Date: Wed, 21 Jun 2006 14:40:43 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three Day Pass Chapter #19

The Three Day Pass Chapter #19 By Joystick

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End of Chapter #18

Delighted Fazzi beamed as he kissed Joseph and told him, "We can go anytime
you want.  >From now on you and I will go (to the Mosque) every Friday if
you are here.  You better get moving if you are going to meet Richard's
son. Give them all my regards and perhaps you can arrange some kind of
social get-together, to launch the official beginning of the Arab American
Investment Club. I think its time that we got together for social reasons
now. Do you agree?"

"Well Richard Junior works evenings but the rest of the family might be
amenable by now."

Chapter #19

After leaving the house Joseph pulled his car to the side of the road,
opened his cell phone and checked in with Agent Barns. He reported on the
Thursday meeting of the investment club and also mentioned about the
conversations he had overheard at the Mosque.

"Bill, I have to admit it. It looks like you were right from the
beginning." Joseph told Barns. "You know how I didn't want to believe it
but it looks as if Fazzi and the club are going to be used as the new money
source for Hamas and God knows who else. I'm convinced of it now. And it is
not just what I overheard at the mosque, but also for the life of me I
can't understand how people like that tailor can afford to invest a sum of
$100,000. These people are not that loaded with cash."

"That money is most likely coming from the oil rich countries and it's
being funneled through Syria. Ever since the U.S.  and some of our allies
started to close down some of the legitimate lines of aid, that money as
well as other money had to find a new route. The people in power have
decided to use people like your little tailor and perhaps hundreds or
thousands like him. Your tailor most likely has many very rich clients that
over pay for custom made garments. Sure he pays most of the legal taxes,
but there are always those very big tips. Now they have hit on a new way of
investing and using the profits as well as getting huge charity
deductions. It's a high-tech improvement of the old Bingo Scam."

"Bingo Scam?" Joseph asked. "What the hell is a Bingo Scam?"

"Boy you sure are from Hicksville. I'll bet that until recently you even
believed in the tooth fairy. The 'Bingo Scam is as old as the hills. For
years churches and charitable organizations ran and still run bingo games
and games of chance.  There was a lot of money to be raised this way."
Barns explained. "The bingo concession, which may or may not be the charity
itself, always had trouble getting unpaid workers. After all who wanted to
work when they could play bingo and maybe win some money. So what do they
do to entice a few more workers? They came up with a simple solution. They
would take a potential worker aside and tell him that since most of the
players paid cash for the cards there was a lot of cash money floating
around...."

"You don't mean that they allowed them to pocket some of it..."

"Oh no! It was a little more sophisticated and complicated than that."
Barns continued. "At the end of the evening, in order not to have to carry
huge amounts of cash (coins and bills) around until it could be deposited
in the bank, these workers were permitted to write checks and take cash for
the amount of the check.  Since the checks were always made out to the
charitable organization-they could be and were used as proof for a charity
tax write-offs."

"Wow, I never heard of that." Joseph said. "And the churches never stopped
it?"

"We like to think that they never knew anything about it." Barns laughed.
"Anyway when the federal government got wind of it they clamped down on
individual charity contributions. Now they demand a lot more evidence then
a check. It looks as if Fazzi has found a new twist to the bingo game scam.
It's a money-laundering cover-up for sure. Like you said, I never had any
doubt that Fazzi was still a Syrian Agent. But it's nice to hear that you
are finally convinced." Barns said. "However, I need not remind you that
all this is still hearsay, and hearsay is not proof. Only by the illegal
transfer of funds will we be able to get the hard evidence. You keep your
eyes and ears open. Report everything back to me and be careful. It is
difficult to get good agents into the Islamic community. You have been able
to penetrate this cell deeper than any other agent we have ever had. I wish
we had a hundred like you. Do whatever you have to do to maintain your
cover.  When my area director spoke to the federal director, he was so
impressed that he took the files and reports to the very highest level and
everyone is interested and backing this project now."

"That's good news!  I'm glad to hear that because I would not like this to
be considered a rogue operation."

"Rogue operation? Don't talk like a fool. Once you were able to get someone
like Richard Worthington to come into this, it ceased being a game and
became serious business.  With a person of his reputation and connections,
this operation could no longer take place without the very highest sanction
and approval."  Barns said. "You would be surprised at the eyes and ears
that went up when I informed the director that Worthington was going to
work with us. That man has a lot of friends and connections all the way up
to and including the President. The director's ears perked up when I told
him, and he put in a call to the White House. After all Worthington is a
big contributor to both political parties as well as being on a first name
basis with the last three or four presidents.  As soon as the President was
notified, I got a call to come down to Washington and was told by both the
director and the big guy himself to make sure nothing happens to you or
Worthington. In fact when this is over the president said he would like to
meet with the two of you and express his gratitude."

