7 comments/ 50169 views/ 24 favorites The Three Day Pass Ch. 01 By: JoyStick56 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all emails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to acknowledge the assistance I received for this story from Kai. Without him this work would have remained in my head and would not have been put onto paper. The errors are mine and mine alone. * There he sat, Private Joseph Benson, on the bus, looking out a grimy window at the skyline of New York City. God, except for seeing it on the TV or in the movies, he had never seen a sight like that before. He was a real country bumpkin, a hick from a small town in upper New York State. His blue eyes wide in amazement and his heart pounding with excitement, he was looking forward to this new adventure. Even if the skies were overcast and it looked like it might rain, nothing, but absolutely nothing, could or would dampen his joy at having finally made it to the "Big Apple." Joseph had finally gotten out of that upstate hellhole by joining the army. He felt he was liberated at last. Sure the Army was restrictive and demanding, but, he still felt he was at last free. What was it that the enlistment guy had said "Free to be the best you can be." Yes, no more having to answer to anyone but himself. Freedom had come in more than one way. When he had first joined the army, he had hopes of earning enough money to marry his girlfriend back home. Also he wanted to make use of the army to finish his education. However, things just didn't work out. Just last month he turned 21 years old and for a birthday gift what did his girl send him? ---- A Dear John letter, telling him that she could not wait for him and that she had found someone else. That bitch, before her, except for one or two dates and a good night kiss or two, he had never had a steady girlfriend. Not that he wasn't good looking enough, he was. He was just under 6 feet tall, blond hair and steel blue eyes. Weighing 165 pounds, he had a really good body which basic training had only improved on by adding a bit more muscle. His 'manhood', seven inches long and one and one half inches in diameter, was enough to satisfy any girl. This trip into the city was to be the long awaited 'event of events' he had been looking forward to. This would be the place to celebrate his 21st birthday and forget that rotten bitch. To spread his wings without anyone back home having to know anything about it. The bus pulled into the terminal. Taking his canvas traveling bag down from the overhead rack, smoothing his class 'A' uniform he proceeded to join the mass of people getting off the bus and followed them into the inner terminal and... for a moment he froze in his footsteps looking all around at the throngs of humanity. God he had never seen so many people. Everyone running here and there like they knew where they were going. His first thought was to find a small corner and push himself into it and hide. After a few minutes and lots of being pushed by the crowds he found himself on that street of streets, 42nd Street. Somehow he had found the area he had been looking for. He had been advised that there was a sort of U.S.O run by a 42nd Street association of businessmen that looked after servicemen while they were on leave. They helped them to find rooming accommodations, get tickets to shows and provided a place to enjoy a cup of coffee and a donut. Someone was always there to talk to about things to do and places to go and how to get there. There was even a place in which to clean up, if you needed it, and safe lockers you could rent to store your bag. It was sort of a YMCA for service men. After going into the restroom and placing some of his money in his canvas traveling bag, Joseph rented a locker and stored his kit. No sense in taking all his money with him, after all he had heard about what could and did happen to guys on leave and this way he would still have most of his money and clothes if he should wake up with a big hangover. Speaking of which he was looking forward to being able to go into a bar legally and have a few beers. He was even hoping that the bartender would demand some I.D. Now that would just put icing on the cake. Anyway, it was too early to drink now and besides he had plenty of time for drinking as he had a three day pass. The girl at the desk helped him by giving him all kinds of suggestions and free tickets for places to go to. She even took the time to sit down with him and show him how to get to some places. If she had been a lot younger and a little better looking he might have been tempted to ask her out. But he was looking for someone hot and willing to trot and willing to screw like mad... So onto the subway he went and following her directions and suggestions wound up in an area called the "village." This was almost like a small town within the city. People seemed to move a bit more slowly and some even smiled at you. Joseph noticed that the men seemed to smile at him a lot more than some of the women. Finally spotting a small cafe he entered and was seated at a small table set up by the window where he could watch the comings and goings out on the street. He ordered a beer from the waiter. The waiter smiled at him and asked him what brand he wanted. "Just give me a Bud, if you have it," he said, as he looked around the place. The cafe was not yet busy but there were a few men and some women having coffee and talking. Now and then they would look at Joseph and smile. Finally one of the women came over and asked him his name and started up a conversation. The woman had a nice figure and was rather nice looking too. She must have been in her late 20s. She had dark green eyes and long red hair. Her body was fighting a loosing battle to stay inside her dress. "What's your name, handsome?" she asked. "Joseph," he answered. "Why don't you take a seat and tell me yours?" "Joanne," she answered in a deep sexy voice, sitting down in the chair next to him. Her hands then reached out to hold his hands in them and said, "I bet I can guess what you do for a living." "That's not difficult, seeing as I'm in uniform," he smiled. "No! Silly, I meant before you went into the service," she concentrated as she ran her fingers over the palm of his hand, her smooth fingers and finger nails tracing the lines on his palm. "What do you want to wager I can guess?" "I don't know. What's the usual bet?" he inquired "How about dinner and a few drinks, if I guess right" she smiled. "And if you don't, what will I win?" he snickered. "Then you get to name your prize." She lowered her voice and added, "I'm sure you can think of something that you may want." Without a second thought he said, "You got yourself a deal." "OK, I'm going to write my guess on this napkin. Then you will tell me how you earned your living before you went into the army. If it matches, I win," she said while writing her answer down. "Now what was your civilian occupation?" "Well believe it or not I was a farm hand" Joseph said. "No kidding." "Your hands are not the hands of a farmer." she protested. "They are too smooth. I guess farming isn't what it used to be. Looks as if you won the bet. I'm at your disposal. What kind of payment are you going to wring out of me?" Joseph thought a few seconds and then leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "How about I take you to dinner anyway and then you show me this town? I've never been in the big city and I feel lost." He moved his hand to her leg and lightly ran his fingertips up and down her thigh. "And we can always negotiate the rest in a more comfortable location" Placing her hand over his and moving both their hands to his leg she rubbed his thigh and whispered, "I did say you could name your prize, didn't I? And I have a few ideas as to what that will be." She smiled as her fingers touched his crotch and rested on his hardening cock." Giving it a slight squeeze she said, "MMMMM Looks like I get the big prize after all don't I?" "Well if you play your cards right, you could help me celebrate my birthday in a royal manner." He said as he reached for her thigh again and moved his fingers up to her pussy. "You can give me my present, slowly, later in bed, but for now, like all growing boys I need some food." Her fingers caressing his crotch, she moaned and replied, "Yes I can feel you growing." Smiling he signaled the waiter and they ordered dinner and cocktails. He ordered steak and potatoes and she a chicken dinner. Before the waiter left Joseph asked him where the washroom was. The waiter showed him and Joseph excused himself and walked with difficulty to the men's room. Once inside he went into the cubical and took a piss. Just as he was finishing up he heard the outside door open and someone come in and use the urinal. Coming out of the booth and moving over to the washbasin he recognized the waiter taking a piss. The waiter finishing up shook his penis to get the last drops out and stuffed his cock into his pants and joined Joseph at the basins. "You in town for long Soldier boy?" the waiter asked trying to make polite conversation. "Just for a few days on leave," Joseph answered, "looking for a fun time to celebrate my birthday away from home." "Oh! Then you are not from New York City?" "No, this is my first time in the big city. I come from upstate, never been in a town this big. People, people, people, more than I could ever hope to see in my town," Joseph said washing and drying his hands. "This section of the city, 'The Village', reminds me of my home town. The people, at least the men, smile at me and are so friendly. Uptown, everyone seemed too busy to even look at you." "Soldier, you really are a 'Hick'," he laughed. "A lot of the men here are gay and are trying to pick you up." "You're kidding me, why me?" he asked. "Do I look like I would be interested in that kind of thing?" "Look at it from the point of view of a gay men," he answered. "You see a good looking guy walking in our neighborhood, he's alone, he's in uniform - hell why not give him a smile? You never know, nothing ventured, nothing gained. How many times have you smiled at a girl in hopes of getting into her pants? It's the same with us, except for the gender. Hell, I would make a play for you myself if you were available." "Well I'm not available, no offense meant," Joseph said. "I seem to be getting along with that girl at my table damn good." "Ah, since you are new to our city can I assume you just met Joanne?" he asked while reaching for a paper towel. "Yes we just met here today", he smiled "And it looks like I hit the jackpot." The waiter hemming and hawing said, "Look soldier, I would be careful if I were you, you never know what kind of people you meet in this place. I like you and don't like to see 'our guys in service' taken for a ride." "What are you trying to tell me?" Joseph asked, "Is she sick or something?" "Not sick, at least I don't think so", he began slowly. "She is a pro. She has a partner and together they pull the old badger game with a twist. She lures her 'date' into a back alley and her boyfriend works him over before they run off with his wallet. Just don't let her lead you down any alleys...." "Shit! And here I was thinking it was my blue eyes and winning ways that attracted her." He laughed. "Well they are a rather nice shade of blue at that." He said, "I wouldn't like to see them blackened, or may be even worse, so just watch your back." The waiter looked into Joseph's face and reached up and touched his cheek and said, "Yes, it's too nice a face to have to see it smashed to hell" "Hell! There's little chance of that." He bragged, "I'm a martial arts devotee and army trained in close combat tactics. I can take care of myself, but, thanks for the info, to be forewarned is to be forearmed." he thanked the Waiter "Thanks again-----sorry I did not get your name." "Richard, but you can call me Rich, everyone does," he answered. "And another thing, watch what you drink and how much you drink! Stick to bottled beer. Well that's my good deed for tonight" he added, looking Joseph up and down, smiling he turned and left the washroom. Joseph reached into his rear pocket, pulled out a comb and ran it through his hair a few times before returning to his table. Sitting down, he slid over to Joanne until their legs touched. He placed his arm around her and ran his fingertips up and down her arm smiling at her. He pulled her close to him and gave her ear a little kiss. "MMMMMMM that's lovely" she cooed, "can't wait till we are alone later just you and I." "Where are we going first? I have these tickets that I got from the 42nd Street service place. Would you like to see a show? Afterwards, we can go on one of those horse drawn carriage rides they have in Central Park?" he suggested. "Baby, you are such a romantic", lowering her voice she said. "That ride is a bit of a tourist trap. Only hicks and tourist from out of town would do that sort of thing. I think I have a better way to celebrate your 21st. I was thinking more in the line of taking a walk around the Village and then up to my place. I will show you how a real New Yorker lives and has fun without having to throw your Army pay away on junk like that. Who wants to sit behind a smelly horse anyway?" Reaching over and running her fingers over his crotch she sucked on his ear lobe, her tongue tip flitting in and out of his ear. "Yeahhhhhh! I can't wait to open my Birthday present," he said as the waiter came over to the table with their dinner. "Let's make a toast first" lifting the cocktail glass to his lips and making a face he complained, "This stuff smells rather bad." Hailing the waiter he ordered a bottle of beer. "Is your drink Ok?" he asked her, "I'm not really into cocktails anyway. They are too sweet for my taste." The waiter returned with a cold Budweiser, opened it and filled a glass for Joseph. After he left, Joseph raised his glass to hers and touched it saying, "Here's to a very interesting evening." They then drank their drinks and ate. The food was very good and they spent the meal eating, drinking and touching each other under the table. By the time dinner was over Joanna had unzipped his fly and was holding his cock under the tablecloth. "We better put a hold on that baby", he said, "I don't want to have to leave here with soiled pants." "Yes you are right" she said, "There will be plenty of time for that later -- If I can just control my animal nature. Grrrrrrrr." Trying hard to shove his hard cock back into its prison and straightening himself out, they prepared to leave. He paid the bill and left a big tip for the waiter. The two of them went out into the night air. As they left, Joseph noticed a man leave right after them and head down the street at a fast pace. "Looks and feels like rain." Joseph said. "Yes it does, we better take a short cut that I know." she quipped and added. "We wouldn't want to get that uniform all wet, at least not with water." The two of them hurried down the street, made a few twists and turns and found themselves in a rather dark secluded alleyway. Suddenly, Joseph spotted a man walking toward them. He appeared to be the same one who had rushed past them when they were leaving the cafe. In his hand he now carried a mean looking switchblade knife, its long blade extended. Joseph reached into his pocket and found his key ring there. He quickly arranged the keys so that they stuck out between his fingers, transforming them into a set of pointed lethal brass knuckles. Crouching down, and turning sideways he waited for the guy to make the first move. Waving the knife in front of him, the man demanded Joseph hand over his money. "Why don't you try to take it from me, punk." Joseph snarled at him. The enraged man made a thrust at Joseph, the knife coming within inches of his body. "Can't you do any better than that?" Joseph chided him.Again and again the man tried to stab the soldier, but with the dexterity of a trained close combat fighter, he managed to escape the knife thrusts. "Get out of here." Joseph yelled at Joanne, but she just stood there. "Grab him Joanna, hold the son of a bitch for me." the frustrated goon yelled. "I'm going to make the bastard look like Swiss Cheese." The quick-thinking fighting man, avoiding or deflecting his attackers knife thrusts, looked for an opportunity to strike back. Finally, finding an opening, he swung his key laden fist and hit the man right in the belly. As the attacker bent over in pain, Joseph brought his knee up and smashed him on the jaw. The coup de maitre was a toe right in the groin. The man went down. He rolled around winding up in the fetal position moaning. Reaching down and picking up the knife Joseph turned to Joanna and said "Bitch, you tried to set me up, didn't you. I should use this knife to cut that pretty face of yours so that you won't tempt others into dark alley ways." "Please", she pleaded, "I'll do what ever you like. Just don't hurt me. Come, we can still go to my place." "Too late for that." he said grabbing her arm and leading her back the way they had come. "I wouldn't dirty my cock with you." After they got out of the alley way he let go of her arm and told her to get lost. It had started to rain real hard now --- one of those heavy humid downfalls that New York is famous for. She ran back down the alley way and Joseph heaved a sigh of relief. He started to shake and shiver even though it was still warm. Somehow, soaking wet, he made his way back through the now deserted streets to the Cafe. He thought of going in to call the police but why take the chance of being tied up at the station for god knows how long. They might even send him back to base. Some birthday celebration this turned out to be! He decided to at least grab a cup of hot coffee and maybe get dry anyway. As he staggered past the door, he saw the waiter with a raincoat on just about to leave the place. "For Gods sake! What happened to you?", Richard asked while helping him to sit down in a booth at the rear of the Cafe. "You're in no condition to go anywhere. Are you all right--- not cut or shot?" After ascertaining that he was going to live he said that he would get him an "Irish Coffee." "Better make it real strong, I'm freezing!", Joseph said, "It's the middle of the summer and I'm freezing." "Delayed shock I should think. Here put this around you to warm yourself up a bit." Richard offering him his raincoat said. "Its not much but its better than nothing" Joseph wrapped the coat around himself and shivered "Thanks." Richard returned with the steaming cup of whiskey-laced coffee and placed it before him saying, "I know I told you to drink only bottled beer, but, I think you need this. You feel up to telling me what happened or you want to warm up first" He started to drink and to tell Richard of the experience in the alleyway. He pulled the knife from his pocket and laid it on the table...Richard picked it up and pressed the knife button and jumped as it sprung out. "You didn't cut the bastard did you? He was still alive when you left him?" he inquired. "Yes Richard, but I think he will be walking kind of funny for the next few days", Joseph joked. "And maybe Joanne will mend her ways, but I doubt that." "I agree, but what are you going to do now. You can't go back to base looking like that." the waiter said. "Do you have a place to wash up and change?" The Three Day Pass Ch. 01 Trying to think he finally said, "I have some of my stuff checked into a locker and that will be safe for a few days. Damn, if I go to get it looking this way the MPs will pick me up and start asking questions. What can I do, Richard, any ideas?" "Well, as you were coming in, I was on my way home." Richard said, "I don't live far from here and you could come home with me. Perhaps, you could take a shower while I wash and dry your uniform. Then after the rain stops you would at least be able to return to the base looking like a proper soldier and not some bum. Oh, and by the way I told you that my friends call me Rich. If you are going to take advantage of my hospitality I insist you call me that as my father's name is Richard and it reminds me of all the times they called me 'Richard Jr." "You're a lifesaver, Richa... Rich." Joseph said. "Are you leaving soon or do I have time to buy you a drink?" "Thank you Joseph, however, I have some good stuff at home not this rot gut crap." he smiled, "We can leave anytime you want. I'll grab us a Taxi. You keep the raincoat, I don't want you to catch cold." They got up and went to the door way where Rich hailed a taxi to drive them to Rich's place. Joseph insisted on paying for the cab and then they entered the building where Rich had an apartment. The apartment was cozy. It consisted of a kitchen, a large living room, a bathroom and a rather roomy laundry/storage/linen closet. What furniture there was, was of a very good quality and the place was decorated nicely. Some of the artwork was rather erotic to say the least... Over the pull out sofa/bed was a large lithograph of Michelangelo's "David" in all his glory. Indirect multi- colored lighting surrounded the baseboards. There was an easy chair, coffee table and well as a few table and floor lamps. The place was clean, spotless, and orderly. "It's not tremendous, but big enough for myself and an occasional guest." Rich said, "What can I get you to drink, perhaps a brandy?" "That should warm me up. My compliments to your decorator", said Joseph "That's Michelangelo's David, isn't it. I hope someday to visit Rome to see the real thing. People say that it is magnificent. There is another David, I always forget the name of the sculptor, that some say is also beautiful, but I think this one is better." "And I thought you were a dumb hick", Rich said handing him a snifter of brandy. There are many statues of David but the most famous is this one and the one by Donatello. In fact I believe that Donatello did more than one of David. Is that who you meant?" he continued "I think you should get out of those wet things and let me put them in the washer and dryer. You night as well let me do your under stuff also. There is a robe in the utility room that you can use. We are more or less the same size." Raising his snifter of brandy in a mock toast and taking another gulp of the liquor, the still shivering soldier said, "Thank you Rich, this is really nice of you. I don't know what I would have done without you, both for this and your earlier warning. Without it, most likely, I would be either laying in a gutter somewhere or on a slab down at your morgue." "Any time for a service man and anything also." he returned the toast, "There is a clean large towel in the room, to wipe yourself with and then you might also want to take a HOT shower while I put your stuff in the washer. Better get on with it, you look like a wet dog that I picked up off the street and the lease says that I'm not allowed to keep any pets in the apartment. Leave your wet stuff on the washer. I have a few things to add to it. No sense in running a half empty load. My electric bill is too high as it is." Joseph, putting the empty brandy snifter down, went into the utility room. He stripped and dried himself off and put on the silk bathrobe that was hanging there. It was one of those smoking jacket robes, the hem coming down to just above his knees. Placing the towel around his neck and his stuff on the washer, he exited the room. "That robe never looked that good on me", Rich laughed, "Go! Take your shower while I take care of the laundry. If you need more towels there are some in the bathroom closet. Anything else you want, just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you? You put your lips together and just blow. Now, go take a long hot shower. I like my guests smelling nicely and there is a package of new BIC razors there for you to shave with if you want." "I hope you don't mind my asking you, but how come a waiter can afford such a nice place as this?" Joseph sheepishly asked, "I know its none of my business and I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but these days an apartment like this must be expensive." "Well waiters can make a lot in tips, most of which I don't report, and that's only my side line." he answered winking an eye, "I'm also studying to be an actor and I do a bit of male modeling on the side. Then there are those 'rich' parents of mine. So now you know, I hope it doesn't change your opinion of me." Leading Joseph to the bathroom and slapping him lightly on the ass he said "Go get washed up, we can talk more after, I'm still curious to find out how a farm hand knows about art and sculpture and why in the world anyone with an ounce of brains would join the army." While Joseph was showering and shaving Richard filled the washer and then returned to the kitchen. He made some cheese and cracker spreads placing them on the coffee table. Then loosened his tie, taking off his shoes, he made himself comfortable. Joseph had started to hum some tune in the shower that made Rich smile and the thought came to him of maybe sneaking into the bathroom and into the shower with his handsome guest. It was a temptation that almost got to him. Ohhhhhhh how he would like to put all his 8" up that cute soldier's ass and make love to him. But second thoughts came to him. He better be very careful, this was a guy that could beat the shit out of him if he did not want to play the 'gay way'. I'll just take it slow and see what develops. In any event it was nice to have a man in the house! In the bathroom Joseph was finished with the shower and running his fingers over his face decided to take a shave. He lathered up his face and ran the razor over his skin. He opened the medicine cabinet and saw a bottle of after shave lotion, which he splashed on his face. God that stuff makes me smell like a cheep whore, he thought. His mind running wild, will this give Rich the wrong impression? 'Will he think that I'm interested in him? Taking water in his hands and splashing it on his face, he tried to get as much of the aftershave off as he could. What will I do if he makes a pass at me? I just can't be rude to him after all he has been nice to me. Why do I get myself into these situations? I feel boxed in, cornered and as nervous as I was the first time I had a woman.' Looking at himself in the mirror he said to himself, "Well you can't stay in here all night, Go out there and try to relax and leave as soon as you can." Joseph came out of the bathroom and plunked down in the easy chair opposite the couch where Rich was sitting. "I hope you didn't mind my singing in your shower", He said, "That shower was great; it's been a while since I have been able to shower without at least 10 other guys in there with me. The army is no place if you like your privacy." "Well you should have said something. As a good host, it's my duty to make you feel at home. The very least I could have done was to keep you company. Perhaps wash your back and even join you in a chorus or two." Rich said offering Joseph some of the appetizers. "My voice, while not as melodic as yours, is never the less quite good." Reaching for the offered food Joseph said, "A shower, cheese and crackers, a nice dry place to wait out the storm and brandy, you sure know how to treat a guest. Again you're going to spoil me with all these 'goodies'. Can I have another shot of that brandy also? God, but I feel like a new man, I must have been filthy and smelled like I had just got off the obstacle course." "Well you clean up very nicely and smell divine. I see you made use of that aftershave I have." Richard said as he poured him a healthy shot of brandy while still nursing his first. They sat around talking and joking and drinking. That is Joseph was drinking, Rich just sipped his. Soon Joseph began to slur his words and his eyes became heavy and he started to drift off. Rich got up went into the laundry room and placed the wash in the dryer and returned to the living room to hear the sounds of Joseph snoring softly, his fingers still around the brandy snifter. Richard pried the glass from his fingers and set it on the counter. 'Soldier boy you've had a busy day,' he thought and then he went and opened the sofa couch and made up the sofa bed). Come on Joseph lets get you into bed he said as he helped the half sleeping guy onto the mattress. Joseph opened his eyes, blinked sleepily at Rich, then turned over and started to softly snore. Rich covered him and turned out the lights with the exception of the small baseboard lights, which cast a multicolored dim light over the room. Rich sat in the overstuffed chair and watched Joseph toss and turn until he got comfortable. The dryer soon stopped and he went to unload and hang up the wash putting it on hangers so that it would not get wrinkled. He also got undressed and put on a pair of pajama bottoms. As he walked out of the laundry room, in the dim light he could see that Joseph had turned over on his back. The covers were pushed aside and the short robe had opened exposing Joseph's limp cock and balls. Damn, he thought what a beautiful sight; wish I could take a picture of that. After looking at it for a while his eyes went up to the lithograph and compared David with Joseph. He broke out into a cool sweat and then sat on the corner of the bed and reached over and touched Joseph's leg. Slowly, he began to run his fingers over the thigh. Joseph moaned and opened his legs wider, allowing Rich's fingers to touch his penis. Rich removed his pajama bottoms, brought his feet up on to the bed and covered the both of them with the blanket. He snuggled against Joseph's body, his arm going around him, and held him close, his fingertips tracing Joseph's arms and running over his chest. The muscles twitched as his fingers moved down his chest. His fingers again settling on the soldier's seven inch cock. He leaned in and kissed the ear lobe of his sleeping bed partner. Using the tip of his tongue Richard traced the outline of the Joseph's ear. Joseph started to breath harder and started to moan. "Hey, what's going on?" moaned Joseph. "Shush, it's late. You fell asleep and I put you to bed." Rich told him, "I was just getting to bed myself. Your stuff is dry and hanging but it's still raining out. You might as well spend the night here with me." "What were you doing to me before?" Joseph asked. "It felt so good. But, it's dirty and not right to do things like that." Taking a hold of Joseph's limp cock in his hand and squeezing it lovingly Rich said, "I was thinking of giving you the same type of birthday present that you wanted from Joanne. Happy birthday Joseph," he said and leaned over to kiss Joseph lightly on his lips. "I'll stop anytime you want me to, but let me try to satisfy you tonight." Leaning over his chest he put his lips on the soldier's nipples and started to lick and suck on them. As he teased them with his teeth, he gently rubbed his finger up and down a strong muscled thigh and caressed the other man's balls. He cupped them in his hand and rubbed his finger along the skin under the balls to the cheeks of his ass and squeezing them. "MMMMM soldier you have such a sweet ass." he murmured "So round, so firm and so needing to be fully packed." He felt Joseph's body stiffen up as the finger touched his rosebud and afraid he might lose him, he backed off. "OK, I won't go there, now." Joseph relaxed a bit as Rich's fingers returned to his leg and the inside of his thigh. And then the fingers touched his cock and in spite of himself the cock began to get hard. Richard worked the cockhead between his thumb and forefinger.... Rubbing it and caressing it and feeling it get harder and harder and until the heat coming from it became intense. Rich kissed his lips and his ears as he whispered, "Baby, I'm so glad to see that you are getting to like this. We are going to have a lot of fun together." Then he placed his mouth on Joseph's and kissed him, his tongue pressing against Joseph's clenched teeth and sucking on the lower lip. After a while he returned his mouth again to Joseph's ear and sucked on the ear lobe, making sure to allow the tongue tip to start flitting in and out of Joseph's ear. Finally Joseph began to moan and gasp. Rich quickly kissed him again and was finally able to gain access to the inside of his mouth. His tongue was now able to fully explore the entire region of his lover's mouth. Rich's mind transformed his tongue into a sensitive sex organ, which he ran over the now gasping soldier's teeth, gums and deep into his hot wet mouth. His tongue flitting in---out in---out just like a cock. It was not long before he could feel Joseph responding at last. When he pulled out his tongue he found that Joseph's tongue had followed his into his own mouth. He sucked on Joseph's tongue as Joseph worked his tongue in and out of Rich's sucking lips. He had him; Joseph was Rich's now. He mounted Joseph's body and their cocks rubbed against each other. He dry fucked his soldier lover. The both of them held onto each other moaning and feeling each other's passion and moving faster and faster. Each one's body reached up to try to pull the other into himself. Faster and faster, harder and harder and hotter and hotter. Till they were like rutting animals grunting and moaning and calling each other's name out over and over again. At last the fire within them exploded. Simultaneously both yelled YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH as together both climaxed. Once they calmed down, they hugged each other and they both started to laugh and then came the tears as they held on to one and other. "That was fantastic Rich." Joseph, trying to catch his breath was finally able to say. "Never, never, did I think it could be that way. Is it always that great and intense? I have never cummed so hard before. I thought I was going to blast you right off me." Then he began to laugh so hard he started to cry. Rich held his face in both hands kissing away the tears and said, "No! no baby, not all the time. Sometimes it's even better and other times, with the wrong guy, it can be just a dirty filthy thing. It's the same with a woman... there are great fucks and then there are the pigs. Sex can be great, good or bad. Depends on you and your partner and how you feel about each other. Tonight, it was very good! Then smiling he added, "The night is young yet and we still have a few days to make it fantabulous, that is if you want to continue." (to be continued) The Three Day Pass Ch. 02 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all emails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to acknowledge the assistance I received for this story from Kai. Without him this work would have remained in my head and would not have been put onto paper. The errors are mine and mine alone. I would also like to thank all of you that took the time to write and tell me how much you liked the story. * The morning sun streaming into the room through the Venetian blinds woke him up. The sunlight, leaving patches of light and dark on the bed, gave him the feeling of being behind jail bars. However, the smells of freshly brewed coffee and something frying filled his senses bringing him out of his dream world. Joseph stretched his body out and for a few seconds he did not remember where he was. Then, it hit him like a ton of bricks and he remembered what had happened last night. "My God, what did I do? How did I get into this mess? I'm not a fucking fag. It must have been the drinking... Yes, I was drunk. That must have been the reason. If I had not had that much to drink, I would never have let that happen to me. He took advantage of me, drunk, lonely and feeling rotten, he was kind and I just could not resist him in that drunken state. Yet, damn it, I did enjoy it. What's wrong with me??? Am I turning into a fucking faggot? May be I am, or may be I always was and never knew it. Now that it's daylight and there is no darkened room, nor is there a drunken stupor to hide behind, how do I relate to Richard? Falling back against the pillows closing his eyes and saying to himself, Never mind that shit, how do I get out of this mess?" "Well the sleeping warrior awakes," said Rich holding a cup of steaming coffee, "Didn't know if you wanted cream and sugar, is black ok?" Taking the cup of hot coffee in his hand and taking a sip Joseph made a sour face and said, "Shit this stuff is strong. You should bottle it and sell it for furniture finish remover. It could use a bit of milk to cut that goop." Rich, bringing over the milk and pouring some into the cup said "Well it looks as if I'm going to have to use less coffee from now on. Now what do your want for breakfast? Something special. If not with my coffee, perhaps I can win your heart through your stomach." Win my heart? Joseph thought, does he think last night will be repeated? Thinking he should tell him the truth, but not wanting to hurt his feelings, he said, "Just a few eggs will do, any way that's easiest for you, but please, not scrambled. We get them all the time in the mess hall and they taste like raw cardboard. Guess it's because they use powdered eggs." "MMMMMM got an idea," Rich said and returned to the kitchen, "I'm going to make the eggs a special way and also brew another pot of coffee. This one will be more to your taste. In the meantime you can get up and get washed and dressed. I put your stuff in the bathroom for you." Then peeking into the living room he said grinning ear to ear, "Or would you rather I serve you breakfast in bed." "Thanks, but I'll come to the table after I wash my face," Joseph smiled and swing his feet out of the bed. Tiredly he made his way to the bathroom, and started to wash the sleepiness out of his eyes. There was a knock on the door and he heard Richard said, "Hey, you'll find a new toothbrush on the top shelf of the cabinet and you could take another shower, if you want. I won't join you--- well, not unless you want me to. Hey, all you have to do is whistle." Joseph pursed his lips as if to whistle and then relaxed them. What are you doing, he thought. Are you going nuts? Is this what you want? Sure it was wonderful and exciting last night, but it's perverted. Everything he had been brought up to believe in and think said it was perverted and and and ......yes dirty. And yet, after reaching for the toothbrush and closing the mirrored door, he saw his pursed lips. His mind raced with all kinds of erotic thoughts. He felt himself developing feelings for Rich, but the thought of this scared him and prevented him from doing anything but brushing his teeth. Hearing no response Rich went back to his cooking. He cut up some potatoes into small cubes along with some onions and bell peppers and started to fry them to make home fries. When they were done cooking he placed them in the oven to keep warm. He also put up another pot of coffee, this one not as strong. Hearing the shower stop and knowing that Joseph would be out soon, he took a slice of white bread out of the bread box, cut two holes side by side in it and placed it in a fry pan to brown on one side. After flipping the bread over, he cracked two eggs, one into each hole and fried them flipping them once. By that time Joseph was out of the bathroom and dressed in his pants and under shirt. His shirt and tie were still on a hanger that he hooked over the door. "MMMM what smells so good?" He sniffed at the delicious aromas around him as he sat himself at the table. "Is there anything I can do to help?" "No, Just sit there and enjoy," Rich said and placed a glass of orange juice before him and a cup of freshly brewed coffee. "I hope this coffee is more to your liking." "Better, much better" Joseph said taking a sip as Rich placed the eggs and potatoes before him. "This looks great." After tasting the eggs and savoring them he asked, "What do you call these things? I've never tasted anything so good." He started to wolf them down. "They are sometimes called "Adam and Eve on a Raft or Eggs in a hole," Rich smiled and joked, "But for this occasion I'll call them 'Joe and Rich' on a bed." Joseph turned beet red and pointing his fork at Rich for emphasis said, "We have to talk about last night. What happened was something that should not have happened! I don't know what got into me. I'm not Gay, not that there is anything wrong with being Gay. I don't know what really happened, nor do I understand it, but I did not want to lead you on. I don't think that I can, with all honesty, even say that I was so drunk that I did not know what I was doing. All I know now was that, shit, I don't even know what I think I know." Joseph paused with his babbling and looked up at the other man. "Can you make sense of anything I'm trying to say?" Rich looked into his blue eyes smiled and said, "Yes, I understand what you are saying. You are suffering from the 'morning after' syndrome. Relax; one little escapade doesn't make you queer. And there are two words that I do not tolerate, queer is one and faggot is the other. I'm not going to apologize for what happened last night." Rich shrugged, "I wanted it to happen, it may seem to you that I had it planned all along, but you're wrong, it just happened. But I for one, am happy it did." He reached over and took Joseph's hand in his. "If you really don't feel happy about this, then let's just finish breakfast and I'll take you to the subway and show you how to get back to 42nd Street." "Rich, the problem is that I just don't know how I feel." Joseph whispered, "It's all so new and confusing. To tell the truth I'm scared shitless, my head says run, but my feet won't permit me to." Rich leaned over the table and lifting the hand that was in his own to kiss the fingertips, "Then stay with me till you find out how you feel. If you run now, someday you may wonder why you didn't stay and explore this new feeling. Look I already called in and told the Cafe that I was taking a few days off and they said that since it was during the week, it would be ok." "Hey," Joseph protested, "You didn't have to do that. I could have hung around waiting for you to finish off work and we could have gone out after you finished." "What! And give some other guy a shot at grabbing you? NO WAY soldier boy, you are mine." And to prove it Rich got up and walked around to Joseph, lifted his face to his, and kissed him on the lips lightly. Joseph blushed nervously at the contact, which caused Rich to smile. Next he ran his fingers through Joseph's close-cropped G.I. hair do and pulled his face and mouth closer to his. "Mmmmmmmm the eggs taste good on your lips," he smiled, "I bet you taste as good without them also." He began kissing him deeply, his tongue touching Joseph's lips, but not wanting to push through them, as he was not sure if the private was ready for this yet. However, to his surprise, Joseph opened his mouth and the two tongues touched and it was like sparks and fireworks went off again. Soon the tongues were playing field hockey, touching and sending shocks through their bodies. Their kissing became hot and so torrid. "I think I could get used to that," Joseph moaned, "This is crazy you know that Rich, don't you?" "Yeahhhhhh" Richard drawled, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Louie." "I see you are a Bogart fan, just like me." Joseph laughed, "That's the second quote from his films that you've made." "It is? When did I make the first one?" Rich asked. "Just a while ago outside the bathroom door, as I was going to take a shower," Joseph quipped, "By the way did I thank you for your hospitality last night and for breakfast this morning?" "You sure did and today I'm going to show you my town" Richard grinned and sang, "New York, New York ----It's a hell of a town'. "Yeah, the Bronx is up and the Battery's down. And we are going to make this one hell of a town." Joseph paraphrased the song quote. After breakfast Joseph asked if he could borrow a shirt, as he did not want to be in uniform. When Rich asked why he said that just in case he did anything silly he did not want to be picked up by the MPs. Also he did not want to "disgrace" the uniform. "A drunken soldier or one in a sloppy uniform is something I don't want to portray. The army and service men have enough problems without enraged civilians making complaints, besides, now and them every soldier likes to relax and live like a civilian," he elaborated. Rich gave him a choice of three shirts and he picked one and put it on. "Baby, I hate to say this to you, but in or out of uniform, I can still tell you are 100% army," Rich said, "That haircut gives you away. Also the marvelous way you carry that body of yours, makes my cock want to salute you. Here, put on this baseball cap... That looks better. Now lets get moving as I have a lot to show you." "Yeah I'm ready, let's get the troops moving," Joseph said and turned to look at Richard. "Can we make a stop on the way back so that I can pick up my money and my travel bag at the locker?" "Your wish is my command, but first we go up to the Bronx Zoo." They hopped on the subway and traveled up to the Bronx and spent the morning in the Zoo walking, looking at the animals and having lunch in a small nearby lunchroom. They talked for what seemed hours. Joseph told him about his former life in the small town and his work on the farm. He also told him all about his ex-girlfriend. Rich listened and began to understand the reasons behind his joining the army and his need to get away from 'Smalltown, USA'. Joseph also told him about his plans for the future, about wanting to see the world, earn enough to may be go to college and about his love of art and sculpture in particular. "So that's how you knew about the other David," Rich said. "I knew there was more to you than just a good looking face and body. There are some brains up there behind that sexy face of yours. They are not all in that cute bubble ass.' he teased. "I just hope that you get your chance to live out your dreams before, God forbid, you get that ass shot away." "Hey stop that talk, think positive." Joseph said. "I could get killed here on the so called safe streets of New York or any city and in my hometown as well." Rich realizing that he had a point, dropped the subject, but they continued talking about themselves and their lives. Rich told him about his parents who lived out on the Island. He told him about how, in the beginning, his parents had trouble learning to accept the fact that Rich was Gay. Then about how they finally came to accept his sexuality to the point whereby they help him with some money as a sort of 'advance on his inheritance.' "That's the term they prefer to use rather then saying it's an allowance." Rich joked, "They tell me that it's just a way to prove to me that they will never disinherit me, and that I'm their son ----no matter what and that I am welcome to come home anytime!" "I think that is sweet," Joseph said with a tinge of sadness in his voice. "I lost my parents in an auto accident when I was very young and was raised by foster parents. They never really loved me. They did it for the money that the state paid them and to have an extra hand on the farm. That was another reason I wanted to get away and be free. So I joined the Army and here I am, having lunch in New Your City, with a guy that I met less than a day ago. A guy that has me doing and thinking about things I would have found repugnant 24 hours ago." Joseph took a deep breath and glanced up at Rich. "And, damn it, I'm having a ball." "Well I hope you are having fun, because I am." Then Richard smiled and said in a determined voice, "Joseph, tell me if there is anything you would like to do or see. Anything at all." "You're going to think I'm nuts," Joseph answered, "There is one thing that I have been wanting to do, but it's silly." "Tell me!" Rich insisted, "Tell your fairy god daddy now! Tell me and I'll try to way a magic wand and grant your wish." After much cajoling and getting assurances that Rich would not make fun of him, he shyly confessed, "I would love to go for a carriage ride through Central Park. I saw it once in a movie and I have been dying to do that. Can we try it? I'll pay; it's just that it's not the sort of thing one does alone. Come to think of it, would two men do it? I always pictured it with lovers, you know, a man and woman together, snuggling." "And what's to prevent two male lovers from enjoying a night of snuggling together, in a horse drawn carriage in Central Park," Richard smiled and said with determination in his voice, "Yes, Yes, we will do it. Why should the 'Heteros' be the only ones to be able to make love and enjoy themselves like that? Would you like to do that tonight or tomorrow night?" "Don't you have to work tomorrow night?" Joseph asked, "I can't have you taking any more time off. I don't want you to get fired." "I told you that I asked for a few days off, besides I told them that if they needed me, they could get me on my cell phone." he said, "If they do need me and I have to go in, you could come in with me and wait just like a good boyfriend." Half seriously he added, "That way I could keep an eye on your ass, and make sure you behave yourself. Come, let's get a move on; we have a lot to do today. First, I want to take you to see Rockefeller Plaza. Second, we can pick up your kit and drop it off at the apartment. Third, we are going to visit a lady I know that lives in the harbor. I hear that she just loves having her fighting men visit her." "You mean the Statue of Liberty?" Joseph inquired. "You bet your sweet ass, that's who I mean." Sheepishly Rich commented, "I've lived in New York, New York all my life and just like 85% of the people here, I have never been to see her. You see what you are doing to me Joseph, you're turning me into a tourist and believe it or not I'm as excited as you and I'm having the time of my life." Thus began a fantastic fun filled day that would find them, at sun down, holding hands at the Statue of Liberty, looking out at the busy harbor. "I know a place to eat that's right in Central Park," Rich yawned, "Sorry about the yawn, but it's been a busy day and I can not think of a better way to end it, than having dinner and a horse drawn carriage ride." They took a cab up to the restaurant had dinner and then went outside to where the Carriage ride began. After Joseph arranged the price, they got in and the driver pulled away from the curb. Sitting back in the seat, Rich pulled Joseph to him and kissed him. The two of them snuggled and let their fingers do the talking for them. They continued to hold hands and their lips met in small sweet kisses. The clip klop, clip klop, sound of the horse's hooves on the pavement added to the romance of the evening. All too soon the ride was over. The two of them, almost unable to contain themselves, and acting like a pair of love starved teenagers, hurried back to the apartment. The prospect of making love, in private to each other, made them lose all sense of decorum. Once inside the apartment, Rich and Joseph embraced and started to frantically undress each other. Shirts were pulled off and thrown into the air. One landed on top of the lampshade the other on the floor. Hands and fingers of both of them grasped, touched and pulled off the other's under shirts and pants. Rich pushed Joseph into the easy chair and pulled off his shoes and socks, then opened his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled down his pants. The pants sent flying through the air landed on the kitchenette sink. Rich stepped back, surveyed the picture of the young soldier laying there stripped to his BVDs. Falling to the floor in front of him, he started to strip off his own shoes and socks, open his belt and unzip. He felt Joseph's fingers grab his trouser legs and pull them slowly off his body. Both men were now clad only in underpants. Their eyes locked on each other. Their arms wound around each other, each hugging the body of the other to itself. Each feeling the heat of the others arousal. Their lips wanting to say things but instead quickly found and joined together in a long and passionate kiss, tongues entwined. Somehow, still kissing and hugging, the couch was converted and they found themselves rolling around on the bed. Then for some reason Rich stopped, looked around and started to laugh. For about a half minute he could not stop. "Look at this place, it looks like an A-Bomb hit it" He said between gasping for air, "I guess that's the price I pay for making love to the military." "Don't worry, I'll help you clean it up." Joseph grinningly said, "A broom, a dust cloth and a little G.I. elbow grease and the place will be as good as new. I'm not worried about that now. What happens next? Rich, you are going to have to teach me. I've never done anything like this before, I never even played the usual childhood games" "Just go with the flow. Relax I've had experience. I'll try to be as gentle with you as I can." Rich murmured as his lips moved over Joseph's face and neck, "I want you to enjoy this as much as I will. This will be a together experience. We are going to make LOVE; not me or you, but both of us together." He moved his lips and tongue down Joseph's neck to the nook under Joseph's Adam's Apple kissing and licking all the way there. His teeth playfully nipping at his neck and shoulders, before moving on down his chest to his pectoral muscles. His tongue flitting out and teasing the left nipple, then taking it in his mouth alternating between sucking on it and grazing his teeth over the fast erecting nub. Arousing first the left nipple, then the right. His fingers exploring Joseph's body and back running his finger tips along up and down the spine causing his young lover to shiver and moan. His hands reached around Joseph to his backside and resting one hand on each globe, his fingers squeezed the hard flesh. The Three Day Pass Ch. 03 The shrill ringing sound pierced his brain like a thousand church bells. He forced his eyelids open and for a few milliseconds he could not recall where he was. Somewhere off in outer space a phone was ringing and making one hell of a racket. Then, silence followed by a sleepy male voice. "Hello, who is this?" the sleepy voice asked. "Yes, this is Rich, what can I do for you?" The fog began to clear as Joseph remembered where he was now. He looked around the room and saw Richard on the phone; the expression on his face conveying that he was not too pleased with the way the conversation was going. "Yes I know I promised. OK damn it, what time do you want me there?" he asked, his voice clearly upset. "I can make it. I'm going to bring a friend with me though if that's ok with you." Then, after listening to what the caller had to say, he scowled and replied, "No he doesn't wait on tables. I'll see you about 1 o'clock." After closing the cell phone and realizing that Joseph was now awake he leaned over and kiss him on the lips lightly and murmured, "Good morning babe. How are you this morning? Have I told you how much I love you yet today?" "Hell no, but I just opened my eyes" the soldier quipped, "The day has just started and every bone in my body hurts. Don't even ask about my ass." "Why shouldn't I ask you about that beautiful bubble ass of yours? It does belong to me now. Let me kiss it and make it all better." he said as he playfully placed his lips on Joseph's butt, kissed it, and gave it a few additional sloppy licks for good measure. "There that should cure it." "Mmmmmm, it does feel better," he said rubbing his rear end. "Who was that on the phone?" "That phone call was from the cafe," he said in an apologetic tone, "They have booked a special party for this afternoon and need some extra waiters." Taking Joseph's hands in his and lifting them to his lips, he apologized, "Why did I have to leave them my cell number? I'm so sorry but I have to go into work. Would you care to come in with me? It will only be for a few short hours and I hate the thought of leaving you alone here and even less having you wander around this big, bad city without me to protect your handsome face." Hugging Richard to him, kissing him then moving his lips to his ear, he whispered, "I'm a big boy now Daddy." he teased, "You don't have to worry about me. You know I can take care of myself, even in this city. But yeah, I also hate the idea of us being apart. I dread the thought of us separating, but you do remember that I only have a three day pass and that I have to be back tomorrow morning." "Yeah I remember and that brings to mind a problem we have to talk about." Taking a deep breath he continued "Joseph, my lov, I don't want this to end here. I don't want it to last for just a few days," he confessed. "I know we only just met but, I want us to have more time together to talk and explore. Time to really become good friends. It may sound silly and trite but friendship between people in love is the basis of a long lasting relationship. I want to get to know you as a good friend as well as a lover. I hope you feel the same way. I just hope you share these feelings." "Rich I'm all mixed up right now, I don't know what I'm feeling much less what I want." The soldier stammered, "I'm confused and this 'thing' has thrown me for a loop. But one thing I cannot deny, I do have deep feelings for you and last night was something I will remember and carry in my mind and heart forever. Until this three day pass, I never had any thoughts about having sex with another man. Now it's all that I can think about. If this were to get back to the army, they would make it very rough for me." "I thought that things were changing and the army now takes a more humanistic view of homosexuality. After all this is the 21st century!" Richard protested. "The military must have at least entered into it. After all you are no longer fighting with bows and arrows. The rest of society is beginning to even recognize same sex marriages.... Surely it's not as bad as it used to be. They just don't discharge you for being gay in this day and age anymore. Or do they?" "No, they don't, but they can make my life a living hell." the soldier said softly. "And make me want to leave the army." "So you can leave the army, can't you? I'm sure you can find other employment." "Look, let's get one thing straight. I'm an 'Army Man', a soldier, a professional hired killer, a warrior!" Joseph proudly said, "I know it's not chic or fashionable to put it that way in today's world, but that's what I am and I'm rather good at it, too. This country and you hired me to protect your asses and that's what I do. I asked for it, volunteered. I get paid for it, not nearly enough, but I do get paid. Further more, I intend to use the army to continue my education so let's not hear any more talk of my leaving the service. This army is not the same army that your grandfather or even your father served in. They might have been draftees and as such were forced to serve and therefore retained the right to bitch and complain. I don't!" "Hey! Take it easy, I'm on your side." Richard protested. "I think I'm falling in love with you and I just want to get to know you, to find out what makes you tick. Look Joseph I have to confess that at first, I was just looking for a quick fuck. And it might have remained just a quick roll in the hay however, after yesterday and last night, I find that I want more than that. Much, much more." "And I'm trying to tell you that I can't promise you anything other than sex," a confused Joseph pleaded "I'm not even sure that I want that. It's all so new and scary. Can you live with that? Can you live with my confusion?" "For as long as it will take you to make up your mind and perhaps even longer. I do hope you grow to want more than just sex and that you do so sooner rather than later. However, make love with me now." Richard pleaded, "I need you and want you right now!" "How long do we have? Don't you have to get to work soon?" he asked Enfolding Joseph in his arms he whispered into his ear, "Its only 9 am and we don't have to be there before 1pm." Richard lighthearted continued, "That leaves plenty of time for my big strong professional killer man to fuck the shit out of me. We might even have time to have something eat also, but first SEX, SEX and more SEX." The two of them rolled around on the bed. First Joseph pined him down and then Richard struggled free. Arms grasping, legs entwined, kissing, nibbling and their bodies rubbing against each other. Finally Joseph, being in better physical condition found himself sitting astride Richard, his hard erection rubbing over the waiter's ass. But try as hard as he could Joseph was unable push his cock into his lover's ass. Using the tip of his finger, he pushed down experimentally, and still he could not gain entrance. Taking into account that Richard really wanted to be entered, he wondered why his ass muscles proved to be so tight. He was having one hell of a time and no matter how hard the soldier tried he could not gain entrance "Damn it, didn't you learn anything last night? You have to lube me and for God's sake please use a condom you idiot," Richard ordered. "Even a non virgin can be difficult to penetrate dry. A tube of KY and a condom are in the table drawer. Now prepare me, just like a caring lover should always do." "I'm sorry, take it easy on me. It's not like I do this everyday," he said reaching for the drawer and extracting a foil encased condom and the tube. "I hate rubbers! It's like fucking with galoshes on. Do we have to use them? It's not like your going to become 'with child'." "You bet your sweet ass we do!" Rich said, taking the foil package from him, ripping it open and unrolling the condom over his lover's hard seven-inch cock. "Pregnancy is not a factor here, but even if I was a woman it would only be one reason for condom use. Look we've just met. I really don't know you and you don't know me. Where and into whom has your love stick been? Where and with whom has my ass been? Two things I know; Number one---I do like you and respect you. Number two- Right now I'm 'clean' and I want to remain that way and if you care for me you will try to remain 'clean' also." He reached over to smooth the condom over Joseph's hard cock before turning over on his belly and pleaded, "Now my triumphant conqueror, lube my ass, talk dirty to and make rough love to me. Soldier, I'm your prisoner of war, your booty. Plunder me! Make me your slave!" Sporting a big, broad grin on his handsome face, the conquering soldier placed a glob of KY on Rick's rosebud and pushed one finger harder and harder until the digit parted the brown love hole. He found it fascinating that once past the ring he could actually feel the smoothness and heat of the love canal. He was able to move it in and out now with much more ease as he worked in the jelly. Rich's backside started to suck at his finger. He sank his finger in so far that the flat of his hand rested on the round firm ass globe. He could not nor did he want to resist the temptation to explore Rick's insides. And so finger number two and then three entered and he soon found himself finger fucking a moaning, gasping and ass grinding Richard. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please my lord and master. Have pity on your prisoner." Rich acting the part of a subservient defeated enemy pleaded and begged, "I don't know if I can take that big spear of yours." "Listen you son of a bitch, I'm going to rape that ass of yours till you scream bloody blue murder." Joseph yelled, as he kept thrusting as hard and deep as he could. "I'm claiming you as my personal fuck slave and I'm going to nail you to the bed with my cock." "No...Please don't." Richard gasped trying to add to the game they were acting out. "Enough of these preliminaries," Joseph said, getting into the swing of the fantasy and raising Rich's ass by inserting a pillow underneath him. "The time has come for you to take it like a man! You may have fought a good battle ----but you fucking well lost ---and now you belong to me. Your body and your soul.... Mine to use in any way I want. Spreading his victim's legs even farther apart and positioning himself between his captive's legs he squirted a little more KY over his condom-covered cock. Grabbing his weapon with one hand and guiding it to the center of the brown target, he pushed in. "Bull's eye!" he yelled as the first contact sent waves of pleasure through him and as his cock forced its way pass the ass ring. Once past that barrier a sense of power gripped him and he continued to push his manhood deep into his victim. His body was now covered with sweat. He had entered what felt like the kingdom of heaven. "OHHHHHHHH," he exclaimed, as his cock plowed deeper and deeper until his balls could feel the wet sensitive skin between Rich's balls and his ass. At first he started with short slow strokes, but soon found that he could not control himself. The feel of Rick's ass surrounding the delicate nerve endings around the head of his now lust filled cock head drove him faster and faster and deeper and deeper. Like a wild animal grunting and groaning, he pulled his hips back before thrusting them forcefully forward over and over again, as he became that victorious, conquering soldier, a savage. Richard was shocked at the ferocity of the attack. He had not expected it and soon found himself caught up in the fantasy. They had reached the spot where they could not and would not have stopped even if they had wanted. The entire outside world was off somewhere in a haze. The only sound heard was the slapping of body against body, as the two lovers became a world unto themselves. Riding the crest of an ever-building pleasure wave. The both wanted it to last forever, but that big orange ball of fire building in each ones brain overcame them as a tsunami and with one last drive into his lover's ass, Joseph exploded. Richard feeling the power, excitement and force of his captor's ejaculation screamed and exploded also. The two of them collapsed with Joseph hugging Richard slowly kissing his shoulders and sucking his earlobe into his mouth----his teeth nibbling on the soft flesh. "Wow! It sure looks like I won't be walking right for a while," Richard groaned. "Are you always so damn forceful and violent? I never had a partner get me so worked up. Hey I'm usually a top man, but I'll bottom for you anytime and still feel like I'm a man. This must be love. I'm really falling for you babe. It's not often that the student outdoes the teacher, but you sure are a fast learner." "I didn't think I was capable of that," the blushing soldier revealed. "Twenty four hours ago I was a 'normal' guy looking for a hot girl to bed. I don't know what came over me. It's really frightening, like someone or something just took over my mind and body. Rich, what's happening to me? Am I turning gay or have I been gay all along and never knew it?" Taking Joseph's hands in his, Richard whispered, "You are still normal, or whatever is considered to be normal. You know how fond I am of quoting lines from old movies; well here's another one for you. If I remember it right it was a movie with Charles Boyer and Jennifer Jones. The title slips my memory for the moment. Anyway she has this rather odd passion for plumbing and in those days women just were not plumbers. It was unheard of and not ladylike. She asks Charles if he thinks there is something wrong with her for wanting to be a plumber. He replies 'some people like to feed nuts to the squirrels -----others like to feed squirrels to the nuts'. So you see babe, you are just as normal today as you were yesterday. Love comes in all forms and types. Love is love - girl-boy, boy-boy or girl-girl. As long as it comes from the heart." With that he kissed Joseph's fingers and said, "Babe I have to get ready for work. Let's grab a shower and after work we can talk more. Just remember that what we did or may do from now on is done in love. I'm just getting so frustrated with the fact that you and I only have a short time together before you have to leave tomorrow. I wanted to spend every second making love to you. It's like I want to make sure you never forget me and the only way I can cement that picture of us together is to spend what little time we have left loving and fucking. That's why I'm so pissed off about having to go into work now. Are you coming to work with me?" "You're frustrated! What about me? Don't you think I would also like more 'Quality Time' with you? Look, we are just going to have to play it by ear." Then in an effort to lighten the situation he joked, "If you're sure I won't be in the way it might be fun to watch you work, otherwise I can stay here or just cruise the streets. Maybe I'll be able to pick up a dinner partner. Since I now know that some of the men might be smiling at me to pick me up, I just might respond." "You do that lover boy and I'll cut off your 'Joystick'. You belong to me and that's all there is to that!" he said pulling Joseph out of the bed. "Now let's get into that shower and if you beg me, I just might let you play the plumber and have you clean my pipes." The two men grabbed some towels and headed for the bathroom. Rich ran the shower and asked if the water was the right temperature. Joseph assured him that it was and commented that it was beginning to remind him of taking showers on base where there were always other men in the shower. "I was just getting used to the privacy here. Now it's community wash-up time again," he jested as he got into the shower followed by Richard. "It's small, but comfy. Oh! Watch that rod of yours, you almost porked my ass again." Grabbing washcloths and soap the two men cleansed each other. The washcloths were soon dropped and were replaces by soapy fingertips rubbing, touching and then their arms enfolding each other as they hugged and kissed under the running water. The water cascaded down over their bodies removing the soap, grime and all other evidence of past love making from their bodies, sending it down the drain, leaving a clean fresh intoxicating odor. The kiss ended with Joseph leaning against the tile wall, his legs slightly apart with one arm hanging down his side, the other raised behind his head. The image of Michelangelo's David flashed before Richard's eyes, as his mouth, lips and tongue kissed, sucked and licked along the wet, well-defined torso of his shower mate. He worked his way down and around the chest to his lower body. Kneeling there before the statue like modern day warrior, he ran his groping fingers over the thighs and ass of his lover. Unlike the marble statue, the skin of this fighter was smooth, warm and yielding. Rich's lips kissed, his teeth nibbled, and his hot tongue slowly licked its way down the now moaning body till finally reaching its erect penis. His lips opened and sucked the love stick into his hot mouth taking it to the root in one fast gulp. His mouth devouring the organ, his throat muscles squeeeeeeeeezzzzzing around the cock. Visions of the teat cup on one of the ex-farmer's milking machines flowed into Joseph's subconscious. Many times when milking cows he had fantasized about attaching one to his cock. Rich's throat now took that teat cup's place sucking Joseph's milk from his balls. Joseph moaned and almost collapsed as the water continued to wash over their bodies... Now it was Joseph's mind that filled with a vision of a statue. A statue, which depicted two men sharing their love for each other, one kneeling with his face buried in the crotch of the other. The upright man with his head thrown back, howling his head off like a banshee as he reached a fantastic climax. Yes, that would be what he would call it 'The Great Orgasm'. His orgasm burst upon him sending waves crashing through his body leaving him completely drained. No longer the vanquisher, he had become the vanquished. When, at last, finally able to catch his breath the weak kneaded warrior moaned, "Man that was fantastic, I feel so... so wonderful, I can't even express how I feel. Rich, I wish I could bring myself to do that to you." Tears formed in his eyes as he confessed, "I can't, and I just can not get my mind to accept having your cock or any cock in my mouth. I'm so sorry. Can you understand and forgive me?" Rising to his feet Richard said, "Honey, don't let it upset you. It's all in your mind. Some men never want to do it. I hope someday you will reach the point where you are comfortable with the act. For now, just your wanting to think about it is enough. There is plenty of time for that later. First you have to fully accept the fact that you are gay. I'm sure once you are comfortable with that thought, the rest will fall into line and into place. Hey, we better get going. We still have to eat." "We can grab something to eat at the cafe, can't we?" Joseph said getting out of the shower and drying himself off. "It won't be as elegant as yesterday's breakfast, but then I had better get my belly used to Army food again before I head on back." Richard looking downcast told him that he wanted to put the thought of him leaving out of his mind. "It's really weird, but I dread the thought of you going back to base and perhaps not seeing you again. Like I told you before I want to see you again. I don't want this to be the end of it." "I somehow think that you and I will be in each other's future and we will be together," Joseph patting Rich's ass said. "Somehow this was just meant to be. Things like this just don't come out of nowhere, out of the void." (To be continued) The Three Day Pass Ch. 04 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to acknowledge the assistance I received in preparing this story from a great writer named, Kai. Without him this work would have remained in my head and would not have been put onto paper. The errors are mine and mine alone. I would also like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. They arrived at the cafe about noon. The owner of the place was happy to see them and thanked them for coming in so early. "I don't know what I would have done if you had not shown up. We are still short some help." Then looking at Joseph he said, "Are you sure you can't give us a hand. Maybe just busing the tables. I'll pay you a few bucks and you can have a share of the gratuities as well. PLEASE!" "I told you on the phone that he is here as my guest and not kitchen help. If you want me to stay, you will not ask him again." Richard trying to control himself said. "First of all he has no experience working in a kitchen and I did not bring him here to wait on tables. "Take it easy. I hate to contradict you Rich but I do have some kitchen experience." Joseph said, "I've had to do my share of K.P. in the army. The only difference I can detect is that here it is not a punishment. " Then turning to the cafe owner he said, "Throw in lunch and it's a deal." "Not only lunch, but I'll even let you take home leftovers for diner." "It's a deal then. My name is Joseph, what's yours? Joseph reaching out to shake the owner's hand asked. "I'll need a uniform or something. Do you have an extra one for me? I don't want to stick out like a sore thumb." The owner looked Joseph up and down and rubbing his chin with his hand said, "I think we can rig up something that would show off your 'talents'. He's just about your size, Rich, take him in the locker room and see what you can find for him to wear. Whatever you guys want for lunch just go into the kitchen and help yourselves, mi casa, su casa or however they say it. Thank you again Joseph, by the way my name is Reinzi." After the owner left Rich turned to Joseph and asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this. Joseph assured him that it would at least keep him occupied and make the time go faster. They then went into the kitchen and made themselves something to eat. After they finished they went into the locker room and the two of them got into waiters uniforms. The cafe owner came in to check on their progress and to check on all the other help as well. He expressed his satisfaction and said, "You boys look real good. Just watch your asses and don't let the customers "goose" you. They can get a bit raunchy at times and I don't want any trays dropped." "Oh! Is it going to be one of those parties?" Richard queried. "Yes, most of the people here will be Gay. It's a twenty fifth partnership anniversary party." Reinzi told them, "And their friends are throwing them a surprise Silver Anniversary party. Can you imagine that? Twenty five years and they are still together?" "What's so unusual about that?" Richard said, "I know lots of couples that have been together that long. Some of them are even heterosexual. Although in this day and age, I will admit that among the younger 'Heteros', 25 days let alone 25 years is unusual." The owner walked out shaking his head, mumbling to himself something about what this world is coming to, then turned and said to his help, "OK guys, the plan, as I understand it, is that the guests should be arriving right about now. The guests of honor should show up about a half hour later. You will serve canapes until they get here. There is coffee and an open bar, so you can expect a lot of drinking. Let's get out there and get to work. Good luck guys." Joseph, Rich and the others each grabbed a tray of canapes off the kitchen table, went out into the festively decorated dining room and started serving the guests. The group was made up of mostly older men. Most were in their late 50s or 60s with a few younger men here and there. There were also a few women or what Joseph thought were women. The invited guests stood around talking, drinking, joking and just having a good time. One or two of the men tried to engage the waiters in conversation. Two or three of the men even asked Joseph if he would like to go for a drink later after the party. Joseph played it to the hilt and even told one persistent guy "I'll have to ask my boy friend if he would mind if I went with you." "If that handsome waiter over there is your boyfriend bring him along too. I'd love to do a three some." The guy winked. "I'll just have to remember to take my heart medication." The man then reached into his pocket, withdrew something and he placed it into Joseph's pants pocket. "I was just kidding about my heart, and as you can see I'm in very good shape for an old fart. Just in case you should change your mind there is my address and some cab fare." Joseph almost dropped the tray of food as the man playfully groped his crotch and whispered, "There's nothing I like better for a nightcap than a young cock and a hard ass to go with it." Not wanting to make a big deal of it Joseph moved away to serve the other guests. The drinking and socializing continued for about three fourths of an hour until someone hushed everyone, saying, "Hey, they are coming, quiet everyone!" As the guests of honor arrived they were greeted by shouts of "congratulations" and "surprise". The stunned couple had to be helped to their places at the head of the table. Joseph had meanwhile gone into the kitchen to get another tray of food. He stopped and reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card wrapped in a one hundred dollar bill. He was shocked and showed it to Richard. "Just one?" Rich said, "I already have had three. Remember when you asked how I could afford that apartment.... I told you about the tips... and you don't even have to get into the old guy's bed if you don't want to. At that age they are just happy to have you return their flirting." "You're kidding me, I'm going to give it back to him. I can't take his money. It just isn't right." "Go on try to return it! See what happens!" Richard smiled and hefting a tray of food, turned and went back out into the dinning room to serve the first course of the meal. Joseph loading up his tray followed him out. Once in the room he tried to find the gentleman who had given him the money, but was unable to spot him. Finally giving up he unloaded his tray and headed back to the kitchen where Richard was waiting for him. "What happened? Did he take it back?" Richard asked. "No, I could not find him. Do we have any time? I have to use the latrine." "Sure we have some time before the next course is served. I can cover for you if something comes up." Then he took Joseph aside and in a low voice asked him, "Are you Ok, I mean are you feeling well. Sometimes after sex you can strain yourself and bleed. I would not want anything to happen to you babe." "No! No! Everything is fine. I just have to take a leak. I thought the sex would be much more painful than it was. It was much better than I thought it would be. I can't wait to get out of here and pick up where we left off." Joseph said smiling as he headed for the bathroom. Once inside he, unzipped, stepped up to the urinal and unloaded a gusher. "When you get to be my age you're lucky if you can hit the back wall of the urinal. From the sound of it with that hose of yours you could almost fight a three alarm fire all by yourself." Joked the guy that had given Joseph the big tip as he exited from one of the booths. "My god! You shouldn't sneak up on a guy like that. You startled the heck out of me." Joseph said, shaking the last drops off his penis and stuffing it back into his pants. "I didn't know anyone was in here. Oh, by the way, I was looking for you before. I wanted to return the money you gave me. I don't think I will be able to take advantage of your offer. It's not right that I take your money under the circumstances. "Well what do you know? An honest guy. I like that in a young man. Bet you're not from around here. How old are you kid?" the man said looking Joseph up and down and running his tongue over his lips. "I was just 21, Sir, and you are right I'm from upstate." Joseph said as he went to the washbasin, lathered up his hands and face and rinsed himself off. He did not think it was important to tell the old man that he was in the military. "How old are you? You act like a stupid kid, throwing money around like that." "Fifty two and still going strong." The man answered, handing Joseph some paper towels. "And yes, young man. I do like to throw my money around. It's mine, I earned it and if I want to give it to a sexy young guy like you, that's my business. You never know, I might get lucky, but even if I don't it gives me a hard-on just to be able to think of the possibilities. When you get to be my age, just being able to have a conversation with a young stud like you is as good as sex." "Fifty two is not that old. I'll bet there is still plenty of fire in your belly yet. You sure don't look that old and if I were in the market for a mature man, you just might fill the bill. I'm not in that market right now, but if I were, you would make one hell of a good sugar daddy." Joseph said crumpling up the paper towel, heaving it into the wastebasket. He then reached into his rear pocket, took out the money and held it out for the man to take back. "No son, you hold on to it. I'm in the insurance business, but I love fishing. I like to cast my bait on the waters and see what kind of fish I can land. Sometimes I get lucky, but most times I get taken. This time I think I got lucky." He walked to the door, opened it, turned, put his fingers to his lips and blew a kiss to Joseph saying, "In case you come back to the 'Big Apple' and find yourself alone and want to go out for a good meal, a few drinks or perhaps a roll in the hay, I'm available. One never knows what the future holds. That boyfriend of yours might even be stupid enough to drop you. Keep the card and the money. Use it as your insurance policy." And with that he left the room and returned to the party. Joseph just stood there looking at the hundred dollar bill and the business card. Letting out a low whistle, he placed the card and money back into his pocket. He ran his comb through his close-cropped hair and then returned to the kitchen. He didn't say anything to Richard about the rest room meeting and they continued to serve the rest of the meal. During desert congratulatory speeches were made and many toasts were proposed to the happy couple. Some very nice things were said and then someone set up a stereo player and there was some dancing. Joseph could not get over seeing two men holding each other and dancing together in public. Richard had to pull him back into the kitchen and told him to stop staring. "What are you gawking at? What do you find so unusual? Don't you think Gay men like to dance together?" Richard asked him in an angry tone. "Damn it! Stop thinking of it as two men and visualize it as two lovers. Two lovers who just want to hold each other in an embrace while rocking in time to romantic music. Their bodies rubbing against each other the same as if it were a man and girl." "I know, but it's still too difficult for me to swallow all this in one bite." the soldier admitted. "Heck, I don't even really know how to dance. Ask me to milk a cow, gather eggs, plow a field, fire a rifle, or take out an enemy---I'm your man. But dancing is not my M.O.S." "What the hell is a M.O.S., Joseph?" "It means Military Occupational Specialty," he said. "Every soldier's primary job is to be an infantry man. Then on top of that he gets additional training in another field and that field is his M.O.S. like I said dancing is not one of my specialties." "I guess I'll just have to teach you how to do it later this evening when we are back home. Just you and I, private like, with the lights down low. Soft sweet romantic music filling the air as I whirl you around the coffee table." "More likely, me stomping on your toes as the both of us stumble all over each other." Joseph laughed and as the mental picture began to fade his face turned sad and in a serious tone he said, "I hate to spoil that picture of us, but if I'm to be back on base by noon tomorrow, I'm going to have to grab the early bus out at 0700 hours. That's 7 a.m. your time. I will have to be up and out by 0600 hours." "I'll set the alarm clock first thing when we get home. You wouldn't reconsider deserting or going A.W.O.L., would you?" the sad faced disappointed lover asked. "I could hide you under my bed during the day light hours and then under the covers at night. I bet that old fart who gave you that nice tip would be only to glad to help." "Richard! Don't be such an ass hole." he said slapping him on the backside. "He's old enough to be my father. As far as deserting, we have already discussed that. The Army is my career, at least for now. I have to finish my specialty training, which I start after I get back tomorrow. During which time I will have weekend passes and I hope to be able to spend them with you. Then when I'm finished I will have a long leave and then I will be sent overseas. So unless you throw me out, we will still have time for seeing each other. That is if you still want to go on with this." "Joseph, don't even think of me throwing you out. That will never happen! What's going to be your 'M.O.S.', or am I not allowed to ask that? "The army thinks I have some talent for languages," he said proudly. "I tested well in that field. So I'm going to be learning Arabic. Since there is a large Arabic speaking population in New Jersey, they have decided to train me there so that I can get some 'on the spot' experience as well. Just think about it Rich, I'm going to be able to make love to you in two languages. I even know how to say I love you in Arabic......I think its 'Ana Bahabek Kteer' or something like that." "And how do you say dear or darling?" "That's easy! It's 'Habibi' it really means, beloved." "Then, Ha-bi-bi, Ana Ba-ha-bek Kteer, means darling, I love you! Is that right?" Rich struggled with the sound of the tongue twisting words. God I'm speaking Arabic." "More like killing it," Joseph laughed, and then asked, "Habibi, when are we going to finish up here? I have something I want to do. If we have the time I think that on the way to the apartment would be a perfect opportunity. As long as I'm going to have all this extra money, there is something I would like to buy for you and I want to go shopping." "You don't have to do that." Rich protested. "Like I told you yesterday, you already have given me the greatest gift you could give and that is enough." "No, I want to get you something special to remember me by. Something that, when you look at it will bring back the memory of the wonderful time we spent together. A small token, something that you could wear or carry." Joseph thoughtfully said. "Oh that is so sweet." Richard grinned, "But only if we do this together. Let's pick out matching gifts, something that will bind us together, a symbol of our togetherness. Something that we could wear and that when we touched it... It would be like touching each other. Do you have any ideas?" "That is just the sort of thing I was trying to visualize. I had thought of perhaps a ring, but I don't like rings on my fingers or any jewelry that's too feminine. Besides, some people might ask questions that I'm not ready to answer, yet," he said scratching his G.I. haircut. "Hey, I have it!" Rich exclaimed. "How about matching neck chains? They are simple, yet they are symbolic and we can wear them all the time, even when we bathe. Then later on when you are out of the army and if we are still together, we could add some charms or a locket. A nice thick gold or silver chain to symbolize our being 'chained' together, what do you think?" "Chained together, yes, what a great thought." he said, "and it's not like I will be wearing jewelry, after all I do have to wear my dogtags. It's not that unusual for a guy to wear a chain, and no one will think twice seeing it about my neck. Many of the men in my company wear chains with crosses or other things hanging from them. That's a great idea! Fantastic! Let's do it." They worked till the end of the party and then collected their pay and their share of the gratuities. To Joseph it was the easiest money he had ever earned and after Richard had selected a nice take out diner for them to eat later, the two of them went looking for a gift shop. They strolled along the village streets hand in hand. There were many boutiques and gift shops on the way home. Almost every block had at least one. It was not long before they found a small shop that had the type of thing they were interested in purchasing. The old lady that ran it was only too happy to accommodate them. She displayed several heavy gold chains and the two lovers after discussing the merits of each, decide on one that they both liked. "We will take two of these and please wrap them separately, as gifts." Richard requested. Oh! And I thought you were buying them for each other." The storeowner said as she handed them to the cashier for payment and wrapping. "We are, but we want it to be a surprise and we want to see the others delight when we unwrap them later tonight at diner." Rich said. Each paid the cashier and took one of the packages. As they were leaving, Joseph jokingly said to Richard, "I say old man, I think you have my package and I have yours." "Yes old boy. I believe I do." He played along, they exchanged packages and as they exited the shop, they could see the storeowner smiling and shaking her head and saying to the cashier, "Lovers, they come in all shapes and sizes!!!!" After getting home, Richard placed the take out in the oven to warm up and made salad while Joseph set the table. Richard insisted that Joseph set the table with a tablecloth and cloth napkins and two candlesticks. When Joseph finished Rich stood looking at the table. "Hey something is missing." Richard observed. "Tell you what. Why don't you take a shower while I go out and see if I can get it. And I want to see you all washed and dressed in your class "A" uniform. This is going to be a 'formal' diner." "What's missing? Everything looks perfect to me," he questioned. "Never mine, just do it, my love." And with that he left the apartment. Joseph showered and shaved and got dressed in his uniform and was just coming out of the bathroom when he heard the key in the door. The door opened and in walked Rich his arms loaded down with a beautiful bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine. "Oh yes!" Joseph said as he relieved some of Rich's load. "You were right, that's the crowning touch to the entire evening." "Well almost, the crowning touch will come later. You look good enough to eat." he said leaning over and kissing his lips. "MMM and you smell divine. I love the smell of my aftershave on you. Brings out the animal in me. Grrrrrr. Oh! Before I forget, I also had this key made up for you. It's an extra key to this place. Keep it and use it when you come in on your next leave. The Three Day Pass Ch. 05 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to acknowledge the assistance I received in preparing this story from a great writer named, Kai. Without him this work would have remained in my head and would not have been put onto paper. The errors are mine and mine alone. I would also like to thank all of you that took the time to write and tell me how much you liked the story. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. * His eyes adjusted to the changing light as the bus left the darkness of the Lincoln tunnel and came into the bright sunlight of morning. Once again he was looking out the window at Manhattan, only this time he was staring at the receding skyline of the city. As he leaned back into the seat trying to get comfortable, his mind wandered and images of the past three days flooded his head. Three days ago, was it really only three days ago that all this started? Just three days since he had entered this city, with nothing more in mind then having a good time. A belated twenty first birthday celebration was all he had planed on. Perhaps to get a little drunk, pick up some cunt, have a ball, possibly even shack up and fuck the living shit out of her. But a woman was not what he wound up with. No instead of a woman he had shacked up with a GUY. Impossible but true! He was still in a state of shock. What a difference those three days had made. He could not believe what had happened and how he had changed in so short a time. What had happened to him?? Where did he go wrong, (if it was wrong)??? He closed his eyes and shook his head trying to clear the thoughts and pictures from his brain. But one thought kept returning over and over and over again. That thought was Richard or Rich, as he preferred to be called. Richard just filled his mind. Even the lingering smell of his aftershave triggered erotic sexual fantasies. Joseph's fingers reached under his shirt where they found and touched the heavy gold chain that Richard had placed there. He felt his cock getting harder and harder. Stop it, he kept telling himself. But, try as hard as he might, one indelible picture kept reappearing before his mind's eye. The picture of himself and Richard, dancing nude together last night after diner. The sound of the music filing his ears and the combined odor of that damn aftershave and their heated bodies... Closing his eyes he drifted off into a deep sleep only to be awakened by the bus driver, shouting, "Hey this is where you get off soldier boy." As quickly as he could he shook the sleep from his eyes, gathered his gear, stepped down from the bus and found himself at the base gate. After showing his orders to the MP in the guardhouse and asking directions, he was directed to a bus stop where he caught a base transport to the school compound. Being a new-comer on this base, he was still unsure where things were and how to get around. After telling the driver where he would like to get off he took a seat and looked at the passing scenery. While the driver had assured him he would notify him when to get off, it was still fun trying to guess before hand. He was looking for a familiar landmark, but the different company areas all looked alike. Finally, the driver called out "Language School" and he gathered his gear and got off. He still felt like a fish out of water, but that was to be expected. After a few wrong turns he finally recognized his barracks, went in and found his quarters. While unpacking his canvas travel bag, he noted that his roommate must have also returned from his pass. His bed was messed up, however he was not around. Joseph washed up and then reported into his company clerk. "Glad to see you made it back, safe and early yet." the company clerk greeted him. "Your roommate also checked in earlier. He went to the PX I think. If there anything you need to help you get settled, now would be a good time to ask." "Well corporal, you wouldn't happen to have a map of the area? I feel a bit lost and could use some directions or maps as to where things are located. You know, like the PX, the theater, mess hall, cleaners and the laundry." Joseph asked. The corporal pushed himself away from his desk, got up went to a filing cabinet, withdrew a few sheets of paper and handed them to Joseph. "This should tell you everything you need to know for now. Orientation is at 1000 hours tomorrow and you will be given additional information as well as your schedule then. Till then you are free to roam around the base, go to the PX or the base theater, they are showing a new movie there tonight. By the way, my name is Williams, Corporal John Williams. As you can see I'm the company clerk and if you need anything, Benson, just give me a holler. You look kind of tired and beat. Bet you had a hell of a time in the city?" "Yes, one hell of a fantastic time. New York is really a great town. Lots to see and do there. However, I know I missed a lot. I can't wait to go back again. What's the company leave policy like?" he asked. "Well if things go the way they usually go around here, after a week or two, you should be able to get a weekend pass almost every weekend. How do you think that girl you met in the "Big Apple" will like that?" Joseph smiled at the clerk. "How did you know I met someone?" "It's written all over your face! I could tell by the way you walked in here. I can always tell the ones that got laid. There is that self-satisfied look on their faces. And they look like they could use a full nights sleep. Did I guess right?" he asked. "You're batting 1000%, Williams. Maybe I'll settle in and take a rest before chow time. Thanks for the maps. See you later corporal," he said, and with that he walked out of the office and headed back to his quarters. Those quarters were shared with a black soldier from Atlanta, Georgia. Their room had the usual Government Issue furniture; two single beds, two OD green metal wall lockers, two OD green desks with chairs & lamps and the required and ever- present army footlockers. When he entered his room, his roommate, Private Ibrahim Smith was resting on his bed with his eyes closed. He appeared to be out like a light. Not wanting to disturb him, Joseph slipped onto his own bed and recalled their brief meeting before Joseph had headed to New York City and he had gone to a town in Jersey called Patterson. Ibrahim seemed to be a nice guy. He was taller than Joseph; about 6 foot 2 inches, with light brown skin. The light skin color and his rather handsome Caucasian features were most likely due to "mixed" blood. For an enlisted man he was well educated, having graduated High School and gone on to a community college in Georgia. He did well there in his studies, until a recession hit and dried up what little money he had put aside for his education. Unable to find the money or a part time job, he was forced to leave school. Ibrahim's family, like Joseph's, were farmers and just could not see their way clear to continue to help pay for his education. It was a shame, because he loved learning and was a good student. While there might have been scholarships, the recession had also dried up their ability to collect funds. The only other means of continuing his education turned out to be the army. They offered to enroll him in their ROTC program, but he was not really looking for a career as an Army officer. Besides he did not want to tie himself down for that long a time. As an enlisted man he could serve his time and save enough to continue his education without having to sign his life away. Who knew, in two or three years the economy was bound to get better and more part time jobs might be found. The army was glad to have him because he had something they needed badly. Ibrahim was a Muslim, having converted in High School. He had learned to read Arabic in order to convert, but he had never really learned to speak the language. Ibrahim was therefore perfect for a new method of language instruction with which the army was experimenting. Potential translators would be gathered together and totally submersed in the language and culture. There were two main components to this new method. 1. Creating an envioment where Arabic was used as the prime means of communication and restricting the use of English. 2. Grouping together novices and people with some knowledge of the language. By doing this it was hoped that they would play off each other and speed up the learning. So it was that by the luck of the draw Joseph found himself rooming with Ibrahim Smith, a black guy. Joseph, coming from a small town in upstate New York, had very little experience living and dealing with people of color. Except for seeing them on T.V., the movies, and having a few in his Basic Training unit, he knew nothing of colored people. He never really had the desire to get "close" to any of them. Well, --- thats not exactly the truth, he did have this vision of Halley Berry and himself in bed, but then that was just the sexual fantasy of many young sexually active guys after seeing the movie "Monster Ball". So, when Ibrahim and he were paired as roommates, he was a bit on edge. He expressed these feeling to Ibrahim, and told him that in spite of this he hoped that they would get to be kool with living together. "Well we have no choice. We are just going to have to adjust to this situation. Perhaps if we just forget about this race shit we might even get to like one and other. We can try to be easy with each other, we can even joke about it. Hey, remember that we are both human beings and bound to make mistakes... By the way," his handsome face breaking into a big smile and with an over stated southern acent said, "Y'all safe with me, white boy, I'ze a partial vegetarian, don't eat no pork, nor do I'za eat the other kind of 'white meat'. I won't eat you and to start with, you can even have my share of the pork in the mess." "If you're sure you are not just trying to fatten me because I'm so tough and if that includes the bacon you got a deal... I think we are going to get along just fine. Hey, as long as you are supposed to know some Arabic, how about you teach me a few words. You know like the ones I would need to pick up a belly dancer or two." Joseph asked. "You infidels! Belly dancing is an old respected art form like your ballet. But just to get us off on the right foot here are a few words like, 'I love you' and 'darling' that might help," his roommate taught him these. It was difficult getting Joseph's tongue to twist and turn in order to get the words out properly. There were sounds that did not appear in English. Frustrated at times, Ibrahim kept using one expression over and over. When Joseph asked him what it meant, he just lowered his eyes and said, "Never mind, this is Arabic 101 and that lesson is a bit too advanced for you." "Come on now. What does it mean and how do you say it?" "It's just a very rude curse expression, that unfortunately, may Allah forgive me, I use too often." he said. "I have to be careful not to use it around my mom. My mother, is still a Christian, and would kill me if she knew what it meant. It's 'Koos Emach'. Roughly it means, 'your mother's vagina'." "Well let's see now --- I love you ---darling,-- cunt-- and mother. I think that's enough for one day. As long as we getting some time off, how about you coming into the city with me and help me celebrate my birthday?" Joseph had asked him. "Thank you for the invitation, I would like to, but I have already made other arrangements. There is a large Muslim community in Paterson and I am looking forward to visiting a few of the Mosques there. You can come with me, but somehow I don't think a sober celebration was what you had in mind. Maybe some other time." And so each had gone their own way and now they had both returned exhausted. They lay on their cots and rested till it was time for chow call. After waking up and going to eat they went to the PX picked up a few last minute things and Joseph was able to make a phone call to Richard. They talked about little things for a while. Rich told him about his day and how much he missed Joseph. Joseph in turn related details about his day and they set a time to call each other every day. Joseph told him that it might be two weeks before he was able to get another pass. "Two weeks, that long?" he said dejectedly. "Two whole weeks, damn, can't I come and visit you on the weekend? There must be motels near the camp? If you were able to get away in the evening I could stay there and we could at least see each other for a few hours. Ask around; see what you can come up with. Two weeks will seam like a life time without you, baby." "I'll check it out and let you know." The soldier said, "But I wouldn't want you to spend all that money and we would have to be very careful not to be seen together as 'you know what'. I miss you too babe, but with my being in the army and all, we have to get used to being apart. After all, I will be going overseas someday soon and you won't be able to follow me there." "Don't remind me. That's why I want us to be together as much as we can while you are still here. I love you and want your warm body close to me." For close to half an hour the conversation continued along those lines. Each not wanting to break the connection. Just wanting to hear the voice of the other, afraid to let the other hang up. Finally, Ibrahim who was waiting outside knocked on the phone booth door and Joseph told Richard he had to get back to the barracks as it was getting late. They kissed good night and hung up. "Sorry about that. You know how it is when you get to talking and loose tract of the time." He said after getting out of the booth, "We better get back. We have a busy day tomorrow." "How is she?" Ibrahim asked as they walked back to their quarters. "I assume that was your girlfriend. No one talks that long on the phone except to the love of his life." "Well, what do you know? Besides being a scholar you're a detective and clairvoyant as well." Joseph smiled and said, "I hope you don't read minds also." "No I don't read minds, but I bet you are going to want another three day pass soon." he said as they entered the barracks to bed down for the night. The next day was fast paced. The orientation went well and the introductory classes were interesting. The culture classes were fascinating. The history of the Arab people and their near conquest of the entire Christian world made the head spin. Until now, Joseph had no idea that the majority of people on earth were Muslims and that at one time they had just about controlled all of Europe. Their empire had spread from the Middle East westward across North Africa to included all of Spain and part of southern France and spread East to China and north through most of southeastern Europe until Austria. They had been an enlightened people interested in science and poetry. He was also taught about several differences within Islam. Learning to read threw him for a loop. He had trouble, absorbing not only the different alphabet, but on top of that having to "read backwards". His eyes just kept wanting to to go to the upper left hand side of the page. Joseph was not the only one afflicted with in this problem. Most of the students had this problem. Most of them thought that it was silly, and the instructor had to point out that western languages were new to writing using an alphabet. Until they came in contact with the Semitic sea traders they had no written alphabet of their own. The Semitic alphabet was developed before the use of paper and pen. It was carved into stone and as most people are right handed, it was hard to carve the letters from left to right. Arabic being a Semitic language is still written the old Semetic way, right to left. When the Greeks and later the Romans adopted the Semitic alphabet they changed certain letters and after a while the direction of reading and writing. In fact as the instructor pointed out, old Greek at one time was writen starting in the upper right hand part of the page and going to left -- at the end of that line instead of going back to the right side and starting another line, it just moved down one line and continued to the right. After a while, with the introduction of clay tablets and stylists it became easier to write and read left to right. Anyway by the end of the day most of the students were in 'Culture shock' and had headaches. On top of all this--- there was plenty of homework to do. After school let out Joseph made a few inquiries and was told that he could leave the base at night as long as he gave them a telephone number where he could be reached in case they had an alert or other emergency. He just had to get a pass and be back by morning roll call at 0800 hours. The telephone number worried him until his next conversation with Richard later that evening when Rich suggested that he get a cell phone. "Look don't worry about it, I'll pick up one for you and bring it with me when I come to see you." he told him. "Besides it's a great idea for you to have one, this way we will be able to talk and leave messages for each other. Everything is going to work out fine." "Yes, but you can't call me when I'm in class, unless it's a real emergency." "That's one of the real beauties of this thing. You can turn off the ringer and use the caller ID to see who called and then return the call laterwhen you get a free moment. I could leave messages for you and you could do the same on my phone. I'll show you all about it when I see you," Richard said and added. "I could be up there Friday night and stay till Sunday." "That would be great, but I don't know if I could get off before noon Saturday. Friday nights are G.I. night. We have to scrub our quarters and stand Saturday morning inspection. After inspection we usually have time off till 0800 hours Monday morning. Rich, how are you going to be able to afford all this?" "No problem." It's going to work out perfectly. I love you and I want to be with you and damn it, it will workout because we will make it work out! Did you find out a nice Motel where I can stay?" "There is a motel not too far from the main gate," he told him and gave him all the information. "It's not a classy place but it is cheep and some of the guys I spoke to said it was clean. I can walk to the main gate from there easily and pick up the base transport in plenty of time to get back for morning roll call." "You know what?" Richard said, "I'm going to come down there by car. I can pick up my old Ford at my parent's house and drive down there early Saturday morning. I can check out the motel and then we can have lunch together. On Sunday we can take a drive in the country or maybe even go on a picnic or something." "Sounds like a plan. I didn't know you had a car. I had one before I went into the army. It was an old beat-up Ford also, but it got me from place to place- ----well, most of the time. No girl would even go out with you, if you didn't have wheels by age 16. Hell most of us were driving by 13." "Are you kidding?" Richard laughed, "It was the same with us. You can't live on Long Island without having a car. You need it to get to the Railroad Station. It's not like the city where everything is within walking distance or public transportation. Just about everyone drives there. Hell, even if you want to get a pack of condoms you have to drive." The Three Day Pass Ch. 06 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that took the time to write and tell me how much you liked the story. