that for a very short time it was all about sex. I looked at you and saw a vision of Paradise. Your virgin, blond, handsome naked body, covered in different colored silky veils spread out before me. My fingers wanted to reach out and remove one veil at a time, revealing your body to me. That was all I wanted, just your body, nothing else. As Allah is my witness, I admit it. Then something changed. Without your doing anything, you made me want to expose my true self to you. It was weird and strange to me. I found myself forced to look upon you in a different way. I still wanted you! However, now I wanted your soul first and then your body. This kind of want was something new to me. I had always wanted the bodies of my lovers, never even thought of their wants, or their feelings. It was then that I decided that I had to have you and would do whatever I had to do to get you,” Fazzi said as the tears now streamed down his cheeks. “I just never dared to even dream you would want me, not me, with this old used up body of mine.”

Reaching into the glove compartment of the car, Joseph pulled out some tissues and wiped Fazzi’s tears away and said, “Here, dry your eyes, it would not look good if Worthington were to see you all red eyed. You and I have work to do tonight. We can talk about this later. Perhaps after the meeting if we have time. We can relax and let our feelings come out into the open. Dry your eyes now,” he said, kissing his eyes and lips, “and let’s get to that meeting. I’m getting hungry.”

Fazzi got himself together and shifted the car into drive and they continued on to the cafe. They arrived, parked, got out of the car and gave the keys to the parking valet. Standing there, Fazzi heard his cell phone ring. He answered and said into the phone, “Excellent timing, we have just arrived ourselves. We will be waiting outside.” Then he said to Joseph, “The car will be here in a minute or two. Please, you greet him and make the introductions. Do I look all right? I am so nervous.”

“You look wonderful, relax ‘habibi’. Richard is a regular guy, you will like him and I’m sure he will like you.” Joseph said, just as the limo pulled up to the curb. The driver got out and opened the door for Worthington.

Richard senior got out of the car and Joseph extended his hand to him and after exchanging greetings he introduced him to Fazzi. “I am pleased to meet you at last Mr. Muhammad, Yussef, as you call him has told me a lot of nice things about you.”

“He has always spoken most highly of you, too.” Fazzi said. “Please, call me Fazzi. When people call me ‘Mr.’ I think they are talking to my father. Was the ride comfortable?”

“Most comfortable and your driver was excellent,” Richard said, taking Fazzi’s extended hand and shaking it, “and please, call me Richard.”

With Fazzi leading the way, they passed a doorman dressed in flowing robes and a turban, who had opened an ornately decorated heavy door for them. As they passed by him he bowed and touched his fingers to his heart, lips and forehead and wished them ‘Marhaba, Mesaa El Kair’, Hello, Good evening