Date: Sun, 04 Sep 2005 14:07:18 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three Day Pass Chapter #8

The Three Day Pass Chapter #8

By: JoyStick

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The Three Day Pass Chapter
#8
By JoyStick

	"Are you going out of your mind? How could you ever agree to do
something like that?" Richard screamed at the top of his voice.  "You're
pulling my leg! You have got to be joking. Ibrahim is right; they are going
to cut your throat. No! No! I won't have you shacking up with some Arab
bitch, even if it is for 'God and Country'. We are one you and I, or at
least I thought we were."

	It was late at night and they were sitting in Richard's old bedroom
out on the Island. "Can you keep it down? I don't want your mom and dad to
hear or know about any of this, yet." Joseph whispered, placing his fingers
over Richard's mouth. "Just listen and keep an open mind. This may turn out
to be the answer to our problems.  We will be able to see each other more
often then we do now and since I will work in the Metro area, I will not
have to go overseas. I can serve out my duty time stateside and be with
you."

	"Yes I see that, and that part is great, but what about HER?"

	"To tell you the truth - I don't know." Joseph admitted.  "I'm not
going to lie to you. From what I was able to gather, she is very charming,
but you know I love you and she is just a means of getting to be with you
more often. It is just like agent Barns said, some men fight for their
country with a gun at their shoulder ---your gun is between your legs."

	"If I asked you not to do this..."

	"Don't, please don't ask it and stop worrying it will be OK."
Joseph begged.

	"But what if I were to insist! If I were to tell you that it was
either give this thing up or give me up. Make a choice! What would you do?"
Richard asked.

	"In that case my love-----I would have to give it up. I would not
do this without your blessing, Rich, darling, you mean too much to me now."

	Richard grabbed Joseph in his arms and kissed him hard.  His mind
going over every thing his lover had told him. He told himself that Joseph
could have done this without even telling him. What would I have known? We
just see each other on some weekends. He could have kept all of this to
himself and just lived a double life, but he chose to confide in me and not
hide anything. After all it's not that he loves another man.... If I don't
agree to this I might loose him. And I don't want that. It was then that
Richard made his decision.

	"Joseph I love you and only want you to be safe and happy. I trust
you enough to know that you went over this and examined it from every
possible angle and that you think you can pull it off." He said. "I'm still
leery of it, but at least I'll have you within arms reach and not have to
worry about you going overseas and being blown up on some street corner in
some distant hell hole. My biggest worry has been that you would be killed
and your body shipped back and that I would never know it. They only notify
your next of kin, not your lover."

	"You need not have worried about that, my love, I have had you
listed as my next of kin along with my adopted parents. So they will notify
you as well in any event."

	Joseph had thought of this from every possible angle. After the
conversation on Monday with Agent Barns, he had called the New York office
of the FBI, Tuesday and was told that Barns was legitimate and that he
worked out of Newark.  He then called the Philadelphia office to double
check and was told the same thing, that Barns was a certified agent and
they were aware and supported what he was doing. Joseph then called the
Newark office and was immediately directed to Agent Barns's office where an
appointment was setup to meet on Wednesday at 2 P.M.  Everything was
cleared with his C.O. and Agent Barns sent a car to pick him up.

	At 2 P.M. he was ushered into Barns's office where he was
introduced to two other men. One of them was a Mr. Philip Jackson who was
Barns's supervisor. The other man was Mr. Steward Cook, the director of the
north Jersey area office. After the initial greetings they got down to
business. Joseph lost track of the time as the four of them talked for
hours until about 6 p.m. when they sent out for dinner and moved the
meeting to a conference room in order to eat and continue to discuss the
situation. The four of them sat most of the time, except when the
discussion got hot and then one or two of them paced back and forth. They
tried to go over every possible problem. For one solid hour they discussed
the pros and cons of Joseph leaving the Army and coming to work for the
FBI. It was finally decided that this would be too risky and might raise
the 'Red Flag' in some quarters. For now he would continue at the
school. After graduation they could and would arrange for him to be posted
to the School, where he would be carried as a part time instructor on
detached duty to study Arab Culture. As an instructor, if he needed a car
and an off base apartment it would appear normal for him to have these.
His appointment to the position would also 'appear normal' as it was
expected that he would graduate as one of the top students. The continuing
need for teachers of Arabic almost guaranteed that he be retained at the
school, where he could train others and not waist his talent overseas.

