"The Three Day Pass" Chapter 13
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"Hello. Fazzi Muhammad here. I was wondering if I
might talk to Mr. Worthington, please?" Fazzi said into
the telephone mouthpiece.
"Oh yes! Mr. Muhammad, I'll put you right through. He is
expecting your call," answered an elderly female voice.
After a few seconds, "Hello, Richard Worthington here.
Mr. Muhammad?"
"Yes, it is. A Private Joseph Benson told me to call you
any time about the possibility of your company handling
some investments for me. I hope he wasn't, as you
Americans say, 'pulling my foot'," the Arab said. "One
can never tell with these young men these days. They
sometimes, shall we say, overplay their connections
and I would not want to interrupt an important business
meeting or conference."
"Sir, let me assure you that Joseph, as I'm sure you are
aware of, is not one to do that," Richard senior said
smiling into the phone. "He is a bright young man and a
very trustworthy one at that. Those are unusual qualities
to find in most of today's youth. Someday, when he is
free from the army, I hope to have him enter my firm. I'm
even thinking of making him a associate, after he has
served an apprenticeship."
"I'm very happy to see that you and I agree about him,"
Fazzi said. "Then you will not have any objection to my
using him as my translator. As much as I pride myself
on my knowledge of the English language, there are
times when I find myself at a loss for a word or two.
Joseph has the ability of knowing what I want to say
even before I can get it out of my mouth. Besides, he is
nice to have around."
"That would be fine with me. I do not know if Joseph
told you that I would be pleased to meet with you in
person to discuss what possibilities there might be of
our doing business together," the Wall Street mogul
said.
"Yes, Joseph mentioned that and I would consider it an
honor if we could meet for, shall we say, dinner some
evening?" the Arab suggested, and continued, "you
know that it is an old Arabic custom to socialize and
conduct business at the same time. We like to do
business with people we know and can get to like."
"It is not only an Arabic custom, but also an American
one as well. We have had what has been called, 'The
Three Martini Lunch' for decades."
"Ahhhhh yes! I have heard of that. However, I was
thinking of something more in-line with my tradition,"
the Middle Easterner said. "There is a special sort of
night club that I know called the 'Cafe Casablanca',
where I have been thinking of taking Joseph. It has
good food, music and entertainment. It is very relaxing
and conducive to, how you Americans say, 'making a
deal'."
"If that is so, then I must learn all about this. It can give
me another weapon in my sales arsenal," Richard said
laughing.
"Good! How does Wednesday night, at let us say seven
PM, sound?" Fazzi asked. "The evening is on me and I
will send a car for you and have you brought to the
restaurant and we could all meet you there. Afterwards
the driver could take you home or anywhere you want to
go."
"I think that would work out fine. Just let me check my
calendar and make sure the evening is open." After
looking at his appointment book he came back on the
line and said, "Yes that date is open. Let me write it in.
Wednesday at seven then. Should I dress formal or is it
informal?"
"Oh my, it is very informal. Dress comfortably," Fazzi
said. "Yussef and I will meet you there."
"'Yussef'?" Worthington questioned.
"Yes, I am sorry I forgot, that is what we call Joseph. It is
his name in the Arabic tongue," Fazzi said. "My family
and I have adopted him as our son. ' Salaam alechem,
menshoofak', see you Wednesday then."
Tuesday evening Joseph went to Paterson planning to
take Kassie to dinner and the movies. When he arrived
at the house, he found the family waiting for him in the
library. Greeting them, and telling them how much he
had missed both women, he kissed the hand of Mary
and the lips of Kassie. There was an audible gasp from
her parents. "What? Is it wrong to kiss your future wife
in the company of her family?" Joseph queried them.
"Yes! No! Sorry, but it was just an automatic reaction,"
Fazzi said. "It is not wrong, but unusual. In traditional
homes men do not kiss women in front of even family
members. I do not remember my mother or father
holding hands in public let alone kissing each other."
"Then I think it is about time that you change your ways.
This is America and here we are a lot more public
about our feelings," Joseph instructed. "Surely it can't
be wrong to show your wife and daughter a little love-
even in public. And Fazzi, if I am to join this family then
you better get used to it, because I intend to kiss my
future wife when and where I feel like it." The soldier sat
next to Kassie and put his arm around her shoulder-
daring the family to dispute him.
