Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2007 11:07:57 -0500
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three-Day Pass Chapter 27

The Three-Day pass Chapter #27
By Joystick

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End of Chapter 26

"It's on the news, Aljazeera, as well as the American news. He was captured
in Iraq. Ibrahim Smith an American soldier, it is him they showed a
photograph. People in the congregation remembered that he brought you to
the Mosque. He is still alive but unless all Iraqi prisoners are released
in 48 hours, they are going to cut off his head!!!"

Chapter 27

It was one of the few times that Joseph was too stunned to talk or move. He
leaned back against the wall and just let the world close in on him. His
arms and legs seamed to become disconnected from his body as he felt
himself sliding down the wall. Fazzi reached out quickly and grabbed him to
prevent him from landing on the hard stone floor of the alcove.

"Yussef, Yussef are you all right?" Fazzi kept repeating as he shook him
and patted his cheek trying to bring him back from out of the deep dark
cold sea that was fast enveloping him. "Someone, please, come and help me."

>From everywhere men came running to assist.  They helped carry Joseph into
the Imam's private study where he was placed on a sofa and made as
comfortable as possible. Someone brought him a glass of water and as he
sipped from the glass, the color began to come back into his face and
slowly he started to come out of his stupor. Seeing that he was returning
to the world of the living, Fazzi gently moved the onlookers out after
thanking them for their help. However, a distinguish member of the
congregation carrying a black bag, pushed himself forward. Fazzi recognize
the man as his own doctor and asked if he could please be of
assistance. The doctor said "For sure. As soon as I saw what was happening
I ran for my bag.  What happened?"

"Thank you, doctor. My friend has had some bad news and I think he passed
out. We would be most thankful if you could look at him. Any assistance you
render would be appreciated."

 "I know I heard the news myself. It shocked me also. The black soldier, a
really nice boy, I remember his visits here." He said as he opened his case
and removed his stethoscope and placed it to Joseph's chest.

"I'm fine now, just a bit of a shock."  Joseph mumbled. "No need for all
this fussing."

"Now look here young man, you are the patient and I'm the doctor here.  You
just keep quiet while I finish up. Then I'll tell you if you are fine." He
said as he took his pulse and them made him follow his finger with his
eyes. "No concussion. You were right sir; it looks like just a bit of
shock. Let him rest here for a few minutes. Then perhaps a few hours rest
at home might be better for him. He is young and strong as a bull. He
should be fine. Everyone else clear out of here and give him some air. Just
you and I will stay Mr. Muhammad.  Please raise his feet and someone bring
him a warm blanket." About a half hour later Joseph was beginning to feel
more like his old self, his color had even returned."

Joseph told the doctor that he was feeling better and that he thought he
would like to go home. "We are keeping the Imam out of his study. Please
apologize to him for me. It was just the shock. I'll be OK. I just need
time to adjust to it. I did not even know he was serving in Iraq."


"Yes, I do think he would be better resting at home Mr. Muhammad. He still
appears to be a bit disoriented, but that should clear up with rest. I have
a sedative he can take, but only when you get him into bed. It is quite
strong and should help with the shock. I'll give you four tablets; have him
take one when you get him home and put him to bed, then one every four
hours, but only if he needs it. He is not to drive or operate machinery. I
think he will be fine by morning. I can stop by tomorrow, if you like, but
in any event give me a call in the morning and let me know how he is
doing."  The doctor instructed and gave Fazzi the pills and his card.

"Thank you doctor. Please send me the bill. It was most kind of you and we
will be in touch."  Fazzi helped Joseph to his feet and he and the doctor
put him into the car. Again Fazzi thanked every one and after making sure
that Joseph was covered up he got behind the wheel and drove home.

 "I'm going to have to call his mother---what can I say to her. That poor
woman, she must be out of her mind. Maybe I should check to find out if
they have notified her yet."  Joseph rambled on and on with his eyes closed
to prevent the sunlight from aggravating his throbbing head.

"They would not have released his name and photo to the American press if
the Pentagon had not done that first. Do you know her number? When we get
you home and in bed I will get her for you.  However let's wait until I
first check and see if I can get any information from Allie at the
embassy. He has all kinds of connections and informants.  I'm sure he will
help."