	The main sore point and bone of contention, turned out to be the
amount of control needed to 'handle' him.  They discussed how closely they
wanted to monitor him. He pointed out that his need for freedom of movement
was vital to gaining the needed information. He insisted that he was not to
be bugged or monitored in any way. He would report anything that he heard
to them either in person, after setting up a meeting or if need be by
phone. He would call Barns every day and by use of a catch phrase inform
him if he was ok or if he had run into trouble by not using it. Above all
the girl was not to be followed or interfered with. His romance with her
was to be private. Again Joseph stressed that the father would be a
problem.

	"You are going to have to deal with that as best you can," said one
of the bosses. "You know what you have to do. We are all grown ups here and
we know it is part of the culture."

	"Whose culture?" Joseph asked. "Arab or American?"

	"Arab culture you idiot." Philip said thinking that Joseph was
fooling around.

	"I didn't know that Jay Edgar Hover was an Arab." Joseph offered.

	"Touchˇ! Now that's very funny. However, I'm sure Joseph will rise
to the occasion." Barns smiled and changed the subject. "Are you going to
need a car?"

	"I think so. Yes! I will need one. Something fast and fancy."
Joseph said, his mind toying with the idea of a fast sports car.

	"Don't get any fancy ideas. You'll have to settle for something
less conspicuous, like a second hand car with a good engine that's in
passable condition. These people are not fools! You show up, out of the
blue, with a new car and someone is going to add one and one and come up
with two. We would not want them to smell a rat would we?"

	"OK, I see your point. Can't blame a guy for trying? When is this
going to start? Joseph asked.

	"I think you should start as soon as you can set up a "date". At
least give her a call and arrange a visit --you know - to break the ice."
Said one of the bosses.

	"That's not the way it's done. Everything must go through the
father. This Monday I will call the father and arrange a meeting with him.
I have to formally ask his permission, perhaps negotiate and set up the
"ground rules". He said.

	"Why wait till Monday?" they asked.

	"Sorry but I had already planned a trip to Long Island this weekend
to visit a friend and his family." He said. "And besides I need time to get
adjusted to this new situation."

	"Ahhhh. Who is this friend and can they be trusted?"

	"First of all, that's none of your business!" he started to say,
but was stopped by the questioner.

	"Everything you do, and everyone you associate with from now on -
is our business. We are not going to let you run around like a loose
cannon. We will control your every movement."

	Before Joseph could protest, Barns raised his objection... "No
Philip, not this time. It is not going to be that kind of operation. We
have never ever had the chance to get anyone, this close into that
community. No Arab, let alone a 100 percent American, has ever penetrated
as deeply as Joseph has. The reason for this is that we strangle our
informers and yes, even our own agents to such an extent that they cannot
function. I want Joseph to be free to do what he wants, even to the point
of being completely irresponsible. Just like a 'normal' sex driven young
American GI who just happened to fall into this situation. It was that
behavior that got him into this situation to begin with and to change it
now would tip them off and place him in more danger. He's my operative and
that's the way I see it going down."

	"Thank you, Bill, I really have no objection to your knowing who
these people are - you just have to promise not to hassle them." Joseph
stated.

	"Philip, I think Bill is right on this one. It makes sense, and
since I am the one that will have to report to the director... that's how
it will be. Joseph you will report in to Bill and I expect reports every
week or if you get something important bring it to me directly. The both of
you will be careful - I don't want this messed up. Philip, lets leave them
alone to work out their plan of action. Results are what I want. Until now
we have not had much luck with the usual methods. Let's see what this
'fucking method' can do. If nothing else, we can chalk it off to having
provided entertainment to one of our service personnel, before we ship him
overseas."  He said, getting up and walking over to Joseph extending his
hand to him and wishing him and Bill 'Good Hunting'.

	After leaving Bill's office a little after 10:30 pm, Joseph placed
two calls. The first was to Richard to set up the upcoming weekend
visit. Joseph had agreed to the visit after Richard had assured him that
both his mother and father had been told that Joseph's homosexuality was to
be kept a secret because of the Army. Once he was out of the service it
could come out into the open.  Richard was happy to hear that Joseph had
finally decided that this weekend was going to be his first visit. He
assured Joseph not to get anxious or nervous about meeting them.  He
rattled on and on about how much they would all like each other.

	 "Hey, are you sure that you are not the nervous one here. I think
you are going to have kittens over this." He jested.

