Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 22:30:22 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three-Day Pass Chapter # 46

The Three-Day Pass

Chapter 46

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 45

Then it happened. The explosion. Like a hundred guns going off at one
time. They came together. Allie shot out a warm, sticky fluid flood between
their bodies and the two of them collapsed, exhausted but now drained of
emotion and love fluids.

Chapter 46

Saturday came and the Emir's residence was all decked out in
decorations. The 'Great Room' was turned into a huge Bedouin tent. The only
thing missing was the sand underfoot. Tables had been set up with enough
food and delicacies to feed thousands although only half that amount of
guests had been invited. The general public had known of the Emir's party
for days and had gathered outside the estate's main gate in hopes of seeing
some of the dignitaries, or perhaps, even by chance, crashing the
party. However, security was very tight and they had to content themselves
with the left over food which was to be freely distributed after the guests
had their fill. Everyone of any importance in the Muslim world had come to
meet and see this foreigner who was to become the future husband of the
Emir's favorite granddaughter. Everyone knew that this union would most
likely be His Eminence's last chance to procure a male heir of his own
choosing. It was well known that the Emir had absolutely no use for the
husbands of either of his two daughters. They were both idiots and the fact
that neither marriage had produced a male heir did not endear either of the
men to the public. The one bright spot in those marriages was the fact that
the public could see the joy that the grandchildren brought to the
Emir. They knew that he adored the eldest girl and if he had picked Joseph
to be her husband, they wanted to meet him. No one wanted to miss this
opportunity. If Joseph or his son was indeed to become the leader, then
they all wanted to be able to say that they were there at the
beginning. What better way to ingratiate themselves with both the Emir and
his future heir? The Emir had informed Joseph that this was but the first
step leading to the union of the two young beings. There would be many more
such 'tests'.

"These people know that I will not permit a union to take place until you
have undergone a complete conversion," he told Joseph. "They know that I
would never willingly permit the marriage of my most precious jewel to an
uncircumcised infidel. Politics, this is all politics. I just want to get
their feelings on your suitability. It is a politically astute way of,
shall we say, preparing them for your future role as a member of our
household. I hope you don't mind all the fuss."

"No I don't mind. It is sort of like our custom of having the parents throw
an engagement party for the couple so that the families can get to know
each other. I think you are very wise in doing this. It will make it so
much easier later on." Joseph told him. "From what Allie told me, I think
this is the best way for you to introduce me to our world."

"My son, if I were you, I would not worry too much about what Allie
says. You must keep in mind that he is a fellah (a peasant) and to us he
will always remain one. There are those who rule and those who are
ruled. He is not from the rulers. You on the other hand, with my blessings,
can and will become Emir someday. You will be the ruler, and our guests
know this and want to assure themselves that you are what I say you
are. Here, you will meet the royalty of not only the Arab world but the
Muslim world as well. Without their backing, almost nothing happens. Yet,
while it is important for you to impress them, they are not in the inner
circle. Those, you will meet with in private later. They are the leaders
and MY shock troops of the Jihad, the real Islamic force. They alone are
the ones you must impress.

"And what if they oppose me and still do not accept me?"

"Well, I shall then listen to their objections and weigh all the evidence
and study the problem carefully - and then do what I want to do anyway
because I control them and not the other way around. While it is important
that the rabble have their chance to vent their feelings, you must remember
that they are still rabble. However I am not worried. You will make them
love you. In you they will think they see whatever it is they want to
see. You will make them love you, but even more important - you must make
them fear you!"

"Why should I do that?"

"Fear is what controls them. It always has and always will. Since I had no
male heir, your father, Fazzi, was next in line. He also had no male heir
until he adopted you. Now, you his son, will marry my granddaughter and you
will rule in your own right. Since both Fazzi and I saw something in you
and were willing to have you as a member of our family, they will also come
to see what we saw. Then nothing can prevent you from rising to be the Emir
after me." He laughed and then whispered to Joseph, "Not even I could
prevent it. They will praise Allah for the right to serve you. Just talk
from your heart and all will be well. Love, hate and fear are all the same
thing with them. If they see what I see - our world will be open to you,
and not Allie nor anyone else can stop you."

"But what should I say? What should I do?"

"Say whatever you want and what you feel. They must feel that what you say
is what you mean in your heart. Just remember that our God is great, 'Allah
Akbar' and if your heart is right, he will be in your heart and the words
will come from Him. Do not worry; you will do just fine, my son."

