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"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."
"But that's
Un-American!"
"I beg to differ with you on that point." Joseph said. "What
religious charity allows its money to be invested in any other charity than
it's own. Would the Jewish or Christian charities permit its resources to be
shared with others? Remember this is a Muslim group of investors and it
wants to remain that way! At least for the present time the only non-Muslims
involved are Mr. Worthington and myself. While Worthington Investments will
not make much on this fund, it is hoped that the 'good will' generated by
the fund will attract other Arab money into using Worthington's as their
investment brokers. Mr. Worthington has offered to take a small percentage
of his usual fees to cover expenses and perhaps make a small profit. As for
myself, my expenses will be taken care of by a small salary, which will go
towards the payment of my college education. We can only hope that if things
go well, and the members begin to gain confidence in the 'American Way' that
they will see fit to open it to the public. Or even perhaps see fit to
invest their other money with Worthington's."
"To tell the truth what we
were thinking of was not so much investing money, but being able to make
connections with this community and perhaps get them to invest some of their
money in producing plays or other entertainment enterprises."
"You know
that might not be such a bad idea. Perhaps we could invest in plays that
would get Americans more interested in Arab culture or the Arab view of the
world.' Carl said. "Maybe produce an Arab version of 'Gentlemen's Agreement'
or something like that. You know a story about anti-Semitism against the
other, forgotten Semites, the Arabs."
"Now that sounds interesting and I
will keep you in mind and if you should happen to come across a property
that falls into that category I will be most happy to recommend that the
board consider it." Joseph said, reaching for their business cards. "Do you
mind if I keep these? I will relate this conversation to Rich's father and
the Sheikh. I am sure they will be happy to hear of your willingness to help
the cause."
"Great and thank you. Now let's have another round of drinks."
One of the other producers said. "By the way when are you going to marry the
daughter of the Sheikh? I bet she is a young beauty. Perhaps there is a love
story in there we could use in one of our future plays."
"We have been
officially engaged." Joseph said and then told him that, "for now and until
I'm out of the army, his daughter is living with relatives in Michigan while
I am residing at the Sheikh's home in Paterson. It is an old Arab custom to
keep the bride and groom apart before marriage."
"That must be hard on you,
Joseph." Said Carl. "I mean with your future father-in-law looking over your
shoulder and all."
"Not as hard on me as it is on her." Joseph smiled. "You
see there are no restrictions on the male as far as sewing his oats or
having affairs at this time or even after marriage for that matter... In
fact it is rather encouraged as it provides the groom with the experience
and knowledge to have sex with his virgin wife. Only the woman must remain a
virgin until marriage."
"A virgin, how old is this girl? 12 years
old!"
"No she is a beautiful young woman, over the age of consent, who was
raised in the traditional Arab manner by a rather over-protective father."
Joseph explained. "Had she been raised in the old country, or if her father
had followed all of the customs, she would have been engaged at the age of
10 if not sooner. Anyway she was not and therefore her father, looking for a
young man who he thought would provide him with many grandchildren, saw fit
to offer her to me and I feel very lucky that did."
The three of them asked
Joseph a lot of questions and after a few hours they all left the bar in
good humor and said good night.
"Why the hell didn't you tell them that
there was no chance of their getting involved in the Club?" Rich asked
Joseph when they were alone.
"If I had done that, who knows, they might
have got angry and pulled out of backing your next play." Joseph smiled.
"This way we keep them interested in you and your career. As long as they
think the door is open they will maintain an interest in you. We lost
nothing by being nice to them and giving them hope as to how they might gain
by helping you."
"That is downright sneaky as well as brilliant. You should
be my agent!"
"It's not your agent I want to be right now. It is your bed
partner. Let's get home and into bed baby. I'm all talked out for this
evening and after I report on what happened this evening to Agent Barns I
want a little tail." Joseph said as he drove the car back to Rich's place.
"Hey, honey why don't I rent a monthly parking space in your building. In
fact why not rent two spaces. I can afford it now and you could bring your
car in from the Island and use it. On some weekends you can come out to
Jersey and we could spend time together."
"You may be right. I'll see about
it tomorrow. These over night fees must be adding up and we might just come
out cheaper renting by the month." Rich said as Joseph parked the car. "I'm
going upstairs and get ready for you. You can call Bill and then come up
when you are finished with your business."
"Great idea!" Joseph said,
picking up his cell and punching in Bill's number. "You go up and get that
ass ready for me. All nice and clean and lubed." After Rich left the car his
call to Barns went through and he reported on his meeting with Rich's father
and the three producers. He also reported that the fact that Fazzi wanted
him to become his representative to Worthington, and act as a tie between
the Arab Community and Worthington.
