Date: Sat, 05 Nov 2005 12:43:34 -0500
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three Day Pass Chapter 11

The Three Day Pass Chapter #11

By: JoyStick

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The Three Day Pass Chapter #11

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.

Rich's mother hugged both boys and said, "Come, let's go inside. You boys
must be famished."

After they had eaten supper and were sitting around in the living room,
Joseph and Rich told the Worthingtons as much of the story as they
could. When he was finished there was a long silence. Mr.  Worthington,
stern-faced, got up and began to pace back and forth.

"Now, let me see if I read this right," he said, while still pacing, "you
want this family to use our position, to say nothing of our honor, to help
you in what may well be a wild-goose chase? And with no evidence other than
this Fazzi is an Arab?"

"Well sir, there is proof that at one time he was a Syrian agent," Joseph
said. "I will admit that it all sounds rather 'thin' to say the least, but
there must be something there. The fact that he is involved with 'Hamas'
should be proof enough to at least investigate. With the record of that
group alone, I would think that the possibility that we might be preventing
another 'nine-eleven' would be reason enough."

"And what if there is nothing there?" asked Rich's father. "The very fact
that my firm helped you persecute an innocent Arab would kill any chance of
my getting a share of that oil money...."

"Oil money?" his wife asked. "Is that more important than preventing
another 'nine-eleven'? Dear, do you remember how frantic I was that day,
not knowing if you were alive, or if you had been buried under one of those
collapsed buildings? Your business took you in and out of that area every
day, and your office on Wall Street was not far from 'ground
zero'. Richard, this family lost a lot of friends that day, and if there
was anything we could have done to prevent it, you'd better believe that we
would have done it. If there is even a slight chance...."

"You're right, my dear," Richard senior said, looking as if he had been
slapped in the face. "I should not have needed you to even remind me. It's
just that I guess I've forgotten that we are at war. Joseph, we will help
you in any way we can. What do you need us to do?"

"Well, I just want you to listen to Agent Barns tomorrow," the soldier
said. "He will outline a plan that we have been working on. I think we will
be able to work this in such a way that you may attract a lot of legitimate
'oil money', as well as help the country. One thing more, neither Barns nor
anyone else knows about your son and me. I think it would be better if we
kept it that way-for now."

"What if you have to marry that Kassie girl?" Mrs.  Worthington asked.

"I don't think it will come to that. Both Barns and I now believe that, not
only Fazzi, but also his wife, and possibly his daughter, are Agents-that
they may be using me in order to get something other than a husband for
her," Joseph said. "What that is-we don't know yet, for sure."

"I'm sorry I sounded so cold before," Worthington senior said.  "We will
all help. And let me say how proud of both you and Rich we are!  You,
Joseph, are the best thing that has happened to Rich, and to our family, in
a long time. Be assured that we will do 'our duty'."

"Not only that, sir, but just think of the sales commissions," Joseph said.

"You mean I get to keep them?"

"Well I hope so. Why not? We will have to ask Barns about that...along with
whether or not I get to keep that BMW," Joseph laughed.

"Now let's have a drink on it," Richard junior said. "And then, James Bond
here and I have a few maneuvers to go over in private. Just don't try to
wake us too early tomorrow. We have a lot of time to make up for. If you
hear unusual sounds coming from our room-don't call the E.M.S.-at least not
until you get the word from either of us."

"A little too much information, junior," replied Richard senior.

It was eleven in the morning when Joseph opened his sleepy eyes. He was
having this really hot dream of the two of them in bed. Richard was under
the covers, between his legs, his nose buried deep into the soldier's pubic
hair. His throat encasing Joseph's rock hard cock, Squeezzing it! Then he
realized that it was no dream.  Peeking under the blanket, there was
Richard...sucking away like he was looking to suck all of Joseph's insides
out through his cock.

"Oh yeah, it don't get any better than this baby," he said, and then spun
himself around into a 69 position and took Rich's cock into his mouth. The
two of them spent the rest of the morning sucking and swallowing each
other's dicks or fucking each other like a pair of wild lovers on a
honeymoon. Finally there was a banging on the door.

