Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2007 07:36:05 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three-Day Pass Chapter #31

The Three-Day pass Chapter #31
By Joystick

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The end of Chapter 30

"No, absolutely no! We don't want another convert like him. We would rather
have him as what he is.  We had some reservations about Fazzi's wanting him
to become a Muslim. The man is with the American Army and we just can't
take that great of a chance.  It may be best to just let the fund continue
to build. In the meantime we can operate very well on these other moneys
and when America is brought to its knees we will have something more to
plunder-Wall Street!

Chapter 31

He watched the actors up on the stage going through their lines in their
first full cast rehearsal. It was terrible to see and worse to hear. Pure
amateurish rot-gut. My god, except for Richard, the rest of them were no
better than a bunch of grade school children trying to put on a class play.
Joseph was thinking this as he turned to one of the producers and asked,
"Is it always this bad the first time?"

"So you have noticed. Sometimes it is even worse. Most of them were just
given the play to read a day ago. They have not had the time to study the
lines or to formulate their characterizations yet. It takes a while for an
actor to visualize his roll."  Whispered Carl Donetz, one of the
producers. "The only one that has had time to do any studying is Rich. We
gave him the script a long time ago to read.  Heck you yourself have read
it more than any of the other actors have."

"Why would you do that?"

"For several reasons," he continued. "One of them is because we want the
star to be able to lead the cast. But the main reason is, we could not get
"A Star" to take the chance on a play without letting him know the type of
material he will have to work with.  Then there is also the fact that since
this is a new work; we don't want to leak too much to the press. There are
even times we may go into rehearsals before the play itself is finished."

"Not finished?" Joseph whispered.  "You're kidding me! Aren't you?"

"Nope I'm not kidding you. Just like some Hollywood directors, there are
some authors, who work with only a bare outline. While they are very rare,
they are not unheard of. Their reputation is so great that just the mention
of their name will bring both actors and investors running to participate."

"How long will this first stage of production continue?"

Laughing Carl said, "For the investors sake, It better not last too
long. Usually it takes about a week for the actors, the author and the
director to get their acts together. The process is very interesting to
watch. They struggle along and all of a sudden there comes a time when
everyone is on board and working together. Then the fun begins.  All of a
sudden, the cast becomes the characters they are portraying and they reach
the point where each member will know what the other is thinking without
even realizing it."

"Kind of like my students. All of a sudden, one day, they find themselves
thinking and then even dreaming in Arabic and then they loose their
inhibitions and bashfulness and feel at home in the language."

"Now you got it!"

"Ok that's a wrap for this evening." Shouted the director. "I want you to
take the scripts home and study your parts. You will have a week to learn
your parts and then the real work begins. If any of you have any questions
you can call me at the number on the first page of the script. I expect
every one of you to make every rehearsal and know not only your own part
but everyone else's also. Anyone missing a rehearsal had better be dead or
I will kill you myself."

The cast, moaning started to breakup and leave the theater. Rich and Joseph
after saying good night to everyone got in the BMW and headed uptown to the
bridge. In the car on the way home Rich asked Joseph what he thought.

"You were wonderful. I'm told that the others will get better once they
learn their parts. Are you sure you want to come to Paterson tonight? We
could still go to your place, if you still feel uncomfortable."

"No, I want to go there and see what your "other life" is like. I have been
silly about this whole thing and its time I grew up." Richard said,
"Besides I need a change of scenery and the quiet will be good for me. I
might even get in some time to go over the play. If we go to my place, it's
for sure that the phone will be ringing all the time.  Yes, I think a
change of scenery is just what the doctor ordered.  Besides, I can't think
of a better change, then to make love in your lover's second boyfriend's
bed. Shit! That didn't come out right but I think you know what I mean."

Joseph started to laugh. "You sure have a devious, dirty mind and I do love
you when you get devious and dirty. Besides Fazzi said I was to party and
invite my friends over while he was away."

"I am sure he did not mean for you to sleep with them in his bed no
less. How long before he comes home?"

"Unless he gets tied up, he should be back Wednesday."  Joseph
smiled. "That gives us plenty of time. I might even get dressed up in a
formal Tux, give you my Fred Astaire imitation and let you dance me to
bed!"

"Now who has the dirty mind? I'll bet you planed this. You did, didn't you?
Come on tell me. Just how long have you been planning this?"