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. * "Now you can take me on the grand tour." Joseph said as he swung his feet off the bed and put on his boxers. "Where is this hot tub you wanted me to see? I could use a good bath. I must stink like a cheep street whore." "You smell divine to me and look good enough to eat. You're going to love this place. It has everything including 'The Kitchen Sink' plus a built in bar." Richard bragged as he took Joseph by the hand and dragged the near naked soldier from room to room showing him the amenities of the suite. "Very nice, but where is the hot tub? You said it was an 'in room Hot-Tub'." "That my luv, I saved for last." He said going over to the French doors, which he opened onto a roof garden patio. A pathway of field stones zigzagged through potted plants, tables, small trees and chase lounges to a raised redwood platform in the center of the patio. On top of the platform was the Hot tub. "One hot-tub as requested, sir." "You have got to be kidding! I'm not getting into that thing. Not out here in the open anyway." An embarrassed red-faced Joseph said. "And nude no less, right out in the open, you must be demented." "Love crazed, maybe but not demented. Look around, Babe, there is no one that can see us this high up. For miles around we are above everyone and everything. Just think how nice it will be to soak in the hot tub together, just the two of us, no one will see us. If you are so inhibited I'll tell you what, later tonight, just as the sun goes down, we can crawl into the tub in our boxers to start with and then remove them and do a little 'Moon Bathing'. Would that be better?" "Well if you're sure no one will see us...OK. Now lets go get something to eat. Sex makes me hungry and right now I'm starving and could eat a pound of raw meat." Joseph said then turned beet red when he realized how this must have sounded to Rich. "For that we don't have to dine out, I've got a nice slab of beef for you right here." Then seeing the blush on his lover's face added, "Or we could order in room service, they have a nice menu and the selection looks good. When I checked in I asked about places to eat and the front desk clerk recommended a nice Cafe not too far from here. Look, it's now three o'clock; we could go there and have an early dinner or late lunch. Then walk around town and see what there is to see. Perhaps we could pick up a bottle or two of wine. After that we can come back and spend the evening 'At home'. That way there would still be time for a few drinks and lots of Moon Bathing." "Great, but the food and drinks are on me. This whole thing must be coasting you a fortune," he said and then added, "Besides, while I can't match your family's resources I would still like to contribute something." "That's sweet! I do appreciate the offer and I will be more sensitive to your feelings in the future, however, this weekend is on my family. Daddy wouldn't have it any other way and for now he and mom want it that way." "Ok, but at least let me pay for the wine." "Well --- Ok --- but let's get going or we'll miss the chance to make love as the sun goes down." Richard said as he kissed Joseph and reached into his boxers, pulled out his cock and using it as a handle he piloted him into the bathroom. "Clean up time!" They got washed and dressed and drove to the Cafe. The room clerk had been right. The place was nice, clean and normally would have been crowded. But because it was neither lunchtime nor super hour, they were able to get a booth in a secluded part of the dinning room. They ordered food and Joseph asked Richard about his family and how things were going at work. "Funny you should ask about work. You remember the owner, Reinzi don't you? He keeps asking about you and said to tell you there was a job waiting on tables anytime you wanted it. Also there was a rather distinguish gent that has been in about 3 times this week asking for you. He wouldn't leave his name though, do you know who it could be?" Richard asked. "Bet that's Frank---Frank Gordon. You remember that nice old gentleman, the one that gave me his business card along with the hundred-dollar tip. I think I even still have the card somewhere in my wallet." Joseph laughed and pulled the business card out his wallet, and showed it to Richard and then started to rip it up. Richard stopping him said, "He just said he wanted to apologize for acting like jerk. He said it must have been the drinks. He wants to make it up to the two of us. Keep the card; just don't use it without me being there. Now, what's been going on here with you? Tell me everything!" Joseph placed the business card back in his wallet and started to tell him how hard school was, but also how much he really loved it and how after only a week he had learned to string a few words together and form simple thoughts. He had even begun to start thinking in Arabic. He also told him that what made it really interesting was not only learning the language, but also getting to learn about the people. Their meal came and between bites of food Joseph told him about the fascinating history and some of the customs of the Arab people and Muslims in general. "Is it true that they still have slaves and that they think nothing of having sex with men, women and little children?" Richard asked. "Yes that is unfortunately true. But hopefully, though I doubt it, all that is on the decline. To this day there is still a thriving slave trade, even in the most modern Muslim countries." Joseph said. "Most Muslims will deny it, but it still exists and may be even growing stronger with the use of the Internet. They even enslave some Muslims, although this is against the Koran and looked upon as "NOT" exactly the right thing to do. The infidel, preferably those with light skin and blond hair, both male and female, are another story. They are much sort after and highly priced, and the younger the better. Younger slaves, and especially the good-looking ones, can be broken in and trained to work as prostitutes in the many brothels. These have almost all replaced the Black and Oriental Slaves of past years. It appears that white meat is the choice of preference today. Homosexuality does not carry the same social stigma within their culture as it does here in the west. Then there is that well publicized concept that if you die while fighting the infidel you get a first class deluxe ticket to heaven and the Garden of Eden where you get your share of 40 virgins, male or female or a combination of both. This and other things are still preached, taught and believed today as religious dogma. Right out in the open, on any Friday, you can hear it preached from many Mosques." "In this day and age?" Richard said disdainfully. "Religion is supposed to teach love and equality." "Oh! How I wish that was true even in our western religions. How long ago was it that Christians thought nothing of killing non-Christians by the millions to say nothing of one Christian sect trying to kill off the other?" Joseph asked him. "Or for that matter even today here in our own democratic American paradise we read about and see 'Good Christians' beating up and killing homosexuals." "Or not permitting them to serve their country without fear of reprisals." Richard added as they ordered coffee and desert. "I guess we are all still barbarians at heart." "The only difference between Christians and Muslims, in this instance, is that, hopefully, we really know it's wrong and against God's law," Joseph said "The saving grace of Christianity is that, for the most part, we don't glorify or make heroes out of the killers nor do we pay them or their families a bonus for killing innocent civilians." After finishing lunch they left the cafe and strolled up and down the main streets of the town. They stopped at a wine shop, purchased a few bottles of White Chianti and then continued looking into shops and just enjoying the warm summer late afternoon and each other's company. With evening coming on rapidly they drove back to the hotel and rode the elevator up to the Penthouse Suite. While Joseph was busy chilling the bottles of wine, Richard went out onto the roof garden and readied the Hot Tub. "Hey babe! Better get your sweet ass out here or you're going to miss one hell of a sunset," Richard called "And bring out that wine." Joseph juggling the chilled wine, an ice bucket and two glasses came out onto the roof garden and was about to ask for a helping hand when he found Richard luxuriating in the bubbling tube. His clothes cast willy-nilly here and there all over the place. His pants draped over a bush, shirt over chase lounge. His stockings hung from a potted tree like it was Christmas and Santa was expected. It reminded Joseph of their second night together. "This makes it all worthwhile. Come pour us some of that 'Dago White' and join me in the tub." he said laying there completely nude with his arms outstretched along the rim and his legs opened wide apart for the whole world to gawk at. Floating atop the bubbling water, looking like it was a cork-fishing floater was the tip of his erect cut cock. "Come on in babe, you are going to love this. There's plenty of room for the two of us." Joseph poured two glasses of wine, handing one to Richard, set the other on the rim of the tub and placed the rest of the bottle in the wine bucket filled with ice, to keep it cold. Looking around at the setting sun and enjoying the sight he realized that, short of a helicopter with a group of tourists aboard, there was no way anyone could see them. So, slowly, he started a strip tease leaving on only his OD boxers. Then climbing up and standing on the redwood platform and looking down at Richard he lifted his wine glass in a mock toast, "To the nosy neighbors, get out your fucking telescopes and have a good look!" he drank the wine and threw the glass against the wall shattering it. "I saw that done once in a picture and always wanted to do that." he said as he then hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the boxers and slowly stripped off the last bit of clothing that concealed his young panther like body exposing his hard seven-inch erection. Then like some burlesque queen, waving and twirling his boxers around his head he let them fly. He did a few "bumps and grinds" and a few nude poses, while Richard whistled and cheered and applauded. Then he stepped down into the bubbling water and lay beside Richard. The warm water raised up to envelope their young bodies with the exception of their two cock heads. Now there were twin-fishing floats bobbing on top of the water. The two of them just relaxed and sighed and watched the sky as the sun started to set. The sky turned from light blue to darker blue with streaks and patches of yellow, gold, orange and flaming red. It began to look like an old "Paint by Number" picture. They watched in wondered as the first stars began to come out and darkness closed in upon them. As the moon came out and bathed them in it's silvery glow, they kissed and hugged each other. The night sky turned into a panorama of stars that danced before their eyes, making them both dizzy with wonder. "Rich, dear, tonight is really special. I never felt like this before. I want to do something to make it a night to remember." "It already is. Just being together here in each others arms is all the 'Special' I need or want." Taking another sip of wine from Richard's glass, Joseph protested, "Thank you for saying that, but I somehow have this overpowering need, this feeling, that I have to show and prove my love for you. Richard you have done everything to show me how you feel about me and you have held nothing back----- While I am still afraid.... afraid of everything." "Everything?" "Yes, everything. Afraid that we will be discovered- afraid to be seen holding your hand in public, to say nothing of putting my arm around you. The thought of possibly forgetting and having someone witness a secret touch or gesture or the slightest bit of mutual affection scares the shit out of me. Even when we are alone, just the two of us, there are things I can not get myself to say or do." "Like what? I thought we were always open with each other and that we could talk about anything." Richard said Gathering his courage, in a low whisper, it just poured out and he said, "Rich I want to suck your cock, but I don't know how and I'm afraid I'll bite it off or worse yet I may become sick and throw up all over you. I'm afraid that I might hate doing it or that I might love it also. Don't laugh!!! I want to learn to be a cock sucker. Not any cock sucker but one that would satisfy you as much as you satisfy me. Will you teach me? Can you teach me?" "WOW! That's a tall order. 'Cock sucking 101'. Let's see, I think I do remember reading a thesis or two on the subject once. Don't think it was in "Better Homes and Gardens". Must have been in some gay publication." Then in a serious voice he said, "In reality what it all boils down to and the best advice I can give you is to follow you instincts." "But my instincts might be wrong." "No, not if your basic desire is to give pleasure to your partner." Speaking as a teacher would he continued, "Mutual pleasure is the key. The first thing to do is get to know your partner's penis. Look at it. Fondle it. Yes, even worship it. Treat the entire genital area as one area. Some parts are more receptive and sensitive than others. It is your duty as a lover to find and stimulate these areas." "How do I do that?" "Take and hold your lover's cock and balls in the palm of your hand. Look at them and study them. Bring your lips to the base of his balls. Make love to them; lick them with your tongue. Run your lips up his shaft flitting your tongue tip in and out tickling the shaft. Use only the tip of your tongue to run up and down the underside of his cock. As you do this, you will soon learn his erotic zones. Many people think all they have do is to turn their mouths into a vacuum cleaner or a cunt hole. NOT TRUE. Mouth suction and bobbing of the head up and down alone will make him orgasm, but that's nothing more than another form of masturbation. Giving titillating pleasure is the real story behind being a great cock sucker. Just remember that, as a man, you know how you would like it. All you have to do to your partner is what you would want done to you. That is why they say that only gay men know how to give the best blow jobs." "But how do you make him blow his load, if not by suction?" Joseph queried. "The cock head is the answer. The cock head is the detonator of his Atomic bomb. Work on the head and the area around the cock head, both with the tongue and the lips. After a bit of experience you can even use your teeth to lightly scrape over the head. I've had a great blow job where the guy just blew air over the end of my cock. Work the end of the dick head with your tongue. Its not the suction that drags the cum out of the balls. It's the stimulation. Hell, by stimulation you can make him feel like his cum is coming, not from his balls but, from the tips of his toes." "You make it sound so easy... You won't laugh if I make a mistake." "Joseph, my dear, sweet, Joseph, I'll never ever laugh AT you; only WITH you." Richard said kissing and hugging him as he began to feel Joseph's fingers touch his balls, he moaned and said. "You know I think that's the first time you have done that to me and it feels so good. Yeahhhhh, that's the ticket. That's what I mean, don't be afraid I guarantee they won't break." Their lips touched and they kissed deeply while Joseph fondled his lover's balls and cock. He lowered his head to kiss, lick, suck and nibble on Richard's nipples while he continued to lightly run his fingers tips over his balls and cock. Gently he helped Richard raise his lower body to the top step of the hot bath thereby exposing his lover's sex to him. Joseph getting between the outstretched legs lowered his lips and mouth to his belly button and licked around it and probed it with the tip of his tongue. Richard threw his head back moaned and ran his fingers through Joseph's close-cropped hair. The short hairs tickling and sending electric like shocks through his fingers. Joseph, his eyes fastened on his lovers cock, studied it and for the first time was able to look at and see a cock other than his own. The nooks, the crannies, the bumps, the blue veins he had never observed before were there for him to see and explore with the tip his tongue. The smell and the hardness and yet the velvety softness of the cock excited him as his soft wet lips touched Richard's balls and he heard Richard gasped. The tip of his tongue shot out to touch the base of his fuck stick. And then following a blue vein the tip moved up the shaft to the corona. This is the most sensitive spot on the penis. Then ran his tongue tip around the cut mark of Rich's circumcised cock and over the cock head. Lapping up the leaking pre-cum that had collected there, Joseph found that it did not taste as bad as he had thought it would and so he opened his lips and took the hot, wet, red, angry head into his mouth. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS ohhhhhhh YESSSSSSSSS!" Richard shouted, "That's it. Damn it baby, I love it!" Joseph's lips closed around the head of his dick while his tongue kept licking over the cock head; he took the hard cock about 1 inch deeper into his mouth. He rolled up the corners of his tongue and ran his tongue along the underside of his lovers cock. His fingers continued to fondle Rick's balls. Then moving one finger over his sweet rosebud he pushed against the ring and entered his rectum. "Chrisssssssssssssssssssssst! Yeahhhhhhhh, I'm cummmmmmmmmmming" and with that Richard tried to pull Joseph's mouth off his cock, but the soldier would not let go of it. He continued to work his mouth slowly up and down as Richard pumped what seemed like gallons of cum into his mouth. Unable to hold more in his mouth he lifted his head and spit out most of it over the side of the tub and swallowed the rest. Richard grabbed his face, pulled it to him and kissed him hard, driving his tongue deep inside his mouth tasting and licking his own cum from the mouth and lips of his lover. "That was really the best blow job I ever had. It was NOT just a BJ, but a LOVE FEST with my cock. You graduate with honors my lov. With royal honors! You're going to be the best cock sucker in the world. Just make sure it's only my cock you suck or I'll cut off your balls and sell you to those Arab slavers you told me about." "You're kidding me! I spit it out. I spit out your love juice. I just could not swallow all of it. It came too fast and there was just so much of it ---- I could not take or hold it all." "It really doesn't matter if you could not swallow it all. That takes time to get used to being able to do that. For now if you want, just lick me clean and get used to it a little at a time. You did great and I was not kidding when I said you were THE very best I ever had." "Come on with all the men you have had, you must have had much better than that? You are just trying to make me feel good." Joseph smiled as he bent down and licked Richard clean. The Three Day Pass Ch. 07 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would also like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. * The first rays of the morning sun streaked across the dark sky and illuminated the naked bodies of the two lovers. Richard opened his eyes and felt Joseph's warm body spooned against him on the chaise lounge. "Good morning sleepy head. I think we better get inside, clean up and get dressed. The sun is almost up." Richard said prodding Joseph. "What would you like to do after breakfast?" "Sleep, sleep. Oh, how I need more sleep." Rubbing the sleep from his eyes and moving his face to Richard's he said, "But first I want a big kiss. Ouch! We both need to shave." "Even with your beard, there is something so nice about waking up next to you. Feeling your body pressing against mine, knowing that the hard rod pressing against me is all mine and that it wants me." Richard said as he kissed and hugged him. "Hey! I hate to spoil our fun but check out time is noon. After that we will have a few hours to kill because I don't need to be back in town till eight tonight." "What's doing at eight? Do you have another hot date?" "Nothing really, just a casting call for a bit part. I need time to get my car back to Long Island. Then I have to catch the train back to Manhattan. It's such a pain in the neck. Damn, I wish I could afford to keep the car with me in Manhattan, but it just costs too much to rent a garage and forget about leaving it on the street overnight. A car like that would not last more than a week before it wound up in some chop shop." Richard said as the two of them shaved and showered in the bathroom. "But it would be nice not to have to run all the way out there, pick up the car and then come down here. The only good part about that is, I get to see mom and dad more often." "You're not planning to come down here every weekend are you?" "I would love to, sweetheart, but I can't take that much time off from work. Besides I hope you will come up to the big city so we can spend time together and perhaps even go to visit my parents. Like I said they are dying to meet you. They even said we could room together in my old bedroom, providing, we don't make too much noise." Richard laughed. "That's their way of making a joke, babe, those walls are pretty solid and you can scream all you want and no one will help you." "Your parents sound 'A-OK' and I can't wait to meet them, but we are going to have to put it on hold for a while. I've been told that from now on the easy part of school is about to end. In a few weeks, when my Arabic is better, I will be going on trips into Paterson for a few days. They want us to spend time with Arab/Americans to get used to being among them and to soak up all the knowledge we can. "Are you sure that's such a good idea?" I don't want to see you abducted and placed in some cheep male bordello." Holding up one hand and counting off the reasons on the five fingers, he jokingly pointed out, "After all, one, you are blond. Two, you are an infidel. Three, you do have blue eyes. Four, you have a great body. And five, as of last night you are one hell of a cocksucker. So you be careful now!" "I'll be going with Ibrahim and we should be ok. Anyway, these are Americans and I'm sure the army has screened them...I hope!" Joseph said and blushing added, "Besides, look on the bright side, you never know one of them might be a young, good looking guy with dark eyes, silky black hair and nice full thick lips made for sucking my 'Zip'. (That's Arabic for cock.) Just my type, wouldn't you say? There is also the chance that we might even go to a Mid-Eastern Cafe to study the art of belly dancing. I would love to see that. Ibrahim says that they even have male belly dancers. I might take a few lessons. Just imagine me, with that hot sexy Arabic music playing, gyrating my hips, chest, ass and my cock before you some evening enticing you into bed." "I created a monster!!!" Richard said swatting Joseph's ass. "Just remember, you belong to me and I don't want to have to start a war to get you back, so you had better remember to keep that 'Zip' of yours behind your zipped up zipper." They finished dressing and went down to have breakfast in the hotel dinning room. They also ordered a take out lunch of cold fried chicken and Potato salad with sodas, which they packed into the car. After checking out they took a drive out into the countryside and found a secluded picnic area off the main road. Alongside a slow moving stream was a picnic table where they were able to set out their food. The birds were chirping in the trees and the sound of the running water added to the peacefulness of the day. They ate and talked about making arrangements for future visits. "Look," Joseph said. "You can't keep coming down here every week. First of all, like you said, you need the money, and weekends are when you make your biggest tips. And secondly, lets face it, there is not too much to see and do here in south Jersey." "Oh! I wouldn't say that, there's a lot to do here. Besides just being with you is enough. However, you are right about my having to earn money. There are few jobs where I can earn enough money to live like I do, without pedaling my ass." "How is the acting coming?" Joseph asked. "Any jobs around?" "Like I mentioned this morning just bit parts and maybe a modeling job or two. Don't be shocked if you see me in one of those underwear ads. My agent said he has something lined up for this week. I would love to land that. That's how some of Hollywood's biggest stars started out. The royalties from that type of work could pay for full time schooling." "I really don't know if I want to see your body plastered up all over the place." Joseph admitted. "But if it brings home the bacon, I guess I will have to get used to it." "HEY! That's what I do for a living!" Richard said. "You kill people and I pose near nude for a living. If I can live with your work---- you are going to have to adjust to mine." "Well I can learn to live with anything you come up with, but it would be nicer if you could be that P.O.W. that you were last week. It would give me a chance to practice my special interrogation techniques on you." "Ohhh yeahhhh," Richard said, as he placed both his hands on the top of his head. "I surrender and will be a good little captive. What do you want to know, Master?" Joseph looked around and checked to see if there was anyone around and seeing no one he said in the most authoritative voice he could muster, "Stand at attention when you talk to me, pig! I want to know what you have hidden in your pants. Do you have a pipe bomb or some other explosive device hidden there?" He got up and slowly circled around his quivering prey several times, finally stopping and standing behind Rich. Then he nudged Rich's feet apart and started his 'pat down' routine. Running his hands up and down his victims torso, under his arm pits, over his hips and down his legs. Finally returning to the crotch area where his fingers felt something hard and round almost like a pipe. "Yes! I thought so - this requires further investigation!" He ran his strong arms around the front of his captive's body pulling it up against his own chest while he ground his own crotch into Richard's ass. With one arm holding him tight, Joseph's other hand moved under the shirt and over his chest, nipples, and ribs then down to his belt buckle, which he opened. Unzipping and reaching into the pants and boxers, his fingertips fondled the semi-hard penis. "Just as I thought, you do have a concealed weapon hidden in there. One that could explode at any moment." His fingers probed around feeling the cock getting harder and harder. Joseph quickly spun him around and pushed him back up against the edge of the table causing his upper body to lay on the picnic table with his legs dangling over the edge. Kneeling between the out-stretched legs he lowered the pants and boxers down to expose the concealed weapon now dripping with pre-cum. As his tongue licked his lips, he opened his mouth and devoured the raging cock. Richard moaned and pumped the head of his cock deep into the throat. Joseph swallowed the cock, down to the root like an old pro. Richard reached and grabbed his ears, and holding them he 'face fucked' him. Richard's body soon stiffened and he shot ropes of cum down Joseph's throat. Drained dry Richard said, "Out here and in public no less." And until now I thought you were the shy one. Someone might see us." "You're right," he said, cleaning off the overflow and licking Richard's cock clean. "I'm glad that one of us has some brains. Some kid might come along or even a Cop. Fuck it all! If you were some slutty girl or a whore and you were giving me head there would be nothing wrong with it. 'G.I. Lucks Out. Caught with raven haired beauty his cock deep in her throat, in the woods' would be the headline and story if the newspapers even bothered to print it." "Yes, True but with two men it would be headline news. I can just see the headline in one of two ways! Either it would read 'Man Drugged and Deep throated by Sex Crazed soldier' or 'Soldier Deep Throats, In Deep Woods'." Both of then started to laugh till their eyes filled with tears. They moved away from each other and Richard got up, pulled his pants up and closed his fly. "I would love to satisfy you too, my lov, but it's getting late and I better be heading back to the city. I only wish I could stay longer but if I stay any longer...I'll never want to leave. What about next weekend do you think you will be able to come to the city and spend time with me? Maybe we can visit my family." "Rich, I'll have to let you know. Now that I have that cell phone I'll be able to call you and we will set up something." They cleaned up the picnic mess and Richard drove them back to town. "Hey let me off here. I can walk from here. It's only a few blocks to the main gate. We can say our good byes here, private like, away from the prying eyes." Richard pulled over to the curb, stopped the car and leaned over and kissed him. "I'll miss you like crazy." Joseph said when their lips parted, "Make sure you give me a call when you get home tonight...just so I know you made it with no problems. Good luck with the casting call and your underwear ad! I hope you get both jobs." Then he reached into the rear for his canvas bag and got out of the car. He watched as Richard pulled away and headed the Mustang for the interstate and home. Even though they spoke to each other two or three times a day, it wasn't next week or even two weeks later that he was finally able to find the time to see Richard again. Richard had gotten both the commercial ad and an understudy roll. That plus the fact that things at the school had started moving faster kept each of them busy. There were whole days now that Joseph had not used English. It became a game where no one paid any attention to you if you used English. Even after school Arabic was used as much as possible. Everyone started calling him Yusef, the Arabic version of Joseph. A time came when he did not answer to the name Joseph. He woke up one night startled to realize that he had even started to have dreams in that language. It was hard on every one and the class had dwindled by forty percent. Then the day trips started. Joseph loved the excursions into the Arabic speaking areas. Little by little the conversations and different accents became understandable. He particularly loved shopping in the many gift shops there. He purchased several items for Richard and himself there. He soon learned the art of how to bargain with the owners over every little item. He quickly realized that the asking price for something was just the starting price. He became a hard haggler and the owners loved the way he insisted on only doing it in Arabic. One Friday, Joseph and Ibrahim attended Mosque together and were invited to spend Friday with some of the congregation. A few of the people even tried to get Joseph to study about the Muslim religion. They would get into semi-heated discussions about Islam. One family even offered to adopt Joseph (as it turn out they had marriageable daughters).... It was then that Joseph learned about the custom of 'The Bride Price'. The discussion took place after Friday prayer services in the spacious and richly decorated home of the father. He was not only a revered religious leader but a community leader as well. All the men sat around a large coffee table set with cups of steaming coffee, sweets and fresh fruit. The wife and eldest daughter served them, and then retired to a small alcove where they sat behind ornate latticework shyly looking out and following the discussion and bargaining. The girl, who was nineteen and a half, was still unspoken for. By that age most Arab girls have long since been 'contracted for'. The father, being rich thought that he must find the very best match for her possible and so had turned away scores of eligible young men. So many had been turned away that the men had soon stopped asking and went elsewhere. Because of his inability to choose her husband, his beautiful daughter was fast approaching the point where it would be hard to make a desirable union. Joseph entered into the bargaining with gusto. Even for someone not versed in the finer points of the language he found himself able to participate in the delicate negotiations and was enjoying the whole spectacle. "No, as much as I would love to marry your beautiful daughter, right now it is impossible. I can't take on a wife at this time, not till I get out of the Army." Joseph told the father. "What would happen to her if I got killed or if I was sent to some god forsaken place? We might not see each other for years. Besides on my army pay I could not afford the Bride Price that such a beauty deserves." "I have not even told you the price yet. That is something we can talk about and try to come to some mutual accommodation." Placing his hand on the rear of Joseph's neck and pulling his ear to his lips he whispered. "Besides she is getting on in years and I would like to see her married to a nice young, good looking, strong man like you. Once she reaches 25, her ability to produce many sons will diminish and we will have to give her away to some old man. God knows what he would use her for. Even though she is only a woman, she is still my daughter and I would not like to see that happen. I think you and I could make some sort of deal." Then lowering his hand to Joseph's leg he playfully squeezed Joseph's inner thigh and continued, "With you as her husband I would not have to worry, you look like you would take good care of her... I might not even demand much "Bride Money", because you bring something that not one of our people can offer in this union." "What is that?" Joseph inquired placing his hand over the father's and gently preventing him from moving it up his leg to his crotch. "American citizenship and my having a handsome blond son with the bluest eyes I have ever seen and someone that will give me many grandsons is a big down payment on the 'Bride Money'," The father said with lust in his eyes while his fingers continued to rub and squeeze Joseph's leg. "Ahhhha, but with the American citizenship would come freedom for her. She might not want to stay with me," Joseph added and then in an effort to gracefully get away from the man's probing fingers he asked, "May I hear what she has to say in all this?" "You may, but what she may or may not say will have nothing to do with what she will do... She is my daughter and will obey me until you become her husband, then like a good Moslem wife, she will obey her husband!" Then he saw the man make that gesture that Moslems make when they start to pray. Lifting his hands in front of himself with the palms up and smiling broadly as if he was trying to hide nothing from Joseph or Allah, he said. "Go.... I give you permission to talk to her. Besides her great beauty, you will find that she knows English much better than I do." Joseph looked over at the pretty girl with her long black hair, long lashes and her dark eyes turned downward looking at the floor and asked, "What do you think of all this? Is it your wish to marry at this time? Do you want me to 'buy' you and take you to my bed?" He got up and started to walk over to her. "It is as my father says and I will do what my father wants," she answered in Arabic with her eyes still downcast. Then lifting her eyes to look at Joseph she continued in English. "I would not mind getting to know you better; you know like going out on a few dates, but my fathers wishes are commands and I will do what he thinks is best for me. You look like a very kind, understanding and patient young man with a good heart and I most likely could not do any better on my own or among my own people." Then lowering her eyes she whispered, "I would hope that you would treat me well and not beat me too hard as most of our men beat their wives." Joseph standing in front of her reached out and ran the tips of his fingers over her face and lifted her chin so that her big black eyes were visible to him and her ruby red lips slowly parted into a shy smile showing her bright white teeth. "If I ever raised anything but my voice to you, you would have my permission to leave me. Habibi. Has anyone ever told you that you looked like a little lamb?" He asked as she broke into a big smile. "Before I went into the Army, I was a farmer. My parents still have this small farm in upstate New York. Do you think you would like living on a farm someday?" "I was raised in cities, I don't know anything of farms or farm work, but I could learn---- If you would teach me." She said her eyes looking deep into Joseph's and then diverting back down to the floor. Joseph's bright blue eyes roved from the tips of her gold painted toes, slowly up her slim figure taking in what appeared to be a hint of two full breasts under the dark modest dress she was wearing, to the olive color of her face and skin, took her hand in his and said, "I would love for us to get to know each other better. You find favor before my eyes, my lamb. Would you care to explore the possibility of a union with me? Perhaps to 'Date' and see what happens? But I must tell you right out that I am not prepared to take on a wife at this time." She looked into his eyes and her answer became apparent as her face broke out into a big smile. Joseph turned to the father and said, "Along with the 'Bride Price' of American citizenship I demand something from you... That this girl and I be allowed to get to know each other before the BOTH of us decide what we wish to do. In America both men and women make their own choices. I am honored that you want to give her to me, but we do not give or take human beings here. We make our own minds up. Sometimes we make the wrong decisions... but they are ours to make." Ibrahim, who was nervously watching and listening to the conversation, smiled and tried to smooth out the feelings of the people involved. "Your honor, he really means no disrespect," he said to the father. "He is not a Muslim. He is an outsider and therefore does not know our customs, please do not be offended." The Three Day Pass Ch. 08 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story. Keep the letters coming. * "Are you going out of your mind? How could you ever agree to do something like that?" Richard screamed at the top of his voice. "You're pulling my leg! You have got to be joking. Ibrahim is right; they are going to cut your throat. No! No! I won't have you shacking up with some Arab bitch, even if it is for 'God and Country'. We are one you and I, or at least I thought we were." It was late at night and they were sitting in Richard's old bedroom out on the Island. "Can you keep it down? I don't want your mom and dad to hear or know about any of this, yet." Joseph whispered, placing his fingers over Richard's mouth. "Just listen and keep an open mind. This may turn out to be the answer to our problems. We will be able to see each other more often then we do now and since I will work in the Metro area, I will not have to go overseas. I can serve out my duty time stateside and be with you." "Yes I see that, and that part is great, but what about HER?" "To tell you the truth - I don't know." Joseph admitted. "I'm not going to lie to you. From what I was able to gather, she is very charming, but you know I love you and she is just a means of getting to be with you more often. It is just like agent Barns said, some men fight for their country with a gun at their shoulder ---your gun is between your legs." "If I asked you not to do this..." "Don't, please don't ask it and stop worrying it will be OK." Joseph begged. "But what if I were to insist! If I were to tell you that it was either give this thing up or give me up. Make a choice! What would you do?" Richard asked. "In that case my love-----I would have to give it up. I would not do this without your blessing, Rich, darling, you mean too much to me now." Richard grabbed Joseph in his arms and kissed him hard. His mind going over every thing his lover had told him. He told himself that Joseph could have done this without even telling him. What would I have known? We just see each other on some weekends. He could have kept all of this to himself and just lived a double life, but he chose to confide in me and not hide anything. After all it's not that he loves another man.... If I don't agree to this I might loose him. And I don't want that. It was then that Richard made his decision. "Joseph I love you and only want you to be safe and happy. I trust you enough to know that you went over this and examined it from every possible angle and that you think you can pull it off." He said. "I'm still leery of it, but at least I'll have you within arms reach and not have to worry about you going overseas and being blown up on some street corner in some distant hell hole. My biggest worry has been that you would be killed and your body shipped back and that I would never know it. They only notify your next of kin, not your lover." "You need not have worried about that, my love, I have had you listed as my next of kin along with my adopted parents. So they will notify you as well in any event." Joseph had thought of this from every possible angle. After the conversation on Monday with Agent Barns, he had called the New York office of the FBI, Tuesday and was told that Barns was legitimate and that he worked out of Newark. He then called the Philadelphia office to double check and was told the same thing, that Barns was a certified agent and they were aware and supported what he was doing. Joseph then called the Newark office and was immediately directed to Agent Barns's office where an appointment was setup to meet on Wednesday at 2 P.M. Everything was cleared with his C.O. and Agent Barns sent a car to pick him up. At 2 P.M. he was ushered into Barns's office where he was introduced to two other men. One of them was a Mr. Philip Jackson who was Barns's supervisor. The other man was Mr. Steward Cook, the director of the north Jersey area office. After the initial greetings they got down to business. Joseph lost track of the time as the four of them talked for hours until about 6 p.m. when they sent out for dinner and moved the meeting to a conference room in order to eat and continue to discuss the situation. The four of them sat most of the time, except when the discussion got hot and then one or two of them paced back and forth. They tried to go over every possible problem. For one solid hour they discussed the pros and cons of Joseph leaving the Army and coming to work for the FBI. It was finally decided that this would be too risky and might raise the 'Red Flag' in some quarters. For now he would continue at the school. After graduation they could and would arrange for him to be posted to the School, where he would be carried as a part time instructor on detached duty to study Arab Culture. As an instructor, if he needed a car and an off base apartment it would appear normal for him to have these. His appointment to the position would also 'appear normal' as it was expected that he would graduate as one of the top students. The continuing need for teachers of Arabic almost guaranteed that he be retained at the school, where he could train others and not waist his talent overseas. The main sore point and bone of contention, turned out to be the amount of control needed to 'handle' him. They discussed how closely they wanted to monitor him. He pointed out that his need for freedom of movement was vital to gaining the needed information. He insisted that he was not to be bugged or monitored in any way. He would report anything that he heard to them either in person, after setting up a meeting or if need be by phone. He would call Barns every day and by use of a catch phrase inform him if he was ok or if he had run into trouble by not using it. Above all the girl was not to be followed or interfered with. His romance with her was to be private. Again Joseph stressed that the father would be a problem. "You are going to have to deal with that as best you can," said one of the bosses. "You know what you have to do. We are all grown ups here and we know it is part of the culture." "Whose culture?" Joseph asked. "Arab or American?" "Arab culture you idiot." Philip said thinking that Joseph was fooling around. "I didn't know that Jay Edgar Hover was an Arab." Joseph offered. "Touche! Now that's very funny. However, I'm sure Joseph will rise to the occasion." Barns smiled and changed the subject. "Are you going to need a car?" "I think so. Yes! I will need one. Something fast and fancy." Joseph said, his mind toying with the idea of a fast sports car. "Don't get any fancy ideas. You'll have to settle for something less conspicuous, like a second hand car with a good engine that's in passable condition. These people are not fools! You show up, out of the blue, with a new car and someone is going to add one and one and come up with two. We would not want them to smell a rat would we?" "OK, I see your point. Can't blame a guy for trying? When is this going to start? Joseph asked. "I think you should start as soon as you can set up a "date". At least give her a call and arrange a visit --you know - to break the ice." Said one of the bosses. "That's not the way it's done. Everything must go through the father. This Monday I will call the father and arrange a meeting with him. I have to formally ask his permission, perhaps negotiate and set up the "ground rules". He said. "Why wait till Monday?" they asked. "Sorry but I had already planned a trip to Long Island this weekend to visit a friend and his family." He said. "And besides I need time to get adjusted to this new situation." "Ahhhh. Who is this friend and can they be trusted?" "First of all, that's none of your business!" he started to say, but was stopped by the questioner. "Everything you do, and everyone you associate with from now on - is our business. We are not going to let you run around like a loose cannon. We will control your every movement." Before Joseph could protest, Barns raised his objection... "No Philip, not this time. It is not going to be that kind of operation. We have never ever had the chance to get anyone, this close into that community. No Arab, let alone a 100 percent American, has ever penetrated as deeply as Joseph has. The reason for this is that we strangle our informers and yes, even our own agents to such an extent that they cannot function. I want Joseph to be free to do what he wants, even to the point of being completely irresponsible. Just like a 'normal' sex driven young American GI who just happened to fall into this situation. It was that behavior that got him into this situation to begin with and to change it now would tip them off and place him in more danger. He's my operative and that's the way I see it going down." "Thank you, Bill, I really have no objection to your knowing who these people are - you just have to promise not to hassle them." Joseph stated. "Philip, I think Bill is right on this one. It makes sense, and since I am the one that will have to report to the director... that's how it will be. Joseph you will report in to Bill and I expect reports every week or if you get something important bring it to me directly. The both of you will be careful - I don't want this messed up. Philip, lets leave them alone to work out their plan of action. Results are what I want. Until now we have not had much luck with the usual methods. Let's see what this 'fucking method' can do. If nothing else, we can chalk it off to having provided entertainment to one of our service personnel, before we ship him overseas." He said, getting up and walking over to Joseph extending his hand to him and wishing him and Bill 'Good Hunting'. After leaving Bill's office a little after 10:30 pm, Joseph placed two calls. The first was to Richard to set up the upcoming weekend visit. Joseph had agreed to the visit after Richard had assured him that both his mother and father had been told that Joseph's homosexuality was to be kept a secret because of the Army. Once he was out of the service it could come out into the open. Richard was happy to hear that Joseph had finally decided that this weekend was going to be his first visit. He assured Joseph not to get anxious or nervous about meeting them. He rattled on and on about how much they would all like each other. "Hey, are you sure that you are not the nervous one here. I think you are going to have kittens over this." He jested. "Right you are! I just want it to go smoothly for the sake of all of us." "It will, babe! Look I have to make another call before it gets too late--- Talk to you tomorrow. Love you, sleep well byeeeeeeeee." His next call was to Fazzi Muhammad, the father of Kasemah the lovely girl he had found so appealing. He punched in his number and waited for the phone to be answered. "Hello, this is the Muhammad residence, how can I help you?" Answered a heavily accented male voice." "This is Joseph Benson. I know it's late, but is Mr. Muhammad at home? I would like to speak with him." "Nobody just calls to speak to him like this, not at this hour. What is it that you wish to talk to him about, perhaps I can help you?" "I think not --- It is about his daughter --- If you just tell him my name --- Joseph Benson, I'm sure he will want to come to the phone." After a few seconds, "Yussef, 'Kyf Halk,' how are you? A voice asked. "Fazzi here. It is so nice to hear your voice - at last. I was beginning to wonder what had happened to you. Did you forget about us?" "A thousand apologies to you, your family and your daughter. What can I tell you? I have been working so hard that I have had very little time to myself. However both you and your daughter have not been far from my thoughts. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" "But of cause I forgive you. When one is young and how you Americans say it, hot, like you--- OHHHHh youth is so wasted on young people." He said trying to sound like a modern man. "But tell me, when are we going to see you again? Both my daughter and I have looked forward to your coming to call." Thinking quickly, Joseph responded, "I would have contacted you earlier, but I have no easy way of coming to Paterson. It is such a hassle to have to go into New York first and then take a bus to Paterson. With the bus schedules so uncoordinated I think it would be faster if I walked there from here. I have been looking around for a cheep car to buy. Once I have a car I will be able to drive up there almost everyday after work. Then I can really get to know you and your family and court your lovely daughter the way she should be courted. As much as I would like it to be sooner it looks like that will take a week or two." And then in a saddened voice added, "Maybe the weekend after this coming one." "Is transportation the only problem you have?" "Well aside from a visit to relatives of a friend on Long Island this weekend, I have no other commitments." Joseph told him. "What time do you finish school during the week?" "I'm off from 1600 hours till 0900 hours the next morning, why do you ask?" "Well let's see, -- from your base it takes about an hour and half to get to Paterson by car, is that right?" "Yes I should think so." Joseph informed him. "I was just thinking," he said. "I can send a car and driver down there to pick you up and bring you back here. You can have dinner with my family and me and we can have our "talk" and then perhaps you could visit with Kasemah. You can spend the night in our Guest house and the driver will drop you at the base in the morning. How does that sound, Yussef?" "That's most kind of you - are you sure it would be no trouble or a problem. "None whatever, only too glad to do it. I would however suggest one thing. You pack the clothes that you will need for class on Tuesday morning. That way you will be ready and able to go right to class. I know how rough teachers can be with late students. Mine used to take a strap to my backside." "Well here in the army I would most likely draw a kitchen police detail for punishment. However, that suggestion of yours sounds wonderful, and should save my backside! How does this Monday evening sound? Will that be good with you?" Joseph inquired. "Yes that is good, Monday night it is then. Give me all the directions about where to pick you up and I'll make all the arrangements tomorrow." Fazzi said. After giving him the information and making sure he had it right, Joseph said, "One thing more. Would you permit me to speak to your daughter now? I would like to reassure her that I have not forgotten her or her beautiful eyes. They have been in all my dreams." "I'm sure she would love to hear that, but it is past her bedtime and she is preparing for bed now. I will convey your message and I'm sure she misses seeing your blue eyes, perhaps even as much as I do. 'Mesaa El Kair' good evening Yussef, Till Monday then. Saturday afternoon, after barracks inspection, Joseph had taken a bus into the city where he met Richard and the two of them had taken a train to the Long Island home of Richard's parents. They had been so nice and accommodating. His father had started a Bar-b-Cue and was cooking all kinds of goodies. His mother busied herself making them drinks while they sat on the back porch deck enjoying the cool September day. Rich and Joseph were sitting in the porch swing holding hands and rocking back and forth, looking out at the clean white sand of the shoreline. His mother handed them each a Seven and Seven and they all became comfortable with each other. Richard told his parents how they had met; naturally leaving out some of the details, and Joseph answered their questions. Once more he and Rich stressed the importance of keeping their private lives secret. Richard's parents assured both of them that as far as anyone else was concerned, Richard and Joseph were just good friends. After eating, they decided to go for a walk on the beach to watch the sun go down. Joseph insisted that Richard's mom and dad join them. Leaving their shoes behind, barefooted, the four of them walked for what seamed like hours enjoying the cool sand filtering through their toes as they playfully splashed each other and dodged the water lapping up on the beach. About 11 p.m. Richard Senior took his wife back to the house leaving the two lovers alone on the beach. "They are really great people. I love them. They made me feel like I was their son." Joseph whispered to his lover as they headed back toward the house. "We better get to bed also, but first I have some news to tell you. It might even cause our first real fight." "It will keep till we are in bed. If we are ever going to have a fight I want it to be in bed. That way we can make-up by having hot wild sex afterward." He jested. And so it was after they were alone sitting in Richard's old bedroom that Joseph told him about his trip into Paterson. Rich, at first was angry, confused and hurt, but after ranting and raving a bit, he came to accept the situation and to see the possibilities. "Now that we have had our 'fight', is it time for the making-up part yet?" Richard asked. "You bet your sweet ass it is," Joseph said as he reached out and pulled Richard to himself kissing him deeply. His hands roamed over the body of his lover as his lips followed his fingers. Kissing and licking and taking little love bites. Both of them were gasping and moaning. "God you taste wonderful. I could feed on you 24/7. That 'Old Spice' cologne of yours drives me wild. Grrrrrr. You know that for a long time after that first weekend we spent together, every time I thought of you, that odor flooded back into my brain." "Glad you like it baby, I wore it just for you. Are you feeling horny?" Richard asked, as he started to remove Joseph's clothes, piece by piece. He knew the answer already because his fingers brushed against Joseph's cock, which was as hard as, steel and was already leaking precum. Richard's fingers became covered with the nectar that covered Joseph's cock head and he placed his fingers against Joseph's lips. Joseph sucked them in, licking the precious fluid off of them. Then Richard took a taste for himself, smearing the stickiness around his own lips and then pressing them against Joseph's. Joseph ran his tongue over Richard's lips and let his own pre-cum scented saliva flow into Richard's eager mouth. Richard took Joseph's hands in his and guided him toward the bed. Joseph, lying down naked on the bed pulled a pillow under his ass, drew his legs up and spread them wide. "Take me baby," he whispered. "Oh Babe, I love you so much," Richard whispered to him and striping himself naked he reached into the night table drawer, and removed the lube and condoms he had stored there. Joseph taking two condoms placed one quickly on his own cock and then very slowly and seductively unrolled the other onto Richard's hard cock. Richard taking the lube applied some to his condom covered fuck stick. Lifting Joseph's legs onto his own shoulders he positioned his body so that his cock was pressing against Joseph's waiting pulsating man pussy. Joseph shuddered as he slowly became fully impaled. He felt Richard's cock move steadily but slowly into him until he could feel the weight of his lover's hairy balls on his ass. "Aawww. Oh, baby," he groaned, reaching up and running his fingers through Richard's chest hair, searching out and finding the hardened nipples that erupted like mountain peaks above a dark forest. He touched them, lightly scratching them with his nails, then ran the tips of his fingers around the nipples circling them. Richard shuttered and moaned as Joseph pinched and grabbed the hard, erect points at the same moment as he squeezed Richard's hard cock with the muscles of his ass. Richard gave a shuddering moan and began to 'long dick' his partner slowly. The Three Day Pass Ch. 09 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. "It's a bit cool out tonight. Do you think you are going to need a sweater?" Joseph asked her. "I have one in the hall closet. How about you? Are you going to be warm enough?" "As long as you stay close to me I'll be fine" Joseph grinned. Joseph opened the door and they both walked out onto the porch. "It's a beautiful night tonight. Just look at that moon. It's so low and so bright almost orange." She said. "We call that a harvest moon." he said as he placed his arm around her shoulder and they continued down the pathway together. "There is a gazebo at the end of this pathway where I think we can have some privacy. It is hidden from the house by the twisting roadway." She said and directed him down the twisting and turning gravel walkway till they came to the wooden structure. It was one of those latticework octagonal shaped affairs covered with vines. The entrance way was the only thing that was not covered with flowers or vines. Anyone sitting inside it was almost assured privacy. The two of them entered and Joseph took out his handkerchief and covered the wooden bench before he directed Kassie to sit down. He sat beside her his arm over her shoulder holding her close to him. "My mother wants to know if your people came from France, She thinks you have French blood in you." "French blood? What makes her think that? It might be possible but I really don't know much about my family history. My mother died when I was born and my real father gave me up for adoption right away." Joseph told her. "Well my mother said that she remembers her mother telling her stories of the French officers when they ruled Lebanon. They were very big hand kissers. Your kissing my hand reminded her of the stories." "Oh so your family is Lebanese?" "Well, yes and no. Mother was a Lebanese Christian. In the mid 1980's Syria took over all of Lebanon and my Father was a Syrian army officer sent into the country to restore law and order. He met my mother; they got married and had me. My father convinced her to become a Moslem and things were OK for a while. " She said. "Then Syrian influence in Lebanon began to wane and my father lost his favored status. He became disenchanted with the government and moved our family to the United States to try to improve out lives." "It sure looks like Fazzi Muhammad has done very well for himself." Joseph said as he moved closer to her. "I admire you and your family. It is not an easy thing to pick up and start life all over again. Not only that but he has become the epitome of the 'Rags to Riches' stories that we all read about. With all the hardships and bad times he must have had he remains a very generous man, much too generous. I really can't accept that car offer from him." "Oh please do! Do it for my sake," she said as she lowered her voice. "If you take the car then you can give me lessons and I will be able to get a drivers license. My father will not hear of women driving--- but if you were to teach me --- he would have to accept it, after all he would not have any choice once I am your wife." "What makes you think that I, as your husband, would approve of your driving?" "Because you are not cruel and you would not want me to be kept locked up in a Harem. You are kind and not old fashioned like most of my father's friends." "Well I would not want to go against your father, but I could never refuse anything reasonable you ask of me. Your dark lovely eyes just melt my heart." He said pulling her closer to him and running his fingers up and down her sweater-covered arm. She shivered at his touch. "Oh! Perhaps am I being too quick for you." "No, I like the feel of your hands on me. It's just that I have to tell you something." She stammered. "I have never had a man this close to me. Our worlds, yours and mine, just happened to cross for some reason. You are a man of the world and must have been with many women. Most American girls by my age have had much more sexual experience then I have had. My father says that American men do not demand a virgin bride. Among us the purity of the bride is important. The Groom's family will sometimes demand that proof of her virginity be presented on her wedding night to the husband's relatives. "Yes I have heard of that custom and if need be, there are ways to fake it, but we are not near that stage yet." "What stage are we in Yussef?" Taking her in his arms and gently lifting her face to his he brought his lips to hers and kissed her. He said. "We are courting. It is an experimental stage where we will do many things that will help us to get to know each other. When the time is right, we will know what to do and when to do it. No need to rush." He kissed her again this time running the tip of his tongue over her lips trying to gain entrance to her closed mouth. Her lips finally parted and he softly pushed his tongue around and over her teeth and finally she let him into her mouth. His hands pressed against the back of her head, pulling her face closer to him as their kiss deepened and deepened. His tongue seeking hers. It darted in and out and found and touched hers lightly. It roamed over the inside of her mouth exploring ever nook and cranny. His mouth covered hers as her body melted into his. Her fingers pressed on the rear of his head and neck pulling him closer to her. Her tongue started to play with his and as he withdrew his tongue, hers followed his into his mouth and he began to suck on her tongue. Then they broke the kiss. "MMmmm" she said, "I could get to like this experimentation. And you said you were not French. That was a French kiss was it not?" she sighed, then they both laughed. Joseph had her bring her legs up on the bench and lie with her head cradled in his arms against his chest. He continued to kiss her and ran one hand up and down her arm and lightly over her breast. Then he lowered her head so that it lay in his lap. "What is that that I feel?" she whispered as she felt Joseph's growing hardness. "That, my Lamb, just happens to be my body showing you how much it wants you.' Joseph explained. "Didn't anyone ever tell you about men and their needs and sex?" "You mean about your "Zip" and my "Koos? Yes they did. After my father and you came to terms, that Friday afternoon, my mother was directed by him to instruct me in the ways of the marriage bed. But it is one thing to talk about it in an academic way and another to feel your hardness. Except on animals, I have never even seen a real one, much less felt it. I must be a real disappointment to you." "OH no, no my lamb, you are what every man dreams of having... a pure young women. Someone with which to share what little knowledge he has. There is no need to try to discover it all in one night. Besides there is much that I too must learn and also that which we will have to learn together." "Oh! So much to learn and I want to do it all tonight, but, it's getting late, we better get back," She said. "Daddy will be waiting. Will we have lots of time together?" "Yes Kassie, my lamb, lots of time. We will have years together." He said as they got up and made their way back to the house. They reached the front door and stopped one more time to kiss and hold each other. "Good night, Kassie." Joseph said looking down into her dark eyes. "Mesaa El Kair, good evening, Habibi." She replied and opened the front door and went in. After checking herself in the hall mirror she took Joseph into the television room where Fazzi lay sleeping on the sofa. "He was exhausted." Her mother said in a whisper. "I'll have to show you the way and make sure you are comfortable. Then I'll come back and put my husband to bed." Leading Joseph outside she asked, "Did you two have a nice visit?" "Yes a very nice visit, but I was looking forward to again thanking both you and your husband for your wonderful hospitality. Now how will I know what kind of arrangements he has planned for tomorrow night?" "I shall tell him to make the same arrangements as tonight." She said as they walked to the garage. She unlocked the side entrance door and they entered a small vestibule containing a door leading to the garage and a set of steps that went up to the apartment. They walked up the stairs to the apartment door and she unlocked it. She turned on the lights and showed him where everything was and then gave him a set of keys. "Here these are yours. We want you to have a set of keys. This is your home, should you choose to make it so. Now tell me how did your first meeting with my daughter go? Was she all you hoped for?" "Your daughter is wonderful. I think I am falling in love with her. But then who would not? You and your husband did a wonderful job bringing her up. I love her innocence. That is hard to find in American women. I will treasure that and respect that." She took his hand in hers and lifted it to her cheek. "You do not know how much that means to me Yussef. Sleep well and may Allah watch over you always. Then before leaving she made sure he knew how to set the alarm clock. Joseph bolted the door got ready for bed quickly, turned out the lights and then called Barns to report in. He left a message that that he would call during lunch tomorrow and then went to bed. Back at the house, after they finally got him up, Fazzi was furious with his wife and daughter for not having awakened him. "You both know it is my duty as a host to see that our guest is made comfortable!" "But you were sleeping and besides I did it in your place and Yussef understood that you were tired and commanded us not to wake you. He said he was very impressed with our daughter and that he was falling in love with her and that he respects the way in which we raised our daughter. He said he planed to be here again tomorrow. Now don't be such an idiot and be thankful that everything went so well. I like this boy and I think he will be good to and for Kassie." "Yes he is very nice, good looking and his head is on right. Allah is great and wonderful to have sent us such a prize in this land of infidels. We were lucky to have found him. Perhaps it is His wish to bless us this way." The next morning at 0630 hours there was a light knock on the door and as Joseph opened it he saw the driver waiting for him. "Good morning Sir are you ready?" "Yes, I just have to rinse out this cup and I'll be right with you." "There is no need to do that, sir, or to make your bed up or do any housework. In an Arab house the women do those things. Mr. Muhammad also is fortunate enough to have maids to do that too, sir. As long as you are here they will clean up the apartment before noon. Just leave everything alone and throw your washcloths and towels into the bathtub, the maid will take care of everything. They will also do your laundry for you. You can bring it from the base. Your stuff will come back clean, starched, mended and pressed." He said, as he took Joseph's overnight bag from him and then they went down and got into the car. As they pulled away from the house he told Joseph, "Mr. Muhammad left a message for you to tell you how sorry he was that he fell asleep last night and was not able to fulfill his host obligations. He also said to tell you that I would again pick you up at the usual time tonight. If there is any change in your plans you are to give him a call. Here is the cell number you are to use." Joseph took the number and entered it into his cell phone log. He then leaned back and slept as the limo made excellent time back to the base arriving in plenty of time for class. During lunch Joseph called Barns and reported what had happened the night before. Bill was delighted that things had gone so well and he became really excited about the fact that Muhammad might be looking to invest some money with Worthington's company. He wanted to know how Joseph knew the man. "You remember I told you I was going to visit some people this past weekend. Well that was Worthington. His son and I are friends and I was invited out to meet his family. His dad, mom and I got to be really friendly and when he found out I was studying Arabic in the army, he offered me a stockbroker job when I got out. Anyway when Fazzi found out I knew him, he said he and some of his friends had some money to invest and would love to have someone of Worthington's stature handle it---- so... I told him that I would try to contact Mr. Worthington and arrange the account." Bill then suggested a meeting between Joseph, the Wall Street mogul and himself. "I could lend the authority of the US government to this and protect Worthington from "Money Laundering" charges --- if that's what it turns out to be. Anyway it will be interesting to see just where and how much money Muhammad has." "He must have plenty, by the looks of the house, servants and the car that he is looking to buy for me." "WHAT! What was that about a car?" Barns screamed. "Just sort of a little pre-engagement, pre-graduation gift." Joseph told him and then related how it had all come about. "They also offered me the use of the apartment over the garage, if I wanted it. I could use it to observe who comes and who goes." "Just be careful. This is going too well. And when that happens, I get worried. Something always goes wrong. Whatever you do - don't screw it up. I just can't believe our luck." Barns said. "Could it be that the man is just what he says he is; a father looking for a son and also a little male companionship on the side?" The soldier asked. "Careful Joseph, be very careful, this man and for all we know the entire family including the daughter, is dangerous. I did not give you all the information we have on him." Barns said, speaking slowly to add emphasis, "What originally got us interested in Fazzi Muhammad was his connection to Syria. He was and most likely still is a Syrian intelligence officer. They are and can be very rough, brutal and above all, they are NOT stupid. They would not think twice about killing you if they found out you were an agent. Do you remember what they did to our CIA agent in Lebanon and to that poor Marine Corps Officer they hung, what was his name? Oh yeah Col. William Higgins and he didn't even work for us. Do you still want to go on with this? It's not too late to pull out even now." Joseph thought awhile, then said, "Hell no! Just when the fun is beginning? Not on you life! I'll call Worthington and arrange a meeting for this weekend, most likely this Sunday after lunch, at his home on the Island. Can you make it? If you can, I think it would be better if we took the whole family into our confidence. I think they can be trusted. Boy this is getting exciting." "If Worthington can't be trusted, I don't know who could. I'll make a full report and consult with Mr. Cook on this. I want this on paper and in the files. Meantime you arrange the meeting. I'll be there, just let me know the time and place. Next he called Richard Worthington Sr. and told him he would like to speak to him about a business deal and asked if he and his wife would again be willing to have Rich and him as guests over the weekend? There might also be an extra visitor coming for a few hours on Sunday. When the man pressed him for details, Joseph told him it was all hush-hush and that he would inform him of all the details when he saw him on Saturday. Joseph then called Rich and arranged to see him that weekend. He was delighted and somewhat surprised when Joseph asked if they could spend the weekend on Long Island and that he wanted to talk to his father and mother again. When Richard pressed him for the reason, he told him that he might have some business for his father. "I know you must have questions but they will all be answered. I'll call again and let you know when I will be in. I have to get back to class now. I have a lot to tell you, babe. See you Saturday, I love you." He then called back Bill and told him to meet them at the Worthington house at about 2PM Sunday afternoon. Right after his last class Joseph rushed back to the barracks, picked up his overnight pass and changed into his "Class A" uniform. He packed his fatigues and a civilian shirt and jacket, just in case he should need it. He hopped the bus to the main gate and got out looking for the Limo...It was not to be seen. A few minutes later a white BMW convertible pulled up across the street and a familiar voice called out "Yussef" over here. He walked over to the car and to his shock Fazzi was sitting behind the wheel with a big broad grin on his face. "Get in Yussef, I hope you don't mind but I decided to pick you up today myself. I had to come down and apologize in person for not seeing you off last night." He said as Joseph opened the door and put his bag in the rear and then slid down next to Fazzi. "I also had a few things that I wanted to discuss in private with you." As he pulled the car away from the curb and headed for the interstate he continued, "MMmmm I'm glad to see that you took my suggestion and choose to wear your uniform. There is something about a man in uniform that sets my blood afire. Did I ever tell you that I was in the Army also?" "No you never mentioned it, but I thought so all along and Kassie mentioned it to me last night. Army men have that look about them. It is not necessary for you to apologize about last night. There have been many times that I have fallen asleep after a hard days work." Joseph said. "This is some car, it looks brand new. Did you just get it?" "You really like this car?" he asked. "It is new. It was delivered just 2 hours ago and I wanted to try it out. Would you like me to stop and put the top down for you?" "No, it's a bit windy and cold for that now." He said running his fingers over the dashboard. "It's one hell of a machine. A man could really enjoy owning this." Fazzie, no longer able to contain himself, chuckling burst out with, "I was hoping you would like it - it is yours! I purchased it for you this morning." 'Mine, you are kidding. I don't know what to say." He said flabbergasted. "Just say YES. You better say yes because Kassie and I spent all morning shopping for it. She picked it out and you do not want to disappoint her... Do you?" "BUT A BMW! I never expected anything like this. I really shouldn't." He stammered. "I can't take it. This is way too much. How can I ever repay you?" "You can start repaying me by accepting my gifts without fighting me." He said as he reached over and placed his hand on Joseph's crotch and playfully squeezed it. This is only the beginning of the many gifts I intend to shower you with, my son." Joseph leaned over and kissed Fazzi's cheek and said, "Shokran, thank you, father!" then added. "Ya rab, please god, may I be worthy of your gifts to me." "Yussef, don't worry, you will be. I am sure of that." He said as he again squeezed and rubbed Joseph's groin. Joseph placed his hand on Fazzi's hand and lifted it away from his crotch and said, "Urhhhh Please keep both your hands on the wheel. Let's not play around in "MY" new car --- It would look bad if we got stopped by the Police or wound up in an accident." Fazzi moaning said, "You are right. Perhaps later you will be pleased to show me your gratitude in a more appropriate manner." The Three Day Pass Ch. 10 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story. Keep the letters coming. * "Damn it, Fazzi, you scared the shit out of me!" Leaning against the wall and trying to regain his composure, Joseph gasped, "What the hell are you doing here hiding in the dark?" "Waiting for you to come home," said Fazzi, as he reached for Joseph and kept him from slumping down. He put an arm around him, supported him and led him up the steps. Stopping at the door to the apartment he asked Joseph, "I hope you are going to invite me in?" "Hell it's your apartment, you're welcome to come in, but it is late and I have to get up early in order to get to class on time." "I know, but I will not stay too long. I was anxious to find out how you liked the car and if you and Kassie had a good time tonight." "The car is beautiful. Your daughter and I had a very nice time this evening and we hope to do it again and often," he said, finally regaining his composure. "Good I am happy to hear that," replied Fazzi. "Now that that is taken care of, there is that unfinished business we had to cut short in the garage this afternoon. We should really settle that." He smiled and ran his fingertips over the soldier's face caressing his chin and running his thumb over his lips. "Open the door, Yussef, invite me in and let us have a drink." "Sure, you can come in, but I have nothing but a few cans of beer," Joseph said, fumbling with the key in the door lock. "I had the maid put a bottle of cognac in your refrigerator. I would have preferred a bottle of fine French wine, but cognac was all I had on hand. A glass or two will help seal our 'arrangement', do you not think so?" "I thought that Muslims did not drink the hard stuff." "You have got to be kidding. You should know better than that. I have found that one of the benefits of being exposed to your Western culture has been learning about the 'Happy Hour'. A great number of us Arabs have developed a taste for the fermented grape, as well as many other types of forbidden fruit. Besides not all Muslims are religious," he continued with a crooked smile on his lips, "Contrary to what most people think, there are some of us that do not subscribe to the concept of waiting to get into heaven before we sample the delights of this life. In that way we are just as normal as you Christians. So, here on earth, we have learned to enjoy life and the many perversions that it has to offer. Like a great many people we have learned not to 'wash our dirty laundry in public' as you Americans say." Joseph opened the door and the two of them entered the dark apartment. Fazzi switched on the small night-light over the stove and then closed and dead bolted the door. The Arab turned, and in the dim light, took Joseph in his arms and kissed him on the lips. The weight of Fazzi's body crushed the soldier against the kitchen counter as he ground his crotch into the young man. "Let us be frank about this. Yussef, you know that you drive me crazy and I want you," he said, as his strong hands roamed all over Joseph. "Come let us really seal our arrangement." "Fazzi, I told you that I'm unskilled in this sort of thing. I feel awkward. I don't know what to do or how to do it," he lied. "I'm afraid that I will not be able to rise to your expectations. You will be disappointed in me." "Hardly, Yussef, my love," he said, as the Arab's fingers reached for Joseph's crotch, encircling and caressing the soldier's hardening cock through the cloth. "See, your body is telling you what to do. Obey it. Enjoy the feeling. Surrender to me. Before, in the garage, we agreed that we would take it slow and careful. I know you are afraid, but have no fear; I have a lot of experience. I will teach you and guide you. We will take it one step at a time. I promise you this: we will stop anytime you say. I assure you, that at any point that I feel you are not comfortable with this---I will stop. Truthfully I would like you to submit your body and your soul to me, totally without any reservations. If you do not feel you can give them to me, I will be disappointed, but I will understand. Perhaps you will change your mind in time. If kissing, hugging, soft petting and exploring our sexuality---with our naked bodies rubbing together are all you can offer me now ... I will not force you any further. I will not go further than that until we both agree that it is what we want. You are in control here. After all, I hope you will be my son, and I want to be able to see my grandchildren. If you became angry with me, you would have the right to forbid me from seeing them. Come, let us have that drink now." Reaching into the cabinet, getting two glasses and placing them on the table Fazzi said, "You get the cognac from the refrigerator and pour us drinks." "I really don't like cognac. Is it OK if I drink some beer? I have some in here also," Joseph replied, as he reached into the small refrigerator. "Sure you can drink whatever you want---anything that you prefer. Myself, I cannot stand either the taste or smell of beer." Taking the bottle of cognac from Joseph, he poured himself a drink, raised his glass in a toast and said, "Here is to us, you, Kasemah and me." Joseph, looking at the beer can, put it back down on the table and without opening it said, "You know Fazzi, I think I just might try that cognac. Why not, since this is going to be a night for new experiences?" Joseph took the bottle, filled the empty glass, raised it to Fazzi's and they clinked glasses. "To us and our very nice 'arrangement'. To you, Kassie and me, may we enjoy our lives together." The soldier took a healthy amount of the burning fluid into his mouth. Almost immediately, Joseph felt a bright glow that warmed up his body and dulled his mind. Not wanting to have Fazzi think that he was a child and unable able to hold his liquor, the soldier refilled his glass again. Fazzi sipped his drink and looked on in astonishment as Joseph downed yet another cognac. Oh the young, he thought, as he reached out and poured another drink for Joseph. If he thinks that having a few drinks will ease the pain of our sex --- so be it. The two of them had another drink and Joseph began to really feel the fiery liquid getting the better of him. The next shot went down the wrong way and Joseph started to choke and sputter. Between coughs, he somehow got out the sentence, "Maybe ... the prophet ... was wise to forbid ... drinking this stuff?" Jumping up, Fazzi ran to get Joseph a glass of water. "Here take this---drink it slowly. Cognac is supposed to be sipped, not gulped like a pig at the trough," he said, as he loosened Joseph's tie, opened his collar and rubbed his back as he fed him sips of water. "That's enough with the water," said Joseph. "Thank you." As soon as Joseph stopped gagging, Fazzi put the glass down on the table. He continued to kneel by Joseph's side while rubbing his back with one hand. After a while, using his other hand, Fazzi slowly undid the buttons on Joseph's shirt one by one. When his fingers reached into the open shirt, he discovered that the soldier did not have on an undershirt. Breathing heavily, Fazzi ran his fingers over Joseph's bare chest. His fingers touched the soldier's nipples and he scraped his fingernails over them. Fazzi continued to tease them until the nubs became erect and hard. Joseph's breathing became deep and labored, expanding his chest, as he became aroused and excited. "Yes, oh Yes," moaned Joseph. Fazzi smiled as he realized that Joseph was at last responding to his touch. He knew now that he really had the soldier, and that it was only a matter of time before he would make Joseph his sex toy, if not his slave. Moving his lips to Joseph's, he placed them lightly upon the soldier's. He teased them until they pursed and demanded more. Fazzi ran the tip of his tongue between Joseph's lips and then sucked on his lower lip, pulling it away from his teeth. His fingers continued their exploration of the soldier's naked chest causing him gasp. Seizing the opportunity, Fazzi rammed his hot, probing tongue into the mouth of his nearly helpless victim. His fingers reached for and loosened the soldier's brass belt buckle. With the dexterity of a man twenty years younger, Fazzi undid the top button, slowly unzipped the fly and reached in to fondle the rapidly expanding cock of the weakening young soldier. Reaching into the opening of Joseph's underpants, his fingers found and caressed his wiry pubic hair. Twirling his fingers through the hair and along the hardening rod, the Arab gasped when he realized how big and long it was. The heat coming from Joseph's penis almost burned Fazzi's fingertips. Young cock, he sighed, as he lowered his lips to Joseph's chest, captured a nipple and teased it with his teeth. Taking the tit between his teeth, he took little nibbles and slobbered it with his tongue. His fingers moved up and down the shaft and then slipped down to hold the balls of the now moaning soldier. "MMM, you have big, juicy testicles and your penis, I can not recall ever having seen such a large uncut penis," he said, as he again ran his fingertips over Joseph's foreskin. "You know we do not get to see many uncut cocks in my part of the world. They are almost unheard of. You would be very sought after there. Many of my people in places of power and wealth have paid a king's ransom for a lover such as you." "Yes, I have heard of such things going on, but I thought they were just stories," Joseph said. "Another bit of dirty laundry not done in public..." Quickly changing the subject, Fazzi said, "Yussef, do you remember when we were sitting in the car together, you said that you thought you were getting the best of the deal? You were wrong 'habibi'. It is the Muhammad family that is getting the better of the deal. Kassie is going to love this cock in her tight pussy --- forcing her hymen to rupture, making her a woman and me a grandfather many times over. I bet she screams and gives you the ride of your young life, perhaps even better than the one I could give you. As for myself, I am getting both a lover and a son out of this deal." His fingers continued to stroke the hard shaft slowly, working the foreskin back and forth over the enraged purple cock-head --- trying to bring the soldier to the brink, but always stopping short of the abyss. Fazzi's goal was not to have Joseph cum --- at least not yet. No, he wanted to drive him crazy with desire. He knew that if he could do that---this hunk would beg him to fuck him. He withdrew his pre-cum coated fingers from the shaft, brought them to his lips and tasted the sweet smelling liquid. Placing his mouth over Joseph's, he ran his cum-laden tongue deep into the excited mouth of his now sex-crazed victim, forcing him to taste his own cum. "Come, 'habibi', let us get more comfortable. You must be feeling so confined in that uniform. It clings to your hot body like the skin of a ripe fruit. I am going to remove it, one layer at a time, to uncover the sweet fruit hidden beneath. Then I will suck on your balls that are like two sweet, ripe figs --- waiting to fill my hot, wet mouth. Rising to his feet, he lifted the unsteady soldier and half carried him into the bedroom. Placing him on the bed, the impassioned Arab removed the shoes and socks of his young lover. He paid particular attention to the feet and toes, bathing each with his saliva and sucking on the toes. Then he quickly moved on to the soldier's upper body, removing his tie and shirt. He delighted in exposing the muscular chest and broad shoulders of the warrior. With each bit of clothing he removed, Fazzi's fingers caressed the exposed light skin. His lips, tongue and fingers tasted and savored every inch of newly uncovered treasure. The pants and underpants were last to go, exposing the entire young body to his leering eyes and his hot demanding mouth. Joseph lay there looking like some ancient Greek god. Well maybe not a god, but, rather like an offering to the gods. That was just as Fazzi viewed it. As he gazed upon the prize that lay spread out before him, it reminded him of a human sacrifice bound upon the alter of lust. God, I am really in love with him, he thought. The Arab started to undress himself quickly, throwing his clothes into the corner of the room and then sat down alongside Joseph. His fingers reached out for the dog tags and the gold chain that hung around Joseph's neck. He lifted them to the light to read. Stamped into the metal they read: 'Benson, Joseph' on the first line. His serial number was on the next line. The last line had his blood type (A) in one corner and then a (P) in the other corner. "P" stands for Protestant. Thank God for that, the Arab thought. There had always been this gnawing feeling deep in Fazzi's mind that, something was not right about Joseph. He was too perfect. His knowledge of the language and customs of the Arab people, were unusual for an American. Americans were not usually that interested in anything foreign. There were two things that had frightened him about this 'outsider' but now they may have been cleared up. One, was the thought that the beautiful young body spread out before him might be an agent from one of the Moslem fundamentalist nations, sent to spy on him. The second, and worse yet, was the possibility that he might be from the dreaded Mossad, the Israeli counter-intelligence agency, which struck fear into the hearts of his fellow Arabs. Tonight he was sure that neither of these was probable. Joseph was uncircumcised; therefore, the chance of his being a Moslem or even a Jew was remote. The gold chain was another mystery that might also be cleared up in time. There was not even a locket. Maybe there had been one. Perhaps from an old lover? It was interesting perhaps strange, but not really important right now. He lay down beside Joseph and enfolded him in his arms. "Come, 'habibi', the time has come, let us make love," he said, as he again ran his hands over the light skinned body beside him, kissing and sucking on the ear and burying his open mouth on the throat of the panting soldier. Then, rolling on top of him, he pressed his body against Joseph---as he continued to kiss, nibble and lick him. As he felt Joseph's hardening seven inch cock rubbing against his own pulsating manhood, he moaned, "You are mine now lover! Mine all mine. I could be happy doing this to you from now on. Just having your sweet body here under me has me on fire..." Unable to control himself any longer, he exploded, his cum shooting out and covering Joseph's legs. "No! No, Oh shit, you got me so hot I blew my load. I acted just like a schoolboy. Can you forgive me, 'habibi'?" "Fazzi, it's ok...really it's ok. I understand. It happens to the best of us." Joseph said. "But you, what of you? I have left you so hard. It must hurt you. Perhaps if I..." "No! It's ok, don't worry about it, I'll be fine. If you are happy with what we did tonight, I think we should stop here. I would like to keep myself 'pure' for Kassie. Do you understand that?" "But you are surely not a virgin, are you?" "No I'm not, but now that I have found Kassie, I would like to try to keep myself for her. I hope you understand and agree to this." "As long as you and I can have these sessions, I will not press you anymore. I am content to lay beside you and do what we did tonight," he said dejectedly, "content, but hopeful that you will in due time want more." "Perhaps in time I shall want more---who can tell?" Joseph said, and hugged the whimpering Arab to his naked body, kissed him and ran his fingers through the cum that covered Fazzi's cock and balls. He lifted his fingers to Fazzi's lips and made him lick it and then he kissed his lips. Breaking the kiss Joseph said, "There, now we have both tasted each other's seed. Part of you is now part of me and part of me is now part of you. Our 'arrangement' is consummated. It's getting late and we both better get to sleep now. Your wife will worry where you are so late, and I must get up and get to school in six hours." "You are not angry with me for my inability to control myself, are you?" Laughing Joseph said, "Not at all. It proved to me that you really liked me. I was worried that I would not arouse you. I was afraid that you might not like me or even find me attractive enough to be able to get a...." "Not like you? Fazzi said, raising his voice. "I love you! I love you so much so that I am jealous of my own daughter. I want you for myself alone, and not in some back alley, but in the open. I want to shout it to the world. It is silly, but I keep picturing you and me, hand in hand, running naked through the woods together. I have had a hot cock for you since I spotted you in the Mosque. I would give up everything for you, 'habibi'. But, since that was not possible and I had to get you close to me, I therefore decided to use my daughter to cover up my lust for you. You are so young that you cannot realize what finding 'the love of your life' means to a man of my age. Love, for me, has become plain, boring and a matter of enduring a lackluster session in bed now and then. Here tonight, even without any real sex, I feel like I have had better sex and more satisfaction than I have had in my entire life. Enjoy the car, and the many gifts I will give you in the future, 'habibi'; it gives me much pleasure to make you happy," he said as he got dressed, blew Joseph one more kiss and left the apartment. Joseph lay in his bed for 10 minutes, afraid to get up. He thought he was going to throw up. It was a combination of the cognac and his disgust at what he had just done. He finally got out of bed, checked the door, set the alarm clock and then made his safety call to Barns. He left a message that he would call him at lunchtime. The next morning he drove back to base. Man this is the life. The top was down on the car and the wind blew through his close-cropped hair as the car made the drive seem to fly by. He was in such a good mood, that he toyed with the idea of driving into New York City and meeting Rich for lunch. Yeah, life was good, even if it was getting complicated. He felt that he would soon need a secretary to keep a date book for him. Let's see---Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and possibly Thursday---Kassie and Fazzi. The rest of the week was reserved for Richard. Well, maybe now and then he would take a day off for himself. Oh! Talk about burning the candle at both ends! How long could he keep this up? He felt like a high-priced prostitute with the government acting as his pimp. You couldn't ask for any better than this. He pulled into the parking lot by the visitors' area and went in to arrange for a temporary car pass. After a bit of a hassle, he was issued one, and he drove to his school parking lot. The guys all gathered around and looked over the car and asked about it. He told them that his girlfriend's father had let him use it, and after a few snide comments, they more or less accepted his explanation. Later, in private, Ibrahim said, "Well it looks as if I was wrong. You have done well for yourself. When is the wedding? Is she as beautiful as I think she is?" "Not for a while yet. Man, take it easy. We have only just started to get to know each other. Last night was our first date. We went out to eat and to the movies. It was nice, and we even did a bit of necking in the car. Low level stuff---nothing heavy," he said, as they went to class. The Three Day Pass Ch. 11 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. Driving back to base, a thought flashed into Joseph's mind. He pulled to the side of the road and punched in William Barns home phone number. A female voice answered and said, "Hello?" "Hi, is this the home of William Barns?" Joseph asked, and when the party on the line confirmed it, he asked if Bill was at home. "Yes he is, but he is rather busy right now. May I ask who is calling?" "Please, just tell Bill that Joseph is calling from a cell phone and that it is rather important that I speak with him." Joseph heard the woman call out "Bill-someone called Joseph-calling from a cell for you." "Joseph! Anything wrong?" Bill asked breathlessly. "No, nothing really wrong-I just had this feeling that I should call in and tell you about something that happened this evening when I got to the Muhammad house. When I arrived, only the girl was home." "Well a nice, quiet evening at home together," Barns said leeringly, "bet you were thrilled." "As a matter of fact, I was, and things were going along as you would expect," Joseph said. "However, when I asked where her parents were, Kassie said that Fazzi and Mary were at a meeting of the 'Justice for the Middle East Committee'. It was some sort of executive meeting and Fazzi, as an officer in the organization, was required to attend. At the time, it just did not seem important or unusual. Later, we were interrupted by a phone call telling me to get back to the base ASAP as the base was on alert. Just now, while driving back, suddenly a thought came into my mind. Knowing Arab culture, and Mary in particular, it now strikes me as rather unusual that she would be invited to a meeting of the executives. While it is not unheard of for women to hold positions of importance, it was just a bit out of the ordinary. I thought it might be important-so I figured I'd better contact you." "Joseph, can you stay where you are and on the line? I need to go into my den. Give me time to fire-up my computer. I'll be able to access my office files from there and look up that organization. Don't move from there. We have a clear connection and I don't want to loose you." he said, and started leave. Joseph screamed, "Hey Bill I can't wait! I have to get back to the base!" "Fuck the base! This just may be important. I'll cover for you with the base. Just don't move until I check this out. And that's a direct order coming from the FBI. I'll get back to you right away!" Barns yelled. Joseph was used to taking orders, so he sat there with the phone to his ear-feeling rather foolish-and waited. He waited twenty minutes 'til he heard the voice on the phone again. "Yes?" he asked, "what do you have for me? Give it to me quick. I told the base I would be back in two hours and I'm going to be late." "First of all, relax. I will call your Commanding Officer. The alert is most likely just a practice drill. If it were anything serious-I would have known about it. I'll tell him you are working for 'Homeland Security', and that you will be back as soon as I let you go. He'll approve anything I order him to, so you just listen to what I have to tell you-then decide what you want to do." "Sure, whatever you say Bill. I just don't want to wind up with a Court-Martial or even a week of K.P. Who the hell do I take my orders from?" "Look, anything having to do with Homeland Security-I'm your boss and my orders supersede any army orders. The only person who can countermand my orders would be my District Chief. I think I can trust you to know the difference between an army order and an FBI order? As long as you do your job, I will back you up to the hilt," he said, and continued, "anyway, I looked up that organization, and it is a cover operation that raises money for 'Hamas'. Are you sure Kassie told you he was an officer? -Because his name is not listed." "That's what she said," he assured Bill, "but she might have just assumed that her father would be an officer in any group in which he had a membership." "Can you get back there tonight and get me more information?" After thinking about going back for a while, Joseph told him, "I could go back now, but I don't think it's wise to do. If I came running back right now, with my base on alert, they might think that was weird, especially, if I started to ask questions about that committee business." "Bingo! Anyone ever tell you that you have a nose for this type of work?" the FBI agent said, "you're right, this may have been a slip or it might even be a way of testing you. You have to play it like you are not interested in Fazzi's meeting. I'm sure you can figure a way of getting more information on the organization in the future. Just play it cool and be careful. This could be the break we need to get 'goods' on them. Our government has finally recognized 'Hamas' as a terrorist organization. Wait a second. You know, I never asked you if you were circumcised." "I'm not circumcised. Why do you ask?" Joseph answered; trying to figure out what Bill could be getting at. "I'm glad you're not. If you were, they might think you were a Moslem or an Israeli spy. That just may be one of the reasons they might want you to 'bed' either Kassie or Fazzi. " "Well, you can stop worrying about that Bill," the soldier said quietly. "They both know I have not been skinned." "I won't ask you how they know," Bill laughed, "but I could guess. Get back to the base. I'll see you Sunday. Have a good weekend." Joseph turned on the radar detector and drove at a good clip back to the base, making record time. He pulled the car into the school parking lot and made his way to the Company Headquarters. Soldiers in field dress were scurrying here and there loading up trucks with all kinds of gear. He reported in to the company clerk. "You're twenty minutes late. I hope that girl was worth it, because this is going to cost you! Where the fuck was you?" Williams demanded to know. "Didn't a Mr. Barns contact you? He said he was going to talk to the C.O. about this," Joseph said, just as the C.O. came out of his office. "Corporal Williams, I'm sorry I forgot to tell you, Benson was on special duty for me," the C.O. said, and then told Joseph to join-up with his unit in the barracks. Joseph ran to his quarters and found Ibrahim packing his gear. "Glad you made it back buddy," his roommate said, as he continued to pack his duffel bag. "Get packed. We are moving out." "Where?" "I don't know. All we were told was to pack our field stuff as if we were going out on field maneuvers," he said. "We were told to pack for a week in the field. What with the weekend coming up everyone is pissed off. Where the hell were you?" "On overnight with Kassie in Paterson," he said, "we got caught at a most inappropriate time, damn it. Her family had left for the evening and we had the house to ourselves." "Oh!" he laughed, "got caught with your pants down? I still hope you know what you are doing, Joseph." "It's gone beyond playing games, Ibrahim. We are talking about a future together," Joseph said, and then asked Ibrahim, "If I should need a Best Man would you like to take the job?" "You don't know what you're getting into, buddy. Are you aware that you might have to convert to Islam? And are you sure you want to go through with that? You would have to be circumcised!" "I'm not so sure about having my cock cut," the soldier said as he packed his field kit. "Her mother was Christian, and we might get hitched in an army chapel. We have not even discussed that part yet-but as much as I hate the thought-if it comes down to that-hell, with the size of my cock, I think I can spare a bit of foreskin for her. Besides, there is still plenty of time to think about that." "Well you better start to think about it. No Muslim father is going to permit his daughter to marry a Christian. We don't like losing any of our people to you infidels. Then there is also the matter regarding the restrictions on not eating pork," Ibrahim jested, "who will I give my bacon to...to say nothing about those pork chops you love so dearly!" "Now you Muslims have gone too far," he jested, "much too far. There, I have my gear all packed-what now?" "The usual!" Ibrahim said. "We wait." They sat around until a little after midnight. Then the "Stand Down" command was heard over the school 'Bitch Box': "Stand down. The alert is canceled. Resume regular duties." A loud chorus of moans, groans and curses could be heard. Typical army shit-hurry up and wait. "What are you going to do now-go back to Paterson?" Joseph's roommate asked. "No, I think it's too late for that," he said; "besides I need a good night's sleep. I'll just call her and tell her I'll see her Monday night." "Not going there over the weekend?" asked Ibrahim. "No, I have something to do for Kassie's father on Long Island this weekend. She knows all about it," Joseph told him. "I'm going outside to give her a 'good night' call before going to bed." "Hey you don't have to do that-I would love to hear how you make love to her in Arabic," Ibrahim said, as he dodged a pillow thrown at him by Joseph while he left the room. "Come back soon. It's unusual having you sleep here, and it will give us a chance to catch up on things." Walking outside, the soldier found a secluded spot and called Kassie. He told her the alert had been just a drill, and that he would see her Monday night. She said that since she had the weekend free, she and her mother had decided to visit relatives in the Dearborn area of Michigan. They would not be back 'til late Monday evening. He wished her a safe trip. Then, sounding very disappointed, he told her that he would miss her. "Please tell Fazzi that I hope to have good news for him about my meeting with Mr. Worthington by Sunday evening. "Maybe you would like to stop off here on your way back from Long Island?" she asked. "It would break up your trip. Perhaps you could also pick up the laundry you left. The maid says that she washed and ironed your uniforms and they are waiting for you." "Oh yes, I forgot about that," he said. "Please thank her for me. I don't need them now, so I will pick it up next time I see you. I'll miss you, 'habibi'. I'm sorry about tonight. Perhaps next time I shouldn't answer the phone!" "I love you, 'habibi', and I really wanted you tonight, but the army comes first. Coming from a military family I understand, truly I do," she cooed. "Maybe next time. 