Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2018 20:46:18 +0000
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dexter's Saga Chapter 44

The Customer/Dexter's Saga
By Joystick

Chapter #44

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"That may be, but then some might say that to have to go through the pain
and long sessions with a head doctor is not only barbaric but expensive.
The Arab way may be barbaric but it is faster and cheaper. I'm sure that
the Israelis know this and understand. I promise that I will not kill him
and that he will be able to answer whatever questions they might want to
ask him, but we must do it this way."

Chapter #44

Down, down, down they went far below the main deck into a part of the ship
that few visited called the brig area. There in separate cells lay the
Captain and Dawud; both were dazed, dirty, confused and in leg irons and
handcuffs. They were shells of the men they used to be.

"Salaam, Dawud. So we meet again. Welcome to MY ship. While it is not as
luxurious and pleasant as the Caliph's yacht, it's still good to see you
again. Do you remember who I am?"

"Yes," Dawud said. "I remember you. You're, Jesse, the son of that fool
Yethro and Ronnie's boyfriend."

"I may be the 'son of a fool' but at this moment, here in this prison, you
have the nerve to call me a fool?" Jesse hissed at him. Then to the guard,
he said, "Please, leave us alone for ten minutes while I try to educate
this moron!"

"I would love to do that, but sorry, I can not do that! My orders are
clear. I'm here not only to protect you from him, but also to see that you
don't kill this son of a bitch. The Israelis need him alive to answer some
questions. From what I understand, it is not too often that they catch such
prize 'cattle'. That Mossad guy made it plain that they want them alive and
I should see to it that you do not kill him. You are free to do anything
but that. You can use your fists and feet if you want. Just don't rough him
up too much. Make sure that there is enough left for them to work over."

"Rough him up? I want to cut his balls off and make him eat them!" Jesse,
in a fit of temper screamed, pulling out his pocketknife.

"I understand how you feel, but orders are orders! Now give me that knife
or I'll have to take you back topside!" he pleaded as he brandished his
automatic at Jesse.

 "Well, okay, but under the circumstance, I guess a broken nose, perhaps a
broken rib or two and a few black eyes might be called for," Jesse laughed
as he reluctantly handed his knife to the guard and turned back to Dawud
and shouted, "You son of a bitch, why did you take her? If you or that son
of a bitch boss of yours wanted me - why not just come and ask me? Who
knows I might have just gone with you willingly? Not only did you take her,
you violated her and ruined her for life! Now no one will believe that you
did not rape her! That innocent little girl is the woman I'm going to marry
someday." With this he punched him in the face splattering blood all over.

Dawud fell to the floor bleeding from his nose. "I did not violate her!" he
screamed as he tried to cover his face with his handcuffed hands. "I swear
to you, I never took her virginity! If she says I did, she's lying! She is
as pure as the day she was born unless she was lying to you from the
beginning... "

"Lying? You son of a bitch," Jesse growled, "unlike you and your kind, that
girl does not know how to lie! What makes you think I would believe
anything you say anyway?" He screamed back at him and hit him again and
again.

"As one Moslem to another, I swear it to you! I was just following his
orders," he pleated. "I never...."

Again, Jesse punched him knocking him to the ground once more. Then he
grabbed him and pulled him up and seating him in the chair again, screamed
at him, "First of all, I'm not a Moslem as yet and you are only a Jihadist
convert. And a filthy lying one at that. You know that Moslems can lie to
non-believers all the time and you also know that it is not considered a
sin! In fact, any lie is permitted to a non-believer.  The Koran says that
it is even permitted to lie to believers, under certain circumstances. I'm
sure you heard of the concept of "taqiyya'. While I'm not a Moslem, I do
know the Koran. So don't give me that shit," he said as he raised his fist
again to strike him.

"Please, please, no more!"