"Well, the little lion cub is beginning to growl," the Arab
said. After thinking about it a while, he tuned down his
rhetoric and admitted, "Well, it was me that thought it
would be a good idea to 'Americanize' this family. I
guess that is part of the price we will have to pay for
living here. I can now see, that it is true, that all
reformers really come to hate reform."
"Yes, my husband, you asked for it, and now you got it!
What is more--I, too, would like a kiss now and then,"
Mary chimed in. "I think it would be nice if from time to
time you showed some affection for your wife."
"My dear wife, I will show you affection later," he said
with a smile on his lips. "And as for you Yussef, for now,
as long as it is only with the family, I will try to get used
to it. Now I have some great news to tell you, my little
lion cub."
"Yes, what is it?"
"I called Worthington yesterday," the smiling man said,
"and he has agreed to meet with us tomorrow night.
Yussef, you and I will take him to dinner and talk to him
about business, as well as get to know each other. Will
you be able to make it? Since you already know him,
you will be able to act as a bridge between us, and
also, I would like to have you there in case I run into
trouble with my English."
"I'm sure you will not need me as your English is very
good. I wish my Arabic was as good as your English.
But, if you insist, I'm sure I can make it. Besides, this
will give me experience if I am to become a
stockbroker," Joseph said. "Will Mary and Kassie be
coming with us?"
"No. It will be just the three of us. This will be all
business even if, as I hope, we can mix some fun and
entertainment into the evening," Fazzi said.
"Good, because next week I start my final week of
school and I could use some fun before we have our
final exams," the soldier said. "I will have a lot of
studying to do in preparation if I am to graduate at the
top of the roster. After that, if it goes well, I will
graduate."
"I am sure you will pass with very high marks," Kassie
said. And with a wide smile asked, "Then will we be
able to make our plans, 'habibi'?"
"Well, if I do pass out on top and get that job," he said
with his fingers squeezing her shoulder, "yes I think it
will be time for you, your family and me to think of that
future. There are many things we all must talk about."
"Like what, 'habibi'?" Kassie asked. "I am to be your
wife. That is all that matters. As your wife I will be and
do what you want-not because I have to, but because I
want to."
"We will talk about this later when we are alone,"
Joseph said. "Now is not the time. Now is the time to
go out and eat and have a good time." Then turning to
her parents he asked, "Would you, Mary and Kassie like
to come to my graduation? That is if I graduate."
Shocked, her father stammered, "If you think it would be
appropriate, we would be honored to attend. Do you
think we could get clearance to get on Base?"
"I can't see any reason why you could not attend. Most
of the students' parents, relatives and friends will
attend. You, as my future wife and my in-laws-to-be,
should be welcome there also. It is not as if the school
has anything to hide." Then, as an afterthought, he
added in a light-hearted manner, "Who knows? Maybe
the head of the school, once he meets you, might want
to make use of your knowledge and ask you to lecture
in the future. We do suffer from a lack of knowledgeable
and talented teachers. Our lecturers are a bit one-
sided."
"One-sided?" the Arab said. "Just what do you mean by
one-sided?"
"Well, to hear most of our Customs Teachers tell it-the
Moslems, Arabs mostly, are a backward people. They
say most of them are caught in the 18th or 19th century,
and are either unwilling or unable to adjust to modern
times. A few of the Moslem students, and I, have had to
literally fight to prove that the teachers are wrong. The
problem is that there are not that many modern
Moslems willing to present another view. They fear the
wrath of their fellow Moslems."
"I have none of this so called fear you talk about," Fazzi
indignantly proclaimed. "If I can do anything to help, I
would be more than happy to address the class and
lecture. It might even be fun!"
"Well let me see what I can do, if and when I become a
teacher there." Then changing the subject, Joseph
suggested that if he and Kassie wanted to make the
movie, they had better get moving.
"Yes! You 'children' go out and have fun," Fazzi said.
"Mother and I are going to turn in early. I want to get a
good night's sleep in order to be alert tomorrow night.
We will say good night now, because we will be asleep
by the time you return. But Yussef, tomorrow night will
be the boys' night out."