	"Right you are! I just want it to go smoothly for the sake of all
of us."

	"It will, babe! Look I have to make another call before it gets too
late--- Talk to you tomorrow. Love you, sleep well byeeeeeeeee."

	His next call was to Fazzi Muhammad, the father of Kasemah the
lovely girl he had found so appealing. He punched in his number and waited
for the phone to be answered.

	"Hello, this is the Muhammad residence, how can I help you?"
Answered a heavily accented male voice."

	"This is Joseph Benson. I know it's late, but is Mr. Muhammad at
home? I would like to speak with him."

	"Nobody just calls to speak to him like this, not at this
hour. What is it that you wish to talk to him about, perhaps I can help
you?"

	"I think not --- It is about his daughter --- If you just tell him
my name --- Joseph Benson, I'm sure he will want to come to the phone."

	After a few seconds, "Yussef, 'Kyf Halk,' how are you? A voice
asked. "Fazzi here. It is so nice to hear your voice - at last. I was
beginning to wonder what had happened to you. Did you forget about us?"

	"A thousand apologies to you, your family and your daughter. What
can I tell you? I have been working so hard that I have had very little
time to myself.  However both you and your daughter have not been far from
my thoughts. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

	"But of cause I forgive you.  When one is young and how you
Americans say it, hot, like you--- OHHHHh youth is so wasted on young
people." He said trying to sound like a modern man. "But tell me, when are
we going to see you again? Both my daughter and I have looked forward to
your coming to call."

	Thinking quickly, Joseph responded, "I would have contacted you
earlier, but I have no easy way of coming to Paterson. It is such a hassle
to have to go into New York first and then take a bus to Paterson. With the
bus schedules so uncoordinated I think it would be faster if I walked there
from here. I have been looking around for a cheep car to buy. Once I have a
car I will be able to drive up there almost everyday after work. Then I can
really get to know you and your family and court your lovely daughter the
way she should be courted.  As much as I would like it to be sooner it
looks like that will take a week or two." And then in a saddened voice
added, "Maybe the weekend after this coming one."

	"Is transportation the only problem you have?"

	"Well aside from a visit to relatives of a friend on Long Island
this weekend, I have no other commitments." Joseph told him.

	"What time do you finish school during the week?"

	"I'm off from 1600 hours till 0900 hours the next morning, why do
you ask?"

	"Well let's see, -- from your base it takes about an hour and half
to get to Paterson by car, is that right?"

	"Yes I should think so." Joseph informed him.

	"I was just thinking," he said. "I can send a car and driver down
there to pick you up and bring you back here.  You can have dinner with my
family and me and we can have our "talk" and then perhaps you could visit
with Kasemah. You can spend the night in our Guest house and the driver
will drop you at the base in the morning. How does that sound, Yussef?"

"That's most kind of you - are you sure it would be no trouble or a
problem.

"None whatever, only too glad to do it. I would however suggest one
thing. You pack the clothes that you will need for class on Tuesday
morning. That way you will be ready and able to go right to class. I know
how rough teachers can be with late students. Mine used to take a strap to
my backside."

"Well here in the army I would most likely draw a kitchen police detail for
punishment. However, that suggestion of yours sounds wonderful, and should
save my backside! How does this Monday evening sound? Will that be good
with you?" Joseph inquired.

	"Yes that is good, Monday night it is then. Give me all the
directions about where to pick you up and I'll make all the arrangements
tomorrow." Fazzi said.

	After giving him the information and making sure he had it right,
Joseph said, "One thing more. Would you permit me to speak to your daughter
now? I would like to reassure her that I have not forgotten her or her
beautiful eyes. They have been in all my dreams."

	"I'm sure she would love to hear that, but it is past her bedtime
and she is preparing for bed now. I will convey your message and I'm sure
she misses seeing your blue eyes, perhaps even as much as I do. 'Mesaa El
Kair' good evening Yussef, Till Monday then.