Arriving home and helping Joseph up to his room and making him sit on the
bed, he said, "Let me help you undress and get comfortable. You heard what
the doctor said. You have to lie down and rest.  I'll have cook make you
something warm to drink and you will take the pill the doctor
prescribed. You relax and I will call the embassy and get Allie to work on
this right away. I also have some other people that I know who may be
helpful. I promise you, habibi, everything is going to be OK. I have a lot
of friends who owe me favors and I intend to call every one of them in. If
your friend is still alive I will do everything I can to have him back home
soon. Now I'm going to the kitchen and have Summaya make you a cup of
broth."

A few minutes later he came back with some toast and a cup of broth, with
which he insisted Joseph take with the pill. Joseph had a problem. If he
took the pill, as Fazzi wanted him to, he could not be sure that he would
be able to keep his mind alert and when dealing with Fazzi he wanted to be
one hundred percent sure that he was. Taking the pill in his fingers he
said, "I can't take this with hot soup, I need a glass of cold water. Could
you please get me one from the bathroom?" While Fazzi went to get him the
water, Joseph did a quick palming of the pill. On the way back with the
water all Fazzi saw was Joseph reaching for the water as if he had just
swallowed the pill. He then finished the hot broth and lay back with his
head on the pillows.

"I hate taking medicine, but I do need the sleep.  I am bushed and ..." he
said as he relaxed his body and then pretended to doze off.

Fazzi kissed him and said, "There you rest now, and I'm going to let you
alone. I'll get right to work on freeing your friend. I'm going to call
Allie right now and see if the embassy has any news and if it can help."

"Good, thank you for everything, but promise me that you will wake me if
there is any news at all." After he left Joseph got out of bed and went
into the bathroom, took a leak, then wrapped the pill in toilet paper and
flushed it down. He returned to bed got under the covers and this time he
really did start to drift off.

About 20 minutes later Fazzi carefully opened the door and peeked into the
room. Seeing that Joseph was sleeping, he tiptoed over to the chair by the
bed and sat down. He sat there watching the sleeping man's chest rise and
fall. Joseph, feeling a presents in the room, opened his sleepy eyes and
seeing the Arab's smiling face asked, "Habibi, you are smiling, any news?"

"I really did not want to wake you, but you did say to wake you if I had
any news. I just got off the phone with the embassy. Allie said that he is
going to call-in every favor he has out there. He was very upset that this
happened. One way or the other, he is going to get your friend released. I
told him to act like, God forbid, it was you that they had captured and to
make sure Ibrahim was treated well. He said he would call back as soon as
he had some news and that you were not to worry, too much."

"Not worry! How can I not worry?" Joseph said as he drifted off again.

Two hours later Fazzi again tiptoed into Joseph's room and woke him
up. "I'm sorry to wake you again, but I thought you would want to hear
this. I have some good news for you." He said handing the soldier a
phone. "Here talk to Allie."

"Hello Allie, what have you found out?" Joseph asked in Arabic.

"First of all he is well, considering that he put up one hell of a fight
when he was taken. They must have really wanted him alive as a hostage. He
is receiving excellent medical attention now. Through some very powerful
friends we have been assured that he will be well cared for, that no
further harm will come to him and best of all they will cooperate by
releasing him to a Syrian agent."

"How were you able to get them to do that?" Joseph asked.

"Well we told them that they had captured an undercover agent of the Syrian
Government and that until this was taken care of they had better treat him
well or there would be hell to pay." Allie laughed. "And they brought
it. So they will hold him until one of our agents can take him off their
hands."

"Thank you Allie, but can we be sure that they will keep their word. I have
to call his mother and I want to tell her the truth and not some lies that
will cause her more pain and anguish later."

"Well, in these cases, no one can guarantee anything one hundred percent
but I am sending a man there who is going to stay with Ibrahim until he is
brought safely to Syria. He is one of our best operatives. However, it
might be difficult for our man to gain your friend's confidence unless he
has some way to assure him that we are there to help him and not hurt him.
If we could convince him that you were the one behind his rescue it might
help."

"What do you mean? What can I do from here? What do you want?"

"Just some personal message. Something that only you and Ibrahim are
familiar with that will convince him that the man was sent not only by
Syria, but that you are in back of it. Do you have one?" Allie asked.
"Without something like that he might fight us and we would have to use
drugs to knock him out. And one can never be sure how he might react to
being drugged. I think you will agree that it would be better to not have
to use them."

"I agree, wait while I think." Joseph thought for a few seconds and then
said with a big smile on his face, "Yes! I have one. Tell him he better
take care of himself because Kassie and I will need him as our best man and
if something were to happen to him, I would miss not getting his morning
bacon."