Joseph, timid at first, soon warmed up and turned on his best personality
and the day went well. It turned out much better than either he or the Emir
had hoped. All of the guests took a liking to him and, while they might not
have approved of some of the things he said, they soon realized why the
Emir had chosen him. To each of them, he appeared to be a fresh breeze that
added hope. Perhaps he might even be the Al-Mahda, the promised one. After
they left, the Emir took Joseph into another part of the residence. Waiting
to meet him were Allie and a small group of men. Joseph recognized most of
the others. He had seen most of their pictures on wanted posters at
F.B.I. headquarters in Newark.

"So this is the American that Fazzi told us about. Not only did you win
over our revered Fazzi, but now our friend Allie tells us that he not only
knows you and loves you, but that you are also to be trusted. In fact,
trusted just like one of us. Tell us, Mr. American, should we trust you?
And if so, why?"

The Emir started to object to the manner in which the question was raised
but Joseph politely stopped him by placing one hand on the Emir's shoulder
and raising the other in the manner of a policeman.

"If you please, your Eminence, they have asked a question which they have
every right to ask. It is an important one and I want to try to answer it,"
Joseph stated. "First of all, I would like to thank Allie for his
recommendations. Most of you are aware of my feelings for Allie, but you
would be fools to trust what he says. The one thing that I do know is that
none of you are fools. If you were fools, most of you would have either
been hung or in jail by now. And I'm sure none of you would have risen to
your positions of leadership if you had placed your trust in the word of a
man like Allie alone. Do not misconstrue what I am saying. I love Allie, I
respect Allie, but at times I question his commitment to the true
principals of Islam and Jihad as I must question both myself and everyone
else. Our faith is a matter of questioning and when we stop questioning,
that is when we will witness the downfall of Islam."

Most of them nodded their heads in agreement and then their spokesman
asked, "How then shall we know that you are worthy to be the Emir's heir?"

"Both my late father and the Emir have told me that they feel I am worthy
of this great honor. To tell you the truth, I am not worthy, and at this
point I really don't think I ever will be. However, the Emir, for some
reason known only to himself and Allah, tells me that I am or will soon be
ready. Perhaps if you would ask me questions and see how I respond to them,
Allah might show you the way also. I will try to answer them as best as I
can and you will either find or not find the answers you seek."

They grilled him for three hours. Then their spokesman asked the question
that was on all of their minds, "If you were to take over, would you change
our methods of operation."

"I do not know what they are... But one thing you can be sure of... by the
time I become Emir, I'm sure that His Eminence would have prepared me
completely. During this training period we would review every point and see
what works and what doesn't. Once in power, I will change things and that
you can bet on. If we are looking for victory, then those things that do
not work must be discarded and those that do work must be made to work
better. For now, from what I can see, there is very little that is working
right."

That last remark started an uproar. Now it became the Emir's turn to put up
his hand and act as a traffic policeman. "What do you expect him to say? As
of now he knows nothing of our operations. He has seen only what the
western news media has allowed him to see. As an ex-military man, he cannot
help but bring his own expertise and knowledge to us. I myself, yes even I,
have found his advice useful and, in time, with my training and yours as
well, I do hope he will be able to make any changes that will be needed. By
that time he will be able to convince you of their validity. Until then he
has Allah, Allie and myself to turn to for help... and it is my wish and
hope that you will also make your knowledge available to him."

"But how can we trust him?"

"Another fair question!" the Emir said, "did you like my speech before the
U.N.?"

"You know we did!" said the spokesman. "Did not all of us tell you that we
not only approved of it but thought it was long overdue?  Did we not all
send messages of our support and congratulations?"

"Well I will let you all in on a big secret, one which must not get out of
this room!" the Emir said. "The ideas and most of the language came from
Yussef's head. He did everything but write it. He even accompanied me and
helped me force the President of the United States almost to his knees. It
was he, not I, that made that man fearful of us. Yussef will, when his time
comes, make me look like a weakling."

"No one can do that, Your Eminence," laughed a few of the leaders
there. "Your will is our law!"

"Then stop this questioning and accept my will and that of Allah. I give
you the future Emir, my granddaughter's future husband, Yussef ibn Fazzi
Muhammad."

Later in bed, Allie was furious with Joseph. "How could you make me look
like I was an idiot?" he shouted.

