be time for a few drinks and lots of ‘moon bathing.’”

“Great, but the food and drinks are on me. This whole thing must be coasting you a fortune,” he said, and then added, “besides, while I can’t match your family’s resources I would still like to contribute something.”

“That’s sweet! I do appreciate the offer and I will be more sensitive to your feelings in the future; however, this weekend is on my family. Daddy wouldn’t have it any other way, and for now he and mom want it that way.”

“Okay, but at least let me pay for the wine.”

“Well—okay—but let’s get going or we’ll miss the chance to make love as the sun goes down,” Richard said as he kissed Joseph, reached into his boxers, and pulled out his cock. He used it as a handle and piloted him into the bathroom. “Clean up time!”

They got washed and dressed and drove to the Cafe. The room clerk had been right. The place was nice, clean, and normally would have been crowded. But because it was neither lunchtime nor supper hour, and they were able to get a booth in a secluded part of the dining room. They ordered food and Joseph asked Richard about his family, as well as how things were going at work.

“Funny you should ask about work. You remember the owner, Reinzi, don’t you? He keeps asking about you and said to tell you there was a job waiting on tables anytime you wanted it. Also there was a rather distinguish gent that has been in about 3 times this week asking for you. He wouldn’t leave his name though; do you know who it could be?” Richard asked.

“Bet that’s Frank—Frank Gordon. You remember that nice old gentleman, the one that gave me his business card along with the hundred-dollar tip? I think I even still have the card somewhere in my wallet,” Joseph laughed, then pulled the business card out his wallet, showing it to Richard starting to rip it up.

Richard stopped him and said, “He just said he wanted to apologize for acting like jerk. He said it must have been the drinks. He wants to make it up to the two of us. Keep the card; just don’t use it without me being there. Now, what’s been going on here with you? Tell me everything!”

Joseph placed the business card back in his wallet and started to tell him how hard school was, but also how much he really loved it and how after only a week he had learned to string a few words together and form simple thoughts. He had even begun to start thinking in Arabic. He also told him that what made it really interesting was not only learning the language, but also getting to learn about the people. Their meal came and, between bites of food, Joseph told him about the fascinating history, some of the customs of the Arab people, and Muslims in general.

“Is it true that they still have slaves and that they think nothing of having sex with men, women and little children?” Richard asked.

“Yes, that is unfortunately true. But hopefully, though I doubt it, all that is on the decline. To this day there is still a thriving slave trade, even in the most modern Muslim countries,” Joseph said. “Most Muslims will deny it, but it still exists and may be growing even