"Someday you must tell me what that bacon thing is, but for now I think
that will do it. It will be made to look like he escaped on his own. It
will take a day to arrange all this and I'm flying out tonight to monitor
the situation myself and make sure it goes well. I'll be there myself when
he is free. I will meet him and fill him in. I'll be in contact with either
you or Fazzi whenever I have anything to tell you. Fazzi has my cell
number, get it from him and call me anytime you feel the need."

"I don't know how to thank you, but I'm sure I will find a way."

"No need, just remember that it pays to have a friend like Fazzi. Somehow
it opens the doors fast." He said out loud, while thinking to himself; now
I've got myself in good with the real boss. "You just rest now and leave
the problem in my hands. I will get back to you."

"What about his mother? What can I tell her?"

"Fazzi said you were worried about that... well you can call her and tell
her that while she is not to say anything yet to the press, you think that
by Monday Ibrahim will be back home or on his way. Our ambassador has
already informed the White House that Syria is going to get Ibrahim back
safely and in such a way that it will reflect well on the young man. He has
assured them that we are 'pulling out all the stops' and will move ASAP as
long as Washington does not interfere. Now rest easy."

"Again my thanks to you and to the ambassador and I do owe you." Joseph
said and put down the phone. He dialed Ibrahim's mother and after making
sure she knew who he was, he told her that he was sure everything would
work out.

"Everyone is saying that, but I'm not so sure. Until I hear his voice on
free soil I'll worry. I'm a mother. What else can I do? I thank you for
your call but I should leave the line free to let calls come in. I just
hope one of them is from Ibrahim and it comes soon."

"I'll get off the line now, but I wanted you to know that we are doing
everything we can to bring him home." He hung up the phone said to Fazzi,
"that poor woman. I wanted so much to tell her everything but I did not
want to raise her hopes now to have them fall later. I hope she can hold
on."

"Look, you too have got to relax or I'll have you on more of those
pills. Now no more phone calls just lay back and get some rest. Do you
think you need another pill?" Fazzi said with concern in his eyes as he
smoothed the bed linen. "No! It is too soon. Lay back and let the pill
work. I'll take the phone out of here so you won't be disturbed. Would you
like me to come back and stay with you while you sleep?"

"That would be nice, however there is something else I want you to do for
me first. I want you to go back to the Mosque and get that Imam to issue a
statement or edict or whatever, in "the name of Allah the Compassionate,
and the entire Muslim community of Paterson", calling for the immediate
release of their fellow congregation member and brother, Ibrahim Smith."

"Yussef, my darling, I don't have to power to do that! What do you think I
am?"

"BULLSHIT, habibi, that is a load of bullshit, let's cut the crap. Do you
think I'm blind or just an idiot? You are the most powerful man in this
community. If you want something you just have to shake your finger and
these people run to do your bidding. They respect and love you and will do
anything you ask."

"Why is it so important that I get them to do this?"  Fazzi asked. "Ibrahim
is going to be set free with or without this."


"That, my lover, is just the point! The idea just came to me, in a bright
crystal clear flash. As long as they are going to release him we have
nothing to loose and a whole lot to gain."

"Gain? What are you talking about? You know as well as I do that when he is
free, these men will only take revenge in another way. What can we gain?"

"I'm not talking about the kidnapers. They are viscous and stupid. Without
even planning it they have afforded us a golden opportunity. I'm thinking
of the Arab/American community here. I'm thinking of our 'Fund'. We can and
should play this for all it is worth!" Joseph reasoned. "Lots of good will
and publicity! That's what we will gain. Look you are throwing this Bazaar
soon --- why? For publicity and to publicize that the 'Fund' is a
humanitarian charity, isn't that right? To most Americans 'Humanitarian'
and 'Arab' are oxymorons. The two just do not coexist in the same
universe. If you do what I say, we may be able to change this
misconception. Not only will this bring us good public relations, but also
this could become national news. The best kind of P.R. possible, worth
millions of dollars and best of all it does not cost us a single cent. When
Ibrahim is freed the Arab/American community will look like the real
heroes. I can't think of anything else you could do that would prove to
your fellow Americans that that they have been wrong about Muslims.  That
Arabs do care and can be humanistic and compassionate. One other thing ---
just think of what the Black Community will think of your going to bat for
one of their people."