Thank God Joseph thought-at least there is no need to
worry about a clandestine encounter in the stairwell
tonight!
The two of them left the house and drove to one of
those diners that New Jersey is famous for, and had
dinner, and afterwards went to a movie. The theater
they entered was more or less empty. Except for a few
couples sitting in the front of the room, minding their
own business, there was no one else. They chose to
sit in the rear of the darkened room. Sitting in the dark
next to one another, Joseph found it comfortable and
nice to relax with Kassie to keep him company. She
liked to rest her head on his shoulder and place her
hand on his crotch. In the darkness of the theater, she
could lean over and kiss his ear and give his cock a
squeeze. He could see the smile in her face whenever
she felt his manhood reacting to her tender touch.
Joseph felt good that he still was able to react to the
touch of a beautiful woman-and Kassie was just that.
He smiled as his fingers brushed her breasts, and he
ran his fingertips over her hard, pointed nipples. It
excited him to touch and smell this olive skinned, dark-
eyed beauty. His lips brushed her lips and he ran his
tongue over them and into her mouth. They kissed
passionately and when he released her, he could feel
her body begging for more. Much as she aroused him,
thoughts of Rich floated through his mind. He would
rather be sitting with Richard. His lips and body
yearned for Richard as he placed his hand under her
dress, ran his fingers up her warm thigh to her silk-clad
pussy, all the while wishing it was Richard's cock
instead. His fingers touched the wetness of her
passion. He removed them and brought them to his
lips and tasted her cum, then kissed her and shared
her love juice with her. Her fingers frantically undid his
fly, reached in and searched for his maleness. She
gasped as she touched his foreskin. Her fingers circled
his hard cock and squeezed it, sending waves of hot
pleasure through the massive appendage. Her nail tip,
running up and down the underside of his manhood
and over the very sensitive cockhead, drove the soldier
almost to the point of no return. He wanted to rip her
clothes off and fuck her into oblivion right there in the
theater. His brain finally got the better of his animal
instincts and breathing heavily, whispered in her ear,
"We better either get the hell out of here or stop before
we are thrown out. It would not look good if we were
caught this way."
Forcing themselves apart, and somehow getting their
clothes smoothed out, they almost ran from the theater
to Joseph's car in the dark end of the parking lot. As
they got into the car Kassie asked, "Where are we
going? The car is too small and I don't want to go to
some cheap motel room."
"Kassie, my love, there is something we have to talk
about. I don't know how to tell you this or even if I should
tell you," Joseph stammered as he pulled her into his
arms. "I'm afraid that you will not want me when I tell
you the truth about me."
"Yussef, habibi, I know!" she said.
"What, what do you know?"
"I know about-my father and you!" she whispered and
then leaned over and kissed him. "He wants you, wants
your body and your soul just like I want you."
"What are we going to do?" he asked.
"We will do whatever we have to do in order to get
married," Kassie answered, "if that is what you want.
This sort of thing is known to happen. While I don't
approve of it, nor do I like it, I am willing to share your
body with my father, but-your love is mine. Now I must
tell you the truth. He has been using me for years to get
his boys. He uses me as an inducement to get them
into bed. Never once did he allow any one of them to
become engaged to me or even to have sex with me,
until you came along. I suppose that, now that I am
getting too old to attract the younger men he prefers, he
has decided to let me become your wife. I think he
loves you, Yussef, and that in his sick mind he wants to
grow old with you as his lover. Having you as a son-in-
law would preserve his manly image in the community."
"What about your mother?" he asked. "Does she know
and agree with all this?"
"Yes she does and that is the really weird part, Yussef.
Before I was born, he used my mother. She was young
and beautiful and many young men desired her. He
arranged for some of them to be caught in
compromising situations with my mother. As an
important and influential higher-up in the Syrian
occupation forces, he was able to blackmail them into
his bed. Some of them refused. They disappeared.