	Saturday afternoon, after barracks inspection, Joseph had taken a
bus into the city where he met Richard and the two of them had taken a
train to the Long Island home of Richard's parents. They had been so nice
and accommodating. His father had started a Bar-b-Cue and was cooking all
kinds of goodies.  His mother busied herself making them drinks while they
sat on the back porch deck enjoying the cool September day. Rich and Joseph
were sitting in the porch swing holding hands and rocking back and forth,
looking out at the clean white sand of the shoreline. His mother handed
them each a Seven and Seven and they all became comfortable with each
other.  Richard told his parents how they had met; naturally leaving out
some of the details, and Joseph answered their questions. Once more he and
Rich stressed the importance of keeping their private lives
secret. Richard's parents assured both of them that as far as anyone else
was concerned, Richard and Joseph were just good friends.  After eating,
they decided to go for a walk on the beach to watch the sun go down. Joseph
insisted that Richard's mom and dad join them. Leaving their shoes behind,
barefooted, the four of them walked for what seamed like hours enjoying the
cool sand filtering through their toes as they playfully splashed each
other and dodged the water lapping up on the beach. About 11 p.m. Richard
Senior took his wife back to the house leaving the two lovers alone on the
beach.

	"They are really great people.  I love them. They made me feel like
I was their son." Joseph whispered to his lover as they headed back toward
the house. "We better get to bed also, but first I have some news to tell
you. It might even cause our first real fight."

	"It will keep till we are in bed. If we are ever going to have a
fight I want it to be in bed. That way we can make-up by having hot wild
sex afterward." He jested.

	And so it was after they were alone sitting in Richard's old
bedroom that Joseph told him about his trip into Paterson. Rich, at first
was angry, confused and hurt, but after ranting and raving a bit, he came
to accept the situation and to see the possibilities.


	"Now that we have had our 'fight', is it time for the making-up
part yet?" Richard asked.

	"You bet your sweet ass it is," Joseph said as he reached out and
pulled Richard to himself kissing him deeply. His hands roamed over the
body of his lover as his lips followed his fingers. Kissing and licking and
taking little love bites. Both of them were gasping and moaning. "God you
taste wonderful. I could feed on you 24/7. That 'Old Spice' cologne of
yours drives me wild. Grrrrrr. You know that for a long time after that
first weekend we spent together, every time I thought of you, that odor
flooded back into my brain."

	"Glad you like it baby, I wore it just for you. Are you feeling
horny?"  Richard asked, as he started to remove Joseph's clothes, piece by
piece. He knew the answer already because his fingers brushed against
Joseph's cock, which was as hard as, steel and was already leaking
precum. Richard's fingers became covered with the nectar that covered
Joseph's cock head and he placed his fingers against Joseph's lips.  Joseph
sucked them in, licking the precious fluid off of them.  Then Richard took
a taste for himself, smearing the stickiness around his own lips and then
pressing them against Joseph's.  Joseph ran his tongue over Richard's lips
and let his own pre-cum scented saliva flow into Richard's eager mouth.

     Richard took Joseph's hands in his and guided him toward the bed.
Joseph, lying down naked on the bed pulled a pillow under his ass, drew his
legs up and spread them wide.  "Take me baby," he whispered.

	"Oh Babe, I love you so much," Richard whispered to him and
striping himself naked he reached into the night table drawer, and removed
the lube and condoms he had stored there. Joseph taking two condoms placed
one quickly on his own cock and then very slowly and seductively unrolled
the other onto Richard's hard cock.  Richard taking the lube applied some
to his condom covered fuck stick. Lifting Joseph's legs onto his own
shoulders he positioned his body so that his cock was pressing against
Joseph's waiting pulsating man pussy.

	Joseph shuddered as he slowly became fully impaled.  He felt
Richard's cock move steadily but slowly into him until he could feel the
weight of his lover's hairy balls on his ass.  "Aawww.  Oh, baby," he
groaned, reaching up and running his fingers through Richard's chest hair,
searching out and finding the hardened nipples that erupted like mountain
peaks above a dark forest. He touched them, lightly scratching them with
his nails, then ran the tips of his fingers around the nipples circling
them.  Richard shuttered and moaned as Joseph pinched and grabbed the hard,
erect points at the same moment as he squeezed Richard's hard cock with the
muscles of his ass.  Richard gave a shuddering moan and began to 'long
dick' his partner slowly.

     Richard bent down and kissed Joseph on his lips, ears and face as he
continued to grind deeply into him.  Rising again, with Joseph's arms
around his neck, he began to thrust in earnest. Deeper and deeper - faster
and faster. Then stopping and backing away from the brink, as time after
time they reached the pinnacle. Then there was no turning back - no retreat
as they both found themselves in free fall. Control gone, like rutting wild
animals.

	"Cum." Rich screamed as he rose toward his climax.

