I like that term, by the way." He was now smiling himself, retrieving the upper hand in the conversation. It had not quite gone as he had planned.Mr. ...Church did not answer for a few moments, the silence growing across the room. Finally, he pursed his lips and asked a simple question: "How long have you been cheating on your wife, Mr. Stanton?" Marcus's upper hand left before it really got on top."I beg your pardon?" Mr. Church pointed at a picture on the executive's desk, and another on a book. Inevitably - my natural curiosity got the better of me and I started checking out my surrounding. Everywhere I looked there was great activity! Boys and girls as young as ten, to men and women as old as my parents, were being summarily processed. Suddenly an ear piercing scream shot through the room, as a young girl a couple of years my junior was savagely whipped on her back! Looking through the clear glass separating our cubicles, I saw the female overseer’s tearing the clothes right off. Wow, knowing Arabic was a revelation because the Imam spoke in that language in an effort to reach as many of the people as possible. He sounded so much like an ISIL agent that we immediately reported him. His denunciations of the USA were almost enough to make me punch him into silence. I was able to control myself, but my grimaces and other expressions made an impression on several of the other men in the audience. They were sure that I agreed with the Imam and hated what was going on in. “Doesn’t matter to me. Mom’s deep into genealogy. She’s attempting to trace her, and thus my, lineage. So far she’s located records back to my great-great-great grandmother.”“What do you know about her?”“Not much. Mom has all that information. You’ll need to ask her.” She switched off her phone. “I’m really hungry. Let’s get lunch.”“Yeah, all that sex works up an appetite.”Kit picked up a tray and handed it to her; then he took one for himself. They went through the line, selecting items and.