‘You’re being serious?’ she asked. The huge Greek nodded. His hands went to his hips. ‘That’s what I told you, beautiful Lauren.’ Her exci...ed brown eyes ran down a body she knew was posing for her. She’d always loved his imposing physical presence. ‘Okay.’ The huge Greek laughed. ‘Okay? Is that all you have to say, Lauren? I’m offering you a chance of the big time, and all you say is okay?’ The blonde felt herself flush. Yes, that was ungracious. If the Agency owner was being truthful, this was. The man stood next to the edge of the table, his large but gentle hands holding his beloved down; one squeezing her plush hip, the other manhandling her voluptuous breast. He was fucking her like a man in love, sensually and lovingly but also firmly. He wanted her to feel good first. He was a good man, and handsome too, with a pleasing enough physique and a nice face. His thick but otherwise quite average looking cock thrust partly in and out of her, his balls slapping against the underside. Angela knew how precariously close her dad was to breaking down in tears again.Seeing tears welling in her father's bloodshot eyes she squeezed his hand tighter. "Dad," she whispered in his ear. "You know Mom would want you to be strong. Hang on a little longer and this wake will be over."Angela saw her father nod his head and dig into his reservoir of courage to find the strength to persevere a little while longer. She saw his eyes glance again at the shell of a body that once held the soul of. ”“Palarma and Amra won’t do it. They don’t want to offend the moderate Jarjans.”“The moderate Jarjans won’t stand up to the radicals.”“It’s going to require killing off hundreds of Jarjan Voices.”The Jarjan Voices were the spiritual leaders of the followers of the Jarjan religion. Over the past thirty years, a small group of Jarjan Voices had become increasingly more radical in tone. Now they were calling for a religious cleansing. The Jarjan fanatics had taken to killing anyone who didn’t.