Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2007 13:35:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jacksantoro1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Arrest Record, Part 9, Adult Friends, 9/?

Arrest Record, Part 9
By Jacksantoro1@yahoo.com

	Amir stripped down to his shorts and took one bed. Ed
lay on top of the other, fully clothed, and dozed
while I sat on the sofa. At 3 A.M. Ed got up and I
took his place, sleeping fitfully. We were both too
excited and anxious to sleep soundly. Amir got up at
six and went into the bathroom. I got on the radio and
contacted Ted.
	"Send up breakfast." We had arranged that Ted would
order our breakfasts from room service to his room, so
as not to alert anyone who might be watching that more
than one person occupied our room. Once the tray came,
Ted would wait until the hall was clear and bring it
to our room. This was just a small details, but plans
have failed because of small oversights, and we were
already working a risky plan.
	"Ed and I are eating ham and eggs," I told Amir when
he emerged from the bathroom, "but for you I ordered
scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and toast. I hope that's
okay." This was another small detail, but I was very
concerned not to offend Amir's religious views about
eating pork. We were skating on thin ice, as it were,
and couldn't afford the slightest avoidable
interpersonal conflict.
After we'd taken our turns in the bathroom we had only
to wait for something to happen. Ed had prepared for
this by attaching a tape recorder and headphones to
the room's phone line. When Amir's contact called,
we'd be able to listen.
The telephone rang shortly after ten, and Ed and I
donned our headphones. The caller, a male, spoke in
Arabic, and Ed and I exchanged anxious glances because
we didn't understand the conversation and knew that if
Amir planned to screw us, he'd be able to do it
without our knowing it immediately. This was another
oversight, and we'd blown it. Our only safety valve
was that we had it all on tape and would find out
after we'd had it translated.
	"He is coming," Amir said to us after he'd hung up
the phone. "He will be here in an hour." Perhaps he
didn't notice the anxious looks on our faces.
	I raised the others on the radio and briefed them. Ed
and I would stand behind the door when Amir answered
it. There would be one canister on the bed. When the
contact entered the room we'd take him down. The
others would have their doors cracked open to observe,
and if the contact became suspicious and tried to
flee, they'd intercept him.
	The knock on the door was almost anticlimactic. We
took our positions and Amir opened the door. After
exchanging greetings the contact, a man of about 20,
short like Amir, entered the room. We were on him and
had him face down on the floor before he knew what was
happening. Ed and I held his arms behind him while we
applied the handcuffs. A quick frisk disclosed that
the newcomer was carrying a small cheap .32 automatic
in a belt holster. No doubt he knew how to use it,
which reinforced our idea of taking him down quickly.
His wallet held a California driver's license in the
name of Emile Habash. I guessed he might be Lebanese.
	We dragged him to his feet, whereupon he began
cursing us in Arabic and English:
	"Your mother is a diseased whore!" was all we could
make out. He then turned his ire on Amir as he
realized that Amir had cooperated in trapping him. At
this point Ted and Paul pushed their way into the
room.
	"Now this guy is for us," Ted stated flatly. We knew
that Habash was likely to be a hard-core terrorist,
dedicated to dying gloriously for Allah, and that
gentle methods would not work with him.
	Lucky for us we've got a facility up the coast in Los
Angeles," Ted informed us. We'll be there in an hour
and start working on him. One of our guys can
interrogate him in Arabic if it turns out he doesn't
speak English."
	"Fuck you! Fuck your mother!" Habash shouted in a
thick accent, and Ed thumped him on the side of the
head to quiet him. We didn't want to attract
attention.
	"Well, we know he speaks English," said Paul as he
pulled a small flat case from his coat pocket. From
the case he took a syringe. We pulled up Habash's
right sleeve and  Paul swabbed his right arm with an
alcohol pad and injected the contents of the syringe
into his antecubital vein, just in front of the elbow.
We could easily see Habash relax as the drug took
effect. I removed the handcuffs.
	"That's a hefty dose of Versed," Paul explained.
"He's not unconscious, but he won't offer any
resistance when we walk him out of here. Waling him
out attracts less attention than taking him out on a
stretcher."
	"You've got this down to a science," I said with
admiration.
	"Yeah, if this operation gets fucked up, it won't be
because of anything we do," Ted replied.