"I did not make you look that way. I could not let them think that I was
your underling. Was it not enough that I as much admitted we were lovers to
that band of cutthroats?  I established you as my lover and teacher. Now
accept the fact that I held my own and even might have caused them to see
you as more than the 'Fellah' that they always thought you were. I know how
you feel. Was I not a dirt farmer myself? Are we not two of a kind? Allie,
you and I are the same. Nothing but dirt farmers! And together we will show
these bastards that we are just as good as they are, if not better! Now
forget your anger and let's make this last night together here one to
remember."

"Habibi, you know I think I am beginning to believe that you will make one
hell of an Emir. Perhaps even in spite of me."

The next morning as Joseph and the Worthingtons got ready to go to the
airport, The Emir pulled Joseph aside and told him that his granddaughter
would like to say goodbye to him in private. At first he was a little wary,
but after being convinced that it was all right, he entered a room to find
the girl in there and alone.

"Why are you alone? Where are your guardians and your chaperones? You know
we are not to meet together until the marriage."

"Do you think I might need them or are you that traditional? I was led to
think that Americans were modern and might sweep away the old ways." She
said with her eyes toward the ground. "I must tell you the truth. Until I
met you I was only willing to enter into this arranged marriage for my
Grandfather's sake. For his sake alone, but not with my heart, I would do
what my Grandfather ordered. Now having seen you, I wanted to know if you
and I could have a love relationship rather then just an arranged
marriage."

"It is true that our marriage has been arranged and that is the way it has
to be," Joseph told her looking into those beautiful dark eyes, "but that
does not mean that there will not be love. You are beautiful and I'm sure
that when you become of age, I will be more than happy to teach you all
about love. We will find and learn about love together. It will be
something to look forward to, but we must wait." He reached for her hand
and turned it palm up and placed his lips on it. She threw both her arms
around his neck and pulled him down and kissed him on the lips. A kiss that
was passionate, long and deep. Such passion Joseph had not expected. She
pulled him into a tight embrace and he could feel the heat of her young
body as it attempted to draw him into her. Her tongue entering his mouth,
searching and probing, like a skilled woman of the night, her young body
pressing against him. Joseph pulled away a bit and said, "Well I'm glad to
see that I will not have to start from square one. You do know how to kiss,
habibi. Oh yes, my dear, you will make me very happy and I plan to make you
happy, but I'm glad that we must wait."

"We don't have to wait! I want you today, now!"

"I can't take you as my wife today. Our marriage would not be recognized in
the States. I would be arrested and sent to jail. I could get twenty
years. I do not want to wait that long to take you to my bed as my legal
wife."

"You could stay here as my husband!"

"Your grandfather and I have work to do in the United States and I can not
do it in Jail." Joseph said, kissing her again. "So you see, we do have to
wait, but this wait will only make it better when we can finally share our
love and lives together legally. Good bye my love, I will miss you."

Joseph rejoined the Emir and shook his finger at him. "You did it again,
you old fox."

"I only wanted to give you a small taste of your future," the Emir
whispered into his ear. "Perhaps now, you will not want to wait so
long. Maybe only a year?"

"You do tempt me sorely but you have your laws and I have mine. I charge
you with her care and want you to keep her pure for me," he said as he
kissed him goodbye Arab style and got into the car and drove off.

The flight home was uneventful. Rich was at the airport to meet them and
drove his parents home to the Island and then Joseph to Paterson. As they
drove up the front drive, Joseph let out a gasp as he saw the change in the
second story. There was a glass-enclosed porch and, while he could not see
it from the road, he knew that it enclosed the new hot tub. "My God when
did they install it? Is it ready to use?"

"Two days ago." Rich said, "I could deceive you and say that I waited until
you came home to try it out, but the temptation was too great for me to
resist and I've used it twice. I'm sorry!"

"Well I guess I will have to spank you, you stinker."

"Promises - Promises. That's all I ever get from you!"

They got out of the car and were met by the housekeeper, who threw her arms
around Joseph in welcome. "I am so glad to see that you have returned
safely. Was the trip successful? I was so worried about you. I missed
having you underfoot. I have prepared your favorite foods, but you must
tell me everything you did and saw."

"I will tell you everything and give you a full report later. Was Mr. Worth
a good boy while I was gone?" Joseph asked. "Did he give you any trouble?"

"No trouble at all," she whispered. "He is more like a puppy dog than a
spoiled Broadway star." She smiled. "If I was bothered - it was not by him
but rather by some of the community who keep asking me to get his autograph
or his picture. Autographs and pictures I could get - but - some of the
other requests, from the younger girls, made me blush. If their mothers
knew what they requested, they would all be thrashed to within an inch of
death. I have had hundreds of job applications submitted to me for
additional help that I did not advertise for. If this keeps up, I will soon
have to hire someone just to answer all of them."