"Hey you two, are you going to spend the entire day in there? Are you both
OK?" Richard's mom yelled out. "At least come up for air and a bit of food
other than..."

They both started to laugh so hard that they rolled around on the
floor. Richard yelled out to his mother, "Neither of us asked you to call
the E.M.S. yet mom! We'll be out in time for a late lunch." Then to Joseph
he whispered, "We'd better get up. She's liable to call the fire department
and have them hose us down like two rutting dogs."

"Yes, I guess we had better. Barns will be here in a few hours," Joseph
said-laughing at the thought of the fire department hosing them down.

The two lovers got showered and dressed and then came down for a late
Sunday brunch. After lunch they took a short walk along the beach. It was
difficult to realize that only a few weeks ago they were walking along the
same white sand-barefooted. The weather had quickly changed from summer to
late fall. This afternoon the wind was very cool-almost cold. Winter was
coming. You could almost smell the snow in the air. They walked hand in
hand for a while, enjoying the change in season, and then turned back to
the house. There they found Mr. and Mrs. Worthington waiting for them on
the back porch.

"We were watching the two of you walking together," Rich's mom said. "It
reminded us of the times, many years ago, when your father and I would walk
along that same stretch of beach. After you were born, Richard, we dreamed
that someday you might walk with the one you loved along this beach. Today
we saw that. Even though it wasn't exactly how we originally
visualized...it was still the same. Joseph, what my husband said-last night
about you being the best thing that has happened to our family-was only
partly right. Rich was the best and you are the second best. I'm so very
glad he found you."

"Well, I just don't know what to say," Joseph said, choking up a bit, "your
son means the world to me and...."

The sound of the buzzer from the main gate interrupter their conversation,
"That must be your Mr. William Barns." Sarah said. "Let's meet this man and
see what he has planned for all of us." Moving to the front of the house,
they opened the gate by the remote control and waited as Bill drove his car
up the driveway.  Joseph opened the car door for him and as he got out
shook his hand and introduced him to everyone.

"Bill, I want you to meet Mr. Richard Worthington, his wife, Sarah and
their son Rich," Joseph said. "Folks this is Agent William Barns, my boss."

"It's a pleasure to meet all of you. I assume that Joseph has told you why
I'm here," Bill smiled as he showed them his identification. "You can call
me, Bill. Let's go somewhere private where we can talk."

"I think the library would be the best place," Sarah said.  "Richard, my
dear, take our guest there and I'll put on some coffee and join you men
there. Bill is coffee OK or do you wish something else?"

"Coffee is just fine and that's very kind of you," Bill said.

They all followed the senior Richard into the library and got comfortable
around the coffee table.  Bill opened the large file he had brought with
him and withdrew a few sheets. "Mr. Worthington, besides your
butler-chauffeur John Lang, his wife Emily Lang the cook and Peter Devons
the gardener, do you have any other household help?"

"Why no! How did you know that?" Richard asked flabbergasted.

"We are the FBI, Richard, and I had to check out anyone that might be privy
to anything we say or do on this matter. You can be assured, that your
servants, as well as the rest of your family are what we call 'good'
security risks. However, I would still be careful about what you say in
front of anyone from now on. It might also be a good idea to remind them
that, 'what they hear here stays here."

"Just what is this all about? And what is it that you wish us to do?" asked
Sarah, returning to the room wheeling a cart loaded with coffee, cookies
and light refreshments. "I hope this is enough Mr. Barns, I did not know if
you had lunch or not. I could have our cook prepare a sandwich, if you
prefer."

"Oh my God, no thank you.  I already had lunch and what you have here is
more than enough for me," said Bill, taking the cup of coffee from her hand
and looking over the sumptuous spread laid out on the tray. "It is not
often that the recipients of an FBI visit welcome him with a catered
affair," he jested.