"That's fantastic, almost too
fantastic to believe." Bill said. "Do you think it's too soon to put your
relationship with Fazzi to a little test."
"What do you mean by that? I
think it's damn well solid."
"What do you think would happen if you were to
show up when Fazzi was in the midst of a meeting with his Syrian
controllers?" Bill asked.
"I don't know, most likely he would try to get
rid of me. I'm not sure what he would do."
"Well you are about to find out.
That is, if you are up to it. Fazzi is meeting them for dinner at his house
tomorrow, I suggest you stay away." Bill said warily. "But on the other hand
it would be nice to see just what he would do."
"How the hell do you know
about this meeting?"
"Joseph, you are a grownup now. You are playing with
the professionals now. You don't think we would let you operate completely
alone, do you?" Bill said. "You know we have other agents who are looking
after you. I told you that you were too valuable to loose. Now don't even
ask me who they are. It's better that you don't know. Anyway, we were
informed that they would be at Fazzi's house for dinner and a meeting
tomorrow night at 7 PM. What do you say about turning up for the meeting,
say at eight, to see what happens?"
"It could spoil the whole operation,
but if you think there is something to be gained-I'll do it. I can use the
fact that those producers want to get in on the action as a reason. In fact,
I can also use the excuse that I came to give him a report on Richard's
willingness for a club party. Yes I think that will do it. Of course, I
could also tell him that I was hungry for his body and wanted to get in some
sex. However, I think he will buy the other reasons more easily. Look Bill I
have to go now, Rich is expecting me and I'm staying at his place tonight.
I'll call you tomorrow, if I can."
"OK, bye now."
He opened the door to
Rich's apartment and went in. Rich was waiting for him, posing nude on the
open sofa bed. "Shit that's one hell of a picture to see when I come home.
It reminds me of Julia Roberts waiting for Richard Gere to come home from
the office in 'Pretty Woman' her feet up on a desk clothed only a men's
tie"
"Oh is there some other way you would like to be greeted?"
"Any other
time, hell no, but I just got off the phone with Barns and I have some
disappointing news to tell you. He says that Fazzi is meeting with some
important Syrians tomorrow and I have to find out what they are up to. I'm
afraid that I'll be leaving after I take you to the theater tomorrow night.
Is that OK with you?"
"OK? No it's not OK, but you can go, you have my
permission." Rich said disappointed. "It's not that bad, just the matter of
a few hours. Let's make the most of the time we have left. Let's not waste
the amount of preparation I just did."
And so they did! That night and most
of the next day they spent the time making love and when not doing bed
maneuvers they walked around the village holding hands and acting like the
rest of the Village people. Sitting on the green grass in one of the parks,
eating some "Red Hots" for lunch and then eating dinner out in a little
Italian Cafe. When it came time to say good-bye, Joseph drove Rich to the
theater and dropped him off and then drove out to Paterson. As he drove onto
the estate he saw a strange car in the driveway. Noticing that the plates
had Diplomatic Plates he proceeded to the door and rang the bell. After a
short while the door opened and a startled Fazzi stood there.
"Yussef! What
are you doing here? I thought you were going to be away the entire weekend.
Why didn't you use your own key? Come in I'm so happy to see you." He said
as he grabbed him around and hugged and kissed him.
"What key you never
gave me a key? What are you talking about?"
"Your key, the one to your
apartment over the garage. The locks are the same. I'm sorry I thought I had
told you that." Then whispering into his ear he said. "You did not think
that I would let you live here without at least providing you with a key. I
want you to feel like this is our home-not just mine. You are free to come
and go, as you like. As a matter of fact I have been entertaining some
guests that I am sure would like you to meet." Putting his arm around
Joseph's shoulder he escorted him into the Library.
"Gentlemen this is
Yussef, the man I was just telling you about." Fazzi said and introduced the
two men to him. One was named Allie Balbak and the other was Hassan Segour.
"Yussef these men are old Army friends of mine that are working for the
Consulate now. They are here because they have heard about our project. And
wanted to get all the information they could, first hand."
"Yussef we are
pleased to meet you. Fazzi has been telling us so much about you. We are
very pleased to meet you at last." The two men extended their hands and took
Joseph's. "So you are the Army guy that is going to marry Fazzi's daughter
and help our people to a better life. When Fazzi first told us about it we
were skeptical to say the least. Now after only a few months it looks like
it might work after all. You my boy are a genius."
"Me a genius? No not me,
it was Fazzi's idea. I was just a helper. That's all." Joseph said,
blushing. "Just, as I was telling someone the other night, a guy that
happened to be there, just some idiot who blundered into a good situation.
