Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2011 13:08:42 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Customer/ Dexter's Saga 13

The Customer/ Dexter's Saga
By Joystick
Part 13

Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure 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, and no harm or
slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that the usual
disclaimers apply.

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The end of Part 12

"Well I did have a good teacher, lover!" Yethro smiled as he kissed
Dexter's face and lips. "I have been waiting all day to do that and now I
have you to thank for making this the best day of my life. Now let's have
supper and then we can talk over the future."

Part 13

When they sat down to eat, the Judge became extremely talkative and told
Dexter all about his day and how the divorce proceedings went. Dinner was
followed by more talk and glasses of wine. Dexter watched as the Judge
became more and more animated as he continued to tell Dexter about some of
the things he was planning for the future. Not only did he talk, but he
also prodded the young man to join him in the conversation. He actually
asked him for his ideas as well as his opinions. They talked about what
they wanted to see in the new house they were going to buy.

"You know Dexter, this is the first time that I have been able to come home
and talk about my day. I never wanted to do that before. Forgive me if I'm
a bit over enthusiastic but this is all so new to me. I hope you don't
think that these are just the ravings of a mad man. I hope not because it's
nice to be able to sit and really talk with someone who understands what
you are trying to tell them about - to talk to someone who not only knows
what I am trying to say, but also wants to share in what I'm doing... I
really like this and I hope you do, too."

"Yes, it is rather nice, but you know what I would really like?" asked
Dexter.

"Your freedom!" joked Yethro.

"Well yes, but I know you are not going to give me that. I was thinking,
with you're being at work all day, I'm going to be sitting at home doing
nothing... I think I should have something to occupy my time. Something
productive. Perhaps I could get a job? Then we can share Our Day."

"I hope that you are not asking me to turn our new home into a house of
prostitution! I thought that not 'renting' you out, would please you,"
Yethro said. "What kind of other work have you been trained for? What other
work do you know? I should think that running a big house for us should be
enough to fill the hours when I'm at the office?"

"Come on now, Judge! Were you really expecting me to clean house, do your
laundry, the shopping, cook your meals and then fall into your bed and have
the energy to be your bed partner? It's one thing to do that here at the
cabin where it's just the two of us. But you know that when we move into
town it will be like living in another world. Your social standing, your
political and professional life will not permit the ease of life we have
here. With all the parties and business meetings that we will both be
required to give, we will need help and plenty of it. After all, I was not
trained to be a wife or house servant. I was trained to be a courtesan to a
rich, powerful upper-class man, who would be only to happy to provide me
with all the comforts of life in exchange for sexual pleasures. You are
that rich man and I am happy to accommodate you. I am your slave - don't
turn me into a housewife. I don't think you want that and I know I will not
be any good at it."

"You are one hundred percent right. Yes, I am rich and powerful. If I
wanted my slave to be a housewife, I could have kept my wife, but I wanted
more. I wanted a companion as well as a lover. Someone who would not only
satisfy me in bed but also maintain my public image. I do have a facade to
maintain and I was only joking about you doing housework before. I was
thinking of hiring a housekeeper for the two of us. After all, I would not
like to see you getting old and stooped over with rough hands from doing
laundry and scrubbing floors all day," the judge laughed. "Even my ex-wife
never had to do that and had two helpers to run our home to say nothing
about the driver to drive her around town. I will be able to save a lot of
money this way. No, we will have plenty of help come in every day to do
that sort of thing. However, I do like that you want to have something to
occupy your spare time and if it brings in a little money - so much the
better! Do you have any ideas?"

"Not really," said Dexter his brow wrinkling in thought. "But I would like
to do something useful, and if it brought in a few dollars to contribute to
the household - I would be glad to do so. If not paying work - then perhaps
some charity work? What do you think? Do you have any ideas?"

"As a matter of fact I just might. As you know the county does provide me
with a small office staff and a clerk to manager it.. The one I have now,
Machmoud, has been studying to become a lawyer and he will be taking his
bar exam soon. He is a bright boy and I have no doubt that he will pass it
soon. When he does, he will be opening a law office of his own and I will
need a new clerk. In the meantime, I think I can get the county to hire you
as a part time employee until he leaves. If you like the job, perhaps you
could even study the law as well. To be of help to me you will have to
learn Arabic. I might even hire a teacher to teach you Arabic."

"I do speak some Arabic," Dexter said. "Sultan was teaching me."

"Yes, and while Sultan has done an excellent job teaching you the street
language, working for me you will have to speak a more formal Arabic. This
will also help you with the social part of our lives. In this town, as a
slave you could never become a lawyer without a very good Arabic
background. However, who can tell what you could become if someday you
should decide to accept the way of the one true God. If you were sincere in
your conversion, I would have to give you that freedom you keep harping me
for. The true conversion of a slave to the one true God is the only way for
a slave to gain his freedom."

