Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2008 15:08:20 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three-Day Pass chapter 33

The Three-Day Pass Chapter 33
By Joystick

This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken
with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your
obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may
inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be
answered to the best of my ability.  Joystick56@Hotmail.com

Again I want to thank Chris for his help with editing. And again any errors
are mine and mine alone.

End of Chapter # 32

"What I am going to tell you now is for your ears only. For reasons, which
I do not want to go into now, the United States owes Israel a big
favor. They allowed Fazzi to live as long as he did. There were literally
hundreds of times they could have killed the both of you, but at our
request they held off. This last time we had to inform them about you. They
realized that with you as his 'son', he was worth more to us alive then
dead. His housekeeper was and is one of their top agents. They have been
tracking him for over fifteen years. You better keep her, but be
careful. She has her thing to do and you have yours. The two may not always
be the same thing, but if push comes to shove she may be a friend in
need. I leave it to you. I have learned to trust your instincts. Anything
else?"

"No Sir." Joseph said. "I think I will accept the job but, I will let you
know for sure as soon as I speak with the Worthingtons."

Chapter #33

"You see, I told you. I knew you would do it. You just couldn't say the
magic 'NO word', could you? And to make matters worse, you put the onus for
the decision upon my family and me." Rich said.

"Well yes, I guess I did! After all we are partners aren't we?

"Yes we are and I know how much you and my father would like you to
continue so I am out voted. Go on do it!"

"My love, even if everyone one voted 'Yes' and you voted 'No', your vote
would constitute a majority of one."

"Fancy words. You and your fancy fucking words, you know damn well that I'm
afraid to say "No". You have me by the short hairs and I'm not about to say
no." Rich fumed. "Do what the fuck you want! Let's just leave it like
that."

"Ok, are you coming home tonight?" Joseph asked, still feeling the
hostility in Richard's voice.

"No, we are having a late night rehearsal. Tomorrow we are going out of
town for the try-outs and we are working our tails to the bone in order to
get ready for our New York opening. If all goes well we will open next
month." Rich said. "I think that's why I'm so edgy lately. I'm nervous and
I'm taking it out on you."

"That's what I'm here for, lover.  Do you want me to come up to be there
with you for the try-out?" Joseph said trying to smooth over the situation.

"No, don't come up. The try-out will still be rough and I want you to see
the finished project."

"You are going to be just great and so is the play. Don't worry about it. I
love you."

" Look I have to go now. I have some shopping to do for the trip. I'll call
you from the try-outs. Joseph forgive me, in spite of everything, I love
you." Rich said as he closed his cell phone.

Joseph put down his phone and was startled to hear it ring as soon as it
had rested in its cradle. Picking it up he said "Benson here."

"Marhaba, keefak? Hello, how are you? It is Allie here. I hope it is not
too soon, but when do you think you would like to have a meeting? There are
some things I would like to discuss with you." He said in Arabic. "Aside
from preparing the lists of Arabic charities, I really don't know what I am
supposed to do or even when I am supposed to start my new job."

"Allie I was just thinking about you," He lied. "I am not planning anything
for this evening. If you have the time why not drop by the house this
evening for supper? Perhaps you might even bring your wife. Like, Fazzi my
father, I find it more interesting if I can meet and socialize with my
employees and their families. That way the family does not feel left-out
and they can understand when I impose on their husbands' family time."

"Oh, but, I thought you knew. I am not married. I have found that having a
wife would have tied me down and besides what woman would put up with my
hours." Allie told him.

"Perhaps you would like to bring a girl friend?"

"No, at present, there is just me."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Then perhaps you will come join me for dinner and
the two of us will get to know each other better. You could perhaps bring
that preliminary list of some of the organizations that you prepared and we
will go over it together. I think it is time to start the process of
funding these charities. I will have the cook prepare us a lamb
shish-ka-bob dinner."

"Yes the money is needed and I am sure that it will be put to good use."
Allie said. "Lamb shish-ka-bob! Oh don't go to any trouble. Something
simple will be fine with me."

"Nonsense, besides I love the stuff and look for any opportunity to have
cook serve it. It will be a pleasure to share it with an Arab, who knows
and can appreciate the finer points of the cuisine. You know that delicate
taste of the spices and the aroma that can drive you wild."

"OK, OK, say no more. What time shall I drop by?"

"About seven p.m. will be fine." Joseph said, "and be prepared to eat. One
thing more, I hope it won't offend your Muslim sensibilities or you, if I
have beer on the table."

