Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2010 12:04:18 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three-Day Pass Chapter 43

The Three-Day Pass
Chapter 43
By Joystick

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are
either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously,
and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales
is entirely coincidental. As fiction, 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 both 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

End of chapter 42

"Fazzi was right all along," he smiled. "Yussef will be very useful, not
only to us but to me as well. A true convert, worthy of the place of high
honor I envision for him, to say nothing of the many grandsons he will give
me. You did very well to test him for me, Allie, Thank you. I shall not
forget your service."

Chapter #43

"However, do not think that your job is now over. No, my friend, your job
is only just stared."

"But your Eminence," Allie asked. "What more can you have for me to do
here? You have permitted him not only to take up residence in our house but
now you are giving him the deed and keys to the palace as well."

"I am only continuing the plan that Fazzi started," The Emir continued.

"And what great plan was that, your Eminence?" Allie asked.

"Why our plan to bring the word of the true prophet to the United States.
We saw that this might be possible when we saw the Black Muslim made great
strides. But we also knew these were not really the true Muslims as they
were really only black separatists and not interested in Islam or
converting all Americans. If we were to bring the true Islam to America, we
knew that we must find a ''true red, white and blue American" and ensnare
him and, through him, we would spread the word of the true prophet. We
would do this by the use of Fazzi's daughter. However, we soon learned that
when dealing with the Americans, these plans should be flexible and subject
to change. Yussef not only charmed her, but he awakened Fazzi's old
libido. There were times when I thought my friend had lost his head."

"We all thought that at one time or another." Allie said trying to keep
from laughing.

Ignoring Allie's comment, the Emir continued, "So you see---what I have
done is nothing more than a continuation of the original plan. I have taken
the rather unusual move of inviting him to become a member of my family,
and since before this happens I will not be here to watch him, I will want
you to watch him very closely. You are to report to me any problems that
might come up."

"But Your Eminence, by your actions you have created a big problem here,"
Allie said.

"And what is that?"

"In order to do what you want, I must have unlimited access to him. And the
best way to have that is to sexually enslave him. Now, because of your
little talk with him, you have destroyed the only real means of my getting
close to him again. Without my having unlimited access to his bed, there
will be little at my disposal that I will have to control him. I was just
beginning to gain his unwavering loyalty and confidences when you pulled
the rug out from under me.  I have nothing else to entice him now that you
have offered him everything he ever wanted and more. Mark my words;
conversion and your granddaughter will not be enough for him. He wants it
all! If he truly is a homosexual, as I think he is, he will still crave and
need male companionship. By your forbidding him to have sex with Moslems
other than his wife --- he will now find it with Worthington's son. He does
not need me any longer, if he ever did. Myself, I will have additional
difficulty as I have developed certain feelings for him that prevent me
from dropping him like one would drop a hot potato." Allie related.

"Hot potato? What does a hot potato have to do with this? I don't
understand."

"Sorry, that is an American expression and it means that it will be hard
for me to hold on to him. He was just beginning to open up to me and since
he and I will no longer be sharing the same bed, it will make my influence
almost nil."

"Well if that is the case, perhaps you are right and you are no longer of
any use to me. I may have to find other work for a man of your talents. I
can reassign you to France and I will put Hassan in your place," the Emir
teased him.

"Now you are making fun of me. You know that will never work. They hate
each other. They will never work together."

"My dear Allie, must I remind you to whom you are speaking! I am the Emir
and you, as one of my agents, will work where and how I direct you to
work. My agents will do what I ask and do it without any question. As long
as my agents remember that I am the one whose orders are to be obeyed we
will be OK. You are showing jealousy and that is a bad thing for any
agent. Yussef has proven to me that unlike you, he does not think with his
penis, but uses his head. He will put aside his personal feelings and
fulfill his promises to me. Fazzi and I both knew all about Yussef and his
so-called homosexual liaisons with Worthington's son. At first I, too,
objected. But Fazzi knew that the senior Worthington knew his son was a
faggot and was in love with Yussef. We encouraged Yussef to develop a
relationship with that son so as to gain entry into the market and
hopefully gain control of Worthington's firm. Yussef is doing what I want
done and in the way I want it done. I don't really believe that he is a
homosexual. I think he uses that as a means of getting what he wants. It is
just one more tool in his arsenal of weapons. The more I learn about him -
the more I like him. He will not allow anything or anyone to get in the way
of getting what he wants. And power is what he wants. He wants the old
man's money as well as his business and the son is the only way for him to
get it. If Yussef were a female, it would be easy. He could take over the
firm by either seducing the old man or his son. He is ruthless, conniving
and can be vicious. In short he is like us - he has become a true son of
the dessert, an Arab, and together he and I will restore the Arab people to
their rightful place in the world. There was another like him in the past,
but our xenophobic fathers turned him away and we have been paying for it
ever since. Yes, I believe Yussef is perhaps the reincarnation of Laurence
and this time I will not turn him away from us. If he keeps this up -
someday he will be Emir of the western part of the empire. After that with
the right guidance, and I intend to give him that guidance, who can tell
what he will become? While I am still in good health, I am getting older.
New blood will be needed to take over after I retire. He is going to supply
that new blood. It is through him and my granddaughter that this new
leadership will come. So you see- if I am correct in my assumptions about
him, either he or his son will take my place when the time comes. However,
you are not to worry. I am still a very active man and I intend to be
around for many years. So tell me-do you still think I should send you
away?"