'Til Tuesday then." Joseph went back to his room and found his roommate stretched out on the cot, still dressed in his field uniform, sound asleep. Joseph undressed, crawled into his bed and got a good night's sleep. Saturday, after inspection, he drove the car into New York City to pick up Richard. It was the first time he had driven in a city of that size. At first he was a bit scared. The drive through the tunnel was unnerving, but once he got that under his belt, he was able to find his way about Manhattan. He had studied the city maps, and after a few bad turns, he finally made it downtown to Richard's apartment. He found a place to park within view of the front door and called Richard on the cell phone. "Hey babe, I'll be up in a few minutes. Are you packed and ready to go?" Joseph asked. "Yes!" answered an excited Richard: "I've been ready and waiting for a half hour. We can leave as soon as you get here. That is, unless you have another plan in mind, babe. It seems like years since we have seen each other. I'm so horny for you, that I've been sitting here thinking about raping you the moment you walk in the door!" "You're going to have to hold that thought until we are in bed tonight, lover. You know how I hate to fuck and run. And we are going to have to run if we are going to catch the train," Joseph lied-laughing to himself-"besides, I want to make love to you under your parents' roof. It's a real turn on knowing they will be in the same house." "That's all well and good, but I just hope I can hold out that long!" Richard screamed into the phone. "Just get your ass up here fast!" Joseph closed his cell, got out of the car and opened the trunk and removed his small overnight bag-which he carried into the apartment building. Using the key that Richard had given him, he entered the lobby, found and rode the elevator up to Richard's floor. He opened the door to the apartment and there was Richard, waiting for him. The two lovers embraced each other and kissed. "I've missed you so much, lov," Richard said, as his hands slipped down to Joseph's ass-his hard erection grinding against the soldier's groin. "You sure you don't want to forget about going out to the Island tonight? We could stay here tonight and catch the first train in the morning. I'll call dad and he will understand." "No Rich, as much as I've missed you, and want you right now, there are reasons that we have to leave now. For one, you know your family must have prepared supper for us, and that they will be very disappointed if we don't show up tonight," Joseph said. "As for the other reasons-I will explain them to you while we are on the way. Just hold that horniness 'til later, my love. I promise you won't be sorry." "Spoil sport," the dejected lover said, as both he and Joseph picked up their travel kits and together they made their way to the elevator. "Man, do I have a lot to tell you too." Riding down in the elevator, Rich told Joseph that he had got the 'underwear' job he had told him about. "The money is enough to pay for my acting school, full-time. Also, remember that small part, the one I told you I was auditioning for? My agent said I'm a shoo-in." "Fantastic! I'm really glad for you. No more tables to wait on," Joseph grinned. "Well, like they say, maybe I should not give up my day job just yet," said Richard, as they left the elevator and went out on to the street, "but at least I don't have to wait tables on the weekends." As Joseph started to walk in the direction of his car, Richard grabbed his arm and said, "Hey, haven't you learned where the subway is by now? It's the other way." "I know, but I just wanted to take a look at that car parked across the street-that white convertible BMW." "Yeah, that's real kool," said Richard, as the two of them approached and circled the car. "Someday, when I'm a big star on Broadway, I'm going to get my hands on one of these babies. Then I'll be able to take you home or on a date in real style." "That someday is now. It's mine-all mine," said Joseph, to his shocked companion, as he opened the trunk. "Put your stuff in the trunk with mine, and we will drive out to see your folks in style. In fact I'll even let you drive it. Along the way I will fill you in and bring you up to date. Do you think you can handle this 'junky'?" "You bet your sweet ass I can. Dad lets me drive his BMW and that's a stick shift-this should be a piece of cake. How did you ever manage to get this 'jalopy'? The government isn't spending my hard earned tax money giving you soldiers BMWs, are they?" "Nope, it wasn't given to me by our government. A government to which, if I recall right, you don't report some of your hard earned cash," Joseph jested. After loading their luggage, he handed Richard the car keys and got into the passenger seat. "Here, you get behind the wheel. Let me show you where everything is and how to start this baby up." Richard listened, started the car up, put it in drive, and they started off to the Island. Joseph told Rich how he got the car, and filled him in on what had happened since they had last seen each other. He told him everything-including the parts about Fazzi and Kassie. "I'm telling you all this, because I want you to hear this from me, and I don't want to hold anything back from you. I don't want there to be any secrets or hidden stuff. I love you and trust you and there will be nothing secret between us. Anytime you feel that it's getting to be too much for you, let me know, and I'll try to pull out." "Joseph, you know I didn't want you doing any of this crap in the first place. But, I also know that it has to be done, and that you are probably the only one able to do this. Really, I may bitch and complain, but I'm proud of you. I did a lot of thinking about this, and I must admit, that in the beginning, I was ready to kill you. But then I kept telling myself-over and over-that you are doing this for us, for you, for the fucking country and for me. You I can fight, but I can't fight the entire country, can I?" "Tomorrow, my FBI control man will be at your parents' house. He will talk to all of us: you, your parents, and me. I already asked your dad to meet with him and your father has agreed. Tonight, I'm going to tell your mom and dad the whole story. If after they hear me out, they agree to work with me, I will continue this-otherwise I will tell Bill that I want out. I'll quit and go back to being an army translator. I don't care which way this turns out, as long as I have you and your family alongside me in the future," Joseph said, as he leaned his head against Richard's shoulder and kissed his cheek. "Watch that babe. I don't want to smash up your new car. You have a way of getting me excited at the most inopportune times," Richard said, as his fingers grasped the wheel to keep the car under control. The rest of the trip, Joseph filled him in on who Agent Barns was, and explained more or less how his family would fit into the complicated plan. He had planned to tell the entire family together, but the soldier thought it would be better to at least get Rich 'on board' first. This way, both of them would present a united front. Joseph slipped a CD into the slot, and for the rest of the trip they heard music from the expensive sound system in the car. Richard's eyes spied the 'black box' hooked up to the sun visor. "Hey is that a radar detector up there?" he asked. "Yes and no," Joseph said. "It is a bug scanner and radar detector rolled up into one instrument. I need it to make sure that no one is listening to what's going on or has planted a tracking device. Agent Barns thought it would be better to be safe than sorry. I'll show you how it works later." The drive lasted about two hours. When they were about 30 minutes from the house, Richard told Joseph to call and let his parents know that they were on their way and would be there soon. He wanted them to know so that they would not go to the station to meet them. "Just tell them we have arranged other transportation and don't need to be picked up," said Richard. Twenty minutes later, they appeared at the gate of the Worthington estate. Using the gate intercom, they were let in and drove up to the front door. Both of Richard's parents were waiting with opened mouths. As they stepped out, Rich's father, seeing his son get out from behind the wheel, said aghast, "Well, if I had known that modeling underwear was going to pay so well-I would have done that myself years ago. I would have been saved from all the ups and downs of the market." "Sorry dad but it's not mine-it belongs to Joseph, and he did not steal it either," he joked. "He will explain it all to the both of you in due time." "From what Joseph tells me, we all have an interesting weekend in store for us," Richard senior said. The Three Day Pass Ch. 12 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. A Special Thanks to J.A. The white BMW passed over the Washington Bridge and headed toward Paterson. About 15 minutes from Fazzi's place, Joseph pulled off the road and called him to let him know he was coming. From the excitement in Fazzi's voice, the soldier could tell that Kassie must have informed him that he might be stopping to pick up his laundry. "Yes Yussef, we have been waiting to hear what news you have for us," he said. "We? Who is we?" asked the surprised Joseph. "My friends, the investors, that I told you about," Fazzi said. "It would be nice if you could come and meet them. I'm sure they would like to meet you." "I most certainly would like to meet them. As a matter of fact, I was calling to ask if I could meet with you tonight," Joseph said. "I just left the Worthington's house and I have great news for you. I was looking forward to telling you what happened, and as long as I had to make a stop at your place I thought I would tell you in person rather then on the phone." In a very low voice Fazzi asked, "You have to make a stop here or do you want to make a stop? You do know that Kassie and Mary are away until tomorrow evening!" "Yes I know that. I do have laundry to pick up and, well, it is getting late and the base is a few hours away," Joseph stammered into the cell. "I just thought you would want my report and that I could catch a few hours of sleep before I had to return to class." "You are most welcome to come here. Come right up to the main house. You can meet with my friends and make a short report to them. I'm sure they will be pleased to meet and hear from you," the Arab said. "I have been bragging about my future son to them for weeks. Hurry, because the meeting is almost over. After they leave you can give me a more detailed report of your weekend." "Yes, I should be there in a few minutes. Hold them there, as what I have to tell them will make it worth their while to wait," Joseph said. And in his most seductive voice whispered, "'Habibi', it will be good to see you again. I have missed you." "We will be waiting," Fazzi smiled, and put down the phone and returned to the meeting. "Gentlemen we have a treat coming," he told the six men assembled in his library. "My future son, he wants to talk to us about investing some of our money with one of the best firms on Wall Street. I reported to you last week about him and his connection with Richard Worthington. Well, it looks like he might have some news for us." "We thought you were kidding us," one of the men said. "Is this the one you gave the car to? The car that I had to get ready in three hours?" "Yes, and now I think that gift is about to pay off very well!" Joseph parked the BMW in the rear of a long line of parked cars in front of Fazzi's home. He took a folder from the rear seat of the car. It contained promotional brochures with information on some of the stocks Rich's father had given him to show Fazzi. Some of them were stocks that Worthington thought were good investments. Joseph rang the front doorbell and was greeted by an effervescent Fazzi in the traditional way that Arab men greet each other–he enfolded the soldier in his arms and kissed him on both cheeks. "Marhaba, sallam alechem, welcome. Come into the library and meet some of my friends," Fazzi said, taking him by the arm and leading him into the room. "They have been waiting to meet you and hear your report." They walked into the room and Joseph was introduced to everyone. He tried to take note of their names as he smiled and shook hands with all of them. One of the men took hold of his hand and held it as he said in Arabic to Fazzi, "No wonder you rushed me to get that car ready Fazzi. It looks like you have got your daughter a blond prince. He is worth at least 20 camels!" "Only 20 camels? Then I would say that I got the better of the deal," the smiling soldier disputing him said. "The daughter of Fazzi is worth at least 100, if not more!" Fazzi laughed and said to the embarrassed man, "I am sorry. I should have warned you that Yussef speaks our language. In fact, his knowledge of our language and customs is almost frightening. The only problem is his Egyptian accent, and be assured that I am working on that." "So then it was you, in addition to Fazzi, whom I should thank for that excellent automobile. It is a really fine piece of machinery," Joseph said, trying to placate the embarrassed car dealership owner. "Now let me tell all of you what I learned from Mr. Worthington." They all sat around and Joseph opened the folder and passed around the information. "To begin, let me assure you that 'Worthington Associated Investment Corporation' and Mr. Worthington, personally, will be very pleased to do business with you. He sees the Arab/American community as a new market, full of opportunity, promise, and yes, MONEY. A market that until now has been concentrated in 'Oil', but which he sees has the ability to grow and flourish in many new directions. He visualizes vast opportunities and will try to accommodate you in any way he can. In order to better understand your particular needs, he suggests a meeting, a personal meeting, between Fazzi and himself. After that, then he would like to meet with all of you as a group. At that meeting he will have investment counselors, who will take the time to advise and answer any and all questions you might have. He is so eager for your business that he himself will personally talk to all of you both in a group and as individuals." "Why will he do this?" asked one of the men. "Not one of those Wall Street bastards has ever paid the slightest bit of attention to us." "First of all, he is not a bastard. He happens to be a very nice man and a good friend of mine," answered an angry Joseph. "Yes, he is a businessman, just like most of you. Yes, he is and can be a hard-nosed son-of-a-bitch when it comes to making money. Look, my friends! Here in America the only way to make 'real money' is by investing in stocks and playing the Market. If you want to make lots of money, there is no company with a better track-record on Wall Street." "Yes!" shouted another man, "and charge us an arm and leg for it too!" "I guess he will," Joseph said, "but if you want to make money you have to spend it. I guarantee that he will earn every penny of his commissions. While none of us can predict the market, his company is the best there is. I only wish the army paid me more money so that I had surplus cash to invest. That 'bastard', as you called him, is the one I would want handling it for me." "Yussef is right. I am going to recommend that Worthington and I meet first, and I see what he has to say. I will report back to you, after which, we can decide what to do," said Fazzi. "Any objections? Hearing none, it is approved. Meeting over and I'll notify you when our next meeting will take place. Thank you for coming tonight." Fazzi saw the men out, and after they left, he returned to the library and said, "Yussef you did well. I'm proud of you, 'habibi', very proud. I hope that Worthington realizes what a fine associate you are going to make." He walked over to Joseph and pulled him up into his arms and their lips met and they kissed deeply. "My love, did you mean it earlier when you said you really missed me?" "Yes, Fazzi, I did miss you. All weekend I just could not get you out of my mind," he lied. "Do you think I did well this evening with your friends? I hope I was not too…." "You were fantastic. I could not have done better myself," Fazzi said, hugging him and pressing his body against Joseph. "I can feel the heat and passion of your body and tonight we have the house to ourselves. I missed you and want to show you how much I love and appreciate you. I want you to stay here tonight. Sleep with me, in my house and in my bed. Come my son, my love. I will show you how much I missed you. Tonight we have plenty of time and we do not have to rush anything." Taking him by the hand, he guided him up the stairs to the master bedroom. "Fazzi, I really feel weird about this," Joseph said. "It is just wrong to do this…not in the same bed you share with your wife…not in the same house where your daughter, my future wife, sleeps!" "Yussef, darling, that is what makes it so exciting," the aroused, drooling, sex-crazed Arab whispered. "Yes, in that very bed that has never had the pleasure of passionate, senseless, carefree sex, yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh Yesssss!" He began to almost rip the clothes off Joseph, kissing him and running his fingers over the newly exposed flesh. As the shirt and undershirt were removed from the young soldier's strong chest, the older man went into a feeding frenzy, nibbling and sucking on the young, well-defined chest. His fingers pulled at the belt buckle, opening it and undoing the pants, letting them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, Joseph stood before him, clad only in his shoes, socks and undershorts. Frantically pulling the young, nearly nude body before him to himself, Fazzi continued his oral stimulations. His lips kissing and his tongue licking, he slobbered his way down the taut body, till he reached the navel. He used the tip of his tongue to explore the depths of the belly button, causing shock waves of passion to radiate out to soldier's covered penis. The throbbing cock caused the shorts to create a large tent. Seeing the jerking motion of the now hard cock, the delighted, horny Arab moved his open mouth and buried it over the cotton-covered mound. Joseph's knees were shaking. In a vain attempt to prevent his falling down, he moved backward until he could feel the bed against his legs. He placed his hands on the head of the man kneeling before him, and ran his fingers through the dark hair of the Arab, in an attempt to steady his own staggering body. The overheated soldier rubbed his cloth-covered package over the face and gasping mouth of Fazzi. Encouraged by this action, Fazzi reached up and inserted his fingers into the waistband of the underpants and slowly began to lower them. He stopped as the head of the uncut penis peeked over the waistband. Joseph shuddered as he felt the older man's lips touch and kiss his foreskin. The excited Arab's teeth began to gently nibble at what was a rare feast for the mid-easterner. His hot, wet tongue-tip flitted in and out licking the foreskin. Then, like a snake, it slithered under the foreskin and around the sensitive gland licking out the pre-cum that had collected there. At this point, what little resistance Joseph might have had just melted down before this sexual onslaught. His legs buckled as the hot, wet, drooling mouth of this man moved up and down his still almost completely covered cock. Fazzi kissed and licked over the still partly cotton-covered crotch. The cotton soon became soaked with saliva until it was transparent, exposing the soldier's hidden treasure. The hot Arab's probing tongue traced the outline of Joseph's manhood. Joseph retreated slowly, until he felt the bed pressing against the rear of his legs. Unable and, by this point, unwilling to escape, he realized that he had lost control of the situation. Fazzi tenderly pushed, prodded and gently assisted his now completely subservient younger lover to lie down–his back on the bed, his feet still touching the floor. Fazzi rose up and once again looked down at the nearly naked young body before him. Joseph started to rise up on the big bed. "No my love. Do not move. Stay as you are. You are so beautiful laying like that–pure, innocent, vulnerable–looking like you are a gift from Allah that I have unwrapped and am about to devour." Quickly stripping off his clothes, the olive-skinned Arab knelt between the outstretched legs of the prostrate body before him and removed its shoes and socks. Using his teeth to grip the waistband of the underpants, he gently pulled them down–slowly uncovering the hard seven-inch treasure. Completely exposed, Joseph lay before him nude and vulnerable. Losing no time, Fazzi's hot, wet mouth quickly moved up and down his legs, as his fingers enclosed the seven-inch steel pole. No longer a helpless victim, the young man was moaning and gasping for breath. His youthful hormones kicked in–making him as sex-crazed as if he had sniffed a half-dozen 'Poppers'. Spreading his legs wide, he pulled the Arab's head to his crotch and wrapped his legs around the head, rubbing his private parts into the face of his new lover. Fazzi's eager lips kissed and sucked the private treasure before him. Unable to resist the musky odor, Fazzi's nose moved up and down that sensitive area between his balls and ass slot, and his tongue-tip explored and circled the rosebud. Fazzi spread and removed the legs encasing his head and planted kisses up the young body till his lips found Joseph's nipples. Licking, sucking and nibbling on first the right and then the left nipple, he then reluctantly moved on to the near-frantic soldier's neck, throat and chin, and then to his ear. "This time my love, I will make sure that you do not leave with the 'blue balls'," he whispered into his ear. Then the fingers of his left hand circled Joseph's neck holding his face so that their mouths were welded together in a deep kiss. The Arab's long tongue probed every corner of Joseph's hot mouth. Then with his right hand he encircled Joseph's throbbing cock. He began moving his hand slowly up and down the shaft as his thumb swiped across the sensitive cock-head. His hand expertly continued to work the soldier's cock as he face-fucked him with his long tongue. Moving his mouth away for a few seconds, the older man looked down upon the face of the moaning serviceman and said, "Yussef, 'habibi', you are mine now, yes mine. Mine forever. Kassie may borrow your body from time to time, but from now on you are all mine: your body–your heart–your mind–your soul. Mine all mine. You belong to me!" And in response, Fazzi could feel Joseph's fingers encase his own manhood and slowly begin to rub up and down. Together, their fingers enclosing each other's cocks, they pumped faster and faster till both exploded in orgasmic eruptions. Fazzi, too exhausted to say anything, just lay there with a smile on his face. Joseph got up and went into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the water, kneeled before the toilet bowl and puked his guts out. He then took a quick shower, dried off, found some mouthwash in the cabinet and used it to clean the rotten taste out of his mouth and returned to the bedroom with a wet towel in his hand. The Arab lay on his back, tears in his eyes. Joseph, using the wet towel, cleaned the cum from the older man and was about to get dressed and leave when he heard Fazzi, still sobbing say, "Yussef, I heard you in there. Was it so disgusting that you had to vomit? Do I really sicken you that much? Is my body so repulsive to you?" "Fazzi no! No! Don't ever think that," Joseph said. "You are still a very handsome man. Your body has not lost its military fitness or hardness. You are still strong and sexually attractive. And therein lies the 'rub'." "What does this 'rub' mean?" asked the sobbing older man. "The 'rub' means 'the problem'," said the soldier, reaching out and offering Fazzi a clean corner of the towel to dry his eyes. "Look, 'habibi', the truth is that I find myself falling for you—but I do not feel free to let myself admit it. I touched your cock and it felt wonderful. I wanted more but I could not do more. I could never do more and you deserve more, much more, and I can't give it to you. Not now. Not ever. Never could I give it to you. The conflict, between what I want and what I feel free to give, is what's making me sick and upsetting my stomach. It's what's driving me away from you." "Please, sit here with me. Do not leave me alone tonight. Stay with me through the night," Fazzi pleaded, patting the space beside him on the bed. "I swear that I will not ever go farther than we did tonight. Not even if you want and demand it. Please, stay tonight. Warm this bed that has been cold all these years. You can get up early and return to base in the morning. Tonight, let me pretend that we are bound together like we should be. I need your body next to mine throughout the night." Joseph lay down beside him and Fazzi covered their naked bodies with a blanket. "Should I set the clock for 6 A.M.?" he asked. "Make it 5:30. I have to pick up my laundry." He set the alarm, put out the light and then snuggled up to the young body beside him and whispered into his ear, "It will be all right my love. In time you will accept me; somehow we will make it work. It is 'eshalla', the will of Allah." He leaned over and kissed him on the lips and then held him in his arms and fell asleep. To be continued… The Three Day Pass Ch. 13 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. Special thanks to JA * "Hello. Fazzi Muhammad here. I was wondering if I might talk to Mr. Worthington, please?" Fazzi said into the telephone mouthpiece. "Oh yes! Mr. Muhammad, I'll put you right through. He is expecting your call," answered an elderly female voice. After a few seconds, "Hello, Richard Worthington here. Mr. Muhammad?" "Yes, it is. A Private Joseph Benson told me to call you any time about the possibility of your company handling some investments for me. I hope he wasn't, as you Americans say, 'pulling my foot'," the Arab said. "One can never tell with these young men these days. They sometimes, shall we say, overplay their connections and I would not want to interrupt an important business meeting or conference." "Sir, let me assure you that Joseph, as I'm sure you are aware of, is not one to do that," Richard senior said smiling into the phone. "He is a bright young man and a very trustworthy one at that. Those are unusual qualities to find in most of today's youth. Someday, when he is free from the army, I hope to have him enter my firm. I'm even thinking of making him a associate, after he has served an apprenticeship." "I'm very happy to see that you and I agree about him," Fazzi said. "Then you will not have any objection to my using him as my translator. As much as I pride myself on my knowledge of the English language, there are times when I find myself at a loss for a word or two. Joseph has the ability of knowing what I want to say even before I can get it out of my mouth. Besides, he is nice to have around." "That would be fine with me. I do not know if Joseph told you that I would be pleased to meet with you in person to discuss what possibilities there might be of our doing business together," the Wall Street mogul said. "Yes, Joseph mentioned that and I would consider it an honor if we could meet for, shall we say, dinner some evening?" the Arab suggested, and continued, "you know that it is an old Arabic custom to socialize and conduct business at the same time. We like to do business with people we know and can get to like." "It is not only an Arabic custom, but also an American one as well. We have had what has been called, 'The Three Martini Lunch' for decades." "Ahhhhh yes! I have heard of that. However, I was thinking of something more in-line with my tradition," the Middle Easterner said. "There is a special sort of night club that I know called the 'Cafe Casablanca', where I have been thinking of taking Joseph. It has good food, music and entertainment. It is very relaxing and conducive to, how you Americans say, 'making a deal'." "If that is so, then I must learn all about this. It can give me another weapon in my sales arsenal," Richard said laughing. "Good! How does Wednesday night, at let us say seven PM, sound?" Fazzi asked. "The evening is on me and I will send a car for you and have you brought to the restaurant and we could all meet you there. Afterwards the driver could take you home or anywhere you want to go." "I think that would work out fine. Just let me check my calendar and make sure the evening is open." After looking at his appointment book he came back on the line and said, "Yes that date is open. Let me write it in. Wednesday at seven then. Should I dress formal or is it informal?" "Oh my, it is very informal. Dress comfortably," Fazzi said. "Yussef and I will meet you there." "'Yussef'?" Worthington questioned. "Yes, I am sorry I forgot, that is what we call Joseph. It is his name in the Arabic tongue," Fazzi said. "My family and I have adopted him as our son. ' Salaam alechem, menshoofak', see you Wednesday then." Tuesday evening Joseph went to Paterson planning to take Kassie to dinner and the movies. When he arrived at the house, he found the family waiting for him in the library. Greeting them, and telling them how much he had missed both women, he kissed the hand of Mary and the lips of Kassie. There was an audible gasp from her parents. "What? Is it wrong to kiss your future wife in the company of her family?" Joseph queried them. "Yes! No! Sorry, but it was just an automatic reaction," Fazzi said. "It is not wrong, but unusual. In traditional homes men do not kiss women in front of even family members. I do not remember my mother or father holding hands in public let alone kissing each other." "Then I think it is about time that you change your ways. This is America and here we are a lot more public about our feelings," Joseph instructed. "Surely it can't be wrong to show your wife and daughter a little love–even in public. And Fazzi, if I am to join this family then you better get used to it, because I intend to kiss my future wife when and where I feel like it." The soldier sat next to Kassie and put his arm around her shoulder–daring the family to dispute him. "Well, the little lion cub is beginning to growl," the Arab said. After thinking about it a while, he tuned down his rhetoric and admitted, "Well, it was me that thought it would be a good idea to 'Americanize' this family. I guess that is part of the price we will have to pay for living here. I can now see, that it is true, that all reformers really come to hate reform." "Yes, my husband, you asked for it, and now you got it! What is more-–I, too, would like a kiss now and then," Mary chimed in. "I think it would be nice if from time to time you showed some affection for your wife." "My dear wife, I will show you affection later," he said with a smile on his lips. "And as for you Yussef, for now, as long as it is only with the family, I will try to get used to it. Now I have some great news to tell you, my little lion cub." "Yes, what is it?" "I called Worthington yesterday," the smiling man said, "and he has agreed to meet with us tomorrow night. Yussef, you and I will take him to dinner and talk to him about business, as well as get to know each other. Will you be able to make it? Since you already know him, you will be able to act as a bridge between us, and also, I would like to have you there in case I run into trouble with my English." "I'm sure you will not need me as your English is very good. I wish my Arabic was as good as your English. But, if you insist, I'm sure I can make it. Besides, this will give me experience if I am to become a stockbroker," Joseph said. "Will Mary and Kassie be coming with us?" "No. It will be just the three of us. This will be all business even if, as I hope, we can mix some fun and entertainment into the evening," Fazzi said. "Good, because next week I start my final week of school and I could use some fun before we have our final exams," the soldier said. "I will have a lot of studying to do in preparation if I am to graduate at the top of the roster. After that, if it goes well, I will graduate." "I am sure you will pass with very high marks," Kassie said. And with a wide smile asked, "Then will we be able to make our plans, 'habibi'?" "Well, if I do pass out on top and get that job," he said with his fingers squeezing her shoulder, "yes I think it will be time for you, your family and me to think of that future. There are many things we all must talk about." "Like what, 'habibi'?" Kassie asked. "I am to be your wife. That is all that matters. As your wife I will be and do what you want–not because I have to, but because I want to." "We will talk about this later when we are alone," Joseph said. "Now is not the time. Now is the time to go out and eat and have a good time." Then turning to her parents he asked, "Would you, Mary and Kassie like to come to my graduation? That is if I graduate." Shocked, her father stammered, "If you think it would be appropriate, we would be honored to attend. Do you think we could get clearance to get on Base?" "I can't see any reason why you could not attend. Most of the students' parents, relatives and friends will attend. You, as my future wife and mys-to-be, should be welcome there also. It is not as if the school has anything to hide." Then, as an afterthought, he added in a light-hearted manner, "Who knows? Maybe the head of the school, once he meets you, might want to make use of your knowledge and ask you to lecture in the future. We do suffer from a lack of knowledgeable and talented teachers. Our lecturers are a bit one-sided." "One-sided?" the Arab said. "Just what do you mean by one-sided?" "Well, to hear most of our Customs Teachers tell it–the Moslems, Arabs mostly, are a backward people. They say most of them are caught in the 18th or 19th century, and are either unwilling or unable to adjust to modern times. A few of the Moslem students, and I, have had to literally fight to prove that the teachers are wrong. The problem is that there are not that many modern Moslems willing to present another view. They fear the wrath of their fellow Moslems." "I have none of this so called fear you talk about," Fazzi indignantly proclaimed. "If I can do anything to help, I would be more than happy to address the class and lecture. It might even be fun!" "Well let me see what I can do, if and when I become a teacher there." Then changing the subject, Joseph suggested that if he and Kassie wanted to make the movie, they had better get moving. "Yes! You 'children' go out and have fun," Fazzi said. "Mother and I are going to turn in early. I want to get a good night's sleep in order to be alert tomorrow night. We will say good night now, because we will be asleep by the time you return. But Yussef, tomorrow night will be the boys' night out." Thank God Joseph thought–at least there is no need to worry about a clandestine encounter in the stairwell tonight! The two of them left the house and drove to one of those diners that New Jersey is famous for, and had dinner, and afterwards went to a movie. The theater they entered was more or less empty. Except for a few couples sitting in the front of the room, minding their own business, there was no one else. They chose to sit in the rear of the darkened room. Sitting in the dark next to one another, Joseph found it comfortable and nice to relax with Kassie to keep him company. She liked to rest her head on his shoulder and place her hand on his crotch. In the darkness of the theater, she could lean over and kiss his ear and give his cock a squeeze. He could see the smile in her face whenever she felt his manhood reacting to her tender touch. Joseph felt good that he still was able to react to the touch of a beautiful woman–and Kassie was just that. He smiled as his fingers brushed her breasts, and he ran his fingertips over her hard, pointed nipples. It excited him to touch and smell this olive skinned, dark-eyed beauty. His lips brushed her lips and he ran his tongue over them and into her mouth. They kissed passionately and when he released her, he could feel her body begging for more. Much as she aroused him, thoughts of Rich floated through his mind. He would rather be sitting with Richard. His lips and body yearned for Richard as he placed his hand under her dress, ran his fingers up her warm thigh to her silk-clad pussy, all the while wishing it was Richard's cock instead. His fingers touched the wetness of her passion. He removed them and brought them to his lips and tasted her cum, then kissed her and shared her love juice with her. Her fingers frantically undid his fly, reached in and searched for his maleness. She gasped as she touched his foreskin. Her fingers circled his hard cock and squeezed it, sending waves of hot pleasure through the massive appendage. Her nail tip, running up and down the underside of his manhood and over the very sensitive cockhead, drove the soldier almost to the point of no return. He wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her into oblivion right there in the theater. His brain finally got the better of his animal instincts and breathing heavily, whispered in her ear, "We better either get the hell out of here or stop before we are thrown out. It would not look good if we were caught this way." Forcing themselves apart, and somehow getting their clothes smoothed out, they almost ran from the theater to Joseph's car in the dark end of the parking lot. As they got into the car Kassie asked, "Where are we going? The car is too small and I don't want to go to some cheap motel room." "Kassie, my love, there is something we have to talk about. I don't know how to tell you this or even if I should tell you," Joseph stammered as he pulled her into his arms. "I'm afraid that you will not want me when I tell you the truth about me." "Yussef, habibi, I know!" she said. "What, what do you know?" "I know about–my father and you!" she whispered and then leaned over and kissed him. "He wants you, wants your body and your soul just like I want you." "What are we going to do?" he asked. "We will do whatever we have to do in order to get married," Kassie answered, "if that is what you want. This sort of thing is known to happen. While I don't approve of it, nor do I like it, I am willing to share your body with my father, but–your love is mine. Now I must tell you the truth. He has been using me for years to get his boys. He uses me as an inducement to get them into bed. Never once did he allow any one of them to become engaged to me or even to have sex with me, until you came along. I suppose that, now that I am getting too old to attract the younger men he prefers, he has decided to let me become your wife. I think he loves you, Yussef, and that in his sick mind he wants to grow old with you as his lover. Having you as a son would preserve his manly image in the community." "What about your mother?" he asked. "Does she know and agree with all this?" "Yes she does and that is the really weird part, Yussef. Before I was born, he used my mother. She was young and beautiful and many young men desired her. He arranged for some of them to be caught in compromising situations with my mother. As an important and influential higher-up in the Syrian occupation forces, he was able to blackmail them into his bed. Some of them refused. They disappeared. Most were compliant and when he got tired of them, they too disappeared. My mother says that Fazzi is not my real father. Because of his fondness for men, she was forced to take a lover. Fazzi found out, arrested him and personally saw to his interrogation. He beat, tortured and raped the poor man and then cut off his genitalia, stuffed them into his mouth and hung him on a hook to die a slow–and what must have been a painful–death. His body was dumped into the Mediterranean. That bastard has used us as his personal harem, to attract men for his perversions. First he used my mother, and now me. No more. Now it is my turn to use him. I want my freedom and you are going to get it for me." "Holy Shit! What the hell have I got myself into?" he said. "Now let me see if I got this right. You want me to be your father's lover, just so that he will allow you to marry me, so you can get away from him?" "When you put it that way–it sounds so, so horrible," she stammered. "But yes, that's it, 'in a nutshell', as you Americans say." "Look, darling, no matter what happens," he said, "one way or the other I'm going to get you out of there, and you don't even have to marry me if you don't want to. Do you think Mary would like to leave Fazzi also?" "I don't know for sure; however, once I am out from under his control, it may be that my mother will be able to either get out herself or make some sort of a deal. I think she has only stayed with him because of me. I told you she was a Christian, and he would never allow her to take me from under his control. I think he fears that she might not only return to Christianity, but have me baptized as a Christian as well. This is what has and will keep him from harming us. I don't think he could live with that." "I'm a Christian. Would he permit our marriage?" Joseph asked. "I think he is going to try to get you to become a Moslem," she said. "However, in any case, if you refuse, he could always make some excuse for not having you convert. He may think no one would dare question him. Besides he could say that, as everyone knows, he did try to arrange marriages for me, but could not make a suitable and honorable one and had to settle for you. But to tell the truth, I think the pig is really in love with you and he just does not care what people may say." "Honey, I think it would be better if you and I just did not engage in sex for the time being," Joseph said seriously. "Aside from the fact that I promised Fazzi that I would not until we married, I don't want the chance of pregnancy to enter into the equation at this time. There are too many things involved here without adding one more." "No sex?" she said incredulously. "Would you really do that for me? What I mean is, I really meant it the other night when I told you I wanted you." "I want you too, but it is too risky right now," he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply. "At this point and until we are free of him, I just don't want Fazzi to have an additional thing to hold over us. However, nothing says we cannot do a lot of heavy petting. I like the feel of your body next to me and I don't want to give that up." They kissed and petted in the car for a while longer and then they headed back home. "Would you like me to come up to your apartment, just to tuck you in, Yussef?" she asked. "Maybe some other time and place. I have to get a good night's rest myself," he said as they left the garage and he walked her to the front door. "Besides, Fazzi might be 'sleepwalking'." He walked her to the door and kissed her good night. On his way back to the apartment he stopped and reported, by cell, to Agent Barns. He told him about the meeting tomorrow, and Bill said it looked like everything was moving along at top speed. He informed the soldier that he already knew about the upcoming cafe meeting, as Worthington had called him yesterday to keep him up-to-date and asked him to check out the place. He then entered the hallway to his apartment and was relieved to find that no one was lurking in the dark. Thanking God, he went upstairs and went to bed. He awoke early and returned to school, stopping at the mess hall for something to eat. The rest of the day was filled with classes and study. After school he changed into civilian clothes and headed back to Paterson for the Worthington meeting. Arriving early, he found Fazzi waiting for him in the library. "Good! You are early. Oh I wish you had dressed in your uniform. You know how I love seeing you in it," Fazzi said as he walked up to Joseph, put his arms around him and kissed his lips. Joseph hugged and kissed him back. "When I came back last night, I half expected to find you waiting for me in the dark," he whispered into the Arab's ear, sending chills up and down his spine. "Maybe after our meeting tonight!" Fazzi smiled, "if we have time. We will see. I know that by the end of the evening we shall both be in the mood for romantic adventure." "Romance?" Joseph questioned. "What are you planning? Worthington, his wife and son are nice people and good friends of mine, to say nothing of the fact that he is to be my future employer." The Three Day Pass Ch. 14 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. Special thanks to L.D. * "That was my driver, he has just crossed the George Washington Bridge." Fazzi said as he put down the telephone, "We still have time, but I think it would be nice if we were there to greet Worthington when he arrives. We will take your car Yussef, and since I know where the cafe is, I will drive. Wait for me in the hall, I want to say good night to Mary before we leave." Fazzi found both his wife and Kassie in the kitchen and told them that they were about to leave the house, and not to wait up, as they would be very late. The women came out into the hallway to say good-bye to Joseph. "Don't wait up for us. Your father has a big evening planned and I just might have to return to base right away." Joseph said after kissing Kassie and saying good night to her mother. As they left the house Joseph handed Fazzi the keys and they got in, and drove off. As they left the estate, Fazzi turned to Joseph and said, "You look very handsome tonight Yussef. I am tempted to forget about this meeting and find a hotel or motel and just spend the evening making love to you." Joseph placed his hand on Fazzi's leg and playfully ran his fingers up and down the older man's thigh. Then he leaned over, nuzzled Fazzi's ear and whispered, "Business first, my hot blooded Arab lover. Perhaps later I will have a long, hard, hot treat for you to enjoy." Then running his hand to Fazzi's groin, his fingers caressed the Arab's hardening penis. "OHHHHHHHHH, Stop! You are such a naughty boy tonight! You will cause me to crash us up if you keep that up," the astonished Arab said as he tried to keep the car from swerving off the road. "Yussef, I can not believe this. Are you telling me that you are beginning to enjoy our 'playtime'?" "Don't you want it to be true?" he asked withdrawing his hand from Fazzi's crotch, "or were you just playing with me, leading me on? Was I to be just another one of your numerous conquests, and then you would throw me over for someone else? Was that all that our 'playtime', as you call it, meant to you????" " NO! NO! It was not like that at all!" the Arab said as he pulled the car out of traffic and onto the shoulder of the road. Turning to Joseph he reached out for him and took him into his arms and kissed him. "Please do not ever even think that," he said breaking the kiss. "I want you to know that I loved you from the first time I set eyes upon you. Yes, I have to confess that for a very short time it was all about sex. I looked at you and saw a vision of Paradise. Your virgin, blond, handsome naked body, covered in different colored silky veils spread out before me. My fingers wanted to reach out and remove one veil at a time revealing your body to me. That was all I wanted, just your body, nothing else. As Allah is my witness, I admit it. Then something changed. Without your doing anything, you made me want to expose my true self to you. It was weird and strange to me. I found myself forced to look upon you in a different way. I still wanted you! However, now I wanted your soul first and then your body. This kind of want was something new to me. I had always wanted the bodies of my lovers, never even thought of their wants, or their feelings. It was then that I decided that I had to have you and would do whatever I had to do to get you." Fazzi said as the tears now streamed down his cheeks. "I just never dared to even dream you would want me, not me, with this old used up body of mine." Reaching into the glove compartment of the car, Joseph pulled out some tissues and wiped Fazzi's tears away and said, "Here, dry your eyes, it would not look good if Worthington were to see you all red eyed. You and I have work to do tonight. We can talk about this later. Perhaps after the meeting if we have time. We can relax and let our feelings come out into the open. Dry your eyes now," he said, kissing his eyes and lips, "and let's get to that meeting. I'm getting hungry." Fazzi got himself together and shifted the car into drive and they continued on to the cafe. They arrived, parked, got out of the car and gave the keys to the parking valet. Standing there Fazzi heard his cell phone ring. He answered and said into the phone, "Excellent timing, we have just arrived ourselves. We will be waiting outside." Then he said to Joseph, "The car will be here in a minute or two. Please, you greet him and make the introductions. Do I look all right? I am so nervous." "You look wonderful, relax 'habibi'. Richard is a regular guy, you will like him and I'm sure he will like you." Joseph said, just as the limo pulled up to the curb. The driver got out and opened the door for Worthington. Richard senior got out of the car and Joseph extended his hand to him and after exchanging greetings he introduced him to Fazzi. "I am pleased to meet you at last Mr. Muhammad, Yussef, as you call him has told me a lot of nice things about you." "He has always spoken most highly of you, too." Fazzi said. "Please, call me Fazzi. When people call me 'Mr.' I think they are talking to my father. Was the ride comfortable?" "Most comfortable and your driver was excellent." Richard said taking Fazzi's extended hand and shaking it, "and please, call me Richard." With Fazzi leading the way, they passed a doorman dressed in flowing robes and a turban, who had opened an ornately decorated heavy door for them. As they passed by him he bowed and touched his fingers to his heart, lips and forehead and wished them 'Marhaba, Mesaa El Kair', Hello, Good evening gentlemen, welcome to the 'Cafe Casablanca'." As soon as they were inside, they were greeted by the owner of the establishment, Mr. Amoz, who in formal Arabic bowed and said, "Ahaaaaa, Sheikh Muhammad, welcome to my humble establishment. It is so nice to see you again, my lord. It has been too long since we have had the honor of serving you. May I assist you with your coats?" After checking their coats, the owner directed them to a low table surrounded by comfortable high cushions and saw to their comfort and seating. "Who is going to dance tonight?" Fazzi asked the host in Arabic. "Dina, a young and most talented dancer from Egypt." The owner said. "I think I have heard of her. She is one of the best. Do you also have a male dancer tonight?" "We usually do have a male dancer, however tonight, he is sick and can not perform. I'm sure that Dina will more than entertain your party tonight. I will see to it that she dances for your table above all others." "That is most unfortunate indeed I so looked forward to proving to my friends that there was such a thing as a male belly dancer.' Fazzi said, then turning to Richard, he apologized for using Arabic, "I'm sorry but the owner's English is.... is... is...Yussef what is the word...?" "Limited?" "Yes. Limited." The Arab said turning to the owner, he asked, "What do you recommend that we eat this evening? These two gentlemen are very important friends and businessmen that I am trying to impress." "Sheikh, for you and your friends, only the best will do, and you shall have it. May I suggest our shish-ka-bob. It is made with lamb that has been marinated for 12 hours then impaled on metal swords with fresh vegetables and roasted to perfection and served over steaming couscous. However, everything else on the menu is also excellent and I will personally make sure the cook treats your order with the utmost respect and care." The owner assured them. He then signaled a waiter to bring the menu. "This young man, Amir, will be your waiter. His English is much better than mine, and he will see to your order. Have a pleasant evening and if you need me–I will be available. Just feel free to call on me." Then in heavily accented English he turned toward Joseph and Richard and said, "I hope you enjoy the evening and that I will have the pleasure and opportunity to see and serve you gentlemen again and often. When you do come in again, please remind me that you are friends of Mr. Muhammad and I will consider it an honor to personally see to your comfort." "Thank you. And we will be sure to remind you." They both said. The waiter came over and recited a long list of specials. When asked about certain dishes he responded that they were all very good and any would please your pallets, however his personal recommendation was the shish-ka-bob. The chef is a Bedouin and no one cooks ka-bobs like a Bedouin. The three of them agreed on the Ka-bobs and in short order a meal fit for kings was set before them. In addition there were several different types of wines offered and served. "It appears that wine is one of those 'concessions' to Western culture that the owner of this place has made." Fazzi said, "Another is that there is no smoking permitted here. In the 'Old Country', in most eating establishments, liqueur would not be openly offered, however, there would be a communal Hooker pipe placed in the center of the table. Most likely there would be some high quality hashish in the bowl. Some of my people prefer that mild drug to wine, but I would rather have a drink." Joseph and Richard both commenting on the quality of the food and agreed that the wine really enhanced the meal and could not see where a drug and the smoke would add anything to its flavor. "I can't think of anything that would improve this evening more." Worthington said. "A Water pipe, might add a bit of 'local color' and atmosphere, but the food, the ambiance and the company are entirely sufficient. Fazzi, I don't recall when I have spent a more delightful evening." "Now, Richard, there I would have to disagree with you." Fazzi said. "There are two additional things that come to mind, and here comes one of them now." The waiter approached the table and with much 'showmanship' poured hot steaming, black Turkish coffee into small glasses set in silver holders from an old highly ornate silver coffee pot. "That pot is called a 'Fin Jon'. You will find one like it, well maybe not as fancy, in almost every Arab household that I know. No true Arab would drink anything else but Turkish coffee. I suggest you at least try this. I'm sure that here you could request decaf or 'filter' coffee if you prefer. However, in the future if you are to deal with us Arabs, you will find that deals are made and sealed over a Fin Jon." They both opted to try the 'Turkish Coffee' and were not disappointed as it added the crowning touch to the meal. "Sip it slowly," Fazzi directed. They drank the hot sweet coffee and munched on sweet Baklava as they sank back into the soft cushions and enjoyed the coffee and conversation. Fazzi asked Worthington questions about investing and how Wall Street really works and Richard gave him his number one sales pitch along with telling him stories of some of the more bizarre things that happened on the street. Along with being charming, Richard was able to get Fazzi to relax and to laugh at some of his stories. Soon the two men became fast friends. With Joseph translating some words and phrases now and then the three men really got to enjoy each other's company. Richard inquired about how much Fazzi and his friends were prepared to invest. Fazzi mentioned that for a start--- perhaps half to three quarters of a million. He was hoping to attract some oilmen to come into the investment club with him. He told him that most of the profits made would be donated to Cultural, Educational and Medical facilities in the Middle East as well as to several Arab institutions here in the United States. "Ahhhh, so, am I right in assuming that you want this "Club" handled like a Charity?" he asked. "Something along the lines of a 'Catholic Charities' type of operation." "Yes, something similar to that is what I had in mind." Fazzi said. "You see most of my friends and I have made it 'big' in America and we feel the need to give some of it back as well as send some help back to our families and friends in the old countries where they have not been so fortunate as we have been. And let us face it, we Muslims could use some 'good will' and good press." "We could set it up like that and also get you a nice tax write-off." Richard said. "I don't see a problem. We could set it up something like the Jews and Salvation Army have set up the united type funds they have. However it would have to be very carefully monitored as I'm sure the government is going to ask a lot of questions." "Yes, I'm sure they will and we would welcome their investigations. We have nothing to hide. Just so long as we are allowed the same considerations as the other charities. We would want all kinds of checks and balances in place. We would have a group of respected community people to serve as board members, headed by myself, to see that it was... kept honest and on the up and up. Yussef, what is that word that I'm looking for?? That Jew word..." "Do you mean 'kosher'?' He offered. "Yes that's it." Fazzi laughed and the three of them joined in his joke. "It must be 'kosher', but in an Arab way." Well as long as it is 'kosher' I can see no reason why we can not arrange something." Richard said and added; "as long as it is going to be for charity I think I can assure you that I myself will lower my fee for handling this for you, by say, oh, a few percentage points. After all why should you be the only ones to get a tax write-off?" "Richard, my friend, you are in business to make money." Fazzi said, "I do not see the need for your giving us a discount. Like our friend Yussef told my committee the other evening when he met with them, 'you should expect to pay a lot of money to make money' and we do expect to pay you top dollar for your advise and help." "Yussef said that! Well I guess I trained him well. One thing is for sure you get what you pay for on Wall Street. And you will pay, but I will see to it that we will all make a lot of money on this. I want your business and I also want the good will of the Arab/American community," Richard said, "and after that I hope to become the funnel though which many millions if not billions of dollars flow. So you see it is not a matter of charity for me, but cold pure profit." The lights in the room lowered and Fazzi leaned forward and said, "Gentleman, we have had our food and coffee and did a little business, now for the piece 'de resistance', the entertainment. The room turned dark and suddenly the most intoxicating music was heard and a small spotlight lit up a small area where the stage curtains came together. Snake-like a woman's hand appeared with little finger cymbals clinking in time to the music. The arm moved, like a cobra, twisting and turning, in time to beat of the music. The arm was followed by a perfect female body clothed from head to foot in different colored silk sheer material that you could almost see through. Both the men and the few women in the place gasped at the sensual body dancing before them. Her headdress was composed of gold coins and gold chains extending down to cover her neck and rest on her shoulders. It acted as pointers to her magnificent breasts. Those breasts were encased in two golden cups that pushed them up and forward. They appeared to move independent of each other, yet were completely controlled by the dancer's body movements. Her dark hair framed a beautiful face with ruby red lips, all this set in flawless olive skin and covered with a transparent thin silk face covering that only directed your eyes to two pools of water that served as her eyes. The music was intoxicating, and she made full use of it to imprison your soul as she flowed like a river around the room as one silk veil after another artfully fell from her body. Her body movements created a sexual fantasy that had the audience on their feet clapping and whistling and screaming for more. Yet, while she hinted, and left little to the imagination she never exposed herself or anything vital. Many of the men tried to insert dollar bills into the waist belt of her costume, but they soon learned that this was not the thing to do as she artfully avoided contact. After a while she danced her way to Fazzi's table and after wiggling her hips and making flirtatious and beguiling belly movements she asked him if he would like to join her on the stage and dance with her. Fazzi declined but instead offered Joseph to her as a dancing partner. Delighted to have the slim good-looking younger man instead of the older man, she took his hand, assisted him to his feet, and directed him to the stage. Feeling his reluctance, she whispered to him, "Don't worry, you will just have to stand there while I dance around you. Just don't move till I tell you." She maneuvered him under a hook hanging from the ceiling and taking one of her silk scarves she quickly and loosely tied his wrists together and raised his hands to the hook making it appear like he was hanging there. She danced around him like he was her captive. She made it appear that she was torturing him with her sexual charms. She rubbed her body against Joseph's squirming form, bringing hoots and hollers from the audience. She ended up swaying her body before him and moving to press her gyrating ass against his cock and she whispered, "bring your arms down around me---NOW!" Joseph lowed his arms encasing her body. The lights went out as she slipped out from his arms and the lights came back on with her standing beside him bowing to a cheering audience and telling him to take a bow also. She returned him to the table and thanked him for helping her. Fazzi then asked her to join them for a drink after she had freshened up. She said she would be pleased to, but only for a short while. She then left to return backstage and walked through the cheering crowd to the rear of the cafe. "You did very well my friend," Fazzi said with Richard agreeing. "There was not a man here that did not envy you." "It was rather fun and someday I might want to learn to dance like that." Joseph said. "She is really something. Do all Arab women know how to dance like that?" "Some Arab fathers insist that their daughters learn to dance like that, just like American fathers have been know to insist their daughters learn ballet or the tap dance." Fazzi informed them. "It is not only a matter of culture, but some of us feel that dancing like that adds to the bridal price value of the girl. Others just get pleasure watching their daughters perform. Perhaps you Americans will misunderstand this part of our culture. I think this is because of your puritanical upbringing. My own daughter has taken such lessons and while not as good as Dina, she could give a respectable performance." After Dina had washed and changed to her street clothes she joined them for a few drinks and friendly conversation. The men joked about the way Joseph had looked so scared on stage. "He was excellent," she protested while smiling at him, "sometimes a man will try to grab me and carry me off. Sometimes they become so aroused that I have to offer them something to cover themselves with. I have had men try to rip off my clothes on stage." Looking up and directing their attention to a bull of a man standing near the exit, she said, "you see that big man over there, the one with all the mussels? He is my protector. He sees to it that I get home in one piece. Gentlemen, I thank you for the drinks but I see him telling me to go now. It was nice to meet all of you. And Yussef, if you ever decide you would like to join my act, I would be glad to have you as a regular. Here is my card. Just give me a call. Good night." The Three Day Pass Ch. 15 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story so far. Special thanks to Iain, Kai and L.D. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. "Yussef, you leave me no choice!" Then after thinking about it for a few moments Fazzi said, "Well, no, that is not entirely true. There are always choices. I could just throw you out. Or I could always drug you and perhaps arrange lots of interesting things to do to you. Some of them I am sure you might find rather unpleasant." Oh boy! Have I gone too far? Joseph thought. Perhaps overplayed my hand? His mind and body moving into the alert stage, he awaited Fazzi's next statements with cold fear gripping his heart. "However for some strange reason, one which until now I have not fully understood, I have always wanted you to come to me of your own free will. I say this is strange because--you are the first man or woman to whom that choice has ever been offered. You were right about my first love. It was just about the way you said before. When he was killed-my life ended also. Never again would I allow my heart to care for anyone. My heart hardened and I fought tooth and nail to get into a position of authority and power. It did not take me long to claw my way to the top. When I got there I found I was in a position to convince, and yes even coerced many lovers, both men and women to do my bidding. Kassie's mother was one of the first and for some stupid reason in order to cover my other activities I married her. After that, those who resisted my advances soon found that I took special pleasure in bending them to my will. There were some who I knew would never surrender. I did not waist any time on them, after all there were plenty of 'fish in the sea'. However if I still wanted them, I just drugged and raped them. "Habibi, you really do not have to tell me all this." Joseph said. His body relaxing a bit now that he felt that the danger had passed. "I know I do not have to, my love," Fazzi answered. "I just want you to know the truth. By the time you and I met, I guess I had just become tired and worn-out. Mary and I had not been intimate almost from the beginning. When we moved to America I found myself in this strange society, one where man/man relationships were not the norm. I was no longer the good-looking young cock parading around. There was no more fire left in me. Then, one Friday afternoon, you came to the Mosque and I spotted you. You-for some reason, you were different. Perhaps it was that when I looked at you, I saw myself 22 years before. Perhaps it was the uniform, I do not know. All I know is that you stirred something in me. I had to have you, but only as a willing partner. The days and especially the nights when we are apart, my mind pictured you taking me into your strong arms and injecting me with the elixir of youth again. All of a sudden the fire returned. It was like I was reborn. I thought of you all the time and I just had to have you. But I wanted you to come to me. Now you tell me that I must be your slave. My foolish, darling Yussef, are you a blind fool--can you not see that from the very first, I already was that? I became your slave, if not in practice-then in fact. YES! I agree and welcome you to my bed and on your terms. I am your willing sex slave, as I have been from the start. I beg you--Please make love to me, NOW!" "No!" Joseph said, "no, not as a sex slave but as a partner. Let us try to be full partners in everything. The two of us together will be as equals, both inside your bedroom and outside it. I want us to be lovers and confidants as much as possible. Is that understood?" He knew he was really pushing it now, again perhaps too far. Tears formed in Fazzi's eyes as he said, "I have never had anyone like that in my life. Not even my first lover. Do you really mean that you and I would be lovers, partners and share our hopes and lives together? Become one, together?" "Yes." Joseph nodded. "That is something I never thought possible, let alone would ever have, at least not in this life. It would be like paradise on earth. It will take time to get used to, but I think I would love that. I agree, but there may be some things that for now we will not be able to share--just yet." "Yes, I realize that there may be some, but we will just have to work on resolving those things together, as they come up." Joseph said as he gathered Fazzi into his arms hugging him, relieved at last that the danger had passed, for now. He felt a new sense of power flow over himself as the once strong, mature body of the man disintegrated before his eyes. He placed his lips on Fazzi's broad, muscular shoulders and moved them back and forth planting little kisses along the way. His fingertips lightly passed over the skin of the sobbing man, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Joseph placed his open mouth on the man's neck and at first blew his hot breath over the olive colored skin. Then his lips sucked in some loose flesh. While sucking the soft neck skin into his mouth, the tip of Joseph's tongue could feel the blood pumping through a neck artery. Fighting a desire to sink his teeth into that flesh, he forced himself to be content with just tasting the saltiness of the skin. God have I sunk so low as to become a Vampire, thought Joseph as he laughed to himself. Deftly rearranging their bodies so that they were spooning, Joseph's arms encircled the Arab, pulling the middle-aged body against his. His lips sucked on Fazzi's ear as his fingers moved over his hairy chest playing with his nipples. Then the fingers of one hand moved down to the Arab's circumcised cock. They circled the penis and lightly squeezed it. Fazzi placed his hand on top of Joseph's hand, guiding and directing his fingers up and down the shaft. They lay there, the Arab's soft ass pressing against the strong, young, hard manhood of the soldier. Fazzi moaned and whimpered as he felt the fingers of Joseph's other hand reach down to cup and fondle his balls. At this point, unable to control himself, the Arab's piss slot started to leak copious amounts of pre-cum. Joseph's big cock was now pressing along the valley formed by the twin ass globes of the now completely subservient Arab. The American could feel his foreskin rubbing over the puckered rosebud of the 'old desert rat', who now spread his legs and reached down directing Joseph's cock so that it nested between his thighs. Fazzi ran his fingertips along Joseph's foreskin, moving it back and forth while encasing Joseph's cock in the area between his balls and ass slot. "Oh yes Yussef, I love feeling your manhood on my ass. I want to feel it enter me, to possess me and conquer me. Yes, you were so right about my wanting to be dominated. I can see that now. I am so tired of giving the orders-I want to be the one who is loved and taken care of again. I have missed that so much. I know now, that from the first time my fingers groped that big cock of yours under the table, I wanted you to fuck me. Then when I saw it, I knew I needed your long cock deep in me. I wanted to feel that foreskin rubbing my 'hot spot'. I want you and I do not want to share you, not even with my daughter. Yes! Yes! Yes! Everything you said is true." Fazzi turned his head so that he could see the look on Joseph's face. He kissed him deeply, and said. "Fuck me, Yussef, please, I am begging you now! I need you in me." Joseph turned the Arab onto his stomach and then reached into the night table drawer. Fumbling around he found the condoms and KY Jelly he had stored there. Applying a large dab of the KY to his finger he rubbed it over Fazzi's rosebud and then pushed his finger into his ass. Plunging it past the ring he worked the finger around inside the tight hot chamber. Working the ring and inserting two fingers and then three, he continued to loosen up the love hole. Leaning over Fazzi, he whispered in his ear, "Habibi am I doing this right? I am not hurting you, am I?" "You lied to me lover! Where did you learn all this?" Fazzi moaned as Joseph continued to finger fuck his rectum. "And here I thought you were an innocent virgin that I would have to train and teach." Joseph snickered as he continued to ream out the Arab's ass. He leaned over and lightly bit the ear of the moaning man and said to him, "Habibi, I never told you I was a virgin, much less innocent. I have had lots of women, some of whose cunts and asses I have plowed. A hole is a hole. A man's hole may be a bit tighter and need a bit more preparation. I have always used lubed condoms and to make it a bit easier, some KY jelly. Besides, since that first time together here in this bed, I somehow knew we would wind up like this. I stored the lube and condoms in the night table drawer just in case. I also did a lot of reading. I had to learn all I could because I wanted our first time together to be 'special'. Reading also convinced me that I wanted to be the 'top'." He removed his fingers and quickly rolled a condom over his shaft. He then took his cock in his hand and ran it along the slippery ass valley and over the twitching rosebud. Pressing the tip of his condom clad dick against the hot, soft yielding flesh he heard what sounded like a ripping sound...At first he had thought it was the rubber ripping, then he realized that it was not a ripping sound, but rather a buzzing sound and it was coming, not from the Arab's ass, but from the kitchen.... "Shit, what the fuck is that?" Joseph screamed in exasperation. "Damn! It sounds like my cell phone. I must have left it in the kitchen, along with my pants." Fazzi said, "I should have shut it off. I bet it is my driver telling me he has dropped off Richard." "Damn, forget the fucking thing. Not now when I'm about to blow your lovely ass open with my cannon. Don't answer it," Joseph said disgustedly, "every time I get a real hard on ... a phone goes off!" "I am sorry, but I have to answer it, Habibi. At this hour it could be important. Besides if he can not get me on the cell phone, he will call the house and I do not want Mary to know we are home just yet." He said, smiling as he got off the bed and went into the kitchen. "Keep that field gun of yours loaded and ready, just do not start without me. I will be right back. I will make this as fast as possible. It should not take too long." Joseph heard him fumbling around and then opening the cell he heard him say, "hello, yes--there is a Private Benson here, please hold one minute." A naked grinning Arab returned with Joseph's cell phone in his hand. "It is your phone, not mine." Taking the phone he said rather sharply, "Benson here." "I take it you are not alone. Just answer me, using yes or no. Do you know who this is?" "Yes." "Listen carefully, and don't ask questions. Are you at the apartment? Is that Fazzi with you?" Barns asked. "Yes." "Are the two of you alone?" The FBI Agent asked. Joseph sheepishly answered, "Yes." "O.K. You are to do exactly as I say. Pack up and get the hell out of there. Now! Make the excuse you are being called back to base on alert. You have less than half an hour to get out. As soon as you are off the estate call me. Do you understand?" "Yes sir. At once!" "Move it! Now! And call me later. That's an order." Barns said and rang off. "Yes captain," he said into the now dead phone as he swung his legs off the bed and ripped the condom off his softened cock. "I'm on my way now." And then he shut the phone. "I'm sorry, it's the fucking army again." He said. Getting up and running into the bathroom while he tried to explain to the bewildered Fazzi that he had to rush back to the base. Telling him that something was up and he did not know what. Throwing the rubber into the toilet and flushing it down. He washed his hands and started to gather his stuff together. He dressed in fatigues and with Fazzi helping him; they packed the rest of his gear into his bag. "I apologize habibi. I just don't know how long I will be gone, but we will take up where we left off as soon as possible." He said and kissed the poor befuddled man. "I know the mood is broken and it may never be the same but you are just going to have to get used to this sort of thing if we are going to continue." "I am very disappointed, Yussef. I can see you are as upset as me-if not more then I am. Is there any way I can perhaps give you some quick relief?" "Thank you dear, but no, damn it, I have to get going. Again I want to apologize." Joseph said kissing him again. "No need to apologize, if anyone should know how the military works, it is I. This alert is probably nothing important. Most likely just some idiotic general who gets his kicks out of seeing how fast he can get the troops to react. Hey, I should know. I used to do it all the time with my own men. It is one of those tools we all used to keep the troops on their toes. Now I guess Allah is paying me back," he laughed. "Just drive carefully. I need you in one piece the next time we meet." Joseph opened the door, threw Fazzi another kiss and ran down the stairs to his car. Fazzi hurriedly dressed himself and then returned to the main house both laughing and cursing at the same time. Joseph drove the BMW off the estate and about a mile from the entrance he pulled over to the side of the road and put in a call to Barns. "I'm clear. What's the scoop,' he asked Barns. "A combination of real stupid foul-ups." Bill told him. "You were with Fazzi and Worthington tonight?" "Yes, tonight was their first face to face meeting, and it went very well." Joseph said. "What has that got to do with my having to leave so quickly?" "Well just as I was leaving my office, Richard called me to report on the meeting. He told me it went very well and what a great time all of you had. He even gave me a "Bump and Grind" review of your stage performance. However on the way back to his office he noticed that the Fazzi's driver was, and these are Richard's words, 'packing iron'. I had to keep from laughing as I tried to explain to him that drivers sometimes serve as bodyguards and that he was not to worry about it. Anyway since he was now safe at home and out of danger there was no need to worry and I would look into it in the morning. After I hung up I get a flash on the inter-agency radio that an 'Arab looking man' driving a limo over the George Washington Bridge was stopped, questioned and searched. They found the gun. The driver tried to tell them he had a license, but that his 'permit to carry' was left at home. On top of this they discovered some suspicious looking literature in Arabic, including what looked like maps of lower Manhattan with the street locations and some handwritten notes in Arabic. The next thing you know we have a terrorist plot to blow up the bridge as well as certain areas of lower Manhattan. After they questioned the driver and found out whom he was working for, the locals radioed us for permission to raid Fazzi's place. Knowing you must be there; I had to stall them at least until I could get your ass out of there. I have no idea how this is going to 'go down' but the one thing I knew is that I did not want you caught in any possible raid. They have just been issued a warrant and they should be there any minute now." "Holy shit, what do we do now?" "As they say in football, 'Fall back and punt'!" Barns joked. "I'm going in with them and will try to diminish the damage as much as I can. I'll try to make Fazzi think that the army has been called out on alert. That should take care of your ass. One thing thought, how come Fazzi answered your phone?" "Bill-you don't really want to know that, do you? I was gathering information. One thing is for sure, I don't think I would have liked you and the police to have pounded down the door on us." "Oh a new method of interrogation, I see," he said. "Man you are good. I want a full report on what you might have learned. For now, you get your ass back to base and I'll try to fix things up, one way or the other. I'll call you and let you know what happened. I just hope there are no other weapons or explosives on the estate. That is all we need to find there!" On the drive back to base the soldier thought about how things were turning out. Joseph hoped that they would not find anything incriminating at the estate. He was beginning to believe and hope that the Muhammad family was really just a family of immigrants trying to grab the American Dream and make it their own. Perhaps it was because he wanted to believe that no man was capable of being the type of beast both Barns and Kassie painted him as being. Was he beginning to fall for the man? Who knew? He could hear Barns telling him over and over, be careful, Joseph, remember he was a Syrian intelligence officer and for all we know he might still be one. Damn, he was getting too emotionally involved. This was the second time that he had been forced to go home with blue balls. Poor Rich was going to get his ass raped this weekend, for sure! I better call and warn him. No, I think maybe I'll just pop in and crawl into his bed while he is asleep. Oh! Damn it, his body yearned to be spooned with Rich's. As he thought about is prospect his cock began to harden again. For now, he forced his mind to abandon these thoughts and concentrate on all the studying he had to do the rest of this week. He had tests all next week but by next Friday he should know if he had passed his exams and if he was going to graduate. He was sure he would graduate. The only question would be his standing in the class. Right now, what he needed was a good nights sleep and after parking in the school parking lot he headed to his quarters and his bed, where he blacked out as soon as his head hit the pillow. The next morning, not waiting for the call, he placed one to Barns and was told that everything worked out OK. The driver did have a gun permit, although he had left it at home. The papers in the car proved to be directions to Worthington's office and the map was computer generated with street names in Arabic so he could read them. The Police insisted on doing a fast search anyway and questioned Fazzi about the meeting that evening and who was involved so that they could verify his story. Fazzi had been told that the incident had caused the Army to go into a standby mode. They did apologize and while they were sorry for the inconvenience, that in the future, he should see to it that the driver carried the gun permit at all times. He then called Fazzi, who told him about the same story he had heard from Barns. "Can you imagine them thinking I was a terrorist and about to blow up the George Washington Bridge." Fazzi said. "What idiots! They came charging in here like a bunch of movie cowboys!" "They were just doing their job." Joseph told him, trying to calm the still excited Arab down. "We are just lucky that they didn't shoot up the place first and ask questions later. Anyway, by the time I got back, we were told to forget about the alert. I guess they were embarrassed and want to keep the whole incident a secret or something." "Yes I can see why they would want that. I guess we are lucky that someone was not shot, the way they charged into the place. If I had not been right there when they started to pound on the door they might have broke the door down. I keep thinking that if you had not left and they had burst into the room...we would both be red faced. The Three Day Pass Ch. 16 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. ***** (End of chapter 15) Rich's body exhausted fell on the willing victim of his sexual release. Their lips locked together in a hot torrid kiss that soon faded as the both succumbed to the exhaustion and satisfaction of sexual gratification long denied. And they fell asleep in each other's arms.... Chapter 16 Joseph awoke the next morning with a smile on his face. The odor of fresh brewed coffee filled the air. Mixed with this was the smell and sound of potatoes and eggs frying. It was like heaven. "I see you decided to join the living." Rich said, as he poured a fresh cup of Java for Joseph and brought it to him in bed. "I think you will find this coffee more to your liking. I just got a new coffee pot and I even think I learned how to make a decent cup for you." Taking a sip and smiling he said, "HEY THIS IS NOT BAD! In fact it is very good. Besides being one hell of a great bed partner, you are turning into a decent cook. You found the way to my heart. Nothing starts the day better than a good cup of coffee–well almost nothing. Come give me a kiss, but do it gently. I don't want to spill this elixir." Rich leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips and said, "Your favorite breakfast will be ready soon. You go take a shower. By the time you are finished we should be ready to eat." "My favorite food for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks is you." Joseph said, getting out of bed and putting his cup on the table. "Come here and let me take a little bite out of you." Gathering Rich into his arms he kissed him hard and deep. "Now my little hussy, tell me about this 'Bed Partner' that you almost had in OUR bed last night." "No! Not until after you shower and damn it, take a shave!" Rich said, as he rubbed his face where Joseph's beard had scratched it. "I'll fill you in on everything at the table." "Ok, that's a deal. I have a lot to tell you also. Some of it you might even like!" the soldier said as he walked into the bathroom to perform his morning ablutions. Rich prepared their food and set it in the oven to keep warm while he made the bed and cleaned up the mess they had made last night. The room was neat and orderly when Joseph came out of the bathroom dressed in a 'T' shirt and khaki pants. "The first thing I'm going to buy when I graduate is some clothes that are not brown or Khaki and a pair of black shoes. Something that will make me forget about the army." He said sitting down to eat. Rich placed his food on the table before him and joined him. "Dad tells me you made a very sexy victim for that belly dancer the other night. You and I are going to have to go to that Cafe together sometime. Was she really as beautiful as dad said? Did she really give you her address and phone number? Not that I blame her for trying, but you are mine or have you forgotten that?" "You know I haven't forgotten it babe. Now tell me about this strange man you almost invited up for a bedtime romp last night." "Well he isn't strange at all. You knew him before I did." Rich said and told him all about Frank Gordon and what a good friend he had turned out to be. "He likes to put on this big act and there are times when it's hard to tell if he is serious or not, but he always behaves himself. He says he still wants the two of us in his bed... but if either of us were to say 'yes', I think he would run for the hills. Anyway he always says to give you a kiss on your ass for him." Laughing and then turning so serious that the words came out in a torrent the soldier started to babble, "Look Rich, I have something to tell you that you will not like. I seems that I have gotten myself into a bit of a problem and I can't get out of it, at least not yet. I have always been honest with you, and you know that you are the only one that I love. I want you to keep that in mind when I tell you what has been going on." "Oh, oh! This sounds real serious. There is only one thing I want you to tell me first, Joseph. Do you want to split up with me–is that what this is all about? I can take the truth, really I can and I would rather have it. I don't want to be lied to, not by you." Reaching over and taking Rich's hand in his, he lifted it palm up to his lips and kissed it. "Darling, I never knew what love was or could be like until I met you. If I thought we would split up, I would be devastated. I will never stop loving you. You on the other hand, might not want me after what I have to tell you. I swore to you when I started this that I would keep you informed. Please remember that I did ask your permission to do this. However, it has now reached the point where I can no longer be 100% true to you. Well I am true to you but... in order to get information..." "Oh God, no!" "Let me tell you everything before you speak." Joseph said. "Another question first." Rich demanded. "Yes anything." "Will it be just the two of us in the end?" Rich asked. "That was, is and will be up to you. As far as I'm concerned, even if you threw me out, I would still love you. I love you and your family and what I have to do; I'm doing for you and them... This thing is so important; that I feel it not only constitutes a direct threat against us, but also to everyone else in the country, if not the world. I cannot tell you more than that, but when I say all our lives and all our futures may depend on doing this, I am not exaggerating one iota. On that fact, I will take an oath. It may be too late for me to back out now without exposing the fact that the F.B.I. is on to this entire operation. A lot of hard work will go down the drain, but get out I will, if you insist. This will be our last chance! After this I will not be able to disengage myself without possibly getting kill..." "There will be no backing out of anything." Rich insisted. "I think it is too late for that. It's no longer just you and me—but my father and mother are so worked up that I think they would be so disappointed that they would disown me." "Forget about them. While I do love them, it's just you and me that I'm concerned about here. This has to be your choice not theirs. You say the word now and it's over–now or never–once and for all!" Rich moving close to him kissed his lips and said, "No Joseph, I will not ask you to stop. I want you to continue. I will never question your motives or your love for me again. Now and in the future you can either tell me everything that has been going on or not–either way–it's your 'Play'." So Joseph told him everything, including the part about Fazzi possibly asking Mary and Kassie to leave. "Is he going to do that so that he would be free to have you move in and be his lover full time?" Rich asked. "Fazzi will never be 'My Lover', not in any sense of the word, not full time, not part time nor any time. That title is reserved for you. You and I will still be together on weekends and whenever I could get to see you," the soldier assured him, "and then there is my army job at the school." "If I were to say no to this you would then tell the F.B.I. that you want out of this deal. That would leave the army free to use you as it sees fit." Rich observed. "They could even send you off as a translator and put you up in the front lines, and you could get killed." "Nothing has changed there. Hey baby, that's what I GET PAID FOR. Remember from the very first, I told you that I'm a paid killer. One way or the other, the government has the right to use me anyway it wants as long as my enlistment holds out. You knew this when we started seeing each other. "Yes I knew it. And you keep telling me it, over and over. I want you here and in one piece. If you are going to get killed I want you killed here in the USA not on some street or back alley in a place whose name I cannot even pronounce. Just be careful and make sure you protect yourself. And that not only applies to using condoms. This is the last time I want to hear about this. I don't want to hear the details of your bed escapades with Fazzi. When we are together: it will be our time. The other time is your 'office work'. Understand?" "I love you Rich for as long as you will put up with me." The rest of the day they spent the time doing what lovers always do. They made love countless times and when it was time for Rich to go to the theater, Joseph tagged along and watched the play from the wings. He discovered that Rich did have talent and that people liked his performance. When he appeared on stage, he lit up the stage. After the last act, the soldier went back to his dressing room to congratulate him. While waiting for him to get into street clothes there was a knock on the door. "Answer that, will you Joseph?" Rich shouted from the bathroom. He went to the door and opened it and there stood Frank Gordon. "Well, look what the Army let out! It's good to see you again." Frank said as he embraced Joseph. "Maybe I better leave and let the two of you-––do what you do together." "No Frank, please stay. I want to thank you for being here for Rich when he needs it. He has told me all about your kindnesses to him." From the bathroom he heard Rich ask who it was. Over his shoulder, directing his voice to the bathroom Joseph called out, "Rich it is my 'on duty' replacement. I think he should join us for the evening." Then to Frank he said, "you will join us, we were going out for a late night snack and a few drinks and then to bed. It is still true that you are still interested in taking the two of us to bed?" Turning all shades of purple and fumfering so much that he almost had a heart attack. "You are kidding---I hope. Don't do this to an old man!" "Well at least join us for the snack and drinks," said Rich coming out of the bathroom, walking up to Frank and kissing him on the cheek. Then placing Frank between them, they marched him out of the room while patting his ass and giving it little squeezes. They went to a neighborhood Bar and Grill and ordered something to eat and drink. The three of them shared a circular booth together with Frank between them. The two young guys rubbing their legs against Frank and now and then leaning into him to place kisses on his reddening face. "Enough is enough." He finally said. "I have learned my lesson. No more playing around...when do I get to fuck your hot young asses?" The three of them looked at each other and burst out in fits of laughter. "Both of you knew that I was just kidding all the time, didn't you?" "Yes we did, but we just thought we would call your bluff and have a little fun." "Yes but what if I had taken you two up on it, what would you have done then?" "But you didn't and now you will never really know, will you?" "You two make me feel young again. I love the both of you. I am going to get the hell out of here before I decide to act like a fool and take you up on that bedtime fantasy." Frank said, and then he offered to drive them home. "I think we will make a night of it." Joseph said. "I want to take Rich up to Central Park for a carriage ride. I feel in a real romantic mode and that would end a perfect day for me. What do you say lover? Do you feel in the mood for a little love making in a horse drawn carriage?" "Yeahhhhh! You sure you don't want to join us, Frank? I think we could squeeze you in between us?" Rich asked. "I told you I learned my lesson. You two go on and have fun. I'll just go home and play with myself. Good luck on your tests this coming week. Maybe we can get together for a little graduation party at 'Reinzi's' some evening soon." Frank said as he was leaving. "That would be nice—Maybe in about two or three weeks, after I get settled into my new schedule, that is, unless the army has other plans for me." They left for Central Park and took a few turns around the park and then went home where they stayed up most of the night and just talked about the future. The next day they took the car and rode out to visit Rich's parents on the Island. The family sat in the library and Worthington and Joseph went over the outline of what Rich's dad was going to propose to Fazzi and his partners. Joseph asked a lot of questions and took notes. He wrote in both Arabic and English. Rich observed this and questioned why the two languages. "If I'm going to have to translate any or all of this, I better know the terms and processes in both languages as well as the ins and outs and all the details. Nothing looks more amateurish than having to stop and look up a phrase in a dictionary when you are trying to sell something to someone." Joseph said. "I knew you had what it takes Joseph," Rich's father said. "I can't wait till you are free to go to school and learn the business. With your brains and my good looks we are going places.... 'Worthington & Benson Investments', I can almost see it now.... Say, we could even send you to school to learn a few belly dancing routines. That could be another tool in our arsenal." "Yes." said Rich's mother. "Richard told me about the belly dancing and I think some of his women clients would just love to see you hootch-y-kooch-ying half nude before them. They might even stuff stocks, bonds and cash in your "G" string." "Well it's not a strip-tease act." Richard said. "It is even more enticing than that. It is art-pure art. Nothing dirty about it...Seductive yes...Alluring definitely, but not dirty." They talked and planned the rest of the day. After lunch Rich and Joseph found the time to walk along the beach. It was real cold out there. The winter wind blowing off the ocean did little to prevent them from acting like it was a warm spring day. But, not for too long, as reality finally crept in and they had to leave for the city. Rich had an evening performance and Joseph wanted to get back to base and get ready for the big week. Joseph dropped Rich off at the theater. Rich's parting words to Joseph were to be careful and do a good job on those tests. As he stood there watching the BMW move away, Rich kept wondering if maybe he should have told the soldier to drop the whole Fazzi thing. He had this sense of foreboding, which he kept trying to push out of his mind as he turned and went into the theater. As Joseph drove away and headed for the bridge, in his mind he asked himself, should I stop at the estate or not? I better not. I don't want to start anything this late. It's best to wait until Kassie and Mary are gone. It's best to just go back to the base. I have to be fresh and ready for the final exams. The next week brought on the long awaited tests. What surprised Joseph and Ibrahim was the fact that for the most part the tests contained almost nothing of the material that they had studied and had reviewed over and over. The tests themselves were difficult. The fact that they had studied so hard and then found little if any of that stuff there, really pissed them off. In spite of it all Joseph thought he had done very well. His contact with the Arab community had paid off and he found himself doing fine. By Wednesday he had begun to relax. By Friday afternoon the marks were posted. At the top of the list was Private Joseph Benson...Ibrahim was third and between them was a Christian of Lebanese extraction. Ibrahim jokingly said that the army was prejudiced against Muslims, but even he said that he had to admit that he had goofed up on one of the essay questions. However being third was not that bad. Only a few percentage points separated the three top students. Graduation was set for Monday. As soon as Joseph saw the posted schedule he went into the company office to arrange for Fazzi and the family's permission to attend. "No problem," the company clerk said. "I will take care of it for you. Just fill out this security information form and I will see to it that a pass is waiting for them at the main gate. We are going to have a special bus to transport all of the guests to the school. So, are we are finally going to meet this girl of yours? Remember you were going to see if she had a sister for me." "I'm sorry but she does not have a sister. I'll ask about a friend if you like." "Yes that would be nice. Make sure you introduce her to me. Williams said. "I can ask her myself. By the way let me offer you my congratulations on your passing out on top. The C.O. just asked me to have you paged. There is someone in with him and they both want to see you. Wait I'll inform them that you're here." He pressed the inter-com button and announced, "Private Benson is here sir. Shall I send him in now?" "Yes Williams, please do," the Captain said. Joseph entered and saluted and said, "Private Benson reporting, as ordered, Sir!" "At ease and have a seat, Benson," the C.O. said, "you know Mr. Barnes?" Joseph nodded that he did. "First let me congratulate you on the excellent record you have amassed here at the school." The C.O. said smiling. "Is it really true that you never knew any Arabic before you started the school?" "Yes Sir, that is the truth. Not one word." "Amazing! Look Private Benson, I have to admit that lots of us, including myself, never thought that this would work. Yet here we are with our first graduating class. You really are a great group and we could not be prouder of all of you. And to have as our top student someone who never even spoke a word of Arabic pass out on top... When you consider the fact that we had quite a few students who were brought up in the language, who would have expected that the top student would not have come from that group. That was too much to hope for. Just how did you do it?" "Sir, I really can't explain it myself, the only language I ever spoke or heard was English and I barely graduated from High School. Ibrahim, my roommate, and some friends from the Paterson Arab community really deserve most of the credit." "I reiterate, Amazing!" The C.O. shaking his head said over and over. "Anyway, now down to business. Mr. Barns is here to tell you something, that while I'm sure you know something about this, it is really new to me. It would appear that you have been transferred to another government agency, the FBI and your cover will be teaching here at the school. You will be under Mr. Barns' direct command. I will be the only person to know of your 'double life'. You will be posted as a teacher in training. Someone who will fill-in for a sick teacher now and then. It will look like you are just a substitute instructor here at the school. Perhaps you could also find the time to give a special lecture on various subjects, but you will have no assigned regular duties. If you refuse this duty, I promise you that I will try to pull a few strings of my own to get you assigned here full time. I cannot guarantee it, but I really like the idea of having your services full time." "Sir, there is nothing I would like better than working full time for you at the school, but, there is a bigger job that Mr. Barns has assured me must be done first." Joseph diplomatically told him. "However, once that job is done, I think I would welcome the opportunity of teaching here. There are a few subjects that I would love to add to the curriculum. One would be a lecture or two on modern Arab psychology." The Three Day Pass Ch. 17 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. End of Chapter 16 "I love you Yussef, habibi." Kassie said. "And Kassie-I love you too!" "Joseph is there any chance that you and I? I mean one day, that we could...?" "Habibi, let's let the future take care of itself. Just be happy that both you and Mary can start to live, at last, in Freedom..." Chapter #17 Monday morning dawned clear, cold and bright. Most of the troops were a bit hung over from celebrating the end of finals. Joseph had a few drinks in the "Enlisted Men's Club" and he and Ibrahim had spent the evening commiserating over the end of school and what might happen now that it was ending. "What happens now?" Joseph asked Ibrahim. "Do we get posted to our new duty stations right away?" "I would think so. They do need translators right away. We will most likely be assigned to new duty stations right after the formal graduation and then given a 14 day leave to report to the new duty station. Most of us will go to Iraq right away. The need for Americans who speak the language is so great that they may even forgo the 14-day leave. Joseph if you and Kassie are going to be married I would suggest you do it A.S.A.P. You may never get another chance to do it for a long, long time." "You may be right there. However, there have been some problems that have come up." "What problems?" Ibrahim asked. "Well, the difference in our religions for one. I did not think it would become so important, but it has." Joseph lied. "Fazzi refuses to give his 'blessing' to the union, unless I give up my religion and submit to Allah. And I'm not about ready to do that." "Well I hate to say it–but–I told you so. What are you going to do now?" Ibrahim asked. "Well Kassie and I, decided to take a break from each other," he continued to lie. "Mary is going to take her on a long visit to her relatives in Michigan and if we still feel the same way about getting married in a year, then he will consent." "And Kassie agreed to this?" "Yes, reluctantly she did. Anyway by that time I will have less than a year to serve on my enlistment and we will both be better able to make a life for ourselves." Joseph said. "So you and I had better keep in touch because I will still want you to be my best man." "Well we will see what the future brings. A year is a long time and a lot can happen in that time." "Yes it can and another thing he wants me to do." Joseph continued. "He made me promise, that if I were stationed in the Jersey area, I would continue to live at the apartment. I guess he wants to keep a close eye on me. Perhaps even to try to convince me about converting. I agreed to this because I have gotten used to living off base and I even like that apartment. Besides I get free room service and laundry." He joked. "Well do what you want. If it was me, I would just take the woman and marry her right now." "For all I know, you might be right. But I don't want our life together to start out that way. We will have enough problems without adding an angry to the list." Joseph said. The next morning, after a fitful nights sleep, the two of them got ready for the school graduation ceremonies. They walked down to the auditorium where the ceremony was to be held. By 1000 hrs the buses loaded with relatives and friends had begun to arrive. As Fazzi, Mary, and Kassie got off the transport, Joseph ran up to them and kissed and greeted them. After introducing them to some of his classmates and seeing that they were seated in a good area he joined the rest of his class. At 1100 hrs the company commander got up and started the commencement exercise. The usual speeches and congratulatory remarks were made. Then the graduates were called up to the dais to receive their certificates. They were called one by one, by alphabetic order to get their certificates of graduation, that is all except Joseph. The Commanding Officer had purposefully left him for last. After the rest of the class had received their certificates, the Commanding Officer then said, "That leaves just one last graduate. I did not forget him; I saved him for last because he has been a special student. He is the best of the best. He passed out at the top of the class. This school has decided not to waist his talent. We have decided to take him on as a teacher in training. He will be staying on here at the school and teaching other students what he has learned here. Private Benson, please come up and accept your certificate of graduation. Well done!" The assembled graduates and their families applauded as Joseph sheepishly made his way to the podium to accept his diploma. After receiving it, the C.O. held him there and then announced to the audience, "As everyone knows the position of being a teacher here at this school carries with it the rank of Sergeant. I am therefore pleased and privileged to also present to you this notification of promotion to the rank of Sergeant, congratulations." After the ceremony a group of Joseph's friends came over to shake his hand and congratulate him on the promotion. Fazzi and his family crowded around him and Kassie hugged him and kiss him. "I am so proud of you, habibi." Kassie said. "I owe this all to you and your family." He said kissing her. "All of you have taught me so much. I would not have been able to do it without that help." Taking Fazzi in his arms and hugging him he whispered in his ear, "I hope you have set up everything. I can't wait to thank you privately for everything." "Yes everything is arranged. We will talk about the details later when we are alone. I cannot believe that the women are taking all this so well. Mary is especially pleased with the financial arrangements. Kassie is still not happy to be leaving you, but she will adapt to it. She is used to me deciding what is best for her and she will obey." Following the ceremonies there was a luncheon for the graduates and their guests. Joseph introduced the family to his friends and Corporal Williams joined them at lunch. Kassie told him that she would try to see about finding him a nice woman, but that all of the Arab girls she knew were raised in traditional homes and were already spoken for by the time they were 12. Meanwhile, Fazzi and the Commanding Officer got into a heated debate about the Arab contribution to the first Gulf War. They argued about the effectiveness of the Arab troops, but came to no concussions. "We disagree, but you do make some interesting points, Mr. Muhammad, and I would love to hear more of your views." The Captain said. "Perhaps Sgt. Benson will ask you to lecture as part of the additional program he told me he was going to institute at our school. I do hope you can find the time. We Americans tend to become set in our thinking and need to be shaken up now and then. It does us good to hear what the other side has to say and how it feels." "Need I remind you that in that war, we were on the same side? Joseph has already talked to me about this and I have told him that as long as there are no loaded weapons in the room–I would be glad to expound on the "Arab View" of things." Fazzi said with a twinkle in his eye. "Perhaps I could even give the lecture in Arabic... and in the process also show that there is another purer form of the language than the one taught here? You might have noticed that Yussef is now speaking with a middle-eastern accent as opposed to an African accent he learned here. While the words are mostly the same it is, at least to our section of the world, purer and more understandable. Sort of like Cockney and Oxford English, but not quite that bad." "Yes I can see where we do have a lot to learn and we would be very happy to hear your views." The Officer said. "I will encourage Benson to include several speakers from the Arab community of Paterson to come and lecture. It is such a shame that we have wasted such a well of information just sitting on our doorstep. Perhaps, Yussef as you call him, could also get your daughter to give a lecture on some of the finer points of Arab culture. You know from a woman's point of view." "We usually do not permit our women to talk in public, but since she will be leaving my house soon, you will have to take that up with her future husband, Yussef. He has spoiled and Americanized her to the point where she has her own ideas as to how to run her life. Yussef has even encouraged her to take up driving. Such has been his influence on our family. We have not only taught him, but he has educated us." "Well, to judge by you and your family, I would say that Joseph is a good teacher and we look forward to his teaching here." "When will his duties start here?" Fazzi inquired. "Well the next class will start in about three weeks, but there will be teacher training and administrative details to go over in the meantime. Most of the students will be granted a 14-day leave, but the work of the teachers goes on and on, sometimes without let-up. Then Joseph will also have to get settled into his new quarters and there will be lots for him to do." "I do hope you will allow him some leave." Fazzi said. "Oh yes! He will have a lot of time off; it is just that until he is settled and the school is ready to begin there will be lots to do." "Yes as an ex-military man myself, I understand." Fazzi said. "It's just that myself and a group of Arab businessmen in Paterson have formed an investment club and we were going to arrange a meeting with a Wall Street investment firm. We were hoping that Joseph would be available to act as our interpreter at this meeting." "I'm sure we will be able to work something out. As long as the meetings are not on school time, I can see no problem." "Yes they will be arranged so as not to interfere." "As long as he gets back to the school in time for work, it should present no problem." The C.O. said. "It was nice meeting you and your family, but now, if you will excuse me, I would like to congratulate a few of the other students." He bid good-bye to Fazzi and Mary and went to talk to some other students and their guests. Fazzi and Mary rejoined Joseph, Kassie and Williams and the five of them spent the rest of the afternoon socializing with other students and teachers. Fazzi finally was able to talk to Joseph alone after Williams and the women became involved in a discussion. "When will you and I be able to get together, Yussef?" asked Fazzi. "Mary and Kassie will be gone by Tuesday afternoon. I hope to arrange that investment meeting for Thursday late afternoon or evening. Do you think you will be able to make it?" "You call Mr. Worthington and set it up... I'll make it one way or the other." "Now, Yussef, I would not like to see you get into trouble just because of a business meeting." "There will be no trouble. As a sergeant, I will have lots of time off. When you speak to Worthington, please give him my regards." "I was surprised not to see him and his family here today." Fazzi said. "I would have thought that, as close as you seem to be with them, that they would have been here today. Did you remember to invite them? I hope that you did not offend them by not asking them?" "I did not feel it was necessary to invite them. I did not even invite my family from upstate New York. Richard Worthington and his family are not my family–you and your family are more like my real family than either of them." Joseph lied, something he was getting good at. "I just did not think either of them would be that interested in coming to a military ceremony. I knew that you on the other hand, having been in the military, would like it. Besides, after the way you and I parted the last time, I needed to see you again and touch you. I just wish we could just be alone for a few hours. Just you and I." "Me too, habibi." Fazzi repeated as he squeezed Joseph's hand. "We will have all the time we need, soon." The soldier said. "I cannot wait until we take up where we left off, but we will have to wait until Kassie and Mary have gone to Michigan. Saying good-bye to them here today will be hard enough, I do not wish to have to say good-bye to them twice. I am going to arrange a few days off after Kassie & Mary are out of the house. Perhaps, this Wednesday to Friday, if you find that convenient?" "Convenient? It will be wonderful. We could have the meeting with Worthington on Thursday and maybe you can come to Mosque on Friday with me." "Yes I would like that very much. I would also like to do a bit of shopping. I would like to get some new clothes to wear off base. Except for you and the family, I feel ill at ease when I wear my uniform while I'm amongst the Arab community in Paterson." "I was hoping that you would take no notice of that. We can arrange some shopping time, perhaps on Thursday. I can even have a tailor come to the house. I would love to see you dressed in fine hand tailored clothes. I insist that you allow me to buy you a new wardrobe as a 'moving in' gift." Fazzi said. "I can see it now. It is going to be great, just the two of us together in the house and at Mosque. I cannot wait to feel your body beside mine. Perhaps you would like to go out and celebrate our 'union', someplace like that Café we were at the other night? Maybe you would like for me to arrange to have that dancing girl come to the house and give a private performance for us." "Fazzi," called Mary. "It is time for us to leave now." Then hugging Joseph to her she whispered into his ear, "I fear that this will be the last time I shall see you my dear son, I do not know how to thank you. Kassie and I will always be very grateful to you. We shall never be able to repay you." She threw her arms around him and kissed him and held on to him as she broke down in tears. Fazzi almost had to drag her away so that Kassie and Joseph could have a few moments together. "This is good bye then, Yussef. We will not see each other again, will we? Kassie said also in tears. "I don't think so, but you never can tell." The soldier said taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply, "I love you, Kassie. You remember what I said about living a free life? Well, you live it and enjoy it for both yourself and me. Now go with God." Both women, with tears in their eyes, went back to the bus and sat waiting for Fazzi to say his good-bye. "I will not say good bye, Yussef. Only till Wednesday. As Joseph watched the bus pull away Ibrahim came up beside him and said, "You are one lucky dog. A beautiful girl and a promotion as well as a good job; what more could a man want?" "Yes I got it made. Have you any idea where they are going to ship your ass off too? "Most likely to some diplomatic mission. Most of the top graduates will be sent to posts like that. The rest will be assigned as field interpreters. They are needed there and when they get some field experience under their belts they will be used in more productive means." Ibrahim said, "but tonight–we celebrate–we are going to take you to the Enlisted Men's club for a little party and a ceremony called "The wetting of the Stripes". We have to celebrate that promotion of yours Sgt." "Yes, and this party's on me. I'll pay for everything," said Joseph getting into the spirit of the occasion. "How many were you thinking of inviting?" "Well, as long as you're paying–why not the entire Base?" "Hey, let's not blow a whole years salary in one night!" Laughing Ibrahim said, "You idiot, I was kidding. It is an old army custom that, when a friend gets a promotion, his buddies take him out to celebrate. We are going to pay, not you. Since we were going to be partying tonight anyway, celebrating our graduation, we thought it would be nice to kill two birds with one beer bottle and invite you as our guest." After another night of celebration, the next morning the students arose with foggy heads and went to check the company bulletin boards where the duty assignments were posted. It turned out just as Ibrahim had thought. The top students got the 'prime assignments'. They picked up their papers and travel orders and started to pack their gear. Little by little they came to say their good-byes. Soon it was time for Ibrahim and Joseph to part and each pledged to keep in contact. However, army life being as it is, each knew this was most likely the last time they would see each other. It was a sad parting, but one gets used to them in the service. Joseph sat looking at the open door long after Ibrahim left to go on his14 day's leave and to go home. After a while, Joseph reported to Williams and was assigned to his new quarters. It was a nice suite of rooms in the N.C.O. billets. There was a bedroom, combined sitting room and office, a small kitchenette and a bathroom. Although not as spacious as the apartment he had at Fazzi's place, it was never the less nice and would serve his purposes very well. After settling in he called Barns to fill him in. He also called both Richard and his father. He told Rich he would try to see him Friday evening. When he spoke to Worthington, he was told that Fazzi had already called and they had arranged the Thursday meeting and that he would see him there. After the phone calls, he went to the P.X. to pick up some food for the small refrigerator and also to buy some additional Sgt. Stripes. He might as well have that maid at Fazzi's place sew them on his uniforms. Returning to his quarters he found that most, if not all the teachers, had left to go on leave, so he was alone. He used the time to get settled into his new life, and to catch up on some badly needed sleep. Late Wednesday morning came. He awoke to the ringing of the cell phone. "Hello Sgt. Benson here. What can I do for you?" he sleepily answered the phone. "Good afternoon my love," the voice said in Arabic. "They have just left the house. The place is so empty without anyone here. Have you been able to arrange anything like a short leave?" "Yes, I can make it by 1800 hrs, if that ok with you? Is everything set up with Worthington?" "Yes it is. It is set up for Thursday afternoon. I am having some refreshments sent in and we will have a good first business meeting, I hope. Do you think you could make it earlier than six tonight?" "Not much chance of that there are a few things I have to do first, but I will stay over till after Mosque on Friday. If that is ok with you, habibi?" "That is even better, two whole days together. Darling, you don't know how lonely it is here now that the women have left." Fazzi said. "I can not wait to see you." Later that day, Joseph drove up to the main house and as he was getting out of the car Fazzi opened the front door and came out to meet him. He greeted him in the typical Arabic way by hugging him and kissing him on the cheeks. "Welcome my 'Crusader Lover'! Welcome to your new home. I'm so glad to see you. Everything is all set up and you have just about enough time to unpack and wash up before dinner. I will have cook prepare something of a celebratory feast for us. I hope you are hungry." "Yes, habibi, I am hungry, but, but not for food alone. I had a small bite at the base, but, I have a deep hunger for something other than food right now." Joseph said. "Perhaps we could eat later, if you don't mind? The Three Day Pass Ch. 18 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story so far. Keep the letters coming. The end of Chapter #17 Joseph slammed his cock in once, twice, and then...exploded with an erotic growl while he unloaded himself in a flood of cummmm into the condom. Just as the first salvo blasted, Fazzi began soaking the expensive bedcovers with his own passion juice. And with each successive eruption his ass muscles milked Joseph's cock more and more... Chapter #18 Joseph lay exhausted on top of Fazzi, his cock slowly softening and finally popping out. The Arab was in a state of sublime rapture. He was almost comatose, unable to move or do anything except breath heavily. Joseph rolled himself off Fazzi and lay beside him. Fazzi lying on his belly, his face down, while the soldier was on his back, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Fazzi opened his eyes and looked over to Joseph, smiled and said, "Are you OK?" "Yes. Why do you ask?" Joseph inquired. "I'm fine. What about you? Did I hurt you? I did not mean to be so rough. I just lost control and got carried away." "I am fine, better than I have been in many years. Perhaps better than I have ever been. God that was wonderful, I have never felt this way before-not even with my first lover." He moved his face over to Joseph's and kissed him. "I do not know if we will be able to have this bed coverlet cleaned. We might even have to replace it, but it was worth it." Joseph kissed him back and said, "I'm sorry about the cover. You are going to think this is a stupid idea, but maybe we should frame it and hang it as a reminder of our first love session. Perhaps I should show it to the men of the village to prove that we consummated our union by making you orgasm. You know, sort of a variation on the custom where the relatives of the bride parade the bloodied wedding night sheets before the village to prove the bride was a virgin." "Habibi, I am not a virgin. I have not hidden the fact that I have had many, many men as well as women in my bed. You know that I lost my virginity at a very early age. However, today, I felt like all that happened to another person and that I was reborn a virgin again. The old Fazzi no longer exists. I never felt like this. Not even the first time." Fazzi said with tears in his eyes, "and in all honesty I am telling you that I now realize that you are the only one that I have ever loved. I know that you may not feel that way about me now, but I hope someday to make you love me as much as I love you." "Why do you say that, Habibi? Why do you question my feelings for you now? If you loved me as much as you say you do, you would not have any reason to distrust my commitment to you. Have I given you any reason to doubt my feelings for you?" "No, absolutely nothing at all." He said running his fingers up, down and across Joseph's chest and arms placing little kisses in their wake. "It is just that I am the first man lover you have ever had. You are really inexperienced and have not had the pleasure of loving or being loved by a man. Yussef, my love, do you realize that this is the first time that you did not leave our love making and run to the bathroom in order to throw-up." "Yes, I realized that." He said as he again kissed the man beside him. "Perhaps it is because I have finally come to face who and what I am." "And what is that, Habibi?" Fazzi asked. "A dirty young homosexual faggot, hopelessly in love with an older man!" he lied or thought he was lying. "Is that so bad?" "At this point I'm not sure if it is or not. I need time to get used to this. You must remember that I have been programmed to believe that what we just did is a mortal sin. One for which there is absolutely no forgiveness. In the life to come, I will burn in Hell. And this is to say nothing about what could happen, in this life, if the army was to find out. It will ruin any career I might have hoped to have there. However, this feels too good to be bad and at this point I really don't care. In spite of all that I have been brought up to believe from my childhood on, I still cannot stop myself from finding pleasure in the act or in you. This pleasure means more to me than the army, my country or my soul and all I can say is that I'm hopelessly in love with you." Joseph smiled as he got out of the bed and went into the bathroom, leaving the door open, he removed the condom and washed himself off. He returned with a warm wet washcloth to clean Fazzi off. "See my stomach is fine, no heaving, in fact, to prove it, I think it would be a great idea if you were to call the cook and tell her to prepare a good meal for us.... I'm famished. During super we can plan our day tomorrow. I hope you do not have to go into work." "I can see that your whole attitude has changed and for the better. I know that this is just the beginning of a wonderful time for the both of us. A time of love and discovery, one perhaps filled with pitfalls, but one we will travel together." Fazzi said, "As far as working tomorrow, no whatever work I may have, can be put off till Saturday when you will be gone. I will hate to see you leave, but I must have some time to devote to business. If you were to live here full time I would never get to work. It is good that, for now anyway, you have your career and I have mine. The only thing I have arranged is just a session with a tailor for the late morning tomorrow. Then we are free until that meeting with Worthington in the late afternoon. The rest of the time is ours to do with what we want." "And how do you suggest we spend that free time?" the soldier jested. "I was thinking of asking that dancer, Dina, to come to the house for a private performance tomorrow evening, after the meeting. Just for the two of us-a private erotic warm-up session, but I don't think you need any "warming-up." He laughed. "You seem to be able to perform without any aphrodisiacs. You, my young Christian Crusader lover, are the male reincarnation of that Greek goddess, Aphrodite," he said lifting the phone and calling down to cook telling her to prepare the evening meal. They cleaned up and went down to eat. On the way there Fazzi told Joseph to go on to the dinning room by himself while he stopped to give some last minute instructions to his chauffer-valet about what he would need for Worthington's meeting the next day. He rejoined Joseph at the table, where the cook set before them a feast, which Joseph ate like a pig. "Mmmm, this is delicious." Joseph said. "I see you have a new cook. Wasn't she the maid?" "Yes she was. Mary and Kassie took the old cook with them and I promoted the maid to cook. It looks like you like her cooking." "Yes this is great food." He said between mouthfuls. "Easy my love. You keep shoveling that couscous in like that and you will get as fat as a cow. I'm not too sure I would relish a fat lover on top of me." Fazzi said. "Good food should be savored, not treated like garbage to be disposed of as quickly as possible." "You are right, but unfortunately I have become used to eating Army cooking and that slop I tend to want to get rid of quickly." Joseph said. "If it pleases you, I will try to develop my table manners more. After all we are going to live together and I do not want anything to harm that relationship. Fazzi looked into Joseph's eyes, smiled and then said as he took Joseph's palm to his lips, "Yussef nothing is going to harm our, relationship. Anyone or anything that comes between it will be pushed aside. Just like I got rid of Kassie and Mary, it will always be just you and I-together." "I hope you know that I have been talking to Kassie almost everyday. She tells me that both of them are doing well and she is going back to school." "Yes I know that, I too, spoke with them and things are going well there. It costs me a fortune but this way everyone is happy except Kassie and perhaps you, habibi? Do you miss her?" Putting down his eating utensils, Joseph reached under the table and ran his fingers along the Arab's leg between his thighs and let his hand rest on the man's basket. With his other hand he picked up his coffee cup and said, "I think you can see that, I am happy here with you. Now tell me everything that might happen at this meeting tomorrow. I want to be sure that there are no surprises or anything that would embarrass Mr. Worthington." "Well there is one person, perhaps two, that might cause a bit of trouble. You remember that man at the meeting that did not trust 'Wall Street' types. He keeps trying to sabotage this project and I don't know what questions he might ask." Fazzi said raising his palms upwards. "I just hope Richard can think on his feet. The last thing I want is for something to get screwed up. I want us to earn a lot of money. That money is needed very badly right now. Most of the funds from our so-called Arab brethren in the oil rich countries have been cut off from those poor souls in Palestine and this money will be used to fund schools and hospitals and other social services that are almost nonexistent now." "Why invite him then. Would it not be better to just have him disappear for the evening? "That would be the bullies way. That would be doing things the old way. I want this done the American way. If we are going to invest in America we will have to start thinking and acting like Americans. Besides, in case something goes wrong and we loose money, I do not want to have 'an I told you so' guy throwing it in my face. It will be fun to see if Richard can handle him. In any event I can always arrange to have him 'disappear' later." He said with that understated smirk that Joseph knew meant that he was not really joking. For a few seconds he reminded the soldier of Marlon Brando playing the Godfather. Joseph sat drinking his coffee and wondered if he really was joking or not. He got the impression that Fazzi enjoyed seeing people tested and perhaps seeing them twist and squirm as he thrust them up on a big bar-be-cue spit. Maybe even burn a little as he threw another log on the fire as he turned the handle himself. They