"Can't fool you, can I? Ever since the old desert fox first told me he was
going to Syria. I even gave the hired help the evening off. So we can be
alone and you can scream all you want. No one will hear you."

They drove over the George Washington Bridge and along Rt. 80 and into the
suburbs of Paterson. The trip only took about a half hour as the BMW soon
passed through the iron gates of Fazzi's estate. Parking in front of the
house, Joseph took Richard's hand and pulled him through the entrance
doorway, through the hall and into the kitchen. There he sat him at the
table and made a light snack for the both of them. After eating, Joseph
showed Rich around the house (at the same time checking to see that the
servants were not at home). After the 50-cent tour he took him up to his
and Fazzi's room and after locking the door he grabbed Richard and held him
in his arms kissing him.

 "You know, Rich, this is a first for me. It is the first time that I have
ever wanted to make love to someone in this room. I feel so free that I
want to fling open the windows and scream my happiness to the whole world."

"Then what the hell is stopping you? No one can hear us, or so you said."

"I've got an even better idea." Joseph said as he walked to the big sliding
doors leading on to the widow's walk porch that overlooked the driveway
outside Fazzi's room and then he screamed, "this is my only lover and I
don't care who knows it."

Richard pulled him in and said, "I was just kidding! Are you nuts? Get in
here before someone out there sees or hears you!"

"Now who has lost his sense of adventure and romance? Remember what you
told me that evening on the hotel roof garden?" Joseph laughed. "No one is
going to hear or see us from here, unless they fly low with a helicopter.
Besides I just don't care anymore. I don't care who knows about my love
life anymore. When Fazzi gets back I'm through with this shit. It is going
to be over. As soon as I get out of the army, and that will be soon, we can
live our lives together as two 'normal queers'. Come here and make love to
me right here on this balcony, just like we did that night in that fancy
hotel room. We don't have hot tub here, but that whicker lounge will do
just as well."


Richard took Joseph into his arms and after kissing him deeply said, "My
love, if it is one thing we have always tried to do it was to tell the
truth to each other. So let's cut the bullshit out, I know you well enough
by now to know that you will not leave a job undone-but it was nice to hear
you say that anyway. We both know you are in this for the duration, so
'shit-can' it and damn it, fuck me!"

"Yes," Joseph said as he lifted him up in his arms, carried him over to the
chase, set him down on it. He then undid the actors belt, unfastened his
pants and after removing his shoes and socks he removed his pants and under
pants. Then an idea came into his mind and he said excitedly, "Wait, don't
move stay right there I'll be back in a minute. We may not have that hot
tub but never let it be said that necessity is not the mother of
invention."

A few minutes later Joseph returned with a basin of warm water, a bar of
soap, washcloths and a towel. "If we can't have a hot tub-the least I can
do is to wash your body down." He smiled as he knelt at Rich's legs and
placed the actors' bare feet into the basin.  Taking the washcloth in one
hand and soaping it up he began on Richard's hairy legs. Although they had
bathed together many times he never realized how hairy and strong the
actor's legs were. He bathed each toe and the undersides of his feet and
lathered up the legs. He continued rubbing with the wet cloth until he had
washed both legs and his washcloth-covered fingers had worked their way up
the legs to his privates.

"Oh that feels so wonderful. So relaxing. I could get used to this."
Richard said as he stood up and removed his shirt and undershirt and stood
nude in the basin.

"Relaxed? You don't look relaxed. At least not your cock. Excited would be
a more accurate term." Joseph laughed as he turned him around and washed
his back, letting his nimble fingers glide over the actor's smooth
skin. His fingertips continued their sexy journey around his upper torso
until they came in contact with his nipples. Using the rough washcloth he
teased and excited them to hardness. Like small mountains peaks they rose
to the stimulation. Richard breathed a deep sigh as Joseph placed his lips
over one tit and kissed each nipple, rubbing his teeth over them and
playfully nipping on first one and then the other.

"Bend over, baby." Joseph ordered. "I want to clean that backside of
yours." Richard bent over and Joseph parted Rick's ass cheeks and ran the
wet cloth between them and with the tip of the cloth he carefully cleaned
the puckered hole, teasing it until it sucked at the cloth covered pointed
finger. Then his fingers again covered with the warm wet cloth moved
between Rich's legs and he cleansed his cock and balls. When this was done
he then took the dry towel and patted him dry and laid him on the chaise
lounge. Rich by this time had one hell of an erection on. The soldier
placed his lips on the tip of his cut cock head and ran the tip of his
tongue around the scar and over the head. He placed his lips over the head
and sucked it in with one fluid motion all the way down to the base.