	"I know what you mean," Ed said. "We still have a few
loose ends here." I knew what he meant, but Ted
elaborated:
	"We don't know if Habash has a back-up observing the
transaction. If he does, and if he sees us walking
Habash out to the car, he'll know something's gone
wrong. We also don't know if Habash is operating under
positive control. He might have to report in as soon
as he's got the canister, and if his control doesn't
hear from him, he'll know that something's happened."
Ted was absolutely right. We had plenty of worries,
even at this early stage in the operation.
	"Well, we might as well get on the road. The next
delivery point is Albuquerque, and we'll be stopping
in Phoenix tonight." Ted and Paul walked Habash out,
promising us a report on his interrogation later. Amir
packed his suitcase and we did ours. He left in his
Buick a couple of minutes before we did in our car.
	The drive East along Interstate 8 was pleasant, as
there was little traffic. We kept our distance from
Amir in case there was a tail.
	"Keeping this far back gives us a chance to see if
someone else is tailing him," Ed commented as he
drove. We went as far as Gila Bend, In Arizona, where
we stopped to eat.
	"We passed Hyder a few miles back," I said. "That's
where a terrorist derailed an Amtrak train about 11
years back." The railroad track had run parallel to
the freeway for miles at that point.
	"Who did it?" Ed asked.
	"Don't know. The FBI never caught the guy. He left a
note signed `Son of Gestapo' but this wasn't much of a
clue. I don't think he ever repeated his act, so he's
home free." We went back to the car.
	"Next stop Phoenix," I said as I started up. We were
going to stay at the Red Roof Inn, on Northern Avenue,
that night. Amir was already checked in when we
arrived and he'd gotten his dinner from an Asian
take-out place. We did the same, as the restaurant was
just across the parking lot, and we returned to our
room to eat. We'd stripped down and started to eat
when my cell phone rang. It was Harold:
	"I'm in Albuquerque. Ted faxed me a report a few
minutes ago. He said that the preliminary
interrogation of Habash turned up that he wasn't
working with a backup and had no instructions to
contact anyone after accepting delivery. He was just
to go home and wait for further orders. We've got a
couple of agents searching Habash's apartment now and
we're getting a tap on his telephone in case someone
tries to call him. At least we'll get the number he's
calling from." I thanked him for the information and
relayed it to Ed. By the time I'd finished we had
eaten our meal and were lying on the bed.
	My hand went to Ed's groin, and I grasped his long
foreskin nipple between thumb and forefinger. He did
the same to me, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
We became hard quickly, and both felt the need to
dissipate the tensions of the day.
	"Let's go head to head," he said as he rolled on his
side to face me and put a folded towel between us. He
skinned me back to expose the front dome of my glans
and I did the same to his foreskin. Now our big purple
helmets faced each other and the aroma of our
foreskins filled the air. A large drop of clear fluid
parted the lips of his long slit as he pressed his
prick against mine.
	I felt the lips of his orifice kissing the pouting
lips of mine as he thrust against me, slightly
compressing my front dome with his. His tip was silky
smooth with the lubricant, and he moved his glans in
small circles. I thrust slightly against him and began
stroking his foreskin back in short strokes, keeping
the front of his helmet clear but working the thick
fleshy ring over his rim. I reached down with my other
hand and cupped his scrotum, feeling the thick
wrinkled flesh tightening between my ringers.
	"I love it when we do this," he murmured. "It feels
so intimate when two men go head to head."
	"It's like docking, but we get to see the action," I
replied. Ed's fingers had begun stroking my foreskin
as well, and I felt the friction and compression as my
tight hood bumped over my flaring corona. We were both
tired but very keyed up from the day's activities, and
it didn't take long before I felt Ed's big helmet
reaching its final hardness against my engorged tip.
When I looked down I saw that both our tips had
darkened to a rich deep purple hue.
	"Can we come together?" Ed asked.
	"I'm close, probably as close as you are," I replied.

	"Let's go for it," he said. He began thrusting harder
and increased the pressure of his encircling fingers,
rolling my foreskin faster up and over my inflamed
rim. The familiar tickling feeling began quickly and I
knew by his increased breathing that he was feeling it
too. It began in my flaring corona and quickly spread
to the front dome, where his swollen tip was rubbing
and pressing against mine. I felt the lips of his slit
rubbing against mine, spreading them and tickling the
inside as well. Now my eyes closed as I felt my
sensations mounting rapidly.