"I am told that I can not kill you... yet," Jesse shouted at him as he
punched him in the face again. "However, this is nothing compared to what
you are going to get! I just wanted to vent out a bit of my anger at
you. Just a little, mind you, because it does my heart good to think of the
treatment my friends in the Mossad are planning for you. You only kidnapped
my future wife. But think of all the misery your master, that Captain of
his in the next cell and you have caused with those smuggling tunnels. Also
the number of people they have or could have killed. I know that a few of
those who will question you have firsthand knowledge of this and are not as
lenient as I. Like I said, it does my heart very good. I'll leave you to
the Mossad now. They know how to handle scum like you. Oh, by the way, just
in case you were thinking of screaming that you are American and want to
see the American ambassador, I think you should know that I have informed
them of your background and told them that when you ask for forgiveness,
they are to forget about your ever having been an American. The United
States has disowned you. The Government has withdrawn your passport and has
absolutely no interest whatsoever in your well-being. I told them to use
everything they can on you. I hear that they have some rather unique ways
of getting information out of people like you!  I have also requested that
once they get whatever information they can out of you, that they resist
the temptation of trading you or your body for some prisoners your boss
might be holding without first consulting me.  Believe me you will talk and
tell them everything you know. I only wish I could be there to see their
methods, but I have to get back home. However, I did request that after
they are finished with you that they rip off your balls and preserve them
for me in alcohol. You and your friend the Captain are going to sing a
beautiful song before they are finished with you. I'm just sorry I will not
be there to see or hear it." Jesse punched him one more time knocking him
again to the ground and kicking him in the ribs and then turning to the
guard, he said, 'you better get me out of here before I lose my
self-control and..."

The guard let Jesse out and locked Dawud up again. "Come, Mr. Allwadii,
let's get some fresh air. It stinks down here." As he locked the steel door
to the brig and they started the climb up to the main deck, the guard said,
"Perhaps you should have the doctor look at those knuckles of yours. Did
you hurt them? Do you think I should get a doctor to look after him?"

"Ordinarily, I would say why bother. Let the Mossad take care of
him. However, I did promise that they would have a living bastard left to
question. Let's at least see that they have a live body to work with!"

They went up on deck and Jesse went into the sickbay where he had the medic
take a look at his hands.

"What the hell did you do to them?" the medic asked.

"Just a little work-out on a punching bag in the gym. I guess I'm a bit out
of shape."

After that, he went to visit Ronnie where they realized that it was morning
in the States, so they put in a phone call to Yethro and found out that
both Rashid and his mother were staying with him at the Governor's mansion
waiting for word about Ronnie. Jessie assured all of them that while she
was shaken up, she was unhurt and untouched. "She has been through hell but
the doctors have assured me she will be fine and as soon as she is able, we
are going to fly back home. Perhaps we will see you in two or three days.
I will telephone you and let you know when our flight will arrive." And to
Rashid and his mother he said, "you can be assured that this will not
happen again. As soon as I can arrange it with Yethro, she is going to be
living with me at the mansion where I will hire a full-time bodyguard for
her."

"Please Jesse, that won't be necessary," Rashid pleaded with him. "I have
learned my lesson and I won't let this happen again. She is not going to
leave my side until the two of you are married. I am so sorry."

"Sorry buddy, I'm not blaming you for any of this, but from now on I want
an armed, licensed professional, on the job. One who won't be afraid to
kill to protect her! I hope to be able to work out something with Yethro's
security people. Again, I am not blaming you. We were lucky this time, but
I don't want this to happen ever again. Both her honor and that of our
families must be protected. The Caliph will think twice about sending
anyone else to grab her ever again. You just look after your mother, and
make sure you protect her and yourself. Ronnie is my responsibility from
now on." They argued back and forth for a while and then Jesse put an end
to it by agreeing to compromise and said, "Look if you want, when we get
home, I can also arrange for a security detail for you and Grandma. But
right now I have to get to bed, I'm really bushed." He hung up the phone
and crawled into the bed beside Ronnie and held her in his arms, kissed her
and snuggled up to her as best he could.