"I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I do accept the true God!" Dexter
said, but then stopped when he saw the look of revulsion on Yethro's
face. This was not the time or place to fight about this, as he did not
want to start anything at least not at this time.

"You will have to change your way of thinking, my love, in this town and
community we live by Shariah Muslim law and anyone who disobeys that law is
dealt with and dealt with harshly. As the Judge here, it is my job to see
to it that that law is enforced and if you come to work for me, it will be
your job also."

"How do you get away with it?"

"Get away with what?" Yethro questioned.

"Living in the seventh century, right here in the United States in the
twenty first. You call yourself a lawyer and Judge and you don't even obey
American Law."

"Simple. We do it the "American Way". We pay off the State politicians and
keep them happy by delivering the vote come Election Day. We command our
people and they follow our commands. Our people vote almost 100% the way we
tell them to or they don't vote at all. The state, in turn, leaves us
alone. This is not the only town or community where we have taken over, and
we will someday soon take over the State and then the nation."

"You're kidding me. This can never happen."

"Oh no? It has already been done here in America. You have Amish, Mormon
and Jewish communities living by their laws. We are now the third largest
religious group in the country. Mark my words; in twenty years we will have
enough Muslim voters in the U.S. to elect a President by ourselves! And
rest assured we will do it...  we have already taken over several towns in
the U.S.A. and even in Canada. Dearborn, Mich. is one, Brampton, Ontario is
another, and there are others... So far it has been easy. You Americans are
fools and so gullible. You accept and think of Muslims as mostly a peaceful
people. And that is how we want you to think of us. In reality we are an
army that is willing to shed blood in the name of Islam. The so-called
peaceful among us support the warriors with their finances and a kind of
patriotism to our religion."

"What happens when the Christians find out what you are doing?" Dexter
asked.

"Your Christian population does not even care! They are helping us to
accomplish our goals even quicker.  While the U.S. and Canada are getting
rid of all traces of Christianity from public sites and erasing God from
the lives of their children, we Muslims are planning a great jihad on the
U.S. and Canada. If you doubt this, I ask you to look at what is happening
in England and all over Europe. If that damn Diana had not died in that MI6
operation in Paris, we would have had a Muslim right up there in the Royal
family. But, England will fall to us soon anyway and the U.S. will not be
far behind," Yethro said as his voice reached almost the shouting
stage. "Hell! Europe got ride of six million Jews and now has imported more
than twice that number of Muslims. France and Germany are just about in our
grasp."

Dexter sat there stunned. Could this be true? It was madness to think that
this could come about in the United States. Yet when he saw what was
happening in France and Europe and even in this American town... Maybe he
was the crazy one. In any event he decided to learn all he could and when
he did escape this 'Looney Bin' he would have some story to tell. Dexter
thought, but who would believe me?

"I'm sorry I raised my voice," said Yethro. "You, as an infidel, cannot
understand it now, but you will in time. Many of us can remember when we
started in this town. There were many here who thought just like you. They
now are believers and followers. Very few of them have crossed over to live
in your so-called democracy. They stayed here and became part of us. You,
too, will soon realize the truth and become a convert. This will come about
sooner than you think. I have no doubt about it because you are a smart
young man. I am sure of it."

"I don't believe that will happen. People will never accept a religious
dictatorship."

The judge smiled to himself and said, "You will see that what I say is
true. I think we will start your education tomorrow. You can start by
coming in with me to work. I will introduce you to Machmoud, my clerk, and
he can put you to work."

"I better get some sleep if I'm going into work with you tomorrow. Will I
need to get dressed up or can I come in jeans?"

"I'm glad you reminded me about that," Yethro said. "If you are going to
live and work for me, I have to get my tailor to fit you out with a whole
new dress wardrobe. Your sport clothes and leisure stuff we will pick up in
other local stores. You can go into work tomorrow in jeans, but you will
have to dress up as soon after that as you can. After all, we can't have
the clients thinking of you as a janitor."

The judge took him in his arms and kissed him and said, "You just relax and
enjoy this new life of yours. You might come to like it."

After they broke apart, Dexter smiled and said, "This is all so new and
exciting. I really feel like I'm starting a new life. This is the second
time I have felt this way, but this time it is a good beginning, I hope."

They went to bed and the next morning they both awoke and got dressed. They
did not eat at home because the Judge wanted to get an early start and
therefore had decided to eat in town. After eating at a local diner, Dexter
and Yethro made their way to the courthouse where Yethro introduced Dexter
to his clerk, Machmoud. The Judge took the two of them into his office and
explained his plan to his clerk. The clerk was delighted to take Dexter
under his wing and showed him around the office.

Dexter was shown how to file legal papers and worked with the clerk as he
set up the daily work schedule. He was shown how to issue court
papers. While he was filing some papers, he came across his own Bill of
Sale and was shocked to see that the amount that Yethro had paid was so
low. Well, $250,000 was a lot to pay. However, Sultan had told him he was
worth millions. This hurt Dexter's feelings a bit, but somehow he knew
there was more to the deal than just money.