finished their dinner and made their plans for tomorrow and Friday. A while later Joseph excused himself and said he wanted to finish his unpacking. He made his way to his room and put his things away. He was just finishing unpacking the last of his possessions and was looking for a place to store the pistol that Barns had issued him, when Fazzi knocked on the connecting door. "Do you mind if I come in?" Fazzi asked opening the door and peeking in. Quickly slipping the gun back into his overnight case and closing the lid of his luggage he called out, "No come on in. Why do you knock and ask? I have nothing to hide from you. I told you I want us to be 'as one being'. We have to learn to trust each other." "Yussef, it has nothing to do with trust. It has to do with privacy; this is your private space. I want you to feel that this room is your sanctuary and you have the right to be alone if you want to be. I will never enter here without asking first." "That is one thing more that I will have to get used to. In the army there is no such thing as privacy. I will have to try to remember to knock when I enter your bedroom." Joseph said. "However, you do realize that having to knock has just remove some of the love making scenarios I had fantasized about. I had planned on sneaking up on you in the shower and......" Laughing almost to the point of having tears in his eyes, Fazzi said, "well, in that case, I have the perfect solution, let us declare the bathroom as neutral territory. Speaking of which I think I'm going to get ready for bed now. We have a big day tomorrow and I think a good night's sleep will do us both a world of good. "Will you be wanting me to sleep alone in my room tonight?" Joseph asked dolefully. "If a good nights sleep is what you want perhaps we should sleep apart?" "Yussef, darling, you can assume that I will want you in my bed with me every night from now on. I want to be able to wake up with you next to me every morning. Even if we just sleep together and nothing else." Fazzi said as he started to return to his room through the connecting bathroom. "If we do sleep apart, I will assume that we have had a lover's spat." "Oh Fazzi, one thing more," stammered the soldier who was not too sure if Fazzi might not have seen the pistol being covered up or not. "I did a rather foolish thing that I don't think you are going to like or approve of it. But, I did it because I love you. I thought it was a good idea at the time and I still do." Stopping and turning around Fazzi asked, "What is that?" "I purchased a hand gun." "You what? Why in the world would you feel you needed to do that? We are well protected here." "Well I know that your driver carries a gun and since there will be times when you and I would be alone in my car-I thought you might feel more at ease if you knew I could provide you with the same degree of protection that he does." He lied. "I'm a good shot and I do know how to use it. As a Sergeant I do carry a sidearm and I am licensed to carry a weapon. Besides which, who would you rather have protecting you-a paid employee or someone that loves you and is looking out for your welfare? One another reason is that that if I'm to live in Paterson there are sections of this town where I might need that gun." "I'm glad you told me about the gun. I just wish it were not necessary for me to employ bodyguards, but it is. As long as you are careful and don't behave like a cowboy, it is OK with me." Fazzi said and smiled to himself, as he already knew about the gun. Unknown to the soldier, while they were eating, he had his chauffeur go through Joseph's belongings. The chauffeur's revelation about the gun had worried him, but now, he breathed a sigh of relief because Joseph had, on his own, told him about the gun and the reason he had it. "Just make sure that you secure the weapon in a safe place. Tomorrow I will have a cabinetmaker install a lock on that night table. You can keep it there." He walked over to Joseph and held him in his arms and kissed him. "I want you to know that I love you for everything you have done for me and this above all. This wanting to protect me with your life, if need be, proves to me beyond any doubt how you feel about me. I am sorry that I had any doubts about your commitment to me. I am most sorry that because of my work and lifestyle that I have placed you in danger, too. There are people out there who would like nothing better than to do me in. And now that you are going to be connected with me, they might want to take out their frustrations on you as well. It is good that I now know you are going to take precautions as well. I was going to have my bodyguard protect you as well, but now I will have him familiarize you with the security system and make you a partner in the setup. When you are discharged from the army and living here all the time, you will not only be my lover and my partner, but I will have you take over our security. Then I will be able to get rid of that idiot driver. Enough of that crap now, lets get ready for bed...I'm going to take a shower before I retire." Joseph watched as Fazzi when through the bathroom to his own bedroom. He closed the connecting door and put away the gun and started to get ready for bed himself. Stripping down he waited until he heard the shower running and then he tip toed over to the door opened it a crack and peeked inside. The room was filled with water vapor. Through the fog he could spot Fazzi's form through the frosted shower stall door. He opened the sliding shower door a bit and peeked in... "Could you use someone to wash your back?" he asked as he stepped into the spray of the shower head. He took the washcloth and soap from Fazzi and worked up a good lather. Running the washcloth over the Arab's back from his shoulders down to his ass, his fingers moved seductively over the olive skin of the man. He marveled over how well the older man had kept himself. He spun him around so that they faced one and other and started to wash his front. Paying particular attention to his chest and nipples. The running water rinsed the soap off as he bent his head down so that his lips covered the Arab's nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. Nibbling on each hard projection then rubbing his teeth over the erect nipple he worked the cloth over the ass globes and up and down the ass slot. Moving his soapy fingers over the rosebud he started to probe and push until his finger gained entry. Fazzi began moaning, his ass humping the finger. Steadying himself against the wall he started to ride the probing digit. Joseph licked and kissed his way down to the man's belly button, his tongue tip probing the inside as his fingertip continued to work the man's backdoor. Joseph felt Fazzi's hands pressing on his head and shoulders, pushing him down until he was on his knees and his face was on the same level as his hairy balls. The smell of Fazzi's sex filled Joseph's nostrils as his nose rubbed through in the man's soaked pubic hairs and touched the skin around his cock. The smell emanating from his sex, acted as a strong love potion drawing his lips to the man's balls. His tongue reached out and touched the round pear shaped testis. He opened his mouth and his lips sucked in one of the man's balls while his finger continued to press into the asshole and rub over the love button. "Yes! My darling lover, YES!!" He kept shouting over and over. "PLEASE! PLEASE!" Fazzi screamed as he grabbed hold of his own cock and tried to rub it over Joseph's lips. Those lips he kept away from the cock tip. Instead ran his tongue tip up and down the shaft avoiding taking the meat into his mouth. Every time that Fazzi tried to get his cock into the soldier's mouth, he would shake his head avoiding the fuck stick. Getting to his feet and turning Fazzi around pulling the man's backside against his cock, Joseph placed his cock between Fazzi's thighs. He reached around and took his lover's rampant dick in his fingers and slowly moved his cock up and down while his own hard hot cock rubbed back and forth along that sensitive area between the Arab's balls and asshole dry-fucking him. With the shower spray cascading over their bodies, Joseph sunk his teeth into Fazzi's neck sucking on the soft tender neck skin while he jerked off the moaning, screaming man until he ejaculated all over the walls, followed by Joseph's explosion, covering the Arab's perineum with his hot cummmm. The next morning Joseph awoke feeling Fazzi's wet throat on his cock. "Good morning, my love. That is a nice alarm clock you have. I want to feel that every time I wake up, much nicer than that damn record of that bugler blowing that fucking revelry, we hear every morning at base." Joseph just lay back in the big bed and enjoyed the Arab's milking him to a climax. When he was done Fazzi got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. He came out and said to Joseph, "I hope that someday you will want to wake me that way." "Someday, maybe, but it may take a long time for me to want to do that to anyone." He lied. "I really enjoy it being done to me but as your master I can not bring myself to do it to you, yet. Can you understand that?" The Three Day Pass Ch. 19 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. End of Chapter #18: Delighted Fazzi beamed as he kissed Joseph and told him, "We can go anytime you want. From now on you and I will go (to the Mosque) every Friday if you are here. You better get moving if you are going to meet Richard's son. Give them all my regards and perhaps you can arrange some kind of social get-together, to launch the official beginning of the Arab American Investment Club. I think its time that we got together for social reasons now. Do you agree?" "Well Richard Junior works evenings but the rest of the family might be amenable by now." Chapter #19 After leaving the house Joseph pulled his car to the side of the road, opened his cell phone and checked in with Agent Barns. He reported on the Thursday meeting of the investment club and also mentioned about the conversations he had overheard at the Mosque. "Bill, I have to admit it. It looks like you were right from the beginning." Joseph told Barns. "You know how I didn't want to believe it but it looks as if Fazzi and the club are going to be used as the new money source for Hamas and God knows who else. I'm convinced of it now. And it is not just what I overheard at the mosque, but also for the life of me I can't understand how people like that tailor can afford to invest a sum of $100,000. These people are not that loaded with cash." "That money is most likely coming from the oil rich countries and it's being funneled through Syria. Ever since the U.S. and some of our allies started to close down some of the legitimate lines of aid, that money as well as other money had to find a new route. The people in power have decided to use people like your little tailor and perhaps hundreds or thousands like him. Your tailor most likely has many very rich clients that over pay for custom made garments. Sure he pays most of the legal taxes, but there are always those very big tips. Now they have hit on a new way of investing and using the profits as well as getting huge charity deductions. It's a high-tech improvement of the old Bingo Scam." "Bingo Scam?" Joseph asked. "What the hell is a Bingo Scam?" "Boy you sure are from Hicksville. I'll bet that until recently you even believed in the tooth fairy. The 'Bingo Scam is as old as the hills. For years churches and charitable organizations ran and still run bingo games and games of chance. There was a lot of money to be raised this way." Barns explained. "The bingo concession, which may or may not be the charity itself, always had trouble getting unpaid workers. After all who wanted to work when they could play bingo and maybe win some money. So what do they do to entice a few more workers? They came up with a simple solution. They would take a potential worker aside and tell him that since most of the players paid cash for the cards there was a lot of cash money floating around...." "You don't mean that they allowed them to pocket some of it..." "Oh no! It was a little more sophisticated and complicated than that." Barns continued. "At the end of the evening, in order not to have to carry huge amounts of cash (coins and bills) around until it could be deposited in the bank, these workers were permitted to write checks and take cash for the amount of the check. Since the checks were always made out to the charitable organization-they could be and were used as proof for a charity tax write-offs." "Wow, I never heard of that." Joseph said. "And the churches never stopped it?" "We like to think that they never knew anything about it." Barns laughed. "Anyway when the federal government got wind of it they clamped down on individual charity contributions. Now they demand a lot more evidence then a check. It looks as if Fazzi has found a new twist to the bingo game scam. It's a money-laundering cover-up for sure. Like you said, I never had any doubt that Fazzi was still a Syrian Agent. But it's nice to hear that you are finally convinced." Barns said. "However, I need not remind you that all this is still hearsay, and hearsay is not proof. Only by the illegal transfer of funds will we be able to get the hard evidence. You keep your eyes and ears open. Report everything back to me and be careful. It is difficult to get good agents into the Islamic community. You have been able to penetrate this cell deeper than any other agent we have ever had. I wish we had a hundred like you. Do whatever you have to do to maintain your cover. When my area director spoke to the federal director, he was so impressed that he took the files and reports to the very highest level and everyone is interested and backing this project now." "That's good news! I'm glad to hear that because I would not like this to be considered a rogue operation." "Rogue operation? Don't talk like a fool. Once you were able to get someone like Richard Worthington to come into this, it ceased being a game and became serious business. With a person of his reputation and connections, this operation could no longer take place without the very highest sanction and approval." Barns said. "You would be surprised at the eyes and ears that went up when I informed the director that Worthington was going to work with us. That man has a lot of friends and connections all the way up to and including the President. The director's ears perked up when I told him, and he put in a call to the White House. After all Worthington is a big contributor to both political parties as well as being on a first name basis with the last three or four presidents. As soon as the President was notified, I got a call to come down to Washington and was told by both the director and the big guy himself to make sure nothing happens to you or Worthington. In fact when this is over the president said he would like to meet with the two of you and express his gratitude." "It's rather comforting to know that. It would still appear that money still buys protection!" The soldier laughed. "Joseph, don't be so cynical." Barns said. "Richard does not have to do any of this. Remember He is not taking any money for this and that family really cares about you and the country. I want you to be very respectful of them." "Fuck it Bill, you do not have to lecture me on Worthington or the respect due to him-Fazzi does that all the time. By the way, I'm on my way to spend the weekend with them now. Did he report to you about the meeting Thursday?" "Yes, early this morning, a full and detailed report including a complete description on the inside of the house. He gave us a list of everyone that was there, along with his or her address and phone number. He even included some descriptive information on some of them. Hell he even included the name of Fazzi's new cook. He said that when this is over that he might like to hire her. I think we have hooked this man and his entire family. He told me that nothing they have ever done before has brought the family so close together. They are having the time of their lives. When I told him that the President sends his regards and wants him to be careful, he just pooh-poohed it off. He also told me that he had received a personal call from his nibs already telling him to be careful. Anyway we took the list of names he gave us and ran them through our computer lists. The President also suggested that we check with the Mossad. You know who they are?" "Yes I do. Are you sure it's a good idea to work with them?" Joseph asked. "Fazzi is suspicious of Jews or anyone who might even appear to be Israeli. At one time, so he tells me, he thought I might be a Mossad agent and he had his people run a complete check on me back to the day I was born. I am sure he did do that and that if he had found anything there, I would be feeding the fish at the bottom of the Atlantic by now. I just don't want my name to be linked with them. Besides, they have their own agenda and it might not be the same as ours." "Fazzi is right to fear them. When it comes to Hamas, the Mossad has expert knowledge gained unfortunately through many years of having to deal with them. Also we never know when we might uncover one of their agents or they might have an operator of their own in the mix, so to speak. After all, they have operatives that look and speak Arabic better than some Arabs. They have been known to infiltrate these terrorist cells better than we have been able to do, that is, until now. At times they even share intelligence with us. I never told you before, but it was through them that we learned about that wife bargaining episode at Fazzi's that first Friday. They informed us that a certain American soldier, named Joseph Benson, might be turning into a traitor. Our own paid agent, who was also there, did not think it was important enough to tell us that. They had found out about that Arab that we were trying to get married to Fazzi's daughter. They were even thinking of doing something like that themselves. However, you screwed up their plans on that. They even thought about enlisting you as an agent, but turned down the idea." Bill said. "How come they didn't?" "Well first of all they try to use only one of their own people for this type of work. Secondly, you have to be kidding, use an American soldier! One who shows up at a Mosque in uniform? One who just happened, 'so to speak', to fall into the pot? Not even the CIA or Hollywood would dare come up with a stupid plot like that. It's too obvious. The Arabs think we are stupid, but not that idiotic. Not even Mossad, which is known for crazy hair-brained plots like that, would have attempted anything like it. At one time one of their agents penetrated deep into Syrian intelligence. He was able to rise to such high political and social heights that he was being considered for the post of Minister of Defense, which at that time was the steppingstone to the Presidency. In the past we have often had to ask for their help and we will continue to do so in the future. It has taken us a long time to develop Arabic speaking agents and we still don't have many that we completely trust. You are one of the few. We don't want to loose you! Be careful!" I will Bill-I got to get going, please give my regards to the guys in the office." Joseph eased his car back onto into traffic and then took Route 3 through the Lincoln Tunnel into the city. He made his way downtown and found a parking lot near the theater. He walked over to the ticket office and informed the cashier who he was. An usher directed into the wings of the stage where he was able to watch the play. Rich was on stage and it was the last act. After the final curtain call he came over to Joseph and the two of them went to his dressing room. Rich closed the door and grabbed Joseph and the two of them kissed and clung to each other. "I missed you so much, Joseph. Dad told me about the meeting. Everything is going good-isn't it?" Rich asked. "Everything is wonderful. We can talk about all it in the car. Do you want to go to Long Island tonight or tomorrow?" the soldier asked. "It's up to you. I did pack an overnight case, but we could go to my place and get a good night's sleep or go to the Island right from here. I did tell mom to expect us tonight, but we can call and I'm sure she will understand." "Tell you what, I hate the thought of trying to find another parking lot tonight in the city. Let's go tonight. We can spend Saturday there then I can get you back in time for Saturday's performance and we can sleep late Sunday and I can go back to base late Sunday evening or early Monday morning." Joseph suggested. "That sounds good. It will be a wonderful treat to wake up two or three mornings in a row with you next to me in bed." Rich said. "Oh by the way before I forget, Frank sends his regards. He calls at least twice a week to see how I'm doing and to ask when we are going to go out to celebrate your graduation. Any suggestions?" "Not a one. Maybe next weekend sometime, let's say late Saturday after the show or Sunday afternoon. I will leave it up to you. You call him and set a date and I'll make it." Joseph said as the two of them left the theater and went to the parking lot. "School starts the week after next so I will be busy getting my lectures set and meeting students after that." "I'll call him. Maybe I can take off a Saturday night. My understudy has been praying that I would get sick or something." Rich laughed as they got into the car. The trip out to the Island was faster than usual and they made it in record time. Richard and Sarah were waiting for them and they all sat in the library and had a light supper and talked. Joseph and Richard went over the investments that Richard senior would suggest and Joseph filled him in on how the word was spreading through the Arab community. "When we were in the Mosque today, all kinds of people kept coming over to both Fazzi and me insisting that they be included in the Club." "Yes I know the word is out in more than one way." Richard said. "It appears to be the hottest thing on Wall Street. Everyone wants a bite of the action. We have been getting calls from just about every brokerage house looking to get in on the ground floor. Someone started the rumor that we are going to become, if not the official then the unofficial, bankers for the entire Arab world. They are saying that from now on any Arab/American who doesn't participate in the "Fund" is a traitor to his people and that in the future all Arab capitol one way or the other will pass through Worthington's." "I hope you are doing nothing to stop those rumors." Joseph said. "I even added to them. I let it be know that, in time, we hope to establish a corporative enterprise that would rival the economies of some nations and perhaps even surpass the Swiss bankers. Nothing like a little free advertising to get things rolling." Richard said, "I'm having our lawyers set up the paperwork and I checked it out with the Securities and Exchange Commission and a few friends in Washington. In fact when I spoke with Fazzi earlier this evening and told him of the plans, he was as happy as could be that things are working out this way. He had only one problem and a stipulation with it." "And what was that?" Joseph asked. "I think he would be delighted with how things are going." "Oh he is. Only to use his own words, he like most Arabs, is distrustful of Americans and he would like to have one of 'his' people on the inside of Worthington's to look after his interests. When I asked him whom he wanted-he put forth your name. He says that he knew I would have no objection to you and that since he and his people trust you, they would all feel secure with you as their agent." "My God! Am I going crazy here? Me? Why me?" "When I asked him that, he said that he knew that I might not accept any Arab he might suggest and since both he and I trust you... You are the best choice. I also informed him that in order for this to work you must have access to any and all information he has. He told me that Worthington's could depend on that. We could not have asked for a better situation." "Perhaps, but just what is it that I will have to do? I don't really understand anything about this stuff." "Well, you will be his representative. He wants you to look after his interests." Richard said. "For the details, you will have to consult with him. I just think he wants you to be his eyes and ears. He said it would be good training for you as his heir. He even alluded to the future 'Worthington & Benson Investments'. I guess he thinks you are going to become part of his family and marry his daughter and take over for him." Joseph looked at Rich and then said to his father, "he has sent Kassie and Mary away for good. I don't think he harbors any thoughts of Kassie and I getting together in the future. While he still calls me his future son-we both know it is just a cover up for social, community and political reasons as well as to hide his real intentions." "And what are those, Joseph?" Sarah asked. "He wants me to be his lover, his son, his heir. The man has reached that stage in life where he is searching for immortality. The closing doors of the forties I think it is called. He looks back and sees half his life gone and very little if anything that he hoped for in his youth has come about. At this stage, in his life he can see only past failures, old age and death in the future. He has never produced a child and needs and wants an heir. Someone to love and whom he hopes will carry on for him. It's sad, real sad." "And what about you and our son?" Sarah asked. "Does he know about junior?" "As far as he knows, Rich and I are just friends. Fazzi thinks that he is my first and the only gay relationship I have had." "And that's the way we want it." Rich added. "Joseph and I decided that before we went into this. Mom, I'm OK with it. This is too important to all of us, so please play along." They talked till after midnight and then went to up to their room to sleep. "I don't think your Mother likes me being involved with Fazzi." Joseph said. "Well what did you expect? She is afraid that you will leave me. She is only being protective of her "Cub". Rich said. "I'll have to talk to her and reassure her that it is you that I love." "Never mind talking to my mom. I want to make love to you. Come let's get that lovely ass of yours in bed. I'm going to fuck your brains out. I don't want to talk or hear anything more about that fucking Arab or anything else for the rest of this weekend." He said, grabbing Joseph and throwing him onto the bed. "This weekend, you are mine and I intend to use you for sex, for pure sex and nothing else." Clothes started to fly through the air as they pulled off each other's garments. Soon they were both naked rolling on the bed touching and tickling each other. "Are you sure they can't hear us?" The hysterical soldier asked. "No they can't, they are in the other wing of the house. Even if they were in this wing, what makes you think they would be interested? They have their own happy times in bed to keep them busy. They are still young enough to enjoy sex almost every night. I could tell you stories about some of the times I used to hear them making love. What can I say, I inherited my old man's passion. But to answer your question, no, it is just you and I here. So you can scream all you want. No one is coming to help you." Rich stated and then asked, "So my love, tell me how would you like it this first time tonight? On your knees, stomach or back?" "My back, always on my back. You know how I like to watch you as you fuck me!" The soldier answered. "I love seeing your face and the look in your eyes as you cummmmm." "My eyes?? What about my eyes and my face?" "I love seeing them roll back and your face gets this intense expression, like you are off in another world." "I'll give you another world." Rich said as he stroked his cock and began rubbing the tip around Joseph's hole teasing him and making him want it more and more. When he saw Joseph's rosebud puckering to welcoming his wet cock head, he removed his cock and covered it with a condom. He slowly inserted the tip of his hard dick as his lover moaned in both pleasure and pain. Inch by inch, feeding the love stick deeper and deeper until about one half of his long hard cock was buried in the warm welcoming, sucking sinkhole, and then he removed most of it until only the head was still imbedded. The Three Day Pass Ch. 20 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. The end of Chapter 19 "I think I know you well enough to know when you are lying to me." Rich said. "Now spill it, please." "I was just thinking about the day when you and I will be free to really make love together." Joseph said "I thought we just did a damn good job of it here tonight! Are you telling me that you were not satisfied?" "No nothing like that-we were great but___" "But what?" "I want to feel your raw cock and your seed in my body not in some latex condom." "Believe me-I too wish that with all my heart, but you know it has to be this way, until we can both be together. Just the two of us, and only the two of us, no one else." Rich said. To be continued... The Three Day Pass Chapter #20 "Wake up you two! Are you going to spend the rest of the day in bed?" The voice said. It was Rich's mother but the voice sounded funny, almost as if it were coming from a "bitch box" on base. Opening his eyes Joseph realized that he was not on base but was in Rich's bed. He could hear him snoring softly as he lay next to him. Reaching out and shaking him until he awoke, the soldier asked him what was going on. "Oh I forgot to tell you, but after our last visit here mom decided to install a intercom." Rich said. "She thought it would be better than banging on the door. Hold on while I answer her...." Pressing down a button on the night table he said, "Yeah mom, what's up?" Well Junior, It's you two that are not up! It's 10:45, I was just wondering if you were going to want breakfast, lunch or dinner served when you got up." "Sorry mom. We overslept. If it's OK with you I think we will compromise and do a 'brunch'. We will be there at 11:30 or so." He told his mother and then asked Joseph if he could be ready by then. "Tell your mom 11:30 will be fine," he said getting out of bed and running to the bathroom. "And tell her I'm sorry we overslept." They shaved, showered, got dressed and quickly made their way to the breakfast nook where Rich's parents were waiting for them. "Sorry we overslept, it was my fault, but that bed is so comfortable, it's really a wonder I was able to get up at all." Joseph said. "It sure is a vast improvement over my army cot to say nothing about not having some son of a gun blowing reveille at 0500 hrs." Then looking at the plate of steak and eggs set before him he added, "Now that's what I call a really great improvement over Army chow. If I had know we were going to have a Texas breakfast I would have made it my business to be here at 0800 hours." "I asked Rich what you usually liked for breakfast and it was either this or 'Eggs in a Hole'. Since you had that the last time you were here, I thought I would try this. I hope I made it right?" Every thing was cooked just perfect and to Joseph's taste. The steak was cooked medium rare, the eggs runny and the home fries were on the brown side. He wolfed everything down. The coffee was strong but not bitter. Everything was wonderful, and both Rich and Joseph complimented Sarah. "Well I'm sure that it's not as good as the food you had at the Cafe Casablanca, but at least here you did not have to dance for it here." Sarah joked. "Speaking of eating and dancing, Fazzi has suggested that a party of some kind be arranged to celebrate the inauguration of the fund. He thinks it may attract even more additional investors as well as be a good public relations gimmick." Joseph said. "Besides, among the Arabs, it's a sort of cultural thing to celebrate the closing of a deal with coffee and sweets. Many times in the bazaars after a long hard bargaining session the shop owner will serve coffee and something sweet to close the deal." "That is a great idea-however let's not do the formal thing, but rather keep it informal something like a big block party. Wait a minute, how does this hit you? Let's do an American version of that Arab custom. We can have booths, several stages and bands for entertainment. Something like those mid-eastern open bazaars. Something to bring out the population in order to get them interested and perhaps to invest." Richard senior said and smiled rather wickedly. "Yes! And if Fazzi could get those belly dancers to perform, I'm sure that would please the population, to say nothing of you and Joseph." Sarah said and turning to Rich she added, "Your father has not stopped talking about that night yet. And I would like to see that lady and maybe have a male belly dancer as well." "A block gathering might not be a bad idea." Rich said. "Something on the order of that Italian Saints day festival, they hold in Little Italy every year. The one that draws thousands of people. Lots of people go and most of them are not even Italians. It could create good public relations and if there is anyone that needs good public relations these days-it's the Moslem Community." "It's a fantastic idea. I'll talk to Fazzi and see what can be arranged." Joseph said. "You know that he expects you and Sarah to be there." "What about Rich? Do you think it would be a good idea for him to come also?" Asked Sarah. "He already has extended an invitation to Rich and wants to meet the actor. Joseph said "but..." "I do not think that is such a good idea." Rich said angrily. " I don't think I could control my emotions seeing Joseph and him together. I might just blow the whole thing." "Come now Rich. You're too good an actor not to pull it off." Joseph argued but continued, "However if you really don't want to come, I'm sure we can think up some reasonable explanation for your not being there. Just keep in mind that sooner or later the two of you are going to have to meet." They argued about it for a while and then dropped the subject. However, when Rich and Joseph were alone later Joseph again pressed the issue. He again asked him if he could try to make the effort to meet Fazzi. "Why won't you at least come to the party? You know just put in an appearance and then leave if you feel uncomfortable." "I just don't want to meet the man that I happen to be sharing my lover with. This is just one more condition for my allowing this to continue. I just don't want to meet the man whose ass hole I've been kissing by proxy." "WHAT?" "You heard me! You plow his ass and then you use your cock to ......... Never mind, forget that I said that. I guess I'm being foolish again. Maybe I'm not as strong as I thought I was." Rich said as he broke down in tears. It's a little late to be bringing this up now." Joseph said. "I know it's all my fault. I insisted you do this. But I want you to know the truth about the reason I agreed to this in the first place. It was not because I give a damn about the country or that I feel patriotic about what we are doing. No! Don't even let that idea slip into it. The fucking truth is that the only reason I am doing this is because I do not want to see you get killed overseas. It is not for some patriotic reason-hell no! It's just pure selfishness. I did not even want you to leave the US. The picture of you lying on some fucking battlefield torn to shreds or coming back to me in God knows what condition haunts me. I don't know if I could be strong enough to take that and I did not want to find out if I could." The soldier gathered his tear-racked lover's body into his arms and pressing the rear of his head into his chest as he embraced the sobbing body to himself. "Rich, listen to me. I'm going to tell you the truth! Hear what I'm going to tell you for the first and last time! I'M AS GUILTY AS YOU ARE!" He said. "I don't know what I would have done if you had not agreed to this. Since meeting and falling in love with you, I have changed, hell everything has changed. I know I have always told you and everyone else that as a soldier I'm a paid killer. I believed that before and to some extent I still do. Only now there is a bit of a difference. Those same visions that plague you now haunt me. That past bravado has become bullshit-just camouflage. I don't really know what I would have done had this opportunity not come about. I tried not to think about it, but for the first time in my life-I had someone beside myself to think about. I even thought about deserting. The only thing that I would not do or even consider was leaving you. Right now, at this moment, if you say "yes" I would take you and the two of us could sneak into Canada and fuck it all! Fuck the FBI, the CIA, the army, Homeland Security and the USA. Fuck them all and everything else. In Canada we could at least get married and live a near normal life where it was just the two of us that mattered." "You are not joking or kidding around? You are serious! You would do that for me?" "NO, Damn it! NOT FOR YOU! YOU IDIOT! BUT FOR US!" Joseph shouted into his ear as he placed his lips on his ear and then kissed his way down to Rich's mouth. "We are a team, two of us as one. There just is no future without the two of us together. What do you say to that?" "What can I say? Run away to paradise, it sounds wonderful. But ---we both know we are not the cut and run kind. One morning we would have to get up and look into the mirror and we might not like what we saw. You have a job to do here and so do I. I don't think either of us would like to feel that the other was the cause of..." Rich said trailing off the last thoughts as Joseph leaned in and kissed him deeply. "We are both trapped by our loyalties and feelings as well as realities." "I know, but it is just wonderful that we got it all out into the open. I have been carrying this around for a long time now and I'm glad I got it out. I promise to think about meeting Fazzi and I think the 'Block Party' would be a good place to do it." Rich said returning Joseph's kiss. "Now fuck the shit out of me and let's screw the world." And they did just that --- they stayed in their room and made love the rest of the day. They just enjoyed the luxury of spending time together, holding each other and at times never saying anything to each other. In the late afternoon they returned to the city where they went out to eat and then to the theater. After the play while waiting for Rich to get into his street clothes Joseph had time to go over a copy of the play Rich was planning to do next. His reading was interrupted by a knock on the door. Getting up and opening the door he spotted a gentleman in very expensive clothes standing there with a bewildered expression on his face who said, "I'm sorry I was told this was Mr. Worthington's dressing room." "Your information was correct. I'm a friend of his. My name is Sgt. Joseph Benson. He is getting dressed right now and should be right out. Is there anything I can do for you?" Joseph said extending his hand. "Benson, Oh yes, His Army friend. He has mentioned you. My name is Carl Donetz. I'm the chief producer of that play that you have in your hands. My friends and I are looking to engage Rich to play in it. You wouldn't be an actor also?" "No I'm just a friend. I'm in the army and stationed in Jersey. I had some leave time and thought I would spend it in the big city. I was just reading the play because Rich asked me to see how I liked it." "What do you do in the army? Rich did not tell me much about you. Are you in special services?" Carl asked. "You are certainly good looking enough to be with the army special services unit as an actor." "Well, that's a new one. I was a farmer before entering service. Now, I'm an instructor at the Army Language School. I teach Arabic and related subjects." Joseph laughed as he moved toward the bathroom door and knocked on it. "Rich there's a Mr. Donetz out here to see you." "Oh! Tell him I'll be right out. Hello Carl, this is a pleasant surprise. Please wait, I will be out soon." He said and then asked through the door. "Is everything OK?" "Everything is fine. You gave a very brilliant performance tonight. I think you just get better and better. I happened to be in the theater tonight with a few of the money boys. They wanted to get another look at you in action. I hope you don't mind but I mentioned that your full name was Richard Worthington, Jr." Carl said. "Being Wall Street types, they were curious to meet the son of Worthington Investments. They would like to take you out for a few drinks and some conversation." "Well you know that I have almost nothing to do with the brokerage business of my father and besides I have a guest this evening." "I know you are on your own, but please do me this little favor and please bring the sergeant along with you." He said turning to Joseph he asked, "You do drink, I mean, as a Mohammedan are you permitted to drink or visit a bar?" Joseph laughed and said, "I teach Arabic and Muslim customs, I'm not a Muslim. By the way the correct term is Muslim not Mohammedan. Mohammed was the founder of Islam and his followers are Muslim or Moslems. However I do drink and if Rich feels like it I would love to come along, if you are sure you want me." "Yes we would like to have you come with us." He said as Rich came out of the washroom. "What do you say Rich, are you in the mood to do a little Public Relations work?" "Hell! Why not?" He asked as he finished drying his wet hair with a towel and then sat at his make-up mirror and combed it into place. "As long as you guys don't plan on sticking a poor actor with the bar bill. You want to go along, Joseph?" "Why not? Heck on a sergeant's pay any free drinks are always welcome." They left the dressing room and Carl guided them to a place where the two other men were waiting for them. Carl introduced them to the men and asked Rich if he knew of any suitable bars in the area. A place with a quite, private room or booth would be nice, one of them stated. We have some private business to discuss with you. "That sounds rather ominous, but yes I just happen to know of one." Rich said. "It is not too far from here. We could walk it. It is an Irish Pub and they have good drinks and service as well as privacy." Then turning to Joseph he said, "Frank Gordon took us there once. Do you remember?" "Yes, I remember. It was nice." The five of them, with Rich leading the way, walked the two blocks to the bar. Carl, slipping the doorman a $50 bill asked for a private booth where they could have some privacy and they were shown to the rear of the bar where they all sat down and ordered drinks. The three producers made small talk with Rich, almost completely ignoring Joseph. They were asking him about his schooling and his father. The waiter came with the drinks and Carl asked if anyone would like something to eat and getting no response he ordered some chips, pretzels and peanuts anyway. Around the second round of drinks, one of the producers turned to Rich and said, "now for the real purpose for our wanting to talk to you Rich. As of yesterday, the word on the 'Street' is that your father is about to become the financial advisor, if not to the entire Arab world, at least to that section of it that has all of the money. It is also said that Worthington's may soon become one of the biggest bankers in the world. We would like to meet with him and discuss the possibilities of our getting in on the ground floor, so to speak. Do you think you could arrange for us to meet with the man that has convinced the Arabs to invest all that money?" "Gentlemen, while I am on very good terms with my family, I doubt that my father would take anything I might say about investments and investors seriously. I have not had anything to do with the business since the time my father took me into his office on one of those 'Father/Son Days' and I accidentally pushed the wrong computer key and caused him to loose a hundred thousand dollars." "But surely you could at least ask you father to meet with the three of us." Carl said taking out one of his business cards and passing it over to Rich. The other men did the same thing. "We would just like the opportunity to meet the man responsible for this fantastic business coup." "But, gentlemen, you already have met him. He is sitting right here with us." Rich said. "Sgt. Joseph Benson is the one that was able to get this thing rolling." All eyes turned to Joseph as he smiled back at them... "Just a case of being the right guy in the right place and at the right time." Joseph said, blushing. "Don't be so modest." Rich said beaming proudly. "Gentlemen I give you the future partner of Worthington & Benson, when he gets out of the army and finishes his education." "Well do tell us how did you accomplish this?" Asked all of the men talking at once. "It's a rather long story, but I will give you the shortened version." Joseph said. "The army discovered my unusual ability to pick up languages rather quickly. They placed me in a new program, and were training me to speak Arabic. One day, while we were on leave a friend of mine and myself wandered into the Paterson Mosque. While there I met and became involved with the head of the Arab community... He asked me to his home and for some reason he took a liking to me and offered his daughter to me in marriage..." Seeing that he had the three of them sitting on the edges of their chairs, he told them that the rest of the story was unimportant. "Once the Sheikh found out that I was friendly with Rich and his father, he insisted that a meeting be arranged and the two of them plus myself developed this present operation." The three producers sat there dumbfounded. Carl finally able to talk said, "My God what a movie or stage play that would make. If I didn't hear it from you directly, I would \not believe it. I'm not sure I believe it even now." "Well whether you believe it or not, it is the truth. Like I said before, I just happened to be, the right guy, in the right place at the right time. That's the way The Arab/American Investment Club came about." Joseph said. "Now what is it that I can do for you?" "Joseph, you could let us in on the ground floor. Let us in on the action!" "I don't know if there is any 'ground floor' to be let in on, yet. In any event, for now at least, two things would prevent that. Number one; as it is set up now all the investors have to be from the Arab community. Each new member must be voted into the club. I don't know if it will remain this way or not, however if you will give me your cards and if something does come up I will be more than happy to see that your names are put forth. After all," Joseph said with a broad smile on his face, "I'm sure that Mr. Worthington and myself would be more than happy to let some business fall into the laps of the producers of Rich's next hit play. However for now the incorporation plans and by-laws of the club limits membership." "That's rather unfair. Isn't it?" the men asked. "Perhaps so," the soldier continued. "But by limiting membership to Muslims, it prevents the profits from going to non-Muslim causes. And that brings us to reason #2. You see gentlemen this is basically a religious corporation whose only reason for being is to raise money for Arab Charities. The money collected will be used to purchase income-producing capitol, the profits of which will either be reinvested to produce more capitol, or will be dolled out to charities. It will operate just like all the other educational and religious endowments. Aside from small operating expenses all the profits will be turned over to selected Arab charities and causes. There will be no stock dividends as such. The investors would not want to see money being given away to rival religious groups without their approval." The Three Day Pass Ch. 21 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. The end of chapter 20 The soldier's fingers slipped down to the Arab's ass and pulled the Arab firmly into his groin so that he could feel his growing hardness and whispered into his ear, "Damn it, you caught me in my first lie. When I parked my car and saw a strange car outside I knew that I could not just run in here and rape you. I had to think quickly and come up with a cover story. The best cover story is always based on some truth and even though everything I told your friends tonight is the truth-Habibi the real truth is that I wanted and needed you." He said kissing him passionately and then grabbing his hand and pulling him along up the stairs to their bedroom, he continued, "and to prove it I'm going to fuck the shit out of you all night long........." The Three-Day Pass chapter #21 "Let's kill him!" Hassan said. "Who?" Asked the driver. "The soldier, of course." Came the answer. "Fazzi is an idiot who thinks with his dick, not his brain. Something just does not ring true with that Yussef. I can't put my finger on it but there is just something that I don't like about him." "I'm glad it is me and not you that has to make these judgments. You would have had us kill off half the population of the United States by now." Allie said shaking his head as they drove back to the City. "Did you forget, and need I remind you, that we were only sent to see what Fazzi was up to and to check out this idea of his? That is our mission. We have no authority to kill anyone. Besides from what I can see and understand of this operation it looks as if Fazzi has hit on one hell of an idea. For now, everything looks good, very good." "Yes it does look good - too good. Are the Americans really that stupid as to allow all this money to flow through their country and to be distributed to all of our people in Hamas, Hezbollah, Al-Qaeda and all the rest of our groups, and on top of that, invite two Syrian diplomats onto an American Army base?" Hassan asked. "They are not so much stupid-as much as they are naive. They go out of their way to try to distinguish between Good Muslims and Bad Muslims. They even help elect one of us to be Secretary General of the UN. They support Muslim countries to be members of the Security Council and then elevate Syria to chair the Human Rights Commission, whatever that is." Allie said as they crossed the bridge and headed downtown to the consulate. "That is like putting the fox in charge of the chicken house." Hassan said. Allie laughed as he continued, "They really believe that there is a difference between what we choose to call Freedom Fighters and they call terrorists. They think that they are separate independent groups and that they have no central command structure. Even after 9/11, they still did not think it was possible for Muslims to even conceive of such a plot, much less have the expertise to carry it out. They never had a clue that the order came from Iran and Syria, not Al Quad. Most Americans think this because they either don't know or don't wish to know. They cannot or will not conceive of a culture that considers it a duty to kill as many nonbelievers as possible even if you give up your own life in the process. They consider suicide to be a sin." "Is it not a sin?" asked Allie. Yes it is a sin, but this is not suicide. The strapping of explosives to your body and killing as many nonbelievers as you can is religious martyrdom, worthy of a place in paradise." "But surely there are some that know the truth." "Yes, there are a few who do know the truth.' Allie said. "However when they try to tell it-those in power shut them up. Even when one of our own turns into a dirty traitor and tries to tell them, they think that it is impossible and they invent all kinds of conspiracy plots. So much for this American democracy shit. The truth of the matter is that this is a war between Islam and the rest of the world. Nothing less, nothing more. And that war will go on for us as long as one infidel refuses to submit. Either we win or.... There is no "OR", no compromise, no letting down our guard... However, to get back to the present problem, for now, I suggest all we can do is to run a complete check on this Joseph Benson. I want to know him from the moment he was born till now." "But we already did that, several months back. You remember, Fazzi, as well as that fat old pig the one that wanted to marry his daughter, asked us to run a security check on the soldier." "I know they asked us to run one on him a few months back and he checked out OK but there must be something that we missed. Something that he is hiding, some little thing that we missed and I want to know it." Allie said. "No one is or can be that clean." "We both know of Fazzi's taste for young men. You and I both saw his methods and the things he got away with in Lebanon. We know how he used his wife. Do you believe he would use his daughter in the same way? Do you doubt he used her to seduce the soldier?" Hassan asked smiling. Now that they are engaged, he sends her away and uses the time to bend him to his will." "It is possible. Yeahhhhh! Now that makes a lot of sense and would be in the old Fazzi style. Yes, I'll bet my life on it." Allie said. "That must be it! It has to be it! The old fox, he is back to his old shit. He promises him his daughter, seduces him and knowing the American Army's hatred of homosexuals, he then blackmails him. I bet he even has photographs of the two of them in bed together. Who knows, that old pervert might even have made that young fool fall in love with him. Then he sends his daughter and wife away so he can have the young cock all to himself... Yeahhh, that old sly fox is up to his old tricks again...but just to be sure, you run that check on this Joseph again. See if you come up with something new. And I want the report by Wednesday." "If I find out anything about him-we can always kidnap him, take him back to Syria and question him. Will you permit me to handle his interrogation?" Asked the smiling Arab. "If it makes you dig deeper, I will turn him over to you and we will not have to take him to Syria. We can do it here at anyone of a dozen locations. But, it must be proven that he is not what he says he is. No falsifying the report. No testimony from questionable sources. He must be guilty beyond any shadow of a doubt, and then some." "Why? You never required such proof before." "This involves Fazzi Muhammad you fool. Fazzi Muhammad is a very powerful enemy to make. I swear that man is like the proverbial cat; he has nine lives and more. He has friends and relatives all the way up. He is the darling of the fundamentalist clergy and it is said that he is related to the President. It was on their orders that Fazzi was sent to the United States in order to establish this undercover route for the illegal funds we have been amassing. Do you think they would entrust anyone with all that hidden money? All that money from the drugs, the cigarette smuggling and the other little legal and illegal enterprises we have going for ourselves over here, Soon, soon, we will soon be able to move it all out of the country. And for now it looks like he has succeeded above and beyond their fondest dreams. Once his operation gets started he will be unstoppable. He will become the new "Ayatollah", the richest and most powerful of them all. For now he is acting under the direct orders of the highest authority, and you can bet that he reports everything to them, including his affair with this Yussef, if there is an affair. Not only would they know of it-but they probably approved it, if not suggested it themselves." Allie said, "but above all this, not one of them will ever admit to having made a mistake. They would rather kill all of us, you, me and all of our families than to admit that they were wrong. They would kill us and then later blame the whole thing on you and me. They are god or have direct information as to the will of god and god does not make errors." "Then what's the sense of conducting the investigation?" "Because, if I am to die, I would just like to know for my own benefit." Allie said. "I want to be sure that they are right. I hope Fazzi is clean in this because if he is not then anyone who worked with him in the past will go down and that includes you and me and our friends and family. None of us will have existed. That's the way they work it." Even though it was late when they got back, Hassan went right to work on the report. He put his best operatives on the job. They had operatives find and talk to the soldier's parents and ex-girl friends, as well as anyone who had known him while he was growing up in Malone, New York, the small town where he was born. There was not one bit of damming evidence. They found out that his weekly visits to and with the Worthington's at their homes were always at the prodding of Fazzi. There was evidence that Joseph did not even want to associate with Worthington, but that Fazzi had insisted that he do so, because he needed the American to front for the Club. All the proof showed that it was Fazzi and not Joseph that had insisted that the soldier form a relationship with Worthington. It appeared that the only thing the young soldier wanted-was to screw the daughter and that he would do anything in order to get her. The additional fact that Fazzi had started to teach him about Islam in hopes of converting him before the coming marriage to his daughter only frustrated their efforts and proved that it was Kassie he wanted. The only thing that caused them problems was that ability of his to pick up the Arabic language. By Wednesday Hassan had his report ready. "NOTHING NOT A DAMN THING!" Reported Hassan. "And I really tried to dig up something. I wanted to learn something, anything. I had visions of his body hanging from a hook while I cut that white skin of his off his body, layer after layer. I saw his body twist and turn as he screamed, the blood running slowly out of him while he pleaded to confess to anything. But nothing, not a damming piece of really hard evidence, except that Fazzi has him living in a room next to his. I do not know if they share a bed. My guess is that they do. But even if they were screwing each other every night what would it prove? Hell even when we questioned the household staff we did not get anything to confirm or even suggest anything out of the way. Most of them thought that Fazzi was just training Yussef on how to be a good Muslim and keeping an eye on him for his daughter. Making sure that when the time came for their marriage, that Yussef will willingly convert and be a good Muslim husband for his daughter. I even checked up on Kasemah." "What were you able to get from her?" "She is going to school and does not date. She is known to be preparing for their marriage next year. We had one of our younger operatives, a known ladies man, one who has the talent to bed many women, try to get close to her, to date her, but he was not successful. And if he could not do it, no one could. However, they did have coffee together. She told him point blank that she is engaged and will be married next year to a man that she loves very much. She is a virgin, as required by her father, and she will keep herself that way for her beloved Yussef. And then she talked for hours about how wonderful he is and how kind and on and on. Our poor operative was convinced that Joseph was one of a kind and genuine and if he himself were to swing that way, he would bed him himself. I'm sorry but that's it. Damn it the fucking guy is clean!!!" "I know you tried hard. I guess that ends it for now. I am disappointed but at least we can say and prove that we tried. Anyway we may be able to see the inside of an American Base. Perhaps it was not a waist of time, after all." During all this time Joseph spent his week going over some lesson plans. He worked with the teaching staff, seeing where and when his lectures could fit in. He gave practice lectures to the teaching personnel and became friendly with all of them. While some of them disagreed with some of what he was going to say, they all thought he was making some points that needed to be made and approved of the way he intended to conduct his lectures. They drank at the N.C.O. club together and even some of the officers invited him to their club. Towards the latter part of the week the students started to arrive. He was part of the interview team that paired up the students. A lot of them were veterans of the Iraq War that had gained some knowledge of Arabic. The rest were soldiers, who like himself had shown an ability to pick up languages fast. Less and less of them turned out to be Muslim/Americans. All in all it was an exhausting week. The few evenings he was able to spend off base were spent with Fazzi, who questioned him and made suggestions as far as his lectures were concerned. The tailor had come with his patterns and fitted Joseph. He was working as fast as he could. The nights when he was not completely exhausted, Joseph continued to act out Fazzi's fantasies. By Thursday evening, Joseph called and told Fazzi he was too tired to come the rest of the week and to please forgive him as his friend Rich was planning a belated graduation party for him in New York City. "Can I come?" Fazzi asked. "When is it going to be?" "I'll call and find out but it will be Friday night late as Rich will most likely be working unless he can get a replacement." Joseph said. "This Friday and Saturday are impossible for me as I have meetings I have to attend and I can't get out of them." Hearing what he mistook for a sigh of disappointment, Fazzi said, "maybe next time. Besides you know how much I want you and I to bond with that family. I am glad to see that they have no hard feelings that you did not invite them to the graduation ceremonies. It is nice that they want to take you out to celebrate. Go, have fun now, habibi. I love you and miss you already." "OK. But it looks as if you are happy not seeing me on the weekends." Joseph baited him. "One would think you had another lover on the side." "You know that is not true." Fazzi said hurt. "That's not what you think is it?" "No, just pushing your buttons." Joseph said. "I like to get you pissed off at me-it only makes you want me more." "I could not want you any more, no matter what you do to me." He admitted, "you know how to wrap me around your cock, you know just what I want and you always give it to me. Since I met you I am the happiest man alive. I will do anything for you." "I know you would, habibi, I love you." Joseph lied. "I wish I had the energy to mount my white charger and swoop down on your ass right now and............." "I know dearest, but it's getting late and you must get your rest... so you just rest up and I'll see you either Sunday or Monday evening. I love you my white crusader...." After he rung off with Fazzi he called agent Barns to fill him in on what was happening and also to tell him that Fazzi had some business meetings on over the weekend. "Where are you calling me from?" the Agent asked. "From a phone in the base PX. Why are you asking?" Joseph asked. "When was the last time you did a security check on your car and the place at Fazzi's?" "Well the car was done just this morning. As I was instructed, I do one every time I leave the car out of my sight. As for Fazzi's I did it the last time I was there. Why is something wrong?" the soldier asked in a worried tone. "Perhaps not, but we have been getting reports from some of our other undercover agents that Syrian agents have been making inquiries about you. One of them was seen talking to Kassie in Dearborn. The agent we have assigned to protect her and Mary reported a young man taking her out for coffee and asking her questions about her relationship with you." Barns said. "I know about that." Joseph said. "Kassie called yesterday and told me all about it. She said he was real good-looking and she was almost tempted to jump his bones I think she told me that to get me jealous. She said she told him to give her a call in a year and if she was not married by then..." "That's a good girl. You know you should marry that girl, she really loves you." Barns said. "You be careful and do a security sweep often and try to use public telephones whenever you call me or at least call on the cell when you are away from the car." "You never told me you were checking on Kassie and Mary." Joseph said. "I'm glad you are doing it. I still care for her and her mom." "Well they don't know about the surveillance. It is nothing high tech, but I'm glad we are doing it too. Someone is checking up on you and not only with Kassie. They are doing a real professional job of it. We have reports of them even going back up to Malone. Again be careful and keep running those security checks." I'll be careful and thanks for the information. I'll bet it has something to do with those two Syrians I met at Fazzi's. I wonder what Fazzi's meetings this Friday and Saturday are about?" "So do I, but I think it would be too risky for you to show up again like you did last week. We have other operatives on the job. Just play it cool for a while." "I agree, but I have to see him sometime during the next week. I have a fitting with that tailor. Also there are plans for the party to be made. Look I'll call you Monday. Classes start then and I will have a better idea about scheduling. Good bye now." "Bye and again be careful." Joseph went into the city early on Friday and spent the day at Worthington's Investment Company with Richard's father. Together they went over the ideas Fazzi had suggested for the party. Fazzi had told Worthington that it looked as if he could not get The Cafe Casablanca dancer to come to the party, but that he was looking into getting others. Friday evening Sarah came into the city and after Rich finished at the theater he joined them and the family decided to go for a late supper. Sarah suggested that they travel to Paterson, which was not too far away, and pay a visit to the Cafe Casablanca. "Come on, it will be fun and when Fazzi hears of it he will really think we are going native." Sarah said. "It will be fun and I'm sure it will only help. You can tell him I insisted." "It might not be such a bad idea." Joseph agreed. "Besides we never did get to see that male dancer and who knows maybe I will be able to get that Egyptian dancer, Dina, to change her mind. I bet Fazzi will get a kick out of our venturing into the Arab culture on our own." So the four of them piled into Joseph's car and drove across the bridge and went to the Cafe. The doorman did not recognize him and told the four of them that the club was just about full. Before they turned away, Joseph asked to see the owner, Mr. Amos. When the doorman returned with the owner, he right away recognized Joseph. "A thousand apologies Effendi, you should have called, but, we will seat you right away. I will have the staff clear a place for you." He said in Arabic. "Oh don't go to any trouble we can come back another time." Joseph said, knowing full well that the owner would rather cut off his hand than possibly offend a friend of Mr. Muhammad. "It was rude of us to come without reservations. Mr. Worthington and I have been bragging about our last visit here and tonight, on a whim, his family insisted that they wanted to visit your establishment." The Three Day Pass Ch. 22 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. End of chapter 21 On the way back to the city Rich said, "Now I have her to contend with? You are supposed to be my lover. It looks as if I am going to have to fight half the men and women in the tri-state area to keep you. If I did not know better I'd say you were Bi and be jealous as hell." Reaching into his pocket the soldier removed the card Dina had given him, "Here read this!" Chapter 22 When Joseph awoke the next morning he found the bed beside him empty. Rich must have been up for some time because he could smell the odor of fresh coffee and hear the shower running. Fighting off the temptation to sneak into the shower and surprise him, the soldier just lay back and waited. A few minutes later he heard the bathroom door open and saw Rich's nude body emerge as he was vigorously drying his hair with a big fluffy towel. As he rubbed his hair, his big cut cock and large balls were swaying to and fro, almost sending Joseph into a hypnotic trance. Shaking himself back to reality, he cursed himself for not acting on his earlier impulse. Damn it, he looks so good, I should have grabbed him in the shower for a quickie while I had the chance he mused. Realizing that Joseph was awake, Rich said, "Good morning, lover," then asked, " Did you sleep well?" "Yes I did, so well, that I did not even hear you get up." Joseph said. "How come you're up so early? It is only eight-thirty. Come back to bed and let's make love again. We have plenty of time. We don't have to be at the Port Authority till eleven-thirty." "We? You didn't tell me that I was invited too. If I had known I was invited, I might have changed my plans for today." Rich said in a rather annoyed tone as he continued to get dressed. "Plans - what plans? I thought the only thing we had planed was that little get together with Frank Gordon and that's for nine tonight. You told me you were getting a understudy to take your place tonight and that you were taking off." "You know I have school on Saturdays. I did not think I should play hooky since you usually either come with me or you stay at home. Did you forget that?" "Shit I guess I must have. I'm sorry. If I had remembered I would have made the appointment for another time, but that damn note did sound rather urgent. Anyway it either slipped my mind or I just assumed that since you had arranged to take off this evening that you would also take the whole day off. If you want I can call her and make the appointment for another time?" "No don't do that. You are right that note did sound rather urgent. Look I'm sorry about the mix-up, but you go and take care of your business and I will see you back here at about six or so. Then you can tell me all about your hot date with that Egyptian cock teaser." Rich said as he finished dressing and gave Joseph a parting kiss. "There is some dry cereal in the cabinet for breakfast or if you want there are eggs in the refrigerator. Sorry, but I did not have time to buy those sausages or that Canadian bacon you love, but there is fresh coffee in the pot. Help yourself. When I get back tonight we can have a light bite together if you want. We don't have to meet Frank until nine. Although maybe instead of a light bite we could..." "Say no more, my man. I'll be all showered and ready for you babe. I will also order in a Pizza for us, if you like." Joseph said as he kissed him goodbye. "Go 'Break a Leg' or is that the wrong thing to say?" "Good luck to you also and be careful. That Dina looks like she could be the big sister of that cobra she tries to emulate in her dances." "Have no fear! I have my anti-venom shots." The soldier said as he got out of bed and went into the bathroom. "I have you and that's all I need or want. Now get going or you will be late." The hands on the big clock at the terminal showed 11:30. The sun was shining as Joseph approached the statue of the T.V. bus driver. He spotted Dina pacing back and forth waiting for him. She looked beautiful with her long hair covered with a black headscarf that allowed only her two dark eyes to show. The only uncovered part of her body was a small patch of the smooth olive colored skin from her fingers to the elbows. The package was rather sexy and Joseph found himself intrigued all the more by her. You know, he thought, it's really true that the more a woman covers up- the sexier it makes her appear. American women expose themselves too much in public...it leaves almost nothing to be 'discovered'. "Sbaah El Kair, good Morning." Joseph greeted her in Arabic and English. "Have you been waiting long?" "Well yes - just a little." She answered. "But it is my fault, I came early as I did not want to take the chance of perhaps missing you. I did not sleep well last night. I was up most of the night with thoughts of you and that party of yours! Before we even say another word let's get that bit of business out of the way. I have decided to perform at that party. I called my agent and even though he does not approve, I told him I just had to do it. He wanted to call your friend and negotiate a deal. I told him that this was one of those charity appearances and there would be no deal and no commission to be made. He was furious, even threatened to drop me as a client, but I finally got him to agree by promising to meet with him and another club owner later. So about an hour ago I called your friend and we made all the arrangements." "I'm sure Fazzi was thrilled. He told me how disappointed he was at the prospect of not having you perform." "Yes, the old guy was very thrilled. I could even see him drooling over the phone. He even offered to double my usual fee. As well as provide a place for me to stay so that I did not have to travel back and forth to the city that day. He said I could use your old apartment on his property, but since I have to work that evening, I can go home from the Cafe as usual. As for my fee he could use it to pay for the musicians or donate it to the club as my contribution to the cause. He told me he was going to call you right away and tell you, but I begged him not to as I wanted to tell you myself." "That was very nice of you, but surely that did not keep you awake all night." "No, there was something else that disturbed my sleep and it has been keeping me awake for several nights now." She answered. "We can talk about that at lunch. For now I'm very happy that you decided to perform. I know how busy you are and I'm sure your performance will delight the Arab/American community, as well as those of us who are not Arabs." He said as he placed his hand under her elbow and started to gently lead her away from the statue. "A friend of mine recommended this nice bar and grill down the street. While it is a little early for drinking I hear the food is excellent. Will that be OK for lunch? Do you object to going to an establishment where alcohol is served?" "No, no objections. I am not that old fashioned. It will be fine as long as they have booths where we can be unobserved and talk in private together." "By the way, speaking of privacy, where is your body guard today?" Joseph asked. "I don't see him around." "I did not think I needed him today. One of the advantages in living in Manhattan is that people usually do not recognize me and I can live a more normal life here." She explained and then shyly asked him. "Do you think I need him around with you?" "You never can tell," he said as they found the place, entered and were seated in a private booth. As they sat down beside one and other, Dina after looking around the place, let her black headscarf fall to her shoulders and ran her fingers through her hair to fluff it out. Joseph, using it as an excuse reached over and using his fingers adjusted her head covering over her shoulders. The waiter smiled, handed them menus and asked if they wanted anything to drink before they ordered. Coffee, just coffee for now, they both requested and started to look at the menu. When he returned with their coffee, they ordered and while waiting for the food to arrive Joseph asked her, "So tell me what kept you awake last night?" "Who in the name of the prophet are you?" She asked as she turned to him and took both his hands in hers. "I'm Sgt. Joseph Benson, US Army." Joseph said, kind of bewildered and taken aback. "I thought you knew that. Didn't I tell you?" "That is what you told me, but that's not what I mean and you know it. This past Tuesday evening before I went to work, two rather rude and big Syrian intelligence officers or so they claimed to be paid me a visit. They almost broke into my apartment and after roughing me up a bit they began questioning me about you. They wanted to know all kinds of things about you and our relationship. They asked me if you were working for the CIA, the FBI or even Army Intelligence?" Joseph started to laugh. "Army Intelligence? Now there is an oxymoron if I ever heard one. There is no such thing!" "This is no joke, you idiot. These people are dangerous. They could just as soon kill you as look at you. One of them grabbed me from behind pinning my arms to my sides and the other used his hands to feel me up while he questioned me. It was as if they already knew the answers but were just using the questions as an excuse to abuse me. The one behind me was rubbing his you know what on my backside. They were really enjoying their work." "I'll just bet they did! I'm really sorry this happened. I hope they did not hurt you. But, Dina, I have no idea why they should question you or even for that matter, how they would know that you know me. Last night, when I was at the Club, Mr. Amos the Cafe Casablanca owner mentioned that you had been asking about me since my last visit a while back. Perhaps they overheard you and thought that you knew me. The truth of the matter is that, yes, they must and should be interested in me because of my involvement with Fazzi Muhammad and his family. You see Fazzi at one time was a big wheel in the Syrian government apparatus. During my Army studies of Arabic and Muslim culture, I happened to attend services at Fazzi's mosque where I met and became friendly with him and his family. So friendly and so close, in fact, that I also became engaged to his daughter. Add to this the fact that I have started working with Fazzi and the Arab/American community on this Investment Club and you can see why they would be interested in me. If you want to know my guess it is that they are trying to gather information about me. And that includes those I associate with. I hardly know you that well and really cannot understand why they would bother you." He explained, as their lunch arrived. They continued talking while eating, Joseph telling her all about his public life. "So I guess it's just a case of them wanting to make sure that I'm not going to steal the money or that I'm not running some kind of a scam." "There must be more to it than that." She insisted. "They wanted to hire me." "Hire you? What on earth for?" "They said they would pay me well to spy on you and find out every thing I could about you. They said they want me to find out if you are a homosexual. They asked me to make love to you and take you to bed. They wanted to see if you were attracted to women." She laughed. "Oh so that's the reason for the whip and your hand under the table last night." Joseph returned her laugher. "Look, if you want maybe I can get Fazzi to use his influence with the government to get them to lay off you. As far as I'm concerned, I don't care what you report to them. In any case, I guess you can report that I'm at least normal in the horny male department." "Judging by last night, I would say you're more than normal." "Perhaps you might like to do a more clinical examination. You know, just to earn some of that money they promised to pay you. I don't know about you, but I would love to do a more intimate exam of you. I could get us a hotel room. I assure you that you would not be disappointed. From what I saw and felt as I held you in my arms last night, I know I would not be disappointed in you." He half jested. "However please keep this in mind, my little spy, while you are a beautiful woman, and you are tempting, and I would love to ravish you, I must confess that I'm hopelessly in love with Kasemah, Fazzi's daughter. Nothing, my little Mata Hari, will change that." "What or who is this 'Mata Hari'?" she asked bewildered. "Oh! She was some female spy a long time ago in WW1." Joseph laughed. "Come to think of it she started off as a belly dancer also. Anyway, just so you understand, I am engaged to Kasemah Muhammad, or Kassie as I call her and we are very much looking forward to being married next year. I would not do anything to prevent or jeopardize that. However, as you already know from last night, I am still a man and a horny one at that. And since Fazzi has sent Kassie and her mother to live with relatives in Dearborn, to keep her pure and out of my arms and I have not had another woman...." "To keep her pure? Oh! Yes, the old bed sheet bit. I have heard of that custom. It is rather old fashioned and no longer practiced, at least not in Egypt. Well maybe you might find it done, as you Americans say in the back woods, but really we no longer practice it." She said. "I did not think that anyone even bothered any more as too many couples were using the blood of animals to fake it." "Well Fazzi is doing it to us as a test of some sort I suppose. It has been so long since I have been with a woman that I think you will have to instruct me..." He said as his fingers reached for her hand under the table. "You are getting naughty now." She said as she felt his hand enclose hers and guide it palm up to his lips and then place it on his lap atop his growing cock. "Yes, it would appear that you are quite naughty as well as normal. I can feel that and I don't think you will need much instruction. Perhaps, instead of the expense of a hotel room, you would like to come up to my apartment? We can talk more freely there and I can serve you your dessert." "Now who is shall we say, being naughty?" He said as he put one arm around her, pulled her body closer to himself, while his other hand pressed down on her hand that was now rubbing his cloth covered cock. "Be careful we would not want to cause an eruption just yet. Is your place far from here? I have my car we can drive or is it within walking distance?" "It is uptown and you can drive. This time of day parking is not so difficult to find." Joseph paid the bill and led the way to his car. "A BMW! Now I'm convinced that there is something you are keeping secret from me." She smiled as Joseph held the door for her and she slid into the car. "The car was a combination engagement and graduation gift from Fazzi. He said he could not allow his daughter to be seen driving around in a cheep broken down American car. I have lots of little secrets; the car is not one of them.... The rest of them you will soon see for yourself." He said as he slid into the drivers seat beside her. "Ohhhh" she said leaning into him and placing her hand again on his crotch as she kissed his lips. "I can hardly wait to uncover them one by one. Perhaps I will be able to make you soon forget about the daughter." "If anyone could-it would be you." The soldier said pulling her to himself and kissing her deeply. Her lips parted as his tongue entered her mouth and she sucked on it. His fingers encasing one of her cloth covered breasts, while her fingers deftly and sexually lowered his fly zipper as she reached in, searched for, found and extracted his naked cock holding it in the palm of her hand. Gently closing her fingers around his shaft she moaned and said, "Your 'ZIP' is hot, I love hot 'Zip" for dessert. Let's get going or I'll start right here." She cooed. "Just head up town to East 88th street and Third Avenue. I have a brownstone there." Joseph tried to place his cock back into his pants, but she placed her black shawl over his lap and said. "No, you just drive the car-I'll hold your joystick and keep it warm, primed and ready." "For the life of me, I'm forgetting that name... What the hell is Fazzi's daughter's name again?" Joseph said as he drove the car away from the curb. "Be careful Dina I would not like to get your shawl all messed up to say nothing about the car seat." The drive uptown was agonizingly slow. As they proceeded along their way truck drivers would glance over at them and seeing what was going on they would give Joseph the 'thumbs up' sign. Joseph smiled back with a look on his face that said something like 'what can I tell you?' And the truck drivers smiled honked their horns in a salute... "See, over there, that's my place. You can park anywhere this time of day." "Ok, but get your fingers off my penis and let me park." He gasped. He found a place to park and then zipped up his fly, and they got out of the car (he wondered if the Arabic word for Penis 'Zip' had anything to do with the word zipper, the crazy things that can go through the mind at a time like this). The two of them made their way into the brownstone. "Wow! Do you own this place?" "Yes there are three apartments I rent out the basement and first floor apartments. The second and third floors, I turned into one apartment and made it into my home." "You must do well as a dancer to afford all this." "I do very well, but renting the two apartments sure does help. I also have other investments that will help me live well when I can no longer dance. Anyway it was a rundown dump when I brought it but I had it gutted and fixed up. Everyone told me that it was a waste of time and money to rebuild it but I liked it and it is close to the center of things and the neighborhood has changed for the better since then." She said as she opened the elevator door and they went up to the second floor landing where they got out. She unlocked the apartment door and they stepped into a small foyer. As soon as the front door was closed and locked she was in his arms again. Her fingers almost ripping his shirt off and letting it fall to the floor. She pulled his undershirt off and then started to undo his belt, letting his pants and under shorts fall to the floor leaving him almost nude and led him upstairs into her bedroom. Somewhere along the way his loafers and socks were discarded. He was glad that he had locked up his pistol at Rich's place this morning. He had debated about taking it with him, but decided against it. He was glad he had, as it might have been difficult to explain why he was packing a gun. He looked around the bedroom-it was decorated like a Turkish Harem, very sexy and very Levantine. In the center of the room on a slightly raised platform stood a huge four-poster bed with colorful overstuffed pillows and stuffed animals (a leopard, a lion and two very angry looking tigers). Red drapes with fancy white lace netting surrounded the bed. "My protectors." She said, pointing to the stuffed creatures. "You should have warned me to bring my hunting gun." He joshed "I think the one you are waving at me will be big enough to tame any of the 'pussies' in the room now." The Three Day Pass Ch. 23 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me at the address in my profile - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. The end of Chapter 22 "Oh boy! Is she hot, so hot she sizzzzzzles and I want some more and soon." Joseph gloated. "I know it must be tempting and I would screw the hell out of her myself, if I was single, but try to control yourself. You are supposed to be a professional now." Yes but what kind of professional --- thought Joseph. Chapter 23 After Joseph left her apartment, Dina got dressed and quickly prepared two packages. She took one package to the post office and mailed it to her agent and the other being smaller she placed in her handbag and then she took a cab to the consulate. Upon arrival she asked to see Mr. Hassan Segour and was shown into his office. "Well? You have news for me? Is he or isn't he?" Hassan asked. "He most decidedly is not gay." Dina said smiling. "I would stake my reputation on it. Now if you will give me the $1000 you promised me, I can get out of here and get back to work. I have told them that I had something to attend to at the consulate, but that I would be on time. I have a performance to give this evening and they like me to be on time." "Come now, why should I believe you? How do I know you are telling me the truth?" "Now why should I lie to you?" Dina said. "If I was foolish enough to tell you a story, in time you would find out the truth and have me killed." "Yes, that is true but you might just be foolish enough to think that I might be swayed by your female attributes enough to forgive you." He said reaching out for her and pulling her body to his. Lowering his hands to her ass he pulled her lower body to his groin and rubbed his growing cock against her womanhood. "And who knows? I might just forgive you!" Summoning up her considerable strength she pushed him away. "Listen, you rotten pig, aside from the fact that you and your friend forced me to do this, there were only two reasons why I took this challenge on; the first was for the money. The second was of a more personal reason. I just wanted to see if I could pull it off. I wanted to see if I could entice a gay man into my bed. You don't think I would make any of this up without having some solid proof, do you?" "Proof, what proof?" "Proof in living color!" she said holding up the small package, "a nice long Videotape of the two of us in bed. Plus there are about 20 still shots. Believe me that soldier is not Gay. The tape shows in vivid detail that it was he who was the aggressor. He was the macho one, not one bit feminine. If he is gay as you think he might be, then I have been wrong about gay men all my life. But I'm sure I have not been wrong. This guy is just a great horny lover, who knows what a woman wants and gives it to her in spades. If this is what you call a homosexual then I just wish there were many more men like him." "Let me see the tape." Hassan said his mouth almost drooling as he made an unsuccessful attempt to grab it from her. "Not so fast. Just who do you think you are fooling around with? Dina shouted. "You, my dear, are a stupid whore!" "I may be a whore, but I'm not stupid. I have only a small part of the tape with me. The rest of it plus the stills as well as a note to the FBI and another tape of your visit to my apartment are deposited in a safe place and will be released if something should happen to me. What is shown on this tape is enough for you to see that he is interested in women. Here put it on and see for yourself. Once you see this segment I'm sure that you will want the entire tape and it will cost you dearly: double for the entire tape and triple if you want the entire package including the stills. Three thousand US dollars, total. And you can believe me that it is worth every cent of it." "I should have you killed! Better yet, perhaps a little time spent with me in our basement recreation room here in the consulate would convince you to cooperate better?" "You could do all that, but why bother, you still won't get the full tape. Don't be a stupid ass. Play the tape for your boss and see what he has to say. Hassan took the tape and both he and Dina went into Alli's office. "We have part of a tape you should see. May we use your machine?" "Yes you may, in fact I was just about to call you into my office Hassan I have some news." "Can it wait? I think you will like to see this." Hassan said then gave Alli the tape. They sat around his machine and played the tape. The tape showed the unclothed Joseph in her apartment standing at her bedside making love to her while in the process of striping her. Then the tape went blank. "And I assume that the rest of it goes into more detail." Said Alli. "You bet it does, lots more and infinite detail. The whole thing makes most porn films look like Mary Poppins and like I told your disgusting friend here, it proves Joseph not only likes women, but he is one hell of a lover and as far as I'm concerned, he is not gay! So, do you live up to your part of the bargain? Do I get my money or not?" "I have seen enough, pay her anything she wants and get her out of here." He ordered Hassan. "This is not important anymore. We now have other problems that need our attention." "But this is not really proof." Hassan protested. "Pay her and that's a direct order." Then turning to Dina he handed the dancer her tape and said, "Thank you for you help. You have lived up to your part of the deal, but we now find that the soldier's homosexuality or heterosexuality is no longer a factor or of any value to us. You can if you want send me the entire tape and anything else you might have or you can keep all of it yourself. I don't care and our government no longer cares. We no longer have any need for it. Now take your money and please leave." Alli said and turning to Hassan he continued, "Pay her off and escort her from the building, arrange for her to get home or anywhere she wants to go safely, then come back here. We have some work to do. We have wasted too much time on this silly matter." After paying Dina off and seeing her out, the enraged Hassan stormed back into Alli's office and started shouting and yelling at him, "Why did you order me to pay that bitch off? We wasted thousands of dollars and not only did we not get the full tape and still photos, but the bitch took the preview tape with her! What are you doing? What's going on here?" "Fazzi demanded that we stop investigating Joseph." His boss said. "Demanded? Demanded? What right has he to demand that we do anything, and since when do we listen to anything that pervert has to say? How does he know what we were doing?" "Remember I told you not to underestimate that viper. Let me enlighten you and bring you up to date. It seems that his daughter must have inherited some of her father's shrewdness. She must have spotted that sloppy agent of yours, your Don Juan, and she must have thought that her father had sent him to check up on her. In any event she called her daddy and she must have tore into him thinking it was he that sent lover boy to make sure that she was 'keeping herself Pure' so to speak. And 'that pervert', as you call him, became incensed. So he called a few of his friends in Damascus and they called here and were told that you and I started this investigation. Like I told you before, the snake has important friends and it appears that from now on we are to report to Fazzi directly on what we are doing and also we will get our orders from him. The powers that be have placed him in charge of our entire network of agents in the USA. The home office is more impressed by his new money scheme than they are about his love life. I made the mistake of asking for conformation of that in writing and never in my life have I seen the government move so fast. Here read this. It came in a while ago. Note who it came from and therefore we have no choice but to obey." Hassan read the decoded secret cable with growing fear in his eyes and heart. "Have they gone crazy? This means that that depraved idiot is now our boss. He has been chosen to be the leader of all operations in the western hemisphere. His word is now law! And he is the judge, the jury and the executioner of that law." "Yes and our new boss is extremely angry! Just after I got this cable about an hour ago and just before you came into my office with that dancer, I got a call from Fazzi and he is not at all pleased. He demanded that we report to him tomorrow afternoon, at his home. He was, however, kind enough to tell me to be ready to explain why we felt it necessary to run another check on his future son. I tried to explain, but he was livid on the subject. No one but no one is to investigate or interfere with Sgt. Benson or the Worthington family ever again without his written permission. Joseph, in particular is to be treated as his adopted son, which he intends to do as soon as he converts to Islam." "I'll bet he even knows about Dina." Hassan said. "We must assume that he knows everything and if we don't want our families to be sent to martyr training school - we had better have some good answers for him." "Why didn't you let me get the rest of the tape Dina had? If the pervert and Joseph are lovers, we could have used it to perhaps bribe or black mail Joseph." Hassan inquired. "I bet it is a real hot tape. " "It most likely is extremely hot. But using it to blackmail Joseph? I don't think so! Not as a single young male in the army! He would most likely want to order copies to sell or give to all his Army buddies. It might serve as proof that he was not gay, if the army ever were to charge him as such. He would make sure that everyone saw it. It would add another notch to his pistol. Even more likely he would find a way of using it in one those damn classes of his on Arab culture and/or Arab sexual practices!" Alli jested. "Forget that fucking tape. There is a more important thing that I have to do first. A bad blunder that I made must be corrected as soon as possible. I have to debug his damn car. All that bastard Fazzi needs to find out is that I've been bugging his son and I'll be back in that small village where I was born digging vegetables out of the ground with my bare hands, if I'm lucky." "You bugged him????" "Yes damn it. I thought it would be useful to be able to find out where and with whom he met in the next few days." Alli said. "I know where he will be parking his car tonight and I will remove it myself tonight. I realize now that it was not a good idea to place a bug on the car in the first place." "Why is that?" "Monday morning, or whenever he returns to base, he might have had to pass through their security and they would have discovered it anyway." Alli said. "That would have been a disaster. They would start asking too many questions and who knows what they would have come up with. This might have brought in the FBI and then Fazzi-might have been compromised. Anyway I will remove it tonight." "Why not have a technician do it?" "Because I want to make sure it has been done and I don't trust them to do it right." Allie said. "Now let's figure out what we are going to tell Fazzi tomorrow." About the same time as Dina was in the Consulate and after Bill had left, Joseph went up to Rich's apartment and got ready for Rich's return. He took a shower and after that he ordered a pizza for supper. He was lying around in Rich's bathrobe when he decided to place a call to Fazzi. "Hello Fazzi here." "Good evening Habibi. I miss you and I felt the need to speak with you. I hear you have good news for me," Joseph said. "Dina told me the great news and I'm really happy about it. Did she tell you how and why she decided to do it?" "Well not in so many words or the details. You naughty boy! Why didn't you tell me you were going to the Cafe last night." "Because I did not know I was going. It was really a last minute decision and Sarah suggested it and everyone just almost forced me to go." He laughed. "I'll just bet they forced you." Fazzi smiled into the phone. "Anyway, the Worthingtons and myself bombarded her with requests for her to appear and she finally said she would call her agent and see what could be done. She asked me to meet her for lunch this afternoon and she told me the good news." Joseph relayed to him. "So you had lunch with her - anything else?" he asked warily. "You know I don't like to lie to you, Habibi. Do you really want to know the truthful answer?" After a few seconds of thoughtful reflection Fazzi said, "Do you still love me Yussef?" Trying to evade the question, he said, "You know that whatever I did-I did it for you. I thought I had to show my appreciation for her making you so happy." And then he continued, "Look, I could lie to you and tell you that my thoughts were of you all the time, but you would never believe it. Would you care to hear all the details or will you just accept my apology?" "You know, Habibi, I have never had a lover like you. You prostituted yourself out to others for my sake and then you ask me to forgive you...Darling it is I that should be asking your forgiveness. I should beg you to forgive me for making you feel that you even had to do this for me. Yussef, I love you more than ever, if that is possible, but I will not have you feeling that you have to do things like this to prove your love for me. No, not that, not now, not ever again! There is only one thing that I want from you. You know that it has been my dream and fantasy to have you beside me forever as my life partner. I know that within your culture and even to some extent my culture this is impossible without marriage. I am working out another way to have that become reality, but there is one thing more you must do to make it happen." "What is that lover?" "I want to adopt you as my son, but to do that you must be a Moslem." "You know I could never do that, I am what I am and so far I can see no reason to change, yet." "Yes I know that, but I keep praying you will and I think that in time you may come around. All I ask is that you keep an open mind and please consider it! That would make me the happiest man alive." Fazzi begged. "Then you and I will then be able to be together. Our lives will be entwined both legally and physically and you will become a full true partner and you will inherit all my estate, just like if we were married. No one would question our relationship after that." "Even though I do not think I will ever change my mind, for now and for your sake, I will consider it. But if I do decide to convert, it will be for my sake, not yours and not because of the inheritance. Perhaps as I learn more - you never can tell. I wish you were here now, habibi. I really miss you." He lied. Fazzi was extremely pleased with Joseph's replies. The fact that the soldier prostituted himself out to buy something that he thought would make him happy really delighted Fazzi. And now here was his lover leaving the door open to conversion. What more could he ask for? He would truly rather have Joseph choose to convert out of conviction, than any other reason. So he happily changed the subject and continued in a lighter vain. "You say you miss me and say it even after your bedroom gymnastics this afternoon?" he asked. "Yes and let's never bring that up again. I don't know what devil came into my body and possessed it, but that will never happen again. I wish it never happened. Can you forgive me?" "I know in my heart that you are lying to me now, however in spite of this you are still my true love - always pure - my Christian Knight on the White Charger..." "Now stop that or I'll forget about the party they are giving me this evening and run to your bed instead...." "I must be confused but I thought the party was last night." "No last night was just a family get together, tonight is the real thing. Rich and I are going to meet an old friend for dinner and a few drinks. AND we will not be going see any belly dancers-unless it is to see that male dancer we saw last night." Joseph jested. "In that case I should insist that you come home right after the party late tonight." Fazzi said in jest also. "But like I told you I'm going to be away at meetings and not even home tonight and most of Sunday. You are always welcome to come here even when I'm not here. The housekeeping staff has been informed that they are to serve you like they do myself. That is why you have your own key. Perhaps you will see fit to come on Sunday evening...." The downstairs buzzer began to sound. "I'll see, but someone is at the door and I must get going if I'm to be ready. It's getting late. Bye now." Joseph said and hung up the phone as he ran to answer the buzzer. "Who is it?" He asked into the building intercom. "The Pizza you ordered." "Oh yes! Ok I'll buzz you in." After paying off the delivery man and placing the Pizza in the oven, Joseph turned on Rich's CD Player and chose a record that he knew Rich would like and then sat on the daybed nude and waited for his man to come home. Closing his eyes and listening to the music he soon drifted off. He didn't know how long he was asleep, but the pressure of warm, wet and hot lips on his cock soon woke him up. Looking down he saw Rich's smiling eyes looking up at him from his crotch. Rich's tongue was swirling around and over his cock head. "Damn what a nice way to wake up." Joseph said as he stretched his arms and legs out. "How did your class go today?" "It went well. We did a bit of the 'Bard' and some other readings." Rich said. "How did the meeting with Dina "the snake" go? Is she going to perform? Please note that I did not ask anything else." "So noted." Joseph answered. "She is going to perform. Only one thing you should know. I think the bitch had my car bugged. When I go back here I ran a scan and found a bug. Barns was here and for now we are going to leave it in place." "Why?" "Because it would look funny if I were to remove it right away, besides it is only a directional bug and I have no problem with their knowing where I am at any given moment." "I smell Pizza and I'm hungry." Rich said as he went to the oven and retrieved the warm pie. "Come lets eat and then we can shower together." Joseph got up and put on the bathrobe and went over to the refrigerator, took out two cans of beer and opened them and joined Rich at the table. "You know I wish we did not have to go out tonight. I would rather spend it with just the two of us at home." "That's sweet, but it's a little late for that now. Frank would kill us if we backed out at the last minute." "I'm not saying we should or even suggesting it babe. It was just wishful thinking." He said as both of them silently ate the pizza and drank beer. Rich took his last sip of beer and seeing that something was on Joseph's mind finally broke the silence, "You sound like you have something on you mind. Something that I might not want to hear.... Well you are right. I don't wish to hear it, so keep it to yourself. I told you before that that stuff is 'Office work' and I'm not interested in what goes on at the office." "I know you did babe, but I feel that I should tell you everything." Joseph said. "I don't want there to be any secrets between us." The Three Day Pass Ch. 24 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me at the address in my profile. all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you for the many letters you wrote and telling me how much you like the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. * "Why would a Syrian diplomat do that?" "Interesting question. Who knows what they will do???? Like the man says this thing is getting curiouser and curiouser. Tis a puzzlement." Barns said laughing..... "Huh! What man?" Asked Joseph. "Oh sorry, it was from before your time. It was a quote from Yul Brynner when he played the King of Siam in 'The King and I'. I think...." Chapter 24 It was late Sunday morning when Fazzi's limo drove up the long driveway and came to a stop at the front door of his palatial home. The chauffeur got out of the vehicle walked briskly around to the rear door and held it open for him. As he got out he could see his housekeeper, Summaya, coming down the steps to greet him. "Sbaah El Kair, Good morning sir. Welcome home. Did you have a good flight?" she asked in Arabic. "Is the family well?" "Yes they are fine and they send their regards to you. Mary says she really misses you and would love to have you come and work for her. Would you like that? Would you like to go out to Michigan and work for Mary and Kasemah again?" "Sir, as much as I liked working for her and your daughter, my family and friends are all here in New Jersey and I am happy to be working for you and Sgt. Benson. I feel the both of you need me more than they do." The cook and maid said. "If I may say so and please I mean no disrespect at all, here I feel like I run the house and I like the feeling of giving the orders. You and the sergeant need someone to look after the both of you. Your wife and daughter, they are both strong people and can do for themselves." "Young lady, are you saying that Yussef and I are helpless weaklings and we need a woman fussing around us?" "Oh no! Not at all, sir. Its just that you and the sergeant need me to take the little things off your hands so that the two of you can have the time and energy to run the world without having to do the menial things like house work or cooking." She laughed as Fazzi joined her in her joke. "Err speaking of the Sergeant, did Yussef, by chance, come home last night?" "No, I was not even expecting him, was he supposed to come home? I wish he had, as the house has been empty and very lonely without you and if you must know the truth, it is even lonelier when Yussef is not around. He is so nice and easy to take care of. And he is always trying to show his appreciation. He knows I won't take any tips, not that he hasn't offered them, but he never fails to leave me a little something, some small little gift." The housekeeper said, then, changing the subject she continued. "It is too bad that you did not have the time to visit the women for longer than a few hours. They must have been sad at your short visit." "Yes." He lied, knowing full well that his wife and daughter would rather never see him again. "There was some business that I had to attend to in person In Deerborn, and I thought as long as I was there I would check on my daughter and find out how she was adjusting to her new life. "And how are she and Madam doing?" "We did not have too much time for a visit, but we did talk for about an hour and they seem to be doing fine. Mary is happy to be among her relatives. She is pleased to be able to attend her own church. Mary thinks it is great that Kasemah is becoming Americanized. I think it is a bit too much too soon, but there is little I can do about it. She has changed her name to Cassandra and become a licensed driver. She has now entered the University and she wants to become a doctor, a ladies doctor no less!" Fazzi said as he entered the house. "You would not recognize her. Oh, before I forget, we will be having two guests this afternoon. Nothing special is needed, well maybe just some tea and toast will do. They should not be staying too long. As far as dinner, I don't know if Yussef will be here for dinner or not... If he calls I'll let you know so that you can prepare a nice meal for just the two of us." "Very good sir. Is there anything else? "If you please, I'll take a light lunch in the library as soon as you can fix it. But first, the chauffeur has brought my 'carry on bag' up to the bedroom. Please unpack it for me and check to see if I have to send anything to the cleaners. OH, by the way, speaking of clothes, did Yussef's new wardrobe arrive yet?" "Yes it did yesterday after you left and I placed it in his closet. He is going to look like a handsome prince in those outfits. Your daughter had better get back here quick or...." "Now you are getting a bit too familiar young lady." Fazzi said with a fake scowl on his face and they both laughed as he headed for the library and she went upstairs to unpack his bag. While unpacking his bag she saw a notepad in the breast pocket of his suit. After carefully removing and inspecting the outside of the pad, she opened it and started reading some of the hand written notes. Hidden among the pages of the pad there was a cable from Syria. Unable to make any sense of it she copied its contents. After this she placed cable and pad back into his pocket exactly as they were before removal and hung up the suit in his closet. Then she went downstairs to tell Fazzi his bag was unpacked. Finding him in the library she informed him that everything was put away "Very good. You were right I do need you more than Mary and Kasemah, opps, Cassandra. Thank you. Is there anything else?" Fazzi asked. "No I'll get ready for your guests now and start your lunch. Your suit was clean but looked like it could use a little steaming. Would you like me to do that for you, sir?" She asked. "Never mind let it hang I will check it out later and let you know." He said and then returned to his mail. When he had gone through the mail he sat back in his soft leather chair and began thinking about what he was going to tell Allie and Hassan later in the day. Should he rake them over the coals or just burn their edges a little. While he was contemplating their futures, the phone rang. "Fazzi here." "Hello, lov." Joseph said. "I see you are home, did everything go well?" "Everything went very well, except that I missed you very much." He answered. "I do so look forward to the day when you will be able to accompany me on these trips. By the way I have regards for you from Mary and Kassie. You do know she has changed her name to Cassandra. Don't you?" "No I did not know that. Did they call?" "No. I saw them in Deerborn. I just made a short trip out there on business and gave them a call just to see if they were doing well. They were surprised to hear from me, but they were glad after the shock wore off and they send their love, especially Kassie. My darling you are going to have to do something soon about her. The fool still loves you and while she did not say it - she still has hopes you will come for her someday. Perhaps she has visions of you charging up there on that white horse of yours." "I'm sorry about that but that is my fault! I keep calling her at least five or six times a week. Perhaps I should cut that down. I cannot have her hoping and thinking that I want her back. It would be too much of a letdown when she realizes that I am no longer in love with her and no longer want or need her." "Well if you don't want her to keep thinking that, then you had better at least cut down on the calls." He said, "But Yussef, remember that for now we both need her as a cover. But if you feel you need to tell her the full truth... don't let it stop you. I can always use the excuse that you are going to be my adopted son to explain your living here. Anyway, I am reaching the point where I don't really care what others think any more." "Fazzi, habibi, like I just told you, I have no need for her, except for the need to maintain the cover that our pending marriage brings. Once I am free of the fucking army, I will be free to drop the charade. You are my only need now. You are the one that I have decided to spend my life with for as long as you want me." (He still almost chocked on these words, but found that it was getting easier and easier to lie. He was becoming quite the actor. He wondered if some of Rich's talent had invaded his body along with his....) "And I want to spend my life with you, Yussef." His Arab lover said interrupting Joseph's thoughts. "But you are right about the both of us needing to maintain that cover, at least for the present. When are you coming home? When will I see you again, habibi." "That's what I'm calling about --- I will be home for supper. Tell the cook I would like some lamb kabobs if it is not too much trouble. They are an aphrodisiac for me and I might need it after yesterday." "You mean your session with Dina wore you out and you need something to put you into the mood to make love to an old man like me?" "OK, you had your little joke. You know damn well that you are not an old man. You are mature and at the top of your sexual ability, my lover. And you know that I long to be with you all the time." Laughed Joseph. "What do I have to do or say to prove that she meant nothing to me. If anything she turned me off and an aphrodisiac may be just the thing I need to awaken my sex drive." "I was just having some fun with you, habibi, I'm sure I will figure something out to interest you in sex again, but just in case, lamb kabobs over rice you shall have. I cannot wait to see you at the table; your fingers greasy with lamb juice, as I pick each one up, place it in my hot mouth and with my tongue lick and then suck on your sweet tasting digits. OHHHHHHH yes, just the thought of it is my aphrodisiac! I have to go now. Lunch will be served soon, after which I am expecting those two Syrians you met the other night. If I continue this line of conversation much longer I will have to change my pants before they come. I'll relay your message to the cook. And I look forward to seeing you this evening. I love you!" he said as he hung up and called for his lunch. When it arrived he told the cook about his and Joseph's dinner plans. "Perhaps after you serve dinner you might want to take the rest of the evening off. Yussef and I can clean up the dishes." "That is kind of you, sir, and I would like to visit with my parents this evening and stay over there. You just leave the dishes in the sink and leftovers in the refrigerator, I can take care of it when I return in the morning." She joked. "After all, I would not like you and the sergeant getting to think you could get along without me." After lunch Fazzi waited for the arrival of his guests. At one P.M. they arrived and were shown into the library where they were made to stand at attention before Fazzi's desk while he pretended to look over some important papers on his desk. He let them sweat for a good three or four minutes before he acknowledged their presents. Finally he raised his head and scornfully asked them. "Well what do you two idiot fellahin have to say for yourselves before I pronounce sentence on your stupid useless lives. Why did you run another checkup on Yussef?" Allie was the first to speak. Standing at attention and staring straight ahead he spouted out. "Your Excellency this whole thing was my