"Just you remember that from now on, my love, you are staying with me at
the Governor's Mansion. We should have done that from the beginning. This
was my fault. I should have seen it coming. From now on I can't have you
becoming a target for another kidnapping. You are going to be protected
24/7. No one is going to harm you anymore. Now just rest and get well. I'll
be here when you wake up, so sleep well." Jesse said as he lightly kissed
her lips as she closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

"Please Jesse, do not blame Rashid. This was really my fault more than
his. I should have waited for him before I went off on my own shopping."

"Okay, I will not blame him. I'm just pissed off that I did not see this
coming. It's as much my fault as well as his. I'll apologize in the
morning, I promise. Now, now, just you go to sleep and get some rest now."

Several times during the night Ronnie's screams and her thrashing around in
the bunk awakened Jesse. He quickly tried to calm her down. "Darling, it's
alright. You're here with me and I'm not going to allow anyone to hurt you
again."

"Oh Jesse, is that you - is that really you? I prayed for you to come over
and over. That evil man kept telling me that my prayers were a waste of
time, as you were not coming for me because you really did not love me
anymore. He said you had come under the spell of that monster Caliph and
you would go to him and I would not see you again as you would not want me
anymore. When I refused to believe that and I told him it could not be
true, he showed me pictures of you and the Caliph together doing things
that are so..., and still I refused to believe it... But then I began to
have second thoughts. I could not help it. He kept showing me those
pictures over and over and insisting that it was true. I tried not to
believe it and while the thought of you helped me to survive...  After a
time I began to believe some of it. Is any of that true? Was that you in
those filthy pictures?"

"Honey, I'm sorry to tell you - yes, it was. I will not lie to you. I did
not want to do it, but both Yethro and I were drugged. You must believe
that! I hope you will forgive me and just remember that you are here with
me now and you're safe. Tomorrow we are going to board a plane and return
to the States and have you back with your family," he said kissing her
forehead. "Go back to sleep. You need your rest. You'll see - all will be
well in the morning."

But the night was long and she kept tossing and turning and by morning all
was still not well. However, after a good long shower and some new clean
clothes, she began to respond to Jesse's care and little by little she
began to look like her old self. After thanking the Seal team again and
boarding a helicopter and leaving the carrier, things really began to look
up. The farther away from the Sinai they got, the better she felt. The trip
was long and the hours dragged on and Ronnie rested. It seemed that the
closer to home they came - the better she began to recover some of her old
self. Jesse knew it would be a while before she would recover from what had
happened in the past few days. To help take her mind off the past, he told
her about their new house and the progress that was being made.

"You would be surprised at how fast they are working. It will be ready by
the spring and we can go up there for weekends," he told her. While there
would not be any real furniture, he was sure that they would be able to
camp out there or use Yethro's cabin and at least go swimming and
fishing. All this talk about the house seemed to draw Ronnie out and she
began to talk about what kind of furniture she wanted and while Jesse, at
this stage knew it was all a game; he began to enjoy playing it with
her. They became children and the two of them would roughly sketch the
placement of chairs, tables and other things. She especially liked the idea
of setting up the nursery and he began to think about trashing his work for
the Department of Homeland Security and just settling down with this woman
and raising a family. After all, he was not getting any younger and he
could marry her legally right now without any problem. Her guardians would
gladly sign the papers and Yethro would not only be ecstatic to perform the
Civil Ceremony, he would encourage it.  Although, according to Sharia Law
they were already married he knew that both Ronnie and her family would
never consider it a full marriage until he was fully converted. Yet, he
still had serious reservations about it. He would have to talk to the Imam
about that. He really was not looking forward to being circumcised. However
if he were going to marry Ronnie... sooner or later he would have to have
it done. Perhaps there was some way he could avoid it. But why wait? The
sooner the better and get it over with. But before he took this final step
he thought he should talk to Ronnie about it.

"You look so unhappy, Jess," she asked. "What is it? Are you having second
thoughts about us now?"

"Don't ever think anything like that! You know how much I care for you. I
was just thinking about ... you know... conversion. It is such a big step
and as much as I admire some aspects of Islam, there are still many
doubts. And it is not just that I fear circumcision, I admit that I do but
it is that I cannot believe that Islam is my way or even the right way to
bring up our children. To tell you the truth - it is too violent and some
things are downright barbaric. Other religions have their faults, but as
far as I can tell, there are ways to overcome them. As far as I can see, at
this point, Islam is not my way. It may be yours and I have no problem with
that, but it is not mine. There still are lots of reservations that I
have."

