if not grammatical and ...e looked like he had taken a shower that morning."Are you married, Diego?" Married? Did you say married, Senora? No, Diego not married. But he is good worker."She liked the way he talked about himself in the third person. It made him seem like a salesman for his own labors."I might have a job for you, but you must have a form of identification to. My main concern had become one of helping the Inglets make sure that the Bustols didn't come back.The TWT people promised to keep an eye on the Inglet situation in perpetuity to be ready to help them in self defense if it became necessary. Frankly, I didn't think that the Bustols would be back.The fighting on Inglet had simply become too expensive to maintain the obscene profits that the criminals on Bustol had come to expect. They were rapidly approaching a break-even situation, at best, so. The rest were Japanese, German, Canadian, English and French in order of their numbers.People were tense for the week preceding the launch. Everything was gone over many times. Our equipment was the best there was but it was not as good as what NASA had even in the seventies. We had to make up for our crude instrumentation with intelligence and foresight.The first launch was at ten twenty in the morning. The atoll was much too small to allow the people to remain on the island if something went. I paused to look back and saw her approaching and pulling her phone out of her back pocket. The screen lit her face as she tapped and swiped. When she reached me, she turned the phone to face me.It was a picture of some guy’s dick in what I assumed was her hand – dripping cum. She quickly swiped to what was obviously a different, smaller dick. A third flick of her finger revealed dripping dick number three.I looked away and said, “Yeah, okay.”“Seriously. It’s just a game. I’m going to show you.