"It's rather comforting to know that. It would still appear that money
still buys protection!" The soldier laughed.

"Joseph, don't be so cynical." Barns said. "Richard does not have to do any
of this. Remember He is not taking any money for this and that family
really cares about you and the country. I want you to be very respectful of
them."

"Fuck it Bill, you do not have to lecture me on Worthington or the respect
due to him-Fazzi does that all the time. By the way, I'm on my way to spend
the weekend with them now. Did he report to you about the meeting
Thursday?"

"Yes, early this morning, a full and detailed report including a complete
description on the inside of the house. He gave us a list of everyone that
was there, along with his or her address and phone number. He even included
some descriptive information on some of them. Hell he even included the
name of Fazzi's new cook. He said that when this is over that he might like
to hire her. I think we have hooked this man and his entire family. He told
me that nothing they have ever done before has brought the family so close
together. They are having the time of their lives. When I told him that the
President sends his regards and wants him to be careful, he just
pooh-poohed it off. He also told me that he had received a personal call
from his nibs already telling him to be careful. Anyway we took the list of
names he gave us and ran them through our computer lists. The President
also suggested that we check with the Mossad. You know who they are?"

"Yes I do. Are you sure it's a good idea to work with them?" Joseph
asked. "Fazzi is suspicious of Jews or anyone who might even appear to be
Israeli. At one time, so he tells me, he thought I might be a Mossad agent
and he had his people run a complete check on me back to the day I was
born. I am sure he did do that and that if he had found anything there, I
would be feeding the fish at the bottom of the Atlantic by now. I just
don't want my name to be linked with them. Besides, they have their own
agenda and it might not be the same as ours."

"Fazzi is right to fear them. When it comes to Hamas, the Mossad has expert
knowledge gained unfortunately through many years of having to deal with
them. Also we never know when we might uncover one of their agents or they
might have an operator of their own in the mix, so to speak. After all,
they have operatives that look and speak Arabic better than some
Arabs. They have been known to infiltrate these terrorist cells better than
we have been able to do, that is, until now. At times they even share
intelligence with us. I never told you before, but it was through them that
we learned about that wife bargaining episode at Fazzi's that first
Friday. They informed us that a certain American soldier, named Joseph
Benson, might be turning into a traitor. Our own paid agent, who was also
there, did not think it was important enough to tell us that. They had
found out about that Arab that we were trying to get married to Fazzi's
daughter. They were even thinking of doing something like that
themselves. However, you screwed up their plans on that. They even thought
about enlisting you as an agent, but turned down the idea." Bill said.

"How come they didn't?"

 "Well first of all they try to use only one of their own people for this
type of work. Secondly, you have to be kidding, use an American soldier!
One who shows up at a Mosque in uniform? One who just happened, 'so to
speak', to fall into the pot? Not even the CIA or Hollywood would dare come
up with a stupid plot like that.  It's too obvious. The Arabs think we are
stupid, but not that idiotic. Not even Mossad, which is known for crazy
hair-brained plots like that, would have attempted anything like it. At one
time one of their agents penetrated deep into Syrian intelligence. He was
able to rise to such high political and social heights that he was being
considered for the post of Minister of Defense, which at that time was the
steppingstone to the Presidency. In the past we have often had to ask for
their help and we will continue to do so in the future. It has taken us a
long time to develop Arabic speaking agents and we still don't have many
that we completely trust. You are one of the few. We don't want to loose
you! Be careful!"

I will Bill-I got to get going, please give my regards to the guys in the
office."

 Joseph eased his car back onto into traffic and then took Route 3 through
the Lincoln Tunnel into the city. He made his way downtown and found a
parking lot near the theater. He walked over to the ticket office and
informed the cashier who he was. An usher directed into the wings of the
stage where he was able to watch the play. Rich was on stage and it was the
last act. After the final curtain call he came over to Joseph and the two
of them went to his dressing room.

Rich closed the door and grabbed Joseph and the two of them kissed and
clung to each other. "I missed you so much, Joseph. Dad told me about the
meeting. Everything is going good-isn't it?" Rich asked.