"God, I don't believe that two years ago you were new to this!" Rich said
moaning and entwining his fingers through the blond hair using his lovers'
mouth as a pussy he pulled his face up and down his rock hard shaft. "This
is fantastic but I want to fuck you! Let me fuck you.  Strip down and ride
my rod."

Joseph reluctantly let the hard meat slip from his throat and reached into
his rear pocket for the foil wrapped condom and tossed it to Rich as he
undid his pants, slid them off and threw them to the corner of the balcony
soon to be followed by the rest of his clothes.

"Someday I'm going to have to teach you to be neater." Rich said as he
rolled the lubed rubber over his dick and waited as Joseph straddled his
body placing the dickhead between his ass cheeks and squatted down he
allowed the cock to slid into his love channel. He pushed down until the
monster was buried inside him. Savoring the feeling of his lovers cock
buried deep inside him, Joseph bore down squeezing and driving Richard
insane with desire. They sat like that for a while, not moving, but with
his ass pulsating around Rich's cock. There was no need for either of them
to move, the walls of the soldier's ass were slowly masturbating the
actor's throbbing cock. Then he started to slowly lift his ass an inch and
then down. Slowly, ever so slowly increasing length of the upward and
downward stroke. Richard's moaning soon turned into excited cries and then
screams as Joseph's ass sucked the life giving fluid out of Richard's balls
until he was drained dry. And the two lovers fell asleep out on the balcony
in each other's arms. The next morning Richard and Joseph had breakfast
together.  Joseph drove Rich to the bus station where he caught the bus
into the city.  Joseph then drove to the base school. Rich was planning on
spending the day in the city and visiting his dad and mom and return the
next day.

Later that morning in the Oval office the President sat at his desk taking
a high security phone call from Israel.

"We cannot confirm the death of Mr.  Muhammad," the Israeli PM said, "but
we are almost sure of it. Our observers reported that they saw and
photographed Syrian troops mopping up the area and they were not taking
anyone alive. It appears that those not killed by the explosions were
rounded up and shot in the back of the head. I don't think anyone
survived. It was a blood bath. And these are the animals you would want us
to sit down with?"

"We know. Our satellite tells us the same gruesome story. I don't know why
you would not be sure of Fazzi having died there. Is there something you're
not telling me?"

"Well, yes there is.  Unknown to Fazzi we had a tracking devise planted on
him. We are still getting signals from it and they are moving from place to
place."

"You are a bunch of sneaky devils!" the president laughed.

"With only a small country like mine, we had better be. It may be that one
of the killers spotted the expensive watch on Fazzi's wrist and decided to
take a memento.  Since the tracking devise was located in the watch and it
is moving.........  we are assuming he is still alive. When we get proof
otherwise we will inform you. Mr. President just to repeat, we had nothing
to do with this either directly or indirectly."

"I know that. Do you have any idea who did?"

"We can only speculate. A lot of people wanted these cutthroats dead
including your CIA."

"Well I'm sure none of our boys had a hand in it." He laughed, "After all
it did work! And our guys have not been very successful at that sort of
thing, lately. But I will check it out anyway."

"I would not rule out the Syrians or even the Emirate itself. My money is
on the Emirate. Now they are the 'King of the Mountain." The PM said and as
he was about to hang up, he added, "however, Mr. President as you Americans
say, one should not look a gift horse in the mouth."

Meanwhile, back in New Jersey, at the base Joseph's cell phone was
ringing. He picked it up and heard an unfamiliar voice saying, "Hello,
Sergeant Joseph Benson? Hassan Segour here, we met a while back. Do you
remember me?"

"Ahhh, yes I do. I met you with Allie Balbak that evening at my father's
house." Joseph said.  "My father is back home in Syria for a week or so. Is
there anything I can do for you?"

"Yes, there is. I was wondering if I might come over to your house this
evening and talk to you for a while?

"Sure I'll be home this evening. As a matter of fact I am having some of my
students over this evening. Will that be all right?" He asked, and then a
bit cautiously asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"No! No, there is nothing wrong. Allie asked me to check in on you to see
how you are doing with Fazzi away. Besides the last time we met, we seem to
have got off on the wrong foot and I wanted to clear up a few things. Your
friends being there will pose no problem." He said thinking that it would
even be better if there were someone around to comfort him after he told
him about Fazzi. "What time should I come over?"