	Joseph grunted, squeezing Richard's stick with all his might.
"Aaahh, ahhhhhhhh yessssss, nowwwww," Richard screamed, his back arching as
he felt Joseph's ass sucking and pulling his dick deep into his bowels.
His cock throbbed and was drawn deep into Joseph's gut, his cream shot from
the tip, filling the condom.  Joseph's back arched too, and he felt a
thrill rush through his every nerve as he cried out, his voice blending
with Richard's.

	"Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss! Together!!!" Joseph shivered and
trembled as waves of passion washed over his body and his own cum filled
his condom-covered cock trapped between their sweat-covered
bodies. Finally, as tears filled their eyes, Richard lowered himself to his
lover's heaving chest and Joseph wrapped his arms around him and both fell
asleep, Richard's cock still clutched in his ass, until it finally softened
and popped out.

	They slept late that Sunday. When they did finally get out of bed
and make their way to the kitchen Sarah, Richard's mother was helping the
maid prepare breakfast. Both Rich and Joseph were in their bathrobes and
sat down to steaming cups of coffee.

	"Thank God! Your mother makes a better cup of coffee than you do."
Joseph said. "Sarah, would you please teach your son how to make a decent
cup of coffee?"

	"How about some "Eggs in the Hole" boys?" Sarah said.

	"Now I see where your son gets it from." Joseph said looking over
at Rich, "That was the first meal you made for me. Won my heart at the
get-go."

	"See mom, the cooking lessons you gave me paid off, didn't they?"
Rich said, then turned to Joseph and said, "when I was very young, whenever
I asked her to teach me cooking - she would tell me to find a nice young
girl to cook for me. Little did she know that it would be the cooking that
would help me get 'MY MAN' and the love of my life."

	"Too much information Junior!" she laughed.

	"You know Joseph, when you are through with the army, my company
could use a man of your talents. You would have to get a brokers license,
but I don't see any problem there." Richard senor said. "You seem to be a
bright young man and we could use your Arabic skills. With all the oil
money floating around these days they are looking for good investment
companies to handle their portfolios and what better way to grab some of
that money, than to have a stock broker that speaks their language on our
staff."

	"I swear I had nothing to do with this." Rich said holding his
hands up in mock defense against Joseph's rath.

	"No he didn't Joseph. He did not have to. I know there are just
going to be lots of people looking for someone with your talent and I just
wanted to be one of the first." Rich's dad said. "I just want you to know
that you have a job to come back to---if you want it."

	"Well thank you. I will give it lots of thought - lots of serious
thought." Joseph said. "It's nice to know in addition to your son, that I
have a lot to come home to."

	Later on the way back to the city, Joseph again told Richard, "They
are really great people Rich. I love them. They made me feel right at home
babe. No wonder you love them so much. And you are their son, and now I
know why I love you."

They said their good bye in a secluded area and Joseph made his way to the
Port Authority and caught the bus back to the base.  ~
	The next day after applying for an overnight pass, Joseph dressed
in civilian clothes and packed his fatigues in his canvas overnight bag. He
took the Base transport to the main gate where he found a limousine and
driver waiting for him.  "Mr. Muhammad's compliments Sir." The driver said
as he held the rear door open for him.

	Joseph got in and the driver told him that he could help himself to
anything in the bar. "I feel so out of place in this thing, but damn it's
nice to go 'First Class', for a change. I could get used to all this."

	The driver put on some Arabic music, and told Joseph to sit back
make himself a drink and relax they would be at Mr. Muhammad's home
shortly.  He made himself a Rye and Seven and relaxed as the limo moved
through the roads and countryside. The ride was quick and comfortable and
they made great time. Arriving at the Muhammad residence on the outskirts
of Paterson, the driver drove up a circular driveway and pulled to a stop
in front of a mansion of a house. The driver got out and opened the door
for Joseph and directed him to the front door, which was opened by
Kasemah's father.


	"Welcome to my home Yussef, Salam." The father greeted him by
extending both his arms and embracing Joseph and kissing him on both
cheeks. "You are to consider this as your home, my son. Was the ride
comfortable? The driver was told to make sure that you were made
comfortable. Come let's go into the living room, my wife and Kasemah are
waiting to greet you there. But perhaps you would like to freshen up first
after your trip?"

	"Perhaps if I might use your facilities and make myself presentable
first." And he was shown the hall washroom. "This is most kind of you,
Sir."'