'Well we will have to do something about that. Come to think about it, it
just might be a good idea to hire a secretary to take care of that
problem," Joseph said winking at Richard. "What do you think, Rich?"

"Yes, perhaps a nice older man about 40 or so. Someone to handle my mail
and perhaps to keep our housekeeper happy."

"You, Mr. Broadway, have a dirty mind," she snapped at him, but with a
smile, as she turned and walked into the house. "Dinner at the usual
time. Shish Kabobs."

Later, after they had eaten and when they were alone in their rooms,
Joseph's cell phone rang and seeing who the caller was, he picked it
up. "Yes, Bill, I just got back and I'm beat. What's new here?"

"The man wants to see you. Take the 7AM plane out tomorrow and he will have
a car waiting at the airport for you. I do not think you will need me to
sneak you into the White House this time."

"No, it will not be needed from now on as the Emir wants me to act as his
representative. He was expecting me to be called to the White House. He
would like me to set up some kind of liaison with the boss and meeting in
secret will not be helpful."

"If you think so, but be careful."

Joseph called the Emir and in Arabic told him of the summons from the White
House. "Good," said the Emir. "I was expecting that. Now you tell him
whatever he wants to know. Remember, I want you to act as my representative
and perhaps set-up a working relationship with him. We have nothing to lose
and everything to gain. Charm him and make the fool feel that I can be
reasoned with."

"If that is what you want. It will be difficult to do that since your last
meeting with him did not convey those feelings to him. But I will do my
best."

"I know you will and I also know you will somehow have him eating out of
both our hands in short order. Yussef, we all miss you here. Me, most of
all, but your future wife keeps asking me why I don't order you back
here. She is making a pest of herself. I think she really has fallen in
love with you and that you really want her for a wife. We have decided to
send her away to a special school where she will be taught the finer things
of satisfying a western man."

"Jamaal, you may not believe this, but I think I have fallen for the little
vixen.  No, do not do that. Do not send her away. I forbid it. I want a
traditional Muslim wife in my bed, not some schooled western whore!"

"I'm sure you can use both and one night you may want her to act as a
whore, another night as a female slave. I am only looking after your
complete happiness, as I would not like to see you going to other sources
for your sexual pleasures. It is for her benefit as well as yours."

"No, once again, I forbid it! If there is anything I need in a wife - I
will teach it to her. As to going to other sources - once we are man and
wife - there will be no other sources. I intend to make sure of that."

"My, but what would Allie have to say about that."

"You let me worry about Allie. I will not have anyone dictate to me about
my wife or our life together."

"Yussef, my son, you are beginning to act as the Emir already," he
laughed. "O.K. I will just send her to an English language school so she
can improve her language skills."

"Thank you, Jamaal. I'm glad you understand. I would love to chat with you
some more. However, since I have an early appointment with the President
tomorrow, I will need my sleep, so I will have to say goodbye now."

After Joseph hung up, he rubbed his chin and found that he needed a
shave. He went into their shared bathroom and took a quick touchup
shave. As he was patting on the aftershave lotion, his eye noticed a small
bottle of prescription tablets with Rich's name on it in the medicine
cabinet. Puzzled, he picked it up and went into the hot tub room where Rich
had started the hot tub and asked about it.

Richard looked at the bottle, blushed and then said, "They are sleeping
pills. The first few days you were away I was perplexed and had nightmares
about what could happen to all of you. They became so bad that I was awake
all night and could not get any sleep. By morning, I was a complete wreck,
so I went to the doctor and he gave me this proscription to take. I took
them once and, man oh man, did they work! They not only knocked me out but
also gave me erotic dreams."

"Well, now that I'm home, you won't be needing them anymore. I intend to
fulfill those dreams. So we can get rid of them now." Joseph said and put
them in the liquor cabinet, intending to flush them down the toilet later.

He looked around the room and noted the changes Richard had made. During
construction Richard had the workers install a portable bar, which was
hidden behind medium size palm trees and small houseplants placed
tastefully around the area to give the area a tropical look. Joseph
enthusiastically approved of the change, as it was a constant reminder of
that hotel where they went on their second date.

As the water bubbled and soothed their bodies they rested their bodies and
closed their eyes. "Ahhhhhh this is the life. I'm glad I told them I'm not
coming in for tonight's performance." Rich said kind of
apprehensively. "It's great just to be able to relax like this."

