. and he loved her for it! "Oh, God! I Move you, Dottie!"Then... it had been two weeks later--there had been other nights of clandestine sex, wild, ca...efree and careless, in the back of his station wagon parked in the orange grove--when she had told him, "G-Gabe... you keep s-saying you l-love me... a-and I-I love you, too... but now w-we've got to do s-something about it..." What do you mean... ?" We've got to g-get married... I'm going to h-have a b-baby!" she told him in a rush."My God! How. .. I didn’t realise Imam’s could be perverts ... I thought he had an actual message from God, because I was still young a stupid ... Not like now!!” She laughs, then continues, “Back then, I thought, the Imam only tells us what he has been told by God ... We’re told all our life to respect him, listen to him, and follow his instructions ... So when he said it, it didn’t sound perverse, or wrong ... It was just his message for me.”“So what did you do with this information?” Asks our host.“I. ” I grinned over my shoulder at him. “What would I do without you?” “It probably wouldn’t be much different for you.” “Don’t sell yourself short.” I said, looking back in the mirror as I applied my makeup. “Do we have any word of Feractian?” “He’s still trying to quell the rebellion with his lieges. His barons operate in his stead.” “Are any of them powerful enough to take his seat?”“No.” “And none of them have accepted our invitation?” “No.” “Huntiata? Any news from him?” “I doubt we’ll ever. We want to create good jobs, improve education, and lower crime. Sounds like a political speech, doesn’t it?’ ‘It does, except we intend to carry through and make it work,’ insisted Jordan. ‘Let’s find some of those news people and get the word out.’ Two hours later, Steve and Gwen and their entourage were seated at the front of the meeting room at city hall. The place was packed to overflowing once the interviews had been broadcast. News crews and cameramen lined the walls. The mayor, a.