	"HUNHHH!" Ed grunted as I felt his swollen tip throb
against mine. An instant later I felt the hot stream
of his ejaculation wash over the front of my glans,
the sudden shock triggering my own spasm. I cried out
as the muscles in the root of my prick tightened and
sent a hot gush pouring up my prick to drench the
front of his helmet. An instant later I felt his hard
front dome hammer against mine as it spewed another
heavy gush over the front of my helmet. I cried out as
my prick responded with its own contrapuntal spray.
	My tip was becoming very sensitive, and as I was sure
Ed's was the same way, I yanked his foreskin all the
way back as we continued to unload. Ed's fingers
pushed my hood back off the head and held it there,
relieving me of the intense friction on my
over-stimulated nerve endings. Our last discharges
were intensely pleasurable, but not as forceful, and
within a few more seconds we were still, our hot
swollen tips still touching but merely seeping.
	"Man, you really grimace when you come," Ed said
after a minute. "I don't close my eyes so I see it
all. Your eyes close, your lips draw back, and your
jaw gets really tight."
	"I guess I really get into it," I said. Actually we
both did, and only our reactions differed slightly. I
had many pleasant memories of our bodies struggling
together as we'd shared orgasms.
	Let me milk you down," he said as I felt his finger
pressing into my tube behind my sac, forcing the
remaining fluid forward. As my fingers were already in
position under his scrotum, it was easy for me to
reciprocate. I worked his last drops forward, where
they dribbled from his long slit onto the towel
underneath, and then pulled his copious  foreskin
forward to cover and protect his shrinking helmet.
	"We're lucky to have foreskins," I said. "When we go
head to head like this, we feel it not only in the
tips, but we get action behind the ridge stroking each
other's foreskin."
	"You can say that again. That feeling of my skin
hitting my ridge really gets me hot. Cut guys don't
know what they're missing, unless they've been cut as
adults." Ed wadded up the towel and we went to sleep
touching.
	Next morning Amir phoned our room and told us he'd be
ready to go in half an hour. We told him to go when he
was ready and that we'd follow later. Ed and I
showered and ate breakfast before getting on the road.
As I drove north along I-17 towards Flagstaff and
I-40, we got a call on the radio telling us that Ted
and Paul would join us in Flagstaff and that Spicer
and Adams were already in Albuquerque, having booked
at the next hotel.
	Ed took the wheel in Flagstaff and as we rolled east
at 75 mph we saw two familiar faces pull in behind us.
The radio beeped and I heard Ted's voice telling us to
catch up with Amir, scrutinizing the cars behind him.
I relayed this to Ed, who increased his speed until
Amir's car was in view. I carefully scanned the cars
we'd passed, but none looked familiar or suspicious.
Then we dropped back to allow Ted and Paul to close
with Amir. They didn't see anything suspicious either.

	We eventually ended up and the Howard Johnson in
Hotel Circle. Just north of the Eubank exit of the
freeway. Amir was already checked in, and we looked
carefully around the parking lot before entering. We'd
recognized none of the cars that had been behind in on
the freeway, and relaxed slightly. We took a room next
to Amir's with Harold, who arrived just as we were
entering the lobby. This evening it was Ted and Paul's
turn to stay with Amir. Adams and Spicer arrived an
hour later, and took a room down the hall. I ordered
room service dinner for three and when the tray
arrived I took it to Amir's room, with the others
watching my back. Amir, Ted, and Paul ate in their
room while the rest of us went to the adjoining
restaurant.
	Ed and I went back to the room after dinner, joined
by the others. Ted came too, leaving Paul to stay with
Amir.
	"Ted outlined what they'd newly discovered from
Habash:
	"Once we got him drugged up he began to talk a lot.
His target was to be assigned to him by telephone
within a few days. He was to be part of a coordinated
strike in American cities across the country. That's
the way these terrorists like to operate- hit several
high profile targets at once.