"There is no need to send me to France. I will follow your orders as I
always do. I just wanted you to know that it will be harder. I will find
ways and means to do as you command. Please do not send me away as your
word is the word of the prophet on earth and has been, and will always be,
my will."

"Just so long as you remember that I am who I am and can remove as well as
reward my servants."

"Yes, your Eminence," Allie admitted.

 "From now on you are to appear to take your orders from Yussef. He will be
in charge. However, if you really have a problem with an order, you can
call me for conformation. But do not let him know that you are checking
with me. He must think that he is in charge."

"Why are you doing this? Isn't it a little too soon to be trusting him with
the entire operation?"

"Yes it is, but I want him to get involved. I want him to have a taste of
the responsibility and to become welded to us. In a short time he will be
discharged from the Army and I want to see how he reacts when he has to
bear the burden of his decisions. It is a bit risky, but I think it is
worth the risk. Above all else I want him to serve us, and only us, and
prove it to me. If we are to become a world movement, we must be willing to
take chances. I cannot be everywhere and must delegate some of my power. I
cannot delegate it to you or any non-American. Do you understand now?", the
Emir said. After Allie agreed and pledged himself to follow instructions,
they both hung up.

Several weeks passed and the language school at base graduated its latest
group of students. A few days before the graduation, Joseph was offered the
position of permanent Arabic language instructor if he would reenlist.

"Thank you for your offer but I'm afraid I have to turn it down. I have
another job offer that I've been looking forward to perusing for a long
time." Joseph told his Commanding Officer. "Also I want to get married soon
and the Army is not in either of our futures."

"I'm sure you know what you are doing, but I thought I would try
anyway. Good luck, Sergeant."

A week later Joseph was a 'free man' and, after a small celebration, he
entered (with the help of Richard Worthington Sr. and his G.I. Bill of
Rights funds) his new career as a stockbroker-in- training. Until college
started he was to work as one of Mr. Worthington's apprentices. Being a
Worthington associate he was assured a place in the finest financial
school. At first he spent the weekdays working at the Wall Street office
and living out of Rich's apartment. Weekends, he and Rich would stay in
Paterson. He had toyed with the idea of giving up the Paterson home, but
both the F.B.I. and Rich's father did not want him to sever his ties to the
community there. Besides, the "Fund" was paying his salary and he had
become attached to the people there. The community itself had begun to
accept Joseph as Fazzi's replacement and to regard him as one of their
own. The Imam was always calling and asking advise as well as sending
members of the community who had fallen on hard times to him for
assistance. Joseph was spending more and more time within the area and
people would show they accepted him by always smiling and they would stop
him in the street to wish him a good day and ask about his welfare or how
the fund was doing. They loved the way this American not only spoke their
language but also had blended into the community. They even began to accept
Rich as Yussef's Broadway buddy. At this point they were a little wary of
Rich but they were warming up to him. While Joseph made a point of
attending Mosque, Rich did not feel at home there. Every Thursday Joseph
would drive back to Paterson so that on Friday he could attend mosque and
participate in services and many of the religious classes and lectures. In
short, he was 'at home' there and no longer felt like 'an outsider'. In
fact the Imam had suggested that he thought it would be wonderful if Joseph
would teach a class on Islam, in English, to some Americans who had become
interested in the religion or were thinking of marrying into the religion.

One evening, while Rich and Joseph were talking about the future, Rich said
that they would have to decide what to do soon about their living
arrangements.

"This moving back and forth is driving me nuts. No one knows where to get
in touch with me," The actor complained. "Last week my agent called me 3
times before he was able to get me at home."

"Look I don't like the two of us moving back and forth either, but I think
I may have a solution." Joseph said. "Why not give up the New York
apartment and you move in with me in Paterson?"

"That's ridiculous." Rich scoffed at the idea. "I'm a New Yorker through
and through. I was born here and grew up here. I would never leave it."

"No? Not even if you were offered a Hollywood contract?" Joseph
laughed. "Think about it from the money side. You know Summaya, my
housekeeper, never did take up my offer to move into the apartment over the
garage and it is going to waste. If you were to move in there, not only
will we be able to save on the apartment rent but also we won't have that
additional garage rental fee. Besides Paterson is not at the other end of
the world. The commute time will be the same or maybe just a little bit
more."