"If you don't let it be broadcast about, I too drink now and then. Like
your late father, I have become accustomed to the Western custom of taking
a little alcohol with my meals. I have learned that custom as well as a few
other of your decadent and depraved morals." He laughed. "Fazzi and I loved
to delve into and appreciate much of that western debauchery that our Imams
love to preach against."

"Ahhhh, but now I shall insist that you tell me all about my father's
debauchery." Joseph said. "After that fine speech you gave and all those
funeral accolades, there were times that I was beginning to wonder if the
Fazzi I knew and loved was the same one we were putting to rest. You must
tell me the whole story tonight. I will see you at seven then."

Joseph sat down and began to plan out the evening. One thing was plain. In
order to get back into the center of the Emirate he would need a
connection. Without Fazzi he was unattached, an outsider and suspect. He
needed a tie-in, someone already inside who could smooth his way. The only
person that could fill that description at this point was either Allie or
perhaps Hassan. He already had one successful experience with Allie (the
freeing of his friend Ibrahim). Yes he said to himself. It will have to be
Allie. He went upstairs and while showering and dressing for the evening he
planned his strategy.

A few minutes to seven the doorbell rang and Joseph opened the door to find
Allie standing there holding two bottles of wine.

"How come you are answering the door? Did you let the valet off for the
night?" Allie asked as he handed Joseph the wine. "Here, this is for
dinner. I thought a dry red wine would go better than beer. I don't know
how to address you now that I am working for you. Is it Sergeant or should
I address you as sir? I don't know what to call my new boss."

"When we are alone in social settings like this, why not just continue to
call me Joseph or Yussef." He said taking the wine. "Thank you for being so
thoughtful. You are right wine will go better with dinner. As far as the
valet, I let him go. His main duty was to drive Fazzi and as I like to do
my own driving I had little or no use for him. Besides with me away most of
the time he made my housekeeper a bit upset with his rough ways and I think
he might have 'come on to her'. In any event she seems happier without him
and a happy housekeeper and cook makes the house run better, as you will
see tonight. Please sit in the library while I have the cook put this on
ice for us."

After giving the wine to the cook he returned to find Allie looking at some
of the books in Fazzi's vast collection.

"Cook tells me it will be ready in about 15 minutes." Joseph said.

"Before I forget, here is that listing you wanted. I did not think you
would want to move so fast." Allie said as he removed an envelope from his
suit jacket and handed it to Joseph. "However I did have a list prepared
and brought it with me. Would you care to go over it now?"

"Yes, I think we must start to move fast with some distribution of funds as
we do not want our contributors to loose interest or worse yet, think we
are forgetting the reason we started the fund. I think it only fair to
inform you that the American government is also going to be very interested
in checking out these organizations." Joseph reminded him. "It was one of
conditions of the incorporation agreement."

"Yes I know." Allie said handing Joseph the list. "As you can see the main
recipient so far is the "Red Crescent" and there are a few schools of
higher learning."  ~~~~~~~~~~ "Are you sure that none of these have ties to
terrorist groups?" Joseph questioned. "I don't want to be shot down before
we even start."

"These are all organizations that the UN and the United States have
approved of in the past. I realized that would be one of your concerns, so
I did do a lot of checking."

Joseph took the list and told him he would go over it and get back to him.

"By the way," Joseph said with a grin on his face, "walking in and seeing
you in this room reminds me of the fact that it was in this very room that
we first met. If I remember correctly, we had a heated discussion."

"Yes we did, but most of your argument was with Hassan Segour. He is a
rather hard liner and I seldom agree with him. Your father thought he was
an idiot and told him so many times. Hassan hated your guts and repeatedly
advised Fazzi to throw you out."

"He did, did he? And why would he do that?"

"There were several reasons for that, not the least of which was that you
were an American soldier and a Christian at that. He could not believe that
Fazzi would allow his daughter to see, much less marry, a
Christian. Knowing Fazzi's reputation he thought there was another reason
he was so taken with you."

"And what might that reason be." Joseph asked.

"Yussef. I like you. I like working for you and you are entitled to know
whatever you need to know about me, however, perhaps it is better to-how do
you Americans put it-'let sleeping dogs sleep'. Fazzi was not what you
would call a loving father and husband. He had this other side. It was
vicious, cunning, depraved and ruthless."

 "Fazzi and his family, but mostly Fazzi told me about his past." Said
Joseph. "At first I was shocked and repelled by the stories of his
escapades in the Lebanon, but after a while his charm and generosity broke
me down and I just forgot about them and saw the good side of him."

