Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2005 11:26:19 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three Day Pass Chapter #10

The Three Day Pass Chapter #10

By: JoyStick

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The Three Day Pass Chapter #10
By JoyStick

     "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-in-law, 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-in-law 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.

     During lunch, Joseph spoke to Agent Barns and filled him in. He told
him he had the car with him and that he had a bit of trouble getting a base
pass. Barns asked him if he had made any calls from the car. "I want to
send someone down to look over the car. He will be down there this
afternoon, and I want you to let him work it over."

     "Work it over? It's brand new. Fazzi just got it yesterday morning."

     "Well, I just want to make sure he did not have any devices added that
are not standard equipment---like listening and tracking bugs," Barns said.

     "I never thought of that."

     "If we do find any we will not remove them. If we did, that would
surely tip them off that you are an agent.  You will just have to be
careful what you say and where you go." Then he asked, "By the way, do you
want us to bug it for you?"

     "You do that and our deal is off," replied Joseph.

"Good, because I don't like to do that. There is always the chance that
they will discover the bug, and you just might disappear for good," Barns
said.

"I want to be there when he checks out the car. Is there any way I can do
that myself from time to time?" asked Joseph.  "I want to make sure they do
not plant one later."

     "Yes, that's an excellent idea. We can let you have a small device
that you can operate yourself.  I'll tell the technician to leave you
his. It's state of the art, and it looks like one of those radar detectors
that you see in cars, so you can keep it right out in the open. Hey, you
might also want to scan that apartment---just in case. Let's set a time and
place for the technician to meet you off base after school. He can scan
your car and show you how to operate the equipment," Barns said. "One more
thing, I'll call base security and also clear the way for you to get a
permanent car decal and clearance."

     "Thanks, that would make it easier for me."

     "Hey that's what I'm here for---to support our agents." After a few
seconds he said, "and kid, you are doing one hell of a job. Thanks!"

     "Barns you know what I hope?"

     "What?"

     "I hope that we are wrong about that family. I'm not going soft on
you. Just that, well maybe I am a bit soft on the girl. I want her to be
clean at least."

     "Careful!"

     "Yes, yes, I know...I'll check in tonight from the apartment. Bye now
and thanks again."

     He met the technician in a place where they could go over the car
together. He showed Joseph how to use the scanner, and together they
checked out the car.

     "It's clean, nothing unusual," the technician said.

     "How could I tell if there was something?" Joseph asked.


"See this needle? It would jump, or if you wanted an audio signal, just
flip this switch, and it makes a buzzing sound."

     "It really does look like one of those radar detectors," Joseph said,
clipping it on the car's sun visor.

     "It also works as a radar detector. Just don't use it in
Virginia. They are not legal there." The technician smiled and added, "have
fun now and don't speed. The agency doesn't like to pay for it agents'
speeding tickets. You have a good one now."

     Joseph gave him the thumbs-up sign, pulled his BMW out into traffic
and headed towards Paterson.
  He arrived at the Muhammad residence and pulled into the garage. Taking
the scanner with him, he went up to the apartment and ran a test---nothing.
Not a peep out of the scanner. He washed himself and prepared to go to the
main house. He had left his class "A" uniform in the tub this morning,
along with the used towels. The maid must have cleaned and ironed it
because he found the uniform, neat and clean, hanging in the closet. Today
he brought some additional dirty laundry, which he placed in the tub for
the maid to take care of. This was the life, he thought to himself, as he
made his way back down to the garage and placed the scanner into the glove
compartment. A fast car, a nice apartment, a maid, three hot lovers---what
more could you want?  These thoughts were spinning through his brain, as he
walked toward the main house. He was about to knock on the door when it
flew open, and Kassie ran into his arms---kissing and hugging him.

     "Mmm, now that's what I call a nice way to be greeted," he said, as he
returned her kisses.  "What's going on? How come the big welcome?---not
that I mind it."

     "I did something that I'm proud of today. I told daddy that I wanted
to learn to drive. And do you know what he said?" Not waiting for his
answer, she spouted out, "he said---as long as I had your permission---I
could learn!"


     "Well, you know that here in New Jersey, you will first have to pass
the written test in order to get a drivers permit, and then I want you to
go to a professional driving school. I'm not going to teach you. Too many
couples I know have wound up fighting and breaking up when one of them
tried to teach the other to drive. Besides, the teachers there are
professionals.  I will take you out for practice drives, but learning will
have to be done at a professional school and in their cars. I would not
like to damage the BMW. How come Fazzi is permitting this?"