Most were compliant and when he got tired of them,
they too disappeared. My mother says that Fazzi is not
my real father. Because of his fondness for men, she
was forced to take a lover. Fazzi found out, arrested him
and personally saw to his interrogation. He beat,
tortured and raped the poor man and then cut off his
genitalia, stuffed them into his mouth and hung him on
a hook to die a slow-and what must have been a
painful-death. His body was dumped into the
Mediterranean. That bastard has used us as his
personal harem, to attract men for his perversions. First
he used my mother, and now me. No more. Now it is
my turn to use him. I want my freedom and you are
going to get it for me."
"Holy Shit! What the hell have I got myself into?" he
said. "Now let me see if I got this right. You want me to
be your father's lover, just so that he will allow you to
marry me, so you can get away from him?"
"When you put it that way-it sounds so, so horrible," she
stammered. "But yes, that's it, 'in a nutshell', as you
Americans say."
"Look, darling, no matter what happens," he said, "one
way or the other I'm going to get you out of there, and
you don't even have to marry me if you don't want to. Do
you think Mary would like to leave Fazzi also?"
"I don't know for sure; however, once I am out from
under his control, it may be that my mother will be able
to either get out herself or make some sort of a deal. I
think she has only stayed with him because of me. I
told you she was a Christian, and he would never allow
her to take me from under his control. I think he fears
that she might not only return to Christianity, but have
me baptized as a Christian as well. This is what has
and will keep him from harming us. I don't think he
could live with that."
"I'm a Christian. Would he permit our marriage?"
Joseph asked.
"I think he is going to try to get you to become a
Moslem," she said. "However, in any case, if you refuse,
he could always make some excuse for not having you
convert. He may think no one would dare question him.
Besides he could say that, as everyone knows, he did
try to arrange marriages for me, but could not make a
suitable and honorable one and had to settle for you.
But to tell the truth, I think the pig is really in love with
you and he just does not care what people may say."
"Honey, I think it would be better if you and I just did not
engage in sex for the time being," Joseph said
seriously. "Aside from the fact that I promised Fazzi that
I would not until we married, I don't want the chance of
pregnancy to enter into the equation at this time. There
are too many things involved here without adding one
more."
"No sex?" she said incredulously. "Would you really do
that for me? What I mean is, I really meant it the other
night when I told you I wanted you."
"I want you too, but it is too risky right now," he said,
taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply. "At this
point and until we are free of him, I just don't want Fazzi
to have an additional thing to hold over us. However,
nothing says we cannot do a lot of heavy petting. I like
the feel of your body next to me and I don't want to give
that up."
They kissed and petted in the car for a while longer and
then they headed back home. "Would you like me to
come up to your apartment, just to tuck you in, Yussef?"
she asked.
"Maybe some other time and place. I have to get a good
night's rest myself," he said as they left the garage and
he walked her to the front door. "Besides, Fazzi might
be 'sleepwalking'."
He walked her to the door and kissed her good night.
On his way back to the apartment he stopped and
reported, by cell, to Agent Barns. He told him about the
meeting tomorrow, and Bill said it looked like everything
was moving along at top speed. He informed the
soldier that he already knew about the upcoming cafe
meeting, as Worthington had called him yesterday to
keep him up-to-date and asked him to check out the
place. He then entered the hallway to his apartment
and was relieved to find that no one was lurking in the
dark. Thanking God, he went upstairs and went to bed.
He awoke early and returned to school, stopping at the
mess hall for something to eat. The rest of the day was
filled with classes and study.
After school he changed into civilian clothes and
headed back to Paterson for the Worthington meeting.
Arriving early, he found Fazzi waiting for him in the
library.
"Good! You are early. Oh I wish you had dressed in your
uniform. You know how I love seeing you in it," Fazzi
said as he walked up to Joseph, put his arms around
him and kissed his lips. Joseph hugged and kissed
him back.
"When I came back last night, I half expected to find you
waiting for me in the dark," he whispered into the Arab's
ear, sending chills up and down his spine.
"Maybe after our meeting tonight!" Fazzi smiled, "if we
have time. We will see. I know that by the end of the
evening we shall both be in the mood for romantic
adventure."
"Romance?" Joseph questioned. "What are you
planning? Worthington, his wife and son are nice
people and good friends of mine, to say nothing of the
fact that he is to be my future employer."
"Not to worry. Calm down my lion cub. I guarantee we
will all enjoy the evening ."
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