"Perhaps you would you care to join us for dinner?"

"I would love to, but I already have plans for dinner. Another time,
perhaps. Shall we say about 8 PM?" he said thinking that it would be better
if Joseph had eaten before he told him the bad news.

"Yes, by that time we should be finished eating. Perhaps you will join us
for coffee?"

"Yes. That sounds wonderful, see you then."

Joseph and his guests had just finished eating and Summaya had cleared the
table and they had retired to the library for coffee when the doorbell
rang. "That must be Hassan now, Summaya will you let him in and show him to
the library. The Housekeeper went to the front door, opened it and let
Hassan in then she showed him into the library.

"Mesaa El Kair, Good evening," said Hassan. "It is nice to see you again,
Yussef."

"Good evening, Hassan." Joseph said as he introduced him to his
students. After all the introductions were made and coffee was served, they
all sat down and made small talk for a while. After a while Joseph excused
himself and said he had to give the housekeeper some instructions for
tomorrow and he went into the kitchen. After he was gone Hassan got up and
said to the remaining guests, "I'm glad you are here. I have some very bad
news for your teacher and it is good that he have some friends here to help
him. His father has died and he will need friends to help him after I
inform him."

When Joseph returned, he could feel that something was wrong. Hassan asked
him if they could talk in private and they went into the next room.

"You had better sit down Yussef, I have some rather bad news for you."
Hassan said and after Joseph was seated he continued, "there is no easy way
to say this, so I will just come out with it...Fazzi was killed a few days
ago in a family feud. A relative shot him. It had something to do with
inheritance. What the exact nature of the dispute was I can't say as these
things can sometimes go back generations. The cousin has been arrested and
will be tried in short order."  Joseph turned white. "Are you all right?"
Hassan asked.

"Yes, I am alright.  To tell you the truth I was expecting something like
this to happen. I had wanted to go with him but he said it was too
dangerous. He told me there was bad blood between him and his family, but
that he thought it was forgotten by now. Will his body be sent back to
Paterson for burial?"

"No he was buried in Syria according to Muslim traditions." Hassan
said. "As much as he loved this city and his people here we knew he would
like to be buried in a military cemetery in the capitol. He was awarded
full rights even the president was there. I am sorry to be the bearer of
this sad news, but Allie insisted that I tell you in person and not let the
news come to you through a stranger or perhaps the newspapers. I just told
your friends and they have decided to stay and comfort you. Before I
go---is there anything I can do to help you before I leave."

"I will need proof of his death and can the cause of death be changed to
natural causes as I would not like to have it known that he was killed by
his own family." Joseph asked. "That is the least I can do for him now."

"That is so thoughtful of you. Yes, I will see what I can do about
that. However you do know that his killer will still be punished according
to our law. Are you sure you are all right? Is there anything else I can do
for you?" Hassan said. "My office is at your disposal if you should happen
to think of anything."

"Leave me your card and if I should think of anything I will let you
know. I will have to contact the Imam and arrange some kind of memorial
service. Will you be one of the speakers to give a eulogy if one is
required or will Allie come in for that."

"I am sure he will be here, but if not than I will be honored to do it. If
you want I can arrange everything for you. You should not have to do this
yourself."

"Thank you! Not being a Muslim I would not know where or how to get
started." Joseph said. "And one thing more I am sure Ibrahim Smith would
like to speak and also perhaps his mother. I will inform his wife and
daughter, if you have not done so already."

"They have been informed, but they were asked not to contact you until I
had the opportunity to tell you first." Hassan said, I did not want you to
get the bad news on the telephone."

"That was very considerate of you, thank you and I do appreciate it."
Joseph said. "Now I leave the details up to you, just keep me informed."

"Yes sir, I will get right on it." Hassan said as he left the room and
house.

Joseph's students paid their respects and stayed with him for a while then
left to return to the base. He called Rich and told him the news.

"I'll be right there. Is there anything I can do for you? Are you all
right?"

"Yes I'm fine. Will you inform your dad and mom? This changes everything. A
rather unexpected ending---but an ending never-the-less."

About an hour later a call came in from Mary and Cassandra (Kassie). Kassie
was glad to see that Joseph was taking it so well.