"I can honestly say that except for his devotion to duty and his
relationship with you, I have never seen this good side that you talk
about."

Joseph looking Allie square in the eyes said, "As an ex-soldier you should
know that there are times when duty calls for 'Fazzi types'. They are
one-sided, focused and ruthless. They care nothing for the people they
serve or those that serve under them. General Patten was such a man and
during troubled times, we need them and we wish we had a hundred men like
them."

The two men stared at each other for a while until a knock on the door
caused them to jump. "Dinner is ready, Sir."

"Yes." Said Joseph rubbing his hands together and smiling, "we can continue
this discussion at the table. You did promise to fill me in on some of my
father's debauchery."

They sat down and ate and as usual the food was great. "I have never tasted
this dish prepared in this manner. Do you mind if I ask your cook for the
recipe? It is not prepared as we make it in Syria."

"Not at all." Joseph said ringing for the cook. "Summaya, Mr. Balbak wants
to know your secret recipe for the shish-ka-bob. He says he has never
tasted it as good as this. Dare we give away a state secret?"

"Thank you sir," she said. "It is the spices and the marinate. They come
from Yemen. I will write it all out and you can have your wife call me if
she has any questions."

"I'm not married, but put your telephone number on the paper and I will
contact you if I have problems."

"You will be able to contact me here. Mr. Benson has asked me to stay on as
his cook and housekeeper and I think I will like that very much, now."

"Summaya after you do the dishes you may lock up and go home I will see our
guest out."

After finishing dinner they took their wine and went back into the library
and seated themselves on the couch in front of the coffee table.

"Now you were going to tell me about my father and why Segour did not like
me."

"Hassan thought you were a homosexual and that Fazzi had fallen under your
spell. He knew, as most of us did, that Fazzi loved young men. He set out
to try to prove you were seducing Fazzi and as it turned out all he proved
was that women were not distasteful to you."

"Well you must tell me how he did that." Joseph asked.

"You may not want me working for you after I tell you the story, but I am
going to tell you anyway." And Allie told him the story, the whole story;
at least as far as he could, including the fact that a video tape and
photos were taken of him and the belly dancer in her bed.

"Whatever happened to the tape and pictures?" Joseph laughed. "I would love
a copy of it. If I remember right she was one hell of a good fuck."

"I told her to keep the tape as we did not need or want it. For all I know
she still has it. Anyway it was a stupid idea."

"It was not stupid. You were concerned about your friend and you wanted to
protect him...., however, Hassan got it all wrong. It was not I coming on
to him, but he that seduced me. To make a long story short--- while I loved
his daughter and would have married her gladly, he thought it would be
better if the two of us cooled the romance down for the time being. He
feared, and rightly so, that I was going to take her virginity before we
married. To prevent this, and the repercussions it would have here in the
Arab community, he sent her and her mother away until the wedding. As you
know Fazzi was and could be a very charming man. While his wife and
daughter were in Deerborn Michigan living with her relatives he insisted I
live here with him in this house. He said he wanted to keep an eye on me,
in order to prevent me from running after other women. My future
father-in-law was very understanding and showered me with gifts and love. I
never knew my birth father and mother.  For too many reasons to tell you
now, the people that adopted me and myself never got along well. So I guess
I longed for a family and Fazzi became a father figure to me. To satisfy my
desire for sex, he introduced me to the joys of man-to-man sex. At first I
fought against it, but it was during this time that I realized I was a
homosexual. I decided to let his daughter off the hook and her father
became the love of my life. Now, knowing all this, do you still wish to
work for me? Do you have a problem working with someone who might at times
have thoughts of taking you to bed?"

"No. Do you really have those thoughts? Because if you do," Allie said his
dark shimmering eyes roaming up and down Joseph's body, "I have absolutely
no problem at all with that. What do you think I was doing with Fazzi all
that time in the Lebanon? As you must know-he was a great teacher!"

"So the two of you were .......?" He left the rest hanging in the air.

"Lovers?" Allie finished the sentence for him while sipping some of the
wine. "No. Not lovers. Fazzi did not need or even want a lover at that
time. Now and then he would take me to bed but most of the time he used me
to procure his victims and we would sometimes have a threesome. He was an
insatiable beast with a voracious appetite in those days. And Lebanon
provided him with whatever he wanted. Those were wonderful times for him
and I admit, for me also."

"And since then?"

"I have been very fortunate. I have had posts in Paris, London and now New
York." Allie smiled, "in all of which it is not difficult to
find...errrrr... entertainment."