"Yussef, my dear, dear habibi, what a scheming, devious, calculating and
wonderfully evil mind you have. Are you positive that you are not
Levantine? You must have lots of Arab blood in you." Fazzi started to
laugh, "Why didn't I think of that? It's a great idea. But, I will go you
one better. I'm going to call not only the Imam but also all the leaders
from the Mosque and tell them to get their backsides here, now. We will get
that petition and get it within a few hours and release it to the press and
make the evening news. You leave all this to me, lov, I will take care of
everything. Ish Allah, it was His will that I met you. I thank Him every
day for sending you to me. I will get right on this and then I'll be back."
Fazzi left after kissing Joseph.

"Great" Joseph said as he drifted off to sleep.

It was late in the evening by the time he returned to Joseph's room. He was
ready for bed himself.  It had been a rough day, but things had gone
well. After a bit of pressure applied in the right places, he had done
everything that Joseph had asked. He had called the Imam and all the movers
of the community to a meeting in his house and ordered them to sign the
proclamation he had written. He then called in the press and together with
his "committee"; he released the petition and the press gobbled up the
story. The whole thing appeared on all the networks and received top spot
national news coverage. Even the European and worldwide press were printing
the story. "Arab Americans Demand Release of American G.I." ran the
headlines. It had been a very satisfying and a very good day's work.

He looked down at the still sleeping soldier and Fazzi seeing him there
stretched out decided to join him in bed. Even though he had sent the
servants home earlier, he locked the bedroom door and went into their
connecting bathroom.  He was exhausted yet he just had the need to feel
Joseph's body next to him in bed. In his room he stripped off his clothes
except for his boxers then he went back into Joseph's room dropped the
boxers and lay down beside the nude body of his lover. He wanted-- he
needed Joseph to make love to him. Joseph needed it also. But right now
Joseph was not in any condition to do it to Fazzi. He was out. The doctor
was right; those pills could keep him in a state of happy bliss for hours
yet. This was his chance, perhaps the only one he would ever have. He was
going to rape the sleeping soldier. He would never know it and if he
objected he would blame it somehow on the pills. He was not thinking
straight. It was as if the old lusts had returned. He was back in the
Lebanon again. The "old Fazzi" was back, with a vengeance. All he wanted
was to fuck his lover into submission. To have his cock nail him to the
bed. He ran his fingers over the sleeping nude body. Feeling no response he
kissed the back of his neck.  Only the sound of his deep breathing greeted
him. His fingers gripped the soft dick and still no reaction. Fazzi slid
down under the covers his lips kissing as he moved his mouth down the
sleeping body until they reached it's crotch. He started to nibble on the
foreskin using his teeth, his lips and his tongue he moved the skin back
and forth lapping his hot tongue tip over and into the space between his
cock head and the skin. Finally a reaction, but not the one he had
expected. Joseph rolled over on his belly, still asleep. The Arab was
frustrated at this point, his face now looking at Joseph's ass. His fingers
reached out and caressed the muscled flesh. He placed his thumbs so that he
could spread apart the two hard globes exposing the hidden valley of
delight to and for his explorations. Next the Arab's tongue tip reached out
to touch the pink rosebud. He pressed his face deep within the walls of the
hot, humid love valley. Burring his face in the hairy forest, He licked,
sucked, and nibbled on Joseph's ass hole. Then and only then did Joseph
react by moaning and giving a deep sigh.


"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... what - what the fuck is going on?" the awakening
soldier groaned. He was still groggy and at first he almost mistakenly had
called out Rich's name, but luckily caught himself. "What's going on?"

"Shussssssssh. I'm going to teach you something new." Fazzi whispered, "You
will like it. Just relax while I make love to you tonight. Let me do all
the work." He continued to work his tongue around the ass hole pressing
against it as he teased the man cunt. Driving his tongue tip into the hole
he worked it around the rim, pushing in and out, causing Joseph to
moan. Its not too tight, its relaxed. It must be the pill Fazzi thought as
he removed his tongue and inserted one finger. He began working his finger
in and out of the wet hole.

"No stop" Yelled Joseph, kicking out and pushing the horny Arab away. "I
don't want this. Not now! I'm not ready for this. Please don't do this. Not
like this. Please Fazzi - I'm not ready and I'm not your bottom trophy."

The rejected and hurt Arab rolled over on his back, with tears in his
eyes. "I'm sorry I thought you would want me to make love to you. I was
hoping it would make you feel better. I love you and could not bear to let
you suffer." He said as he adjusted himself so that they were now facing
each other.