fault. I ordered Hassan to do another background check on Yussef. Hassan was following my orders. If there is to be any retributions, let them fall on my head and my head alone." Fazzi sat there stunned. He had not expected an outright admission of guilt. It just was not the 'Arab way' of doing things. He was at loose ends to know how to proceed. However he quickly recovered and in an aggressive manner continued his interrogation. "That is very commendable of you to take the blame you worthless piece of camel dung, but Allie it still does not answer my question.... WHY? And one thing more you are never use the term 'Your Excellency' when we are in public. In my home it is permitted. But no one is to know of my elevation in rank just yet. Now tell me why you felt the need to do this? Were you ordered to and if so who ordered you?" "No your Excellency no one ordered me to do it, I just felt that this man Yussef was distracting you and that perhaps he was creating a danger to yourself and to our government's plans. I felt that I just had to ascertain if he posed any threat to you or our mission here in the United States. You of all people, having been a security agent from way back, must recognize the danger of us becoming involved with 'outsiders'. And you must admit that this Yussef is, shall we say, too good to be true. So for my own sake as well as the nation's I felt it imperative to check one more time." Allie said defending himself. "Well I'll be damned, an agent with the guts to take the blame as well as one who will take the responsibility of leadership. That's very commendable, if it is indeed true. Rather unusual for our people. I like that in an agent. We need more of that, but from now on you had better get it through your head that I AM IN CHARGE. We cannot nor will we have people or groups running off in different directions. Now tell me, for the last time, did you find anything at all about Yussef that I should know about. Anything at all! Was there anything which justifies any further investigation?" "Well Excellency," Allie said stammering. "There was one thing...." "Well what is it?" "Well sir.." "Well - OUT with it!" Fazzi screamed, "Stop stammering and come out with it. When I ask you for the truth, I ALWAYS WANT THE TRUTH FROM MY AGENTS. I know that it has been the custom to lie to your superiors; Allah knows I have, but I need to know the truth, all the truth, all the time. We are all men of the world. Believe me, in this day and age here in America, there are few things that surprise or shock me." "He spent time with and most likely had sexual relations with one of the Dancers that works at the Cafe Casablanca." Allie finally got out. "The female dancer, the one called Dina, I hope!" Fazzi said smiling. "Is that all? Is that all you were able to find out?" "Well according to her he is a very accomplished lover. That is all, Your Excellency." Relieved Fazzi said, "I'm glad to hear that. I'm sure that bit of 'intelligence' will please my daughter on her wedding night. He is a young man and he needs the experience if he is to make a good and thoughtful husband to my unworldly daughter. I have no objections to Yussef sleeping with other women, before marriage. After their marriage, that will be my daughter's problem. Look, I know what and why he did what he did. He told me all about it. He did it because I had wanted Dina to dance at a certain function that I am going to run. She refused to do it. He helped to change her mind. I do not know if his abilities in bed changed her mind or not, but the fact remains that she did change it. I not only know about all this, but I approve of it. How can I not have approved of it! Hell if I thought I could have changed her mind by sleeping with her---you can be sure I would have gladly fucked her, not once but many times. Someday this man will be my daughter's husband, my son as well as my adopted son and heir. As such he will be my trusted agent. He is totally and completely loyal to me. I have sent reports to our leaders back home and they not only know all about him but so far they approve of my relations with him and everything I am doing here. You are not to question him or his motives ever again. You are not to investigate him ever again. If you should happen to hear or see anything about him that you think is suspicious ---you are to report it to me directly, but his loyalty to me, at this point, is absolute. Do I make myself clear to the both of you imbeciles?" "Yes Excellency." Both men said. "I have ordered tea and toast for you. I was thinking of putting poison in it, but decided that I would defer that until your next error.. Let us hope that you live long lives." Fazzi buzzed for the housekeeper and she came in with tea and toast as well as some cookies. After setting the tea service on the coffee table, she left and they helped themselves to the refreshments. They relaxed a bit and Fazzi turned to Allie and said, "Allie I must say that I was very impressed with your handling of my questions. Your actions show that you are worthy of leadership." "Thank you, your Excellency. I must admit to you that I was scared of this meeting. I hoped that I was acting in the best interests of the nation." "I'm so impressed that I have decided to promote you and make you my assistant. It would be a very important and dangerous job. Would you like that?" "Yes Excellency, I am at your service. And thank you for the promotion and opportunity to serve." After finishing tea Fazzi got up signaling that the meeting was over. As both men started to leave. Fazzi walked over and shook Hassan's hand and said to him, "Salaam Hassan, if you please, will you wait outside. I would like a moment or two with Allie to discuss the new job with him." After he left Fazzi said, "sit down Allie. This job that I have for you is top secrete. As my assistant you may choose whomever you want to help you. I did not know if Hassan had your complete confidence or not so I asked him to leave for now. You will swear everyone who works with you to total secrecy. You may consider yourself as of this moment, so sworn. If word of this gets out I will kill you with my own hands. Not only you but also every member of your family will meet horrible slow deaths. No one will live not a man, woman or child. Do I make myself clear on that? Having warned you of that, I shall now give you this last opportunity to refuse this assignment... This is the last time I will offer you this chance to get out with my blessings and your life. I give you this time, to reconsider. Once you decide there will and can be no turning back." After thinking a few seconds he said, "I do not need any more time to think about this. I cannot refuse to serve the nation and as long as you represent the nation, my family and I are at your disposal. I took that oath when I entered the service, just as you did, and I can see no reason to change my mind or loyalties now or ever." "Excellent that is precisely the answer I was hoping for. Now here are your orders; you are to contact, in person, every single head of the groups that we control. I want to meet with them in Syria in about two months. If anyone refuses, you are to tell him that the meeting is to discuss all future funding. Tell them nothing more. We must have their complete and instant agreement to meet. If they still choose not to come, not only will their bank accounts be confiscated, but also we shall take other measures to impress on them the need to attend. If they choose to send their second in command, they had better be on their deathbed, because we will cut them off 100% and heads will roll as well. You are to deliver this message personally and I expect their answers by the beginning of next month so that we will have time to arrange everything. I have here a list of people that you should contact." He said handing him a sheet of paper with the organizational leaders listed. The Three Day Pass Ch. 25 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me through the link below- all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you for the many letters you wrote (so far over 200) and for telling me how much you liked or hated the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. End of Chapter 24 "Damn it lover you don't need any aphrodisiacs. Get the hell out of here. You better take that shower-alone. GO NOW, habibi, before I insist that you fuck me right here and now. Right on the floor with the servants as onlookers cheering you on..." Chapter 25 Joseph, after taking a shower and a quick shave exited the bathroom drying his damp hair with a big fluffy towel. At one time he hated the fact that the army had insisted that his longish blond hair had to be cut short. Now he could see some advantages to the military 'Buzz Cut'. First of all, it dried quickly and it was easy to keep groomed. But lately an additional plus came to light. Whenever he rubbed the short stubble it reminded him of Rich. Now that man was the love of his life, but at times he could be so weird. For the last few weeks, during their lovemaking, he would find any excuse (or no excuse at all) to rub his cock and balls over the short hair. When Joseph asked him why, he said it was a major turn on. That it felt like tiny electric shocks stimulating his libido. He said it made him fantasize about all kinds of erotic situations, none of which he would divulge. Joseph never pressed him for any answers, but the fantasies sure added to their bedtime activities.... Oh! Damn it, there I go again the soldier thought; all I have to do is to think about Rich and I start getting hard. I've got to put him out of my mind. Thinking about him can make me careless and I cannot afford the luxury of that now. It takes only one slip and its curtains for me. (No, not the type of curtains he visualized in one of his own crazy fantasies. The one in which the both of them were on stage doing the "Dance of the Seven Veils". After the last veil floated to the ground, he and Rich, completely nude, are holding hands and bowing before a huge applauding audience as the curtain comes down!) (Now who is weird? he asked himself.) He was constantly trying to force this daydreaming crap out of his consciousness by repeatedly telling himself, over and over; I have to stop thinking of him. Being with Rich is fun. With Rich my mine can relax and be free. Being with Fazzi is not fun. It is work, deadly work. I have to focus and keep focused. My mind must always remain concentrated on the job. Wrapping the big towel around his waist, he walked over to the walk-in closet where he surveyed the growing collection of clothes hanging there. Along with two sets of army fatigues and his class 'A' uniforms, the maid had hung the new suits and sports clothes that Fazzi had ordered custom made for him. (Fazzi had also wanted to have his uniforms tailored but he had really put his foot down on that one.) The tailor had done a beautiful job on the new items. All were beautifully crafted and hand finished. All very expensive looking and made to give the impression that the wearer was either a highly successful young businessman or more likely, a man 'kept' by one. The entire wardrobe must have set Fazzi back almost as much as he had paid for the BMW. Standing there he could not help but admire the beauty of two special items. Items. Hanging there were not one but two tuxedoes, one a formal black 'penguin' tux and the other a white dinner tux. While he had not wanted either, now as he ran his fingers over the material, he secretly ached to try on the black one. In addition to this expensive wardrobe, Fazzi had also paid the tailor a small fortune to have a tailor's dummy made up. That duplicate of the soldier's body now stood in the corner of the closet and could be used when Fazzi wanted to order new outfits for Joseph. The only thing required was to select the material and style and the tailor would make up whatever he wanted. When not used for that purpose, the tailor had told them it could be used to hold jackets while the maid steamed the wrinkles out. When Joseph had again protested, it was Fazzi this time who put his foot down. Throwing his arms in the air, begging for the assistance of a higher authority, he then shook his finger in Joseph's face and said, "damn it habibi you better face certain facts; no matter what you say or want, I am going to surprise you from time to time with gifts. It is my nature! I love to give gifts to those I love. It is the nature of my people to express love in this manor. This is an old Arab tradition and if I must say so myself, perhaps one of the best. So why not make it a little easier on the both of us! I don't have a lot of time to waste shopping nor do I have the time to stand in line exchanging something that is the wrong fit or size. But most of all, as you should have learned by now, it is just not my style to buy 'off the racks'. That is for peons. Then again how can a gift be a surprise if you have to go for fittings? And this will simplify it for you too. I don't want you to have to spend all that time on fittings, standing on a raised platform having a stranger running his hands over that sexy body, touching you where he should not touch you and sticking pins into you. Time is money and we can use it much more effectively ---- besides if someone is going to stick something into you-it is going to be me and I won't use pins. Look at it as a money saving thing. We are lovers as well business partners. We will be going to a lot of business and social activities and we will need more clothes. The tailor made a mannequin of me and I am ordering one of you. Just trust me on this--this is the way of the 'rich class'. And you, my ex-farmer, are going to be rich, very rich. So get used to it. You are no longer a 'Fellah'. And I don't want to hear or see you acting like a peon ever again." Opening one of the dresser draws, Joseph ran his fingertips over the new silk dressing gown and pajamas the Arab had purchased for him. He had never felt pure silk before. It was so light and smooth and it had this seductive sexy feeling. No wonder women loved its texture against their bodies. He almost 'creamed' at the thought of it next to his skin. And then he smiled, as in his minds eye he pictured Rich in a similar set of pajamas. He made a mental note to remind himself that as soon as he could he was going to buy Rich a set of these. Damn there I go again. I can't put these on now. With that material rubbing against my privates the Washington monument would take second place to the 'Benson' monument. While he was not concerned that Fazzi would see him so aroused, he did have misgivings about that nice maid seeing him exposed. These and other thoughts were suddenly and rudely interrupted by the voice of Fazzi coming through the intercom. He was telling him dinner would be ready in a half hour and to please get ready and come down on time-as he feared that cold lamb kabobs might loose their potency. Joseph, smiling told him he would be ready and that Fazzi should wait for him in the dinning room. A playful mood descended on Joseph and instead of the silk nightclothes he removed the formal black Tux from the closet and quickly got all dressed up. Needless to say, the outfit fit like a glove. In fact it even came with a pair of gloves, a top hat and a shiny black cane with a silver handgrip and tip. What the hell, why not go all the way? Completely outfitted along with new black shoes and silk socks, he gave himself a final inspection in the full-length three-sided mirror that enabled him to view his entire body. He smiled and couldn't help saying to himself, God it does look great, I could get used to this kind of thing. Then placing the cane over his shoulder and using it to tilt the top hat at a rakish angle, he left the room whistling and walking with that Fred Astaire swagger he had admired when he watched those old films. He descended the stairs (he almost felt like tap-dancing down them) and made his way to the dinning room. He stopped in the doorway and leaning against the doorjamb, he struck a pose that would have done the old time dancer-actor proud. Then he cleared his throat and awaited Fazzi's reactions. The Arab looked up and let out a gasp as his mouth fell to the floor. He said nothing. He was speechless. His hands started to tremble almost over-filling the wineglass he had been filling. "OHHHHHHHHHHH! " crooned Joseph. "I'm sorry but I thought we were dressing for dinner!" Then after placing his top hat and cane on the sideboard and slowly removing his gloves and adding them to the pile, he proceeded to the table with all the grace he could muster and took his seat. At that precise moment the maid entered the room carrying the tray loaded with Lamb kabobs and steaming rice. She took one look and almost dropped the tray. "Ya Rob, My god, so handsome, a movie star!" she exclaimed trying to recover her poise and some how, at the same time, managing to place the tray on the table. "See sir? Just like I said. A young prince-a Hollywood star. He makes me wish I was Cinderella." "That will be enough out of you young lady. Remember, he is already spoken for. He is engaged to my daughter and the property of the Muhammad family. I will finish the serving. You can take the evening off now and go home to your mother. Make sure you give my regards to her and have a nice evening. Good night Summaya." Fazzi said. "Yes Summaya," Joseph added, "Good night and thanks for unpacking and arranging my closet." Still a bit shaken but recovering his senses and his humor Fazzi said, "Yussef, next time, please give us some hint. I almost spilled our wine and she almost dropped our dinner on the floor. You must forgive Summaya, she is the daughter of an old friend of mine that served with me and died in The Lebanon. I more or less adopted her and her mother and at times she forgets herself and takes too many liberties." "She is sweet and a very good worker. We should treasure her, as good help is almost impossible to find these days. I like her very much. She does what I ask her to do and if I say not to do something she, unlike some people I know, listens to me. Next time perhaps you will listen to me when I say not to do something. If you had not got me the Tuxedoes, as I requested in the first place, I would not have been tempted to do this. It is all your fault." He jested arranging himself at the table. "Spending your money on such foolishness." "Foolishness, maybe, but it was worth every cent." Fazzi said as he poured out two glasses of wine and then raised his glass to Yussef and offered a toast, "to us and all our happy times to come." To which the soldier added, "and to your boundless generosity which, though I may fight like hell against it-in my heart -I love both it and the giver." They clicked glasses and sipped the wine. Fazzi then proceeded to serve out the food, placing it before them. The rising steam along with the perfumed smell of the ever so slightly charred lamb teased, titillated and tantalized their appetites as they started to eat. "So how was your day? Anything important happen so far?" Joseph asked as he tore into the food. "You know Yussef for all the years that Mary and I were living together, she rarely, if ever asked me that question. I like that you do. It shows you are interested in me and not just in our sexual escapades. I am going to have to get used to this. It is a new experience for me. Now let's see, oh yes, do remember those two Syrians diplomats who you met here a while back?" "You mean Allie Balbak and Hussain See... I seem to have forgotten his name..?" "Hassan, Hassan Segour." Fazzi corrected him. "You do have a good memory, habibi. Well they were here today again." "What did they want?" Joseph asked fearing what Allie might have reported to Fazzi and trying to cover his nervousness. "I'm afraid that they were here to deliver some bad news to me. I am going to have to return to Syria in about two months on a family business visit. I may be gone for about a week. Those two men were here today to inform me that my brother passed away this past week and the family has asked me to come home and to go over his papers....." "His papers! Aren't you going to the burial? I should think you would want to attend." "No! That will not be possible as he is already buried. I will of course pay my respects at his grave when I'm there. I could have a memorial service for him here in Paterson, but that too, just does not seem to be the right thing to do. I hate to tell you this but you see we never did get along too well and.... My brother has always been jealous of me, as is the rest of the family. Anyway a special service would just be sort of hypocritical." "Jealous? I would think that they should be proud of you. Why would they be jealous?" asked Joseph. "Because I was the one that 'got out'. Think about it for a moment or two. Coming from a rural family yourself, I am sure that you can appreciate how the rest of my family felt about my escaping that life. To them I was just the lazy boy who would not accept his family's place in life and ran away leaving them to struggle. In the beginning I sent them money when I had it. Who knows what they did with it. My family still lives in a very remote rural section of the country. There are few if any telephones and a good road is unheard of. They seldom even go to the nearest big town, let alone the capital. I think I was the first in the family to even see a train, let alone ride on one. They still think radios are a tool of the devil. Anyway it has been decided that because I was so tied up here with the fund; that the earliest we could get together was in two months. By that time the fund should be well on its way and the money should have begun to flow. The two months will also give my family time to gather up his papers as well as time to recover somewhat from their loss. Then we can all sit down and be better able to make the decisions required with calmer heads." "I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. Is there anything, anything at all that I can do? Perhaps you would you like me to go with you?" Joseph asked knowing that this would put him in more solid with Fazzi. "Having someone close to you at this time is important. Perhaps there is something I can do there to help; after all I am going to be a part of your family, one way or the other." "What about your job, the school and the army? Would you get in trouble if you were to drop everything and come with me?" Fazzi questioned hoping that he could find a diplomatic way out of having to take Yussef with him at this time. Maybe he could take him another time, one when he would not be so involved with the Jihad. "Well I do have a little leave time coming, however for this, since it involves leaving the United States, I would have to make a special request for additional leave and I do not know if they will grant it as this is not for the death of a blood relative." Joseph said, trying to leave himself a way out at least until he could talk to Agent Barns. "I could ask and see what happens. They might just make an exception." "Do you really think that they will? I do not, not to Syria. Not at this time. An American serviceman-it would be the end of your military career." "I'm not so sure of that but if they refused and you still wanted me to go, then that might be a problem. If you felt that you really needed me well there are other ways...." "You mean you would.... No, Habibi, I could not ask you to do that. While I would love you to come to Syria with me, at this time I do have something more important for you to do right here. It is doing what I have been wanting to train you to do." "You want to train me???" "Well 'train' might not be the right word. Groom, yes groom would be better. I have been trying to groom you to be my second in command, to take over for me if I should have to go out of the picture for a while. That is why I had you appointed as my representative and contact man between the fund and Worthington Investments. That is also why I want to officially adopt you. Like I was saying before, in two months the money should begin to roll in and I will need you here to see that everything is going well." Fazzi explained. "Please agree to do this for me habibi." "If you think I will help you more by staying at home, so be it." "Great! I'm glad you agree to do this for me and have not insisted on accompanying me this time. If you had I might have been tempted to take you with me against my best interests and judgment. For now, I do not need you running up and down some mountains in the back woods of Syria where some hot blooded horny Bedouin might spot you, develop a craving for your blond body and decide to kidnap you for his tent slave." Fazzi jested as Joseph laughed. "That's really not so far fetched as it seems. Like I told you there are still lawless areas and plenty of brigands in my country. I should know because I was one and there are still people back there that think I still am one." They ate the rest of their dinner mostly in silence and Joseph was somehow able to keep from soiling the tux. After dinner they cleared the table and Joseph said he was afraid to press his luck any further, that he might soil the tux and was going up to change into something more comfortable. Fazzi asked if he wanted coffee in the library. "Why not bring it upstairs and we can have it in the master bedroom together?" "Great idea! You go on up and I'll join you. Get yourself comfortable. Put on the new pajamas I purchased for you. And look in the pocket. You will find a condom. I put it there to remind you what the Kabobs were for. Not that you would forget." He smiled. "I won't be too long. I just want to check out the house, lock up and bring up the portable coffee pot. It is going to be just the two of us alone tonight, and I don't want anyone to disturb us." "The day that I need a condom to remind me to make love to you will be the day I will need more than kabobs." Joseph laughed and went up to his room where he changed into the silk P.Js and laid down on his bed with the pajama top still unbuttoned, waiting for Fazzi to come in. Soon the odor of brewing coffee filled the air and then he heard Fazzi in their adjoining bathroom. Getting out of bed, he walked to the door, the silk ends of the pajama top flapping in the breeze. He opened the door and the Arab was standing by the sink dressed in a duplicate pair of P.Js finishing the brushing of his teeth. Joseph entered and placed his arms around him and kissed his ear lobe. "I really don't know how to act now that I know of the death of your brother but, damn it, you smell and taste so good." He whispered into his ear. The Arab half turned his face and said, "Yussef please do not let my brother's death bother you. We have not been close for years and years." Then to prove it, he continued in jest "What you smell must be that new men's cologne 'Essence of Lamb Kabob Number 1'. I had a chemist conjure it up just for you. Does it do anything for you?" "GRRrrrrr! That odor and these pajamas, they are both real sexy turn-ons." growled the solider as he sank his mouth into the back of Fazzi's neck and moved on to his broad shoulders sucking on the delectable meat and leaving red love marks along the way. "I see you got yourself a matching pair of these pajamas and I like that. These P.Js are so nice and soft that I don't feel like I have anything on." His hard cock grinding into the silk covered ass cheeks of the gasping man. The Three Day Pass Ch. 26 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you for the many letters you wrote (so far over 200) and for telling me how much you liked or hated the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. End of Chapter 25 "No they do not know our undercover agents and we don't know theirs. The fewer people who know the agents the better off we all are. We just have an agreement to try to check with each other before either of us takes any action in situations like these. So far this mutual assistance has worked and I'm told that they plan to keep their part of the agreement as we intend to keep ours. But you and I both know that things could change overnight..." Chapter 26 "Bill, Do you think you could do a favor for me? I invited Fazzi to talk to my class on the 1948 Syrian/Israel war. He wants to bring our 'debugging' friend as moral support. Do you think you could arrange permission for them to come onto the base?" "I don't think you need me to do that. Just go to the school commandant and arrange it yourself. If he does have a problem with it then, tell him to contact me." Bill said. "I wonder what's going on between them? It looks as if there is more to the Fazzi-Allie connection than just old army friends. Very interesting. Do you mind if I attend your class that day? I should think that with a special guest lecturer coming, it would not be too unusual to have some outsiders there. "Ordinarily I would think it would be OK but might not Fazzi recognize you from that midnight raid you and the police pulled at the estate awhile back?" "I'm sure he did not see me. I stayed out of sight and I was not with the officers that grilled him then. I'm sure I never had any contact with him." "Then I think it would be OK and guests are not unusual at all. Some of the other instructors and the CO are always dropping in on my lectures. In fact, at my graduation, the school commandant himself invited Fazzi and his family to give lectures on Moslem customs and he asked Mary and Kassie if they would give lectures on the role of Moslem women in Arab society. He said he would be interested in attending any lecture Fazzi would see fit to give and if he came - I'm sure his staff would feel an obligation to come also. He would not even have to issue invitations." "Great! Then all you have to do is arrange the thing with him and inform him that I will be coming as one of his staff. Request that both Fazzi and Allie are picked up at the gate, processed there, and provided with transportation and an armed escort at all times. We don't want them wandering around base or getting the idea that security is lax. If they object-tell them that since Allie is from the embassy it is for their own protection, and the last thing the Army would like to see is a diplomatic incident happening on base." "O.K., I'll let you know when I set it up. It will most likely be this Thursday, 1300 hours." They parted and Joseph went to see the school commandant to arrange everything. "Is all this security necessary?" Asked the C.O. "Most likely not, but, I know it will impress my 'father to be' and Mr. Balbak is a foreign diplomat and as such is entitled to it. In any event, Agent Barns wants them to think it is and it will make them think that they are important." "Ok, but I'm going to have to run this over to the Commanding General and get his approval." "Excellent, sir. I don't think he will, but if he has any questions or objections have him call Agent Barns. You might also want to invite him to attend the lecture. I hear that some of the battles of that war are studied at West Point." Joseph said. "Yes they are studied, as are all the major wars in history. In fact if I remember right there was a retired American army officer, a colonel I think, that served with the Jews and was made a general on the Jerusalem front. His name was David Marcus and he was killed there and is buried at the Point. When I went to the Point, I remember quite a few lectures on American/Soviet weapons systems. A lot of that information was gathered from the Mideast wars." The C.O. said. "So, I hope your future father knows his facts as he will face a very knowledgeable audience. Yes, this should prove to be very interesting indeed and I'm glad that you were able to arrange this. It will earn both of us a few 'brownie points' with the General and I'm sure he would love to be here. In fact, I don't think I could keep him away if I wanted to." Joseph Called Fazzi later and told him of the arrangements and the Arab agreed to everything including the security. "That means that my chauffeur will have to leave me at the main gate and wait outside." "If he is going to be 'packing' a weapon, he will have to give it up or park outside the gate. You better inform Allie also. The both of you will have to endure the security check and metal detection inspection. Once the two of you enter the gate, the Army will be in charge of your protection." "I was always comfortable with military protection, lov. After all don't I permit you and your little pistol to protect me when we are alone together? I feel safe in your hands and I'm sure Allie and I will be safe in theirs," he said and then asked, "Yussef, when are you coming home? I would like to go over my lecture with you before I give it." "That will not be necessary, I'm sure that you do not need to rehearse anything with me. However, I'll be home Wednesday evening and we will be able to talk more then. Lov you babe, see you then. Bye for now" And then he hung up. He next placed a call to Barns and told him everything was set for Thursday at 1300. Wednesday after class Joseph got into his car and drove over to Fazzi's estate. Using his key he let himself in and found Fazzi in the Library. He had just finished printing out some material from one of the English language Arab web sites. "Just finishing my homework, Yussef. I will be with you in a few minutes." Fazzi said as Joseph leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Don't hurry my lov. If you are going to be seeing a teacher, you have to expect homework. However, I would not worry about your grades-I have already marked you all 'A' plus. Besides you have an 'IN' with the teacher." "There, I'm finished now. You want to eat out or should I ask cook to make you up some kabobs?" No Kabobs tonight lover, I want you to be in tiptop shape tomorrow for class. It would not look good if you showed up with your ass torn apart before the lecture." He joked and then continuing in the lighter mood said, "what do you say to my taking you out this evening. Let's do the burger and fries bit tonight. A little American fast food for once won't kill you. Just so you don't over do it and get fat." "That's no joke, I have to think about keeping my figure right and trim for my lover." "If by lover you mean me, habibi, you can eat all you want during the day, I will just whip you back into shape at night in bed. Besides if you put on a pound or two, here or there, --- there will be just that much more of you to love." "Yussef you are going to spoil me." He said standing up and taking the soldier into his arms and kissing him. "Before she finds out you are here and cooks up a banquet, let me just tell the cook we are going out to eat. I know she will be disappointed not being able to cook for you, but she will recover. You go upstairs and get dressed----- and before you ask---No, not in the Tux this time!" he laughed, " this time, informal attire." Joseph ran laughing up the stairs and changed into a sport jacket and pants set and then returned to the library where Fazzi after giving him a close inspection said, "habibi, you know how much I adore seeing you in uniform but I now find you to be just as sexy in civilian attire. Hey, maybe we can go to a movie after the burgers. I can use an evening of relaxation for once." "Great idea. We can sit in the rear, share a bag of popcorn and make out-if there is no one there." Joseph said. "Just like ordinary lovers on an ordinary date." "Then we better pick a theater out in the - the, how do you Americans say it- Ah yes, the boondockies, someplace where we are not known." Fazzi warned. "IshAllah, you almost make me want to throw caution to the winds and go dancing with you." "The word is 'Boondocks' habibi and that dancing idea of yours is not altogether impossible. I have given it a lot of thought and I have an idea. We just have to find a place that has Arabic line dancing. We would blend right in." Joseph said. "But first, you would just have to teach me, if you didn't want me stomping on your feet." "That my love is a great idea. It is really not that hard to learn and it would be a very good thing for you to know how. Nothing gets you into the inner circle of Arab society better than dancing a 'Dabbke'. All I need to teach you is a tape of one of the tunes which I know I have somewhere around here and we can start tonight." Fazzi said as he went to the stereo and rummaged through a pile of tapes, selected one and placed it in the tape player as the room burst into the thumping beat of goat drums and the high pitch of recorder music. Taking Joseph's hand he demonstrated for him the basic stylized complicated dance steps and jumps. After tripping over his feet a few times Joseph finally began to pick it up. "See it's not so hard to learn. All it requires now is some practice." "But I feel so stiff and uncomfortable." That is what makes it easy to learn. It is the basic part of learning to do the Dabbke. You have to keep your upper body stiff and let your feet do the work. It is somewhat like those Irish dancers, only stiffer and without the tap dancing. From what I can see it won't be lone before you have it down pat. All you have to do now is to feel the music in your soul. Let your body react to the music and don't look at your feet. Just 'go with the music'. A few more lessons and then we will just have to dig you up a 'gambaz' and a 'kaffia', the robe and headdress. With that to cover your blond hair, no one would ever take you for anything other than a born Arab. I don't think it would be too difficult to conjure up an outfit for you somewhere around here." He joked. "We can practice every night and by the time we have that Bazaar, you will be an expert and we will be able to celebrate our union by dancing together in public. And I guarantee that the community will not only approve but they will cheer us on and join in our dance." "I think that I would get a kick out of that." Joseph said. "Maybe I could even teach Rich and the three of us could cement Arab/American relations. I'm even sure I could get his father to join us." "Oh speaking of dancing and the Worthingtons - I almost forgot-Dina called and said that she is looking forward to your dancing with her at the Bazaar in two weeks. She said it could either be like the dance you two did at the cafe when Sara and the two Richards were there or perhaps something new." Fazzi said. "She asked if that would be O.K. or do you want special lessons at her home." "Call her and tell her that I think what we did at the cafe will be fine. No private instruction will be needed." Joseph said, clearing his throat. "Now let's go to eat." "Yussef have you noticed that lately our relationship has been changing? Not in big ways, but small endearing ways. In the beginning you were this hot Crusader who came to my tent as my conquering knight and I was your Muslim slave lover. We were both formal and reserved. Now we are both equal and relaxed with our relationship." "Yes I have noticed it, but I did not want to mention it for fear that you might think that the relationship was becoming less passionate. Believe me, Fazzi, the passion is still there but now it is more refined and I find that I like this more... There is no hurry, no war between us or even that inner war within myself. I don't need to be the conqueror, the lord and master and I don't find the need to prove my manhood. I have accepted the fact of what I have become. There is just the overwhelming need to be together with you and the need to prove my love and satisfy you. I have become more and more at ease not only with you but also with myself and with others. I hope this pleases you as much as it does me!" "I think it means that aside from the sex, we are beginning to love each other more and that you are accepting the fact that you can remain a man while you make your life together with another man. To tell you the truth, and I hope it is the truth; I do not think that you would want to go back to my daughter or even Dina. And, perhaps it signifies that you are approaching the time when you will be ready to make another choice. The one you may soon have to make, if we are to be "one" together." Fazzi said in a low guarded voice, almost as if he was walking on a bed of broken glass barefooted. "As much as I hate to think about it-yes you are right. I do find myself thinking more and more about my faith. It is most distressing at times and very hard." Joseph said, not really lying about his inner feelings. "I do think about it but keep pushing it away. Just like I'm going to do right now: Come let's go to eat." They went out to a Burger King and Joseph ordered for Fazzi and they sat in a corner booth and ate. "You know this is not half bad." Said Fazzi. "I could get used to eating this. Are you sure there is no pork in these? Not that I have not tasted pork before, I just don't want to eat it where my friends could see me." "They do advertise them as pure beef and I don't think they would make that claim if they were not. The competition would soon scream its head off if it were not true. I can check if you really want to know or next time I could order you the vegetable patty burger." "Perhaps in the future, but for now forget it. Even though it is no excuse, I can always say I did not know." Fazzi said as he downed the last of his burger and licked his fingers and then wiped them on a napkin. "Yussef, there is a big favor I would like you to do for me tomorrow. I noticed that you and Allie did not 'hit it off' when he was at my house. Could you please try to get along with him? You know you are very special to me, and no matter what happens you will always be first in my heart. However, he is an old friend and he is an important man in the embassy." "I don't know where you got the idea that I did not like him. Just because we have differing opinions and ideas does not mean I dislike him. If it is anyone that I didn't care for, it was Hassan Segour. He is a Idiot." "About Segour I agree, he is an idiot. I thought it was Allie you didn't like, so this should be easy. I would like the two of you to become friends." "By friends? Just what do you mean. Is he an ex-lover of yours?" Joseph asked rather guardedly. "Or are you thinking and planning of doing a threesome...." Fazzi almost enraged and almost raising his voice said, "no, how can you even think that? That is a disgusting idea. I have given up that sort of thing since long before I met you. Besides, I do not want to share you with anyone. I just want you to get to know him because he will be leaving the Embassy soon and I was thinking of placing him in charge of selecting the charities that will be getting allocations from the 'FUND'. While you and I would have the final say, you will be working closely with him and I would like the two of you to be friends. You may even be required to travel together to inspect some of the charities. I just want you to feel at ease with him." "If that is what you want then I can only tell you that since it means that much to you, I will try my best" "That's all I ask. Make an honest effort then If you find it in any way uncomfortable to work with him, I will of course, find someone else. Your comfort is my only interest." Fazzi promised. "Now that that is settled, lets go to that movie. I am enjoying this. We are talking just like 'normal people' and making fun together. I have never had any fun for fun's sake before. I think on top of everything, Habibi, you are teaching me to relax. No only do I love you but I love being with you." Joseph smiled to himself and thought; now all I have to do is to relax myself. For some reason the more he was able to get Fazzi to relax, the more tense and wound up he became. He would have to ask Barns about this later. They went to the movies and they did order popcorn and finding that the theater was almost deserted they were able find seats in a dark corner in the very last row. While the temptation and opportunity was there they restrained themselves and just held hands. But, every now and then they would lean over as if they wanted to whisper in each others ear and instead would place their lips on each others ear and give it a little lick or nibble. This restrained love making aroused Fazzi even more than if they had thrown caution to the wind and fucked their brains out in the aisle. Afterwards as Joseph drove them home, Fazzi was so excited that could not keep his hand off Joseph's crotch or his head off his shoulder. At home in their bed, they made light love to each other and then went to bed hugging each other. In the morning Joseph again got up early and left for base. On the pillow of the sleeping Arab he left a note telling him how much he had enjoyed the evening and that he would see him in school at 1300 hrs. He also told him that he had Friday off and asked to attend Mosque with him if he would take him. Fazzi getting up late, read the note and was delighted. That is wonderful he thought; and I did not even have to ask him. Could Yussef, as he said last night, be coming around to really considering conversion or was he just doing this to please me? Either way it is fantastic. He could not help humming one of the Dabbke tunes as he quickly showered himself, dressed and gathered his notes placing them in the breast pocket of his suit. Feeling something else there he pulled out the small notebook he had left there. Taking it out he looked it over, checking to see if anything was missing, Finding all in order he went over to the picture that covered his wall safe, opened the safe and placed the papers inside and locked it up. Not giving it another thought he went to the library where he sat down and quickly went over his notes for the fifth time while he waited for Allie to arrive. When he did they had a light brunch and taking Fazzi's limo they drove toward the base. "How are the arrangements going for your mission?" Fazzi asked. "Very good so far. It appears as if the Emirate had already notified them that someone from their office would soon contact them, so they were expecting this. I have informed the leaders that I want to meet with them to deliver an important message. Most of them, if not all have agreed to meet with me in the next few weeks. I will then deliver the Emirate's message to each one in person. After that the fireworks will begin. They are not going to like the message. Lets hope they don't kill the messenger." "They won't - at least not this time. At first they will be curious, they will want to see what's in it for them. Then the few of big ones will kick and scream but in the end they will come around thinking and planning ways for them to take control. But they too will submit and then we will weed out the ones we do not want." Fazzi told him. "Once they realize that they have no money and can't raise any, they will be only too happy to join." The Three Day Pass Ch. 27 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me at Joystick56@Hotmail.Com - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you for the many letters you wrote (so far over 250) and for telling me how much you liked or hated the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. End of Chapter 26 “It's on the news, Aljazeera, as well as the American news. He was captured in Iraq. Ibrahim Smith an American soldier, it is him they showed a photograph. People in the congregation remembered that he brought you to the Mosque. He is still alive but unless all Iraqi prisoners are released in 48 hours, they are going to cut off his head!!!” Chapter 27 It was one of the few times that Joseph was too stunned to talk or move. He leaned back against the wall and just let the world close in on him. His arms and legs seamed to become disconnected from his body as he felt himself sliding down the wall. Fazzi reached out quickly and grabbed him to prevent him from landing on the hard stone floor of the alcove. "Yussef, Yussef are you all right?" Fazzi kept repeating as he shook him and patted his cheek trying to bring him back from out of the deep dark cold sea that was fast enveloping him. "Someone, please, come and help me." From everywhere men came running to assist. They helped carry Joseph into the Imam's private study where he was placed on a sofa and made as comfortable as possible. Someone brought him a glass of water and as he sipped from the glass, the color began to come back into his face and slowly he started to come out of his stupor. Seeing that he was returning to the world of the living, Fazzi gently moved the onlookers out after thanking them for their help. However, a distinguish member of the congregation carrying a black bag, pushed himself forward. Fazzi recognize the man as his own doctor and asked if he could please be of assistance. The doctor said "For sure. As soon as I saw what was happening I ran for my bag. What happened?" "Thank you, doctor. My friend has had some bad news and I think he passed out. We would be most thankful if you could look at him. Any assistance you render would be appreciated." "I know I heard the news myself. It shocked me also. The black soldier, a really nice boy, I remember his visits here." He said as he opened his case and removed his stethoscope and placed it to Joseph's chest. "I'm fine now, just a bit of a shock." Joseph mumbled. "No need for all this fussing." "Now look here young man, you are the patient and I'm the doctor here. You just keep quiet while I finish up. Then I'll tell you if you are fine." He said as he took his pulse and them made him follow his finger with his eyes. "No concussion. You were right sir; it looks like just a bit of shock. Let him rest here for a few minutes. Then perhaps a few hours rest at home might be better for him. He is young and strong as a bull. He should be fine. Everyone else clear out of here and give him some air. Just you and I will stay Mr. Muhammad. Please raise his feet and someone bring him a warm blanket." About a half hour later Joseph was beginning to feel more like his old self, his color had even returned." Joseph told the doctor that he was feeling better and that he thought he would like to go home. "We are keeping the Imam out of his study. Please apologize to him for me. It was just the shock. I'll be OK. I just need time to adjust to it. I did not even know he was serving in Iraq." "Yes, I do think he would be better resting at home Mr. Muhammad. He still appears to be a bit disoriented, but that should clear up with rest. I have a sedative he can take, but only when you get him into bed. It is quite strong and should help with the shock. I'll give you four tablets; have him take one when you get him home and put him to bed, then one every four hours, but only if he needs it. He is not to drive or operate machinery. I think he will be fine by morning. I can stop by tomorrow, if you like, but in any event give me a call in the morning and let me know how he is doing." The doctor instructed and gave Fazzi the pills and his card. "Thank you doctor. Please send me the bill. It was most kind of you and we will be in touch." Fazzi helped Joseph to his feet and he and the doctor put him into the car. Again Fazzi thanked every one and after making sure that Joseph was covered up he got behind the wheel and drove home. "I'm going to have to call his mother---what can I say to her. That poor woman, she must be out of her mind. Maybe I should check to find out if they have notified her yet." Joseph rambled on and on with his eyes closed to prevent the sunlight from aggravating his throbbing head. "They would not have released his name and photo to the American press if the Pentagon had not done that first. Do you know her number? When we get you home and in bed I will get her for you. However let's wait until I first check and see if I can get any information from Allie at the embassy. He has all kinds of connections and informants. I'm sure he will help." Arriving home and helping Joseph up to his room and making him sit on the bed, he said, "Let me help you undress and get comfortable. You heard what the doctor said. You have to lie down and rest. I'll have cook make you something warm to drink and you will take the pill the doctor prescribed. You relax and I will call the embassy and get Allie to work on this right away. I also have some other people that I know who may be helpful. I promise you, habibi, everything is going to be OK. I have a lot of friends who owe me favors and I intend to call every one of them in. If your friend is still alive I will do everything I can to have him back home soon. Now I'm going to the kitchen and have Summaya make you a cup of broth." A few minutes later he came back with some toast and a cup of broth, with which he insisted Joseph take with the pill. Joseph had a problem. If he took the pill, as Fazzi wanted him to, he could not be sure that he would be able to keep his mind alert and when dealing with Fazzi he wanted to be one hundred percent sure that he was. Taking the pill in his fingers he said, "I can't take this with hot soup, I need a glass of cold water. Could you please get me one from the bathroom?" While Fazzi went to get him the water, Joseph did a quick palming of the pill. On the way back with the water all Fazzi saw was Joseph reaching for the water as if he had just swallowed the pill. He then finished the hot broth and lay back with his head on the pillows. "I hate taking medicine, but I do need the sleep. I am bushed and ..." he said as he relaxed his body and then pretended to doze off. Fazzi kissed him and said, "There you rest now, and I'm going to let you alone. I'll get right to work on freeing your friend. I'm going to call Allie right now and see if the embassy has any news and if it can help." "Good, thank you for everything, but promise me that you will wake me if there is any news at all." After he left Joseph got out of bed and went into the bathroom, took a leak, then wrapped the pill in toilet paper and flushed it down. He returned to bed got under the covers and this time he really did start to drift off. About 20 minutes later Fazzi carefully opened the door and peeked into the room. Seeing that Joseph was sleeping, he tiptoed over to the chair by the bed and sat down. He sat there watching the sleeping man's chest rise and fall. Joseph, feeling a presents in the room, opened his sleepy eyes and seeing the Arab's smiling face asked, "Habibi, you are smiling, any news?" "I really did not want to wake you, but you did say to wake you if I had any news. I just got off the phone with the embassy. Allie said that he is going to call-in every favor he has out there. He was very upset that this happened. One way or the other, he is going to get your friend released. I told him to act like, God forbid, it was you that they had captured and to make sure Ibrahim was treated well. He said he would call back as soon as he had some news and that you were not to worry, too much." "Not worry! How can I not worry?" Joseph said as he drifted off again. Two hours later Fazzi again tiptoed into Joseph's room and woke him up. "I'm sorry to wake you again, but I thought you would want to hear this. I have some good news for you." He said handing the soldier a phone. "Here talk to Allie." "Hello Allie, what have you found out?" Joseph asked in Arabic. "First of all he is well, considering that he put up one hell of a fight when he was taken. They must have really wanted him alive as a hostage. He is receiving excellent medical attention now. Through some very powerful friends we have been assured that he will be well cared for, that no further harm will come to him and best of all they will cooperate by releasing him to a Syrian agent." "How were you able to get them to do that?" Joseph asked. "Well we told them that they had captured an undercover agent of the Syrian Government and that until this was taken care of they had better treat him well or there would be hell to pay." Allie laughed. "And they brought it. So they will hold him until one of our agents can take him off their hands." "Thank you Allie, but can we be sure that they will keep their word. I have to call his mother and I want to tell her the truth and not some lies that will cause her more pain and anguish later." "Well, in these cases, no one can guarantee anything one hundred percent but I am sending a man there who is going to stay with Ibrahim until he is brought safely to Syria. He is one of our best operatives. However, it might be difficult for our man to gain your friend's confidence unless he has some way to assure him that we are there to help him and not hurt him. If we could convince him that you were the one behind his rescue it might help." "What do you mean? What can I do from here? What do you want?" "Just some personal message. Something that only you and Ibrahim are familiar with that will convince him that the man was sent not only by Syria, but that you are in back of it. Do you have one?" Allie asked. "Without something like that he might fight us and we would have to use drugs to knock him out. And one can never be sure how he might react to being drugged. I think you will agree that it would be better to not have to use them." "I agree, wait while I think." Joseph thought for a few seconds and then said with a big smile on his face, "Yes! I have one. Tell him he better take care of himself because Kassie and I will need him as our best man and if something were to happen to him, I would miss not getting his morning bacon." "Someday you must tell me what that bacon thing is, but for now I think that will do it. It will be made to look like he escaped on his own. It will take a day to arrange all this and I'm flying out tonight to monitor the situation myself and make sure it goes well. I'll be there myself when he is free. I will meet him and fill him in. I'll be in contact with either you or Fazzi whenever I have anything to tell you. Fazzi has my cell number, get it from him and call me anytime you feel the need." "I don't know how to thank you, but I'm sure I will find a way." "No need, just remember that it pays to have a friend like Fazzi. Somehow it opens the doors fast." He said out loud, while thinking to himself; now I've got myself in good with the real boss. "You just rest now and leave the problem in my hands. I will get back to you." "What about his mother? What can I tell her?" "Fazzi said you were worried about that... well you can call her and tell her that while she is not to say anything yet to the press, you think that by Monday Ibrahim will be back home or on his way. Our ambassador has already informed the White House that Syria is going to get Ibrahim back safely and in such a way that it will reflect well on the young man. He has assured them that we are 'pulling out all the stops' and will move ASAP as long as Washington does not interfere. Now rest easy." "Again my thanks to you and to the ambassador and I do owe you." Joseph said and put down the phone. He dialed Ibrahim's mother and after making sure she knew who he was, he told her that he was sure everything would work out. "Everyone is saying that, but I'm not so sure. Until I hear his voice on free soil I'll worry. I'm a mother. What else can I do? I thank you for your call but I should leave the line free to let calls come in. I just hope one of them is from Ibrahim and it comes soon." "I'll get off the line now, but I wanted you to know that we are doing everything we can to bring him home." He hung up the phone said to Fazzi, "that poor woman. I wanted so much to tell her everything but I did not want to raise her hopes now to have them fall later. I hope she can hold on." "Look, you too have got to relax or I'll have you on more of those pills. Now no more phone calls just lay back and get some rest. Do you think you need another pill?" Fazzi said with concern in his eyes as he smoothed the bed linen. "No! It is too soon. Lay back and let the pill work. I'll take the phone out of here so you won't be disturbed. Would you like me to come back and stay with you while you sleep?" "That would be nice, however there is something else I want you to do for me first. I want you to go back to the Mosque and get that Imam to issue a statement or edict or whatever, in "the name of Allah the Compassionate, and the entire Muslim community of Paterson", calling for the immediate release of their fellow congregation member and brother, Ibrahim Smith." "Yussef, my darling, I don't have to power to do that! What do you think I am?" "BULLSHIT, habibi, that is a load of bullshit, let's cut the crap. Do you think I'm blind or just an idiot? You are the most powerful man in this community. If you want something you just have to shake your finger and these people run to do your bidding. They respect and love you and will do anything you ask." "Why is it so important that I get them to do this?" Fazzi asked. "Ibrahim is going to be set free with or without this." "That, my lover, is just the point! The idea just came to me, in a bright crystal clear flash. As long as they are going to release him we have nothing to loose and a whole lot to gain." "Gain? What are you talking about? You know as well as I do that when he is free, these men will only take revenge in another way. What can we gain?" "I'm not talking about the kidnapers. They are viscous and stupid. Without even planning it they have afforded us a golden opportunity. I'm thinking of the Arab/American community here. I'm thinking of our 'Fund'. We can and should play this for all it is worth!" Joseph reasoned. "Lots of good will and publicity! That's what we will gain. Look you are throwing this Bazaar soon --- why? For publicity and to publicize that the 'Fund' is a humanitarian charity, isn't that right? To most Americans 'Humanitarian' and 'Arab' are oxymorons. The two just do not coexist in the same universe. If you do what I say, we may be able to change this misconception. Not only will this bring us good public relations, but also this could become national news. The best kind of P.R. possible, worth millions of dollars and best of all it does not cost us a single cent. When Ibrahim is freed the Arab/American community will look like the real heroes. I can't think of anything else you could do that would prove to your fellow Americans that that they have been wrong about Muslims. That Arabs do care and can be humanistic and compassionate. One other thing --- just think of what the Black Community will think of your going to bat for one of their people." "Yussef, my dear, dear habibi, what a scheming, devious, calculating and wonderfully evil mind you have. Are you positive that you are not Levantine? You must have lots of Arab blood in you." Fazzi started to laugh, "Why didn't I think of that? It's a great idea. But, I will go you one better. I'm going to call not only the Imam but also all the leaders from the Mosque and tell them to get their backsides here, now. We will get that petition and get it within a few hours and release it to the press and make the evening news. You leave all this to me, lov, I will take care of everything. Ish Allah, it was His will that I met you. I thank Him every day for sending you to me. I will get right on this and then I'll be back." Fazzi left after kissing Joseph. "Great" Joseph said as he drifted off to sleep. It was late in the evening by the time he returned to Joseph's room. He was ready for bed himself. It had been a rough day, but things had gone well. After a bit of pressure applied in the right places, he had done everything that Joseph had asked. He had called the Imam and all the movers of the community to a meeting in his house and ordered them to sign the proclamation he had written. He then called in the press and together with his "committee"; he released the petition and the press gobbled up the story. The whole thing appeared on all the networks and received top spot national news coverage. Even the European and worldwide press were printing the story. "Arab Americans Demand Release of American G.I." ran the headlines. It had been a very satisfying and a very good day's work. He looked down at the still sleeping soldier and Fazzi seeing him there stretched out decided to join him in bed. Even though he had sent the servants home earlier, he locked the bedroom door and went into their connecting bathroom. He was exhausted yet he just had the need to feel Joseph's body next to him in bed. In his room he stripped off his clothes except for his boxers then he went back into Joseph's room dropped the boxers and lay down beside the nude body of his lover. He wanted-- he needed Joseph to make love to him. Joseph needed it also. But right now Joseph was not in any condition to do it to Fazzi. He was out. The doctor was right; those pills could keep him in a state of happy bliss for hours yet. This was his chance, perhaps the only one he would ever have. He was going to rape the sleeping soldier. He would never know it and if he objected he would blame it somehow on the pills. He was not thinking straight. It was as if the old lusts had returned. He was back in the Lebanon again. The "old Fazzi" was back, with a vengeance. All he wanted was to fuck his lover into submission. To have his cock nail him to the bed. He ran his fingers over the sleeping nude body. Feeling no response he kissed the back of his neck. Only the sound of his deep breathing greeted him. His fingers gripped the soft dick and still no reaction. Fazzi slid down under the covers his lips kissing as he moved his mouth down the sleeping body until they reached it's crotch. He started to nibble on the foreskin using his teeth, his lips and his tongue he moved the skin back and forth lapping his hot tongue tip over and into the space between his cock head and the skin. Finally a reaction, but not the one he had expected. Joseph rolled over on his belly, still asleep. The Arab was frustrated at this point, his face now looking at Joseph's ass. His fingers reached out and caressed the muscled flesh. He placed his thumbs so that he could spread apart the two hard globes exposing the hidden valley of delight to and for his explorations. Next the Arab's tongue tip reached out to touch the pink rosebud. He pressed his face deep within the walls of the hot, humid love valley. Burring his face in the hairy forest, He licked, sucked, and nibbled on Joseph's ass hole. Then and only then did Joseph react by moaning and giving a deep sigh. The Three Day Pass Ch. 28 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you for the many letters you wrote (so far over 250) and for telling me how much you liked or hated the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. End of Chapter 27 "You, my love, are impossible, just impossible. I cannot satisfy you. I have turned you into a rampant sex fiend. What am I to do with you?" "I just want to fuck you one more time, lov.... Just one more time..." Chapter 28 Later that morning the doctor paid a house call and after an examination, he proclaimed Joseph fit to continue his normal activities. As soon as he left Fazzi said, "I did not need him to tell me that! I could have told him that. Now I want your to go into the city and have some fun. I was not joking last night when I told you about my meetings today. There is nothing for you to do here now. I will keep up with things from here and let you know if I hear anything from Allie. I'm sure it will be over soon." Joseph reluctantly called Rich and arranged to meet him at the rehearsal theater. Rich, the producers and the director of his new play were holding auditions. With only a few more rolls to fill the play was set to go into formal rehearsals as soon as the entire cast was assembled. It was Rich's first staring roll and he wanted everything to be perfect. So Joseph joined him and sat in the theater listening to a bunch of "want-a-bees" reading the same lines over and over. About dinnertime a tired and hungry Joseph leaned over to Rich and whispered, "If I have to hear those lines one more time, I'll scream. When are we getting out of here?" Rich agreed and looking at his watch turned to the director and said, "It's getting late let's call it a day. We can continue on Monday." "That's it for today people. It's getting late. Let's call it a day. Those we have not heard yet come back Monday 10 AM sharp. Thank you for coming." Called out the director to the accompaniment of moans and groans. "Sorry but even tyrannical dictators like me need food and rest." After saying good night, Rich and Joseph went out to a nearby restaurant to eat. During supper Joseph's cell phone started to ring. Seeing that the call was from Fazzi, he apologized to Rich, "It's Fazzi. He might have news about Ibrahim, I better answer." "Good evening Fazzi. Anything new?" "So curt, so business like. Are the Worthingtons with you?" Fazzi asked. "I'm just with Rich. It was a long hard day and we have not left for the Island yet. Is there any news?" "Yes, I have great news. Allie arrived in Syria and was told that his man has made contact with Ibrahim's "New Friends". It appears that Ibrahim had tried to escape and was giving his "friends" a rough time. They might have done some things to him to restrain him and make him even more uncomfortable shall we say. However once Allie's man got there and used your coded message things changed. I am told that it worked like a charm and they are in the process of making the final arrangements for his release as we speak." "That was real quick. I am amazed. I really had not expected it to move so fast." Joseph said, "Yes it was fast. Allie is a good man and it proves that a little push here and there in the right direction can move mountains. I'm just sorry we could not have got to Ibrahim sooner; we might have avoided some unpleasantness." "What 'things' did they do?" Joseph asked. "You know better than to ask that, habibi. The important thing is that he is all right now, he has been turned over to Allie's man and he will be back in Syria by Monday. We have been in contact with the American authorities and have been assured that his processing will be kept at the bare minimum. Allie said that your idea of getting the Paterson community involved was a stroke of genius. It provided them with a face saving exit. His captors announced they were releasing him to the Paterson community as a show of good faith and good will. By next weekend it will all be a bad dream. In any event I have arranged that he and his mother be our guests at our little celebration here in Paterson, next Saturday." "That is great news! You must thank everyone for me." Joseph said relieved. "Is there anything else new?" "Yes there is. You remember that I told you I was having some friends over this afternoon?" "Yes I remember. You were going to have a three or four way with them." Joseph said in Arabic because Rich was within hearing distance. "Was it better than it was last night?" "I was joking about that and you know it. While you were asleep yesterday I called my lawyers and arranged for them to come over today. I asked them to draw me up a new will." Fazzi said. "With all that has been going on I decided not to wait for you to decide on your conversion. Yussef, with my daughter and Mary gone I am totally alone. It has started me thinking about the possibility that something might happen to me and I decided that I want you to be my heir. I am not going to wait till you decide to convert or not. I have no one else and....." "Are you completely off your rocker?" He said switching to English. "Don't argue! It is already done, Mary and Kassie get taken care of for the rest of their lives, but you get everything else and you administer my estate and the fund." "You are really out of your mind." "I may be, but once I'm gone I won't care. It will be up to you to administer everything and I want it in the hands of someone I love and know I can trust." Fazzi said. "I have thought about this from all sides and have made the decision. I really have only one choice. You are the only one. Who else is there? I have no relatives that I can trust. If you convert, I will adopt you by Muslim law and you will get it anyway. If you had married Kassie, It still would be left to you. I love you and want you to have it, so don't fight me. It is as you say a "Done Deal"." "Are you sure there is nothing I can say to make you change your mind?" "Nothing will change it. Don't try. Now go back to your friend and give my regards to the entire family. It is getting late and I would not like to see you drive all the way out to the Island. You still need to take it easy. Why not stay with Rich and play it safe? As long as he is there, can I speak with him for a few minutes?" "He wants to talk to you." Joseph said handing him the phone. "Hello Rich. I just wanted to ask you how Yussef is doing. He had a nasty shock yesterday and I just think he should not try to overdue it today. Rather than drag him out to the Island, he should perhaps rest at your place. You and your family will all be together anyway next weekend and we will really have a ball." "Now that you mention it, he does look a bit ragged out. I agree with you. I will talk to him about it. About next week I really intend to be there. I am looking forward to meeting you." Rich lied. "I just hope we finish the casting calls by then. We are having a rough time for the last three rolls." "Well I hope you fill them soon, I am looking forward to meeting you. May I please say goodbye to Yussef?" "Here he wants to say goodbye." Rich said handing Joseph the phone. Fazzi switching to Arabic said, "I want to tell you again that not only is the house empty when you are not here, but so am I. I love you very much. Goodbye." "As I do you too." Joseph hung up and turned to Rich and said, "the man is out of his mind!" and then he gave Rich an almost literal translation of the exchange with Fazzi. "He is leaving me in charge of everything. His estate, the fund and about one quarter of a billion dollars." Like an idiot and without thinking, Rich blurted out, "Well how does it feel becoming one of the world's most expensive 'kept men'?" and then he turned ashen white. "Oh god...!" "I won't even demand that you apologize for that. I just hope you did not mean it--even if it is true. But, to tell you the truth, damn it feels good." Then looking at Rich he said with a twinkle in his eye, "now you tell me how you feel about seducing a half-billionaire into your bed." And the both of them started to laugh. "I thought you said it was one quarter billion." "Well I do intend to double it by the time he dies." Later that evening from a pay phone Joseph & Rich called Agent Barns and told him everything that had happened. The FBI man was ecstatic about the latest turn of events. "That is fantastic, we could not have asked for anything more. I can't believe it.... Now you just be as careful as you can. I have to think he has something up his sleeve. He can't be that stupid." Then after Joseph told him about what was going on with Ibrahim, Bill almost screamed into the phone. "Joseph you are .... I just can't think of the right words. The big guy is going to flip when he hears this. I am calling the President and will make sure that the pathway is cleared for Ibrahim's return. The only other thing we need to find out is the reason why Fazzi is going back to Syria. Something is going on and no one knows anything about it. I am sure our friends in the Mossad must know something but they are not telling us a thing. They are just waiting for him to leave the United States so that they can assassinate or even capture him alive. They would know how to get information out of him." "Are you sure you don't want me to try to go with him?" "NO! Damn it NO!" Screamed the FBI Agent into the phone. "I don't want you out of our reach and protection. If and when the Mossad decides to take him down, I don't want you caught in the crossfire. You are not to even suggest it to him. He might change his mine and decide to take you and that's all we would need is to have you fall into their hands. They would have you singing like an opera star and our whole operation would fall apart." "I would never talk!" "Yes you would and so would any agent they got their hands on. They know how to make you spill everything you know. You would be singing like a canary in a short time. And what's worse is they would enjoy doing it. You stay here and we will try to find another way. You can consider that as a direct order from the President of the United States. No heroics. Promise?" "You are the boss. Besides I hear it gets too hot in Syria this time of year." The soldier said and he bid farewell to the FBI agent and hung up the phone. Since it was getting late, they decided not to take the long trip out to the Island. They spent the rest of the weekend resting and eating out and having fun. They even found the time to attend a Sunday matinee movie, after which they made love. It was a relaxed love, one that he could never have or even want with Fazzi. Monday Joseph returned to base and was teaching when the news broke that Ibrahim had arrived in Syria and then had been flown to Germany for a medical exam. He had called his mother and told her he was on his way home. Joseph called her and she was excited to say the least. She told Joseph that Ibrahim had said to tell him that he was going to buy him the biggest bacon sandwich in history. Joseph smiled as he put down the phone. Later he caught Ibrahim in a news conference. He was telling the reporters how glad he was to be free and that he looked forward to personally thanking the Arab/American community of Paterson and others for their efforts and help in arranging his release. He said "I'm doing it here and now in public but I sure look forward to being able to meet personally with and thank each and everyone that helped arrange this." Later that evening at Fazzi's place Joseph was able to talk by phone with Ibrahim and both he and Fazzi officially invited him and his mother to the party on Saturday. He said that he would be glad to attend if he could clear it with the government. Joseph assured him that everything would be arranged. A special effort was made to arrange all the details, and by Friday everything was arranged. Ibrahim and his mother were reunited in a New York City hotel and Saturday morning they were picked up and driven to Fazzi's Estate where they had a grand reunion with Joseph. After hugs and kisses, Joseph introduced Mrs. Smith to Fazzi and told her that he was the one that arranged for Ibrahim's return. Fazzi, ever the grand host, took her on a tour of the estate while Joseph and his buddy went into the Library and talked about what had happened. "OK, you're home now, what was it they did to you." Joseph asked. "It is really too embarrassing to talk about. Until that man you sent came they had me hung up like a side of beef. I thought they were going to hang me or cut off my head. There were four of them. They questioned me in relays, not letting me get any sleep. It went on for hours, or at least it felt like hours. They would stop, feed themselves and then..." "Then what?" Joseph asked. "What did they want to know?" "I don't think they wanted to know anything. They just wanted to play mind games with me. They were playing with me like a cat plays with a mouse before it kills it. One of them put his pistol in my mouth and cocked the trigger. I thought I was a goner. My head blown to smithereens. However, he just moved it around my mouth and ran it over my tongue. He made me suck on it and get it wet. Then he removed it and pushed it up my ass. The bastard raped my black ass with that cold steel barrel, pushing it in and out. Then he made me suck on it again. I passed out and when I woke up I was tied to a bed and the four of them took turns fucking me. I passed out again and when I woke up this time, it was as if I had become the guest of honor. I was told it had been a mistake and that my interrogators had been shot. I doubt that but... I never saw them again. The new guys kept saying how sorry they were and that had they know I was 'one of them' they would have never... I did not know what was going on, but they gave me medical attention and food. It was all kind of fuzzy - then this Syrian shows up and gives me that message. I cannot explain to you how those few words just drilled their way into my brain and I began to believe that there was a God and that he was good. All at once like a miracle the sky opened and the sun came out. After that things got better and better. I can't tell you how glad I am to be home and to be able to thank you in person." "Well it was not only me, Fazzi really took control and then there was Kassie and her mother in Michigan who helped. You, yourself, had a big part in the transformation of this community. Until your kidnapping this community was afraid to show its humanistic side, but you changed that." Joseph said as Fazzi and Mrs. Smith rejoined them. "Yes your capture changed us. It forced us to take a really hard look at ourselves and made us begin to think of how others have seen us. Some things we saw we do not like and perhaps in time we will change. It is hard to express in words, but we are very proud to have helped, but also we are ashamed that an outsider had to teach us. Don't let him fool you, the whole thing was Yussef's doing. I was only his tool." Fazzi said. "Now it's time to celebrate. We have dedicated this bazaar to you, Ibrahim. As soon as Richard gets here we will leave. I am told that the entire downtown area is filling up with people and it has been turned it into a real Arab Shuk. Dina has arrived and the men are lined up to see her dance." The doorbell interrupted him. "I'll bet that's Richard and Sarah now." It was and after introductions were made, they all piled into a van that Fazzi had rented for the occasion and traveled down into the center of town. "Where is your son Richard? Is he not coming?" Fazzi asked. "I hope he will join us later. He says that he does not want to take anything away from the "Star of the Day", Ibrahim." Richard said laughing. "To tell you the truth I think he is going 'Broadway' on us. An entourage always trails him these days. I'm afraid it has given him a big head." "Well if what I read in the papers is true, that young man has a great future ahead of him." Fazzi said. "You must be very proud of him. About as proud of him as I am of my son-Yussef. Has he told you I have made him my son and heir?" "Yes he has and I'm very glad about it. It is so nice when we fathers have sons that they can brag about." Richard said. Sitting in the rear seats Sarah turned to Ibrahim's mother and said, "I'm Sarah, I'm sorry but I did not catch your first name." "Bessie, Bessie Smith. It's nice to meet you." "Bessie, you must be proud and happy to have Ibrahim back. We were all so concerned about him." Sarah said. "Regardless of what the men may say, we woman also take a special pride in our sons." "Yes that's true, but I do remember when Ibrahim's father was alive there was this special bond between them and I'm sure that he is feeling that pride in heaven right now." When they arrived downtown the cheers and the applause of thousands of town's people and many outsiders met them. Most had come to celebrate Ibrahim's release. Some had come out of curiosity. The town fathers, after originally opposing the bazaar now tried to take it over. They had tried to tone down the involvement of the Arab community. They had even wanted to move it completely out of Fazzi's Arab committee's control. When the Arab committee protested, the council tried to refuse them the needed permits. The Muslim community together with the Black community then threatened to stage a mass march on city hall and burn the mayor in effigy. The politicians, after realizing that there was an election coming up, reluctantly agreed to allow Fazzi's committee to handle the entire thing, but not before warning them that they would have the State Police and National Guard on standby in case things got out of hand. Now however, with Ibrahim's release, they were falling all over themselves helping and playing like it was their idea in the first place. Not only the Mayor but also the Governor and members of the congressional delegation, all were on hand to welcome Ibrahim home and play up to the community as a whole. Speeches were long-winded and repetitious. Finally Ibrahim got up and thanked all the people and his friends for their help and then introduced Fazzi as the man who was responsible for his being alive today. Fazzi then took the microphone and invited them all to partake of what the Arab community had to offer. In his speech he noted that the Army Language School had accepted his personal invitation and sent a large contingent of soldiers. "I remind you all that they are here at my invitation, and as my guests. Most if not all of them are my son's students and a while back I had the honor of being a guest lecturer at their school. While we disagreed on many things, they treated me with the respect due to royalty. I repeat they are OUR guests. You are to treat them as such. They are here to learn and enjoy themselves. Let us show them and all our other guests here today the hospitality that the Arab Nation is known for. Now lets have fun!" And fun they did have. Politics were forgotten. Old hatreds and fears evaporated. Food, music and entertainment were the order of the day. Dancing and storytellers filled the streets. Food vendors served dishes that most Americans had never tasted or even heard of. Mr. Amoz, the owner of Cafe Casablanca, had outdone himself and prepared free food, (at Fazzi's and the 'Fund's' expense), for the bazaar. Everyone had a great time and there was no trouble at all. Ibrahim, Worthington, Joseph and Fazzi joined hands and danced the Dabbke. During the dance the members of dance group formed a circle around Fazzi and Joseph and applauded as the two danced alone together. Then the two of them insisted that everyone join them in the dancing. Everyone laughed to see Ibrahim and Richard stumbling in the dance line. The men even enticed some of the soldiers to join them in the line. There were hugs and kisses and good feelings all day long. Dina did her performances and used Joseph as well as other men in her act. For some reason the women cheered her on more than the men. Joseph overheard one of them talking in Arabic to a friend saying that she was glad to see a woman making the men look like fools. Dina was especially nice to Ibrahim. After she had used him in her dance, Joseph saw her give Ibrahim one of her cards and he knew what that meant. Joseph smiled as he recalled the showers he had taken with the black soldier; I'll bet she loves riding that big long cock of his. The Three Day Pass Ch. 29 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you for the many letters you wrote (so far over 300) and for telling me how much you liked or hated the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. End of Chapter # 28 When they returned to the estate Fazzi called over his cook and housekeeper and told her what he wanted done. "Do you think he can do it? Ask him to have it done before I leave for Syria next week. I will pay him extra for such short notice." "I'm sure he can do it." She said and took the watch. * "Are you leaving next week?" Asked the cook. "I thought it was in two weeks." "Of course it is in two weeks, but I want to have the watch repaired and in my possession before then." Fazzi told her. "If he thinks I'm leaving in two weeks, he just may take too much time to do it and I'll be without a good time piece. Besides, with all I have to do in the next few weeks, I will need the watch to keep me on schedule. Has Allie called today?" "Only about 3 times. He said you were to contact him when you got in. He said he just wanted to check on how things went at the bazaar." "Thank you Summaya. I will be in the library I do not wish to be disturbed. I have a lot of bills to go over. This little party we have thrown today has cost me a small fortune. That cafe owner makes Ali Baba and his forty thieves look like small time thieves!" Fazzi said as he went into his library and locked the door behind him. Seating himself at his desk and unlocking the bottom desk draw, he removed his concealed secure phone and dialed Allie's phone number. Allie's sleepy voice answered, "Good morning Fazzi. How did the bazaar go?" "It is evening here Allie. The bazaar, thanks to you, went very well. You did one hell of a job in Iraq. Ibrahim said you were his savior, his knight in shinning armor. Now, tell me, how are you doing on our other project?" "There are a few people that I am having problems with but most will be glad to meet with you. Our friend in Afghanistan is having a problem and doesn't think he can make it, but he will send his son and said he has full authority to act for him." "Not good enough, but for now in his case, I will allow it. You must make him aware that this is a one-time forgiveness. Next time I will not be so understanding. Between you and I his days as a leader are coming to an end. He has to realize that he is no longer in charge and he will learn that lesson soon." Fazzi said. "Is that the only problem?" "Yes it is. I just wanted to warn you of it and also to find out about the bazaar and how it went." "Thank you for the warning and we will take care of it. Like I said the bazaar went off beautifully. Everyone here is pleased, but Yussef is most impressed with you. I have been telling him that I was thinking of appointing you as his assistant in the fund." "What does he think about that?" "He is very pleased and says that if your actions on the Ibrahim situation was any indication of your abilities, he would be honored to have you on board." Fazzi said, "and I think the two of you would make a good team. By the way I have officially adopted him as my son and legal heir." "Fazzi, Excellency, I beg of you, can I please speak plainly?" "Yes. I told you when you came to work for me that I want my operatives to feel that they can always feel free to talk to me. It is what makes a good system." "Yes I remember that, but since you have already adopted him, I am still respectfully asking the question. Are you sure you want to do that? He is still an outsider." "Yes, but I will have time to work on him. I believe he is coming around. You must remember that some of our most dedicated and best people have been 'outsiders', as you put it. Yussef and this last incident have convinced me that we have been somewhat wrong in our methods." "Wrong? How so?" "You know the old saying, 'more is gained with honey than vinegar'. For over a thousand years we have waged war against the infidel. What we gained, we only later lost." Fazzi said. " For example, someone once said that if we had accepted the original partition plan for Palestine offered us in 1947, it would have created an unworkable Jewish State that would in time have fallen apart and disappeared from the map. If we had used one tenth of the money that we wasted on wars to educate and train our people as the Jews did, then by this time we would have been in charge of the entire country. And we could have done this without the loss of life and treasure." "Are you saying that we should surrender to the infidels?" "Never!" he said violently. "And if you ever say I did, I will kill you with my own two hands. But, as a leader, I must consider all sides of a question or an action. Our problem is that we have never used our heads. We were and are ruled with our emotions and the new leadership is going to have to change its methods. There was one farsighted Arab politician who knew this, but instead of listening to him, we assassinated him." "Who was that?" "Field Marshal Muhammad Anwar al-Sadat." "But Sadat was a traitor to the Arab cause." "No, my dear Allie, not a traitor. He and later King Hussein were the only Arab leaders to win back Arab land. Both won it by waging peace. They changed the world's conception of Arab leaders. Before them we were all imprinted by the vision of that gun-toting idiot, Arafat, standing before the UN, uncovering his shoulder holster and yelling "don't make me use this". Sadat and Hussein, each portrayed a new and cultured diplomat." Fazzi continued. "Sadat stating in that calm voice of his. "No more war! No more killing! No more grieving Egyptian and Israeli mothers! He said No more war, but also said and insisted that he wanted every bit of sacred Egyptian land back. Not one grain of Egyptian sand would he concede? By portraying himself as a pipe smoking cultured peace-loving man, he not only got them to withdraw from Egypt but he became the most dangerous enemy the Zionists ever had. He created a wedge in that solid Zionist wall. He saw and knew that the only thing that united them was their hatred of terrorists. Without that they would fall apart." "And is this what you are going to tell our 'friends in two weeks?" Allie asked. "The Emirate can not do that, at least not now. They want to, but the time is not right yet. First things first - we must get complete control over all these groups. Later we can come into the open. Your work in Iraq proved it could be done. The world now thinks we can be negotiated with and trusted to keep an agreement. What will be in a few years from now-will be. In the meantime we will use Sadat's strategy, Negotiate but concede nothing and get it all!" "Do you think it will work?" "As long as we keep the hotheads in line, I think so. And that is our job Allie, yours, mine and also to a large part, Yussef's." Fazzi said. "Yussef's? How come it's his job? Is he involved in this in some way that I'm not knowledgeable of?" Allie asked, smiling to himself. Here could be the proof he needed in order to confirm his suspicions. "Allie, Yussef is now my son. Well before I die, I will have prepared him for what he will have to do." "What if you die before that?" "The Emirate knows what to do. I have set things up so they will use Yussef as a front man for international Arab charities. We have set up these agencies so that they appear to be legitimate and some of them are." Fazzi said and then asked, "Have you arranged for the meeting place that I requested? It must be in that town I told you about." "Yes, but why there, there is nothing there. It is deserted. The town was bombed out almost nothing remains." "Yes that's why I want it there. It will only underscore the futility of all out war." Fazzi said, "And remember no one is to know the meeting place. Our friends are to be housed in Damascus and bussed to the site." "Yes that part has already been arranged." "Well then unless there is something else you want or need to tell me, we are done for now. Again let me say that you are doing good work, I have told the Emirate how much you are assisting me and I'll see you in two weeks." And then he hung up the phone. About a mile away in the basement of a two-story house sitting before a bank of electronic recording equipment a young man removed his earphones and turned to his companion and said in Hebrew, "Well we know when and why. We can guess who and now we have a good idea where." "Yes, but we have to be able to pinpoint where this meeting is to take place within a few meters and that's going to be impossible." Said his companion. "I think we should break into his house tonight and abduct him. We can take him to a safe house and interrogate him using the electrodes "And if we don't get it and he dies in the process, what happens then? Do we dump him in the Hudson and then have to start all over again? The Americans would be all over our asses. We have to work with them if we want to keep operating here. Even after 9/11, they still think these murdering 'Momzarim' (bastards) have rights. They think they can afford to. Their country is big, powerful and removed from the daily need to protect their families. Even though 9/11 was the most vicious and costly attack ever carried out against them, most Americans by this time have forgotten about it. They have such short memories. They can and have, for the most part, dug holes in the ground and buried their heads. They just cannot visualize the results of loosing this or any war, nor do they want to admit that this is total war. It is their inability to come to grips with the realities of total war and their unwillingness to give up one ounce of personal comfort that will defeat them in the end. As much as I love Americans, they are collectively spoiled rotten bastards. Enough of my lecturing. Let's get back to the topic at hand. Who else may have the information we need?" "I'll bet you that guy he has living at his house, the one that he tells people is engaged to his daughter. I'll bet he knows something." "Yes he might, but the boss says not to mess with him, he is in the American Army and we sure don't want to add them to our enemies." He said as the telephone rang and he picked up the receiver to answer. He listened for a while and then replaced the receiver. "We may have a break. The boss just called. She is coming over to see Jid. She has some work for 'Jid' (Grandfather)." Later that night, after dropping Ibrahim's mother at the hotel, Joseph took Ibrahim uptown to Dina's apartment and after making sure that she had come home from work he called Rich and told him he was coming over. "I thought I should call and let you know before I show up this time." He told him. "I don't want to take the chance of running into one of your many boyfriends, if I can help it." "No chance of that lov. I've been working too hard for that. We just finished our final casting call and we have our first rehearsal set for next week. It went well today, but I'm so sorry I missed the bazaar." Richard said, "Dad and Mom told me all about it and the fine time you all had. I was really hoping to make it, if for no other reason than to have been able to see and dance with you. Dad told me how fantastic you were. I hope you realize that it was not my intention to hurt you or Fazzi by not showing up." "No problem. Fazzi really appreciated your call. He was like a small kid. All day after your call, he was bragging that he had just been on the telephone with a Broadway star." Joseph said. "I wonder what he would think if he knew I was sleeping with one??" "What do I care what he thinks. You just get that ass of yours home to me, now babe. I'm going to fill the tub with warm water and fill the bathroom with scented candles, then I'm going to get nude, slip into the water and wait for you to join me." "Damn your sexy ass. Tonight, I'm going to have me a hot Broadway Star. I'm on my way...... start that tub, babe." A half hour later, after parking his car in the basement garage and riding the elevator up to Richard's floor, he unlocked the door and walked into the darkened apartment. The only light was coming from the small multicolored string of lights attached around the floorboards and the flickering light coming from under the bathroom door. Closing and locking the door, He could just about make out the made up bed with the covers turned down. Quickly casting off his clothes he moved to the bathroom door and lightly knocked. "Rich is it all right to come in?" He whispered. "Only if you are nude, FRANK!" Came the answer. "Frank???" he said acting outraged as he opened the door and saw Richard spread out in the tub surrounded by burning flickering candles. "I'm going to drown you, you bitch." "Well look who showed up, fresh from the oasis, it's --- what's his name, and nude yet. Come in and get your feet wet, stranger." "I'll stranger you!" he said stepping into the warm water behind Richard's back and sliding down, forcing Rich to move forward in the tube while Joseph circled him with his legs and his arms hugging his wet body to himself. He kissed his neck and said, "This reminds me of that time we made love all night long in that hotel hot tub. The first time I..." "That seems like ages ago." Rich said sadly. "I wish we could go back to those days. To the days when it was just you and I and things were less complicated." He ran his lips over Richard's shoulders licking and kissing them. Pulling Richard even closer to himself, he sat with his hard cock snuggled against the actor's ass cheeks. Leaning over he sucked on the actors ear lobe and then with his tongue tip he traced around the outside of the ear and then he ran it in and out and whispered, "if you think things are complicated now, just think of how complicated they would be if it had been me in Ibrahim's place and I had been....." He never had the chance to finish the sentence. Richard turned his head and stopped the rest by kissing him. "I need you to remind me of that every now and then." He said seriously, "I tend to forget it and I have to be reminded of how much I have to thank Fazzi for." Seeing the look of doubt on the soldier's face he quickly said. "I really mean that, I do have him to thank for keeping you here. We would not have had all this time together if it were not for him. Someday I would like to be able to thank him, but for now, I just hate him." They kissed deeply and relaxed in each other's arms while the candles burned down and flickered. Richard turned around and Joseph lifted himself onto the tub rim while Richard took his cock in his mouth and ran his tongue up and down the underside of the uncut penis and then took him deep into his throat. The mussels of his throat massaging the soldier's weapon as Joseph moaned. The throat manipulations sucking and drawing the love juice from his loins again reminded him of the milking machines back home. He remembered how every morning he used to watch the machine vacuum the milk out of the cows and he smiled as he recalled the numerous times he had thought of trying to attach one of the teat cups to his pecker. "What the hell are you smiling about?" Richard asked. When Joseph told him they both broke down in laughter and Richard slapped Joseph's face lightly and said, "so that's all I am to you, a milking machine or perhaps a plumber? Just someone to clean your pipes?" "You are much more than that and damn you-you know it." His lover said reaching for a towel and getting out of the tub. "Come we'll dry each other off and we can continue this in bed." "What are we, an old married couple? Are we set in our ways? Where is the romance, the sense of adventure?" Adventure, Joseph thought, that's the last thing I need now. I have enough adventure with Fazzi. It's the last thing I need. What I do need is a loving quiet time a relaxed restful evening where I can be plain Joseph Benson, a soldier on leave with his lover, not Yussef Benson, FBI undercover slut. However Richard was the one he loved and he would have to perform for the actor even if he did not feel like doing it. "Never mind the adventure, I feel nostalgic tonight. Do you remember the night we exchanged these neck chains and you taught me to dance? I want that again and I want it now. Let's put on a CD and dance." Joseph pleaded. "Do I remember? How can I ever forget? That was the night we committed to each other. It was the first time that we cried after having sex. They were tears of love and joy." Richard said as he went to his pile of CDs and chose the very same record they had played that evening. Then the two naked men embraced and started to dance together. "See I do remember and I always will. You know there is something to this acting like old married people. It's nice to relax in your arms and just forget about Broadway and acting and your army work and the FBI." Richard mumbled in Joseph's arms. "The world stands still while we spin around the floor." "Rich, I love you. I can't go on this way much longer, seeing you only on weekends. I want you and only you. I feel so uptight when I'm with Fazzi. The other night.." "No! Stop don't tell me I don't want to hear. The only time that counts is the time we are together. Just like now. I want you and I want you now....." Joseph danced him over to the bed and sat him down with his legs hanging over the edge, his feet resting on the floor. Placing himself between Richard's spread legs; he placed his face in his crotch. His tongue extended out and touched his scrotum and licked up, down and around his balls. Pushing Rich flat on the bed he worked on the inside of his legs kissing and licking while his finger tips did a light tattoo on his six-pack. He worked his tongue tip deeper into the "Y" and ran it up and down the sensitive area under the balls and roamed back to the ass hole. Richard grabbed his hair, pulled his face up to his and said, "I want to play the top tonight." He pulled Joseph up on the bed with him, lifted his legs and rammed his finger into his ass, poking and prodding his prostate gland making Joseph moan. "Man you are tight. Doesn't that Arab fuck you?" Rich said. "You are the only one to ever enter me." The angry response came. "How many times do I have to tell you that? There never has been anyone else and there never will be anyone but you. Now, you fucking asshole, get out the KY and a condom and claim your man pussy." "I love when you talk dirty and turn so vicious. It turns me on. Not that I need turning-on, my personal pussy, my man pussy! Ohhhhh do I look forward to the day I can bareback you lov. You don't know how often I dream of that. I'll be the happiest of men when I'm at last able to really feel your warm moist love hole around my bare skin." Saying that Rich reached over to the nightstand draw and withdrew the needed equipment, quickly applied it and lifting Joseph's legs onto his shoulders he prepared to 'Storm the Gates'. Pushing his hard cock into the love canal, despite the KY, he found the going tough. "Oh are you ever so tight. It's almost like you were a virgin, but it feels so good." Making a supreme effort Rich pushed all of his cut cock into the anal passage and then rested his balls on Joseph's ass. Using short slow strokes he worked to open up the soldier's hole. Even through the condom Joseph could feel every bump and vein in his lover's cock as he worked with Richard to ease the pain. After a while the pain subsided and was soon replaced by pleasure. The two lovers began to moan and then they started to hump like jackrabbits. Both pounding the other. Each meeting the other's thrusts: each feeling the other's pain and pleasure. Richard slowly lowered himself, his trembling lips meeting Joseph's. They kissed, softly at first then more firmly, and finally their tongues touched ever so slightly then with more and more passion. Their souls were on fire, panting and sweating profusely and unable to control themselves any longer but each wanting it to last forever they both erupted in an excruciatingly intense and passionate orgasm. The Three Day Pass Ch. 30 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me through the link below - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you for the many letters you wrote (so far over 350) and for telling me how much you liked or hated the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. End of chapter 29 "You are the boss. Maybe you're right. We have been working on this so long, I am getting sloppy." "You are 'New' to this. I have been living a double life for over fifteen years now. First in Syria then Lebanon and now here. It has taken us that long to set Fazzi up for the kill!!!!" Chapter #30 The weekend before Fazzi's trip Joseph had a meeting with Barns and his two supervisors, Philip Jackson, his boss and Steward Cook, the New Jersey Director of the FBI. The meeting took place in Richard's apartment. It was held on Saturday afternoon while Rich was at the theater. "We know they are going to kill Muhammad." Said Philip Jackson angrily. "Damn it, the son of a bitch is worth more to us alive then he is dead. Is there some way we can convince the Mossad to back off?" "Only by taking them into our complete confidence and telling them the whole story." Steward Cook said. "They most likely would demand proof that we had a damn good reason for asking them to back off. Giving them that proof could reveal that Joseph is working for us. We know they have been waiting for years to get Muhammad. Put us in their place. Just suppose we had bin Laden in our cross hairs and were about to squeeze the trigger. Suppose they asked us to hold off without giving us a reason. What do you think we would say?" "I see what you mean but there has to be someway to at least try to stop them, without telling them too much." Philip said. "There is only one way that might work. If we were to have our President ask their Prime Minister, as a personal favor, to have the Mossad stand down." Said Steward. "They might do it if it came directly from him." "Why the hell do you want to do that?" Joseph interrupted. "Let them kill him and get it over with. I don't know how much more I can take of this. I hope my nerves can hold out. They are getting a bit fragile. There have been times when I thought I would..... " "Great! Hallelujah! Just when you had me convinced that you were super human." Said Steward. "Let me clue you in, Joseph, an agent without fear is soon a dead agent. Don't let anyone fool you buddy, all agents are afraid. Fear comes with the job. It's how they handle that fear that enables them to survive. You have been and are one of the best I have ever seen." "He is the best!" Barns said patting the soldier on the back. "After Fazzi leaves the country, if you want out, all you have to do is say it. You can finish out your tour of duty teaching." Then to the others he said, "the Army is ready to offer him a commission and will keep him stateside teaching Arabic when we are through with him." "Thank you, but no thanks. I'll stay until this job is done then I have other plans. As soon as I get out of the army and get my broker's license, Worthington has offered me a partnership in his Company." "Well congratulations. Worthington is a smart guy," Stewart said. "Look I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to D.C. this evening and I'll talk to the man and see if I can work something out. It might cost us a lot but we may be able to get the Israelis to cooperate." "Cost, you mean pay them off?" "No, but a favor this big may require us to make big concessions on other things. That will be for the President and PM to work out. It is called foreign diplomacy. I will keep you informed. Now, unless anyone has anything else, I think we are finished here." After wishing him good luck with the President, they broke up the meeting. Joseph had arranged to take two days off: the day before Fazzi was to leave and also the day he left. Some of his students got together and they chipped in and had a certificate of thanks drawn up which in turn was signed by the C.O. and all the students. They purchased a fancy frame and then arranged for a small delegation to present it to him the afternoon before he left. They would drive up to the estate after school and after the presentation the students planed to go out on the town and then return to the base. Joseph had also purchased a travel kit for Fazzi and had it wrapped. Monday evening after class Joseph called Barns to find out if there was anything new. He was told that early this morning the President had heard the request and talked it over with his security advisors. He was at first reluctant to interfere. However after thinking it over he did agree that Fazzi was becoming a valuable source of information and he agreed to have a private talk with the PM and try to work out something. He was reluctant to have to insist that the PM pass up this opportunity to settle an old score since they had kept their part of the deal by not doing it on U.S. soil. The Prime Minister on hearing about the President's request had the embassy immediately sent a full dossier with all their information regarding Fazzi and his connection with the Emirate. The PM was very forthcoming on the evidence they had gathered, telling him that they had proof that this meeting was going to be the biggest gathering of international terrorists ever held. Fazzi was going to create a network of killers unlike any in recent history and they thought it was a chance to get them all. Although they knew that Bin Laden would not be there, they knew he was sending a representative. They thought it would be one of his sons. The President was shown the transcripts of messages between Fazzi and Allie discussing Joseph and his new status within Fazzi's plans. "Is this true? Is this our agent, the one you told me about? Is this Yussef Benson, our Joseph Benson? Is he that far into this network?" He asked his security advisor. "Not only is it true, but it looks as if he is slated to be second in command. Fazzi has adopted him as his legal son and heir." He said. "You already know most of this since we have been giving you almost daily reports on his progress. He has been working with your friend Richard Worthington on this. Benson is now living at Fazzi's place in Paterson. Our agents think Fazzi is in love with him." "Don't tell me that Benson is a homosexual. My god can we trust him? Are they having sex together?" The president asked. "Never mind, don't answer that, I don't want to know. I don't want to be involved in that dirty business." "With all due respect sir, how the hell do you think we gather most of our information? We gather it anyway we can. If the suspect is heterosexual, we can and do use heterosexuals and prostitutes. If not..... Look, I don't know if he is a homosexual or if he is sleeping with that S.O.B., but Benson is one of the most dedicated agents we have as well as being a friend of Worthington and his entire family. They swear by him and rumor has it that when this is over he is going to be a full partner in Worthington's investment house. If he is a homosexual and he is sleeping with Fazzi Muhammad, we should overlook it and perhaps we should enlist more of them." "O.K. let's do it then." He said lifting up his secure direct line to the PM. "I will arrange it with the PM." The next day, Tuesday, the day before Fazzi was to leave, Joseph and the delegation from the base arrived at the estate where they presented Fazzi with the gift. The surprised and delighted Arab invited them to stay for a light dinner. He had the cook prepare some sandwiches and sodas and had it served outside in the Gazebo. He and Joseph spent some time just shooting the breeze in Arabic with the group. After they left the Arab told Yussef how pleased he was that they had taken the time to come and wish him a safe trip. "That was really nice of them. Their Arabic is really good. You and the school did a good job on them. I wish them all good luck. It is such a shame that they may have to serve in Iraq." He said. "I would hate to see any of them hurt." "I'm sure that they hope that their tour of duty will be safe. However they know it's their job to go where and when they are needed, just like it is mine and it was Ibrahim's." "I just hope you and your government are not expecting me to repeat what I did for Ibrahim?" Joseph walked over to Fazzi and kissed him and said, "No, I know you would want to do it and it would be nice if you would and could do it, but no, they do not expect or think you can do it. However, I do think you could become the man who could do things that could change the world and make all this crap unnecessary." "And how would you have me change it? Would you have me as a world leader or as the man behind the power?" he jested. "How can I be the powerful man you want, if in our bed I'm content to be your slave?" "Fazzi, somehow or other, I can not even contemplate you as being anything less than 'The Man' in charge. I may think I am the master here but, habibi, even as my slave you rule over me. Have I made you less of a man by our bedroom adventures? Would you really like me to be your bottom? I can't see where having you as my lover has made you less of a strong man or hurt your image as a leader of men." "I guess it is a silly notion going back to the caveman days. A leader of men must be the master of both his men and his women. A leader must lead in his public as well as private life. He cannot do the opposite. Look what happened to your Bill Clinton when he let that wife of his have some power. She almost took over then and now she may try to do it again." Fazzi said as they walked to the house. "I wish you weren't going tomorrow as I would like to have the time to prove to you how wrong you are about this power business." Joseph said. "It is possible to separate the two things and still be a strong leader of men. Men are by nature stronger than women---Is that not right?" "Yes they are. See you even admit it." "Now wait a minute. Just try to follow my reasoning. If we are stronger - than we should be able to do anything a woman can do and do it better." Joseph said. "Since there have been women who have been strong national leaders as well as wives, then a man, such