	Harold then made his contribution:
	"Our people searched Habash's apartment. They did a
stealth search because we didn't know if anyone might
be watching it or even if he had a roommate. Once they
got in they found that Habash lives alone, or at least
there weren't two sets of clothing in there, and there
was only one bed. That means they didn't have to worry
too much about someone walking in on them. One
interesting thing they found was personal telephone
book, and one of the numbers corresponds to an address
here in Albuquerque. This might mean something, or it
might just be a relative or personal friend. We'll
check it out. The faxes of the transcript I gt aboard
the airplane didn't hold anything significant this
time."
	"Okay," Ed said. "It looks good so far. We'll follow
the same plan we did in San Diego. I'll bring
breakfast over to you at six sharp, long before we
expect anyone to phone Amir's room." He looked at Ted.
"You and Paul are the take-down team this time. I
guess you can ship the contact off for questioning any
time after that."
	"What about Amir?" Harold asked. "What happens to him
after the operation's over?" There was an awkward
pause.
	"Look guys," Ted answered. "I'm not going to bullshit
you.  Our standard procedure is to milk our suspects
and then get rid of them. I know you'd like an
exception made for Amir, and I'll admit he's helping
us a lot. However, the policy at the top is `the only
good terrorist is a dead terrorist' and I don't think
anything's going to change that. Don't let Amir know
this. If he starts thinking he's a walking dead man,
he'll stop cooperating."
	"This suck, it really sucks," Ed said.
	"Millions of lives are stake," I said. "We can't
worry too much about Amir at this stage."
	"Don't worry," Ed added. "I'll be sure not to let on
to him about this." I knew Ed was the thoroughgoing
professional. If we had to lie to Amir to ensure his
continued cooperation, he'd go along with it. So would
I. So would Harold.
	The others went back to their respective rooms and we
undressed for bed. There were two queen size beds in
the room. Harold and I took one and Ed the other. We
dropped off to sleep very quickly, and then the alarm
rang. It was five in the morning, and I ordered
breakfasts for six sent up on two trays. While waiting
I took a quick shower so as t be dressed when the food
arrived. The trays came at six, and after notifying
Ted by radio that I'd be coming, I went out into the
hall. I saw nobody about as I walked the short
distance to the next room.
	Back in our room I ate with the others, who then got
cleaned up and dressed. We waited for the day's events
to unroll.
	Lunchtime came and went. I ordered more room service
and this time sent Harold to deliver the tray next
door. The waiting got on our nerves. We would almost
have welcomed a shootout, punch-out, or a car chase to
break the tension.
	At almost 2 P.M. Ted contacted us on the radio to say
that Amir's contact had phoned from the lobby and
would be up forthwith. I cracked the door slightly to
watch the elevator. The elevator arrived and I saw
Amir's contact walking tensely down the hall towards
me. He stopped at Amir's door and knocked, adding a
few words in a language I knew was Arabic.
	The contact was a short and stocky man of about 25,
and clean-shaven. He disappeared into Amir's room, and
I opened our door wide and rushed to follow. When Ed,
Harold, and I surged into the room we found the
contact on the floor and Paul sticking the familiar
needle into his arm. Adams and Spicer were right
behind us.
	"We don't need cuffs, boys," Paul said triumphantly
as we watched the drug take the starch out of the
otherwise combative suspect.
	"We like to put them down as soon as possible," Ted
told us. "We don't know what they're carrying on them
or where. If they're walking bombs, we like to
incapacitate them. If they have a suicide pill sewn
into their collar, we don't want to give them a chance
to bite it. Anyway, the sooner they're disoriented the
easier they are to work on when we start pumping them
for information."
	Ted and Paul lifted the suspect and walked him out of
the room. The rest of us fanned out along the hallways
and down the stairs to the lobby to check on possible
surveillance. We found none. We went up to collect
Amir and then went down for an early dinner.
	Back in our room, Ed and I briefed the others,
including Ted and Paul, who had returned after
delivering the suspect to the airport.
	"Our next stop is Denver," I began. "I've been there
many times, and know how awful the traffic between
Colorado Springs and Denver is from about 4 o'clock
on. So let's get an early start tomorrow. Amir, can
you get on the road by five?" Amir nodded
affirmatively.
	"Okay, the rest of us will follow in a loose
formation. We'll stay well behind Amir except for when
one of us pulls closer to him to check for a tail.
Agreed?" All nodded, and we went to our respective
rooms to turn in. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day,
and we wanted to be well-rested.


Continued in Part 10