The Judge's tailor came in after lunch and together with the clerk, Dexter
and the Judge, the four of them sat down and picked out a few sets of
clothing and accessories for Dexter. The tailor was thrilled to get such a
large order and told the Judge that he would have to hire an assistant to
help.

"There is no need to rush things. Just get a few suits and the dress shirts
together as fast as you can. The rest you can do when you have time," the
Judge said. "We are going to have to look for a house with plenty of closet
space to store all this stuff."

The rest of the afternoon Dexter sat in the Judge's court and observed him
in action. The courtroom was the Judge's domain and he ran it with a strong
hand. No one got away with anything. Fines were handed out like Christmas
presents. Machmoud explained that the money so gained was used to pay for
the upkeep of the legal system. Dexter learned that the town had no income
tax and very little other direct taxes. Property taxes were set by the
state with local assessors making sure to keep the homes of town officials
under-valued. The expenses that were not covered by the property taxes were
more than made up for by graft and forced protection fees. It was not a
nice way to run things, but it was the way most of these people had been
living for centuries and, from what he could see, most of them accepted it
as a way of life. It was just the cost of doing business and everyone paid
the price. He could understand why Sultan would now and then give
"Freebees" to some of the big shots in town.

After court hours the Judge and Dexter were taken on a tour of the
available houses that were for sale. There were two or three that might be
made livable with some improvements and alterations. The Judge was looking
for something ready to move into right away. Nothing less than a mansion
would do. He wanted plenty of room and he wanted it fenced in and he must
have an indoor/outdoor pool. If not already there - it must have space for
it. He told the agent to find a Palace for him.

"Even the Mayor doesn't have a place like that," said the agent.

"That's why I want it. I am going to be running for state office someday
and I will need a base of operations fit for at least a governor." Yethro
bragged.

Later, when they were alone, Dexter questioned him, "Fit for a governor?
Why not a president?"

"First a governor - after that - maybe a president! That is, after we
change that Constitution. I was not born here and I would not be able to
run until it is changed."

"And you think you will be able to do that.... just like that!"

"Dexter, when we take over there will be no need for that silly piece of
paper!

Dexter kept his mouth shut and the next few days went by fast. They went to
work in the morning and then, after work, they went house hunting. Finally,
after looking at about a dozen houses, the Judge found one he thought might
do. It was off in a corner of the town. The property had an Iron fence
around it. The two-story house was set at the end of a winding road that
was deep in the woods. There was central heating and air conditioning, but
most of the rooms had working fireplaces that added to the charm of the
place. The place was in fair shape but the grounds were rather rundown and
needed some work. A good paint job would surely help. The one thing that
the Judge loved about it was a large pool right on the back patio. The
asking price was way too expensive, but the Judge, in his own way, talked
to the owner and convinced him that he should really sell him the house at
a lower price. The owner refused at first, but after the agent told him
that he should sell now, as there were few buyers who would pay the price
he wanted. After considering what the agent had said, he made a counter
offer and the Judge accepted it.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of activity as the Judge had an army of
workmen ripping down and building up, painting and cleaning up, planting
and sprucing up the place. They really did a good job and within a month
the two of them were able to move in. The Judge and Dexter had adjoining
bedrooms on the second floor. Although they both needed the extra closet
space, they seldom slept apart. This was for appearances sake and, even
though they fooled no one, it was good to have a place where each would
have his private space. Dexter used the room to do his homework. He needed
it because, along with the law work, he was studying Arabic and Arabic
culture. The teacher that Yethro hired was very good and he forced Dexter
to speak the language.

The week they moved in, the Judge hosted a big party. It was open house and
everyone who was anyone came. The Judge introduced Dexter as his 'social
secretary' and law clerk assistant. Every one knew what was going on but
they accepted this all as a new fact of the Judge's life. If that's the way
the Judge wanted to put it, why not accept it? It did not hurt anyone and
they had to admit that they had never seen his honor looking so well and
happy. As people passed through the reception line, Dexter became more and
more at ease. That is, until he reached out his hand to welcome the Police
Chief, who grabbed his hand and pulled him close so that he could whisper
in his ear, "At last, Dexter, there is no fence here between us. When can
we get together?"

Dexter pulled away from him and turned towards the Judge and said to him,
"Your Honor, the Police Chief wants to know if and when you will allow me
to entertain him."

Both men turned red: the Judge from anger and the Chief from
embarrassment. Then, after the Judge regained his composure, he took the
chief's hand and pulled him close and whispered in an angry tone, "Do not
provoke me, Mike. In two months your reappointment as Chief as well as your
departmental budget will come before me for review. As the head of the
Justice Department, I have always liked to provide you with all that you
needed to function. Ahh, need I say more?"

The Chief had no thought of complying with what the Judge had demanded,
however, he just nodded and moved on...

To be continued...