	"No more with the 'Sirs' please, I'm Fazzi and I will call you,
Yussef. After all if things go well, you will be a part of this family."

	After coming out, Fazzi took him by the elbow and directed him into
the living room where the girl and her mother were waiting. Joseph walked
over to the mother and greeted her in the most formal Arabic he could
muster. She smiled at him and lowered her eyes.  He walked over to the
daughter and reached for her hand and lifted it to his lips and lightly
kissed it. "Habibi, it's nice to see you again. I hope that your father
explained the reason for my inability to come to see you before this. Then
in English, he said. "When I called, he had told me that you were already
sleeping and that he did not wish to disturb you. You look beautiful
tonight. I hope we will have time to talk together later. I look forward to
getting to know you better."

	Joseph and the family sat and talked together for about a half
hour. At first it was the father that put him through an interrogation,
asking him about his life before he entered the army. Wanting to know why
he joined the army and if he liked it? Did he plan make the army his
career? The father put him through a real third degree, so to speak. The
mother and daughter listened, asked some questions and then excused
themselves to go see about dinner. Fazzi and Joseph were left alone in the
room. Fazzi got up and sat down next to Joseph. "I have to tell you," he
whispered. "My wife and daughter were so excited when I told them that you
were coming tonight that they must have changed dresses about a dozen
times."

	"I, too, was excited and I could not decide on what to wear. I
finally chose to wear these civilian clothes." He said. "I hope they are
OK."

	"They are fine. I would have loved to see you in uniform. You know
the affect a uniform has on people.  But even in your civilian clothes, you
look very handsome." He told a blushing Joseph. "Now you tell me about this
car you are thinking of buying. I have friends in the auto business. It
always helps to have contacts you know. Besides I can't have my daughter
riding around in some 'yalopy', is that what you call it in English. What
would my business friends say?"

	"Yes, but the word is pronounced with a 'J', jalopy." Joseph
correcting him said.  "Perhaps they will say that you are beginning to
embrace democracy and admire your Americanization."

	"Don't rich Americans like expensive cars and want their daughters
to marry well?" Fazzi asked. "I was under the impression that that was the
'American Way'."

	"Yes they do, but the really rich ones could not care a fig what
their neighbors think. They know who and what they are and are so
comfortable in that knowledge, that other peoples opinions of them just
don't matter."

 	"And how would a 'fellah' from upper New York State know this?"
Jested the father.

	"Well as matter of fact, if you remember, I told you I was visiting
some friends this weekend. They have a rather nice home in one of the nicer
sections of Long Island. He is the president of a firm on Wall Street, so I
think they can afford almost anything they want.  Yet while they live well,
they remain 'Fellahin' at heart--- their son lives in a small apartment in
the village, works as a waiter in a cafe and can't afford a garage for his
car so he leaves it on the Island. His father has even offered me a
position in his firm when I get out of the Army.  He says that he is
looking to attract some Oil money from Arab investors and my Arabic will
come in handy."

	"I'm sure it would. Your language skill is almost unbelievable. The
only thing that needs a bit of work is your accent and that will improve
with time." He said and then asked. "What is this man's name? I and my
friends may want to do some business with him."

	After Joseph gave him the name, Fazzi almost fell through the
floor. "Worthington, The Richard Worthington, you know him? My, my, he has
one of the biggest firms on the street!"

	"Well then Fazzi, if you are serious I will have him contact you
and perhaps if you get along well, he can set up an account for you. If I
do go to work for him, I could, in time, perhaps over see it for you."

	"Please, my son, have him call me at his convince." He said
grabbing Joseph and pulling him to him and giving him a big bear hug. "Or
should I just call him and say that my future son-in-law said I should do
business with him."

	"I think the expression, 'future son-in-law', while I hope it does
come to pass, may be a bit much. I would like him to think that we became
acquainted because of my studies and I convinced you to go with his company
solely by my salesmanship rather than getting you to sign up because we are
going to be a related."

	"Besides everything else-I'm getting a diplomat with a handsome
head on his shoulders for business." He said slapping his hand down on
Joseph's thigh and squeezing it. Joseph smiled; this time he did not try to
remove the older man's hand but just moved his leg closer to Fazzi's and
gave him a big grin.

	"Dinner is ready you two."  Kasemah said from the doorway. Joseph
got up and walked over to her and took her hand and lifted it to his lips,
kissed it and asked if he might accompany her at dinner. "If you can tear
yourself away from my father I will be most happy to have you sit next to
me."