"Everything is wonderful. We can talk about all it in the car. Do you want
to go to Long Island tonight or tomorrow?" the soldier asked.

"It's up to you. I did pack an overnight case, but we could go to my place
and get a good night's sleep or go to the Island right from here. I did
tell mom to expect us tonight, but we can call and I'm sure she will
understand."

"Tell you what, I hate the thought of trying to find another parking lot
tonight in the city. Let's go tonight. We can spend Saturday there then I
can get you back in time for Saturday's performance and we can sleep late
Sunday and I can go back to base late Sunday evening or early Monday
morning." Joseph suggested.

"That sounds good. It will be a wonderful treat to wake up two or three
mornings in a row with you next to me in bed." Rich said. "Oh by the way
before I forget, Frank sends his regards. He calls at least twice a week to
see how I'm doing and to ask when we are going to go out to celebrate your
graduation. Any suggestions?"

"Not a one. Maybe next weekend sometime, let's say late Saturday after the
show or Sunday afternoon. I will leave it up to you. You call him and set a
date and I'll make it." Joseph said as the two of them left the theater and
went to the parking lot. "School starts the week after next so I will be
busy getting my lectures set and meeting students after that."

"I'll call him. Maybe I can take off a Saturday night. My understudy has
been praying that I would get sick or something."  Rich laughed as they got
into the car.

The trip out to the Island was faster than usual and they made it in record
time. Richard and Sarah were waiting for them and they all sat in the
library and had a light supper and talked. Joseph and Richard went over the
investments that Richard senior would suggest and Joseph filled him in on
how the word was spreading through the Arab community. "When we were in the
Mosque today, all kinds of people kept coming over to both Fazzi and me
insisting that they be included in the Club."

"Yes I know the word is out in more than one way." Richard said.  "It
appears to be the hottest thing on Wall Street. Everyone wants a bite of
the action. We have been getting calls from just about every brokerage
house looking to get in on the ground floor. Someone started the rumor that
we are going to become, if not the official then the unofficial, bankers
for the entire Arab world. They are saying that from now on any
Arab/American who doesn't participate in the "Fund" is a traitor to his
people and that in the future all Arab capitol one way or the other will
pass through Worthington's."

"I hope you are doing nothing to stop those rumors." Joseph said.

"I even added to them. I let it be know that, in time, we hope to establish
a corporative enterprise that would rival the economies of some nations and
perhaps even surpass the Swiss bankers. Nothing like a little free
advertising to get things rolling." Richard said, "I'm having our lawyers
set up the paperwork and I checked it out with the Securities and Exchange
Commission and a few friends in Washington. In fact when I spoke with Fazzi
earlier this evening and told him of the plans, he was as happy as could be
that things are working out this way. He had only one problem and a
stipulation with it."

"And what was that?" Joseph asked. "I think he would be delighted with how
things are going."

"Oh he is. Only to use his own words, he like most Arabs, is distrustful of
Americans and he would like to have one of 'his' people on the inside of
Worthington's to look after his interests. When I asked him whom he
wanted-he put forth your name. He says that he knew I would have no
objection to you and that since he and his people trust you, they would all
feel secure with you as their agent."

"My God! Am I going crazy here? Me? Why me?"

"When I asked him that, he said that he knew that I might not accept any
Arab he might suggest and since both he and I trust you... You are the best
choice. I also informed him that in order for this to work you must have
access to any and all information he has. He told me that Worthington's
could depend on that. We could not have asked for a better situation."

"Perhaps, but just what is it that I will have to do? I don't really
understand anything about this stuff."

"Well, you will be his representative. He wants you to look after his
interests."  Richard said. "For the details, you will have to consult with
him. I just think he wants you to be his eyes and ears. He said it would be
good training for you as his heir. He even alluded to the future
'Worthington & Benson Investments'. I guess he thinks you are going to
become part of his family and marry his daughter and take over for him."

Joseph looked at Rich and then said to his father, "he has sent Kassie and
Mary away for good. I don't think he harbors any thoughts of Kassie and I
getting together in the future. While he still calls me his future
son-in-law-we both know it is just a cover up for social, community and
political reasons as well as to hide his real intentions."

"And what are those, Joseph?" Sarah asked.

"He wants me to be his lover, his son, his heir. The man has reached that
stage in life where he is searching for immortality. The closing doors of
the forties I think it is called. He looks back and sees half his life gone
and very little if anything that he hoped for in his youth has come
about. At this stage, in his life he can see only past failures, old age
and death in the future. He has never produced a child and needs and wants
an heir.  Someone to love and whom he hopes will carry on for him. It's
sad, real sad."

