The Three Day Pass · Part 4 (4/13)
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Joseph's bright blue eyes roved from the tips of her gold painted toes, slowly up her slim figure taking in what appeared to be a hint of two full breasts under the dark modest dress she was wearing, to the olive color of her face and skin, took her hand in his and said, "I would love for us to get to know each other better. You find favor before my eyes, my lamb. Would you care to explore the possibility of a union with me? Perhaps to 'Date' and see what happens? But I must tell you right out that I am not prepared to take on a wife at this time." She looked into his eyes and her answer became apparent as her face broke out into a big smile.
Joseph turned to the father and said, "Along with the 'Bride Price' of American citizenship I demand something from you… That this girl and I be allowed to get to know each other before the BOTH of us decide what we wish to do. In America both men and women make their own choices. I am honored that you want to give her to me, but we do not give or take human beings here. We make our own minds up. Sometimes we make the wrong decisions… but they are ours to make."
Ibrahim, who was nervously watching and listening to the conversation, smiled and tried to smooth out the feelings of the people involved. "Your honor, he really means no disrespect," he said to the father. "He is not a Muslim. He is an outsider and therefore does not know our customs, please do not be offended."
"We are most definitely not offended. This is America, and I guess, in time the old ways will perhaps change," The father stated with sadness in his voice and then smiled. "I am pleased that he would even consider my humble offer. He conducts himself well and I just wanted to show him that I consider him worthy to be my daughter's husband as well as a member of my family. It is good that he wants to see her more. For now I agree to their 'dating' each other, but under careful controls however. Perhaps he will even learn to accept the way of the prophet in time. His ability with our language is such that I think he must have been an Arab in a previous life.
Come let us eat and let the future take care of itself. Perhaps it is 'Qismet', perhaps not. Only the future knows and we are not privileged to know that until it becomes the past. As long as he honors our customs and doesn't abuse our hospitality he is welcome at my table and in my house. You as his friend will continue to instruct him in the proper ways."
Later when they were alone Ibrahim asked him if he knew what he had done. "Dick head! Didn't you realize that you were almost married there? Her father, as a religious leader could have just announced that you were man and wife. As it is, you are sort of engaged, I think. She is a beautiful girl and you could not have done better, but for Pete's sake, keep it in your pants, she is the daughter of an important community leader. What you do from now on is your business—I don't want to be involved in any way. I'm warning you…. behave yourself or some evening in a dark alley you could find your throat cut and your 'Privates' cut off and stuffed into your mouth."
"I guess I just got carried away, but she is beautiful and I want to see her again. Anyway like all of you said, I could do worse. I guess we are engaged to be engaged."
Back at base on Monday, Joseph was surprised to be called into the School Commander's office. He entered the office and saluted and said, "Private Benson reporting as ordered, sir." He noticed that there was a stranger in civilian clothes sitting across the desk from the C. O.
"At ease and have a seat, Private Benson, Let me introduce you to Mr. Smith, he works for C. I. D. and they would like to have a little talk with you."
Joseph shaking the man's hand asked, "What does the 'Criminal Investigation Department' want with me? As far as I know I have not done anything wrong."
Mr. Smith smiling returned the hand shake and joked, "Why is it every time I'm introduced to someone they think I'm here to arrest them? I guess it just goes with the job."
"Well if you are not here to arrest me, what can I do for you?" Joseph said warily.
"Would you like to take a ride with me for about an hour? I would like to talk to you and ask you some questions."
"Do I have a choice?"
"Yes you do have a choice. I'm not here on any criminal business. At this time I will not insist that you come with me, I think you just might be interested in what I have to say. However, if you don't want to accompany me, I will leave and you won't see me again. I just want to have a talk to you—- that's all."
"Well seeing as you asked so nicely and it appears you have my Commanding Officer's permission, I guess it should be O. K."
Mr. Smith got up, thanked the C. O. and said good-bye. Joseph stood, came to attention saluted his C. O. and asked for permission to be excused. He then followed 'Mr. Smith' outside.
A driver holding open the rear door of an army sedan met them outside. After they both got in the rear seat the driver got behind the wheel and quickly drove away leaving the school area behind. They drove to a secluded area of the base where the driver came to a stop and asked if this spot would do. 'Mr. Smith' nodded, and then opened the door got out of the car and told Joseph to follow him.
"Walk with me, Benson. I want to have a private conversation with you." He said. And the two of them strolled out of the drivers sight and hearing. "We are hearing some wonderful things about you, Joseph, may I call you that."