Joseph, catching the anxiety in his voice looked over at him and asked, "Is
there something wrong? I can feel it in your voice. There has been this
invisible wall or curtain that is hanging between us."

"Oh no there's nothing's wrong. It's just that I have something to tell you
and I don't know how to say it."

"Out with it! That's the only way. Has there been something that you
thought I've done. Or is it something you've done? You know that I love you
and I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"No," laughed Richard, "It is not anything you've done, at least not that I
know of.... However, it seems that my agent may have lined me up a motion
picture contract in Hollywood. And after all the problems of moving in here
- I may have to go out there for a while."

"When?"

"Within the next week I will have to go for a screen test. I really don't
want to go. Not with you coming home and ..."

"So, what's the problem? It's not going to be forever - or is it?"

"No, I hope not. But we are just getting settled here and...."

"Nonsense! We both know that you will have to try this sooner or later and
if this is so, let it be now. It's better that you take this opportunity
now rather than later. I would hate to think that it was me that held you
back. If you make it out there and you have to stay there - we will just
have to move there."

"You would drop everything and move for me?"

"No! No! No baby, not for you - how many times do I have to say this? Not
for you, but for us." Joseph said, pulling Richard close to himself and
kissing his lips. "That is if you still want me around after you meet all
those hot Hollywood leading men. Just remember that if I move out there I
just might look around myself...."

Richard grabbed his head and pushed it under the water and held it there
for a few seconds and then pulled it out of the water. "You do that and
I'll kill you."

They kissed again and then Joseph got out of the tub and threw a towel
around his shoulders and offered his hand to Richard and helped him out of
the tub. They dried each other off and went into the bedroom and got onto
the bed. Joseph, after placing the condom on his penis lifted Richard's
legs and rubbed his penis head around Richard's outer ring. Then increasing
the pressure slightly he moved past the ring and advanced slowly in
further. Their lips met and both the kiss and their playing around became
more and more passionate. As he sank deeper he could feel his dick head hit
and rub over Richard's love spot. He moved his hips in until he bottomed
out and slowly withdrew his cock until the head was the only thing left in,
and then he pushed back in. As he moved in and out he began to slowly build
up speed. Again and again he kissed Richard - first his lips then his nose,
his eyes, his cheeks, his neck and then his ears. Joseph loved Rich's ears
and he nibbled on them. Richard had a weird smile on his face and Joseph
asked what was so funny. Rich told him that he was in another world and
that he never wanted to come back to earth.

"Don't ever leave me love, I need you here in this world with me."

Over and over they continued to make love, harder and faster, in and out,
kissing and moaning and at times screaming, biting and scratching each
other. Something wonderful was building in each of their bodies and
minds. The triggers were cocked, the furnaces were fueled and over heating,
the cannons were loaded. Now, yes now they both screamed in unison as first
Richard felt the heat starting from the base of his balls - pushing and
prodding thru his cock and exploding like an oil well into the air, in
several shots it came overflowing, hot, thick and lava like, up his penis
and out into the warm, moist space between their bodies. Richard screamed
and moaned as his love hole involuntarily squeezed in around Joseph's dick
with each eruption. His ass was on fire and he continued pushing and
pulling on Joseph's love tool. Joseph could not hold back any longer and
screaming he too came and came. Exhausted they collapsed in each other's
arms. Joseph thought, my God, it's so good to be home.

>>>>>

"From what I hear from some of our C.I.A. people in the mid-east, it looks
like you were the number one topic of the news these past two weeks. I hope
you have some good news to tell me," the President said. "I need some good
news for a change. I spoke with the Worthingtons yesterday and they did not
brighten my day any."

"Well, Sir, since you have spoken to them already, you know about the utter
futility of helping these people. I'm sorry to have to say this and to have
to say it in this way - but - it would be like trying to put out a
five-alarm fire by piss....." Then realizing to whom he was talking, he
continued in a more moderate tone, "If you get what I mean, Sir."

"I can't allow myself to believe that. There must be something we can
do. Some way of reaching these people," the man said, his shoulders
drooping. "Everyone says the same as you are saying. Even Sarah, who I know
to be a compassionate person, said that the situation is unbelievable. She
has even lost faith in the Red Cross, her life long love and the charity
that she has worked for all her adult life. Even they cannot and will not
help!"