"You sound almost relieved now that he is gone." Kassie said, "Does this
make any difference in our relationship?"

"This only means that you and Mary will each become very rich women. The
last time we spoke I told you there was no future for us. What happened to
Fazzi does not change anything. If you want to hire a lawyer, I will be
glad to meet with him and come to some agreement on a legal settlement over
Fazzi's estate." Joseph said.

"Yussef, habibi, anything that you decide will be fine with mom and I. We
already have all we need. You know I will always love you for what you did
for mother and I. I'm glad and I'm relieved that you too will be free of
him now and that you can find someone to settle down with and find
happiness with. You were right about my future. I have very good news for
you. A while back I started going with one of the men at Med-School. He
goes to the same church as mom and I do and we are going to be married in
six months."

"Wonderful, I am so happy for you. Will you permit me to arrange and pay
for your dowry and wedding?" Joseph said and then added, "As your brother
it would be my pleasure and duty to do this."

"Yes I would like that and we would also love for you to "Give" me away, if
you will."

"That sounds fantastic, Yes, I would be most happy to do that, Kassie."

After this he placed a call to his company commander and asked and received
'Bereavement Leave'. "Some of your students reported to me about the death
of Fazzi... I am so sorry to hear of his death. I will take care of
everything from here. Just try to take it easy. He was a great man and I
know how much he cared for you and you for him. You will notify me when the
memorial service will be held. I would like to attend and I'm sure some of
the students would like to show their support for you as well as pay their
last respects to your father."

Rich had told the Worthingtons. They were shocked. They called and offered
condolences. Joseph called Bill Barns and told him. He was told to go right
ahead with the funeral plans and Bill would get in touch with him later.

Allie called from his commercial flight and they were on the phone for a
long time. "Look I will make all the arrangements. You do not have to do a
thing," Allie told him. "As far as the memorial service goes you can have
anything you want, except that Ibrahim's mother will not be able to
eulogize him at the service. I am sure she will have time to express her
feelings at a time and place and in a manner that is suitable later. You as
his son would be allowed to participate but as a infidel it would be best
if you did not show too high a profile."

Joseph told Allie that he appreciated his willingness to help but that he
would rely on the local Imam as to what form the arrangements
take. "However I would appreciate if you would consult with him." Joseph
said.

The next morning the Imam came to call with a delegation of Arab notables
and Joseph was informed of what was going to happen at the service. Latter
in the day a tired Allie showed up and Joseph, Allie and the Imam went over
the final arrangements.

"Given the special circumstances of the situation I think we can permit
Mrs. Smith and Ibrahim to express their comments at the service. We shall
even permit Yussef to say something. In cases like these we can and will
make exceptions." The Imam said. "Yussef, I know how close you were to
Fazzi and he would have liked to have had you participate."

"Thank you, but I don't think that I could speak, I would break down. And I
do not think the Muslims emissaries would understand a man crying in
public. My father, Fazzi, knew how much I thought of him and I think it
would be too much at this time. Allie will you do the honors for me?"
Joseph said as he turned to Allie.

"Yes it will be my honor to do it." Allie said.

After they left Allie sat back in the soft chair and said to Joseph. "I was
sort of Fazzi's legal advisor and he showed me the latest will he had drawn
up. He left you everything except a small trust fund for Mary and
Kasemah. The estate is quite large and then there is the "fund" which you
will now manage in his place. He left it up to you as to what to do with
the funds. I will do what I can to help, but you are free to administer it
as you see fit. Need I remind you that the continued support of the
Arab/American community will rest upon how you handle both the fund and
yourself?"

"Allie, for that I will need men like you to help me."  Joseph said as he
put out his hand to Allie. "Fazzi wanted us to work together and he trusted
you enough to suggest to me that you would make a very good assistant. I
hope you will take the job and advise me until my feet get wet."

"I love your American expressions and yes I will be glad to serve as your
assistant."

And so the memorial service was held and went off like clockwork. A letter
of sympathy was read from the President of the United States thanking Fazzi
for his help and stating how much he would be missed. Everyone spoke and
said such nice things about Fazzi that you would not have recognized who
they were talking about. Afterwards at the house Joseph said to Rich when
they were alone... "At last it is over and we can go back to living our
lives." He pulled Rich to himself and kissed him and the two of them felt
at ease for the first time since Joseph had started his undercover work.

"Yes --- it is done. It is over at last!"....

The End.