as yourself, should be able to do it! In any event you are going to have to do it because you are going to be a leader. I know this for two reasons, one, I could not love a weak man, and two; I know that you are strong and powerful enough to lead people and armies into the future. You proved it by your actions over the last month or so. You were strong enough to do things while I just collapsed. You could be and you will be the leader in whatever you want to be." "I love you habibi! You make me feel I can do anything." "You can do anything and it is my duty to see to it that you do what you have been created to do.... That, as your lover, is my job." "That is the woman's job, is it not?" "Yes, and in this respect, I will be your "woman", if you like. You will be a great leader of nations and of men because you were born to be one. I will be at your side for as long as you want me to be." "Ish Allah, it is the will of God. If it is to be---it will be. I want you by my side no matter what is going to happen and I want you there forever. We will talk more of this later." Fazzi said as they walked into the house hand in hand. "I love you." "Come let's go upstairs. I, too, have something to give you." Joseph said. "Something that will remind you of me every morning and evening while you are away." Later that evening in their bed Fazzi snuggled up to Joseph placing his cock between the legs of the soldier and his arms around his body. His lips kissed the nap of his neck. Joseph reached down and touched the Arabs cock and pressed it into his groin holding it between his upper thighs and allowing the man to saw back and forth. He rubbed the cock with his fingertips and soon the Arab was breathing hard and sinking his teeth into Joseph's shoulder. "I want you Yussef. I want to mark you as mine. I want to plant my seed in your bottom. I want you to be mine as I am yours. Only when we are each a part of the other can we be one. I want you----now." Fazzi pleaded. "Just this once before I leave. I will never ask you again, please. I will be as gentle as possible and if it hurts too much I will stop." "You know I will do just about anything for you, habibi, but this is asking too much. You are crossing that line." "Please, I will not hurt you, by Allah I swear." He said with tears in his eyes. "Just let me enter you. If it hurts I will pull out. " "I wanted this evening to be special. Now you have ruined it. I don't know how many times I have told you that I can't give you what you want, at least not now. Now I'm going back to my own bed." He said as he sat up and started to get out of bed. "No don't go, please don't leave me tonight. If you can't let me do it now, when will I be able to do it to you? Just tell me that there is a chance that I will be able to feel my cock in your ass soon. I just want it one time then I will be your slave for the rest of out lives." Fazzi said grabbing Joseph by his arm and pulling him back down on the bed with him. "Just promise me that you will, just once. I know that it is not important to you, but I want to experience placing my seed in you." Joseph after thinking about it for a few seconds, said, "Well OK. When you get back we will talk about it." "Just talk about it?" "OK on the first night you are back, I will let you try it." "Good, we have a deal. It is something that I will look forward to, habibi. We will make a special evening of it. I am going to get us a pair of tickets to the New York City Opera. Both of us are going to get dressed in our Tuxedoes and have a night on the town. We will have dinner, the opera and then we are going to the best hotel in the city and we will consummate our new partnership in style. How does that sound to you?" "Ana Bahabek Kteer, I love you very much habibi. That will give me something to look forward to. It will also give me time to prepare myself." "Prepare yourself? How are you going to do that?" "While you are away I am going to buy a dildo and use it to loosen myself up for you. I will practice in this bed, fantasizing that it is you here with me." Joseph said. "I want our first time to be pleasant and not too hard on you." "Well don't make it too easy, I still want to be able to feel I took your cherry and not some damn piece of rubber." "I should ream it out so big that you could not feel anything." He joked. "Just to pay you back. I am still a little pissed off that you are going on this trip without me. I would have liked to meet your family and have them meet me. I have no real family of my own and I looked forward to becoming a part of your family." "I am sorry but this will be the last time that I will plan a trip without asking you to come along with me. But just as you are going to prepare yourself for my entry into you, I must prepare my family for you. I think I want them to forget our past difficulties and settle these silly vendettas first. Then there is still the problem of your being in the Army, which right now is in our way also. I promise that when you get out of the Army we will go everywhere together. We will share everything together. No more secrets between us." "Are there secrets now?" Joseph asked. Then realized he might be pressing too hard so he tried to soften the question. "Well I guess we all have our hidden fears and secrets. I am not so sure I want you to know all of mine at this time." "Now you have got my curiosity up." Fazzi playfully teased him. "Tell me one of your secrets." "If I did that then it would not be a secret any more would it?" Joseph laughed. "Just one little hidden bit of information that you have been hiding from me." Fazzi begged. "One secret that I can blackmail you with." "Promise you won't tell." Demanded the soldier. "By Allah I will keep your confidence until I die. I cross my heart and hope to die if I ever divulge it." "Cross your heart?? That is a Christian act. Am I turning you into a Christian now?" Asked the soldier continuing in the lighthearted way that he knew Fazzi loved. "No you know I am not. I was using a metaphor that you would understand. Now tell me your big dark secret." "OK. Here it is. The big undercover hidden bit of information that you can use to blackmail me with is that to tell the truth, it never was your daughter that I was after. From the first time I saw you I was attracted to you. For some time, within my mind, I had been covering up the possibility that men might be my main attraction. However, when I saw you everything changed. Don't get me wrong, Kassie is a beautiful woman yet when you touched my leg and I pretended that I wanted you to stop; I really wanted to grab your hand and press it inside my fly. I knew then that I was a homosexual." Joseph said in the most convincing way that he could. "That's it! My big secret! If I had to marry her to be close to you, then I would gladly have. Everything I did was to entrap you. Right from the first time I sat near you that Friday after Mosque." Fazzi was flabbergasted. Joseph took him in his arms and hugged him. He kissed his lips and then ran his tongue over his mouth. Fazzi placed his hands on either side of Joseph's face and he held his face close to his as he opened his mouth for the hot tongue of his lover. He sucked it in and then continued to suck on the invader like an Ice cream Popsicle until they broke the kiss. "You mean it was me that you wanted all the time? You let me think that I was chasing you while it was you that was setting a trap for me... you sneaky 'kalb' (dog)." "Yes, I let you chase me until I caught you." Laughed Joseph. "You make it sound so sorted." "No, no, no! Not sorted. It is so wonderful and so romantic! The 'old fox' - hunted, outwitted and trapped by the young lion cub. What could be better than that? Now my hungry lion cub NOW TAKE ME!" "Yes! Oh yeahhhhh!" Whispered Joseph as he enfolded his happy bed partner in his arms and rolled on top of him, kissing his lips, his eyes, his nose, his chin, his neck and then licking from the hollow of his neck up to his chin and along the jaw line to his ear. Sucking an ear lobe into his mouth, his tongue tip flitted in and out of the ear and then he nibbled on the ear lobe. He moved his hot demanding mouth back down to the panting Arab's heaving chest. There he licked and sucked on his nipples, his teeth teasing and biting them hard, causing Fazzi to whimper and to place his hands on the blond headed human animal head that was taking possession of his soul as well as his body. Down, down, the beast proceeded being guided by the hands on his head, down the strong body to the hard-defined abdominal muscles. There his demanding tongue tip traced the valleys and bulges of the rippling skin until it reached the navel. Covering the hole with his lips he alternated between sucking on the hole and plowing his tongue tip in and out of the buttonhole. Joseph's face was now working its way even farther down. Fazzi's hard leaking cock now rubbing on his neck and chin, then along his jaw line until it was touching his ear as he kissed, licked and almost devoured the cum filled balls set before him. His hot mouth and tongue moved on to that sensitive area beyond that. Joseph reached up and grabbed a pillow and pushed it under Fazzi's ass lifting it up, exposing his 'rear door' for nibbling, licking and the pleasures of the "Thousand and One Sexual Fantasies" conjured up in the Levantine mind of the man pulling and scratching the bedding beneath him. His head now wildly swaying back and forth as his Yussef, his darling animal lion cub devoured his rose bud.... The Three Day Pass Ch. 31 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you for the many letters you wrote (so far over 350) and for telling me how much you liked or hated the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. The end of Chapter 30 "No, absolutely no! We don't want another convert like him. We would rather have him as what he is. We had some reservations about Fazzi's wanting him to become a Muslim. The man is with the American Army and we just can't take that great of a chance. It may be best to just let the fund continue to build. In the meantime we can operate very well on these other moneys and when America is brought to its knees we will have something more to plunder-Wall Street! Chapter 31 He watched the actors up on the stage going through their lines in their first full cast rehearsal. It was terrible to see and worse to hear. Pure amateurish rot-gut. My god, except for Richard, the rest of them were no better than a bunch of grade school children trying to put on a class play. Joseph was thinking this as he turned to one of the producers and asked, "Is it always this bad the first time?" "So you have noticed. Sometimes it is even worse. Most of them were just given the play to read a day ago. They have not had the time to study the lines or to formulate their characterizations yet. It takes a while for an actor to visualize his roll." Whispered Carl Donetz, one of the producers. "The only one that has had time to do any studying is Rich. We gave him the script a long time ago to read. Heck you yourself have read it more than any of the other actors have." "Why would you do that?" "For several reasons," he continued. "One of them is because we want the star to be able to lead the cast. But the main reason is, we could not get "A Star" to take the chance on a play without letting him know the type of material he will have to work with. Then there is also the fact that since this is a new work; we don't want to leak too much to the press. There are even times we may go into rehearsals before the play itself is finished." "Not finished?" Joseph whispered. "You're kidding me! Aren't you?" "Nope I'm not kidding you. Just like some Hollywood directors, there are some authors, who work with only a bare outline. While they are very rare, they are not unheard of. Their reputation is so great that just the mention of their name will bring both actors and investors running to participate." "How long will this first stage of production continue?" Laughing Carl said, "For the investors sake, It better not last too long. Usually it takes about a week for the actors, the author and the director to get their acts together. The process is very interesting to watch. They struggle along and all of a sudden there comes a time when everyone is on board and working together. Then the fun begins. All of a sudden, the cast becomes the characters they are portraying and they reach the point where each member will know what the other is thinking without even realizing it." "Kind of like my students. All of a sudden, one day, they find themselves thinking and then even dreaming in Arabic and then they loose their inhibitions and bashfulness and feel at home in the language." "Now you got it!" "Ok that's a wrap for this evening." Shouted the director. "I want you to take the scripts home and study your parts. You will have a week to learn your parts and then the real work begins. If any of you have any questions you can call me at the number on the first page of the script. I expect every one of you to make every rehearsal and know not only your own part but everyone else's also. Anyone missing a rehearsal had better be dead or I will kill you myself." The cast, moaning started to breakup and leave the theater. Rich and Joseph after saying good night to everyone got in the BMW and headed uptown to the bridge. In the car on the way home Rich asked Joseph what he thought. "You were wonderful. I'm told that the others will get better once they learn their parts. Are you sure you want to come to Paterson tonight? We could still go to your place, if you still feel uncomfortable." "No, I want to go there and see what your "other life" is like. I have been silly about this whole thing and its time I grew up." Richard said, "Besides I need a change of scenery and the quiet will be good for me. I might even get in some time to go over the play. If we go to my place, it's for sure that the phone will be ringing all the time. Yes, I think a change of scenery is just what the doctor ordered. Besides, I can't think of a better change, then to make love in your lover's second boyfriend's bed. Shit! That didn't come out right but I think you know what I mean." Joseph started to laugh. "You sure have a devious, dirty mind and I do love you when you get devious and dirty. Besides Fazzi said I was to party and invite my friends over while he was away." "I am sure he did not mean for you to sleep with them in his bed no less. How long before he comes home?" "Unless he gets tied up, he should be back Wednesday." Joseph smiled. "That gives us plenty of time. I might even get dressed up in a formal Tux, give you my Fred Astaire imitation and let you dance me to bed!" "Now who has the dirty mind? I'll bet you planed this. You did, didn't you? Come on tell me. Just how long have you been planning this?" "Can't fool you, can I? Ever since the old desert fox first told me he was going to Syria. I even gave the hired help the evening off. So we can be alone and you can scream all you want. No one will hear you." They drove over the George Washington Bridge and along Rt. 80 and into the suburbs of Paterson. The trip only took about a half hour as the BMW soon passed through the iron gates of Fazzi's estate. Parking in front of the house, Joseph took Richard's hand and pulled him through the entrance doorway, through the hall and into the kitchen. There he sat him at the table and made a light snack for the both of them. After eating, Joseph showed Rich around the house (at the same time checking to see that the servants were not at home). After the 50-cent tour he took him up to his and Fazzi's room and after locking the door he grabbed Richard and held him in his arms kissing him. "You know, Rich, this is a first for me. It is the first time that I have ever wanted to make love to someone in this room. I feel so free that I want to fling open the windows and scream my happiness to the whole world." "Then what the hell is stopping you? No one can hear us, or so you said." "I've got an even better idea." Joseph said as he walked to the big sliding doors leading on to the widow's walk porch that overlooked the driveway outside Fazzi's room and then he screamed, "this is my only lover and I don't care who knows it." Richard pulled him in and said, "I was just kidding! Are you nuts? Get in here before someone out there sees or hears you!" "Now who has lost his sense of adventure and romance? Remember what you told me that evening on the hotel roof garden?" Joseph laughed. "No one is going to hear or see us from here, unless they fly low with a helicopter. Besides I just don't care anymore. I don't care who knows about my love life anymore. When Fazzi gets back I'm through with this shit. It is going to be over. As soon as I get out of the army, and that will be soon, we can live our lives together as two 'normal queers'. Come here and make love to me right here on this balcony, just like we did that night in that fancy hotel room. We don't have hot tub here, but that whicker lounge will do just as well." Richard took Joseph into his arms and after kissing him deeply said, "My love, if it is one thing we have always tried to do it was to tell the truth to each other. So let's cut the bullshit out, I know you well enough by now to know that you will not leave a job undone-but it was nice to hear you say that anyway. We both know you are in this for the duration, so 'shit-can' it and damn it, fuck me!" "Yes," Joseph said as he lifted him up in his arms, carried him over to the chase, set him down on it. He then undid the actors belt, unfastened his pants and after removing his shoes and socks he removed his pants and under pants. Then an idea came into his mind and he said excitedly, "Wait, don't move stay right there I'll be back in a minute. We may not have that hot tub but never let it be said that necessity is not the mother of invention." A few minutes later Joseph returned with a basin of warm water, a bar of soap, washcloths and a towel. "If we can't have a hot tub-the least I can do is to wash your body down." He smiled as he knelt at Rich's legs and placed the actors' bare feet into the basin. Taking the washcloth in one hand and soaping it up he began on Richard's hairy legs. Although they had bathed together many times he never realized how hairy and strong the actor's legs were. He bathed each toe and the undersides of his feet and lathered up the legs. He continued rubbing with the wet cloth until he had washed both legs and his washcloth-covered fingers had worked their way up the legs to his privates. "Oh that feels so wonderful. So relaxing. I could get used to this." Richard said as he stood up and removed his shirt and undershirt and stood nude in the basin. "Relaxed? You don't look relaxed. At least not your cock. Excited would be a more accurate term." Joseph laughed as he turned him around and washed his back, letting his nimble fingers glide over the actor's smooth skin. His fingertips continued their sexy journey around his upper torso until they came in contact with his nipples. Using the rough washcloth he teased and excited them to hardness. Like small mountains peaks they rose to the stimulation. Richard breathed a deep sigh as Joseph placed his lips over one tit and kissed each nipple, rubbing his teeth over them and playfully nipping on first one and then the other. "Bend over, baby." Joseph ordered. "I want to clean that backside of yours." Richard bent over and Joseph parted Rick's ass cheeks and ran the wet cloth between them and with the tip of the cloth he carefully cleaned the puckered hole, teasing it until it sucked at the cloth covered pointed finger. Then his fingers again covered with the warm wet cloth moved between Rich's legs and he cleansed his cock and balls. When this was done he then took the dry towel and patted him dry and laid him on the chaise lounge. Rich by this time had one hell of an erection on. The soldier placed his lips on the tip of his cut cock head and ran the tip of his tongue around the scar and over the head. He placed his lips over the head and sucked it in with one fluid motion all the way down to the base. "God, I don't believe that two years ago you were new to this!" Rich said moaning and entwining his fingers through the blond hair using his lovers' mouth as a pussy he pulled his face up and down his rock hard shaft. "This is fantastic but I want to fuck you! Let me fuck you. Strip down and ride my rod." Joseph reluctantly let the hard meat slip from his throat and reached into his rear pocket for the foil wrapped condom and tossed it to Rich as he undid his pants, slid them off and threw them to the corner of the balcony soon to be followed by the rest of his clothes. "Someday I'm going to have to teach you to be neater." Rich said as he rolled the lubed rubber over his dick and waited as Joseph straddled his body placing the dickhead between his ass cheeks and squatted down he allowed the cock to slid into his love channel. He pushed down until the monster was buried inside him. Savoring the feeling of his lovers cock buried deep inside him, Joseph bore down squeezing and driving Richard insane with desire. They sat like that for a while, not moving, but with his ass pulsating around Rich's cock. There was no need for either of them to move, the walls of the soldier's ass were slowly masturbating the actor's throbbing cock. Then he started to slowly lift his ass an inch and then down. Slowly, ever so slowly increasing length of the upward and downward stroke. Richard's moaning soon turned into excited cries and then screams as Joseph's ass sucked the life giving fluid out of Richard's balls until he was drained dry. And the two lovers fell asleep out on the balcony in each other's arms. The next morning Richard and Joseph had breakfast together. Joseph drove Rich to the bus station where he caught the bus into the city. Joseph then drove to the base school. Rich was planning on spending the day in the city and visiting his dad and mom and return the next day. Later that morning in the Oval office the President sat at his desk taking a high security phone call from Israel. "We cannot confirm the death of Mr. Muhammad," the Israeli PM said, "but we are almost sure of it. Our observers reported that they saw and photographed Syrian troops mopping up the area and they were not taking anyone alive. It appears that those not killed by the explosions were rounded up and shot in the back of the head. I don't think anyone survived. It was a blood bath. And these are the animals you would want us to sit down with?" "We know. Our satellite tells us the same gruesome story. I don't know why you would not be sure of Fazzi having died there. Is there something you're not telling me?" "Well, yes there is. Unknown to Fazzi we had a tracking devise planted on him. We are still getting signals from it and they are moving from place to place." "You are a bunch of sneaky devils!" the president laughed. "With only a small country like mine, we had better be. It may be that one of the killers spotted the expensive watch on Fazzi's wrist and decided to take a memento. Since the tracking devise was located in the watch and it is moving......... we are assuming he is still alive. When we get proof otherwise we will inform you. Mr. President just to repeat, we had nothing to do with this either directly or indirectly." "I know that. Do you have any idea who did?" "We can only speculate. A lot of people wanted these cutthroats dead including your CIA." "Well I'm sure none of our boys had a hand in it." He laughed, "After all it did work! And our guys have not been very successful at that sort of thing, lately. But I will check it out anyway." "I would not rule out the Syrians or even the Emirate itself. My money is on the Emirate. Now they are the 'King of the Mountain." The PM said and as he was about to hang up, he added, "however, Mr. President as you Americans say, one should not look a gift horse in the mouth." Meanwhile, back in New Jersey, at the base Joseph's cell phone was ringing. He picked it up and heard an unfamiliar voice saying, "Hello, Sergeant Joseph Benson? Hassan Segour here, we met a while back. Do you remember me?" "Ahhh, yes I do. I met you with Allie Balbak that evening at my father's house." Joseph said. "My father is back home in Syria for a week or so. Is there anything I can do for you?" "Yes, there is. I was wondering if I might come over to your house this evening and talk to you for a while? "Sure I'll be home this evening. As a matter of fact I am having some of my students over this evening. Will that be all right?" He asked, and then a bit cautiously asked, "Is there something wrong?" "No! No, there is nothing wrong. Allie asked me to check in on you to see how you are doing with Fazzi away. Besides the last time we met, we seem to have got off on the wrong foot and I wanted to clear up a few things. Your friends being there will pose no problem." He said thinking that it would even be better if there were someone around to comfort him after he told him about Fazzi. "What time should I come over?" "Perhaps you would you care to join us for dinner?" "I would love to, but I already have plans for dinner. Another time, perhaps. Shall we say about 8 PM?" he said thinking that it would be better if Joseph had eaten before he told him the bad news. "Yes, by that time we should be finished eating. Perhaps you will join us for coffee?" "Yes. That sounds wonderful, see you then." Joseph and his guests had just finished eating and Summaya had cleared the table and they had retired to the library for coffee when the doorbell rang. "That must be Hassan now, Summaya will you let him in and show him to the library. The Housekeeper went to the front door, opened it and let Hassan in then she showed him into the library. "Mesaa El Kair, Good evening," said Hassan. "It is nice to see you again, Yussef." "Good evening, Hassan." Joseph said as he introduced him to his students. After all the introductions were made and coffee was served, they all sat down and made small talk for a while. After a while Joseph excused himself and said he had to give the housekeeper some instructions for tomorrow and he went into the kitchen. After he was gone Hassan got up and said to the remaining guests, "I'm glad you are here. I have some very bad news for your teacher and it is good that he have some friends here to help him. His father has died and he will need friends to help him after I inform him." When Joseph returned, he could feel that something was wrong. Hassan asked him if they could talk in private and they went into the next room. "You had better sit down Yussef, I have some rather bad news for you." Hassan said and after Joseph was seated he continued, "there is no easy way to say this, so I will just come out with it...Fazzi was killed a few days ago in a family feud. A relative shot him. It had something to do with inheritance. What the exact nature of the dispute was I can't say as these things can sometimes go back generations. The cousin has been arrested and will be tried in short order." Joseph turned white. "Are you all right?" Hassan asked. "Yes, I am alright. To tell you the truth I was expecting something like this to happen. I had wanted to go with him but he said it was too dangerous. He told me there was bad blood between him and his family, but that he thought it was forgotten by now. Will his body be sent back to Paterson for burial?" "No he was buried in Syria according to Muslim traditions." Hassan said. "As much as he loved this city and his people here we knew he would like to be buried in a military cemetery in the capitol. He was awarded full rights even the president was there. I am sorry to be the bearer of this sad news, but Allie insisted that I tell you in person and not let the news come to you through a stranger or perhaps the newspapers. I just told your friends and they have decided to stay and comfort you. Before I go---is there anything I can do to help you before I leave." "I will need proof of his death and can the cause of death be changed to natural causes as I would not like to have it known that he was killed by his own family." Joseph asked. "That is the least I can do for him now." "That is so thoughtful of you. Yes, I will see what I can do about that. However you do know that his killer will still be punished according to our law. Are you sure you are all right? Is there anything else I can do for you?" Hassan said. "My office is at your disposal if you should happen to think of anything." "Leave me your card and if I should think of anything I will let you know. I will have to contact the Imam and arrange some kind of memorial service. Will you be one of the speakers to give a eulogy if one is required or will Allie come in for that." The Three Day Pass Ch. 32 I had hoped to end this story with Chapter #31, but so many of you have written to say that you either did not want it to end or that the way that it ended was too abrupt. I admit that it was rather cut short. I had to do that as I was in the process of moving and had little time to polish it up. Now that I have had time to reflect, (and rest a bit) I have decided to continue the story. As always, I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me at Joystick56@Hotmail.Com - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank Chris for his help in editing this chapter. It would not have been finished without his help. I would also like to thank all of you for the many letters you wrote (so far over 435) and for telling me how much you liked or hated the story so far. Keep the letters coming and send in a donation to the site you are reading this on. This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. The end of Chapter 31 And so the memorial service was held and went off like clockwork. A letter of sympathy was read from the President of the United States thanking Fazzi for his help and stating how much he would be missed. Everyone spoke and said such nice things about Fazzi that you would not have recognized who they were talking about. Afterwards at the house Joseph said to Rich when they were alone... "At last it is over and we can go back to living our lives." He pulled Rich to himself and kissed him and the two of them felt at ease for the first time since Joseph had started his undercover work. "Yes --- it is done. It is over at last!" Chapter #32 The ringing of Joseph's cell phone interrupted their kiss. "Damn these things, they always ring at the wrong times." Flipping open the cell, Joseph said, "Hello Sgt. Benson here. What can I do for you?" "Hello Joseph. How have you been holding up? I wish I could have been there for you, but the boss thought it would be better not to have any agents there." "I understand and I'm fine Bill," he said. "Rich has been here for the whole thing and I was just telling him that I was so glad that this finally is over with and that we can all get back to our normal lives." "Over? Where did you get that idea? Who said anything about it being over? You better sit down my friend. It is not over, at least not yet!" "What? What the fuck are you talking about???? The bastard is dead. That ends it!! Doesn't it?" Joseph screamed into the phone... "He is dead, isn't he??" "Well, we are not one hundred percent sure. But even if he is dead it might not be over. In any event the president wants to see you. He has a few things he would like to discuss with you before we close out this business. He wants to meet with you and only you, alone and in secret, at his private residence in the White House A.S.A.P. I don't have to tell you that both Rich and you are under orders to keep this meeting quiet. Neither of you is to breath a word of this to anyone, not even to his father. Is that clear to the both of you?" Asked Bill. "I will be there to pick you up tomorrow at noon and the two of us will fly to D.C. Pack about two days clothes. Civilian stuff only." "And if I choose not to go?" "You have to be kidding. This is not a request! It is a direct order from your Commander-In-Chief. I have already cleared it with your Commanding Officer. You will be ready by 12 noon." Barns said emphasizing the word WILL. "No you can't do this to me!" "Sorry buddy. I not only can, but I must! I have my orders and as you know, orders are orders! Pack a small bag. DO IT! I will pick you up at noon tomorrow and you better be ready." The agent said as he hung up. Joseph closed the cell phone and turned to Richard and said, "A direct order, what can I do?" "You go! What else can you possibly do? As long as you are still in the army they have you by the short hairs until you are discharged. And I'll give you ten to one odds that you will jump even after that. You better get packed. Come, I'll give you a hand." Richard said as he led the way up to the master bedroom. "I'll pack all right---we are leaving for Canada tonight. You go home and start packing we will have to use your car as mine is too well known to the FBI." Joseph said as he started to grab some clothes and shove them in a travel bag. "Now that's really a grown up and well thought out course of action." Richard said as he sat down on the chair. "And I'm the one that is supposed to be the actor! At times you can be more theatrical than me. Cut the dramatics and the horseshit." "What do you mean? What dramatics? What horseshit?" "You actually think I can just leave? I can't just pull up stakes and leave. I have obligations to the play and to its investors. If I leave now, I may never get another opportunity like this. What producer would ever take the chance and hire me again? I wouldn't even get a part as a bit player, let alone as a lead actor. Hell, I would be lucky if I could get a job as the theater janitor. You can run to Canada if you want to, but not with me. No! Not now. Not at this time anyway. If you want I will join you later after the play has opened and run a while." "That could take a year! I never thought you would let me down this way." "Let you down-what about you letting me down? What about you letting the country down? Look, my love, we both know you are going to go D.C. You'll kick and scream, but you will go anyway! It's your duty! Besides, you love this undercover shit. You love being the Gung-Ho agent. Now don't deny it!" He said, emphatically shaking his finger under Joseph's nose. "You forget, I have seen you in action and you revel in it. It's time we both grew up and faced the fact that you are one of those DUTY, HONOR, COUNTRY guys. I knew this from the first day we met and what's more-you always will be. Thank god you are. You will never change. It's one of the things that I love and admire about you. I'll even wager that you will re-enlist when the time comes." "Bull shit! That's all bull shit and besides it's not true! Damn it! You always think you know me?" Joseph shouted. "If you think I'm not the only one who has been putting his job ahead of our relationship, then look at yourself! Didn't you just put 'Duty, Honor, PLAY' ahead of us?" "Yes I did and maybe it's crunch time. Time for the both of us to realize that our jobs really mean more to each of us than we do to each other...." He said as his voice trailed off as the shock of what he had just admitted began to sink in. "Oh God, Joseph, I really did not mean that! It did not come out right. My god, I think we are having our first real fight." "Sometimes in anger the truth comes out.. You did mean it! And, I guess we have reached that time and place." "Joseph, please, I don't want to fight with you over this. It is not that important right now." Richard said trying somehow to defuse the situation. "Are you serious? Not that important? What we are discussing here is our future life together, not something like-what are we going to do tonight or what to have to eat for supper." Joseph almost screamed. "We are down to basics here. It's 'Love Relationships Class 101', and I think we are both failing the class." "What I meant was that this whole trip might just be a meeting whereby the President will thank you for what you did." Richard tried to explain. "Barns told you a while back that the President had told him that when this was over he wanted to meet and thank you in person, didn't he? Well maybe this is his way of doing it? I just think and I want you to wait and see what he has to say before you 'jump ship'." "Jump ship? Where and from whom did you learn that from? That's Navy! Have you been screwing the Navy now?" Joseph asked in a joking way. "My god have I turned you into one of those...those service whores?" "I'm glad to see your sense of humor is returning." Richard picking up and continued in the lighter vein. "However, just to clear the air-you are the first and last serviceman I have ever picked up. There was just something about you that attracted me to you. Although those sailors do look sexy and hot in those skintight white pants they pour themselves into. But then who wants to undue all those damn buttons." "I'm sure they have no trouble undoing them when the need arises!" Then turning serious again the soldier said, "But Rich, what if for some reason he wants me to continue this business?" "We will just have to face that when we come to it, but I was serious about my commitment to the play. Just like you, I pledged myself to see this thing through and I'm going to do it and so are you!" "OK, I understand and in a way I am glad we got this out into the open." Joseph said. "Now we both know what it means to want do something and not be able to fulfill that want." "The one good part about this is that if he is really dead, I will not have to worry about you being fucked by Fazzi anymore. I never really was able to tell you how jealous that possibility made me feel. I tried to hide it, but just the thought of you with that man or any other man was driving me nuts." Richard finally admitted, "and you don't know the times I wanted to cut both your throats." "First of all you never had any reason to be jealous, it was all business. I never had any feelings for him." Joseph said even though it was a sort of lie. He had really begun to love the bastard in a weird sort of way. Even now, he half expected Fazzi to greet him whenever he entered the house, especially when he entered the master bedroom. Was this because of his sense of guilt now that his 'father-lover' was dead? He didn't know for sure, but for now he could not reveal this to Richard. Instead he continued, "It was always you and no one else. But I can just picture it - you standing over our bed with a big knife in your hand, covered with Fazzi's and my blood dripping.................." That was all he had the chance to say as Joseph's graphic description of the bloody bedroom mayhem was quickly stopped by Richard first kissing him deeply and then saying, "No more talk! Let's make love." "Yes babe, I want you now!" Joseph moaned into his ear as they started to quickly undress each other. When they had disrobed each other the soldier pulled Richard to himself and ran his fingers through Rich's long dark hair and their lips met again. And their tongues invaded each other's mouths. "No sergeant! Tonight is going to be different. Tonight I'm going to make love to you. We are going to make love like the two of us have never made love to anyone else before. And when we are done you will know that I am bound to you forever!" Richard said with a rather evil look in his eyes. He then spun Joseph around and pushed his nude body to the bed where he made him lay face down across the width of the bed with his feet dangling over the edge still on the floor. Then kneeling between the spread ass globes he started licking and kissing the strong muscular inner thighs of the solder. His lips and tongue slowly moving up and down his strong legs, leaving a trail of wet saliva as his teeth took little nips on Joseph's sensitive skin. Reaching the strong hard buttocks his fingers forcibly pried them apart and wetting a finger he circled the rosebud. Slowly he pushed his finger into the warm opening, pressing the digit into the tight hole. The hole resisted opening and Richard was forced to try another avenue of approach. He placed his face and lips over the ass hole. First he blew his hot breath up and down and along the love valley. Then with his tongue darting in and out, he teased and coaxed the surrounding area to relax enough for his tongue tip to open Joseph's love tunnel. Using this natural lubricant he was able to move the lips of the man cunt aside and make way for the invading tongue tip. Probing, pushing and then blasting his way through the barricade, his tongue entered the now well-lubricated hot target. Now that the area was well prepared and soaking wet Richard rose, stood over the panting Joseph and with his hand on his naked cock he rubbed his dripping cock head up and down the ass slit mixing his pre-cum with the saliva. The head of his phallus found the warm pulsating wet hole and using one hand to insert his cock head, he used his dripping cock head to ream the hole. Then he tried to press into the moist hot cavern. Joseph screamed as he realized that Richard had his unsheathed cock tip in his ass hole. "Oh god! What are you doing? Where's the con............?" Rich pulled his cock out a bit; then in one strong stroke his ramrod hard cock entered the soldier's outer ring. Joseph's ass at first gave way to the hard intruder and then he resisted and clamped down and mustering his defenses tried to expel the hot hard and dripping invader. "Rich, I don't think we should... "Take it out! Take it out! Please!" Joseph pleaded. "Fuck no! It's too late! There's no way I'm going to stop now! I have invaded you. I have breached your defenses! Surrender! You are mine now-all of you and baby, for better or worse.... I am yours........." Joseph felt the entire weight of this strange animal on his back as it tried to force its cock back into his rear. Richard's weight was almost too much for him, besides the man was like a wild beast. Joseph arched his back and with his fingers entwined in the coverlet of the bed, using all the military physical training he had acquired over the last few years, he forced Richard off him. "I love you." Joseph said, with tears in his eyes. "Rich I really do love you and I want to feel you in me without those rotten condoms, but until this thing is settled we can not allow ourselves not to use them." Richard rolled away and lay beside Joseph and said, "Joseph I don't care anymore. I want to have unencumbered sex with you and I want it tonight, here and now. If running away with you to Canada is the only way --- so be it. I will go home, now, I will pack and we can be on our way before sunup. Fuck that Duty, Honor and other shit. It's us, you and me together. That's all that counts from here on out!" "I do love you, but no, you were right before. Let's see what the man in the big house has to say first." Joseph said. "In that case," Richard said in a fit of anger, "I had better leave now. I don't think I could get any rest trying to sleep in the same bed with you tonight." "Don't pull your dramatic shit on me, baby. If you want to---you can go sleep in my old bedroom. Go and maybe the both of us will be able to get a bit of rest tonight. We will talk about it in the morning after breakfast." With that they parted and for the first time since the night they first met they parted in anger. Both were hurt and stunned and realized that this might be the end of the relationship. They slept in different rooms. Both fell fitfully asleep. The next morning Joseph arose to find a note pined to his pillow. "Sorry babe. I am really sorry about last night. I admit, you were right about everything. I was an ass. Try to forgive me. You know I ain't the kiss, fight and run type, but I forgot I had an early rehearsal call this morning. I love you. Call before you leave. I love you, I love you and if that is not clear---I LOVE YOU! P.S. I hope you forgive me. P.P.S. If you do not forgive me, I'll never speak to you again." As much as he did not want to, Joseph got up and took a shower. He felt bad about missing Richard this morning. Rich had become the beginning and end of his being, but there could be no running away now--no matter what happened in Washington. He was committed. He would stay until the end - whatever and whenever that was. He would make Richard understand and he would make it up to him, somehow. Just as he was getting out of the bathroom there was a knock on the bedroom door. "Are you awake, sir? Will you be coming down for breakfast soon?" Summaya, his cook asked. He was sort of taken aback as the housekeeper had never asked him in quite that way. Fazzi had always managed the help. "Yes, I will be down after I dress-about a half hour. If there is something you have to do, I can make my own eggs." Joseph said then added, "Oh, by the way I am going to be away for the rest of the week so you can take the time off." "There is nothing that I have to do, sir, it is just that Mr. Worth gave me instructions to make you a special breakfast and it will take me a little while to get it ready." "Special breakfast huh? I'll be down in a half hour then." Joseph said as he stripped off his robe and started to get dressed. God, he thought to himself, there are so many things I am going to have to learn to do from now on. One of them is going to be the running of this house... Fazzi had always done that, but now it is my job. He would like to keep the housekeeper (she was such a good cook), but that chauffeur, now that was another story. He would have to go. He would get rid of him and get a cleaning woman to help the cook. He really should ask Bill Barns for his advice but Barns would most likely want to have some of his people as close to Joseph as possible. Well we will just have to talk about that. I am not going to become surrounded by FBI personnel. Even having one of them in the house could be a dead giveaway he thought as he left the room and went down the stairs to the kitchen where he found the cook busy at the stove. "Sir don't you dare look at what I'm doing! Just take yourself out into the dinning room, grab a cup of coffee and wait while I finish this concoction." Summaya said, "I'll serve your breakfast to you in a few minutes." Entering the dinning room he poured himself a cup of hot coffee from the urn that was set up on the sideboard and looked around for his place setting. His usual place was empty. The only setting was Fazzi's, which was set at the head of the table along with a copy of the Arabic News Letter. At first he thought that the housekeeper had forgot to set a place for him at the table. Then he realized he was now the 'head of the house' and as such that place belonged to him now. Gingerly he sat down in Fazzi's chair. It felt funny sitting in Fazzi's place at first, but he realized that he had better get used to it because like it or not, this was now his place. It was just another reminder of his changed situation. He could not get used to the fact that, in his early twenties, he was most likely one of the richest men in the country. What the fuck was he going to do now? The whole thing was his. All the cars-the house-the money and the staff, it all belonged to him. He sat there sipping the hot strong coffee reminiscing. He hadn't done too badly for a poor 'dirt farmer' from rural upstate New York. At the time he arrived in the city on that dirty bus, he was just a kid with only a few dollars to his name. Now he had multi-millions under his control. He still could not believe it. Lost in his thoughts he had not noticed that his breakfast had been placed before him. He looked down at the plate that the housekeeper had placed before him and broke into a smile.... 'Eggs in a Hole' and home fried potatoes. "Mr. Worth said that this was one of your favorites." She said and asked, "did I make it right? Is it the way you like it?" "Yes, oh yes, they are perfect. There is only one thing missing, bacon. I will have to get used to not having that in this house." He said tasting them. "MMmmm, Richard could not have made them better. Come, grab a cup of coffee and join him at the table." The Three Day Pass Ch. 33 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. Again I want to thank Chris for his help with editing. And again any errors are mine and mine alone. End of Chapter # 32 "What I am going to tell you now is for your ears only. For reasons, which I do not want to go into now, the United States owes Israel a big favor. They allowed Fazzi to live as long as he did. There were literally hundreds of times they could have killed the both of you, but at our request they held off. This last time we had to inform them about you. They realized that with you as his 'son', he was worth more to us alive then dead. His housekeeper was and is one of their top agents. They have been tracking him for over fifteen years. You better keep her, but be careful. She has her thing to do and you have yours. The two may not always be the same thing, but if push comes to shove she may be a friend in need. I leave it to you. I have learned to trust your instincts. Anything else?" "No Sir." Joseph said. "I think I will accept the job but, I will let you know for sure as soon as I speak with the Worthingtons." Chapter #33 "You see, I told you. I knew you would do it. You just couldn't say the magic 'NO word', could you? And to make matters worse, you put the onus for the decision upon my family and me." Rich said. "Well yes, I guess I did! After all we are partners aren't we? "Yes we are and I know how much you and my father would like you to continue so I am out voted. Go on do it!" "My love, even if everyone one voted 'Yes' and you voted 'No', your vote would constitute a majority of one." "Fancy words. You and your fancy fucking words, you know damn well that I'm afraid to say "No". You have me by the short hairs and I'm not about to say no." Rich fumed. "Do what the fuck you want! Let's just leave it like that." "Ok, are you coming home tonight?" Joseph asked, still feeling the hostility in Richard's voice. "No, we are having a late night rehearsal. Tomorrow we are going out of town for the try-outs and we are working our tails to the bone in order to get ready for our New York opening. If all goes well we will open next month." Rich said. "I think that's why I'm so edgy lately. I'm nervous and I'm taking it out on you." "That's what I'm here for, lover. Do you want me to come up to be there with you for the try-out?" Joseph said trying to smooth over the situation. "No, don't come up. The try-out will still be rough and I want you to see the finished project." "You are going to be just great and so is the play. Don't worry about it. I love you." " Look I have to go now. I have some shopping to do for the trip. I'll call you from the try-outs. Joseph forgive me, in spite of everything, I love you." Rich said as he closed his cell phone. Joseph put down his phone and was startled to hear it ring as soon as it had rested in its cradle. Picking it up he said "Benson here." "Marhaba, keefak? Hello, how are you? It is Allie here. I hope it is not too soon, but when do you think you would like to have a meeting? There are some things I would like to discuss with you." He said in Arabic. "Aside from preparing the lists of Arabic charities, I really don't know what I am supposed to do or even when I am supposed to start my new job." "Allie I was just thinking about you," He lied. "I am not planning anything for this evening. If you have the time why not drop by the house this evening for supper? Perhaps you might even bring your wife. Like, Fazzi my father, I find it more interesting if I can meet and socialize with my employees and their families. That way the family does not feel left-out and they can understand when I impose on their husbands' family time." "Oh, but, I thought you knew. I am not married. I have found that having a wife would have tied me down and besides what woman would put up with my hours." Allie told him. "Perhaps you would like to bring a girl friend?" "No, at present, there is just me." "I'm sorry to hear that. Then perhaps you will come join me for dinner and the two of us will get to know each other better. You could perhaps bring that preliminary list of some of the organizations that you prepared and we will go over it together. I think it is time to start the process of funding these charities. I will have the cook prepare us a lamb shish-ka-bob dinner." "Yes the money is needed and I am sure that it will be put to good use." Allie said. "Lamb shish-ka-bob! Oh don't go to any trouble. Something simple will be fine with me." "Nonsense, besides I love the stuff and look for any opportunity to have cook serve it. It will be a pleasure to share it with an Arab, who knows and can appreciate the finer points of the cuisine. You know that delicate taste of the spices and the aroma that can drive you wild." "OK, OK, say no more. What time shall I drop by?" "About seven p.m. will be fine." Joseph said, "and be prepared to eat. One thing more, I hope it won't offend your Muslim sensibilities or you, if I have beer on the table." "If you don't let it be broadcast about, I too drink now and then. Like your late father, I have become accustomed to the Western custom of taking a little alcohol with my meals. I have learned that custom as well as a few other of your decadent and depraved morals." He laughed. "Fazzi and I loved to delve into and appreciate much of that western debauchery that our Imams love to preach against." "Ahhhh, but now I shall insist that you tell me all about my father's debauchery." Joseph said. "After that fine speech you gave and all those funeral accolades, there were times that I was beginning to wonder if the Fazzi I knew and loved was the same one we were putting to rest. You must tell me the whole story tonight. I will see you at seven then." Joseph sat down and began to plan out the evening. One thing was plain. In order to get back into the center of the Emirate he would need a connection. Without Fazzi he was unattached, an outsider and suspect. He needed a tie-in, someone already inside who could smooth his way. The only person that could fill that description at this point was either Allie or perhaps Hassan. He already had one successful experience with Allie (the freeing of his friend Ibrahim). Yes he said to himself. It will have to be Allie. He went upstairs and while showering and dressing for the evening he planned his strategy. A few minutes to seven the doorbell rang and Joseph opened the door to find Allie standing there holding two bottles of wine. "How come you are answering the door? Did you let the valet off for the night?" Allie asked as he handed Joseph the wine. "Here, this is for dinner. I thought a dry red wine would go better than beer. I don't know how to address you now that I am working for you. Is it Sergeant or should I address you as sir? I don't know what to call my new boss." "When we are alone in social settings like this, why not just continue to call me Joseph or Yussef." He said taking the wine. "Thank you for being so thoughtful. You are right wine will go better with dinner. As far as the valet, I let him go. His main duty was to drive Fazzi and as I like to do my own driving I had little or no use for him. Besides with me away most of the time he made my housekeeper a bit upset with his rough ways and I think he might have 'come on to her'. In any event she seems happier without him and a happy housekeeper and cook makes the house run better, as you will see tonight. Please sit in the library while I have the cook put this on ice for us." After giving the wine to the cook he returned to find Allie looking at some of the books in Fazzi's vast collection. "Cook tells me it will be ready in about 15 minutes." Joseph said. "Before I forget, here is that listing you wanted. I did not think you would want to move so fast." Allie said as he removed an envelope from his suit jacket and handed it to Joseph. "However I did have a list prepared and brought it with me. Would you care to go over it now?" "Yes, I think we must start to move fast with some distribution of funds as we do not want our contributors to loose interest or worse yet, think we are forgetting the reason we started the fund. I think it only fair to inform you that the American government is also going to be very interested in checking out these organizations." Joseph reminded him. "It was one of conditions of the incorporation agreement." "Yes I know." Allie said handing Joseph the list. "As you can see the main recipient so far is the "Red Crescent" and there are a few schools of higher learning." ~~~~~~~~~~ "Are you sure that none of these have ties to terrorist groups?" Joseph questioned. "I don't want to be shot down before we even start." "These are all organizations that the UN and the United States have approved of in the past. I realized that would be one of your concerns, so I did do a lot of checking." Joseph took the list and told him he would go over it and get back to him. "By the way," Joseph said with a grin on his face, "walking in and seeing you in this room reminds me of the fact that it was in this very room that we first met. If I remember correctly, we had a heated discussion." "Yes we did, but most of your argument was with Hassan Segour. He is a rather hard liner and I seldom agree with him. Your father thought he was an idiot and told him so many times. Hassan hated your guts and repeatedly advised Fazzi to throw you out." "He did, did he? And why would he do that?" "There were several reasons for that, not the least of which was that you were an American soldier and a Christian at that. He could not believe that Fazzi would allow his daughter to see, much less marry, a Christian. Knowing Fazzi's reputation he thought there was another reason he was so taken with you." "And what might that reason be." Joseph asked. "Yussef. I like you. I like working for you and you are entitled to know whatever you need to know about me, however, perhaps it is better to-how do you Americans put it-'let sleeping dogs sleep'. Fazzi was not what you would call a loving father and husband. He had this other side. It was vicious, cunning, depraved and ruthless." "Fazzi and his family, but mostly Fazzi told me about his past." Said Joseph. "At first I was shocked and repelled by the stories of his escapades in the Lebanon, but after a while his charm and generosity broke me down and I just forgot about them and saw the good side of him." "I can honestly say that except for his devotion to duty and his relationship with you, I have never seen this good side that you talk about." Joseph looking Allie square in the eyes said, "As an ex-soldier you should know that there are times when duty calls for 'Fazzi types'. They are one-sided, focused and ruthless. They care nothing for the people they serve or those that serve under them. General Patten was such a man and during troubled times, we need them and we wish we had a hundred men like them." The two men stared at each other for a while until a knock on the door caused them to jump. "Dinner is ready, Sir." "Yes." Said Joseph rubbing his hands together and smiling, "we can continue this discussion at the table. You did promise to fill me in on some of my father's debauchery." They sat down and ate and as usual the food was great. "I have never tasted this dish prepared in this manner. Do you mind if I ask your cook for the recipe? It is not prepared as we make it in Syria." "Not at all." Joseph said ringing for the cook. "Summaya, Mr. Balbak wants to know your secret recipe for the shish-ka-bob. He says he has never tasted it as good as this. Dare we give away a state secret?" "Thank you sir," she said. "It is the spices and the marinate. They come from Yemen. I will write it all out and you can have your wife call me if she has any questions." "I'm not married, but put your telephone number on the paper and I will contact you if I have problems." "You will be able to contact me here. Mr. Benson has asked me to stay on as his cook and housekeeper and I think I will like that very much, now." "Summaya after you do the dishes you may lock up and go home I will see our guest out." After finishing dinner they took their wine and went back into the library and seated themselves on the couch in front of the coffee table. "Now you were going to tell me about my father and why Segour did not like me." "Hassan thought you were a homosexual and that Fazzi had fallen under your spell. He knew, as most of us did, that Fazzi loved young men. He set out to try to prove you were seducing Fazzi and as it turned out all he proved was that women were not distasteful to you." "Well you must tell me how he did that." Joseph asked. "You may not want me working for you after I tell you the story, but I am going to tell you anyway." And Allie told him the story, the whole story; at least as far as he could, including the fact that a video tape and photos were taken of him and the belly dancer in her bed. "Whatever happened to the tape and pictures?" Joseph laughed. "I would love a copy of it. If I remember right she was one hell of a good fuck." "I told her to keep the tape as we did not need or want it. For all I know she still has it. Anyway it was a stupid idea." "It was not stupid. You were concerned about your friend and you wanted to protect him...., however, Hassan got it all wrong. It was not I coming on to him, but he that seduced me. To make a long story short--- while I loved his daughter and would have married her gladly, he thought it would be better if the two of us cooled the romance down for the time being. He feared, and rightly so, that I was going to take her virginity before we married. To prevent this, and the repercussions it would have here in the Arab community, he sent her and her mother away until the wedding. As you know Fazzi was and could be a very charming man. While his wife and daughter were in Deerborn Michigan living with her relatives he insisted I live here with him in this house. He said he wanted to keep an eye on me, in order to prevent me from running after other women. My future father was very understanding and showered me with gifts and love. I never knew my birth father and mother. For too many reasons to tell you now, the people that adopted me and myself never got along well. So I guess I longed for a family and Fazzi became a father figure to me. To satisfy my desire for sex, he introduced me to the joys of man-to-man sex. At first I fought against it, but it was during this time that I realized I was a homosexual. I decided to let his daughter off the hook and her father became the love of my life. Now, knowing all this, do you still wish to work for me? Do you have a problem working with someone who might at times have thoughts of taking you to bed?" "No. Do you really have those thoughts? Because if you do," Allie said his dark shimmering eyes roaming up and down Joseph's body, "I have absolutely no problem at all with that. What do you think I was doing with Fazzi all that time in the Lebanon? As you must know-he was a great teacher!" "So the two of you were .......?" He left the rest hanging in the air. "Lovers?" Allie finished the sentence for him while sipping some of the wine. "No. Not lovers. Fazzi did not need or even want a lover at that time. Now and then he would take me to bed but most of the time he used me to procure his victims and we would sometimes have a threesome. He was an insatiable beast with a voracious appetite in those days. And Lebanon provided him with whatever he wanted. Those were wonderful times for him and I admit, for me also." "And since then?" "I have been very fortunate. I have had posts in Paris, London and now New York." Allie smiled, "in all of which it is not difficult to find...errrrr... entertainment." "I should think that a man of your good looks and personality would have no trouble finding suitable partners no matter where he was." "Playmates? Yes. Lovers? No. I never was lucky enough like Fazzi to find a real lover," he said and then asked, "Why do you ask? Are you looking around for Fazzi's replacement?" Joseph burst out in laughter. "While you are very good looking and the tone of your skin, the color of your eyes and hair remind me of my father's, it is a bit too soon to even consider that. I may perhaps consider it in the future, but, as we Americans say, his shoes will be hard to fill." "Yussef, you Americans have so many wonderful sayings." Allie said as he too laughed and placing his hand on Joseph's thigh he continued, "When your time of morning is over I would like you to remember that I have very big feet." Joseph placed his hand over Allie's warm hand and moved it to his inner thigh. "We have another saying about 'big feet', but perhaps we can go into that at a later time. For now let's go over that list you made up." The two of them went over the list that Allie had prepared. Joseph had asked many questions about the seemingly innocuous looking organizations and then said. "They look fine and I will show them to Richard Worthington for his approval." Just then there was a knock on the door and the cook said through the door that she was finished and was leaving. "Mr. Balbak I have the recipe for you." "Thank you, Summaya," Allie said, taking his hand reluctantly off Joseph's leg, getting up and opening the door. "I hope I can do it justice." "I am sure you will. Oh one thing more. I just heard on the radio that there was a big accident on the bridge and traffic is all tied up, so you might want to use the tunnel instead." "Thank you I will consider that when I leave. Once again thank you for a delicious dinner." She left and Allie said to Joseph, "perhaps I had better leave also. It is getting late and I don't want to wear out my welcome." "There is no need for you to rush off. The night is young and I do enjoy your company." Joseph said taking Allie's hand in his and leading him back to the couch. "After I get out of the army I have been thinking of taking a trip throughout the Muslim world. I would love to visit the places that Fazzi told me about. I also want to see how the money is being used. It may also give me ideas for more projects to fund" Still holding hands, they sat on couch. "That is a very good idea, but it could be a very dangerous trip to take without a guide and protector. Especially for someone like you." "Like me? I don't understand. You know, Fazzi said the same thing to me when I offered to go with him this last time. I wish I had insisted on going now. I may have protected him from that murdering bastard." Joseph said with tears in his eyes. "Fazzi was looking to protect you from the evils of some of our desert brethren who have never seen a blond man and would kill to own one." "You are kidding me? Own one, not in this day and age." "Yes. Even today in the remote areas there are many sheiks that pay lots of gold coins for young blond flesh. Blond Christian women or better yet, young light skinned, blond Christian men or even boys are most rare and would bring fabulous prices. I can see the slave merchants drooling and fighting to put you on the auction block. A young American in the best of shape, yes, Fazzi was right in not allowing you to come with him. Those rich older sheiks prefer a young man because they could not only use him for sex but also as a worker. They would most likely display prime goods like you as a prized trophy, perhaps even rent you out for their friends' amusement also. You would command a very high price, perhaps hundreds of thousands if not millions. They would have cut Fazzi's throat to get at you." The Three Day Pass Ch. 34 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. Again I want to thank Chris and Frank for their help with editing. And again any errors are mine and mine alone. The end of chapter 33: Allie placed his hand on the back of Joseph's head placing it on his broad shoulder as he pulled him closer his lips brushed Joseph's ear and kissing it he whispered, "I know being alone in this big house can be overpowering, would you like me to stay the night with you?" * "Allie, I'm speechless. I really don't know what to say!" Joseph said. "My brain should be telling me to ask you to leave right now before this goes any further, but to tell the truth, I can not deny that your offer is very enticing... " That was the last word he was able to utter as Allie silenced his further protests by quickly moving his mouth and lips from Joseph's ear and placing them over his lips. There he imprisoned Joseph's mouth sucking on his lips with a passion that Joseph had never expected. The kiss literally took his breath away and left him drained. Allie softly ran his tongue over the soldier's lips probing, seeking and testing for the slightest opening. Finding none he murmured, "Just say the word. You know the word. I know that you want and need this as much as I do. I can see the lust in your eyes." But the soldier continued to struggle and in order to stop him from pulling away his attacker tried to hold his head steady by entwining his fingers in the short hairs of Joseph's military haircut. This proved impossible to do, so instead he moved his strong fingers to the back of Joseph's head and there he attempted to hold Joseph's head steady while he again tried to insert his wiggling tongue between the tightly closed lips. But Joseph continued to struggle and was soon able to free his head a little. Turning his face away he asked, "Damn it! How can I say a word if you won't let me talk?" "What's there to talk about?" Allie questioned him. "You just admitted that you were enticed by my offer." "But why? I never guessed that you were attracted to me in any way!" "You must be joking. I thought you knew that I have always liked you and now that Fazzi is gone..." "No I did not know that. How could I know that?" Joseph asked and said, "Both Fazzi and I had the impression that you hated me. We thought it was because of my outspoken political opinions and my unwillingness to submit to Islam. Fazzi was disappointed, as he always wanted us to be friends. "By Allah, I was certain that you knew, I thought it was so obvious. I was attracted to you and I wanted you from the moment that first evening when Fazzi introduced you to Hassan and me. I knew from that very first instant that there was something going on between you and him. And it wasn't that father-son-in-law shit. I saw the look on your face when you looked at Fazzi. There were sparks of passion that flowed between the two of you. I could see your devotion and lust for him and I became jealous. I wanted that. Hassan Segour may have hated you but not me. Oh no! Not me! Right then, that night, I wanted to pick you up and sling you over my shoulder and carry you home with me. That evening and every evening thereafter, when I put my head on my pillow I fantasized about you. You have no idea how many times I lay in bed at night unable to sleep. Images of the two of you making love together began eating away at me. Thoughts of him kissing you and the image of that bastard's cock penetrating your love hole made me insane with lust. It drove me to the point where I wanted to kill him for even putting his filthy hands on the one I loved. I wanted you and I didn't care what I had to do to have you." He smirked as he recalled his fixation and then said. "About this time I came upon an old black and white movie called "King Kong". Have you ever seen it?" "Oh Yes! I'm a big fan of early films and it's one of the classics." Joseph said. "Let's see that would be the 1933 version I think." "Yes that's the one. I watched that movie over and over again. I pictured myself as Kong, the primeval beast, untying your struggling near nude body from that 'Bridal Altar'. Then roaring and beating my bare chest, I lifted you up and carried you off into the jungle where I protected you from all those beasts that tried to steal you from me. In my fantasy, I was your ultimate champion. I protected you and I killed everyone that came to rescue you. Then, with you screaming and kicking I slung your naked body over my hairy shoulders and carried you off to my den high on a hilltop. There, while I could have raped you, I chose not to take you by force. No, instead I took possession of you. I made passionate love to you and you learned to trust me, to need me and to love me." Joseph almost laughed out loud at this, and then trying to contain himself he said, "I have to ask you this. You didn't kill Fazzi, did you?" Allie trying to recoup and shocked at the accusation said, "No! How could I? How could you even ask such a question? Look if I wanted you as my lover, my partner and a true friend, do you think I would do anything to harm you or those you loved? And Fazzi's death would and did hurt you. No Yussef, Fazzi was an old friend and killing him was out of the question." Joseph replied quickly, "I was joking. I knew you wouldn't do something so evil, but Allie, if I don't tell you something now, I'm afraid that it is going to be me that will hurt you. And I don't want to do that." Joseph said trying to quickly think of a new plan that would at least give him some room to maneuver. Now it was Allie's turn to snicker. "Hurt me? How? Look at me! I'm a strong guy and while you are no weakling, I think I could still hold my own with you." "I was not referring to physical hurt. I think that before we go any further, there are a few things that you should know about me. The first is that while I was in deeply in love with Fazzi, he never possessed me. He never entered me. Until the last time before he left for Syria, I never really allowed or wanted it. Don't get me wrong, we had wonderful sex-but he never fucked me. He was my bottom. Perhaps in time as our relationship grew, I may have allowed him to take my ass, but he was killed before we had a chance to do it." "You mean to tell me that all the time you were living in this house, sleeping in the same bed and making love together - Fazzi never entered your ___. You have never had anything up there!" Allie said, at first not believing him. Blushing, Joseph said, "I never said that. We were planning on doing it. Fazzi and I had even purchased a dildo for me and we were planning to open me up. But he never got the chance to, how do you say it for lack of a better expression, breed me." "No wonder you are so skittish." Allie smiled. "Now I understand. I see what the problem is and I know how to fix it. We will go very, very slow and we will take our time. We will start again from the beginning. I promise I will be patient, even if it takes a long time. You know in fact I think I will enjoy it even more this way. It will be like taking a young virgin. I will appreciate your final surrender more this way. I want you badly, but more important than that-I want you to tell me that you want me to take your body and really possess it. Just like in my fantasy, I want you to want me to teach and make love to you. I have had my fill of raping and being raped. What I saw between you and Fazzi was new to me. It is that love that I want for the rest of my life. Look, as much as I like my job and working for you, I would give it up if you asked me to-as long as I could have you. I don't care-anything you want. Just let me make love to you. Let me be your teacher." Allie pleaded. "Please, I can not leave you now. Not like this. Both of us are so hard that our balls are going to fall off it we do not do something to help each other. What have you got to loose? It's not like either of us is a total virgin. "No I'm not a total virgin and that brings up the second problem. There is someone else. There has been someone else all along. Both before, during and after Fazzi and I became lovers." Joseph admitted. "Again, I don't want to deceive you." "Is it Richard Worthington? Yussef I know you go for older men but he is old enough to be your grandfather." Allie laughed and getting angry said, "Is that why he is so nice to you? Is that the reason he is taking you into his Wall Street firm? Now I understand. Now I can see things more clearly. It's business. The whole thing is business. You little gold digging whore!" Then drawing his hand back he tried to slap Joseph's face. However the soldier was too fast for him and stopped his hand in mid air. "No! It is not Richard Worthington Senior. It's his son Rich Worth. We have been friends for almost two years, even before I met Fazzi." Joseph began his concocted story. And like all good cover stories it was based on truth. "Rich introduced me to his father and for some reason the old man became impressed with me and offered me an apprenticeship with his company. After this I met Fazzi and his daughter. You know most of the rest of that story. All this time Fazzi knew about Rich but he kept insisting that I continue to see the Worthington family. When I offered to stop and devote myself to him alone, he insisted that I continue. He said it was "IshAllah" the will of god. He told me that sometimes there is a greater good that had to take precedence. In this case, it was, for the good of the Arab people. No matter how I tried to change his mind he insisted that for now, I should and must continue. Well during Fazzi's trip and after his death Rich tried to comfort me; just like you are trying to do now. But we never did anything but 'kid stuff'." He lied. "The old bastard was crafty and in this case he was right." Allie mussed and realized that it was not only Fazzi, but also most likely the Emirate that were using Joseph and not the other way around. No wonder the Emirate had not ordered Joseph's throat cut. They wanted Fazzi to keep Joseph in the picture. Who knows for sure if they had not insisted on Joseph being involved from the beginning? Fazzi always said that the Emirate not only knew what he was doing but also insisted that he use Yussef. Maybe Hassan was right about Yussef being planted in the army all along. Without Joseph and the Worthingtons the whole thing would fall apart. What do you want me to do? Should I tell Rich that it was all a mistake and that I was grief-stricken and did not know what I was doing? Joseph asked. "I will be glad to be through with this deception. "No Yussef, you have to keep up this charade. If the younger Worthington were to think you were being unfaithful to him-he could convince his father to destroy the Fund. My poor darling, Fazzi never loved you; he used you to get into Wall Street. You have no idea what you are into here." "I guess I don't know it all, but you are wrong about Fazzi." Joseph insisted. "He did love me. Otherwise why would he adopt me as his son and heir? He did not have to do that. I did not even want it. He did love me and I loved him enough to do whatever he said and wanted." "I can't answer that. I don't know." Allie said putting his arm around Joseph. "Maybe it was because he was a lonely old man and he wanted a son to love him. I am not as old. And I do not want a son, but I do want a lover. I love you and I still want you. As far as Mr. Worth goes, it is true; we will have to be careful. We would not want him to spill the apple cart over. Would we?" Then you don't mind about Rich?" "Do you think I'm crazy? Of cause I mind, but we will work around him." Allie said as he again picked up where he had left off by kissing Joseph. Joseph pretended to struggle at first but then gave in. "I, uh.... I...Oh the hell with it!" Joseph moaned as he leaned into another hot embrace. He raised his hands cradling the Arab's dark face and pulled it to him. Fuck it, this evening hasn't gone exactly as I had planned it but...what can one do? I even think it is better this way Maybe he was right and I am a whore. In any case, this guy does have such magic lips and I'm finding it impossible to resist him or his damn lips. The handsome Arab's lips while still insistent had now become both soft and supple. At last, parting his own lips, the soldier not only allowed, but also welcomed the hot Arab's tongue as it slid past his teeth and into his mouth like a snake. Yes, that's exactly what it reminded Joseph of, a slithering reptile. And it was one hungry reptile at that. As it moved deeper, its fangs flittered in and out, touching this and then touching that erotic spot. It was always seeking, exploring, investigating and devouring everything in its path as it entangled, invaded and possessed his mouth. Oh my Lord, this guy can sure kiss, Joseph thought. He felt his once strong body becoming a mass of useless body parts, each one surrendering to this all-pervasive irresistible force. He gave in. He was going to let it happen. Allie, sensing the soldier's capitulation eased up on the kiss because he now sensed that he could afford to take the time to enjoy his victory. He drew back a bit and seeing the lust in Joseph's eyes he basked in his moment of glory. Why rush, he told himself, there is plenty of time now. He will not fight me any more. I have him. He will do whatever I want. He may have belonged to that old bastard Fazzi before, but now I have him and he belongs to me. He is my property, at last. Soon I will take him away from that actor. I've had others before, but this one will be different. I will make him into a white sex slave, my white sex slave. He will be special, like none I have ever had before. His mouth again touched Joseph's and he started to nibble on the bruised lips, his neck, and his ears first licking and then sucking them. This erotic activity continued for some time and the two of them felt like they had been making out for hours when they finally pulled away from each other. "You are beautiful and I want to make love to you forever." Allie whispered Joseph felt exhausted as if all his manliness had been drained out of him. He was weak and unable to resist. I need time to think this out, he thought. Rich never made me feel like this. I must be a mess. I must look like hell. Not so to the Arab. He thought his new slave looked just right, vulnerable and sexy as hell. Again the excitement took over. He could not contain himself any longer. He was on a roller coaster ride. His nimble fingers started undoing the buttons of Joseph's shirt. First one and then with lightening speed that surprised even himself he almost ripped the remaining buttons off. Then, changing moods he forced himself back to calmness. Don't rush he admonished himself. His fingers carefully and ever so slowly moved the two shirt openings aside and as if he was a stagehand opening the theater curtains he revealed the hidden treasure behind them. His dark skinned face broke into a big smile. No undershirt to hinder him. Nothing was there except that exquisite nude chest; even more beautiful than the one he had fantasized about. The skin was so light and taunt that had the dark skinned Arab not known otherwise he might have taken Joseph for an albino. A pair of broad shoulders that tapered down to a very narrow waist. A pair of well-defined and developed pectoral mussels set off by reddish brown areolae the size of quarters topped by two darker pronounced nipples. The chest itself was sparsely covered by blond hair, now a shade darker than the hair on his head and getting darker now as the chest was covered with a light sheen of sweat. The matted hair flowed down to reveal a deep bellybutton that begged to be tongued. On and on it continued in a narrow pathway between a set of hard abs, heading south to what promised to be the "Garden of Eden". Allie's dark fingertips reached out gently and slowly, as if he was afraid to break the spell and he ran the quivering digits over the upper torso spread out before him like a second helping of shish-ka-bob to be licked and tasted and eventually devoured. Joseph, caught up in the eroticism of the moment, found his breathing becoming deeper, his chest expanding and contracting, as he gasped for air. He just lay there unable or unwilling to fight anymore, his steel blue eyes locked on to Allie's dark eyes. He watched in a hypnotic like trance as Allie moved his lips down his now heavily sweating chest. A stream of air blowing thru Allie's lips leaving a trail of goose bumps as he moved towards his target. The Arab never blinked his eyes. He kept them fastened on Joseph's eyes waiting for a reaction. Joseph let out a deep sigh as he felt those magic lips just above his nipple. Then the snake tongue darted out licking the sensitive area around each nub. His tongue licked one exposed nipple then the other. Then he closed his eyes and let out a gasp as he felt the strong white teeth tease and nibble on his sensitive erect tit. Joseph moved his hands up Allie's back, pulling his muscular body against him. He continued up and buried his fingers in his dark soft hair. Gripping his hair, he pulled the Arab's mouth away from his tits and brought that hungry mouth back to his own as he sunk his own tongue deep into it. Now it was his turn to explore every nook and cranny of this hot cavern and he found it delicious. All this had not stopped the Arab's fingers and what he was doing with them was driving Joseph insane. The Arab had unzipped Joseph's fly; his fingers reaching in, roaming over Joseph's under shorts and finding the opening he grabbed the hard cock and pulled it out. "It is beautiful." He said squeezing the soldier's hardening tool and again moving his mouth down the body licking and nibbling along the path to Joseph's hard and leaking cock. That reptile like tongue flitted out and lapped the precum. Then, as if sampling a fine wine, he smacked his lips savoring the taste. Then lowering his head, he kissed the foreskin. His lips nibbled on it and his tongue tip licked around the head and over his piss slot and then dived under the loose foreskin. By this time, Joseph was almost beyond the pale. Unable to control himself, but knowing that he must. If he allowed Allie to continue he would loose all control. This he could not and would not let happen. "Allie, please we have to stop. We must stop! NO more." Joseph moaned as he tried to push Allie away. "I think you better go before we both do something we will be sorry for." "Be sorry? I will never be sorry. Don't stop me now. Don't reject me now." Allie pleaded. "You need me as much as I need you. You know this is true. Please don't throw me out. I will do whatever you want only let me make love to you. I need you and you need me. Look, I know you loved Fazzi and that it will take time to get over him. Take all the time you want. All I ask is that you let me stay close to you and let me love you. Please don't send me away." "Send you away----I am not sending you away. It is just too soon to even think about falling in love again." "Nonsense, where is your bedroom?" "Upstairs, Fazzi's old room." Joseph said as he got up and put himself together. "This is a big mistake and I know we are going to regret it in the morning." "Let the morning worry about itself." Allie said taking Joseph's hand in his and leading him to the stairway. "We will go slow and be very careful. I just want to show you how much I love you." The Three Day Pass Ch. 35 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. Again I want to thank Chris for his help with editing. And again any errors are mine and mine alone. The end of Chapter 34 Unable to move for a while they lay like that each sucking the other 'til they both went soft. Sometime during the night they turned around, snuggled up into a spooned position and drifted off to sleep. The last thing Joseph remembered was the feeling of being enfolded in Allie's strong arms-Arms that were pulling Joseph even closer, making their bodies one. * The first rays of sun came up streaking the morning darkness with golden light. As it spilled into the room it exposed two nude bodies spooned together in a lover's embrace. Joseph's eyes fluttered as the light brought him back to consciousness. For a split second he thought it was Richard's body that was pressing against him and that it was the actor's cock that he had pressed between his legs. Then, just as in a Hollywood movie, he had one of those flashbacks. His brain remembered the argument and fight he had with Richard yesterday. No, that humongous cock that he was feeling between his legs was not the actor's. As big as Richard is, the warmth and the tingling sensations he now felt were due to 10.5 inches of rock hard Arab cock. It belonged to Allie and as it rubbed along his perineum it was radiating a hell of a lot of heat. Against his will, the soldier felt his own muscular body responding. What could he do? He was imprisoned by the steel grip of a big hairy bear in human form that was hugging him closer and closer. And now he could feel the paw-like hands with their strong grasping fingers grabbing his hips and maneuvering them into positions that enabled the Arab to not only control his own movements but those of Joseph as well. The rough stubble of the Arab's day old beard was softened somewhat by the movement of his passionate lips and wet tongue as they worked their way along Joseph's broad shoulders kissing and licking. Back and forth they traversed, seeking and then finding the large artery that pumps life giving blood to the brain. By placing the tip of his tongue on that pulse he could feel the blood pounding close to the surface of the soft white skin. He followed the artery up the neck to Joseph's ear. At first he just sucked the lobe into his mouth and ran his tongue under, around and into the ear. When he started to nibble at the soft flesh, Joseph became lost in sexual overdrive. Gasping and moaning, he reached down between his legs and pressed the hard warm rod imprisoned there up against his balls. Allie unable to control himself any longer buried his open mouth into the nape of Joseph's neck. Growling, his teeth nibbled on the soft flesh and almost broke the skin. He then sucked at the pretend wound. Oh how he loved the soldier's taste, a taste like none other he had ever experienced before. It was so sweet and so young and sooooo blond. Over the years Allie had 'taken' hundreds of paramours, but never-not even once, had he ever envisioned living the rest of his life with any one of them. To do such a thing was not within his culture nor was it the preferred way of his people. Young men were encouraged to experiment with both sexes, however when the time came to establish a lifetime arrangement, most bachelors had their families arrange a suitable marriage with the virgin daughter of a wealthy man of influence in order to produce an heir. The wife (or wives, they were permitted more then one) was to maintain a home and provide male children. Once this was accomplished the man, if he wanted to, was free to find sexual gratification with other women, men or perhaps even both. Allie had had neither the time nor the family that could arrange such an alliance. In the beginning while serving as Fazzi's chief assistant in Lebanon, he had all the women he ever needed. It was soon after Fazzi took him under his wing that he introduced him to same sex relations. Soon after this he found he no longer desired or had the will to get married. He had lost his taste for women. Like his boss and mentor he had developed a strong preference for men---and not just any men but a taste for much younger men. As he lay beside the body of this erotic white Christian he realized that of all his past lovers this one was different. This younger creature had enchanted and captivated him. I am and always have been a dominant male; he thought, I am supposed to be the Master and him the slave. Yet here it is me who is quickly becoming enslaved. In a flash he realized that like his old mentor Fazzi, he too, had fallen so madly in love with this uncircumcised infidel that he was willing to give up everything. Now it is I, he mussed, that is captivated. Now, I am the one that is throwing everything to the wind just to be able to make love to him. I want to possess Yussef, but more than that, I want to be possessed by this blond bundle of sex. My God, who am I kidding, I am possessed. I want to love him! I want to hate him! I want to fuck him to death. Damn I don't know what I want.... I want him to do all kinds of things to me... I want to do all kinds of things to him.... I want to sink my teeth into that neck and suck his hot blood out of him. "MMMMMMMmmmm, I see you are no longer King Kong. Now I no longer have that black hairy ape standing over me beating his chest and grunting at his conquest. Just when I was getting to like the beast, shit, now you have turned into Dracula." Joseph moaned as the muscles of his thighs clamped down on the hard meat and kept it imprisoned between his legs. His hot Arab blood getting the better of him, he became excited and started to run his cock back and forth. He moved the dripping head slowly from Joseph's balls to his ass, along the valley and over his rosebud. The cock head, like a paintbrush, painted a trail of precum in its wake. Grabbing his cock with one hand he guided the wet cock head to the warm orifice. Once over the pulsating target he moved the circumcised shaft in small circles teasing the puckered love hole. All at once he could feel Joseph's body beginning to resist. Seconds before he had thought that maybe this was the time. Maybe now the soldier was ready to give him his virginity. Now it appeared as if a wall had been erected-a stone defense barrier and nothing short of dynamite, rape or drugging the young sexpot could breach that wall. Was Yussef playing the cock teaser or was this wall just the normal fear of a young man? It made no difference, which it was. Soon that wall would crumble and I will take him. I can wait until this slave begs for it. And when he does, it will be me that has at last beaten that old bastard Fazzi. It will have been I and not he that will be the one who battered down his ex-lover's gate and entered his Garden of Paradise. It will be I that will have taken and shredded his lover's virgin cherry. "Yes! My slave." He snarled baring his teeth in a very poor imitation of Bela Lugosi's Dracula and then continued in what was a really horrible Hungarian accent, "I am going to sink my fangs into that sexy throat of yours and suck out your hot blood. First I will drain you almost dry. To the point when you are at death's doorway. Then I shall absorb your life's essence, mix it with mine and then transfuse our co-mingled living fluids back into you. Yes my slave, we will become one soul, a soul that lives forever. Yes, you and I bound up together as the undead shall make love for all eternity, until the end of time and beyond. But until then, my love, you need not resist me. I do not want to take you from the rear like a dog. No! Not like a dog or some lower form of life, no not like that, but like a true lover. When I do take you it will be with me on my back and you straddling my body. You will be facing me as you lower yourself onto my manhood. That way I will be able to enjoy the look of ecstasy in those blue eyes of yours as my 'snake' bores into you. I want to savor the feeling and the passion I see there in that blue sea, as inch-by-inch of my shaft penetrates that beautiful white ass of yours. I want to not only hear your anguished screams but also see that pain turn to pleasure as I take your cherry and ravish your virgin hole. Then and only then will the two of us be forever united!" "Hey lover, as much as I might adore helping you to live out your wild fantasies, it is time for us to get up. It's Sunday and my housekeeper will be here soon and I don't think I could explain your sexy body in my bed let alone these love bites on my bruised neck to her." "Yussef, my love, it is time that you grow up and get yourself used to being what Fazzi's death has made of you." Allie moaned as Joseph forcefully tried to pull himself from his embrace. "What are you talking about?" Joseph questioned him. "I'm the same person I have always been." "No you are not what you were, at least not in the sight of the Arab community. Not in this town and not even in the Arab world. As his son and only living family member, Fazzi's death has propelled you into 'our world', the world of Islam." He said emphasizing the words 'our world'. "And in that world, you are expected to act in certain prescribed ways. Given Fazzi's former status as well his known feelings for you, it is as if he has anointed you as the savior of our people. Being as rich as you are, you no longer have to answer to anyone but yourself. Being the son and heir of such a man as your father was, has elevated your standing in the world of Islam." "But I was only an adopted son, not one born out of his loins. I never even converted to Islam." "That makes no difference." He tried to explain. "In fact our history is filled with the leaders of our people passing on their heritage through adopted sons rather than those of our flesh. In our tradition, as the favored one of your father, as his son and heir you would be a sheik or a king. And as such you don't have to explain your life, your actions or anything to anyone least of all, to your servants or your housekeeper. They work for you, not you for them. Besides, I'm sure if she worked for Fazzi all these years there is little she has not seen. Fazzi was known to have many lovers, both men and women. For all we know he might have even been fucking her. This is not unusual for the ruling class of any people, if not more so with us. Fazzi must have trained her to keep her mouth shut." "But I'm not an Arab or a Muslim." Joseph responded. Brushing aside all the soldier's protests he said, "That makes no difference any longer. Perception is all that counts now. For better or worse you are your father's son.... If you don't believe me, just go to the Mosque Friday and see how the faithful treat you." Allie said and then added, "Besides what is this housekeeper of yours? She is nothing more than an Arab woman. She therefore knows how to keep her mouth shut. And if she does, maybe she will live a long life." "You know 'habibi' someday those Arab women are going to rise up and cut off all those Arab balls." Joseph said. "Then where would you all be without sperm to populate the world?" "Well we would just have to find another way. Maybe capture and adopt Christian men to be our 'tops' and train them to submit to Allah and us." He jested and then said. "But I would have so missed having this big cock laying useless with nothing to do but urinate." "And I would miss having it to worship." Joseph whispered as he squeezed his thighs together crushing the shaft repeatedly. He could feel the precum, warm and lubricating the cock as it slid back and forth between his legs. His finger tips playing with the protruding cock head and rubbing along the sensitive underside of the circumcised dick. "I like it when you do that. When you squeeze my cock with your thighs. It feels just like you are having an orgasm and your ass walls are closing in around my manhood." Allie sighed. "Maybe someday soon you will get to feel the real thing." Joseph said as was finally able to moved away from the Arab freeing himself from the hairy tentacles. "But not now and not today. I'm not kidding, besides the maid is coming, I have to prepare my lesson plans for this week. What with Fazzi's funeral and everything else, I have taken too much time off and I have to get back to work for the army. You, my dear, also have to get back to work. I want full reports on the organizations that you gave me last night and I also want you to prepare another list for me. This is real important; I want the names of any organizations and individuals that are working for interfaith relations. And those organizations do not have to be Arab or even Muslim." "You are not thinking of giving Muslim money to Christian and Jewish groups are you?" He said getting out of bed. "Our contributors will be up in arms and they will demand that you resign." "And why is that?" "You can't expect us to love the people that have slaughtered our people and stolen our lands. That would be too much. Who do you think you are?" "As you just said, I am my father's son. They would not dare to question one of his dying wishes, one that he asked me to help him with before he died." "It was Fazzi's desire to give Muslim money to Jews and Christians?" Allie asked. "That is preposterous." "No its not. It started during the time that Ibrahim was being held by those gangsters. You of all people should remember how he took over the rescue effort and how he felt during the effort. Both while we were doing it and after at the bazaar he was really impressed with what the publicity could do for his people. Over and over again he said that it is time we started to build on the good public relations that were created when Ibrahim was set free. He told me that for the first time in his life not only had his Muslim friends respected him, but he also felt respected by everyone else in the world." Joseph said and then he added to this that Fazzi had told him he was going to use the funds to improve the perception that the world had of his people. Allie thinking back over all the conversations he had with both Fazzi and the Emirate when he was in Syria, realized that Yussef might be right after all. Then thinking that he would at least check it out with the Emirate before he said anything else, he said, "That might not be such a bad idea. Let me throw out some feelers and see if I can get a feel for how this will set with the 'Powers that be'. I still do have some connections. You know, we just might be able to make it work if we call it 'The Fazzi Muhammad Memorial Peace Fund' or something of that nature." "Great! I'm glad to see that you are at least willing to considerer it." Joseph said feeling that he had at last been able to penetrate that wall of xenophobia so common in this people. "The Fazzi Muhammad Memorial Peace Fund. I love that! I think that is a brilliant idea. Get on it. Now get the hell out of here. Use my bathroom to shower and dress." "Can I borrow a razor also?" He asked and then said, "why don't you come take a shower with me." "No we do not have time. You can find a new toothbrush in the cabinet, the second drawer down, left hand side. There is also an extra razor there." Joseph told him and added, "Now get the hell moving." "Ok maybe we can do the shower tonight then?" "I was planning on going back to base this afternoon. You have my cell phone number, call me later I might change my mind. If not we will get together sometime during the week." Joseph said as he put on his bathrobe. "I'm going downstairs to make some coffee. Would you care for some?" "No, as much as I would like to have breakfast with you, I have to get busy on that Fazzi project. I'll call you." Allie said as he slipped into the shower. Joseph went down to the kitchen put up some coffee and started cooking his breakfast. The ringing of his cell phone startled him. Glancing at the caller ID he saw it was Rich. "Hello, how are you? How are the tryouts coming along?" he asked as he poured coffee into his cup. "So far everything is going along very well. Better than expected. We have gotten some really nice reviews and comments on the play. I just wanted to call and apologize for my outburst yesterday. It was just nerves and as usual, I took it out on you." "No need to apologize I understand." He said just as Allie came into the room and he placed his finger to his lips to silence him before he had a chance to speak. "So do you think you might want me to come up there and give you some moral support after all Rich?" Saying Rich's name in order to let Allie know who was on the other end of the line. Allie nodded walked up behind Joseph and placed his arms around him, kissing his neck he then pulled away, and waved his hand to say goodbye. Joseph signaled him to wait. "Are you sure you don't need me? I could come up Saturday after work or will you be coming back to the city soon?" "I think we will be returning to the city in two weeks. Then we will do a few preliminary opening previews in New York then... Boom the opening. I think with all the stress and stuff that is going on-perhaps it is better that I stay in my New York apartment in order to be close to work." "I hope you don't mean that you don't want to see me until after the opening?" Joseph asked. "No! No not that! Richard said. "You can come to my place. I will just need my rest." "I understand." Joseph said. "I want you to be at your best and I don't want to cause you to loose any sleep. Just give me a call when you get back home. I love you." They said goodbye and he hung up. Joseph went over to Allie and took him in his arms and kissed him.... "I did not want you to leave without telling you that last night was special and wonderful and also to thank you 'Master'." Allie broke out in a big smile and kissed him again and said, "We can do it again anytime you are free. Some day I'm going to move in with you and then we will have all our nights together. But for now I better get out of here." "Yes, you better or we might start making love again right here on the kitchen table and Summaya would have a fit." He joked and as he groped and ran his hand over Allie's crotch he added, "As much as I love the taste of your sausage, she is still a wonderful cook and house keeper. If she quit, where would we get someone who could cook shish-ka-bob?" "OK, I'm leaving now." He said as he pushed away from Joseph and headed for the door. "But just remember that I'm a damn good cook also." Smiling and blowing a kiss he left. He drove back to the city humming and smiling all the way. As soon as he entered his apartment he picked up his phone and dialed his Emirate contact in Syria. Placing a voice scrambler on the phone, he told him that 'the soldier' was theirs. "What do you mean by that?" "I mean that I have done what needed to be done to insure that he will do anything I want him to do." "And how did you do that?" he asked, "You have not drugged him have you?" "No, the use of ordinary drugs would be too apparent. Besides a drugged man is of no use to us. No, I did not have to use drugs, not unless you consider sexual enslavement a drug. I have just continued what Fazzi started. Our old friend Fazzi was no fool. If he had lived, Yussef would have been completely under his power and would have become a first class soldier in our 'Jihad'." The Three Day Pass Ch. 36 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. The end of chapter #35 "I don't think I will have to go home. I can talk with my connections by phone. I will let you know if I have to go but unless there is some problem, I hope to see you midweek." Then he added in the sexist tone he could muster. "I hope you are as horny as I am thinking about it. I can't wait to hold you close again and feel the warmth of your lips on mine..." at that point his voice trailed off. "I am looking forward to resuming your schooling." "Yes teacher.. Chapter # 36 Joseph returned to base and to his teaching job. His students were all glad to see him back and his lectures were well attended. The second day back he received a call from Allie telling him that he had contacted some important people in Syria and that they were glad to hear that Joseph was going to keep up his interest in the Arab-American community. Allie told him that although at first he had a rather hard time trying to sell the idea of using the money for inter-faith relations, once Allie pointed out it was Fazzi's last wish, they weakened. And when he proved to them that it would only benefit their cause, they relented and agreed to help in anyway they could. In telling all this to Joseph he tried to inflate his sales abilities. Joseph knew this but let the Arab think he was the world's greatest salesman on earth. As Allie went on with his bragging about his ability to sell an unpopular idea to unreceptive ears, it became plain to Joseph that the Arab was becoming a victim of his own self-importance. This was common in the Arab culture and dangerous within the intelligence community. He would soon have to find a way to take the hot air out of Alli. And he would have to do it soon, before Allie thought Joseph could be made Allie's 'plaything'. The solder realize that he had to be the one in control, he had to be the boss. Anything else was signing his own death warrant and he had no intention of doing that. "Now you can set up that meeting with the Imam and if he tries to balk tell him to check it out with the embassy. They will be only too glad to explain it to him." Allie said. "And if he still needs a little prodding, I will be glad to have a little talk with him myself, however my love, I think this is going to work without the need for the 'Arab Mafia' to get involved." "I'm really glad to hear that. I like the man and do not want to see him humiliated. You were not there, but he was very nice to me when I collapsed that Friday in the Mosque when I found out about Ibrahim. I will setup an appointment with him for this Friday after Mosque. Maybe invite him to supper." Joseph said and then asked, "Will that be OK? I really want him to want to do this without that pressure." "Yes that will be fine, very Arabic. Showing hospitality and putting him at ease before the execution." He laughed, "but remember to be firm. Act as you know your father would. Do you want me to be there also?" "No not at the table. I want to see if I can handle this myself." The soldier said. "I should be finished with him by about 10 or 10.30 and you can come over after then, if you want." Smiling to himself Allie said. "Well I would like to come over, but that will be a little late for me... Do you think you could put me up for the night?" "I'm sure I can have the maid make up one of the spare rooms for you to stay over in." "A bedroom not too far from the Master Bedroom, I hope." Allie whispered into the phone. "You should have no fear of that, because whichever bedroom you sleep in will be the Master bedroom." Joseph replied and then smiling said good-bye. He next called the Imam who was startled by his call. In Arabic he inquired about his health and the state of his congregation. Are your people well? Is there anyone that is in need or is ill? I would like to help if I could." He asked. "That is very kind of you to ask. It reminds me of your late father and how every week before Friday he would call and ask the same questions." He said and added, "I miss those calls. Your father was a good man we all miss him very much. I am glad to see that some of him has rubbed off on you." "Your Eminence, I take that as an undeserved compliment, one I blushingly accept, but at the same time I call to ask a favor of you." He said laying it on a bit thickly. "Fazzi's untimely death has imposed a huge obligation on my shoulders. An obligation that as his son, I willingly accept and look forward to carrying out. However, in order to do so I am afraid that I must impose upon you. It is my wish that you join me for dinner this Friday evening here at my house. At that time I will be glad to disclose Fazzi's last wishes and his plans for the Paterson Arab community and the part, you and I will play in them." There he thought. I have been both forceful yet diplomatic. I think Allie would have approved. After a few moments of silence the Imam said, "I will be most honored to meet with you Friday evening. At what time?" "Let's see. I am teaching at the base until 5 pm and I will get home about six.... Unless you have an objection, I think seven would be fine. That would give us plenty of time to discuss our business as I have another appointment at eleven o'clock." "It appears that you have taken up the mantle of leadership that your father wore so well." Said the Imam. "I can see now why he wanted you for his son. I must say that there was a time, in the beginning, that I thought that your father was altogether wrong in adopting you. And at that time I fought with him over it. Now I'm not so sure I was right." Joseph laughing said, "No one more than I fought with him about the adoption. I did not see myself as worthy of being his son and heir. But as you know Fazzi saw things different than the rest of us and had his reasons for whatever he did. And once his mind was set--- there was little you could do to change it. "Yes I agree, but then the man was seldom wrong and one cannot argue with success. "It is my hope that you and I can work together on this project. I think it will be in the best interest of the community that we do. But I should warn you that one-way or the other - I intend to carry out my beloved father's last wishes." "That is spoken as a true son of Islam and one that honors his father." The Imam prudently said. "As long as I can find it within my power and it is not against the precepts of Islam - you will have my complete loyalty and cooperation." "Neither Fazzi nor I would ever ask you to violate your religious beliefs." "If I may be frank?" "Please be." Joseph told him. "Fazzi was a Muslim - you are not!" "I am my father's son. I would not do anything to dishonor him or his religion. Keep that in mind. I will look forward to seeing you Friday evening." Joseph said and cutting him short he hung up. He realized that he had been a bit too rough. Maybe he should call and try to smooth it out, but he decided not to try. Allie should know what was right and he was just following his suggestions. Joseph then called the house and told his cook, Summaya, that the Imam would be joining him for dinner Friday evening and to prepare something Syrian, but to keep it light. "I know his housekeeper." She said, "I will call her and ask her if there is some dish that he likes and I will prepare it for the both of you." "Excellent!" He said and then told her to clean and prepare Kassie's old room for Allie. "Will he be joining you for dinner?" "No he will be coming late after ten o'clock. By then the Imam should be back home. Mr. Balbak and I are working on a project for the "Fund" and I think he will be staying the weekend. I want you to take the weekend off and spend it with your family. Mr. Balbak and I can fend for ourselves. We will either cook, order-in or perhaps eat out." Joseph told her. "Are you sure? It would be no problem for me to prepare some refreshments to tide you over." "Thank you Summaya, perhaps some of those Lebanese lamb sandwiches, in case we work really late." He said, "but nothing really big or heavy, as we have a lot of work to do." Joseph also called Rich to find out about the play and how things were going. He was told that things were moving along. "I miss you Rich." Joseph told him. "It won't be much longer. How are things going with the job?" The soldier told him about Allie's and his plans for the fund and that things might begin to jell this weekend. Rich turned cold and said; "I guess I better stay in New York this weekend then." "Now Rich, you know it's the job. I'm play acting---just like you are. You don't see me getting all bothered about you and your play acting. Do you?" "I don't sleep with anyone but you." "We have had this out before and I'm not going to go over it again with you. I will see you soon. Just let me know when the play opens. I want to be there." "I'm sorry, I must be getting the last minute jitters. I'll call you after the tryouts. Things will get better by then." "It's my fault, Rich.. I really do love you." "I know Joseph. I know you have to do what you have to do. These people are dangerous and I just want you to be careful. I know that if there were some other way, you would do it. I just don't want you getting...." "I am using protection and I never bottom. Rich, I'm also testing. I think it will be over soon, then I promise no more of this shit." They stayed on the phone, not talking but afraid to hang up. Then Joseph heard Richard sigh and then hang up... Friday afternoon came and the school let out at four o'clock. Joseph jumped into his car and headed toward Paterson. About half way there he suddenly remembered that he had not checked in with Bill Barns for a few days. While he was no longer under Bill's control he thought it would be nice to pull over and give him a report anyway. After pulling to the side of the road he punched in Bill's number and after a few rings was glad to hear the F.B.I. agent's voice. "Well Joseph, how are you?" It's been only a few days that you are on your own. Are you in trouble already? Anything new?" "No troubles but there are a few things you might like to know." He said and then filled him in on all that had been going on. "Nice work! But remember that Allie is a dangerous Syrian agent and from our files he is a known killer. The latest we hear from our agents is, he has moved up in the organization. He has taken Fazzi's place in the organization and as such he is responsible for all acts of terror in the western world. We think that it was either him or Fazzi that set up those idiots who