"It sounds too good to be true. Let's think about it." Rich said. "To head
off some of the gossips, I would just move a few of my things into the
apartment - enough to put on a good show and make it look like I was really
living there?. Oh! I wish we could drop all this pretense shit?"

"Soon baby, soon. I did promise you it would happen soon and I meant it."
Joseph reiterated, "but you know as well as I that for a while at least we
have to be discreet, at least until I can sort out my forthcoming marriage
to the Emir's granddaughter. Putting that aside for the moment there are
other reasons for us to move in together. Not only do we cut our financial
expenses, but you would not have to worry about house cleaning, preparing
meals or even doing laundry." Joseph quipped. "Summaya has always liked you
and she would be happy to take care of the 'big Broadway star'. She often
complains that I don't give her enough to do."

"Hey I would be willing to pay part of her wages. Even if I were to pay it
all, I think it would still be cheaper living there and besides the rent
and garage fees, there is also the fact that the insurance is a hell of a
lot cheaper in Jersey too."

"It will be better all around and this way we can both keep an eye on each
other and when I'm not here you can watch our house and also since the
estate is gated and secure, I can make sure none of your fans follow you
home and try to crawl into your bed." Joseph admonished him.

"You know that you are the only one I 'bed down'. I think it might work,
but what about Allie and the Emir?" Rich asked. "Won't they object to my
living here with you?"

"Since you are Christian the rules do not apply to you. Besides they both
are under the impression that I have to 'keep you happy' or God forbid you
would go crying to daddy and your father will somehow screw-up the fund's
investments." Joseph laughed. "Right now with the Oil Market the way it is
they won't make waves. They see that not only is the fund strong but also
has in fact risen in value so your dad is their financial messiah. As long
as we are not too flamboyant about it they would rather eat pork than hurt
the old man and they will not object. As far as the rest of the Paterson
community goes, in time, they will brag about Paterson being the home of
the big New York Stage star."

"Hey, just New York Stage star?" Rich asked, "What about Hollywood? You did
mention it a while back."

"That's reserved for Lou Costello," Joseph laughed. "Even after all these
years, Paterson refuses to forget one of its favorite sons."

"OK I'll do it. Such loyalty deserves to be enhanced and encouraged," Rich
said, joining in the laugher. "I'll move in."

"Good. And now I have a little gift for you. I hoped that someday you would
move here so I had a new key made for you. Now that you are going to be
living there, you can remove our old key from that neck chain and replace
it with this new key," Joseph said. "I have to tell the truth. There is
another reason I'm glad you are going to be staying here. This past week
the board of the fund, together with Allie and the Emir, voted that they
wanted me to take a tour of some of the facilities that are funded by the
charity. Now that I'm out of the army and before I begin college they want
me to see how our money is being used. I already checked with your father
and the F.B.I. and they think it would be a good thing to do, providing
that someone goes with me. I should be gone for about two weeks."

Rich, looking sort of angry, asked, "And who will be going with you,
Allie?"

"I told you that that was over with and now that you are going to be living
here you will see it for yourself." Joseph said. "I know you can't come
with me because of the play, so I was thinking of asking your father to
come along, but before I asked him I wanted to check it out with you
first. I think it would be fun to travel along with my future
father-in-law. Hell I even might ask your mother to come. I think they
would both like it. Your mom might even be able to show off her belly
dancing skills again."

"Those two might just love to go --- and they can keep an eye on you at the
same time." Richard said, unable to keep from laughing so hard that he was
almost unable to keep from rolling on the floor. When he regained his
composure he asked seriously, "will the three of you be safe? Have you
asked them yet?"

"No! I have not asked them yet. Like I said, I wanted to ask your opinion
first. I thought it would be safe, but to be sure I asked Agent Barns and
he thought it would be a good idea to make a big deal about the trip. The
more people and publicity the trip generated the safer it would be. He
agreed that I should first check it out with you before I asked them. If
you agree, and once Dad and Mom agree, I will then tell the Emir so that he
will be able to set up some kind of itinerary." Joseph told him.

"Won't the Emir want to take this opportunity to conclude his contract with
you and his granddaughter at this time?"

"He may, but I don't think so --- at least not at this time. It would place
him in a difficult position. He knows about you and me and I think I can
convince him that your parents would feel very hurt, if not damn angry, if
he were to press the wedding at this time." Joseph said. "And the one thing
he will not do is to embarrass your family and run that risk of your dad
somehow screwing the fund's investments or having the Americans confiscate
the money. No, I think that your parents and I will be treated like Royals
and while the Emir will insist that I might meet my future wife, I will not
be forced to marry her at this time."

"Not at this time! What about the future? And it you do meet her at this
time, can you resist his insistence that you take her to bed?" Rich asked.

"RICHARD! She is sixteen! I am not taking a child into my bed. Somehow
something will prevent it - you just remember that you and I are one body
and soul. Nothing and no one can come between us. One body, one soul, one
heart."

To be continued