"I'm really sorry my lov, but this kidnapping business must have got to
me." Joseph said. "The whole thing has me feeling so...so, for lack of a
better term, so helpless, so unmanly. I'm sorry but I'm not ready to be
that now. I'm not ready to give up my manhood. I felt so helpless today,
while you...you just took over and now I'm no longer your strong Crusader
knight but the helpless maiden. I know this is stupid, but can you
understand and forgive this stupidity?"

"Yes I understand." Fazzi said as he took Joseph's hands in his and brought
them above his head and held them there. Then laying on top of him, their
nude bodies in full contact he placed his lips on Joseph's and kissed him
deeply. Removing his lips he nestled them in his armpits and licked
them. Then his tongue left a trail of saliva across his lover's chest and
around his nipples. He took one in his mouth and let his tongue play with
the nub. Alternating between circling it with his tongue tip and rubbing
his teeth over the hard protrusion he delighted in teasing them to hard
erections. Then resting his head on Joseph's chest he said, "yes habibi, I
not only understand but I know the feeling. I have endured and enjoyed that
feeling since the first time you took me. I became your sex slave and I
gave up my manliness to you! I thought something changed the other night in
the bathroom when you went down on me. I thought perhaps that you might
want to even our relationship out.  Perhaps you had advanced to the stage
where there was no need for a slave and master. If I was wrong --- I'm
sorry. I love you either way and I will continue to love you as long as you
want me and in anyway you want and need me. You will always be my knight on
his charger."

Joseph brought his arms down around the Arab and hugged him. "You might be
right, perhaps I am changing, but for now I want you as we were. Let me get
used to these feelings and I will let you know when and if I develop the
craving to have you inside me." He said kissing him and rolling over and
scooting down to Fazzi's feet where he looked up at him and said, "I'm
going to make love to you now, but it is not going to be forced. No It's
going to be slow and seductive and with your permission."

Joseph started at Fazzi's toes and ran his tongue in between his toes
alternating between licking and sucking on each digit. Then he moved to the
underside of one foot licking it and kissing it. Moving his lips across the
top of the foot and onto the instep.  With each kiss or lick he moved his
fingertips lightly over the calf of Fazzi's leg causing the skin to twitch
and become goose fleshed. On and over the excited flesh his fingers
trekked, journeying higher and higher preparing the way for his mouth and
tongue to devour, leaving a damp trail of saliva. Up and behind the knee,
licking and kissing the soft skin there while his fingertips continued on
their voyage up sending waves of electric like shocks through the body of
his squirming bed companion. When he reached the high hip he moved back
down to the other foot and started all over again working in the same
manner, up the rear of the leg until his mouth reached the big hanging
balls of his lover. Next he attacked that hypersensitive area between them
and his asshole. Flipping Fazzi over on his side he went after the area at
the base of the spine. Running the tip of his tongue over the Arabs ass,
first kissing and then nibbling on the round fleshy globes, his fingertips
again moved up and roamed over the heaving chest to circle his nipples. He
pinched them and rubbed the nubs between his fingers.  Exciting the buds
and causing them to harden, like the erasers on a lead pencil. His hot
tongue continued to bathe the spine washing its way up to the area between
the shoulder blades, then across to the underarms, running his teasing
tongue in, out and around the hairy pits. Then nudging Fazzi back over on
his back the soldier's mouth covered the man's tit and his teeth nibbled
and his mouth sucked hard pulling the flesh away from his chest, first one
tit then the other. Then abandoning his feast, his mouth found its way to
the lips of his lover. At first he just kissed and nibbled on Fazzi's lower
lip then as the victim's mouth opened letting out a gasp, he sunk his hot
tongue deep into the open cavern while his fingers encased the hard, erect
and drooling cock. Withdrawing his tongue from the gasping Arab's mouth he
quickly moved his mouth down to the rampant cut cock and devoured it right
down to the root.

Never but never in all the years of his sexual experiences had Fazzi ever
had anyone make him feel so loved and satisfied as when he blew his load,
like one of those mid-eastern oil rigs bringing in a gusher. Joseph
continued to suck on the now overly sensitive Arab meat, draining him
dry. Joseph, his lips still around the cock reached into the night table
drawer and removed one of his stored condoms, ripped it open and rolled it
over his hard cock. He lifted Fazzi's legs over his shoulders and plowed
his cock into the unprepared, unlubricated mancunt.  Fazzi's head was
swinging right and left, his arms and hands beating and grabbing at the
sheets, pulling them and ripping them as his finger nails, like the claws
of an enraged desert jackal first tore through the linen and then in the
height of passion raked down the arms and back of Joseph leaving furrows of
scratch marks from which little snips of blood emerged. Unfazed by this,
Joseph plowed into and pounded the asshole. In and out he long dicked
him. Now and then changing his rhythm and the depth of his penetrations
from deep long slow movements to short quick thrusts. His body building and
building to the point where he arched his body pushed deeper than ever and
with his head back his throat releasing a wild baying sound, he gushed jet
after jet into the condom. Exhausted both lovers collapsed into each
other's arms.