"And what about you and our son?" Sarah asked. "Does he know about junior?"

"As far as he knows, Rich and I are just friends. Fazzi thinks that he is
my first and the only gay relationship I have had."

"And that's the way we want it." Rich added. "Joseph and I decided that
before we went into this. Mom, I'm OK with it. This is too important to all
of us, so please play along."

They talked till after midnight and then went to up to their room to sleep.

"I don't think your Mother likes me being involved with Fazzi." Joseph
said.

"Well what did you expect? She is afraid that you will leave me. She is
only being protective of her "Cub". Rich said.

"I'll have to talk to her and reassure her that it is you that I love."

"Never mind talking to my mom. I want to make love to you.  Come let's get
that lovely ass of yours in bed. I'm going to fuck your brains out. I don't
want to talk or hear anything more about that fucking Arab or anything else
for the rest of this weekend." He said, grabbing Joseph and throwing him
onto the bed. "This weekend, you are mine and I intend to use you for sex,
for pure sex and nothing else."

Clothes started to fly through the air as they pulled off each other's
garments. Soon they were both naked rolling on the bed touching and
tickling each other.

"Are you sure they can't hear us?"  The hysterical soldier asked.

"No they can't, they are in the other wing of the house. Even if they were
in this wing, what makes you think they would be interested? They have
their own happy times in bed to keep them busy.  They are still young
enough to enjoy sex almost every night. I could tell you stories about some
of the times I used to hear them making love. What can I say, I inherited
my old man's passion. But to answer your question, no, it is just you and I
here. So you can scream all you want. No one is coming to help you." Rich
stated and then asked, "So my love, tell me how would you like it this
first time tonight?  On your knees, stomach or back?"


"My back, always on my back. You know how I like to watch you as you fuck
me!"  The soldier answered. "I love seeing your face and the look in your
eyes as you cummmmm."

"My eyes?? What about my eyes and my face?"

"I love seeing them roll back and your face gets this intense expression,
like you are off in another world."

"I'll give you another world." Rich said as he stroked his cock and began
rubbing the tip around Joseph's hole teasing him and making him want it
more and more.  When he saw Joseph's rosebud puckering to welcoming his wet
cock head, he removed his cock and covered it with a condom. He slowly
inserted the tip of his hard dick as his lover moaned in both pleasure and
pain. Inch by inch, feeding the love stick deeper and deeper until about
one half of his long hard cock was buried in the warm welcoming, sucking
sinkhole, and then he removed most of it until only the head was still
imbedded.

"You think you can take it all in one shot?"

"Yeahhhhhhhh fuck me baby! Give it all to me!" Joseph shouted.

"Your wish is my command. Get ready, bitch, here it comes." Yelled Rich as
he drove his pig-sticker in, until his balls banged against the soldiers
ass. "There you are all skewered up like one of those bar-b-cues you
love. Now ride my sword!"

The sense of being so full sends spasms throughout Joseph as again he
screams out, "Oh baby fuck me." However, the momentary pain from the ass
pounding has caused his own cock to deflate.


"Ready? Are you really ready? Here we go." Rich moaned as he picked up the
pace and really began slamming in and out of the now dripping man cunt
forcing Joseph's cock to again grow hard between their bellies.

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!  God YES!  That's it lover, the both of them moaned over
and over, as they began bucking their hips fucking faster and faster. Ride
me cowboy!"

"Yeah Bitch, you like it hard?  I know you do.  Matching each other's
thrusts while the bed creaked and bounced, the dance of love continued as
both approached the brink.

Joseph's sphincter tightened sending waves of pleasure through both of
them. "OHhhhhh!  God", he hears Rich scream.

"Let me have it, come on fill me up!  I want to feel your hot cock expand
in my pussy. Joseph keeps screaming out to Rich as he himself is beginning
to explode. "Yesssss, cumm you can do it! Cummmm with me, together!" He
shouts as Rich drilled in one more time then stiffened up and lifts his
head and howled like a banshee shooting his love juice into the condom.

"Fuck, damn it, that was fantabulous."

They lay like that in each other's arms for about five minutes. Then they
grew soft and separated.  They lay on their backs looking at the ceiling
and relaxing.

"Joseph, what are you thinking?"

"Oh nothing, nothing at all."

"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."

"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...