This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you that wrote and told me how much you like the story.

The Three Day Pass
Chapter 10

By JoyStick

"Damn it, Fazzi, you scared the shit out of me!"

Leaning against the wall and trying to regain his composure, Joseph gasped, "What the hell are you doing here hiding in the dark?"

"Waiting for you to come home," said Fazzi, as he reached for Joseph and kept him from slumping down. He put an arm around him, supported him and led him up the steps. Stopping at the door to the apartment, he asked Joseph, "I hope you are going to invite me in?"

"Hell it's your apartment. You're welcome to come in, but it is late and I have to get up early in order to get to class on time."

"I know, but I will not stay too long. I was anxious to find out how you liked the car and if you and Kassie had a good time tonight."

"The car is beautiful. Your daughter and I had a very nice time this evening and we hope to do it again and often," Joseph said, finally regaining his composure.

"Good I am happy to hear that," replied Fazzi. "Now that that is taken care of, there is that unfinished business we had to cut short in the garage this afternoon. We should really settle that." He smiled and ran his fingertips over the soldier's face caressing his chin and running his thumb over his lips. "Open the door, Yussef, invite me in and let us have a drink."

"Sure, you can come in, but I have nothing but a few cans of beer," Joseph said, fumbling with the key in the door lock.

"I had the maid put a bottle of cognac in your refrigerator. I would have preferred a bottle of fine French wine, but cognac was all I had on hand. A glass or two will help seal our 'arrangement', do you not think so?"

"I thought that Muslims did not drink the hard stuff."

"You have got to be kidding. You should know better than that. I have found that one of the benefits of being exposed to your Western culture has been learning about the 'Happy Hour'. A great number of us Arabs have developed a taste for the fermented grape, as well as many other types of forbidden fruit. Besides not all Muslims are religious," he continued with a crooked smile on his lips.
"Contrary to what most people think, there are some of us who do not subscribe to the concept of waiting to get into heaven before we sample the delights of this life. In that way we are just as normal as you Christians. So, here on earth, we have learned to enjoy life and the many perversions that it has to offer. Like