Sated they slept like that Joseph's cock withering and falling out of
Fazzi's twitching manhole. Fazzi's last thought before he drifted off into
the bliss of sexual gratification was that he was glad he had told the
servants to take the night off.

The next morning began with his phone ringing.

"Hello, who is it?" Joseph asked.

"Yussef, it's me Cassandra (Kassie). Are you alone or is my father with
you."

"Your father must be downstairs getting breakfast. It's been a hectic
weekend. Did you hear about Ibrahim?"

"Yes I did and that's why I was calling. Yussef I know how you must feel
and I wanted to know if there was anything Mom and I can do to help. We owe
you so much. Poor Ibrahim, he did not deserve this."

"Everyone here has been very kind and helpful. Your father has really gone
out of his way to help. He has got the Imam and the entire Muslim
population of Paterson to sign a petition for his release. If you would do
the same out there, I think it would help. I will have your father email
you a sample copy you can use." Joseph said. "How are you two doing out
there? I hear you are going to medical school. I want you to know that I am
real proud of you."

"Yes, I'm doing fine, but I miss you. You have not called in a while. I
guess you are busy, what with the fund and teaching and with my father. Is
he treating you well, Yussef, what I mean is.... He is not... not?"

"No Kassie, he is really wonderful to and with me. I could not ask for a
more considerate lover." He said as Fazzi opened the door and entered
carrying Joseph's breakfast tray and placed it on the bed by Joseph.
Smiling at him Joseph continued, "as a matter of fact he just brought me my
breakfast in bed."

"Well I see, you two are settled in there-that bastard never brought my
mother anything in bed, not even himself." She said and started to laugh at
her joke and then stopped short and said, I'll leave you two alone and
start that petition. I just want you to know that even though I hate what
you are doing with that perverted old fag, I'll always love you.  I'm just
mortified that you had to do this in order for us to escape that pervert."

"Kassie I'm sure Ibrahim will appreciate your efforts as much as I
do. Thank you for calling and offering your help. No matter what happens
it's time for you to live your own life. Find yourself a good man, get
married and raise a family. And Kassie, just thank Allah that we did not
get together."

"I'm going to try. But it is so hard... I can't stop thinking of you-but I
must and will." She said with tears in her voice as she hung up the phone.

"Goodbye Kassie and Ibrahim will thank you."

He put the phone down and took up the fork and started to eat. "That was
Kassie. She is going to get a petition started there. I think she is
beginning to realize that I'm not interested in her any more and it's
over."

"I think you could not have made it any clearer." He said leaning down and
kissing him. "A pretty girl like that should have no trouble finding a good
man. I remember that her father was a very good-looking man. Well, that was
in the old days and I regret a lot of what I did then. I hope you know that
and believe me."

"The past is past and best left in the past." Joseph said. "I don't know
what to do about today. I was going to go into the city and spend the
weekend with Rich and his family, but I want to keep in touch with what is
going on here."

"I would love to have you here for the weekend, but I'm going to be busy
with work and I have to keep on Allie's tail. You need a break - go into
the city and have some fun and give my regards to everyone. I have another
news conference scheduled and a lot of paper work to do. If anything comes
up - I'll call you."

"You sound like you want to get rid of me. Do you have another lover coming
over?"

"Yes I have about four others coming over and I just might ask that they
bring some friends as well..." he playfully said. "And if you believe that,
you are nuts... the truth is after last night I have no more energy for any
other lovers."

"No energy, huh?"  He said as he placed the tray on the floor beside the
bed and pulled Fazzi down onto the bed with him. "As long as we ruined
these sheets last night, what do you say to messing up the mattress as
well?"

"You, my love, are impossible, just impossible. I cannot satisfy you. I
have turned you into a rampant sex fiend. What am I to do with you?"

"I just want to fuck you one more time, lov.... Just one more time..."

To be continued...