"You do not have to believe in everything. I know what you mean, I, too
have my reservations. There are many things that I do not like or
understand about Islam. I have been spoiled. Living in America, I have
learned to love the added freedom and modernisms people have there. I've
even come to love a lot of my non-Moslem friends and neighbors. I've even
questioned my grandmother about the place of women in Islam and how we take
second place to our men. I've had a lot to see and question in the past
week or so. How could one so-called Moslem do what he did to us and still
think of himself as righteous is beyond me. Yet, there are millions of
people that think that way. Look, Jess, we still have time to work things
out. We will work on it, but we must do it together. You and I are going to
make our own way. I'm sure that, Yethro, my Grandmother and Rashid will
come to accept whatever we decide to do. And if they don't, we will just
have to live our lives as we want to and I'm sure they will come around. As
long as we love each other, we will be okay and others do not matter. If
you feel that you cannot convert, then don't. In fact, I insist that you do
not convert. I do not want you to do this for me. I love you and I hope you
love me. I want you, and as far as you and that beautiful foreskin-well
Mr. Allwadii, I just want to be Mrs. Allwadii and I'll take you as you are
and if the world doesn't like it..... Let them go to ...."

"I would love to do it that way. However Yethro and your family would throw
a fit and disown both of us, and your family would throw you out. Just
remember that even though I had a mother and father, I lived like an orphan
for a long time and while I could live like that, I know you could not -
you need family. No, we must do it their way. That's all there is to
it. These last few days never happened," he said as he held her in his arms
and kissed her.

"Perhaps it is better that they did happened. I learned one thing, Jesse
Poindexter Allwadii, I love you more now than I did before and I would
gladly convert to be with you... Why do you find it so hard to believe that
I truly want to convert and become a part of your free world? You think
that I, or any normal Moslem woman, want to live like a slave. Yes, I know,
there may be some, but I don't. If I've learned anything in these past
days, it's that I would rather live like a free woman. You taught me this!
But you are wrong, Jesse. While their opinions are an important factor, we,
you and I together, will have to decide, not Yethro, not Rashid, not
Grandma, and not anyone else. Promise me that's how it will be. Just YOU
AND ME."

The flight home took a few days and when they landed at the airport, the
Governor and Ronnie's family were there to greet them. Jesse bundled Ronnie
into the limo and they drove to the mansion. On the way, Jesse told her
family that she was going to stay with him and the Governor from now
on. Rashid again put up a big stink, but Jessie shook his finger at him and
told him that he proved that he was not capable of protecting his future
wife. Jesse wanted a professional bodyguard to take over. Besides, there is
all the medical and psychological help needed there at the mansion. They
fought all the way to the mansion. "Look, it's going to be this way. If you
still have a problem with this, then Grandma can move in with Ronnie until
we are married. You can keep the apartment for yourself until Ronnie and I
are married. Then, if she wants to, Grandma can either stay with us or move
back with you. Ronnie and I have already decided this. We cannot afford to
take the chance that the Caliph is not going to send more men after her.
The only other way to prevent that is for me to kill that bastard myself."

"You will never get to him," Rashid laughed. "That man has an army of
people protecting him."

"Look if Dawud and that ass-hole Captain are examples of the caliber of his
people, it should not be too difficult. I mean even unsophisticated Ronnie
was able to get a message out to the F.B.I. and me. Anyway, let's just see
how this works out for a while. Somehow or other I think we have not seen
the last of the Caliph."

"I hope we have," Ronnie said.