were going to kill your buddies at Ft. Dix. It could have even been your permitting them on base to address your class that may have given them the idea. Remember that both the Emirate and Allie are not fools! He might be even more dangerous than Fazzi ever was." Bill said. "I sort of figured that out for myself. Otherwise there would be no reason for him to try to get control of the fund. And believe me he is trying to do that. I will be careful. Do you have any idea why they are changing tactics and are now willing to work with interfaith groups?" "Maybe they figure that they can work their way into the fabric of American life and take over that way. They seem to have done that in England, France and a host of European countries. You know the old saying 'if you can't lick them - join them and then cut them up and devour them piece by piece!" "Somehow I do have faith in our nation. I think we will wake up in plenty of time and be able to stop them. Hey, I have got to get going as I am having dinner with the Imam. My regards to the guys in the office." "I will do that and I know they send you their best also." He arrived home with plenty of time to check on dinner and to get ready for the Imam. The Imam arrived at exactly seven and Joseph met him at the door and directed him into the library, where he had soft drinks and juices ready to serve him. "Thank you for the Soft drinks. I know that you usually have a pre-dinner drink and I have no objection to your use of alcohol." He said smiling. "I even know of your father's love of the forbidden fruits of our religion. While I did not approve, he did have so many other good things about him - that I had to forgive his little side trips into the dark corners of western society. You, not being one of us, are not under our obligations and are free to indulge. However I think that you have more respect for our customs than some of so called Muslim brothers." "I must admit that I love to have some wine or beer with dinner." Joseph said as the two of them sat down and started to discuss the Paterson community and their needs. Before long Joseph steered the discussion around to the Moslem feeling of xenophobia. The discussion continued even after it was announced that dinner was served and while the two of them sat at the table. Joseph brought up the time that the Moslem community had reached out to help Ibrahim. "Yes it was nice at the time and I think that we did feel a part of the rest of the country for the first time since I came to Paterson. It was a great feeling and many within the Mosque have told me that they were longing to do something like that again." The Imam admitted. The opening, Joseph at last had the opening and he now exploited it to the fullest. He explained Fazzi's "last request". "You have got to be joking! I cannot do anything like that. You still have a lot to learn about our ways. Joseph as much as I may like and respect you and loved your father you must remember that you are an infidel. And while I find it easy to sit and talk with you, to sit down and talk to infidel Ministers and Rabbis is not something an Imam can just do. If I were lucky all that would happen would be I would be hounded out of the Mosque." They discussed the idea over dinner and Joseph could not budge him. Once or twice he thought he had made an inroad or two but the Imam just stood his ground. A soft spot appeared when the Imam agreed to put in a good word for Joseph and to discus the idea with the board of directors of the Mosque. He also agreed to let Joseph bring representatives from the embassy to talk to the board. As coffee was being served Summaya informed him that Allie had arrived and was waiting in the library. "Ask him to wait until the Imam and I are through." "Yes I know this Mr. Balbak. Perhaps you can ask him to join us for coffee." The Imam said. "I wonder what thoughts he might have on this subject?" "Well if you insist." Joseph said and told the housekeeper to ask Allie to join them. After a few moments Allie appeared and joined them at the table. The Imam asked him what he thought of Fazzi's wild idea. "You do know who I am?" Allie asked almost taking over the discussion. "I can tell you that when Joseph and Fazzi first proposed this interfaith community business to us we, too, felt like you. However, after long consideration and deliberation we have not only decided to back the proposal but to use money from the "fund" to help support the effort. It is desired that you and the Paterson community take the lead in this effort. Can we assume that you will come on board?" "I am afraid that I cannot support this idea. I cannot see myself sitting down with the enemies of Islam and working together with them. My whole life has been spent in opposition to these tools of the devil. And to use the money that Fazzi had originally collected to fight these enemies in an effort to make nice to them now---- that is something that I will have nothing to do with." The Imam said as he got up to leave. "Sit your damn ass down!" Allie said, lowering his voice to a menacing whisper. So much so that it even terrified Joseph. "We are not asking for your opinion." He continued in a whisper. "You will do this or we will find someone to take your place. We will direct your actions and write your sermons. This week an assistant will be appointed to you and you will work with him. The Emirate will protect you. Do you understand?" He sat there. Whipped and resigned to the fact. "Yes, I understand." "Good you may go now." Allie said dismissing him with a wave of his hand and Allie then turned and smiled at Joseph, as if to say, see that's the way you handle riffraff. The Imam then got up and left. When Joseph heard the front door slam shut he turned to Allie and screamed, "How dare you? Who the fuck do you think you are? That man was a guest in MY house. My house, not yours! No one treats a guest of mine, let alone a clergyman, like that. I should throw you out." Joseph raged, as he slapped Allie in the face with such force that he was almost unseated. The slap did leave a red handprint on his cheek. "I thought I was doing what you wanted." "You take too much on yourself. You work for me!" Joseph shouted. "You are my employee. I hired you and I can fire you! You will do what I say, when I say it and in a manner that pleases me. And from now on this refers to everything. Do I make myself clear?" Rubbing his face he asked, "Everything?" "YES! Everything. And it includes, most of all, our sex life. I can no longer trust you to keep that part of our relationship separate. You are no longer the master. I am and I will be the master at least until I can trust you again." Joseph shouted. "Do you understand and agree to that? If not, get the hell out now!" Allie stood there, transfixed, as if in shock unable to speak for the moment.... "But he stammered, I thought that you and I were going to be lovers. I was going to be your teacher. You were going to be my slave." Joseph approached him and looked him squarely in the eyes and said, "No, as much as I may have wanted it last weekend and still wanted it until a few moments ago, I know that can never be now. I see now that if I permit it in the bedroom you will only try to extend it into our public life, just as you did tonight. And I cannot have that. I almost had him convinced without the use of force. Now that will never be. No you must realize that it is I that am Master here. Perhaps in time, when I get to know and trust you, and you get to trust me, we will be able to live as equals, together. I want this - I really want this." Joseph lied, thereby holding out the hope that this latest arrangement would be only temporary. Then taking Allie into his arms and pressing his lips against Allie's ear he whispered to him, "I want you, but for now it must be on my terms." "I don't know if I can be your slave. You know that I have never been penetrated by anyone. I have always been the one....." "Fazzi was not my slave we were true lovers. You said this yourself many times. We each gave his love to the other. If you wish I will teach you. From now on it shall be me who is the teacher." Joseph smiled. "I will be gentle and take it easy with you, my virgin flower." "Well I'm not really a virgin." Allie smiled. "But, will it be O.K. if I play the virgin?" "Come shall we go to bed now or will you want me wine and dine you first and then seduce you?" to be continued.... The Three Day Pass Ch. 37 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. The end of chapter #36 "Fazzi was not my slave we were true lovers. You said this yourself many times. We each gave his love to the other. If you wish I will teach you. From now on it shall be me who is the teacher." Joseph smiled. "I will be gentle and take it easy with you, my virgin flower." "Well I'm not really a virgin." Allie smiled. "But, will it be O.K. if I play the virgin?" "Come shall we go to bed now or will you want me to wine and dine you first and then seduce you?" * "Let's get to bed. It has been an eventful day." Allie said as Joseph took him by the arm and lead him up to the second floor. "How do we do this? I was always the seducer. I have never been seduced." "Your part is easy." Joseph said. "You just make like you're an innocent eighteen year old boy and I do all the ravishing of your body as I take your innocence and destroy your sexy ass." "I was never an Innocent eighteen year old." Allie smiled. "By the time I was that old, I had lost my virginity and screwed half the men and women in my village." "With a cock the size of yours I can see why. Well, try to pretend it anyway." Joseph said as he led the way to one of the doors on the landing and opened it. After allowing the Arab to enter the room, Joseph walked up behind him and placed his arms around him and hugged him. "You know this was the room where Fazzi's daughter slept. I don't think any man was ever permitted to enter here. I know that I was never allowed in here when she and Mary were living here. Fazzi, that old fox, kept a stern eye on her. He expected to see blood on those sheets on our wedding night. She was a beauty and a true virgin," he said running his hands over Allie's chest. "It was on that bed over there that I was to supposed to bust her cherry and give my father blond headed blue eyed children. Things didn't work out that way so I guess it is going to be you instead of her that I will bust open." He said as he removed Allie's tie and undid his shirt and let it slip off his shoulders as he let it fall to the floor. Still hugging him close he reached around the muscular body and with his fingers he undid the Arab's belt buckle and let it hang open as he undid the button and slowly unzipped his zipper. The pants too, soon joined his shirt and tie on the floor. Reaching around and hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband he lowered his under shorts over his big long cock and let them fall to join the rest of his clothes pilled around his feet. While Allie stepped out of the pile of clothes Joseph took the big cock in his hand and ran his nimble fingers over the shaft. "It's a pity to let this beauty just whither away. You know the old saying, if you don't use it -- you lose it. However my love, don't worry too much. I'm sure we will find a use for it later." Allie leaned back into Joseph's encompassing arms and said. "I sure hope so as it's beginning to hurt like hell right now and I don't want it to shrivel up." Spinning him around Joseph pushed him back against the bed forcing him to lie down on his back. As he stared up at Joseph, he could see the soldier performing an erotic strip tease, removing his own clothes, piece by piece, twilling them on a finger and let them fly through the air to join the others on the floor. When he was nude he made several sexy poses that made Allie's cock jump. His 'Dance of the Seven Veils' over, he spread Allie's legs and knelt between them. Removing his shoes and socks he gave the feet a tongue bath working his tongue up to his balls. Then holding the Arab's cock in one hand he lowered his mouth to the big hanging balls and kissed and sucked on them. Then alternating between the two hanging gonads and the big hard cock between them, he proceeded to lick, suck and nibble on the delicate meat. Lifting Allie's feet up onto the bed he started to lick Allie's juicy buttocks. His tongue soaked the balls and moved over to the rosebud. Up and down the erotic zone he kissed and licked. It was driving the Arab crazy. "Yussef." he moaned and shook his head from side to side as he spread his legs wider and wider. Joseph drilled his tongue into the rosebud and used his fingers to spread his ass hole apart. He blew cool air into the hole and watched as the hole opened and contracted. "That feels so good. Fuck me Please—do it fast before I grab you and ......" he said as he wrapped his legs around Joseph's head. "Not quite yet, darling." Joseph said as he ran his fingers over the strong legs and pulled them apart. Bending down he placed his cock head on the rosebud and rubbed it back and forth and around the black hole. "Now, beg me to fuck you! You have to plead for it. Today you were a very bad boy. A very, very bad boy and I should spank you. I should take my belt and whip your man pussy. You demeaned me in front of the Imam. You made me look like I was unable to handle that man." He said as he grabbed Allie's cock and his own and put them together and jerked them off. "You sand eating Bedouin son of a bitch, no one makes a fool out of me! Now, beg for it --- tell me how you want it. Do you want it on all fours like the animal you are or on your back like a woman?" "Why are you so belligerent?" Questioned Allie. "You are destroying every fantasy that I had about you." "You think you are the only one here that has those crazy dreams. I too have fantasies just like you. In mine, I am a soldier in the conquering army, you are the enemy and I have your ass in my power and I'm going to fuck you into submission." Joseph growled. "It's what you wanted to do to me, isn't it? Admit it! That's what you had planned for me. Well, turnabout is fair play." He said gritting his teeth and taking one bite after another out of Allie's ass. "Stop! What the hell is going on here?" Allie shouted as he tried to fight off Joseph. "I thought we were going to be lovers." "Lovers? Not lovers! You are about to become my slave! Allie boy! You will be my fucking Arab slave, a slave to your Christian master." Joseph said as he drove his tongue into the ass hole and then withdrew it over and over again until the Arab was moaning and pleading with him to stop. "Stop? We are just getting started. This is what you had in mind for me, wasn't it? You wanted me to sit on that rail busting cock of yours while you drilled it deep inside of me splitting me in half. Then you wanted me to ride it up and down till it came out of my throat. Admit it! Isn't that what you wanted? Didn't you picture yourself mounted on your desert charger riding before the cheering masses of your tribe holding up your new trophy, a Christian pig skewered on your Arab sword? Well it is not going to happen this time. No this time you are the one to get skewered." "OHHHHHHHHh yes my Christian slave master. I love it when you talk so forceful. You set me and my bowels afire." Allie moaned. "I never realized it but I've been so wrong all these years. I've really wanted to be mastered. All these years I was doing to others what I wanted done to me." "You and Fazzi...Both of you. Those were almost his exact words." Joseph reached into the night table drawer and took out the KY jelly and squeezed a bit on his finger. He placed it on the rosebud and pushed. Allie cringed as the finger entered his tight hole. In and out he wiggled it. Then he removed it and squirted more on the open hole and using two fingers and then three he worked the Jelly in. Then he placed the condom on himself and lifted Allies legs and rested them on his shoulders and maneuvered his cock head on the hole and shot his hips forward penetrating the man-pussy. Allie screamed as the soldier buried his cock deep into the ass. Then he removed it to the cock head and then forward again. In and out, over and over, his ass moving as a blur. He grabbed Alli's long cock and worked it at the same rhythm as he fucked him. Each time Joseph bottomed out, Allie yelled YESSSSSSSSSSSS. And on the up swing he would draw his cock over the button causing Allie to squeeeeze his asshole in orgasmic pleasure. Joseph could feel Allies asshole open as he pulled back and it made that plopping sound. He began to let his cock head just clear the hole and when he heard it plop he punched it back in. Over and over he did this. Then as he felt the Arab cock burst between their stomachs he threw his head back rammed forward with all his might and roared like a banshee as he came also. Allie lay on the bed his eyes closed, his mouth open as if he was going to scream. But the room and everything was silent. Then in a weak voice, Allie said, "Oh my god that was wonderful. I never thought it could be that good. I want more. Can we do it again?" "Ohh we are going to do it again. Yes we are." Joseph said as he rolled off of the Arab. "But first I want to shower and have you scrub my back. So you have no objection to being my permanent bottom?" "No. You know I never thought I would like it, but I do." Allie gushed. "You said that you and Fazzi were going to experiment and you were going to try to bottom for him." "Yes I did say that and who knows I might have done it. When you develop in a relationship like we were after a while you want to please each other in anyway you can." "Did I please you as much as Fazzi? Was I as good as him? Do you think that you and I could develop that type of???" "I don't want to spoil you, but you were much better, after all you are younger and in much better shape than he was." Joseph admitted. "Fazzi was good but then there was also a slight hang-up in his love making. I always detected a little bit of hesitation or unwillingness to commit his whole body, mind and soul to me. I felt there was always something he was hiding from me." "As far as I could tell the man was deeply in love with you. He told me this any number of times. The night before he died, told me again that he was so much in love with you that he was going to take you on his next trip home. He wanted you to meet his family and he wanted you to love his country. What do you think it could have been that he was hiding from you?" "I don't know but it had to do with this other life of his. I am sure he had one." Joseph said as he got up to get ready for his shower. "It was, at times, like he had another life back in Syria. A life that, once or twice, I thought he was going to let me in on but he never did." "Why would you think that?" Allie said guardedly. "It was a feeling, nothing definite, just a feeling. You see, his wife and daughter filled me in on his escapades in Lebanon. I knew all about the shit he pulled there but I got that from them. He would never talk about it to me or what he was doing here in the U.S." He sighed. "Like this trip back home to see his family. This whole family bit is strange." "How come?" "Well if he did have family and they were as poor as he said they were, you would think that they would have tried to get a hold of some of his inheritance. He called me and told me that he had had wanted to repair the riff. I think he even said that he had done or was about to do it. I can't be sure which, as the connection was not very good. Then to be killed by a relative, it just does not make any sense." "It makes perfect sense to an Arab. To westerners like you, it might not. That's because, while you know a lot of book learning about Arabs and Muslims, you are an outsider and you will never understand this." Allie laughed. "It is so typical of Arab families, that it is the norm. It comes from our Desert heritage. Families, clans and even friends are always fighting. We just don't have that history of 'love' that you have. To some of us love is a dirty word. We dream of taking our love on a desert steed and kidnapping them off to an oasis and there screwing the hell out of them." "You mean to tell me that because I was an outsider that Fazzi never was able to tell me about his life in Syria? Joseph asked. "His wife and daughter told me a lot of that past life and his military service. Are you telling me that you could have a secret life and not tell me about it? If it is, then this is not what I had hoped for. This is not the type of relationship I want for us. It is not the relationship I was hoping to have with Fazzi. It was not the love that we were building together. One in which we told each other everything." "You knew that Fazzi was a agent for the Syrian secret service. If you were a secret service agent you would not want Fazzi to know that would you?" "Now don't be silly -- I am an Agent -- Every military man is an agent of his government." "And what would you have done if Fazzi had told you it was he that had been one of the planners behind 9/11." "I would not have believed him." Joseph said. "But even if I did have proof, I still don't know if I could have turned him in." "You mean you would have placed him above your country?" "I really cannot say. And thank God that possibility never came up. You see we are taught from a young age that love is everything. It would have been a struggle to decide what to do. I don't know which I would choose, country or lover. I would have hoped that I knew him well enough to know that he would not have sanctioned the killing of innocent people like that. What would you do?" "You live in a dream world. Fazzi killed many innocent people and for your information, my love, so have I. We are Arab. We would always choose our nation and our people!" Allie said. "There were times that we told him that he should not have anything to do with you. It was too dangerous for him to fall in love with an American soldier, but he disregarded us and now I can see why." "And why would that be? Why are you so afraid of love and relationships? You never approved of Fazzi and I. Why?" "Because my lov you are like a worm. You bore deep into us. You have ways of getting us to say and do or even think things that are too dangerous. You had a way of turning him into a different person than the one we knew. And now, this latest idea of yours, the one where we are going to sit at a table with our enemies is the most dangerous of all." "It was not my idea. It came from Fazzi. You see that's what I mean. You call me "my lov" but you really don't love me or anyone else either. Love is trust and you don't trust me. Not only don't you trust me -- you don't trust anyone. Not even one of your own. Not even Fazzi. Even when you are given 80 to 90 percent of what you want, you are never satisfied. No, you insist on shooting yourself in the foot by demanding everything. And if you were given everything, you would only demand more and destroy what you have been given. There is this wholesale need to cut your own throats in order to get what you want. But, the only thing you do is bleed to death. You know the Arabic word for catastrophe 'Nakba' well my lov; the Arab people bring on every catastrophe that has ever befallen them. This irrational hatred of things not to your concept of living is doing you in. You do not trust even your friends. And that includes me." "I do too trust you Yussef. Someday I will prove it to you. Like I said you do have this ability to wrap us around you little finger and get us to do things we should not do." He said as he got off the bed and took Joseph into the bathroom where he turned on the water and adjusted it. "Is this warm enough for you lover?" 'Yes." Joseph said letting the water run down his head and over his body cleaning the 'stink of sex' off him. He felt the Arab take the washcloth and soap it up and rub his shoulders and underarms. He was soon enmeshed with Allie's cleaning him and he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the strong fingers on his skin. "I see you are enjoying this. It is nice that we can shower together. I don't like when we fight. I am sorry about what I did with the Imam. I will go see him and try to apologize." Allie said. "You see you did have this power over, not only Fazzi but now me, to get us to do what you want." "There is no need to do that now. What's done is done. Maybe you were right. Perhaps a little force was needed." Joseph said. "Once he is used to it -- he might begin to like it. Just like you bottoming fro me." Joseph taking him in his arms kissed him and while their bodies rubbed against each other, he ran his fingers up and down the Arab's back while he moved his mouth to his throat and nibbled the soft skin there. The water kept falling down upon them and cascading to the floor, cleaning and refreshing them. Joseph eased him back against the shower walls and moved his face and lips down to his nipples. There he sucked them into his mouth and teased them with his tongue. He could feel the Arabs big cock against his body. Hot and throbbing as he reached down and grabbed hold of it. He worked his hot lips down the wet body kissing and licking until he came in contact with the cock head. He felt Allie's fingers in his hair as they pulled his face and mouth onto his manhood. He rolled it over his tongue and then pushed it out of his mouth. His tongue flitted in and out on the cock head and then he ran the huge cock all over his face and neck. It was hard as a rock and leaking. He took it into his mouth again and sucked it deep as the head floated down his throat. His throat sang around the shaft. As Allie pumped it in and out, Joseph manipulated his testicles and grabbed onto his ass. Spreading the globes apart he inserted a finger and played with his prostate. Rubbing and sucking Alli again came. The water revived him somewhat but he was satisfied for the evening. "Let's go to bed." Joseph said. "I think we can both use a good nights sleep." "Yes Habibi. A good nights sleep. Yussef I love you......" To be continued... The Three Day Pass Ch. 38 This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. The end of chapter #37 "Let's go to bed." Joseph said. "I think we can both use a good nights sleep." "Yes Habibi. A good nights sleep. Yussef I love you......" Chapter # 38 The next morning Joseph awoke when the telephone started to ring. Seeing Allie beginning to stir, he put his finger to his lips to quiet him and reached over lifting the receiver he sleepily asked, "Hello, who is this?" "Hello is this Yussef Benson?" A voice asked in Arabic. "Yes, who is this?" He answered in the same language. "It is I, the Imam, I hope it is not too early to call?" "Oh no your Eminence, I was just waking up anyway. Is there anything I can do for you?" "I am sorry to have disturbed your sleep but the reason I'm calling is because I wanted to apologize for last night. There was no need for me to get all hot and angry. What I should have said was that I would think about the idea..." "Your Eminence, there is no need to apologize. In fact I was going to call you later today and ask your forgiveness for the way Mr. Balbak acted. He had no right to talk to you that way, not in my house. He did not talk in my name." Joseph said still hoping there might be a way to convince the Imam. "I had hoped to convince you on the pure merits of the proposal itself. I did not think it was necessary to use pressure. I still think that if you had a few days to think about the idea you would have willingly come around." "I must admit that I was angry when I left. I was so upset that I did not really consider what I said or did. But then I started giving it a lot of thought and this morning, after a restless nights sleep, I called and spoke with some of the officers of the Mosque." "I hope you and your officers have not come to any hasty conclusions, as I would like to have the opportunity to present my proposal and speak to them myself." Joseph said. "Will Mr. Balbak come with you if I arrange such a meeting?" Joseph realizing and knowing that the Imam would not have bothered to call him if he were not looking for an honorable way to appear to have a change of mind, smiled and answered, "No. I assure you he will not! Need I remind you that it was you who asked him to join us at the table last night, not I? I saw no need to pressure you then and neither do I see the need to do it to your officers. I will try to sell the idea on its merits at this time." "I am glad to hear that. I agree that there is no need to include him in our discussions at this time." "I most assuredly agree with you. However, just between you and me, the way in which Americans and Muslims think about each other must change. I think we can both agree it cannot continue the way it is going now. We both know the score and in the end if we want to control and direct that change, we must work together. We cannot leave this to 'outsiders'. The most important component here is that both parties want and know what's best for our people. It is our job to teach each other that mutual respect must come first. Without that there can never be any real understanding and brotherly love. It is the only way. All other ways will lead to the destruction of everyone." After a long pause that had Joseph wondering if maybe he had pushed it too far, the Imam said with tears in his voice. "Allah Akbar, I thank god that Fazzi never listened to me when he insisted that he wanted you to be his son and heir. I was wrong then and perhaps I was wrong last night. I realize now that youth is the wave of the future. However, you too must realize that I and the elders will fight you on this and everything "modern" that you bring into the community." "Why would you do that, your Eminence?" Joseph asked. "Because, as I told you last night, it is a complete departure from everything I and my people have been brought up to believe in. However, in the end do not be shocked to find me supporting you." "Now that sounds weird to me. Why waste energy fighting me if you know that what I propose is right?" "Yussef if this sounds weird to you, then you have not learned as much as you think you have about Arab culture. It is the Arab way of doing things, fight the changes and then accept them because most times the changes are right. My son and I hope you don't mind my calling you that, I will call you when I have set up that meeting. Goodbye for now." "Salam and Shokran my friend, my teacher and father!" Joseph smiled and then he hung up the phone. "I assume that was the Imam. What the fuck did that old bastard want?" "He wanted to apologize for last night and to tell me that he is going to arrange a meeting for me to explain Fazzi's idea." Joseph told Allie. "You see all that force you used was really unnecessary." Laughing Allie said, "You don't really think he would have called you if he were not scared shitless about what would happen to him if I were to ask the Emirate to get him to cooperate with you, do you?" "You know I keep hearing about this Emirate thing. No one has ever told me what it is. Although Fazzi did mention it a few times, he never would tell me who or what it is? He just alluded to some sort of hidden and vast powers it seems to have. It was one of those mysteries that he said he would uncover for me when he got back from Syria." Joseph then warily asked, "Is it some sort of illegal secret organization? Perhaps I should not even ask you this." "There is nothing illegal about it. I'm surprised that Fazzi never told you about it. If he were serious about converting you, sooner or later he would have had to tell you about it." "Oh he was serious about his desire to have me become a Muslim. I was just beginning to show a lot of interest, and he knew I was getting serious. He had promised to start my lessons in earnest when he returned from Syria." "Yes I remember him talking about how the two of you were going to become even closer when he returned. Since he will not be able to do this - I will try. Let's see how can I explain it? O.K let's start by saying that every religion has a group of people or an organization that sets its policies and provides guidelines for its members. In the early years after Muhammad's death a Caliphate was established. In one form or another this lasted until the early nineteen hundreds when the Ottoman Empire was split apart by the victorious European powers as a result of the First World War. This created a void in the Muslim world. The Emirate is an organization that came into being to fill that vacuum. Today the Emirate is to Muslims what the Vatican is to Catholics. Only the Emirate has much more power and means at its disposal to enforce its edicts. While it is not secret, it is the hidden force behind the Muslim religion. They can and do issue grave pronouncements and edicts. Some of these take a form known as Fatwa. These sometimes call for the elimination of people they consider to be a direct threat against the religion. In rare cases they will sanction and direct their enforcers to carry out death sentences. Many of the so-called fundamentalist Muslim groups will issue a Fatwa but they really do not have the moral authority to issue one. Unless the Emirate concurs, and today it seldom does, that Fatwa never is carried out." "Are you are a member of that group?" Asked Joseph. "Fazzi was a member and for a time was very high in the organization." At this point he lied not wanting to disclose his involvement yet. "As far as my involvement - I know people who know people. How do you think Fazzi and I were able to get your friend Ibrahim out of the hands of those terrorists? You remember at that time I told you it was nice to have influential friends like Fazzi. Do I have to draw pictures for you?" "No you don't have to draw pictures. I think I get the picture." Joseph said trying not to sound overly critical. "Every religion uses some form of coercion to keep its members in line. It has to do that or you will have utter chaos. You would have hundreds of people claiming to speak for the religion. You have to have some order." "Then you don't object to the Emirate?" "Islam is a state religion and the state has the right to enforce its laws for those wishing to belong to that religion. No I don't object to this per se. No more than I object to the Pope or a Synod or Board of Rabbis speaking for their religious followers." Joseph argued, trying to cover up his real revulsion. "I guess someone has to do it. Look Allie, the truth be told, until I knew Fazzi I never was interested in the inner workings of any religion. I never questioned my own religion or how it worked. I just followed what my adopted parents taught me. They were not that religious and we went to church once in a while and on a few special holidays. I did not even go to Sunday school for long. That cost money and they would not pay for it." "You poor kid. No wonder Fazzi felt the need to convert you." Allie said. "It is incumbent on a good Muslim to educate and convert infidels." "Hey! I'm not an infidel." Joseph protested. "I'm a Christian." "All non-Muslims are infidels and uneducated Christians are no exception. They are worthy of redemption but only through Islam." Allie said as he reached for Joseph. "And as long as Fazzi is gone it is my duty and obligation to save you from your decadent western ways and enlighten you about the ways of Arab love." With this he grabbed Joseph and pulled his nude body to him, kissing him hard on the mouth. "And the method of enlightenment you're planning to use is it to have this Christian inject you with his uncircumcised hypodermic needle and then you will feed him this enlightenment by reverse infusion?" Joseph jested. "Well that will have to do-until after your conversion. After that my darling ex-Christian will be riding this Arab's big stallion off into the sunset...." Allie said as he enfolded Joseph in his strong arms and kissed him. "Yes even though you will be the master, I hope you will permit me to spear you now and then." "Yes, that is for sure. I will not be able, as a good Muslim, to see how I could refuse you then. One cannot allow such a fine gift; one that Allah has given you, to go to waste. That would be a crime and a sin worthy of issuing a Fatwa against." Joseph moaned as his fingers circled the 10 inches of hard meat and moved back and forth slowly. "What's more I don't think I would want you to even think of sleeping with anyone but me ever again. So I had better start to study with the Imam." "Are you serious? You are thinking of becoming a Muslim." Allie shouted. "You are thinking of doing this for me?" "No you damn idiot. I am doing it for me!" Joseph said. "Do you think I would go through having my cock cut for you? If I did that I would be certifiable." "Do you know that I love you Yussef?" "No you don't. You just like the sex." Joseph said as he adjusted his body so that they were head to foot and he was able to kiss the tip of Allie's cock. Opening his mouth he went down on it slowly and drew back creating a suction of great force. Slowly up and down along the hard shaft his mouth moved advancing a little bit deeper each time. Driving Allie crazy with his cock worship. Allie moaning and beating his fists against the sheets finally pulled Joseph over on top of him and started to lick his balls and along the sensitive skin to his ass hole. The Arab's tongue darted in and out over the rosebud. Spreading apart Joseph's Ass he buried his mouth and face into the hot valley and his tongue delved into the treasure hole making Joseph hump Allie's mouth. Moving his mouth down to the soldier's cock he at first nibbled on the long foreskin then using his lips he pushed the shin back and in one hot forceful push, swallowed Joseph's meat. For several minutes they 69ed each other and feed on each other's sex until the pressure became too much and both exploded in each other's mouths. They lay there exhausted, but not wanting to get out of bed just yet. It was as if they had touched on the perimeter of a question and were afraid to enter the circle. Allie was deep in thought and Joseph felt that he was on the way to asking him something that had bothered him a long time. He waited a bit but finally asked him. "What's wrong Allie? Is something bothering you?" "Are you now the mind-reader? How did you know that I was worried about something?" "You don't think that I could care for someone and not know that something is bothering him?" Come on out with it." "O.K. You asked for it. I have been thinking, when you get out of the army ---- I want you to come with me to Syria." He blurted out. "I want you to see my land and my people. I want you to see with your own eyes how great it is to live as a Muslim in our land. I want you to get to really know my people and to have you make them your people. Once you see and learn to submit to Allah of your own free will, there will be a complete union between us. You could become the head of the American branch office of the Emirate." "What???? Are you nuts? That would be impossible. I could not do it. Are you smoking Hashish?" Joseph laughed. "They would be crazy to appoint me." "No they wouldn't. Look Your name has come up in several discussions that I have had with them and they are very impressed." Allie said. "They would not have permitted you to take over the fund if they had not had confidence in you. Fazzi was thinking of your being second in command under him. At the time, I could never understand why but as I get to know you better I can see why." "And what has convinced you all of a sudden?" Joseph asked. "Am I that much of a good lover?" "It really has nothing to do with your sexual ability, although it doesn't hurt it any. It has to do with your other passion - your passion for the good of our people. Unlike most of our leaders, you really care for them. If you were in Syria the "Fellahin" would follow you more than their Imams. And this would make you a very dangerous man. I was right about you, Yussef, when I said you were a dangerous mole." Allie gasped as he took Joseph in his arms. "You dig your way into my soul and if I don't watch it you will be converting me instead of the other way around. I keep telling myself that this is not right. You and I are not going to be able to make this work... but then I tell myself that it is right and it is Allah's will. Are you the one the Imams warn us about? Are you are the tool of Satan? I just don't care any more." "But my dear Allie, you should care. 'A little devil' that's what Fazzi used to call me," Joseph started to laugh, "his little devil, but he found a way to live with it and I hope so will you. As far as going with you back to Syria, I would love to go with you. I had begged my father to take me the last time, but he wanted to wait. So yes, the answer is yes. I will be happy to go with you, if and when the American government will issue me a passport and when you can set up the proper safeguards for such a visit. Now, my dear Allie we have to get up and get to work. I have to see about fund distributions and you have to start the ball rolling with that other Imam who is involved with inter-faith relations. I think you should go and tell him that we are going to join his crusade and help him. From what I hear, he will welcome us with open arms." "Do you mind if I do not use the word Crusade?" "How stupid of me.... I should have realized that term would be offensive. Well perhaps we can use the word 'Quest'. Yes I think that would be better." "Yes my love. Much better." "That is yet another reason to keep you near to me. You are my rudder through rough waters." "Later that day after Allie had left and while Joseph was working on Fund allocations, Richard called." "How is it going? When are you going to open?" Joseph asked. "Everything is moving along. We will have a pre-press show this coming Thursday evening and Friday is the big day. We open Friday night and I'm falling apart. Can you come into the city and just hold my hand?" "I'll hold more than that, babe. When do you want me?" "Can you make it Thursday afternoon and stay the weekend?" Rich begged him. "I'll arrange it and let you know for sure as soon as I can." Joseph said and then asked, "look if you are so uptight, why not come over here now. Or perhaps you want me to come into the city tonight?" "That's really nice and considerate of you, but I have too much to do and we would have no time together. I miss you very much but I'm afraid I would get all loused up if you were around." He said. "In some ways it would be wonderful but I fear it would throw off my timing. Forgive me - I don't know what I'm saying. I'll be okay. Just come in Thursday. I love you! See you then." Joseph put down the phone and thought about the call for a while. Then an idea came to him and he called a florist that Fazzi had used several times. After he established who he was, he ordered two-dozen roses to be sent every day until Thursday to Rich with a card wishing him good luck. Later, he called Allie and told him that the rest of the week was out as far as the two of them seeing each other. "It is too risky, Richard is opening next week and he is nervous as hell. He may call at anytime or he just might show up unannounced and that would be disastrous." Allie agreed and told Joseph that he would be out of town anyway for a few days to visit that Imam and he would report back when he had news. "Allie as long as I have you on the phone, there was a few questions I had about one of the organizations on the list you gave me. It appears to be a very legitimate organization and one that I personally would like to help. I was thinking of not only increasing our funding but also donating some of my personal funds as well. Can you give me some more information? It is some kind of Muslim boys camp." "Yes that would be the Muslim Scouts. It is similar to your Boy Scouts except that there are a lot of religious activities that our boys would not get at your American camps. It is a place Muslim parents can feel free to send our children in the summer months without the fear of Christian indoctrination." Allie said. "You don't realize how hard it is to find a camp that will allow prayer five times a day." "Yes I can understand that." Joseph said. However why not have a camp for girls as well?" "There, my love, you have me. Why not ask that question of your new friend, the Imam? Perhaps it is one of the modern ideas you can bring up at that meeting you will soon have? If you are serious about increasing the money - I am sure I can arrange for you and I to spend a day at the camp. Perhaps we might even sleep over one night." Allie suggested hopefully. "That way you can see where and how your money is being used. Besides it will provide an opportunity for the two of us to spend some quality time together; living in a tent just like my ancestors did. At least we will not have to be bothered by a midnight visit from Rich." "Now don't turn jealous on me! You know that I have to keep him happy or his father will do God knows what to our fund. And then where will our fund be?" "Sorry lover but this three way love affair is beginning to get me edgy. I want to have you to myself without the fear of Mr. Broadway busting in on us some night. Yussef, think of it, the two of us sleeping outside in one sleeping bag on the soft forest floor. We can pretend it is our oasis. Perhaps we could even go skinny dipping at night when the kids are asleep." The Three Day Pass Ch. 39 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. End of chapter 38 "You tell him that I will be in New York for a United Nations meeting in two weeks. If he is still serious about this, I will grant him a special audience and private meeting. I will meet secretly with him then and I will impress upon him that as a non-converted ally; he is worth much more than a hundred converts. I will convince him that he should not, cannot and will not have to do this. See to it that he does nothing till then. I am issuing an order to you to see that my will is enforced. Do you understand?" "Yes your Eminence." * Joseph shouted above the din of revelers at Reinzi's Cafe. "Wonderful! A new light on the big street." "Worth is worth his weight in gold and tonight he is the toast of Broadway." "A new high in the art of theater. This play should run for years." It was early Saturday morning at Reinzi's Cafe and along with friends, investors and the cast of Rich's new play, they had gathered for the time honored custom to party and wait for the reviews that would spell either success or failure for Rick's Broadway opening. And now the reviews were in and the play was pronounced a big hit. With these favorable reviews the party had turned into a real celebration. "And now a word from the 'the star' of our party, Mr. Rich Worth." Rich got up and looked around the room and said, "I guess most of you are asking yourselves why I chose this place to await the reviews instead of some fancy mid-town watering hole. I thought that just in case things did not pan out -- I did not want to go to my father and ask for the money to pay for a grander place.... But, all kidding aside, some of you close to me will know the real reason. As for the rest of you, I will now let you in on the big secret. Some of my best years of struggling were spent waiting on tables here. In fact, you could say that it all started here and you would not be far from the truth. The tips that I made here enabled me to attend acting school. And to tell the truth -- if this play had flopped, tomorrow would have found me right back here begging my old boss, Alfonzo, for my job back." "And I would have been glad to have you back here." Called out Reinzi, the cafe owner, "You were the best waiter I ever had." This brought down the house in laughter and applause. Smiling Richard continued, "I just want to thank my producers, the director, the author and our wonderful cast for all your help. Many times I've heard people say that they owe everything to a few people and in my case this is also true. Whatever success I may have I owe to everyone in this room. You were and are part and parcel of tonight's celebration. Eat, drink and have a great time. I did not want to forget any of you but, and this is a big but, most of my success is due to the love and friendship of three people. They are my mother, my father and a very special friend, Sgt. Joseph Benson of the U.S. Army, who will soon be broken to private. Broken to private citizen, that is! They had faith in me even when I thought that nothing would work out. I love all of you." The partying went on and on until dawn. It was past seven A.M. when Rich and Joseph got to bed. Sometime late afternoon on Saturday, Joseph's cell phone went off waking him up. Reaching for his phone Joseph noted that the call was coming from Bill Barns. "Good morning Bill. How are you?" "Morning?" questioned the F.B.I. agent. "Its way past afternoon! I guess you and Rich were up late celebrating last night. I thought you would like to know that that new President let it be known that he would like to meet you. Do you think you can make it next week?" "I was wondering when he would want to meet me. Is he going to fire me?" Joseph said. "If he wants this fucking job he can have it." "Fire you!", Bill said. "I really doubt that. I know that when the past president told him about you he asked the F.B.I. to send him your entire file. After reading it over three times, he told the Director that you were to continue your work and that he wants to meet with you ASAP. He said that he wants to meet with you and convince himself that you are not some loose cannon. He is scheduled to address the UN next week. If I could arrange it, would you be able to make it?" "As a matter of fact, Allie tells me that I will be meeting with his Eminence, the Emir, sometime that week, also at the U.N. If the President wants to meet with me I would be honored. It would have to be done in secret. Perhaps I may have something new to tell him. In case he doesn't like what I have to say he can fire me then and there." "Don't act or even talk that way -- the man is new on the job and just wants to make sure we are all playing on the same team. I've met with him and while I did not think he would fill "G.W.'s shoes, I found him to be capable and knowledgeable and willing to learn. He is a great guy and you two are really alike in many respects. You should hit it off. He just wants to get to know you. I don't think he believes what we have told him about your work and all you have done. He sounds like a hands-on guy and wants to see things with his own eyes. Don't make any snap judgments. He has been filled in on everything, and I do mean everything. He knows about you and Fazzi and also about you and our latest star. Unlike the last guy, this one did not blink an eye when he was told you were 'Gay'. Oh by the way, our new star, be sure to give him my congratulations. My wife and I were there last night. We enjoyed the play and he was great." "I'll tell him you said that. I'm sure he would like to hear that. Meantime you make the arrangements and I will be there. If you don't have anything else, I will have to be on my way now. Good bye." Joseph said and hung up. "The President wants to see me next week." "I take it you are going." Rich said. "Look, You know how I hated the last guy. I like this man. I voted for him. I know you didn't, but maybe this time you were wrong. And maybe he will be able to end this shit." "It's not up to him or any American President to end it, but I will go and see him and see what he wants." Joseph said. "By the way Bill, saw the play last night and says he loved it. He wanted me to tell you that. He also said the President knows about us and he has no problem with it." "Well that's nice. As if I care what he thinks, or anyone else for that matter. The only thing that matters to me is what you think. Do you think it will ever end?" "Richard, it will never end, not in our life times. Look, I'm going to have to get back to Paterson. You want to come along?" "You know I have to stay here in the city for now at least until the play is established. Then I'm going to take some time off and we can take a trip to Canada in say about 3 months." "Tell you what ---- lets make it a wedding trip!" Joseph said "I should be out of the Army by then and......" "You're not joking are you???" "No I'm not!" "Was that a proposal of marriage I just heard?" "It sure sounded like one to me!" Joseph stated. "Are you accepting?" Richard ran into his arms and kissed him and asked, "Where is the ring?" "Say yes and we will buy rings A.S.A.P." "YES! But lets wait until you are discharged and free from the Army. I don't want anything to spoil this." "You got it babe." Joseph said. "Now I have to go. I'll call you from Paterson." "Do that and don't forget to dream about us tonight!" Joseph kissed him and said he always did. He then dressed, had a cup of coffee, gave Rich a goodbye kiss and got into the BMW. He drove uptown over the GW Bridge and toward Paterson. Once in New Jersey, he pulled over and called his housekeeper and told her to have a light supper ready for him. "Are you sure that you would not like a full dinner?" Summaya asked, "It would be no trouble for me to make it." "No, just a sandwich will be fine. Mr. Balbak and I will be going out later this evening for Dinner." "Are you sure you would not like to have me cook for the two of you?" "No that will not be necessary as we will be dining in the country. We have business to talk over and we might spend the night at a Boys' Camp." "By the way you have had some telephone calls from some women who have asked to see you." "Women?" That's rather unusual he thought. " Who are they? Did they say what it was about?" "All I know is that they are women from the community. They would not tell me what they wanted, but they did say that it was most important that they talk to you, in private and confidentially. They sounded very upset and they also stressed the fact that the meeting was to be as soon as you could meet with them and that it should be strictly private. They sounded frantic. I think you should see them. I don't usually try to tell you what you should do but..." "Say no more. I will be home in about twenty minutes. If you can have them in the library I will see them then. Have some sandwiches, coffee and cakes set out and I will take my snack with them while we talk." "I will arrange everything right now and thank you. They did sound like they were at wits' end. They would not even give me a hint as to the problem." "They are most likely looking for some financial help. The Imam knows that I like to give alms to the poor and he must have sent them to me." he said. "In any event I will be glad to see them." About twenty minutes later the Sergeant pulled his car into his driveway and he walked into the house. In the hallway he spotted the housekeeper pushing a serving cart into the library. "Here let me help you with that." Joseph called out. "No need. I have everything under control. You freshen up. The ladies will be here soon." She said, "If you need me to translate, I will be in the kitchen. Are you sure Mr. Balbak will not be wanting anything before you leave?" "Yes quite sure, but if he does he can dip into that tray. From the look of that cart you just wheeled in, I would say that there was enough food on it to feed half of Arab Paterson." Joseph jested and then he went into the hall bathroom to wash up. Finishing up, he headed into the library and poured a cup of coffee then sat down to munch on some of the treats the cook had made. About ten minutes later there was a light rap on the door. "Yes, come in please." Joseph said wiping his hands and face on a napkin and getting to his feet. Three women in traditional Muslim dress with face coverings entered the room with Summaya leading the way. She introduced the trio and then said that they spoke English and Joseph was right, she would not be needed as a translator, but she would be on hand if needed. "Thank you Summaya, I don't know what I would do without you." He said as he directed the three ladies to soft chairs around the coffee table. "Now if you ladies will please join me in a little refreshment, we can get on with our business." After Summaya had left the room and Joseph had served his guests coffee, he asked them, "Now tell me how can I help you?" They were nervous and ill at ease. Joseph asked them again, but this time he switched to very formal Arabic. "Perhaps it will be easier if we spoke Arabic? I would like to help you, but you must inform me as to the nature of the problem." One of the women smiled and said, "We had heard that you speak Arabic, but we did not know how well. However that is not the problem. Our problem is fear! We are afraid to speak." "You need have no fear of anything. What you and I discuss in this room will remain between us. I promise that on whatever is holy to you and I will take an oath on my Bible as well. Now open your heart to me so that I may try to help you." After a few seconds, one of women said. "It is this way. We have heard that the fund is going to fund a certain boys' camp. Is that true?" "As a matter of fact, it is true and not only that but I am thinking of funding a girls' camp as well. It will be good for our children to get out of the city during the summer months. Do you not think so?" he asked. "To swim and hike and learn crafts and sports." "Yes, to do those things and only those things would be desirable, but there is something else that we have problems with." She said and then stopped talking suddenly afraid to continue, and then in a cautious tone asked, "Is it not enough that we just ask you not to fund the camp?" "I am afraid not. If I am to withhold funds, I must have a good reason to do that. While I am not required to make that reason publicly known, at least in my own mind I must be assured that our money is used only for legal-legitimate Muslim purposes. Our fund is0 watched and investigated by the American Government. I myself am going to the camp later this evening and will investigate the camp. If you know of something that I should look out for, please let me know now. Again I tell you that I will not reveal your names to anyone. My decisions will be made on what I feel and see. Is that understood?" "We hope that will be the case and what we are about to tell you is not something for which we have any definite proof, but we have what you Americans call 'a women's intuition'. And while in your culture, this is often praised and respected, in ours such feelings are of no value and can be very dangerous." "I understand what you are saying and, while I do honor and respect a lot of things in that culture, that is not one of them and I will do what I can to rectify that aspect of Arab culture. Now tell me what you want to tell me so that I will know what I am looking for when I visit the camp." "Some of us who have sent our children to this camp have found strange things going on when they have come home." She started by telling in a whisper. "Our children have become politicized and fundamentalist, even more so than some of our men folk. They have joined radical youth groups. But even more frightening is the fact that they are leaving our homes and traveling overseas. I hate to say this but we think they are being recruited for... I don't even want to mention who or what." "My God, now I understand your concern. Have you told the Government of your suspicions?" Joseph asked. "I am sure that one or two of the mothers wanted to do that. However no one will take them seriously. If it is true, you know what can and will happen to any of us that is known to have informed." She said drawing a finger over her throat and moving it from ear to ear. "Enough said! I want you to know that I will look into this. One way or another your coming here today has never happened. I promise that you will never be involved, nor will word of anything you told me be related back to the community, Thank you for coming and you may call me at any time if you feel the need to do that. Here is my private cell phone number. You may call on me at any time if you need me. I suggest you learn it by heart and destroy the evidence." After they left, Joseph got ready for his trip with Allie. While packing he thought over what the women had told him and decided that it could not be true. Not right out in the open. No, not true at all -- but he would look into it anyway. Later, on the way out to the camp, he asked Allie to fill him in on the camp's objectives and plans for the future. "The camp teaches the boys how to live as their ancestors lived in the desert. It is extremely rough with few amenities. The state requires showers, toilets and kitchen services. However the campers live in tents. These tents are on platforms so that rain will not flood out the bedding. Except in the administrative compound and kitchen and bath areas, there is no electric power." said Allie. "They sometimes go out on overnight hikes and have to learn to live off the land." "Sounds like Survival Training School in the Army. I should feel right at home." Joseph said. "I think it is good for young boys to learn these skills. I hope that religion is also taught there." "You can be sure of that. There are classes and prayers. You will see it is just like a scout camp. Many of the graduates continue their education by forming alumni groups which meet every week when they get home." Several hours later they arrived at the camp and were shown into the camp administrator's 'cabin'. It was a large log cabin with a canvas roof. "Welcome to our camp." he gushed in Arabic. "We are most glad to have you here and hope that you find our enterprise worthy of the fund's support. You have picked a wonderful weekend to visit us. We are having Color War. This is like most of American camps have except that we have added a paint gun game to the usual athletics activities. Being in the American Army maybe you might like to participate." "I'm afraid not." Joseph said. "Mr. Balbak and I have both served our time in the military and, speaking for myself, I have had my fill of it. We shall be happy to observe and perhaps give out rewards to the winners. Both of us feel that physical fitness and religious education go hand in hand. We also want to see that camps such as these should be available to all the Muslim children in our cities. And that includes the girls also -- but in separate camps." "It is too bad that you and Allie will not be in our games. We were hoping to test our kids against both your military knowledge." he laughed. "Perhaps next time." Allie said. "We are here to examine and enjoy your camp. We want to see what you have to offer. The fund is only one aspect of the visit. Perhaps I did not make it clear that Mr. Benson, himself is thinking of investing his own money and as you know he has many rich friends who he could bring in with him." "Yes, I was thinking of making the camp free to all deserving Muslim youth. Or if this were not possible, perhaps to set up scholarships for the most needy." "That would be most generous of you! Tell me, Mr. Benson, as an outsider, what are your reasons for doing such a thing?" "Outsider!" Allie laughed. "Do you not know who this is? Did the camp organization not tell you who was coming to visit? This is Joseph Benson Muhammad, the son of the late sheik, Fazzi Muhammad and the man who is now in charge of a one half billion dollar charity fund, set up by his father and the Paterson Arab community." "I'm sorry but I was just told that a possible donator was coming up and to treat him like a V.I.P." the director said. "It has been a long day and you look tired. Perhaps you would like to rest in your quarters and we can get a fresh start in the morning? We have a nice place for our visitors to stay with a nice full bed and cot. There is a refrigerator with food and drinks. We will wake you at 7 am for breakfast and first prayers." They were shown their quarters and after the director left Allie asked, "Who gets the bed?" "I really don't care. After last night I could sleep on the floor. I'll take the cot. I'm used to it anyway and I'll be dead to the world as soon as I hit the pillow." "Are you joking? We both get the bed. It must be this mountain air. I'm bushed also, but from what I hear it gets real cold at night up here and we might be better off sharing the big bed." Allie said, as he and Joseph got ready for bed. The Three Day Pass Ch. 40 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. End of chapter 39 "Yes." said Allie in Arabic, "It must have been me and someday soon we will make that dream reality." As he ran his fingers up and down Joseph's arms he visualized his cock sinking into Joseph's body making him beg for more and more.... To be continued.... Chapter 40 The sunlight came pouring into the room waking up Joseph. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes and looking around, he could not see Allie. The murmur of many voices floated to him from outside his window. Getting up he investigated and found the entire camp, as well as Allie, at morning prayers. Joseph watched as Allie spread out his prayer rug and performed his morning ritual. He was impressed, as he always was, by the feeling of peaceful devotion and harmony that he always felt when he attended Mosque. He could not understand how so much violence could come from that. Yet he knew that evil people could and did use any religion to justify whatever they wanted. He quickly washed and dressed and joined the campers for breakfast. When breakfast was over, he and Allie watched the camp color war and were surprised and delighted by the vigor and intensity displayed by not only the staff but by the campers as well. While there were foot races, swimming and diving competitions, the contests that seemed to arouse the most interest among the campers were the Martial Arts. The hand-to-hand combat was realistic and as close to the real thing as any Joseph had known. The kids showed more spirit and enthusiasm than any basic trainees he had ever seen. Several times the referees had to step in and stop the bouts. "We try to teach our boys the Martial Arts because they teach discipline as well as how to defend yourself. The kids sometimes go overboard. But, lets face it - most of them come from dangerous parts of the city and need some form of personal protection in order to survive." The camp director said. "One never knows when one will need to protect himself." "True." said Joseph. "I remember one night about two years ago on a back street in New York City when I had to use my training to defend against a mugger. If I had not had that training I would not be standing here today." After lunch Allie and Joseph watched and acted as referees in the event of the day, a "Paint Gun" game. This was not your usual 'Cowboy and Indian' game, but rather a well-planned military firefight. There were platoons and leaders and trackers. The exercise ended when one of the teams captured the other's command post. The losers were all lined up and made to strip off their clothing and kneel down in subjugation. The victors then marched the vanquished off to the dock to be executed. The execution consisted of the losers being forced to jump into the lake while the winners shouted "Into the sea with you". After the losers were all soaked, the winners lined up and Joseph and Allie then presented the winning team members with medals and ribbons. It was a fun day and everyone was exhausted. While they were at dinner, Allie received a call and appeared to be arguing with the caller. When he hung up, he whispered to Joseph that they had to leave right away. When Joseph asked why, the Arab just said he would fill him in later on the way home. Allie made their apologies and they packed their stuff and got into the car and left. Once in the car, Allie turned to Joseph and said, "I'm sorry, but that was a call from the office of His Eminence, the Emir. His plans have changed and he will fly into N.Y.C. tomorrow morning. He has requested a meeting with you in Paterson at your house tomorrow night." "My God, I wonder what's happened to change his plans. I don't think we can get ready to receive him by then." "There is nothing special we need to do. As for his change of plans, I should have expected it. He usually does things like this. It is a matter of security with him. He likes to change plans at the last minute. Keeps his enemies off guard. If you remember, Arafat also changed plans at the last moment as well as making it a habit of sleeping in a different place every night to avoid being assassinated." "Well, I think it is wonderful to have the meeting at my home. Just think of how Fazzi would have felt having the Emir as his guest. Is there anything I have to do to get ready for him?" "There is nothing for you to do. I will take care of everything. That is why you pay me." Allie said. "Oh! Yes, there is one thing more. I know it is silly, but do you happen to have a gun at the house?" Joseph laughed, "As a matter of fact I do. It is locked in the safe in my bedroom. I purchased it to protect Fazzi and myself when we were traveling together. Before that he used that big chauffer of his for a bodyguard. While Fazzi tolerated him, I hated him and never trusted him to protect us." "Well, you better let me have it. I will see that it is returned to you when he leaves. The only armed personnel allowed around him will be his security people. You and the house will be searched before the Emir is allowed into the house. And Joseph one thing more - please do not argue with him. He hates to be argued with. Treat him with respect just like a King. He is coming to meet you for the first time and he wants to ascertain if you are Fazzi's true son. While you may have the legal papers to prove Fazzi adopted you, in the eyes of our people, his Excellency is the only legal approval that really counts. If he deems you such, it will really open every doorway for us. It will make both of us very powerful men and I think we will both like that very much." "Powerful?? I don't want to be powerful." "You will have no choice. His word is law. No more questions now. After he leaves, and if he approves of you, I will be glad to tell you everything and anything you want to know. Look, I think it will be best if you drop me at my apartment. I have some things to arrange for tomorrow evening. If you will wait while I go up I will bring you an overnight bag with appropriate clothing for me to wear. If you take it home with you now, it will save me having to lug it tomorrow night." "What about me?" Joseph asked. "Will I need anything special?" "Just a business suit will do for you." When they reached Allie's apartment Allie said, "There is no need for you to come up. Wait for me in the car." "Hey, do I have a few minutes to stretch my legs while you are up there?" Joseph asked. "Sure it will take me about ten to twenty minutes. You can even come up if you want to wait up there." "No thanks. I just want to stretch my legs a bit." Joseph said, getting out of the car and stretching himself. After Allie entered his apartment building, Joseph walked up the block, rounded the corner and pulled out his cell phone. He quickly punched in Barns' telephone number and when he got on the phone he quickly gave him a report on what was going on. "Keep us informed if you can. We will have your back covered -just in case. This sounds like it might be important. Speaking of important, I have arranged a meeting with "Our Friend" on Tuesday. How does that sound?" "Great. I'll be there. You make the arrangements." he said and rang off. He then called Summaya and told her to prepare the guest room for tomorrow night. Then he headed back to the car. A few minutes later, Allie exited his apartment and found Joseph waiting for him at the car. "I hope I wasn't too long." he said and threw his overnight bag in the back seat. "No, I did have time to call and tell the housekeeper to prepare the guest room for tomorrow night and then take the evening off. Do you think I should also have her prepare some food as well?" Allie laughed, "You do not have to do that. I will order some food delivered to the house for His Eminence and us. But the one thing she can do for me is to iron what I have in the bag and hang it in the closet for me. I've had this packed away for so long that it has become wrinkled. It is a special robe that his adherents wears when they have an audience with the Emir." "Well in that case I will have her do that and then she can take the evening off unless you think we need her to serve the food." "No, we will not need her and I don't want outsiders in the house when our guest is there. In fact, it might even be better if you give her Monday off also. That way you and I can sleep late without worry of her finding us in bed together." Allie snickered. "Look, I don't know what the Emir wants to say to you and the fewer people around the better. I have a few things to do tonight. You go home and get a good night's sleep. Maybe you will have a repeat of last night's dream. Perhaps you will discover it was really my manhood that you were riding and we will make it come true after His Eminence leaves." "This really has me worried." Joseph said, "What if he doesn't like me?" "Don't be foolish. How can he not like you? I think that this is going to really work out very well." Allie said as he hugged Joseph and kissed both his cheeks then went back into the apartment building. Joseph drove home. Late Sunday afternoon, Allie arrived and started to prepare for the visit. He checked that Joseph was dressed nicely and then dressed himself in the beautifully embroidered Arab caftan that the housekeeper had ironed for him. The soldier took his gun out of the safe and gave it to Allie. About 5:30 P.M. the Emir's security team, consisting of two men, arrived and did a search of the estate and Joseph. Allie turned over Joseph's gun and the security guard signaled the Emir that all was secure. While one of the security men stayed with Joseph, Allie and the other man left the room to escort the Emir from his car. They soon returned with the Emir. Joseph was surprised when the door to the library opened and a little man, maybe 5 feet 9 inches, entered the room. Allie started to introduce Joseph when the Emir smiled at Allie, then raised his hand and pointed at Joseph. "All of you except Yussef leave the room - now! What I have to say is for his ears only." he said and when Allie hesitated he said "You too, Allie" and patting him on the shoulder, he added, "You did well my son, and I will talk to you later." After everyone had left he turned to Joseph and said, "I wanted them out of here because I needed the time to get to know you. May we sit down together?" "Yes, Your Eminence. Where would you care to sit?" "Let us both sit on the sofa. It looks comfortable and conducive to conversation." They moved to the sofa and the two of them sat down close to each other. For a few minutes the Emir just sat there looking into Joseph's blue eyes... At first it was very unnerving, but the soldier knew he was being tested so he just stared back at the man. After a while they both smiled and in very formal Arabic, the Emir announced, "Fazzi was right and I was wrong," he admitted and then wagged his finger playfully at Joseph. "But you are never to tell anyone I said that. As Emir, I cannot admit to being in error. You are truly Fazzi's son, as much as if you were born of his seed. I can see that now. But at the time, not having met you, I could not put my seal on your adoption." He leaned his small frame back into the soft cushions and sighed, "I remember that last night before he died, your father was telling me of all the plans he had for you. He wanted you to convert and be one of us in spirit as well as body. At that time I would not hear it much less permit it. We had harsh words over it and you might say that we even fought over it. He was angry with me, and even went so far as to say that my judgment was in error. No one ever questioned my judgments before or since." "I know that Fazzi wanted me to convert, but he never insisted I had to do it." Joseph said. "It was not you or Fazzi that was in error. It was I that made the mistake - I should have told him that I would surrender to the concept of Islam and accept the path of jihad to find the way." "But my son, you already have. That is what I can see in your eyes and your heart. You do not have to go through any formal ritual. You are Muslim." He said. "As a matter of fact, to tell the truth, I would prefer that you did not take the last step just yet.. You are of much more use to us as you are. I would rather you stay Christian to the outside world. In fact I insist on it. It will serve our cause more that way. There is more that we can accomplish with you as a practicing Christian. That is my wish. As His chief teacher on earth, I could command it, but I would rather you accept my suggestion and accept Allah in your heart." "Whatever your Eminence wishes is what I will do." Joseph said and then added, "I only wish Fazzi were alive to see the two of us here and now. My surrender to Allah would have pleased him so much." "Yes, it would have. But one thing troubles me. How come no fight, no argument? The one thing that Fazzi loved about you, was your love of freedom and your willingness to question? I must admit that I looked forward to it. You must remember that surrender does not mean defeat. Between us, you and I, there can be a feeling of complete freedom. I have too many people around me that think I am Al Mahdi (the messiah). I need someone to remind me that I am not. With the help of Allah, that someone could be you." "There are still some things I question and will continue to question, but I'm sure I will find the peace I want and need. Fazzi would have loved to see this." "My son, I am sure he is watching us right now and that there are tears in his eyes and he is saying that now, at last, he can enjoy his place in paradise. However, here on earth, you must never be afraid to question me, but do it with discretion and when we are alone. I will be as honest as I can be with you and I demand that you be the same with me. I am still fool enough to wish to be viewed as infallible by others. In private you have my permission to fight for what you believe in. If both of us will agree to this, we can then ask the others to join us. Joseph, offering his hand in agreement said, "Then the matter is settled." Taking Joseph's hand in his the Emir agreed then he got up and walked to the door and opened it and announced, "Come in gentlemen. I want you to meet our new and very special family member. I want you all to know that I have decided to grant his father's dying wish and place my unqualified blessing on both him and Fazzi's adoption of him as his son. There will be no more questions as to his legitimacy. Further more as Fazzi was my devoted commander, his son, Yussef ibn Fazzi, now takes his place in my heart and in the hearts of our people. You, Yussef, will be like my son. Since Fazzi is no longer here to do it ---it now becomes my duty as well as my pleasure to find for you a suitable Muslim girl for you to take to your bed as a wife. I was thinking, perhaps one of my granddaughters or someone of that station? Yes, one of my Granddaughters. I have one in mind. Perhaps she is a little too young for you now, but in a few years she will be ripe and fit for you. If she finds favor in your eyes you could be a true son to me. We will have to work on it." He said with a twinkle in his eye. "Now let's celebrate this happy evening by eating together as a family." "Your Eminence, I would be pleased to accept the hand of such a lovely young woman. You honor me too much. Since the hour is late, would you do me the great honor of accepting my invitation to stay over night here in my house?" Joseph asked. Allie turned white. "I'm sure that his Eminence has made other arrangements and security is difficult to adjust to these sudden changes." he said. The Emir, laughing, snapped his fingers at his security officer and in a quiet voice said, "Make it so. It is my wish to spend the night here in the home of my dear friend, the son of Fazzi Muhammad. Now let us eat - I am famished." As they were walking into the dinning room Joseph held back and whispered to Allie, "Allie, please make sure that his Eminence is made comfortable in the room adjoining mine. His staff will take over Kassie's old room." Hearing this, Allie pulled him aside and asked, "And what about me? Where am I going to sleep? You are not thinking that you and I could share a room with the Emir in the adjoining room, are you?" "Well if you are so ashamed and afraid of His Eminence finding out that we sleep together, you can go home, or get a motel room or sleep in your car. I do not care what you do. Hospitality once offered, you know, it is not permitted to withdraw it." Joseph whispered out of ear shot of the Emir, and then he again caught up with the Emir and held his chair for him at the head of the table. As the Emir sat at the table he asked Joseph, "Are you sure that you have room for all of us? I will not put you out of your bedroom. You know that my entourage and I are Arabs and as such, we are happy to sleep on the desert floor. You, as much as I would love to think of you as an Arab, are not accustomed to doing that. Do not worry about us, just to sleep under the same roof with Fazzi's son is honor enough." "You are most kind, Your Eminence, but as a soldier, I too, have slept on the ground. However, I think we have room. You can use the adjoining room to mine and some of your staff can use my sister's old room. Mr. Balbak was planning on going home. He has a report to type up for me on a Boys' Camp we were at yesterday. There was a lot that I liked about it, but also some rather disturbing things. I want to see if he feels the same way." "Oh! And what did you find that troubled you?" asked the Emir. "Just a feeling. It is hard to put my finger on. But it was a bit too military for my tastes. Maybe it is because I will soon be leaving the army, but.. " "By all means! If you think it is some kind of plot, we would not want the American government to have an opportunity to raid it." "I am sure it will be OK. They do have some very good ideas and the staff seems to be very good." Joseph said. "We will have to see how it turns out. It will need a lot more investigation before I allow the fund's money to be used in questionable manners." Allie asked about the political situation back home and the Emir told him that the time was fast approaching for the Emirate to take over. My UN speech will pave the road. "I would love to hear that speech. When are you going to give it?" Joseph asked. "All the speeches will be sometime on Tuesday and Wednesday. Your President will speak on Tuesday morning. I can arrange a seat in our delegation if you would like. As the head of The Arab/American Charity Fund you can act as the Fund's representative." the Emir said. "It is done all the time and I would be happy to arrange it. It would be nice to have an American by my side to act as my translator. Someone who might catch some hidden meaning in the President's speech that slips by our people." "I would be happy to assist you. I have not had the chance to observe the new President up close yet. He and I do not always agree on policy. I hope that it will not cause me problems as far as my discharge, but I don't think so." Joseph said. "I will have to check it out." The Three Day Pass Ch. 41 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. * "I can only report to you what I have heard from the mouths of their leaders. They and the Oil Cartel will fight you anyway they can. They want us hooked on oil. They will use the money we pay them to buy up everything they can and then take over American industry. Their entry into the Stock Market is only the first step. They are now in the process of buying up the entertainment industry and the news media. They will then only permit what they want to be fed to the public. Little by little, then more and more, until they can take over as they will in Spain, France, Germany and England." Chapter #41 The President sat back and blew smoke rings into the air. "That bad? Come on Sergeant, are you sure you are not going off the deep end here?" "Believe me, Sir, I wish I was." Joseph said. "I think what the Emir will say tomorrow may be toned down some, but be careful not to fall for the soft soap. He means to rule over a world Caliphate. And that includes the USA. Without the USA his takeover will fail. He and most of his henchmen not only think but also believe that the United States will fall and that it will be easy to bring this about in a very short time. He has studied history and he knows that our country ripe for a takeover and that, even if he should decide to just sit and do nothing at all but wait, it will soon fall apart. The American people, so he believes, are weak to the point of surrender. They have become fat and have no fight left in them. They have convinced themselves that there is 'no pure evil' left in the world. Nine eleven never happened. It could not have happened. The Arabs were not capable of planning and executing such a complicated act. It was a plot by the President to pay back his friends in the oil industry and the military-industrial complex for their support when he stole the election in 2000." "Sergeant, is this what you believe?" He asked. "It matters little, what I think or believe. However to tell the truth, if the terrorists had followed up on nine-eleven with more bombings and acts of wanton terror, we would have caved in long ago. I am really surprised that they didn't do that. Americans just do not have the stamina or guts to withstand that kind of thing. I think that in this respect we are no better than the Spanish are. One, two or three more bombings and we would have been on our knees." "And what makes you think that they didn't try but that the FBI stopped them?" The President asked. "I am told that there were hundreds of cells that were uncovered and prevented from doing damage." "Yes, we might have caught a few nuts." Joseph said. "But I do not think that they were connected in any way with the Caliphate or the Emirate. They were just some nuts or they were the ones that they let us catch. Besides what does it mean to them if they loose five hundred thousand or a million or two million men and children -- they will eulogize them and make heroes of them and then they will be replaced in the blink of an eye." "So is there no solution?" "I leave the politicians to look for solutions -- I am a soldier, but to try to answer your question- the only solution is to fight, fight and then fight some more." Joseph said. "Even if you choose not to fight now-someday you will have to fight because they will not let up. There has been evil in this world from day one and it remains our job to route it out and destroy it. We will just have to keep up the fight." "Well Sergeant, you paint a very dark picture, but then I did ask for the truth." "I wish I could bring you better news. There are times I wish I could live to see the day you would say to me that my services were no longer required. I really don't like what I have to do. God knows, I wish I could see the day when people like me could live normal lives... I wish I never went into that Mosque." Joseph said. "Well, I'm glad you did..." The President said as he put out the cigar and got up, extended his hand and said, "Again, I want to thank you for your being there for us. I want you to continue your work even after you leave the Army. My door will always be open to you. Please continue your work and phone me at that special number anytime. Good luck." "Thank you, Mr. President, and good luck at the U.N. tomorrow. Please be careful. There are a lot of nuts out here." Later, in Bill's car going to Rich's apartment and after Joseph had told him about his meeting with the President, Bill asked, "Do you think he believed you?" "I hope so, but most likely not. He is like most Americans, living with his head in the sand. And erroneously, they think that this situation is only a matter of education, the relief of poverty or perhaps a dozen other things, none of which has anything to do with the real situation. Like I tried to tell the President, our people cannot and will not face the fact that there has been evil in this world since day one and that it is man's job to fight it. Speaking of evil, get me home. I think it is my turn to do a little evil. "What's the hurry? Rich won't be home for another hour." "I know that, but I want to be prepared for him." Joseph said as the car moved down the highway and then turned into the Village. "Did I tell you that I asked Rich to marry me when I get out of the army?" "No you didn't. What did he say?" "He said yes, but he wants to wait six months, until the play is established and he can afford to take some time off. I think he is afraid that 'coming out' might hurt his career." "I don't think so. A lot of show people are now admitting openly that they are gay and it doesn't seem to hurt them any." Bill said. "The world is changing. Anyway, I know I have changed and I know my bosses have also changed. I wish you luck and I hope you invite me to the wedding. Both my wife and I would be proud to be there. I think you might have competition there with Rich. She has fallen for him since she saw him on opening night." "Well I'll just have to keep an eye on him then." Joseph laughed as they pulled up in front of the apartment and got out. "We haven't made plans yet, but I think we will be going to Canada and I will let you and the wife know when. If you are free at that time, you are most welcome to come along and 'stand up for us'. Good night, Bill thanks for the lift." Joseph let himself into the darkened apartment and then decided to take a bath. He remembered the last time he had taken a bath in this place and while the tub filled, he went and got the scented candles and placed them around the tub. When the water was full he added some bubbles and then slipped into the tub and lay there with his head resting on the edge of the tub, relaxing and waiting. He didn't have to wait long as he heard the key turning in the door. "Albert??? Is that you?" Rich called out. "Nope! I'm just a soldier that was passing by, saw this nice inviting tub and thought I would like to take a bath and spend a twenty-four hour pass with you. Are you available?" "Well I was expecting my lover. " Richard said as he walked into the bathroom and leaned over the tub and kissed Joseph on the lips. "However you might do!" "Might?" Joseph said and he reached up and started to pull Richard into the tub. "Hey, let me get myself undressed first." "OK but you are a kill-joy!" "Hey I'm just a poor struggling actor. I don't have millions to spend on clothes." Richard said sitting down on the toilet and removing his shoes and socks and throwing them into a pile to be later joined by his shirt and pants. Then slowly removing his under shorts he twirled them around his finger, doing a poor imitation of a cheap striptease dancer and tossed them onto the pile. "Does this remind you of something?" "Sure does. Two things. One is that belly dancer that I fucked and the other is a wonderful night we spent in that hotel hot tub under the stars a long time ago." Joseph mused and reached up and pulled Rich into the tub. "Only this is not as comfortable, but it will do." "Just think after we are married we can move into the Paterson house and have it remodeled. We can put a swimming pool in the basement and redo the porch off the master bedroom to include a big hot tub. Boy, can we have fun there." Richard said. "We can have fun anywhere as long as we are together." Joseph said pulling Richard close to him and kissing his ear and neck. Rich leaned back into Joseph's hard body and sighed. He was relaxed and comfortable in spite of the close quarters. Rubbing his rear end up against Joseph, he could feel his hardness press against his ass slit and it felt good, very good. They sat there, soaking in the warm water, Joseph with his hands around Richard, his fingers moving over the wet body to Rich's cock and just holding the hot rod. Together they watched as the candles began to burn low and flicker out.... "It's getting late and I have to be up early if I'm to be ready for the Emir's car by nine in the morning." Joseph said as he reached over for a towel. The two of them reluctantly rose from the now cool water and letting the tub drain they stepped out of the tub and dried each other off and then hurried into the bedroom and got under the warm covers. "When and if, we remodel the Paterson house, one thing I am going to insist is that we have a fireplace in the master bedroom." Joseph said. "Why 'when and if'? Are you not planning to live there?' Rich asked. "Not sure yet. Would you mind living in that house, knowing the history that I had there? Wouldn't you like a new place ---- a new beginning?" Joseph asked. "I know I would." "Oh Joseph! I love you." Richard sighed as he rolled over on top of the soldier and kissed him hard as their bodies rubbed against each other and their lips kissed and tongues sort and found each other. "Rich, are they still in the draw?" "Yes lover, get one and put it on me. I want to try a different position. I had the weirdest dream the other night and I want to try it out." Richard said as he dismounted Joseph and lay on his back while the soldier placed and rolled down a condom over Rich's hard nine inches. "Now you straddle me and slowly lower yourself onto my cock. I know we have done it this way before but somehow, in the dream, it was different." Joseph started to say something but stopped... It must be love! He thought. Now we are beginning to have the same dreams. He swung his leg over Rich's midsection and began to lower his ass onto Richard's manhood. Pulling his ass globs apart so that the meaty cock head of Richard could slip into his tight hole, he felt Richard's fingers pulling his ass down onto his hard cock. Slowly he began to flex his ass muscles engulfing Richard's manhood, sucking it inch by inch into the very core of his being. Down, down into the deep ravine, until there was no place more to go. Until the very essence of Joseph had been breached. Then he started to move his body up and down slowly. At the same time Joseph flexed his rear end, which held and cradled the pulsing and quivering cock as it continued to rub the walls of his hot wet manhole. He felt Rich's cock thicken just as his own penis began to erupt sending cum in a high arc from the tip of his cock onto the chest of Richard. Rope after rope burst forth as his ass contorted around the fleshy pole in his love channel sending electric impulses which triggered Rich's body to stiffen and ram forward hard as his cock planted his seed deep inside Joseph. Joseph collapsed atop Richard as his mind screamed, Yes! Yes! It was you and only you in the dream. Too weak to disengage they fell asleep that way until at some point and in some way, during the night, they fell apart and slept until the alarm woke them. Richard slept as Joseph got out of bed, showered and had breakfast. He left a note on the table telling Rich how good it was last night and that he would try to see him after he got back from the U.N. About 9A.M. the doorbell rang and true to his word, a limo was waiting with an accompanying motorcycle escort. Joseph went down the steps and the driver held the door open for him. He slid onto the rear seat and was surprised to find none other than the Emir himself sitting on the seat next to him. "You look shocked; are you surprised to see me?" "Well yes, just a little." Joseph admitted. "I had no idea that you would come to pick me up yourself. I am honored." "I thought we could have a few moments alone to talk over a few things before we get down to taking on your President and the rest of the western world," the Emir said with a big grin as he spread out four photos on the seat. "Here look at these and tell me which you like the best. After our conversation the other night, I called and had my daughters take them yesterday and e-mail them to me. They are pictures of my Granddaughters and the one you pick is to be your wife." Joseph, to say the least, was dumbfounded. "My wife?" He said as he looked at the pictures. "But these are children. I can't take a child bride. Besides I can't get married yet: I still have to get out of the army, complete my education and earn that partnership with Worthington Associates." "My dear Yussef, you not only can but you will. You pride yourself on knowing our customs. You told me of your desire to be one of us! This is how it is done. If what you told me is true, you will obey me in this matter. Your real father, had he been an Arab, would have arranged all of this when you were born. You would not have had the opportunity to pick a wife for yourself. In our society this is the norm. However, in your case, I am willing to make certain exceptions and adjustments. You do not have to marry her or take her to bed right now -- you can, if you want, wait until she is of age. In the meantime, you know that our tribal customs permit you to gather any and all kinds of sexual experiences with non-Muslims. You can even continue your homosexual liaisons providing you keep them quiet and conduct them with non-Muslims. However, once the marriage is official, I will insist that you produce a male heir first ---then you are free to take other wives or lovers if you so desire. My two daughters have only female children and I want a male heir and you will provide me with one." "And what will be the Bride price?" Joseph asked. ""I am not that rich a man to afford the millions that you could get for anyone of your beautiful grandchildren." "Let us not haggle. Besides, I know you are very rich.... $100,000 in gold and if you produce a male heir I will refund it and add to it enough to pay for his education." "That is most generous of you. When do I have to decide on which child to take? They are all beautiful and I may be unable to choose. Who shall I pick?" Joseph said, trying to put off the decision as long as he could. "I don't think I could pick one without offending the others." "In that case since you would not object to any of them - I will pick for you--- This one, the one we have always called Scheherazade, will be your wife. She is the eldest and right from birth she was seen as one who would make her husband's evenings very entertaining. She is sixteen now and she is ready for the bridal bed," he said. "However, since I believe eighteen is the age of consent in this country as of now, I will permit you to wait till that time. This is a foolish law and one which we will change when we take over." "But why change it? It has worked for a long time." Joseph protested. "When fruit is ripe, it is a crime to let such succulent fruit wither on the vine. A girl of 16 is more than ripe and must not be permitted to spoil and fall from the vine. As for your other objections, you will be out of the army in a few months and will be free of your obligations then. Why not plan to go to Syria for a vacation? Once there the law would not apply and you could take her as your wife. However, if you still wish to delay taking her to bed, I see no reason to put off the marriage for more than a year or two just because you are going to school. You can become engaged or even marry her and attend school. In either case, I promise you a virgin for your wedding bed." Joseph smiled and said, "I expected nothing less." "Then you accept?" "For a gem of such rare purity and beauty, the price of $100,000 in gold is a small price to pay. If you will draw up the engagement document, I will have my lawyer's go over it and if it is acceptable, we will have a deal!" "Ahhhhhh yes it is a deal - and just in time, we have arrived at the U.N.," smiled the Emir. "Let us hope that the rest of my day goes as well as my morning with you has gone." The door opened and Joseph got out and offered his helping hand to the Emir as he got out of the car and they went into the legation office. There, Joseph was introduced and made to feel at home. In the delegation was Fazzi's other friend, Hassan Segour, who at first was cold to him. However, after seeing how close Joseph and the Emir were, he decided to forget the past. "We must get into the chamber as the meeting is about to start." They all walked in together and took their seats and the Council President called the meeting to order. After a short speech of welcome he introduced the President of the United States. The President took the podium and gave a brilliant speech. It was a plea for understanding, a hope for universal brotherhood and peace. During the speech, Joseph wrote several comments in Arabic on sheets of paper handing them to the Emir who looked at them and, at times, smiled and nodded his head in agreement with most of them. After the President was finished, he was greeted with applause. In general, he was given a rather proper but cool reception. The Council went into a short recess during which groups formed to talk over what the President had just said. The Emir and Joseph compared notes. "It is the same old stuff," the Emir said. "Nothing new! Lloyd George, Churchill, Roosevelt, Austin, we have heard it all before. You and I both noticed the same things in his speech, Yussef, but your understanding is very different than ours. He talks peace, but we see war. He says economic development, but we see colonialism. His brand of freedom is a brand of slavery to us. It is the slavery of modernity and science and that negates every part of Islam. His words sound good but his actions and those of your country are not good for us. Now I want you to tell me how I can make him and your people understand the real truth." "Just tell him what you feel and tell him in language he can understand. Forget the diplomatic crap. Tell him that there is no difference between the Muslims of the world," Joseph said. "Perhaps it is time for us to 'put the cards on the table' as the Americans like to say. Tell him and the world that while he and other westerners may look for moderates among us, sooner or later they must face the truth. And the truth is that when they deal with moderates, they are dealing with only a small group of people who really don't possess the power or even know the hopes, or hearts of the vast majority of our people. For the majority, only terrorists and terrorism exist! It exists, it survives and will continue to grow because that is the only thing that works for them." The Three Day Pass Ch. 42 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. End of chapter 41 "Most likely not... But at least they will know what you really think and want. From what he says, the President wants to know the truth. Once you make it clear, who knows what will happen, but at least you will both know what the bottom line is." Joseph said. Chapter 42 "And you don't think I should use diplomatic language to sort of ease the picture?" the Emir asked. "Far be it from me to tell you what to say or how to say it." Joseph answered. "I am not the diplomat, your Eminence. "No you are not, that is for sure. But the idea of speaking the truth appeals to me and for once I think that its day has come." He said as he took his briefcase and went into the legation office. "Please wait here everyone. I want to do a little work on my speech," he said as he shut the door. An hour later, he came out of the room. There was a smile on his face and he looked at Joseph and said, "Yussef, it is done and it feels right." "Do you want to go over it with me?" "Absolutely not! At this point, I think it is better if every one thinks these are my thoughts and my words. I don't want anyone to think that you had any direct or indirect input into it. What I am going to say could be construed as a declaration of war. Until the time when you are safely out of the army and under our complete protection, I do not want your discharge or loyalty to the USA to be questioned or affected," the Emir said. "There will be plenty of questions asked as it is, without you having to lie about this. After you become a member of my family, I will be able to offer you my complete protection. Perhaps you should leave before I take the podium." "No! I wish to stay and hear this." Joseph said forcefully. "If, as you say, I am to be a member of your family, I had better learn to take the heat," he then continued, "And Jiddi", using the Arabic word for my grandfather, "the sooner I learn-the better. We must tell the truth and the truth will set us free." "Yes, Yussef, the truth." He said as he led the delegation back into chambers. However, at the doorway he stopped, turned and signaled to his security detail. When they came over to him he whispered to them and then said to Joseph, "I'm sorry, Yussef, I order you not to come in with us. I repeat I will not have you even suspected of having anything to do with this. You can watch this on the closed circuit TV here and let me know what you think after my speech." The security guards closed in around Joseph and gently but forcefully directed him to a seat in front of the TV where they made him sit down. This is one of those times when I better keep my mouth shut, he thought, as he relaxed himself and took out a notebook and pencil to make notes. The Emir was not the first Muslim representative to speak, but he was the most important. As the head of the so-called radical fundamentalist coalition, his pronouncements were often considered to be equal to those of the Pope. The only difference being that the Emir did not have to rely on titular power alone. He could and did command vast numbers of loyal fanatics waiting to do his bidding. The first to speak was the representative of a country that was known for it's moderate western policies. After he had finished, the Emir was introduced and he took his place at the speaker's stand. "This morning, we all sat here and witnessed a great theatrical performance by the President of the United States of America. We heard him call for a new beginning." Here he stopped and slowly clapped his hands together a few times signaling his utter disdain and contempt. Then he continued, in part quoting from the President's speech, "A new beginning, one based on truth and justice. How wonderful, and I agree, Mr. President but on whose truth and whose justice? Ah yes, this is the question. However, we must first define and decide on what is truth and what is justice. You cannot have a new beginning unless all parties agree on what the truth is and whose justice is right. As it stands now, what you want to do and what you say is a sham. You have to right the wrongs of the past before we can talk of any rapprochement. We have to take a hard look at the past and define the basic problem. When we in truth do this, we will discover that crimes have been committed, not only out there in the outside world, but here in this very room. We have to ascertain who is the criminal here. Who is it that is occupying whose lands? Before we can talk, the United States must withdraw its forces from every country outside it borders. You, Mr. President, and your country are the bandits; it is you who are the terrorists, not us. You and your government must be brought before an international tribunal. This building in which we meet is not the place for that case to be held. The organization that meets here is the cause of our struggle. The United States and the United Nations are the reason for what you call terrorism. There can be no discussion until you accept this fact, and then there can be no peace until all of you accept Islam. We shall continue our struggle. We shall not rest until this is so. We shall not stop our struggle. And that, Mr. President, is the bottom line as you Americans are so fond of saying. No peace, no security, no rest until every nation is Islamic. As your past President said, 'You are either with us or against us'. You have left us no alternative. This is Holy War, Jihad. Any person, any religion, any country that stands in our way can expect to be a target for our martyrs and that includes the so-called moderates among us. There is no place for moderates or moderation in Islam. We are all united in purifying the world and if we are going to purify the world - we must purify ourselves as well." With that he left the platform and returned to the legation. The delegates were stunned. No more than twenty minutes later a message came from the President asking the Emir meet with him. "No, I will not meet with him. Enough talk." The Emir said and angrily stood up and shook his fists. "Your Eminence" Joseph said to him trying to calm him down, "how can you not meet with him? You must at least look like you are willing to hear what he has to say." "But why? If there is nothing more to say and this is my bottom line - the only option left for him is surrender. Is this not so?" "If you do not make it look like you are trying to be reasonable, the only thing you accomplish is to unite the American people behind him. Once that is done it will be harder, if not impossible, to take over peacefully and you will have a full-blown war on your hands." "I shall never understand you Americans," the Emir said and smiled. "And that is why I want and need you by my side. Fazzi was right. I cannot rule here. No non-American can. I need you to explain them to me. I feel that you are one of us yet you are able to be one of them also. You feel our pain and make it your own. Now I know why Fazzi wanted you, or someone like you, to be the one to rule here. Allie, Hassan and I were so in opposition to Fazzi on this one point that we almost wanted to depose him. In fact, Hassan thought he could solve the problem by offering to kill you... Fazzi, and later Allie, convinced me to change my mind. Now I'm glad they did," then throwing his hands up in surrender he gave in, "O.K. O.K., I will meet with your President but only if you come with me to act as a translator." "I cannot do that! He is my Commander-in-Chief and it would not be appropriate." Joseph said, "Besides your English is good enough, you do not need me." "You are right! I do not need you -but I want you to be by my side. I order you to be there anyway. If I can arrange it, will you accompany me?" "I think you are making a mistake, but if you can arrange it, I will be glad to act as an independent translator for you. But the President may want his own translator there also." "Let him have 50 translators there, I see no problem with that. You can make sure the translators are giving a good rendition of what I say. Now go tell Hassan to get in here and I will set this up." A meeting was set up for later in the day and it was to take place at the hotel where the President was staying. Mutual security arrangements were made and, at the appointed time, Joseph and the Emir were escorted into the President's rooms. "I am told that you are a member of our Army, Sergeant. May I ask what you are doing here with the enemy?" the President asked. "I can assure you he is not here as a combatant," said the Emir. "As the head of one of the largest Muslim charities in the world, he was visiting our delegation when your invitation came. He is also the adopted son of a man that your previous president called a hero. Had it not been for the sergeant here, I would not have accepted this invitation. He insisted that I at least owed you the courtesy of meeting with you. I agreed but only if he came along as a neutral party to act as my translator in case we needed one. Your invitation came at a time when my legation was without a translator who I could trust. If he is unacceptable then we will have to put this off until another time." "Oh yes, I recall being told about his father and the help he gave in the rescue of one of our servicemen. I do not think we will need a translator but in any case, he is acceptable. Would you gentlemen like some coffee, tea or perhaps something to eat?" "Perhaps some tea for Yussef. The sergeant tells me he is going out to dinner tonight. A change from his usual Army rations. As for me, I eat only meals prepared by my personal cooks and according to Hallal." The President ordered tea and them they sat down around the conference table and talked. The Emir trying to give the President a history lesson according to his interpretation. They talked and argued for more than an hour. The discussion ended with Emir getting up and saying, "We live in two different worlds, Mr. President. I had thought that you, having a Muslim father, might begin to understand. But I see it is hopeless. The problem with you, Mr. President, is that you live in a world of grays. Nothing in that world is black or white, right or wrong. According to you and those of you who believe as you do, there are no absolutes. The church and state are separate. Not only have you thrown God out of your life but also as a result of this, God has abandoned you. You are passé. We cannot live together on the same planet." The President was stunned. "I cannot accept that... Sergeant is that what you believe." "It matters little what I believe... I am here to translate. The Emir says he speaks for Islam. Do either you or I speak for Christianity?" Joseph asked. "No, and you know we cannot." The President said and turned to the Emir and told him point blank, "And with all due respect Emir, I do not think you speak for Islam." "You will soon change your mind." The Emir said and got up. "Come Yussef, I think we are finished here!" "I am sorry it turned out this way, Mr. President. It was an honor meeting you and the only thing I can say is to keep trying." Joseph said sadly. And with that the two of them left the hotel room. The Emir was furious and once outside and in the car he asked, "Why did you tell him to keep trying? I wanted him to know that there was no alternative but to submit. I think I had him worried. I thought he was almost convinced." "You read him wrong. He is not worried, your Eminence. He may be sad, he may even be angry, but as the head of the most powerful nation on the planet, believe me, he is not worried. You did shake him up a bit, but it will take a lot more than words to break him. He will think about what you said and soon you will hear from him." "And what will he do then?" "I have no idea. If it were me, I would have you either killed or neutralized." Joseph said. "So watch yourself. However, I really think he will do nothing at all." "Then I was right in the first place. I should not have met with him!" "No, you had to meet him. Not to meet would have shown that you were afraid of him. Now he knows you mean business and he has to come up with something to cool things down." "I hope he does not take this out on you." The Emir said. "If he does, Yussef, please tell me and I will see what I can do." "I don't think he will. There is not much he can do to a man about to be discharged." Joseph said as the car pulled up in front of Rich's apartment. "Your Eminence, thank you for a most interesting day." "Thank you, Yussef. My lawyers will be in touch with you on that other matter in a few days," the Emir said. "And since we are to be relatives I think it proper if, in private, for you to call me by my name, Jamaal. Salaam Alecheem, Yussef." "Mesaa El Kair. Good evening Jamaal." Joseph said, got out of the car and watched as the Emir was driven away. Before going up to the apartment, Joseph called the President and in a few seconds was patched through. "Well Sir, what did you think of him?" "The man is a fanatic at best and perhaps crazy. Watch yourself Sergeant, he could be dangerous and he does need watching. I hope I can count on you to keep up the work as we have no one to take your place." "Sir - Errr - I just thought you should know - he has asked his lawyers to draw up a marriage agreement between his granddaughter and myself. She is 16 years old and he wants me to marry her as soon as I'm discharged. However, because of our age of consent laws, thank God, I have managed to put the wedding off for at least two years." "Now this I have got to hear! You better tell me the details. My God, an FBI agent married into the family of the Emir. Nobody would believe this..." As Joseph explained it to him, the President couldn't stop laughing. "One hundred thousand in gold." He gasped. "Joseph, I have to thank you for making me laugh. After the kind of day that I have had, I needed it." "I wish I was joking, Sir, I truly wish I was. Good night Sir." He said as he went up to the apartment to pack to go home. He left a note for Richard telling him he would call him later, but that he had to get back to Paterson. Joseph