Her belly was swollen, and she was covered in some sort of pink fluid. She wasn’t wearing a helmet, telling Imelda she could breathe this planet’s... air, and she touched a button on her helmet that lifted the face of it, allowing her to see the body clearer. “Identify yourself,” Captain Cruz said again, though she turned the gun off and instead crouched down closer to the woman.The woman shuddered before answering, her eyes still glazed over. “Neh… ohh… N-Nia Jacks-son of… uff… of the Stardweller. Making a show of looking him up and down, the smile never left her face. ‘Rumor has it that you ordered this drink.’ ‘Rumor could be right.’ He really was attractive, from the other side of the bar, it had been hard to tell. His face looked chiseled from stone, combined with broad shoulders and eyes that oozed confidence, he was just the type of man she went for. ‘How’d you know it was my favorite?’ ‘You look the type. Got a name?’ Eyes fluttering, she replied, ‘Alyssa.’ Tilting her chin up. Initially I didn’t pay heed to their tete-a-tete. But within a few seconds, I couldn’t help resist listening to them. Sony was telling them about her ill-fate that she had been dying to get fucked by Sumit and had wait for 4 months for the same. One of her friends told her, “Your hubby is such a pansy guy. Why don’t you try out Ravi and make him horny? You are sexy. Make use of him.” She also suggested Sony that it would never be disclosed since Ravi is your brother-in-law. Their vulgar talk. I took my one cast iron frying pan and put it on the stove once the stew was ready. I let the butter melt then I grilled the split rolls with just enough garlic salt to make it noticeable on the buttered toast. A can of diet coke off the back deck and dinner was served.After dinner I check the mail and found the test message awaiting me. It was a monthly exercise in futility. Since the Church Camp seldom had a message for me, they sent a test message once a month or so. I was expected to.