	"With you and your families permission, may I call you Kassie? It
is less formal and I think I would like to become less formal with you." He
said smiling and taking her arm in his and letting her lead the way to the
dinner table.

	"I like that name. Yes Yussef, you can call me that. And as soon as
I can think up a pet name for you I will do the same.....

	"May I suggest, "Habibi?"

	"In due time." She said in English in a whisper.

	"Tonight you will sleep in our guest apartment. It is away from the
main house. It is over the garage and there is a bathroom, a sitting room
and a nice big comfortable bedroom.  There is also a small kitchenette and
refrigerator which I stocked with milk for cereal and juice. You can even
make a cup of coffee." The mother said.  "That way when you leave in the
morning you don't have to worry about making noise or that you will disturb
anyone. The driver informs me that you should be dressed and ready by 6:30
A.M. If you leave by then, he should have you back at base in time to get
ready for school. I have taken the liberty of having your overnight bag
placed there. I hope you don't mind."

	"Mind? No madam. You have been most kind, both you and Fazzi."
Joseph said. "It is well known that the attribute of hospitality among your
people is legendary, but you are going overboard. I don't know how I can
ever return your hospitality."

	"By being kind to our daughter - always."

	"This I promise!"

	They entered a large formal dinning room. The center of which held
an expandable rectangular table now set to minimum size; Fazzi sat at the
head, his wife on his left side near her husband and Joseph sat to his
right with Kassie sitting on the same side as Joseph to his right. At times
Joseph could feel either the father's hand or his leg touching his leg
under the table. Joseph would move his leg away a bit but give him a nice
smile.  They talked about many things and Joseph held Kassie's hand as much
as possible.  From time to time he would raise it to his lips to kiss
it. He noticed that each time he did this her chest would heave a sigh and
he loved to watch her breasts rise and fall. The father watched Joseph like
a hawk and approved.

	"You will be able to come here every night?" the father asked.

	"Well once I get a car, I will be able to get away most nights. I
will have to allow some nights for study. I must keep up my studies if I
intend to pass out at the top of the class. If I do, they have promised
that I can become a teacher at the base after graduation. That would mean
that I would be posted to the base permanently. I would not have to worry
about going overseas and I will be able to live off base, if I wanted to."
Joseph said to Fazzi and turning to the daughter he said, "Then we could
really think about our future, Kassie."

 	He then turned back to Fazzi and continued, "As of now, weekends
are somewhat of a toss-up. There are many army details that I am
responsible to perform and then there will be those trips to visit with
members of the Worthington family. I must maintain a good relationship with
them if we are to become future business associates."

	"Yes, Yussef, we must keep that connection alive and well.  That
would be wonderful, Yussef." Fazzi said. "You know what, maybe you could
use the apartment over the garage and commute from here."

	"Yes!  yes."  They all said as two servants served dinner.

	"Perhaps yes, it might work out," Joseph said looking at
Fazzi. "but a private place would be better for my studies and with the
romantic distractions right next door, I'm not sure that I could or would
want to study." He said as he reached his hand under the table and ran it
up and down Fazzi's leg.

	His eyes smiling Fazzi, using his left hand took hold of Joseph's
hand and pressed it to his crotch. Almost gasping as the soldier squeezed
his cock, he said, "We will work that out later. Anyway, I will send a car
for you tomorrow again and don't worry about looking for a car. First thing
tomorrow I will contact my friend in the auto business. I am going to
present you and my daughter with a combined Graduation and future
Engagement gift from the Muhammad Family.  Don't argue. Not another
word. NO! NO! Do not say anything. Consider it done!" He reached over and
placed his right hand on the rear of Joseph's head and pulled his face to
him and kissed the side of his cheek close to his lips. "There! I approve
of you and welcome you to our lives my dear son."

	They finished dinner and Fazzi and his wife went into the
television room to watch the evening news. "Why don't you and Yussef go for
that walk now. Spend an hour or so together. No need for the two you to
keep the old folks company any longer. Get some night air. Soon the summer
will be over and winter will come. You will not be able to enjoy walking
for much longer.  Go! Get out of here. You are too young to waste your time
watching television.  When you are done Kasemah, I will show Yussef to his
rooms over the garage. I want show him where everything is and set up a
schedule for his visit tomorrow..."

To be continued