Fortunately, with Yethro's help and the fact that there were many more
rooms in the Governor's mansion than they needed, Jesse was able to arrange
for Ronnie to move into the place and set up a small apartment for Ronnie
and her Grandma. It was a few doors away from Jesse's apartment so he could
look in on them from time to time and Grandma was able to 'protect'
Ronnie. Not that she 'protected' her too much. It would appear that living
away from Rashid, Grandma was becoming something of a liberated woman
herself. It looked as if she was developing a sort of relationship with one
of the security guards, and Jesse and Yethro encouraged it. Both Jesse and
Ronnie joked about it to themselves. Not only did the three of them
encourage it, but also Yethro really liked having Grandma and Ronnie around
to talk Arabic to. He hoped that with the three of them speaking Arabic; it
would 'help' Jesse to learn more. (Even though Jesse secretly spoke Arabic
as well as they did.)

Within a few days after the big move, Yethro cornered Jess and said, "Jess,
you know this is all so silly. Why not get married already and have it done
with. You know I'm ready for you to have a family... Besides with her
living right down the hall from you - the whole thing looks so contrived
that it's ridiculous."

"It is what it is! Let them talk. What do I care? Wait a minute! Is it you
that cares? Do you think that with her here it might change things between
you and me? Or is it that this might have some political repercussions for
you?""

"Well, partly yes. The thought did enter my mind. I had hopes that her
living next door to you did not put a crimp in 'our relationship'. After
all, just remember, I am not that old that sex is no longer needed. I need
you, too."

"How can you even think that?" Jesse threw his arms around him kissed him
and said, "I will always want you. Even after Ronnie and I are wed and make
you a grandpa many times over, no one can replace that special place in my
heart that I have for you."

"Thank you for saying that. But both of us know that while I am aging, I'm
not getting too old for you and sex. No matter how old I get and how much I
like the idea of being a grandfather, I hope I never lose my sex
drive. Perhaps it's time both of us just settled into the family
mode. After all, you are still young and have the stamina for both a wife
and me or maybe even two or three concubines. You must realize that I'm
older than you and like that movie star said, 'We'll always have Paris'!"

"I don't know what the hell has gotten into you, Yethro! Are you sure that
you haven't found another boy?"

Yethro laughed, "I only wish that was so.  No it's just age. Wait! Just
wait, until you get a bit older. You'd best enjoy the sex while you can
before it is too late."

Jesse held him in his arms and hugged him and kissed his lips
lightly. "Stop this foolish talk and besides just remember that the best
times we ever had were not only the sex times, but even more so were the
times we were together fishing and camping and doing nothing but sleeping
next to each other."

"Jess, I love you!"

"Yethro, you old fool, I love you, too. Now let's get back to work."

A few days later, on a secure phone, Mr. Green shouted, "What the hell do
you mean you are quitting? You just can't quit on me! Get your ass down
here to me NOW! I just got off the phone with the Boss and he wants to see
you and he wants to see you now and he isn't taking any 'no' for an
answer. He just got a full report from his friends in Israel plus a letter
from their Prime Minister with all the details about the intelligence they
got from that Captain and Dawud. He said that the information on the
smuggling tunnels alone was worth enough to award you a medal. He wants to
meet with you ASAP."

"Philip, I'm bushed out right now and I don't think I have the
energy. Please tell him both Ronnie and I are under the care of doctors and
need our rest."

"I'll tell him that, but one does not say "No" to this President... If he
wants you, he is going to send a team of people there and drag you back
here. Please, Jess, do it for me."

"Well give me a few days to think about it and I'll get back to you. That's
the best I can do right now."

"Well, okay but he isn't going to like it."

"Philip, at this particular time, I just don't give a damn what that man
thinks. He can go to hell for all I care...."

"You better care!!! Who the hell do you think approved your use of an
Aircraft Carrier, a Seal Team, as well as making it possible for you to
work with the Mossad? Do you think it was your 'Good looks' that got you
all that help? Nothing you did or could do - could have been done without
his knowing and approval. We were very lucky on this one. We could have
lost some men. Thank God we didn't.  They put their lives on the line for
Ronnie and you! You owe it to them. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, you do. Sorry, but give me a week or so to rest up and get
settled..."

That was all the Director of Homeland Security could say as Jesse hung
up.....

To be continued...