"One must realize that while the Red Crescent Is not the International Red
Cross, it is a part of that organization and lots of Arab money will be cut
off if the International protested too much." Joseph said. "Don't blame
them too much, even our government, the United States, is just as much to
blame, if not more so. For years we have not raised our voice in protest
and we have continued to support the international while it refused to
recognize or allow the 'Red Star of David' (Israel's humanitarian medical
association) in as a member, simply because they are Jewish and choose a
Jewish star as their emblem. Our hands are just as dirty, if not more so."

Annoyed, the President said with a look of disgust, "And what other bad
news do you have to tell me?"

"Sir, I can only tell you what I see and how I feel," Joseph said, equaling
the President's reaction. "If you want me to sugar coat things, you picked
the wrong man for this job. There were things that I saw on Arab Television
this past week that would turn you stomach. Things that you would not
believe. And these things came from the mouths of Clerics. When I asked the
Emir about it, he said that he had authorized the cleric to say what he
said."

"What did he say?"

"Well, for one thing, he said you were a traitor to Islam and deserved to
be killed and that any religion other than Islam is false and it's
practitioners should be killed in the name and for the glory of Allah. This
was not broadcast on Iranian TV or Afghani TV - but by an Egyptian Cleric
on Egyptian TV in a country that we give over 3 billion dollars a year in
aid to, and one that you yourself have praised in speeches."

"I know, but what can I do. I can't withhold the money. How would it look
if I asked them to censor their T.V.?"

"You can bet your backside that if and when an American Cleric came up with
such dribble, they would be all over you." Joseph said

"You're right, but as you keep reminding me, we do live in a democracy. You
must remind me from time to time of that fact. In this office, a person has
too many 'Yes men' and most of them are looking out for themselves and to
cover their backsides. I want you to talk straight with me. I came up from
the streets and, at times, I tend to want to forget it. I'm glad to see
that you have the guts to 'hit me in the head' and bring me back down to
earth. I'm sorry, as I said it's been a bad week."

"That's alright, Sir. I myself am just a hick from farm country upstate New
York. I, too, need a kick in the backside now and then to remind me of that
fact."

"Well then, if you'll forgive me, I'll forgive you," the President said
smiling. "Now what else do you have to report?"

"Well, Sir, on my last day there, the Emir gave two parties for me and
introduced me to both the upper crust of Muslim society and to the lower
crust. At the first party were the Kings, Princes and government leaders in
the Muslim world. I don't think anyone was left out. In a separate meeting
afterward I was introduced to just about every known terrorist wanted by
every civilized government in the world, as well as a few that were not
known as of yet." Joseph told him some of the names and the President
almost fell out of his chair. "The Emir wanted them to meet and get to know
me. He flat out told them that I was to be the future Emir, and, as such, I
would be their leader as well. Before you ask, I have talked with the
F.B.I. and updated them on the new names."

"How did these cut throats take the fact of your becoming Emir?"

"A little too calmly for my taste. At first, they were almost ready to cut
my throat and roast me for dinner. The Emir has for the time being, made
them at least appear to accept me. It is amazing the hold that man has on
them. Make no mistake about it. The Emir is the boss! As he says, they are
his shock troops. They will do anything he tells them to do. However, once
the Emir passes away, watch out! I think they will kill Allie first, and
then try to kill me, my wife and any children I may have fathered with the
granddaughter."

"Perhaps it is time for you to pull out then," he said, "I don't want your
head on my conscience."

"I wish I could sir - but - something wants me to keep going. I have begun
to understand these people and their history and believe that, perhaps in
another life, I might, have been one of them. You know, the 'there by the
grace of God thing'. They deserve more than they are getting. As long as I
can see a chance to better their lives, I feel I must try to do so. I also
feel that something is about to happen and that I may have been placed in
this unique position to prevent it."

"Joseph," said the President, getting rather personal, "that is the same
reason that I chose to run for this office. There are times that I wish to
run and hide, but there is no place to go. This is our world and we have to
live with it. Welcome to the fools club."

"Mr. President, there may come a time soon that I may have to call and ask
you to place your complete trust in me. I would never ask if I thought it
was unnecessary or frivolous." Joseph said.

"Agent Benson, I think I know you well enough to know that I can trust your
judgment. The former President, whom I still confer with and both his and
my own F.B.I. directors have told me over and over that of all the men they
had working for them, you were the only agent that they trusted. They
trusted your judgment so much they even let you have direct access to the
President and he in turn respected you enough to give you his special
telephone number. It is the one piece of his advise that I do not regret
having taken and that number as well as my office is still open to you
24/7..."

To be continued...