After everyone had helped themselves to coffee and snacks, Bill continued,
"First of all, and this is just supposition, we believe that Fazzi Muhammad
and his family are terrorists. And not only that, but we also think that
Fazzi is the head of a ring that is planning another undercover operation
perhaps as big as the World Trade Center one. And that they plan to add
insult to injury by using American money to pay for it! If this is so-it
could mean that our efforts to close down their financial sources are
beginning to pay off.

"If you really think that is so," the elder Richard said. "I join with my
wife in asking you-what can we do to help?"

" It remains to be seen if their sources of money are drying up. I hope so,
but in the meantime here is what I would like you to do for
us. Mr. Worthington, you will do and act the same as if this was just a
regular new account. It may well be a very large account and we would like
to know the amounts and where the money came from.  We would also like to
know to where and to whom the money is going. We do not expect Mr. Muhammad
to come right out with this information. However, he might slip and any
information you can gather would be of help to us. Don't push Fazzi too
far. We don't want him to get suspicious. When funds are withdrawn from the
account we want a record of the amounts, to whom they are given and how the
money was transferred. We want to be able to establish and follow the money
trail."

"Is that all? " Richard senior asked. "Joseph made it sound like we would
be involved in a real 'James Bond' operation here.  What you are asking us
to do is nothing more than SOP, (standard operating procedure). I thought
we would be involved in cloak-and-dagger stuff."

"That's Joseph's job, and we do have other paid professionals for that sort
of stuff," the FBI agent said. "Joseph does get a bit 'Hollywoodish' at
times. But taking that into account plus a few other faults, he has the
makings of a great agent. He really has the dangerous part in this
operation. But, for some reason, he gets the job done, and at times, even
better than our regular agents do or even could do."

"Is there anything else we can do to help?" the younger Richard
asked. "Something that would make it less dangerous for Joseph?"

"No," Barns answered. "The one thing we do not need is a amateur getting in
the way. Joseph is one hell of an agent and there is no need to worry about
him. There is really nothing else that I can think of offhand. You will all
have my card with my telephone numbers, at work and home. If you should
have any questions or need help, just call me either at the office or at
home 24/7, and I do mean 24/7. I repeat: For now, Mr. Worthington, just act
as you would with any other client."

"Well, if what Joseph has told me about this man is true, this man will not
be any other 'ordinary' client. He may have lots of money to invest and
that will demand special handling," the Wall Street financier said.

"Special handling? Yes, that's true," said the FBI agent. Since I myself
have never been involved with Wall Street or the big money boys, I have no
experience in how these things are done. Mr. Muhammad may want to develop
social as well as business relationships with you. I leave that up to your
judgment. I would think with your larger clients, co-mingling and
socializing are the norm. There could be a lot of money involved here and
you should expect some handsome sales commissions."

"Talking about the commissions-last night, after Joseph told us about this
operation-my husband and I talked about this commission business," Sarah
said. "We decided that, after deducting expenses, we would like to have any
leftover profit divided between The NYC Policemen's Widows and Orphans Fund
and The Firemen's Widows and Orphans Fund."

"Madam, this is very generous of the two of you," the agent said. "I don't
know what to say, except, thank you." Then turning to Joseph he said, "Who
said, 'there weren't anymore class acts around'? Well, unless there are any
other questions, I'll finish my coffee and leave you good people and return
to my own family. It's now up to you, Joseph, to get things rolling with
Fazzi. Go get him, tiger!"

Bill finished his coffee and again thanked the Worthingtons for their help
and hospitality. Joseph then showed him out. As he got into his car, Bill
said to Joseph, "Your friends are good people. I don't want to see any of
you hurt. Be careful.  What I said in there about you having the rough part
is true. Just watch your backside."

"I will Bill. On the way back to base I'm going to stop at Fazzi's and
start the ball rolling. You take it easy driving home."

After Bill left, the soldier rejoined the family in the library, and they
talked about setting up the first meeting between Fazzi and Richard
senior. The talk continued throughout the evening meal. After supper,
Joseph and Rich packed, said their good-byes and took off for the
city. Joseph would drop Rich off at his place, and say good-bye to him, and
then continue on to Paterson to pickup his laundry and perhaps a meeting
with Fazzi....

To be continued.........