     "I don't know, but he was singing and smiling this morning, and in
such a good mood, that I thought I would ask. Mother was shocked, but daddy
just said that he had given me to you, and if you could stand a woman
behind the wheel, so be it. He also warned mom not to get any ideas---she
was not going to learn to drive." She hugged his arm and they went into the
house.

     "Where would you like to go this evening?" Joseph asked.

     "I thought we would stay at home tonight. Father is out with mother,
and they will not be back 'til after one in the morning."

     "Oh, where are they going?"

     "There is a committee meeting for 'Justice for the Middle East'
tonight, and my father is an officer," Kassie said. "Come, I have supper
prepared for you, and then we can either go for a drive or anything else
you would like to do."


"You cooked it yourself?"

     "Yes, I can cook. I am a good cook---mother taught me."

     "May I kiss the cook?" Joseph asked, as he grabbed her up into his
arms cradling---her body to his---their lips and tongues having a field
day. "You taste delicious. I think would rather eat you than dinner."

     "And I thought you were so cultured and civilized," she said.  "I did
not know of your cannibalistic tastes. Come, let me feed you, so that your
hunger is satisfied."

	Burying his lips in the crook of her neck, licking up to her ear,
and sucking on her ear lobe, he whispered, "That was not the kind of food I
was thinking of eating." The soldier reached down and lifted her up,
cradled her in his arms and carried her into the living room.  He set her
down on the big couch, kneeled before her---his hands gently spreading her
legs---them, rubbed his face against them...his tongue....


	"OHH, I see what you mean now. Yes, Yussef, I want you too. I
thought about that stupid thing I said last night, and I changed my mind,"
she said, breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling. She moaned as
his mouth moved up her leg to her womanhood.

	"Are you sure Kassie, really sure? No tricks up your sleeve this
time?" Joseph asked, as he parted her legs even more, and ran his tongue
along her inner leg towards her pussy.

	"No, no tricks this time. I swear," Kassie whispered, as she placed
her hands on his head directing his face to it's target. "I had a talk with
daddy and mother before they left, and mom told me to be careful, Daddy,
however, took me aside and said that I should not play games with you. He
said if I did not want to lose you, I would have to keep you happy in any
way you wanted."

	"Kassie, 'habibi'," he said, "we don't have to do this now. We can
wait until we are married. In talks with your father, I promised that I
would wait until our wedding night. I'm not a virgin and it's silly, I
know, but by holding back, I was foolishly hoping that we would both feel
like it was our first time."

	"Yussef, darling, oh my darling, I want you. I want you to make me
your wife. Do it tonight, now, yes now...."

	His mouth and lips moved up her thigh to her panty-covered
pussy. His tongue darted in and out, tasting and savoring her sweet nectar,
through the cloth. His fingertips eased aside the damp, silky material so
that he could taste her wet dripping love lips. He drove his tongue deep
into her cunt, burring his nose in her pubic hair. Her fingers pressed the
back of his head, as her body arched trying to drive his mouth and probing
tongue even deeper into her. The sweet taste and smell of her dripping
pussy sent his head reeling.  The room started to vibrate with ringing
sounds, as his demanding mouth embraced her naked womanhood. At first, it
sounded like they were wedding bells...then he realized that it was not
wedding bells, but only his cell phone buzzer going off...."Dam it, for a
moment there, I thought we were..."  He looked at the his call-waiting
service, flipped the cell open, while he told her, "Sorry 'habibi', I have
to take this call,---it's from the base."

	"Benson here. Hello! Yes, Corporal, what can I do for you?" he
asked, and after listening he said, "well, you did interrupt something. I
was about to sit down to eat...as soon as I grab a bite to eat, I will be
on my way...well, would you give up a chance to have a home cooked meal
instead of army food?---Yes, as fast as I can...I'll be back in about
hour---two hours at the latest," he said. and hung up.

	"I'm sorry darling, that was my company clerk. The base has been
put on alert. All passes have been canceled, and I have to get back as soon
as I can. I'll just have supper, then I have to get back."

	"When will you be back from this alert?" she inquired.

	"I don't know. With these things it could be an hour, a day or God
knows how long. It could be only overnight or we could be shipping out
overseas, although I doubt that. Anyway, I will call you and let you know
what's going on---as soon as I am either able or permitted to use a phone.
Let's eat supper and then I have to leave. Not exactly the meal I had in
mind, but at least I'll get to test your ability to cook," he said, as they
returned to the dining room....