"That's my name."
Smiling he continued, "You seem to be doing very well in and out of school. I am informed that you are one of a rare breed that has the knack of picking up not only the vocabulary but you are able to string together words and thoughts almost like a native. Also, so I am told, you have that ability to blend into the culture. Someone even remarked that you were like that fellow, the one they called Laurence of Arabia. From what I hear you were even offered the daughter of a important Arab community leader."
"Ibrahim, I'll strangle him." Joseph said. "He had no right to tell anyone about that."
"Ibrahim?" Who is that?"
"My learning partner."
"No! It was not from him. We had an informer who was in the room while the father and you were bartering for his daughter." The C. I. D. man said. "In fact, even though this informer has a wife, he had been looking forward to the time when the father would "sell" her to him as his second wife. I understand that they sometimes do this when the girl is older and a better match cannot be made. Rather barbaric isn't it?"
"Perhaps so, by western standards, but from what I can see… the women tend to go along with the system. Well I'm sorry to upset you and your informer's plans. I only said that I would like to date her. And for now that's all I intend to do!"
He said in a low voice, "Look I'll be truthful (or at least as much as I can be), as you might have guessed my name is not Smith. It's William Barns, Agent William Barns. I am not C. I. D.; I am FBI Homeland Security Division. Today all the agencies including the C. I. A. are working together or we should be. Look, here are my papers, if you want you can call the FBI office, they will confirm everything I say. Just tell them Agent Barnes told you to call. Or you can visit the FBI office in town and inquire in person if you want."
"I will do that, but just what is it you want me to do?"
"Well for starters we want you to become real close with the father and date the girl. Really romance her. We want the father to feel completely at ease with you. Become part of the family. But first and foremost we want a reliable agent in that community. We want to know what they are doing, what they are saying and what they are thinking. Who they are giving funds to and just about everything else you can tell us about them. If you have to marry the girl to get this information, Do it!"
"I couldn't do that." He said "I don't want a wife at this time. And then there is one other problem that I don't think you know about. I don't know if your 'friend' reported it to you or not, but, I think the father has his eyes on me for another reason. The old fart has roving hands and if I had not stopped him when I did… he would have been into my pants before I even got a chance to bed his daughter."
"As far as wedding the girl there is no need to worry about that, if need be, we could arrange a 'marriage'. Just think, you can screw the girl and serve your country at the same time and get an expense account to boot." He jested. "Just like James Bond '007'. Only difference is — you will have a license to screw, instead of a license to kill. As far as the father's perverted advances to you go…. nothing was reported to us. Now that's what I had in mind by your being able to get information to us. To our "friend" that sort of thing might have been all within the culture and not worth reporting. It is very, very interesting… If push came to shove… Err…do you think you could handle it?"
"He is a very powerful man, but I think I could 'handle' him. I don't think I will have to 'bed' the both of them. But you never can tell and the girl is a beauty," Joseph could not help pass up the opportunity to make a joke, "And it just might be worth letting the S. O. B. enjoy a feel now and then, if that's what it takes to get into her pants."
"Be serious! We know it's asking a lot and we have no right to even suggest, much less order you to engage in that sort of thing. It could even be dangerous, however, I think if you take proper care and precautions –you can handle the old pervert. Will you at least consider taking on the project? We will clear everything with your commanding officer. If you want we could even have you moved out of the school and transferred to us. We could get you a car and special quarters off base to live in if you think it would help."
"Man you must really want this to go down. What happens if I decide not to play this game?"
"Again no threats," he smiled. "But we must have our 'man on the inside' and he must be there soon. That could either be you or the contact that I told you about before. For our part, we would rather that man be an American, and not one of them. To that length we will be willing to accommodate you as much as we can. However, if you say no – we will insist that you never see or contact her again and that you stay away from that community. We do not want to be forced to have you transferred so that our informer, who is an old lecherous son of a bitch, can make his move. Look at it this way—If you are in, then you can not only screw the girl to your hearts content, but you can protect her from being hurt too much."
"Well, I will think about it. It does sound very tempting. When do I have to let you know if I want to do it?"
"Let's see, today is Monday and you will need time to check me out… Let's say by Wednesday!"…
…continues in "The Three Day Pass (ch.8)" – click here to continue…
Part 13
by send an email to "JoyStick56 |AT| hotmail.com" (change |AT| to @ to write to me) "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 l