"I should think that a man of your good looks and personality would have no
trouble finding suitable partners no matter where he was."

"Playmates? Yes. Lovers? No. I never was lucky enough like Fazzi to find a
real lover," he said and then asked, "Why do you ask? Are you looking
around for Fazzi's replacement?"

Joseph burst out in laughter. "While you are very good looking and the tone
of your skin, the color of your eyes and hair remind me of my father's, it
is a bit too soon to even consider that. I may perhaps consider it in the
future, but, as we Americans say, his shoes will be hard to fill."

"Yussef, you Americans have so many wonderful sayings." Allie said as he
too laughed and placing his hand on Joseph's thigh he continued, "When your
time of morning is over I would like you to remember that I have very big
feet."

Joseph placed his hand over Allie's warm hand and moved it to his inner
thigh. "We have another saying about 'big feet', but perhaps we can go into
that at a later time. For now let's go over that list you made up."

The two of them went over the list that Allie had prepared. Joseph had
asked many questions about the seemingly innocuous looking organizations
and then said. "They look fine and I will show them to Richard Worthington
for his approval."

Just then there was a knock on the door and the cook said through the door
that she was finished and was leaving. "Mr. Balbak I have the recipe for
you."

"Thank you, Summaya," Allie said, taking his hand reluctantly off Joseph's
leg, getting up and opening the door. "I hope I can do it justice."

"I am sure you will. Oh one thing more. I just heard on the radio that
there was a big accident on the bridge and traffic is all tied up, so you
might want to use the tunnel instead."

"Thank you I will consider that when I leave. Once again thank you for a
delicious dinner."

She left and Allie said to Joseph, "perhaps I had better leave also. It is
getting late and I don't want to wear out my welcome."

"There is no need for you to rush off. The night is young and I do enjoy
your company." Joseph said taking Allie's hand in his and leading him back
to the couch. "After I get out of the army I have been thinking of taking a
trip throughout the Muslim world. I would love to visit the places that
Fazzi told me about. I also want to see how the money is being used. It may
also give me ideas for more projects to fund"

Still holding hands, they sat on couch. "That is a very good idea, but it
could be a very dangerous trip to take without a guide and
protector. Especially for someone like you."

"Like me? I don't understand. You know, Fazzi said the same thing to me
when I offered to go with him this last time. I wish I had insisted on
going now. I may have protected him from that murdering bastard." Joseph
said with tears in his eyes.

"Fazzi was looking to protect you from the evils of some of our desert
brethren who have never seen a blond man and would kill to own one."

"You are kidding me? Own one, not in this day and age."

"Yes. Even today in the remote areas there are many sheiks that pay lots of
gold coins for young blond flesh. Blond Christian women or better yet,
young light skinned, blond Christian men or even boys are most rare and
would bring fabulous prices. I can see the slave merchants drooling and
fighting to put you on the auction block. A young American in the best of
shape, yes, Fazzi was right in not allowing you to come with him. Those
rich older sheiks prefer a young man because they could not only use him
for sex but also as a worker. They would most likely display prime goods
like you as a prized trophy, perhaps even rent you out for their friends'
amusement also. You would command a very high price, perhaps hundreds of
thousands if not millions. They would have cut Fazzi's throat to get at
you."

"Fazzi said the same thing, but I did not believe him. Joseph said. "Why do
they want Christians?"

"As I said, there are very few light skinned Muslims and besides they are
our brethren and one does not do those things to them." He said
smiling. "You never know how well connected their relatives may be."

"Now you are joking. You are trying to make me feel better." Joseph said
with his blue eyes filled with tears.

"Now, now. No more tears." Allie said as he placed his arm around the
soldier pulling him close to his strong chest and comforted
him. "Unfortunately, there is a lot of truth in what Fazzi and I told
you. Besides, I don't think there was anything anyone could have done to
prevent his death. Eshalla, the will of Allah."

"What's wrong with me? Why am I crying like some stupid grieving asshole?
I'm sorry for acting this way. I'm really not this way. The funeral, the
speeches, this big empty house, I guess it all finally caught up with me. I
have been trying to be the type of man he would have wanted me to be, but I
still expect him to come home any minute now."

Allie placed his hand on the back of Joseph's head placing it on his broad
shoulder as he pulled him closer his lips brushed Joseph's ear and kissing
it he whispered, "I know being alone in this big house can be overpowering,
would you like me to stay the night with you?"

To be continued...