headed back to Paterson and called Allie and arranged to see him that evening. "I have some important news for you." Joseph told him. "I'm on my way, Habibi. Should I bring anything with me? Perhaps a bottle of wine? Did you have a nice day with the Emir?" "I had a very interesting day and I'll fill you in when you get here. The wine is a good idea and I'll have the cook prepare a supper for us." "Good, but I would rather eat you! But tell me are the rumors I hear true? Did you and the Emir meet with the President today?" "I see word gets out fast! Yes, that is true. We will talk about that and a lot more when I see you. Will you be able to come by eight tonight?" "Yes, that will give me time to get ready. Oh! You can tell the cook to leave early. We can clean away the dishes ourselves and we don't need her around. I missed you these past few nights and I need my 'Kong'." Allie whispered seductively into the phone. "I missed you, too. But we will talk about that after supper." Allie arrived on time and the two of them had a light supper together. "Well how did it go between you and the Emir? I saw some of it on TV and he really shook up the place. People are calling him a mad man. That speech was really something. Did you have anything to do with it?" "Not directly and very little indirectly." "We were told that he met with the President afterwards. Hassan told me that he insisted that you go with him as his translator. You and I both know that he was educated in England and does not need a translator. You must have really impressed his Eminence the other night. I have never seen him so taken with anyone. What happened?" "I did not know of his English education, however he says that he has trouble understanding the American idiom. You know what Mr. Churchill said about us, "We are one people separated by a common language"." "Yes, that is true, and even I have trouble at times. Now, tell me everything that happened." "I cannot tell you anything about the meeting with the President, except that the Emir did not back down one inch." Joseph told him. "As for the details of the meeting, you will have to ask His Eminence." They finished their meal and then Joseph got up and prepared the coffee, placing the cups on a serving tray. "Come let's take our coffee into the library." Joseph suggested. "I told the cook to leave early and she will take care of the dishes in the morning. We have to talk." Joseph took the tray with the steaming cups of coffee and led the way into the library. Allie followed him and closed the big oak doors. Joseph put the tray on the coffee table and turned to find Allie right there with his arms circling him, reaching out and pulling him into an embrace. Their lips met and Joseph returned the kiss, but Allie could tell something was not right. "Something is wrong. I can feel it in your kiss." Allie said. "What has happened?" Joseph took Allie by the hand and led him to the sofa and when they were seated he started by telling him, "I don't know of any way to make this any softer, but, this morning on the way to the U.N. I suddenly became engaged to the Emir's granddaughter. Out of the clear blue sky, he spreads out the photos of his Granddaughters and says ' pick one'. I thought he was kidding the other night when he said he was going to find me a Muslim wife. I tried to tell him that I did not want to get married, but he refused to even consider any of my objections. This was the fastest way to my conversion and one that would assure him of not only my sincerity, but, my loyalty to him. He has made this one of the prime conditions for my becoming a Muslim. "You said one of the conditions. What were the others?" Allie asked. "Well aside from the usual 'Bride Price', which is quite high, the Emir told me that from now on I would have to obey him in all political, religious and family matters. I think he must either know or suspect about you and I, because he insisted that I no longer have sexual relations with other Muslims, be they women or men, until I produce a male heir with his Granddaughter. I entered many objections but he was adamant. He is going to have the legal papers drawn up and sent to me for signature and the formal wedding will take place as soon as it is legal to do so." "Legal?" Allie screamed, "Idiot! You stupid idiot! You pride yourself on knowing our laws and customs. Don't you realize that according to our laws you were already married as soon as you said you agreed? Signing those papers and paying the bride price are only old and honored traditions." "Yes I know that, but the Emir has said that because of American law I will not have to consummate the marriage until she is of age in two years." "A small but not really a legal detail. As of now you are legally married to her, but as long as we keep our relationship secret, we have nothing to worry about." Allie said pulling Joseph to him and kissing him again. The Three Day Pass Ch. 43 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. * "Fazzi was right all along," he smiled. "Yussef will be very useful, not only to us but to me as well. A true convert, worthy of the place of high honor I envision for him, to say nothing of the many grandsons he will give me. You did very well to test him for me, Allie, Thank you. I shall not forget your service." Chapter #43 "However, do not think that your job is now over. No, my friend, your job is only just stared." "But your Eminence," Allie asked. "What more can you have for me to do here? You have permitted him not only to take up residence in our house but now you are giving him the deed and keys to the palace as well." "I am only continuing the plan that Fazzi started," The Emir continued. "And what great plan was that, your Eminence?" Allie asked. "Why our plan to bring the word of the true prophet to the United States. We saw that this might be possible when we saw the Black Muslim made great strides. But we also knew these were not really the true Muslims as they were really only black separatists and not interested in Islam or converting all Americans. If we were to bring the true Islam to America, we knew that we must find a ''true red, white and blue American" and ensnare him and, through him, we would spread the word of the true prophet. We would do this by the use of Fazzi's daughter. However, we soon learned that when dealing with the Americans, these plans should be flexible and subject to change. Yussef not only charmed her, but he awakened Fazzi's old libido. There were times when I thought my friend had lost his head." "We all thought that at one time or another." Allie said trying to keep from laughing. Ignoring Allie's comment, the Emir continued, "So you see---what I have done is nothing more than a continuation of the original plan. I have taken the rather unusual move of inviting him to become a member of my family, and since before this happens I will not be here to watch him, I will want you to watch him very closely. You are to report to me any problems that might come up." "But Your Eminence, by your actions you have created a big problem here," Allie said. "And what is that?" "In order to do what you want, I must have unlimited access to him. And the best way to have that is to sexually enslave him. Now, because of your little talk with him, you have destroyed the only real means of my getting close to him again. Without my having unlimited access to his bed, there will be little at my disposal that I will have to control him. I was just beginning to gain his unwavering loyalty and confidences when you pulled the rug out from under me. I have nothing else to entice him now that you have offered him everything he ever wanted and more. Mark my words; conversion and your granddaughter will not be enough for him. He wants it all! If he truly is a homosexual, as I think he is, he will still crave and need male companionship. By your forbidding him to have sex with Moslems other than his wife --- he will now find it with Worthington's son. He does not need me any longer, if he ever did. Myself, I will have additional difficulty as I have developed certain feelings for him that prevent me from dropping him like one would drop a hot potato." Allie related. "Hot potato? What does a hot potato have to do with this? I don't understand." "Sorry, that is an American expression and it means that it will be hard for me to hold on to him. He was just beginning to open up to me and since he and I will no longer be sharing the same bed, it will make my influence almost nil." "Well if that is the case, perhaps you are right and you are no longer of any use to me. I may have to find other work for a man of your talents. I can reassign you to France and I will put Hassan in your place," the Emir teased him. "Now you are making fun of me. You know that will never work. They hate each other. They will never work together." "My dear Allie, must I remind you to whom you are speaking! I am the Emir and you, as one of my agents, will work where and how I direct you to work. My agents will do what I ask and do it without any question. As long as my agents remember that I am the one whose orders are to be obeyed we will be OK. You are showing jealousy and that is a bad thing for any agent. Yussef has proven to me that unlike you, he does not think with his penis, but uses his head. He will put aside his personal feelings and fulfill his promises to me. Fazzi and I both knew all about Yussef and his so-called homosexual liaisons with Worthington's son. At first I, too, objected. But Fazzi knew that the senior Worthington knew his son was a faggot and was in love with Yussef. We encouraged Yussef to develop a relationship with that son so as to gain entry into the market and hopefully gain control of Worthington's firm. Yussef is doing what I want done and in the way I want it done. I don't really believe that he is a homosexual. I think he uses that as a means of getting what he wants. It is just one more tool in his arsenal of weapons. The more I learn about him -- the more I like him. He will not allow anything or anyone to get in the way of getting what he wants. And power is what he wants. He wants the old man's money as well as his business and the son is the only way for him to get it. If Yussef were a female, it would be easy. He could take over the firm by either seducing the old man or his son. He is ruthless, conniving and can be vicious. In short he is like us -- he has become a true son of the dessert, an Arab, and together he and I will restore the Arab people to their rightful place in the world. There was another like him in the past, but our xenophobic fathers turned him away and we have been paying for it ever since. Yes, I believe Yussef is perhaps the reincarnation of Laurence and this time I will not turn him away from us. If he keeps this up -- someday he will be Emir of the western part of the empire. After that with the right guidance, and I intend to give him that guidance, who can tell what he will become? While I am still in good health, I am getting older. New blood will be needed to take over after I retire. He is going to supply that new blood. It is through him and my granddaughter that this new leadership will come. So you see- if I am correct in my assumptions about him, either he or his son will take my place when the time comes. However, you are not to worry. I am still a very active man and I intend to be around for many years. So tell me-do you still think I should send you away?" "There is no need to send me to France. I will follow your orders as I always do. I just wanted you to know that it will be harder. I will find ways and means to do as you command. Please do not send me away as your word is the word of the prophet on earth and has been, and will always be, my will." "Just so long as you remember that I am who I am and can remove as well as reward my servants." "Yes, your Eminence," Allie admitted. "From now on you are to appear to take your orders from Yussef. He will be in charge. However, if you really have a problem with an order, you can call me for conformation. But do not let him know that you are checking with me. He must think that he is in charge." "Why are you doing this? Isn't it a little too soon to be trusting him with the entire operation?" "Yes it is, but I want him to get involved. I want him to have a taste of the responsibility and to become welded to us. In a short time he will be discharged from the Army and I want to see how he reacts when he has to bear the burden of his decisions. It is a bit risky, but I think it is worth the risk. Above all else I want him to serve us, and only us, and prove it to me. If we are to become a world movement, we must be willing to take chances. I cannot be everywhere and must delegate some of my power. I cannot delegate it to you or any non-American. Do you understand now?", the Emir said. After Allie agreed and pledged himself to follow instructions, they both hung up. Several weeks passed and the language school at base graduated its latest group of students. A few days before the graduation, Joseph was offered the position of permanent Arabic language instructor if he would reenlist. "Thank you for your offer but I'm afraid I have to turn it down. I have another job offer that I've been looking forward to perusing for a long time." Joseph told his Commanding Officer. "Also I want to get married soon and the Army is not in either of our futures." "I'm sure you know what you are doing, but I thought I would try anyway. Good luck, Sergeant." A week later Joseph was a 'free man' and, after a small celebration, he entered (with the help of Richard Worthington Sr. and his G.I. Bill of Rights funds) his new career as a stockbroker-in- training. Until college started he was to work as one of Mr. Worthington's apprentices. Being a Worthington associate he was assured a place in the finest financial school. At first he spent the weekdays working at the Wall Street office and living out of Rich's apartment. Weekends, he and Rich would stay in Paterson. He had toyed with the idea of giving up the Paterson home, but both the F.B.I. and Rich's father did not want him to sever his ties to the community there. Besides, the "Fund" was paying his salary and he had become attached to the people there. The community itself had begun to accept Joseph as Fazzi's replacement and to regard him as one of their own. The Imam was always calling and asking advise as well as sending members of the community who had fallen on hard times to him for assistance. Joseph was spending more and more time within the area and people would show they accepted him by always smiling and they would stop him in the street to wish him a good day and ask about his welfare or how the fund was doing. They loved the way this American not only spoke their language but also had blended into the community. They even began to accept Rich as Yussef's Broadway buddy. At this point they were a little wary of Rich but they were warming up to him. While Joseph made a point of attending Mosque, Rich did not feel at home there. Every Thursday Joseph would drive back to Paterson so that on Friday he could attend mosque and participate in services and many of the religious classes and lectures. In short, he was 'at home' there and no longer felt like 'an outsider'. In fact the Imam had suggested that he thought it would be wonderful if Joseph would teach a class on Islam, in English, to some Americans who had become interested in the religion or were thinking of marrying into the religion. One evening, while Rich and Joseph were talking about the future, Rich said that they would have to decide what to do soon about their living arrangements. "This moving back and forth is driving me nuts. No one knows where to get in touch with me," The actor complained. "Last week my agent called me 3 times before he was able to get me at home." "Look I don't like the two of us moving back and forth either, but I think I may have a solution." Joseph said. "Why not give up the New York apartment and you move in with me in Paterson?" "That's ridiculous." Rich scoffed at the idea. "I'm a New Yorker through and through. I was born here and grew up here. I would never leave it." "No? Not even if you were offered a Hollywood contract?" Joseph laughed. "Think about it from the money side. You know Summaya, my housekeeper, never did take up my offer to move into the apartment over the garage and it is going to waste. If you were to move in there, not only will we be able to save on the apartment rent but also we won't have that additional garage rental fee. Besides Paterson is not at the other end of the world. The commute time will be the same or maybe just a little bit more." "It sounds too good to be true. Let's think about it." Rich said. "To head off some of the gossips, I would just move a few of my things into the apartment -- enough to put on a good show and make it look like I was really living there.... Oh! I wish we could drop all this pretense shit..." "Soon baby, soon. I did promise you it would happen soon and I meant it." Joseph reiterated, "but you know as well as I that for a while at least we have to be discreet, at least until I can sort out my forthcoming marriage to the Emir's granddaughter. Putting that aside for the moment there are other reasons for us to move in together. Not only do we cut our financial expenses, but you would not have to worry about house cleaning, preparing meals or even doing laundry." Joseph quipped. "Summaya has always liked you and she would be happy to take care of the 'big Broadway star'. She often complains that I don't give her enough to do." "Hey I would be willing to pay part of her wages. Even if I were to pay it all, I think it would still be cheaper living there and besides the rent and garage fees, there is also the fact that the insurance is a hell of a lot cheaper in Jersey too." "It will be better all around and this way we can both keep an eye on each other and when I'm not here you can watch our house and also since the estate is gated and secure, I can make sure none of your fans follow you home and try to crawl into your bed." Joseph admonished him. "You know that you are the only one I 'bed down'. I think it might work, but what about Allie and the Emir?" Rich asked. "Won't they object to my living here with you?" "Since you are Christian the rules do not apply to you. Besides they both are under the impression that I have to 'keep you happy' or God forbid you would go crying to daddy and your father will somehow screw-up the fund's investments." Joseph laughed. "Right now with the Oil Market the way it is they won't make waves. They see that not only is the fund strong but also has in fact risen in value so your dad is their financial messiah. As long as we are not too flamboyant about it they would rather eat pork than hurt the old man and they will not object. As far as the rest of the Paterson community goes, in time, they will brag about Paterson being the home of the big New York Stage star." "Hey, just New York Stage star?" Rich asked, "What about Hollywood? You did mention it a while back." "That's reserved for Lou Costello," Joseph laughed. "Even after all these years, Paterson refuses to forget one of its favorite sons." "OK I'll do it. Such loyalty deserves to be enhanced and encouraged," Rich said, joining in the laugher. "I'll move in." "Good. And now I have a little gift for you. I hoped that someday you would move here so I had a new key made for you. Now that you are going to be living there, you can remove our old key from that neck chain and replace it with this new key," Joseph said. "I have to tell the truth. There is another reason I'm glad you are going to be staying here. This past week the board of the fund, together with Allie and the Emir, voted that they wanted me to take a tour of some of the facilities that are funded by the charity. Now that I'm out of the army and before I begin college they want me to see how our money is being used. I already checked with your father and the F.B.I. and they think it would be a good thing to do, providing that someone goes with me. I should be gone for about two weeks." Rich, looking sort of angry, asked, "And who will be going with you, Allie?" "I told you that that was over with and now that you are going to be living here you will see it for yourself." Joseph said. "I know you can't come with me because of the play, so I was thinking of asking your father to come along, but before I asked him I wanted to check it out with you first. I think it would be fun to travel along with my future father. Hell I even might ask your mother to come. I think they would both like it. Your mom might even be able to show off her belly dancing skills again." "Those two might just love to go --- and they can keep an eye on you at the same time." Richard said, unable to keep from laughing so hard that he was almost unable to keep from rolling on the floor. When he regained his composure he asked seriously, "will the three of you be safe? Have you asked them yet?" "No! I have not asked them yet. Like I said, I wanted to ask your opinion first. I thought it would be safe, but to be sure I asked Agent Barns and he thought it would be a good idea to make a big deal about the trip. The more people and publicity the trip generated the safer it would be. He agreed that I should first check it out with you before I asked them. If you agree, and once Dad and Mom agree, I will then tell the Emir so that he will be able to set up some kind of itinerary." Joseph told him. "Won't the Emir want to take this opportunity to conclude his contract with you and his granddaughter at this time?" "He may, but I don't think so --- at least not at this time. It would place him in a difficult position. He knows about you and me and I think I can convince him that your parents would feel very hurt, if not damn angry, if he were to press the wedding at this time." Joseph said. "And the one thing he will not do is to embarrass your family and run that risk of your dad somehow screwing the fund's investments or having the Americans confiscate the money. No, I think that your parents and I will be treated like Royals and while the Emir will insist that I might meet my future wife, I will not be forced to marry her at this time." "Not at this time! What about the future? And it you do meet her at this time, can you resist his insistence that you take her to bed?" Rich asked. "RICHARD! She is sixteen! I am not taking a child into my bed. Somehow something will prevent it -- you just remember that you and I are one body and soul. Nothing and no one can come between us. One body, one soul, one heart." To be continued... The Three Day Pass Ch. 44 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. * End of Chapter # 43 "RICHARD! She is sixteen! I am not taking a child into my bed. Somehow something will prevent it -- you just remember that you and I are one body and soul. Nothing and no one can come between us. One body, one soul, one heart." Chapter 44 "No, this new plan of yours, it will never work," argued Allie, who had come to Damascus in hope of at least talking the Emir out of using Joseph as the means of subverting the American President. Since that first day over a year ago, when Fazzi had first asked him to work for him, Allie had hopes of advancing up the chain of command. Then, when Fazzi had been killed and the Emir had requested that he take over for Fazzi, he had thought that perhaps the way was open for him to someday advance all the way to the top. But all that had come out of that was a babysitting job. Always there had been something that had prevented him from gaining his rightful place. Now instead of him, it looked as if it was going to be Joseph or his son who someday would be the Emir's successor. Allie was pissed to say the least. How could this have come to pass? This Joseph was not even a real Muslim. Besides, he was a weakling. It had been so easy for him to get into Joseph's bed that first time. All he needed was some more time and he would have had Joseph in the palm of his hand. True, he had to act like the woman but that would have changed soon and he would have been able to enslave him both physically as well as sexually. If Allie was not to be the new Emir then he must be able to control the one that was to be and the only way he could do that was through sex. He must get the Emir to lift those restrictions on him and Joseph sleeping together. "Is it really your plan to overturn the powerful American nation? And are you going to install this American ex-serviceman as your puppet with that sixteen year old granddaughter of yours to control him?" Allie asked as he paced back and forth in front of the Emir. "If so -- if this is your plan - it is lunacy, pure lunacy." "Not only is it not lunacy," shouted the Emir, not used to being questioned in such a manner, "but it will come to pass and perhaps even sooner than either Fazzi or I thought!" "How can you say that, Your Eminence?" Allie protested. "Again I tell you it will never happen." "Yes it will! I have already established in the President's mind that I am a complete fanatic. And as such there seems to be no way for him to control me. However, he has seen that Yussef has my complete trust and as such he would make a good emissary or, perhaps, he might influence me and tend to calm me down. From what I saw, I think the President likes him. He might also think that, as Yussef's former Commander-in-Chief, he can get Yussef to reason with me and somehow keep me under control. Little does he know that it is Yussef who will control him and I who control Yussef. That was the reason I insisted that Yussef went with me when I went to meet the President after our confrontation at the UN. I wanted that idiot to get to know Yussef and perhaps to think he can trust him or perhaps to use him in some way. I wanted Yussef to also get to know the President. I think my little plan is working." "And what makes you think that your plan is working?" Allie asked. "This President would have to be a complete fool to fall for that." "It is working and that is the very reason it is working. This President is not only a fool but he is a complete idiot as well as a clown. He has no hint or clue as to what he is facing here." The Emir laughed, "Point number one, the cooperation we have been getting on Yussef's trip has been overwhelming. Point number two, the President went so far as to offer his own airplane as well as put his personal blessings on the visit. And point number three -- the President has requested that Yussef give him a full report of the trip when he returns." "And you think that Yussef's loyalty to you will help to bring this so called clown down? And what makes you think that Yussef will be willing to help you do it?" "Yes, he will not only help but sooner or later he will insist on it. Yussef is smart enough to see this man for what he is and Yussef will soon become disgusted with him. I think that, in short order, this disgust will turn Yussef into a Jihadist. That religious conversion, along with his marriage to my granddaughter will keep Yussef under my thumb. Then not only will he be willing to work with us, but he will take the lead and insist that we hasten the day when Islam replaces that corruption called democracy. And you, my dear Allie, just to make sure and as an added bit of insurance, I want you behind the scenes to make sure that Yussef is bound to us forever." "Yes I know that is your hope and since our last talk I have given this a lot of thought. However, I cannot do what you are asking me to do. No! I not only cannot -- I will not do it! I can no longer work for you." "You are refusing a direct order from me!" yelled the Emir. "Yes I am. How can I do this? You have lost faith in both my abilities and me. I love you and our cause, but unless you are willing to trust my judgment and give me a free hand again, I must refuse your request. You must change your mind. That is the only way that I know I will be able to restore my control over him. Are you willing to let me use whatever methods I think I might need to secure his loyalty? I can do it, but only if you let me do it my way. Once I have him in my power again I will control him absolutely. If you still want him to take your granddaughter as a wife he can, but neither you nor she will be permitted to interfere in our relationship again. She and Yussef can provide you with all the male heirs in the world, but you know for a fact, that as a Muslim wife, she will never be able to control him, not the way you may need to control him. In our culture it is the man that controls the wife not the wife who controls her husband. As his lover, not only can I control him but I will." "Perhaps you are right. If I agree to change my mind on this point you must promise me that you will be careful about the Worthington factor. At this time that factor cannot be jeopardized in any fashion. His son and the family can do us more harm than even the President of the United States." "Yes I know all about the Worthington clan. You know how much I hate them. It will be hard for me to control myself, but I promise you that at least until the overthrow, they will be safe from me. Afterwards, there will no longer be a need for any of them! ---- As a reward for my loyal service to you and the Emirate, you are to turn them over to me. I want them for my own. I want the honor of executing the parents with my own hands and I have some special plans for the son. I want that actor's ass. But that is in the future. Right now you must somehow find a way to make it known to Yussef that you no longer require him to give me up." "Allie, you have my word that I will do as you wish. When I see him, I will inform Yussef that I have had a change of heart and I will permit your 'friendship'. As far as the Worthingtons', after we come to power -- I, too, feel we will no longer need them -- you can have them. However, I warn you, be careful how far you push me. I am still the Emir." >>>>> "Well, if you two agree to come with me and be my guests we will leave in two days time." Joseph said. "Yes, oh yes, we would love to go," said Sarah Worthington as Joseph told her and her husband about his upcoming trip to the Middle East. "You're sure that it will be safe?" "Well when dealing with the Middle East there is always that tinge of danger and tension, but then again that is what makes it so interesting. However, putting that aside, both the President and I feel that this trip will not only be safe, but it may help to lower that tension. Since we will be the honored guests of his Eminence, we will be entitled to all the diplomatic perks of international hospitality. The Emir, himself, is going to plan and pay for our visit. He is very excited about having you join both of us in this tour. He spoke to the State Department and was told that the President himself has not only approved of the trip, but also offered to make Air Force One available. The Emir, not to be outdone, would have none of that and is sending his own plane instead and insists on supplying all security." Joseph told them. "Yes I know." Her husband interjected. "I did not tell you, Sarah, but this morning the President himself called me and almost ordered me to go. He told me he wants to get as much information as he can on this man as well as get my feelings on what he is up to. The Emir's speech at the UN really has him shook up and he wants every social, business and diplomatic channel open to him. He feels that there must be someway to try to reach this man. When he heard that Joseph had asked us to travel with him, he called me to tell me how glad he was that I might be going." "That is the face he shows to you and the rest of the world." Joseph said. "I have told him there is no way he can control that fanatic and I think he knows it now. He knows that sooner or later he is going to have to do something. The man will not go away. He must either neutralize or remove the man." "Joseph, what do you think our President will do? Do you think he will do anything?" "I think that this President of ours doesn't have the guts to do anything. He does not wish to get his hands dirty. Maybe he hopes that by my getting close to the Emir, I will somehow be able to do that for him. I am coming to the conclusion that he would like me to relieve him of the decision and execute the man for him. After all, it is not unheard of for a relative of an Arab leader to, shall we say, replace that leader. But, what he doesn't realize is, that while this happens all the time, it is unlikely that a non-Arab could do it." "I think you are being too hard on our President." Sarah said. "I think he really believes in his ability to talk sense into any man. Has he said anything that would lead you to think he is expecting you to kill the Emir?" "Absolutely not!" Joseph said. "Like most Americans, the President still hopes that it is possible to reason with fanatics. You would think that his experience with our congress would have enlightened him. If he is not able to control the members of his own political party, that more or less are supposed to agree with him, how can he hope to reason with a fanatic who is really out to overthrow him and makes no bones about it? One day, and I hope soon, he will realize that he must do whatever is possible to keep this man in check." "In check?" Sarah said. " So it has come to that. The world has become a big chess game and we are all players. Joseph tell me, are we pawns or major players?" "Sarah, the world and politics have always been a big chess game and we are all players. How big or how small I cannot hazard a guess, but it looks like we are about to find out." Joseph said as he prepared to leave for Paterson. "You will excuse me but I have to get back to the house as we are expecting the movers with Rich's stuff to arrive this afternoon and I want to be there to direct his moving in." "How is the move going?" Sarah asked. "Is there anything we can do to help?" "Everything is going well and Rich and I are both excited about setting up a home together. I know the house was Fazzi's, but I want to make it Rich's and mine. I am even planning on making certain changes that will remove all past traces of its former owner. It will be nice to have our own place and to live a more or less normal life." "Well you just let us know if there is anything you both need as a 'house warning gift'. Sarah said. "Dad and I would love to shop around for something." "We will let you know." He said as he kissed them good-bye. "Be prepared to leave in two days." The front hall of the main house looked like it was a factory production line. Boxes everywhere and in the middle of the confusion was Rich giving orders to the four moving men. "Well it's about time you got here." Richard said. "How are Mom and Dad? Were they surprised when you asked them? Are they going with you?" "Sorry it took a bit longer than I thought. Dad knew about it but mom was really shocked. They are going with me. Right now they are busy packing but they also want to know what we would want for a house warming gift." "A little help would be appreciated. I never realized that I had so much junk. You can help by moving these boxes upstairs into my room. The boxes marked in red are going over to the garage apartment. I have decided not to use it as my apartment but to set it up as an office where I can conduct business and meet with my agents. That way I can keep my personal and business life separated. I hope you approve of that arrangement." "Anything you want to do is OK with me. We can even arrange to have your business mail sent to the garage." Joseph said. "We can place two postal boxes on the main gate." "We can discuss that after I am moved. Now just help with some of these packages." Three hours later most of the stuff had been sorted out and moved. "It went faster than I thought it would. I think I will have time to shower and dress before I have to catch the bus to town and the theater. Want to share a shower with me before I leave for work? No hanky-panky. You understand that it is just for saving on our water bill, don't you?" "Well just in the interest of saving money!" Joseph said and took hold of Richard's hand and pulled him into the bedroom. "Oh, by the way, did I tell you that I'm having the balcony outside redone and they are going to install a hot tub out there? Then the whole thing will be enclosed in glass and made into our own semi-private escape pod. Just like the night of our second date...Remember?" "Ohhhhhh yessssss - do I remember! Dad paid for that little get away." Rich said. "It was the first time that I realized how much I really loved you and that you also loved me. Come to think of it --- that's where you also learned to suck coc---------." "Yes it was really where I learned to accept myself for what I was. It seems so long ago. Rich, was it really only that short a time ago? I feel like we have been together for much longer than two years." Joseph said pulling Richard into his arms and kissing him. "Things have changed an awful lot since then." "Oh! I really don't think so." Richard said, "we are still the same I think." "Are you kidding? You were a waiter in a downtown cafe working hard to support yourself while you attended acting school. And I was a Private in the army who had no money, no girl, with little or no future, who was trying to celebrate my twenty first birthday in a strange city. Now look at us -- You are a Broadway star and me -- I'm one of the richest guys around and I'm about to fuck the daylights out of you. Who would have thought??" "Enough of the preliminaries! Let's fuck!" Richard said laughing. "This so called Broadway Star has to still be on time for curtain time." And so Joseph took Rich and the two of them made love, first in the shower and then in bed and then once more in the shower. "Joseph, all I can say is that you sure improved since that first night!" "Well I had a good teacher. I think you better get your ass moving if you are going to make the opening curtain," Joseph said. "I have to start packing for the trip. After I finish I'll drive into the city and pick you up at the theater and take you out to a late supper. Then we have a few days rest and in two days you can drive me to the Airport where we'll meet your parents and you can see us off." Two days later after saying goodbye to Rich at the terminal gate, the three of them were greeted by the pilot and several well built security agents acting as stewards who welcomed them aboard the luxury aircraft. They were shown into a large seating area and told to strap themselves into their lounge chairs. "After takeoff and when we reach cruising altitude, you may get up and roam around if you like or you can use the two bedrooms in the rear to rest in. The steward will be glad to show you to yours. It will be a long flight, perhaps ten to twelve hours and you might want to get some rest. If you get hungry or want something to drink, just ring the bell and he will serve you whatever you desire. Usually we do not allow alcohol on board, but the Emir has made an exception for this flight." The pilot said saluting them smartly. "His Eminence and this crew wish you a pleasant journey and we will do anything to make it so." "Thank you Captain. I'm sure we will have only nice things to report to Eminence." Joseph said in formal Arabic as the three of them sat down in the overstuffed chairs and strapped in. "When are we taking off?" "As soon as the preflight inspection is complete and we get tower clearance." The captain said as he turned and walked up to the flight deck door. "Since this is a special priority flight I do not think it should take long -- perhaps in about fifteen minutes." Within a few minutes of his return to the pilot's deck the intercom announced, "Stewards, please prepare our guests for take off," at which point two young men came in, checked the passengers' seat belts, reported to the flight deck that all was ready and then sat in their own safety seats. The plane started to taxi and soon was airborne. When the craft had reached cruising altitude the stewards came and enquired if there was anything their passengers wanted to eat or drink. Joseph and the Worthingtons ordered drinks, lunch and started to chat about the trip. After lunch Joseph said he was tired and thought he would like to get some rest. "I think I will try to get some sleep. Rich and I had an active night last night, good-byes etc., and I am bushed and about to fall asleep anyway," he said as he asked the steward where his bedroom was. "I'll show you sir -- follow me." He said leading him to the rear of the plane and opening a door. "There are service buttons by the bed in case you need anything. Would you care for a sleeping pill?" "No, I think I will be able to fall asleep without one, thank you," he said as he backed into the room and closed the door. Turning around, he was shocked to see a familiar figure sitting in the chair by the bed. "Allie! What the hell are you doing here?" "His Eminence wanted to make sure that you had everything you needed to make your trip comfortable so he sent me to make sure all went well. He also wanted you to know that in case you needed a bed companion...." "You lying bastard, I don't believe you. After that talk he had with me about not having sex with Muslims," Joseph whispered. "You must be crazy to try to pull something like this. Besides, Mr. and Mrs. Worthington are right outside. They might hear something. You do love to live dangerously." "Yes, I do and that is what makes it so exciting. Come sit here on the bed, we have lots of time before we arrive and no one need know I am with you as the rooms are sound proof for your comfort. Yussef, my love, it has been hell for me. I have been so lonely and going crazy, since you thought you were forced to throw me out. We can make love and the Worthingtons will never know I was here. Afterwards I will be able to blend in with the crew when we get to Syria." The Three Day Pass Ch. 45 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. End of Chapter 44 "I was serious when I told you I wanted to become a good Muslim. Being a good Muslim requires that you submit to the will of Allah and his appointed teachers. This I intend to try to do. Now, get the hell out of here before I press the service button and have the steward come in and forcibly remove you!" * "But!" Allie said as he started to move toward Joseph. "Stop right there," Joseph warned as he picked up the buzzer and placed his thumb on the button. "Take one more step and I'll press this and have the security people throw you out of the plane over the ocean. I'm told that was one of my late father's favorite methods of disposing of his ex-lovers." "You wouldn't do that," said Allie with a smirk on his face, but, never the less, he stopped in his tracks. "Would you?" "Just try me!" Joseph said his blue eyes staring into Allie's now frightened eyes, "You know what they say, 'like father, like son'." "OK, I'll leave, but this is not the last you will see of me." Allie whispered and dropped his hands, turned, opened the door a bit to check that there was no one in the aisle and then left the room. After Allie left Joseph summoned the Steward and asked if he knew who the visitor was that had just left his room. "Yes, I do, sir," he said. "Is there anything wrong?" "He is to remain confined in the crew area for the remainder of the flight, even if you have to handcuff him. You may release him once we get off the plane. Do I make myself clear? "Yes sir, I'm sorry that happened. He told us you knew him, that you were good friends and he wanted to surprise you. I will take care of the problem and see to it that you will not be disturbed again." Joseph relaxed and locked the door and returned to his bed, lay down and was soon asleep. He woke up many hours later and again rang for the steward. There was a knock on the door and a voice said, "Steward here, sir. May I be of assistance?" Joseph got off the bed and opened the door and seeing it was the steward, he asked him in. "Steward, how much longer until we land." "About three hours. We are making good time. I was just about to wake you and ask if perhaps you would like something to eat now. I have just received a message from His Eminence detailing your welcoming at the airport. He has quite a ceremony set up." "Oh, he need not have gone to any trouble. I hope I will not embarrass either him or myself." "I'm sure you won't, sir. And just to make sure that all goes well; after you eat I can go over the arrangements and prep the three of you for the event. I'm sure you and the Worthingtons will do just fine. We will be landing and then we will taxi to a private V.I.P. area where the Emir and our President will be waiting to welcome you to Syria in the name of our people. The whole thing should not take too long." "The President?" Joseph said. "My, I guess we must be important." "I guess you are. The other passengers are also getting ready for dinner. We were just getting ready to serve them in about twenty minutes in the main stateroom. Would you like to join them now?" "Yes, that would be nice. I will wash-up, change my clothes and join them in a few minutes. What is the weather like in Damascus?" "This time of year; hot, very hot! I would wear something light. Are you sure you will be ready in twenty minutes?" "I should be." "Very well then, sir. Dinner in twenty minutes." Joseph washed and joined the others at the table where a nice meal was served. "This is not your usual airline food," Richard said. "I could even get used to this." "Yes, it is rather good. The steward was telling me that when we land there is to be a formal welcoming ceremony," Joseph said. "It appears that we are to get the 'Red Carpet' treatment." Then, seeing the look of anxiety on the faces of Sara and Richard, he added, "but we are not to worry because after we finish dinner, the steward will take us through the process step by step and prepare us." After dinner was finished and cleared away, the steward returned holding a small gift-wrapped box, which he placed on the table in front of himself. He then described how the plane would land and taxi up to a fenced-in area. "After the landing and taxi, the door will open and Joseph followed by the Worthingtons will alight the steps to the tarmac, where three children will present each of you with welcoming flowers. The Emir will then welcome you and introduce you to the President. The Emir's wife will then welcome Mr. and Mrs. Worthington and escort the two of you to one of the waiting air-conditioned limousines. Joseph will then be asked to review the Honor Guard after which the President will say a few parting words. He will then leave and Joseph and the Emir will travel together in his limo while the Worthingtons will travel in his wife's limo to His Eminence's home. That's all there is to it. Are there any questions?" They looked at each other and shook their heads indicating that they understood. "It sounds simple enough," Joseph said. "Is there anything else?" "Yes, one more thing. A rather delicate matter." The steward said shyly, as he picked up the box and handed it to Sara. "The wife of the Emir has asked me to present this welcoming gift to you. She picked it out herself. It is a black scarf and most married women in our country wear it in public. She wanted me to stress that this was not required but that she would like you to wear it over your hair, but only if it pleases you to do it." Sara opened the box and removed the sheer black lace scarf. "Oh! It's beautiful; I shall be pleased to wear it. Is this made in Syria? I would love to buy some more to give as gifts to my friends back home." The steward, smiling and heaving a sigh of relief said, "Yes ma'am, I think the Emir's wife had a shopping tour planned for you and you can ask her. I am sure she will be pleased to see that you not only like her gift, but are gracious enough to honor our customs." After they sat down in their seats, Joseph leaned over to Sara and whispered that she had handled her first test very diplomatically. "Now all I have to do is to get through the rest of the day without any problems." "I am sure you will do fine. Just be relaxed and be yourself. They will love you just as we do," she said. "Oh! Look out the window. I think the sun is coming up. In a few hours we will be on the ground and the welcome will be over and past us." Light as a feather the plane touched down and taxied to the gate. Joseph, looking out could see the welcoming committee. They were all standing under a canvas tarp, which made it look like a Bedouin encampment. The door opened and Joseph started down the steps and turned to assist Sara who was wearing the lace scarf with the ends flipped over her shoulders. Richard brought up the rear. When they were all on the tarmac, three girls came forward and presented each of them with flowers. Joseph bent his head to the girl and took the flowers with his left hand as she said in slightly accented English, "Welcome to Syria". Then taking her right hand in his, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it. The girl giggled and smiled and Joseph noticed a very pretty face, with the darkest brown eyes and whitest teeth he had seen in a long time. It reminded him of that first Friday in Fazzi's home when he had looked into the eyes of Fazzi's daughter. "What a lovely way to be welcomed." Joseph said and added, "Your English is excellent. Thank you my dear, we are very glad to be here." The girl bowed her head and moved to the side as the Emir came up and threw his arms around Joseph and welcomed him in true Arab style by kissing him on both cheeks. Joseph introduced the Worthingtons to the Emir and he, in turn, introduced the three of them to the President. After all the introductions were over, Joseph was asked to review the Honor Guard while Sara and Richard were taken over to an air conditioned limousine where they waited for the formal welcoming to end. After inspecting the Guard, the President said his goodbyes and The Emir and Joseph got into their limo and drove off followed by the other limo. "Most impressive, but totally unnecessary." Joseph said." You make me feel like I am a big shot or something." "Well, Yussef you are, as you say, 'a big shot'", the Emir said and asked, "I hope your flight was comfortable? Is there anything in particular you would like to see while you are here? Yussef, I do have a big tour planned but if there is something in particular you would like to see, just let me know and I will arrange it for you." "Jamaal," Joseph said using the Emir's name, "There is something that I would like to do first off, before we even go to your home--- if I can and it is not too much trouble for you." "And what might that be?" "I would like to visit my father's grave. These flowers that were given to me, I would like to place them on his grave and let him know that I have fulfilled one of his last wishes by coming to his country and also pay my respects to him." Joseph requested. The Emir tried almost unsuccessfully to choke back his tears... "Yes, my son, that would be a most fitting way for you to begin your trip," he said as he reached for the inter-com phone and directed his driver to change course and also to inform the other limo of the change in plans. "I hope the Worthingtons will understand this side trip?" "Oh, they most likely will. Have you forgotten that they both knew and respected Fazzi almost as much as I did? I am sure they will want to pay their respects as much as I do. I hope this is not a problem for you." "No, no problem at all," said the Emir. "By the way, how did you like the girl that presented you with the flowers." "She was very beautiful and poised." Joseph said a bit warily. "A most lovely way to be greeted." "I'm glad you think so. She is my granddaughter, your future wife. I wanted you to meet her and see if you like her. I think she was taken with you. I could see the light in her eyes when you kissed her hand." The Emir said. "The other two were also my granddaughters. If she does not please you, perhaps one of the others will." "You swindling, devious and treacherous old goat," Joseph said shaking his finger at the old man, "if I wasn't so pleased with the prospect of taking that lovely creature to my bed when she becomes a woman, I would take you over my knee and spank you." "I take it then that you will accept her as your wife and are not angry with me for my deception?" "No, I am not angry at you for that, but I am very displeased with you for something else you seem to have done." "What is that? Tell me and I will make it right!" The Emir said placing his right hand over his heart. "I want no barriers between you and me." "It is this problem with Allie and me." Joseph said and he then told him about the incident on the plane. "That idiot! I did not know that he had stowed away on the plane. Yussef, my son I will confess to you, we have a problem with Allie. I say we because it is a problem, which you will have to help me solve. Your father, Fazzi, made all kinds of promises of advancement to him when he took him on as an assistant. And to tell the truth, I too, might have compounded the problem. As a result of these promises he has developed these delusions of grandeur and has developed hopes of replacing me as Emir someday. I assure you that there was not and never will be any chance of that! The man never had the tact or brains for that to ever become a possibility. However since you have entered the picture, he has become very jealous and downright dangerous. He has become what you could call 'a young Turk' and has attracted a small but strong following. It appears that it has now developed to a point where even I must be careful not to hurt his feelings. It would appear that his feelings for you have always been strong. Stronger than either Fazzi or I could have thought. They have taken over his mind and, for the time being, there are things that I must do in order to control him. That is where you come in," the Emir said as they passed through the gates of the cemetery. "Ahhhhh, here we are. We are approaching your father's grave now. We will talk of this privately later at home when we have more time." The cars stopped and they got out and approached the gravesite on foot. It was a beautiful site with a marble stone containing Fazzi's name, along with his rank and listed his service to the nation. Joseph and the Worthingtons placed their flowers on the grave and Joseph stepped back a bit and gave the grave a snappy military salute and said in Arabic, "I'm sorry I'm not in uniform, I know how you loved to see me that way Dad, but I am no longer in the service and my civilian clothes will have to do." He stood there at attention for a few moments and then did a snappy about face and walked back to the car. "That was very respectful of you Yussef. I am sure that Fazzi returned your salute." The Emir said with tears in his eyes as he closed the door and ordered the driver to continue on to the residence. Later, after the visitors had settled themselves in their rooms, the Emir took the time to continue his discussion about Allie. "Allie thinks he has me in a corner. And for now, that is how I want him to feel," the Emir stated. "I know I told you that you were not to continue your liaisons with him. I said it because that first night when I stayed at your home I suspected, for some reason, that you did not like having these relationships with him. It appeared to me that you were only looking for a valid reason to stop them anyway. And I was only too happy to provide you with one. Was I right in this assumption?" "Was it that apparent? I did not know it showed that much," said Joseph. "Yes, by then I had realized that our affair was a mistake right from the beginning." "Anyway, I knew you wanted to be a proper Muslim so I provided you with this chance and you proved your fidelity by kicking him out. However, he has now threatened to do damage to me by joining with others and he would like to force me to announce him as my successor. This, I cannot permit. If ever there was anyone so totally unfit to take my place, it is Allie. After much debate, he reluctantly agreed to bow to my will on this but he has named his price for his continuing his support of me. That price is, to put it disgustingly, your body. For now he must be contained. I will not force you to do this. Do you think you can help me? Will you help me?" "If you want me to sleep with him again—the answer is no!" Joseph said. "Like I said before, he caught me at a bad time, right after Fazzi's death. I made a mistake then and I'm not going to do it again." "Not even if I ask you to do it for my sake?" "I would do anything for you, Jamaal, but this is too much to ask of me...." "Then, Yussef, you leave me with only one option and that is to have him killed and I don't want to do that if I don't have to," the Emir said. "The man has rendered useful service to both me and our cause and I would not want his blood on my hands. Perhaps you could pretend to like him, at least until you are married and have given me a legitimate heir. By then our people will have gotten to know you and both you and your offspring will be viewed as my rightful and legitimate replacement and heir. As such, he will have no choice but to recognize you as Emir." "There is one other solution, if you want to keep your hands free of his blood --- I could do it for you." Joseph whispered. The Emir was shocked. "You would do that for me?" "Well, if there is no other way." "It may come to that but if it does, I will be the one that does it, not you. I don't want you to enter as Emir with blood on your hands. In any event, for now we must refrain from such extreme means." "So, for now, you are telling me to pretend to love him? You want me to lower myself to be a male prostitute for you." "How crude! But yes, and not only will he be controlled, but as an added benefit, as his confidant, you will then be in a position to learn all his plans and report them to me. I'm sure you will find the means to entice them out of him." "Jamaal, you are a sneaky old goat," Joseph laughed, "you would sell your own flesh and blood for power." "Not only for power but just for the fun of it, to say nothing about the possibility of making a profit also. After all, I'm an Arab! That is the way we do things and if you are to be a member of this family, you had better get used to it my boy." "Jedi (my Grandfather), I love you. Your will is my will! Your command is my order! This is really going too far, however, for you and for the sake of our family and the new Caliphate I will have to find some way to do this and keep my honor at the same time." "I love the way your are now thinking of yourself as part of my family. I'm sure you will find a way, but again, don't concern yourself too much with your honor---learn to be an Arab." For the next two weeks Joseph and the Worthingtons traveled all over the Middle East, visiting hospitals, refugee camps, schools and the homes of both rich and poor people. Joseph asked and was asked lots of questions. While he could see that the need was very great, Joseph could also see that the means of alleviating much, if not all, of the problems was right there in the area. There was really no need to collect all that money from the poor people in Paterson and distribute it here. There is money and wealth locally right here in overabundance. However, the rich refused to share their wealth or to help those less fortunate then themselves. Instead, they chose to throw away their prosperity in the gambling and whorehouses of Europe, while keeping the poor at home in very horrid conditions and situations. Food, water and sanitary conditions were beyond belief. Alongside these miserable humans lived people who just didn't care or else used them to fill their own pockets with money made from the resale of food and supplies of donated medical equipment. Even the UN was involved. Joseph was told, over and over about how one after another of the UN's officials were lining their pockets with graft. How some of the UN soldiers gave arms and aid to the Hezbollah and other terrorists. Even the Secretary General's family was involved. The last week of their visit, Joseph asked Sara and Richard if they thought there was any hope for these people. "Yes there is hope but it is fast becoming a quagmire. Education would help, but as soon as they graduate, they leave the area for Europe or America." Richard said sadly. "I have seen more hope among the untouchables of India than I see here. At least there most of the people in power are interested in helping the poor. Here they are just using them to ferment more problems and sickness. Here, rather than statesmen, we have political troublemakers in charge. They do not care if their people survive or not. In fact, I think they would rather they didn't. These poor people are their means of staying in power and if they could retain that power without them, they would be glad to sell them out. The social and religious factors are stacked against them. Perhaps a complete social and religious revolution will help change the situation, but I still doubt it will help.' The Three Day Pass Ch. 46 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. End of chapter 45 Then it happened. The explosion. Like a hundred guns going off at one time. They came together. Allie shot out a warm, sticky fluid flood between their bodies and the two of them collapsed, exhausted but now drained of emotion and love fluids. Chapter 46 Saturday came and the Emir's residence was all decked out in decorations. The 'Great Room' was turned into a huge Bedouin tent. The only thing missing was the sand underfoot. Tables had been set up with enough food and delicacies to feed thousands although only half that amount of guests had been invited. The general public had known of the Emir's party for days and had gathered outside the estate's main gate in hopes of seeing some of the dignitaries, or perhaps, even by chance, crashing the party. However, security was very tight and they had to content themselves with the left over food which was to be freely distributed after the guests had their fill. Everyone of any importance in the Muslim world had come to meet and see this foreigner who was to become the future husband of the Emir's favorite granddaughter. Everyone knew that this union would most likely be His Eminence's last chance to procure a male heir of his own choosing. It was well known that the Emir had absolutely no use for the husbands of either of his two daughters. They were both idiots and the fact that neither marriage had produced a male heir did not endear either of the men to the public. The one bright spot in those marriages was the fact that the public could see the joy that the grandchildren brought to the Emir. They knew that he adored the eldest girl and if he had picked Joseph to be her husband, they wanted to meet him. No one wanted to miss this opportunity. If Joseph or his son was indeed to become the leader, then they all wanted to be able to say that they were there at the beginning. What better way to ingratiate themselves with both the Emir and his future heir? The Emir had informed Joseph that this was but the first step leading to the union of the two young beings. There would be many more such 'tests'. "These people know that I will not permit a union to take place until you have undergone a complete conversion," he told Joseph. "They know that I would never willingly permit the marriage of my most precious jewel to an uncircumcised infidel. Politics, this is all politics. I just want to get their feelings on your suitability. It is a politically astute way of, shall we say, preparing them for your future role as a member of our household. I hope you don't mind all the fuss." "No I don't mind. It is sort of like our custom of having the parents throw an engagement party for the couple so that the families can get to know each other. I think you are very wise in doing this. It will make it so much easier later on." Joseph told him. "From what Allie told me, I think this is the best way for you to introduce me to our world." "My son, if I were you, I would not worry too much about what Allie says. You must keep in mind that he is a fellah (a peasant) and to us he will always remain one. There are those who rule and those who are ruled. He is not from the rulers. You on the other hand, with my blessings, can and will become Emir someday. You will be the ruler, and our guests know this and want to assure themselves that you are what I say you are. Here, you will meet the royalty of not only the Arab world but the Muslim world as well. Without their backing, almost nothing happens. Yet, while it is important for you to impress them, they are not in the inner circle. Those, you will meet with in private later. They are the leaders and MY shock troops of the Jihad, the real Islamic force. They alone are the ones you must impress. "And what if they oppose me and still do not accept me?" "Well, I shall then listen to their objections and weigh all the evidence and study the problem carefully – and then do what I want to do anyway because I control them and not the other way around. While it is important that the rabble have their chance to vent their feelings, you must remember that they are still rabble. However I am not worried. You will make them love you. In you they will think they see whatever it is they want to see. You will make them love you, but even more important – you must make them fear you!" "Why should I do that?" "Fear is what controls them. It always has and always will. Since I had no male heir, your father, Fazzi, was next in line. He also had no male heir until he adopted you. Now, you his son, will marry my granddaughter and you will rule in your own right. Since both Fazzi and I saw something in you and were willing to have you as a member of our family, they will also come to see what we saw. Then nothing can prevent you from rising to be the Emir after me." He laughed and then whispered to Joseph, "Not even I could prevent it. They will praise Allah for the right to serve you. Just talk from your heart and all will be well. Love, hate and fear are all the same thing with them. If they see what I see - our world will be open to you, and not Allie nor anyone else can stop you." "But what should I say? What should I do?" "Say whatever you want and what you feel. They must feel that what you say is what you mean in your heart. Just remember that our God is great, 'Allah Akbar' and if your heart is right, he will be in your heart and the words will come from Him. Do not worry; you will do just fine, my son." Joseph, timid at first, soon warmed up and turned on his best personality and the day went well. It turned out much better than either he or the Emir had hoped. All of the guests took a liking to him and, while they might not have approved of some of the things he said, they soon realized why the Emir had chosen him. To each of them, he appeared to be a fresh breeze that added hope. Perhaps he might even be the Al-Mahda, the promised one. After they left, the Emir took Joseph into another part of the residence. Waiting to meet him were Allie and a small group of men. Joseph recognized most of the others. He had seen most of their pictures on wanted posters at F.B.I. headquarters in Newark. "So this is the American that Fazzi told us about. Not only did you win over our revered Fazzi, but now our friend Allie tells us that he not only knows you and loves you, but that you are also to be trusted. In fact, trusted just like one of us. Tell us, Mr. American, should we trust you? And if so, why?" The Emir started to object to the manner in which the question was raised but Joseph politely stopped him by placing one hand on the Emir's shoulder and raising the other in the manner of a policeman. "If you please, your Eminence, they have asked a question which they have every right to ask. It is an important one and I want to try to answer it," Joseph stated. "First of all, I would like to thank Allie for his recommendations. Most of you are aware of my feelings for Allie, but you would be fools to trust what he says. The one thing that I do know is that none of you are fools. If you were fools, most of you would have either been hung or in jail by now. And I'm sure none of you would have risen to your positions of leadership if you had placed your trust in the word of a man like Allie alone. Do not misconstrue what I am saying. I love Allie, I respect Allie, but at times I question his commitment to the true principals of Islam and Jihad as I must question both myself and everyone else. Our faith is a matter of questioning and when we stop questioning, that is when we will witness the downfall of Islam." Most of them nodded their heads in agreement and then their spokesman asked, "How then shall we know that you are worthy to be the Emir's heir?" "Both my late father and the Emir have told me that they feel I am worthy of this great honor. To tell you the truth, I am not worthy, and at this point I really don't think I ever will be. However, the Emir, for some reason known only to himself and Allah, tells me that I am or will soon be ready. Perhaps if you would ask me questions and see how I respond to them, Allah might show you the way also. I will try to answer them as best as I can and you will either find or not find the answers you seek." They grilled him for three hours. Then their spokesman asked the question that was on all of their minds, "If you were to take over, would you change our methods of operation." "I do not know what they are... But one thing you can be sure of... by the time I become Emir, I'm sure that His Eminence would have prepared me completely. During this training period we would review every point and see what works and what doesn't. Once in power, I will change things and that you can bet on. If we are looking for victory, then those things that do not work must be discarded and those that do work must be made to work better. For now, from what I can see, there is very little that is working right." That last remark started an uproar. Now it became the Emir's turn to put up his hand and act as a traffic policeman. "What do you expect him to say? As of now he knows nothing of our operations. He has seen only what the western news media has allowed him to see. As an ex-military man, he cannot help but bring his own expertise and knowledge to us. I myself, yes even I, have found his advice useful and, in time, with my training and yours as well, I do hope he will be able to make any changes that will be needed. By that time he will be able to convince you of their validity. Until then he has Allah, Allie and myself to turn to for help... and it is my wish and hope that you will also make your knowledge available to him." "But how can we trust him?" "Another fair question!" the Emir said, "did you like my speech before the U.N.?" "You know we did!" said the spokesman. "Did not all of us tell you that we not only approved of it but thought it was long overdue? Did we not all send messages of our support and congratulations?" "Well I will let you all in on a big secret, one which must not get out of this room!" the Emir said. "The ideas and most of the language came from Yussef's head. He did everything but write it. He even accompanied me and helped me force the President of the United States almost to his knees. It was he, not I, that made that man fearful of us. Yussef will, when his time comes, make me look like a weakling." "No one can do that, Your Eminence," laughed a few of the leaders there. "Your will is our law!" "Then stop this questioning and accept my will and that of Allah. I give you the future Emir, my granddaughter's future husband, Yussef ibn Fazzi Muhammad." Later in bed, Allie was furious with Joseph. "How could you make me look like I was an idiot?" he shouted. "I did not make you look that way. I could not let them think that I was your underling. Was it not enough that I as much admitted we were lovers to that band of cutthroats? I established you as my lover and teacher. Now accept the fact that I held my own and even might have caused them to see you as more than the 'Fellah' that they always thought you were. I know how you feel. Was I not a dirt farmer myself? Are we not two of a kind? Allie, you and I are the same. Nothing but dirt farmers! And together we will show these bastards that we are just as good as they are, if not better! Now forget your anger and let's make this last night together here one to remember." "Habibi, you know I think I am beginning to believe that you will make one hell of an Emir. Perhaps even in spite of me." The next morning as Joseph and the Worthingtons got ready to go to the airport, The Emir pulled Joseph aside and told him that his granddaughter would like to say goodbye to him in private. At first he was a little wary, but after being convinced that it was all right, he entered a room to find the girl in there and alone. "Why are you alone? Where are your guardians and your chaperones? You know we are not to meet together until the marriage." "Do you think I might need them or are you that traditional? I was led to think that Americans were modern and might sweep away the old ways." She said with her eyes toward the ground. "I must tell you the truth. Until I met you I was only willing to enter into this arranged marriage for my Grandfather's sake. For his sake alone, but not with my heart, I would do what my Grandfather ordered. Now having seen you, I wanted to know if you and I could have a love relationship rather then just an arranged marriage." "It is true that our marriage has been arranged and that is the way it has to be," Joseph told her looking into those beautiful dark eyes, "but that does not mean that there will not be love. You are beautiful and I'm sure that when you become of age, I will be more than happy to teach you all about love. We will find and learn about love together. It will be something to look forward to, but we must wait." He reached for her hand and turned it palm up and placed his lips on it. She threw both her arms around his neck and pulled him down and kissed him on the lips. A kiss that was passionate, long and deep. Such passion Joseph had not expected. She pulled him into a tight embrace and he could feel the heat of her young body as it attempted to draw him into her. Her tongue entering his mouth, searching and probing, like a skilled woman of the night, her young body pressing against him. Joseph pulled away a bit and said, "Well I'm glad to see that I will not have to start from square one. You do know how to kiss, habibi. Oh yes, my dear, you will make me very happy and I plan to make you happy, but I'm glad that we must wait." "We don't have to wait! I want you today, now!" "I can't take you as my wife today. Our marriage would not be recognized in the States. I would be arrested and sent to jail. I could get twenty years. I do not want to wait that long to take you to my bed as my legal wife." "You could stay here as my husband!" "Your grandfather and I have work to do in the United States and I can not do it in Jail." Joseph said, kissing her again. "So you see, we do have to wait, but this wait will only make it better when we can finally share our love and lives together legally. Good bye my love, I will miss you." Joseph rejoined the Emir and shook his finger at him. "You did it again, you old fox." "I only wanted to give you a small taste of your future," the Emir whispered into his ear. "Perhaps now, you will not want to wait so long. Maybe only a year?" "You do tempt me sorely but you have your laws and I have mine. I charge you with her care and want you to keep her pure for me," he said as he kissed him goodbye Arab style and got into the car and drove off. The flight home was uneventful. Rich was at the airport to meet them and drove his parents home to the Island and then Joseph to Paterson. As they drove up the front drive, Joseph let out a gasp as he saw the change in the second story. There was a glass-enclosed porch and, while he could not see it from the road, he knew that it enclosed the new hot tub. "My God when did they install it? Is it ready to use?" "Two days ago." Rich said, "I could deceive you and say that I waited until you came home to try it out, but the temptation was too great for me to resist and I've used it twice. I'm sorry!" "Well I guess I will have to spank you, you stinker." "Promises – Promises. That's all I ever get from you!" They got out of the car and were met by the housekeeper, who threw her arms around Joseph in welcome. "I am so glad to see that you have returned safely. Was the trip successful? I was so worried about you. I missed having you underfoot. I have prepared your favorite foods, but you must tell me everything you did and saw." "I will tell you everything and give you a full report later. Was Mr. Worth a good boy while I was gone?" Joseph asked. "Did he give you any trouble?" "No trouble at all," she whispered. "He is more like a puppy dog than a spoiled Broadway star." She smiled. "If I was bothered – it was not by him but rather by some of the community who keep asking me to get his autograph or his picture. Autographs and pictures I could get – but - some of the other requests, from the younger girls, made me blush. If their mothers knew what they requested, they would all be thrashed to within an inch of death. I have had hundreds of job applications submitted to me for additional help that I did not advertise for. If this keeps up, I will soon have to hire someone just to answer all of them." 'Well we will have to do something about that. Come to think about it, it just might be a good idea to hire a secretary to take care of that problem," Joseph said winking at Richard. "What do you think, Rich?" "Yes, perhaps a nice older man about 40 or so. Someone to handle my mail and perhaps to keep our housekeeper happy." "You, Mr. Broadway, have a dirty mind," she snapped at him, but with a smile, as she turned and walked into the house. "Dinner at the usual time. Shish Kabobs." Later, after they had eaten and when they were alone in their rooms, Joseph's cell phone rang and seeing who the caller was, he picked it up. "Yes, Bill, I just got back and I'm beat. What's new here?" "The man wants to see you. Take the 7AM plane out tomorrow and he will have a car waiting at the airport for you. I do not think you will need me to sneak you into the White House this time." "No, it will not be needed from now on as the Emir wants me to act as his representative. He was expecting me to be called to the White House. He would like me to set up some kind of liaison with the boss and meeting in secret will not be helpful." "If you think so, but be careful." Joseph called the Emir and in Arabic told him of the summons from the White House. "Good," said the Emir. "I was expecting that. Now you tell him whatever he wants to know. Remember, I want you to act as my representative and perhaps set-up a working relationship with him. We have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Charm him and make the fool feel that I can be reasoned with." "If that is what you want. It will be difficult to do that since your last meeting with him did not convey those feelings to him. But I will do my best." "I know you will and I also know you will somehow have him eating out of both our hands in short order. Yussef, we all miss you here. Me, most of all, but your future wife keeps asking me why I don't order you back here. She is making a pest of herself. I think she really has fallen in love with you and that you really want her for a wife. We have decided to send her away to a special school where she will be taught the finer things of satisfying a western man." "Jamaal, you may not believe this, but I think I have fallen for the little vixen. No, do not do that. Do not send her away. I forbid it. I want a traditional Muslim wife in my bed, not some schooled western whore!" "I'm sure you can use both and one night you may want her to act as a whore, another night as a female slave. I am only looking after your complete happiness, as I would not like to see you going to other sources for your sexual pleasures. It is for her benefit as well as yours." The Three Day Pass Ch. 47 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. The end of Chapter 46 "Agent Benson, I think I know you well enough to know that I can trust your judgment. The former President, whom I still confer with and both his and my own F.B.I. directors, have told me over and over that of all the men they had working for them you were the only agent that they trusted. They trusted your judgment so much they even let you have direct access to the President and he in turn respected you enough to give you his special telephone number. It is the one piece of his advise that I do not regret having taken and that number as well as my office is still open to you 24/7..." Chapter 47 "Are you sure you packed everything you're going to need?" "Yes, for God's sake, I'm only going to be in L.A. for a week," said Rich. "It's not like I'm going to be gone for a long time. If I should forget something, there are plenty of stores where I can get anything I need. Stop being a mother hen. Besides, if you need me, you will be able to call me at my cousin's house on Mullholland Drive. I'll be staying there. I left you the number and you always have my cell. I was only supposed to go for that screen test but as I've never been out there, she asked me to stay a few extra days and see the country. I thought I would maybe rent a motorcycle and travel around for a few days." "Great! I just don't want to hear that you went partying and playing around." "Same goes for you, babe." Rich said. "You know I'm a real homebody now. Moving in here with you in Paterson has tamed me and I feel like I want to stay here for the rest of our lives. I really don't like the Hollywood thing, but I feel that I have to give this a shot." "Just remember that if this doesn't work out, there's always the stage or maybe a TV series." Joseph said. "Besides, you can always play the part of the 'Kept Mate' in the little household drama we have going here. I have enough money to keep us both happy for many, many years." "As much as I love being your 'live in girl friend', I have to work in order to fulfill my creative artistic side." Richard said. "Now if I were a girl, I would be able to have your child and thereby satisfy most of my creative abilities." "Listen lover, we could always adopt a child, if that would make you happy." "What makes me happy is just being with you! We don't need a child to make us happy, but it would make my parents very happy." Rich said as he locked his suitcase and placed it by the door. "Look, I'll call you when I get into L.A. I can't promise anymore than that, but I will try to call every other night before I go to bed. Will that be O.K.?" "Yes, that's fine." Joseph said as he took Rich into his arms and kissed him. "I think it's time to go now." Joseph helped Richard into the car and drove him to the Airport where he saw him off and then went into work. Later in the day he was startled to hear the intercom on his desk buzzing. The voice of his secretary informed him that Allie was in the waiting room and he would like to see him. "Show him in, please." There was a knock on the door. "Enter," called Joseph, and Allie came in and closed the door. Walking up to the desk he stopped and looked at Joseph with genuine concern, "You look tired, Habibi. Is something wrong?" Allie asked. "Oh, a bit of Jet lag, I guess. Just dropped off Rich at the airport. He's off to L.A. for a week to do some screen test." "A screen test - does that mean that he might be away for a long time." "Well I hope not. It's just a screen test, but if it goes well he could be there for a while." "The house must seem lonely. Do you want some company? Both of us are suffering from jet lag and I hear you had a hot tub installed. I could use some relaxation myself. Why not tell that cook to take the evening off and I will treat you to a Turkish body massage? We could even order in some of those hamburgers you like." "Sounds like a good idea, but I have to beg off for tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I'm a bit too tired tonight." "Nonsense! Allie said and he walked around behind Joseph and placed his strong fingers on his shoulders and started to manipulate and knead his neck and shoulder muscles. "There, doesn't that feel good, my love." "Ohhhh yes, wonderful," he whispered as he leaned his head back and reached up and pulled Allie's face to his and kissed him. "You are a desert fox and you have such strong talented fingers." "The better with which to squeeze your wonderful body to me. It has been four days since we were together. I can't wait another day. I must have you tonight." "Easy, my fox, your teeth are sharp and biting me." Joseph complained as Allie started to nibble on Joseph's throat." "The better to eat you!" "You are beginning to sound more like the wolf in the 'Little Red Riding Hood' story. However lover, I am going to have to act like the Woodsman and cut you down right now. No, as much as I would like to - no, not tonight. But let's do it tomorrow night. I promised Rich's parents I would eat at their place tonight." "Tomorrow night then and tell that damn house keeper of yours to take a few days off. You need some time to catch up with yourself. We can look after ourselves. It might not be a bad idea if you decided to get rid of her permanently. I never liked her to begin with. She is always in the way. Watching over you and I know she doesn't approve of me." "Don't push your luck, baby. You start bossing me around and I'll toss your ass out of here. She cleans the house and cooks better than you. She can also manage my household, does the laundry as well as the windows! When you think you can do all that -- let me know. Now let's get to work! I want to go over that list of activities that the fund is going to help. I think it's time to spend some of this money." "I won't push it, but you really must stop treating her like she was something special. She is just a woman." Allie said. "But to get back to the funding business, that inter-faith organization you told me to form is coming along slowly. While we decided on joint chairmanship, we are having trouble with the Christians," Allie said. "They keep wanting to include some language about Sudan, the Kurds and about women's rights." "And what about the Jews?" asked Joseph. "Are they not a problem for us?" "I was shocked that we did not have much of a problem with them. I think that they were so surprised that we would sit down and talk together that they are waiting to see how YOUR Christian brothers handle us before they choose up sides." "They are not my Christian brothers anymore. The Emir has converted me." "Yes, but that is a secret conversion. Anyway, the Inter-Faith Council is working slowly. But it is working." "You just keep at it. We just might have started something good here," Joseph said laughing. "Maybe Old Sadat was right. Speak soft but carry a big pipe. Anyway keep me informed on your progress. How is the Paterson Imam taking all of this?" "Very well, now that he has seen how the Emir has welcomed you in Syria. I think he now likes the idea. It gives him a chance to meet and talk with other clergy on an equal footing." "O.K. Keep him happy. I'm going to meet Richard and Sarah and go to the Island for dinner. See you tomorrow and I will tell the housekeeper about the next few days. I might even tell her to be nice to you in the future." "I would rather you fired her, but come to think of it, the day after tomorrow I have to make a trip up to that camp we were at and talk to them about some program changes for next year." "I thought we were not going to fund them!" "Well I thought I might get them to change some of their focus and perhaps we would be able to reconsider them next year. They do a lot of good by working with those boys and keeping them off the streets in summer." "Well, if they agree to our changes, and lay-off the military stuff, I promise to reconsider their request for funding. We might even provide full scholarships for all the campers." After Allie left his office, Joseph called Sarah and Richard and asked if he could come over for dinner. "As you know, Rich left for L.A. and I'm at loose ends." Joseph said. "I just feel lonely and need some company." "No problem. We would love to have you." Joseph went and spent a nice evening talking over their past trip and their conversations with the President. "You go into the dining room and I'll serve you breakfast," she said. Sitting down at the dining room table, he looked over the morning paper. When she served him his eggs he asked her to sit down and have a cup of coffee with him. "We have to talk." "Yes sir, is there anything wrong?" "Yes there is. It has nothing to do with your service here. Both Rich and I are extremely satisfied with you. However, there is the problem of Mr. Balbak. Allie does not like you for some reason. He says you are cold and ...." "Rude? Is that the word you are looking for?" she asked. "Yes, rude. That's what he says but I have never noticed it myself," Joseph said. "Is this true and if so, why?" "Maybe I have been rude. To tell the truth, I just don't like him. He treats me like most Arab men treat their women. And I'm not his woman! He makes me feel uneasy when he is here." "He does have that way about him, but unfortunately I have to meet with him here from time to time. I shall try to keep our meetings to as few as I can. As you know, Mr. Balbak is my second in command on the fund and we have to have private meetings. Some of these may last for hours into the night and he might stay over from time to time. On those occasions, I think it would be best if you were not here. I don't want to lose your service so you can take the time off with pay." "Well that will not be necessary, I will try to be nicer to him for your sake. Will that be O.K.?" "That would be nice, but no, I'm afraid that would not solve the problem. He just doesn't want you here and rather than letting you go, I think it would be better if you were not here then," Joseph told her. "And another thing - you are not to tell anyone about his extended visits here and that includes Mr. Worth, who like you, doesn't like Allie. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir, I do and I would never tell Mr. Worth anything that would hurt him." "Good. The next few days you may take off. Mr. Balbak will be here and will be sleeping over. We will be cooking for ourselves. I will call you at home when I want you to come back to work." "Yes Sir, I will leave about one this afternoon. In the meantime, I will clean up the kitchen," she said as she left the room. Damn it, he thought, that did not come out the way I wanted. I'll have to make it up to her somehow. All of a sudden he heard a frightening scream emanating from the kitchen. When he ran in, he found that the housekeeper had cut her finger on the sharp edge of a can that she had opened and was bleeding profusely. He quickly grabbed a clean white washcloth, wet it and used it to apply pressure to the wound. After a while he thought he had stopped the bleeding. "Well, it looks like it might be stopping," Joseph said, "but we better take you upstairs and clean it out and bandage it up properly." Despite her protests of being able to take care of it herself, he led her up stairs still applying pressure to the wound, which had continued to seep blood. Finally it stopped and Joseph was able to clean the cut and apply a butterfly to keep the wound closed. Then he applied a bandage and gave the bloody dishcloth a few rinses in the sink and then put the badly stained thing into a plastic bag and threw it into the hamper. "Maybe it will come clean in the wash. If not, we can throw it out. You, don't worry about it now. Right now I want you to go home and call the doctor and have him look at it. I want you to rest and not worry about anything. I can clean up here before I have to leave for the office." Later that day as Joseph was leaving the office, Allie called to tell him he was going to stop off and pick up some 'take out' and that he would meet him at about six o'clock in Paterson. "Did you take care of the housekeeper as I asked you to do?" "Yes. I told her to take a few days off and I also informed her not to be rude to you." "A lot of good that will do!" "I almost fired her for you. Is that what you want? Just remember, good help is hard to find these days. Don't treat her like a slave, She works for me - not you." "I'll try. By the way have you heard from Mr. Worth? How is he doing out there?" "I heard this morning. He is going to take his screen test this Friday and the results will be known by Monday. He says he likes it out there and he is staying at his cousin's house and the view is fantastic." Joseph said. "Oh where is he staying?" "I don't know. He has relatives that live on Mullholland Drive." "That is some area, very rich and a lot of movie people live up there." Allie said. "Maybe he will like it out there and decide to stay there." "Now that's a wonderful thought. That might solve our problems. You would love that. Then you could move in here with me." Joseph teased him. "Anytime you want that, just say the word and I'll arrange it," Allie threatened. "Now behave yourself!" Joseph cautioned. "I'll meet you at the house." About 6 PM the doorbell rang and Joseph found Allie waiting on the doorstep with a large bag of Burger King Hamburgers and French fries. "I know how much you like wine so I brought a bottle of Red. I'd better put it on ice," Allie said as he came in and walked into the kitchen and put the bottle in the refrigerator. Joseph followed him in. He noticed that he moved a few of the containers away to make room for the wine and then closed the door. "Shall we set the table and get ready to eat now?" Allie asked. "This feels like we are an old married couple and we are spending the evening at home." 'Yes it does, doesn't it?" Allie smiled and grabbed Joseph, kissed him, and then said, "I have to go back to the car to get my suitcase. Since I will be leaving directly from here to go to the camp in the morning, I brought a few changes of clothes as well as my attache case. That way I won't have to go back to pick up my bag in the morning." "Good idea, babe," Joseph said when their lips parted. "Do you want the wine with dinner or after when we are soaking in the tub?" "Let's do it after the tub but before we head to bed. We can drink a toast or two to our new arrangement. Tonight, I might even wish to 'paint the town a bit red' as you westerners say." "Now what has got you in such a good mood? I thought you did not drink." "Another bit of your western misconception. I do drink when I feel the need to celebrate, and I feel that way tonight!" "Well then, let me in on the reason for your sudden exuberance." "Nothing special, except that I just feel that we are going to enter a new plateau in our relationship tonight." Allie, realizing that he was talking too much and sort to change the subject said, "Besides, I am really very happy with the way things went in Syria. I heard from His Eminence this morning and not only he but everyone was pleased and delighted with you and welcomed your forthcoming marriage. You sold just about everyone. And now with Mr. Worth possibly moving to L.A. - things are looking up. We do have lots to celebrate my love, and celebrate we will!" Bullshit, Joseph thought, something is up. He had never seen Allie acting this way. He had seen him happy, but this was different. Something secret, something he almost was about to tell him, but... somehow couldn't. "Well, I'm glad to see you so happy," Joseph smiled and then thought it better not to press the point at this time. Maybe later when he has a few drinks in him, and his mouth is a little looser. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable and we will have dinner. Get your bags and bring them up to my room. Unpack and undress and put on the robe that I laid out on my bed for you." A few moments later he came back with his luggage and took it to Joseph's room and in a few minutes returned, dressed in the robe. "MMMMMM you look great in that robe." Joseph said as he checked out the muscular hunk standing before him in a very tight fitting white robe that just about covered his dark skinned body. "It almost fits you. Come sit down and eat dinner before I decide to eat you." They ate and then, while Allie cleared the dishes Joseph excused himself and told Allie he was going upstairs to start the tub and to get ready. He went to the refrigerator and took out the bottle of wine and told Allie he would put the wine in the cooler upstairs. As he was removing the wine he noticed a small key hidden under one of the containers. He closed the door and went upstairs. He was almost going to say something but then he remembered Allie moving containers around when he had put the wine in. He must have hidden that key there - but why - and what was it for? He went into his bedroom and noticed that Allie had left his suitcase on the small trunk at the foot of the bed. He walked over, opened it and looked inside. He saw a small locked attache case hidden under his clothes. That key he thought might open it. He closed the case and went out onto the new addition and placed the wine bottle in the cooler. As he was closing the door he noticed the bottle of sleeping pills he had taken from Rich the other night. He picked them up and read the label, 'Take one or two by mouth or dissolve in water. I must remember to get ride of them he thought as he replaced them on the shelf and then was startled to hear Allie come up behind him. "Good I'm glad to see you didn't get undressed yet." Allie whispered as he circled him in his arms. "I wanted to do that myself," he said as his hands undid Joseph's shirt and slowly removed it from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then lowering his lips to the nude shoulders he kissed his way over them and up the neck. His hands reached around and undid the belt and unhooked the button, lowered the zipper and let the pants fall to the floor. Then hooking his thumbs into the elastic of his jockey shorts, he kneeled down, licking and nibbling along Joseph's back as he slowly removed the white briefs. They, too, joined the rest of the garments lying in a pool around Joseph's feet. Allie's lips kissed and nibbled on the white globes spread before him as he reached around and took Joseph's hardening tool and rubbed it to an erection. Joseph turned and faced his lover and lifted him up, undid his robe, uncovering his hairy body and pressed his own body against the sculptured mass of muscle. Feeling the strong arms supporting him, he stepped out of the discarded clothes and moaned as he kissed the Arab mouth that now devoured his lips. "Now that's the way I would want you to undress me from now on," Joseph whispered. "When all this is over and we are in our own place, I will do that every night my love," he said, then lifted him up and carried him in his strong arms and set him on the rim of the hot tub. As Joseph dangled his feet in the tub, Allie messaged his back and neck. After a while he told Joseph to lower himself into the tub where he soon joined him. The two of them spent about one hour soaking and relaxing. "Are you relaxed enough now?" The Three Day Pass Ch. 48 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. End of Chapter 47 Joseph thought for a few seconds then said, "O.K. Pick up the head instructor from the Army school at the base. Tell him we need him and one of his most trusted American non-Muslim Arabic-speaking colleagues and get them here this morning. Make sure they have top-secret or at least secret clearance." "OK, but this had better be big." "Believe me, Bill, It is!" Chapter 48. It was about 4 PM when Joseph and the two translators were finishing up their work. "There, I think we are all in agreement as to what these documents are saying," Joseph said as he sorted and numbered each page. "I would like to thank both of you for your work. I'm sorry, but this work is so secret and so sensitive that I'm afraid for the time being and for national security reasons you are going to have to be placed under FBI protective custody. I assure you that it will only be until this situation is resolved." Then he said to Steward, "Will you please arrange for their confinement. And see to it that it is as pleasant as possible." "I'll have them checked into a first-class hotel." After Steward had made the arrangements necessary and the two translators had been escorted out, Joseph turned to Bill and said, "Well Bill, was I right about this being big? The only thing we don't have is the exact time and date. I think we can both make a good guess as to when, but guesses are dangerous. One thing is for sure though - It is a typical multi-prong Al-Qaida operation." "It sure looks that way, and that camp is where it is all being planned and from where it will be executed. I remember you had suggested, at the time, that we get an agent in there. You were right. No need to tell me 'I told you so'. I could kick myself for not doing it. Now I think we better notify 'Homeland Security' and have them raid the place." said Bill's boss, Mr. Cook. "This is too big for us to handle alone." "Hold on a minute, Steward," Joseph said. "This is my operation and you can't just go in there and arrest everyone. We could have the lawsuit of all lawsuits on our hands. What happens if you bust-up the place and find nothing! THESE PEOPLE ARE NOT STUPID. If 9/11 taught us anything, it was that they are not idiots. How do we know that all this is not just another way to test me? Perhaps Allie and the Emir are on a little fishing trip. Maybe it's the Emir's way of seeing if I can be trusted and he and Allie are just waiting to see if I take the bait. No! The only thing that will happen if we do it your way is that my cover will be blown and these three years of work will go down the sewer. Another way is needed. What about the second part of this plan? The one where they are going to blast the hell out of that Mosque on the Temple Mount and blame the Mossad. That could start a real shooting war. Perhaps we could work it from that angle. We would have to warn the Israelis and coordinate our actions with them. Like it or not, the Emirate will try to convince the world that this was all some vast Zionist plot. Why would any Moslems want to blow up one of the three holiest Moslem religious sites?" "Let the Israelis worry about themselves," Cook said. "We don't owe them anything. They do a good job looking out for themselves." "Thank God they do! But, I'm afraid we do owe them something. At least I know I do! I owe them my life as well as my position as future Emir. The fact that they, at the request of our government, did not kill Fazzi when they had the opportunity, made it possible for me to become his adopted son. We at least owe them the courtesy of informing them of the danger they face. Then, as you said, they can take care of themselves." "Well, I'm in charge here. And until I hear otherwise we will do it my way!" Cook said angrily. "We raid the camp!" "Sir, with all due respect, you are not in charge. I was there when the President placed Joseph directly in charge of this operation and ordered us to support him! Not the other way around," Bill corrected Cook. "I received no such orders," said the director "and until I do...." With that, Joseph picked up his cell phone and dialed a number and placed the cell on 'speaker phone', then said to Cook, "I repeat, this is my operation." The telephone rang a few times and then a voice on the other end came on and said, "Mr. Benson, The President is eating now, he will be right with you." Then, after a split second, in a voice that was unmistakable. "Yes, Mr. Benson, you have something for me?" The President asked. Joseph made his apologies for interrupting his dinner and gave him a quick rundown on the situation telling him what he intended to do. "Sir, this is one of those times I was telling you about the last time we met. I want you to inform the Newark director, Mr. Steward Cook, that this is my operation and I'm in charge." "Put him on the line." Joseph handed him the phone, "The President would like to talk to you." The President talked to Cook for a few minutes and then, red faced, Cook handed the phone back to Joseph. "Ok, I told him that you are in charge and that you are operating directly for me and in my name. For conformation I told him to call the Federal Director. Do you want me to contact the Mossad or do you have a plan?" "Sir, if you would alert them, it would help clear the way. I think I have a way to notify them myself. However, your calling may speed up things and I think speed is of the essence here." "I agree with you and I'll get right on it from my end.... And Joseph, please be careful and, for both our sake's, please don't screw-up. Keep in touch as much as you can. I want a full report – both in writing and in person. I want to be in the loop." "Yes Sir, and thanks." Joseph said and closed the phone. "Well?" he asked and looked at Cook. "Are you on board, or do you want to call the Director?" "I guess you're in charge! What's next?" Joseph again opened his cell phone and dialed a number. When a woman answered, he asked, "Summaya?" and when she said yes, he continued, "This is Mr. Benson. How are you feeling and how is the finger?" After being told it was better, he inquired, "I wonder if you would be kind enough to come over to the house right away. I have something to show you that I think will sort of make up for the way I treated you yesterday." "Sir, you know that is not necessary. I understand and there is no need to 'make up' for anything." "Thank you for that, but please, humor me if you will and please hurry.' "I'll be right there, Sir." Within five minutes Joseph heard the key in the door and went to let her in and then escorted her into the kitchen. She looked at the two strangers and then looked at Joseph questioningly. "Sir, what's going on here? Who are these people and...." "Summaya, may I present to you, Director Agent Steward Cook and Agent William Barns of the F.B.I. Newark office. I am, as I know you have known for a long time, an Agent also. I know you have known this for a long time – just as I have known you are a Mossad operative. There's no use in denying any of this. Your government will soon be contacting you and telling you that you are to work with us. Knowing how slow governments can be - this may take a little while and we do not have much time. If you will read the papers that I will show you now, you will know what I mean." Joseph placed before her the original copies of the parts of the plan about the Mosque. She scanned about one page and then her cell phone rang. She asked permission to answer and put the phone to her ear listened and told the caller, "Ken, mavinah, Yes, I understand" then she smiled and put the other sheets down. "So much for taking time – That was my boss. I'm ordered to work with you gentlemen. Now is this all you have, Joseph?" she asked, for the first time using his first name. "There is much more to it than this." Joseph, kind of perplexed, looked at her and said, "you read only one page. Are you not surprised? What's the story?" "I'll read the rest later, including the parts about the American operation. We have known about the Mosque for some months now. We know and have the entire operation under surveillance. We have been waiting for final information on time and date, before we close down the operation. But there is much more to this than the Mosque. They are planning another bombing here in the United States. This time they really intend to cripple the city of New York. Your 'friend' Allie is in charge of this end and he has been using and working with that so-called Boys Camp I tried to warn you about at the beginning of the summer. Remember? You even spent a night there. When we saw that you did nothing to investigate the camp, we did, and we have an operative working from within the camp. We know how, we know whom, and by tomorrow, we will know when." "And when were you going to tell us this?" Bill asked. "Our Prime Minister was going to tell you everything as soon as all the information became known. Like I said, we have known about this a long time and we did not wish to disclose our information until we were sure you could be trusted. By your calling me and showing me these papers, we now know that you can be trusted. We have a plan to stop the entire operation and prevent any casualties, not only in Israel, but here in the U.S. as well. In fact we might even have a way to keep Joseph and his role out of this. We sort of like the idea of him becoming the Emir," she said and, looking at Joseph, she smiled, "providing you are willing to work with us. I was even looking forward to being your housekeeper in Syria. Too bad you are not Jewish – that would have put the Icing on the cake. Now, let's see those papers and see if we can prevent another 9/11." They talked for hours. Summaya revealed, that since the FBI had not done anything, she had sent one of her best operatives, her cousin, to get a job at the camp as a driver. When it was 'discovered' that he had a talent for working with explosives and had conducted several lectures and demonstrations on the subject he was promoted. Of course, what was not known, was that the Mossad had trained him as a bomb disabler. According to Summaya he would be the one to build the bombs and be one of the three drivers. "My cousin assures me that none of these bombs will work and your police will be able to stop the truck-bombs long before they enter their targets. All we need to know now is what the targets are and when the show will take place." "When do you hope to get those answers?" Joseph asked. "As soon as I know, you will know. It should be soon because from what we know of the Mosque operation, they are ready to go in a few days.... And guess what is coming up?" Summaya asked. "September the eleventh." "And do you think they will use that date to strike again?" Barns asked. "Do you have a better idea?" Summaya asked him. "In any event it's getting late and I should get home." "It looks as if I'll be needing a new cook," Joseph said as he escorted her to the door. "Not just yet. I'll see you in the morning. When and if Allie comes back, you may need my protection." "I can take care of myself, I still have a gun and I know how to use it. It's in the safe." "You better get it out and clean it. You might need it. I'll see you in the morning. Is there anything you want for breakfast?" "The usual." >>>>>> The next morning Joseph came downstairs and found his cook at the stove preparing 'eggs in the hole' and coffee. "I just don't know what Rich and I are going to do without you when this is over." Joseph said. "Well you will just have to come visit me in Israel. I was planning to open a bed and breakfast and serve 'Eggs in the Hole' to rich American tourists." "Great idea. Is there any news?" "Yes. My cousin says that Allie had him make four bombs. He then picked one of the bombs at random and had him demonstrate how the bomb worked. A hand held switch operates the bomb. My cousin used a working switch yesterday and it worked well. There will be three vans and the targets will be the two tubes of the Lincoln tunnel and one of the Holland tunnel, all of them inbound into the city. My cousin will be in the Holland tunnel van. We have the route each will take and I have already set up the ambush with the FBI. The two vans going to the Lincoln will be stopped, the drivers taken alive and made to talk. They will be unable to destroy their vans, as the bomb switches are defective. Since my cousin will be going to the other tunnel, he has arranged to meet with the FBI and drive his van to a remote location and then blow up the van. It will be made to look like he committed suicide to avoid capture. If all goes well, he will be home in Israel in a few days." "When is all this going to happen?" "Tomorrow. The Eleventh of September!" "What about the Mosque?" Joseph asked. "Our men will move in to stop that at about the same time. Our operation will be kept as secret as possible. We want to avoid any public connection, but Al-Qaida will learn that we, too, are capable of dual operations. We will not only get them but when they talk, and they will, we will perhaps break a terrorist group we have been watching for a long time now. If all goes well, then it will all be over before it even starts." "What about Allie?" "Your people want him alive. They hope to be able to question him. We would love to have him also, but we want him for other reasons." "And what might those be?" "Well, they have one or two of our men we would like back and we might be able to arrange a swap after we have questioned him a bit. If we cannot arrange this, we want to put him on public trial. We want the world to see how these people would destroy their own holy places as well as kill thousands of fellow Moslems at prayer. We would place him in the dock of justice. And then he would become the second man to be hung since the State was declared. A distinction he would share with Adolf Eichmann." "Do you think either of these things will happen?" Joseph asked. "No, but one can always hope!" >>>>>>>> Epilog The next day the Homeland Security, FBI and local police closed the trap, they raided the camp and stopped the three vans. Allie was taken into custody at the camp along with the original plans and other evidence. Two of the drivers were placed in chains and transported to Guantanamo base in Cuba. After questioning, the information was recorded and used as the bass for the arrest of a network of underground terrorists and training bases. Joseph's name never came up. Joseph contacted the Emir and together they hired a good lawyer for Allie. The Emir insisted that he himself was not involved, but Allie, hoping to avoid execution, took a plea and spilled the beans and confessed everything – except he refused to admit or even consider that Joseph had anything to do with the plot failure. He blamed his capture on Fazzi, and that female Mossad spy they had placed in Fazzi's house. She was the one and not Joseph. He could not bring himself to believe that Joseph would have turned him in. He couldn't have, after all Joseph was his lover. As part of the plea arrangement, Allie got a life sentence with no chance of parole. Israel demanded and received the right to have him extradited to Israel for trial if he ever was released. Joseph and Rich well, when the smoke cleared, they went on vacation to upper New York State. Joseph took Rich to his old hometown, Malone, and introduced him to his adopted family. He set up a bank account for them with enough money so that they could hire a man to help run the farm. After this, they crossed the border into Canada, and while there, they got married. And yes, they spent a wonderful honeymoon in Niagara Falls and finally had unprotected sex. (There are some things too personal for even this writer to relate, dear readers, so you will have to use your imagination for that). Rich would go on to become a big motion picture and TV star while Joseph continued to work for his partnership in Worthington Investments. And as the story says, "They would live happily ever after." However, before they could enjoy their new life together there was one more obligation they had to perform. When they came back from Canada, they were invited to the White House where Joseph made his final report to the President. It was a very long and very detailed report consisting of two looseleaf notebooks. "That's a lot of reading there." The President said. "Well, I did ask for a complete report! I promise I will read it all, but can you give me a quick summary?" "Yes, Mr. President, a very quick summery as both Rich and I have a life to live." Joseph said. "I got lucky. I was the right man, in the right place, at the right time. They got unlucky and we won this time. That's it in a nutshell – now you can either read my report or deep six it... I'm out of here. Rich and I have our own lives to live now. Good bye, Sir. Don't call me – I'm retiring." And then the two of them left. The President, stunned, sat down and opened book number one and started to read... "The Three-Day Pass – Chapter #1 There I sat, Private Joseph Benson, on the bus, looking out a grimy window at the skyline of New York City. God, except for seeing it on the TV or in the movies........................." The End