Nothing more. If I might ask what are your positions at the Consulate?"
"We
are cultural and educational attaches. We are here to study the American
educational system to see if there is anything we can learn from it as well
as to advise our citizens in this country and offer them help in keeping
their Arabic heritage from becoming lost in this country."
"Ahhhhh!
Perhaps, if you let me, you can be of help to me." Joseph said
"Yes, Yussef
is teaching causes in Arabic culture and history." Fazzi offered. "He has
even asked me to give a few lectures."
"Yussef, and what makes you such an
expert?" Allie asked.
"If the truth be told, nothing. I don't know much
about the subject, only about what I have learned from Fazzi, his family and
friends. But I have been able to learn something from the Arab/American
community here in Paterson and I hope to teach it to American soldiers so
that they begin to realize that Arabs are not the uncivilized people that
our movies and some books have made them appear to be." The soldier said. "I
also hope to get Arab speakers to tell their own story themselves and not
have it be told by non-Arab teachers with their own axes to grind."
"Good
luck to you! We have been trying to do that for years. I know you will have
a very difficult time. If you do it right, they might even have to throw you
out of the Army. You have to be careful." Hassan said. "Your President
thinks we are all devils and that we are looking to turn all of you into
creatures from hell."
"Well aren't you?" Joseph said laughing. ''I don't
think he thinks that and even if he does, the man is an idiot anyway."
Joseph said. "And he will be out of office soon."
"You have no fear saying
something like that?"
"Hell no, we are still a representative republic here
and the people control the government not the other way around." Joseph
said. "Even as a soldier I retain the rights of citizenship. In non-combat
conditions I retain the right to criticize and complain. That's one of the
reasons we serve our country, to defend the constitution, not the man in
power. I'm sorry if I sound so so ...so.. I can't recall the word in Arabic
but in English it is jingoistic. However, that is what I am."
"You are very
eloquent, and your Arabic is excellent. If you were in Syria you most likely
would have been put in jail by now. Perhaps Fazzi will tell you about some
of our jails. We have ways of teaching our guests the error of their ways."
Hassan smiled.
"I have heard of them and my advice is to change your
system. You can only maintain so many jails before you become the jailed.
Anyway I think it's better to educate people than torture them. Is not the
example of the life of Mohammed enough to hold up as a guide? Did he not say
that to convince people is much better than forcing them? I do not know the
exact quote, but his whole life was based on this."
"Mohammed also spread
the word by the sword."
"Perhaps you are right---Fazzi is teaching me the
way of submission to Allah's will. It just seams a waste of time, money and
peoples lives to continue the way of the Sword."
"Force is the only way!
You must submit."
"Then perhaps our President is right. But I must warn you
Americans will never submit -- we fought too long for the rights we hold so
dear. While we are not a democracy yet, we will get there someday. That is
the promise that our constitution holds out to us. If I am going to have to
replace that promise with something else-it had better be something worthy
of it. And gentlemen that is what you will have to sell by words and
actions-not by force."
"Very well spoken and that is what we are here to
learn and perhaps we can teach each other. Fazzi was right, you Yussef will
help us to understand and we can and will work together." Then turning to
Fazzi he said, "May Allah continue his blessings on you and your household.
Yussef if there is anything we can do to help you, the consulate is at your
disposal. It was nice getting to know you and please keep us informed on
your activities. We shall be happy to do what we can. It is getting late
and we have to be leaving now."
"It was nice meeting you gentlemen and I'm
sure Fazzi will keep you informed of our activities. Be careful on the way
back to the city as the traffic is fender to fender."
After Fazzi saw them
out He returned to Joseph in the library.
"I hope I did not cause you any
trouble with my big mouth."
"No as a matter of fact I was telling them the
same thing when you came in. You only told them better! I think they took it
better coming from you." Fazzi said as he gathered Joseph in his arms and
the two of them again kissed passionately. "It is so good to have you here
and anytime you are going to come you are welcome to just as you Americans
say, 'Pop right in'. This is your home now and you have the key to our home
and my heart---so use it. Now tell me, what was the real reason you came
tonight?"
"Well I was excited to tell you about Richard's ideas on the
party as well as some of his stock recommendations and there was a
connection that I made last night that might be of use to us in the future.
I thought you would like to hear about these things right away." Joseph said
with a questioning look in his eyes. "Why, do you think there might be
another reason?"
"Yes, I thought that you might have missed me and that you
just could not stay away from me! I was hoping you would say that your body
wanted to make love to me. But that was too much to hope for." Fazzi said as
he tried to disengage himself from Joseph's encircling arms."
The soldier's
fingers slipped down to the Arabs 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........."
To Be Continued...
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