the street locations and some handwritten notes in Arabic. The next thing you know we have a terrorist plot to blow up the bridge as well as certain areas of lower Manhattan. After they questioned the driver and found out whom he was working for, the locals radioed us for permission to raid Fazzi’s place. Knowing you must be there; I had to stall them at least until I could get your ass out of there. I have no idea how this is going to ‘go down’ but the one thing I knew is that I did not want you caught in any possible raid. They have just been issued a warrant and they should be there any minute now.”

“Holy shit, what do we do now?”

“As they say in football, ‘Fall back and punt’!” Barns joked. “I’m going in with them and will try to diminish the damage as much as I can. I’ll try to make Fazzi think that the army has been called out on alert. That should take care of your ass. One thing though, how come Fazzi answered your phone?”

“Bill—you don’t really want to know that, do you? I was gathering information. One thing is for sure, I don’t think I would have liked you and the police to have pounded down the door on us.”

“Oh a new method of interrogation, I see,” he said. “Man you are good. I want a full report on what you might have learned. For now, you get your ass back to base and I’ll try to fix things up, one way or the other. I’ll call you and let you know what happened. I just hope there are no other weapons or explosives on the estate. That is all we need to find there!”

On the drive back to base the soldier thought about how things were turning out. Joseph hoped that they would not find anything incriminating at the estate. He was beginning to believe and hope that the Muhammad family was really just a family of immigrants trying to grab the American Dream and make it their own. Perhaps it was because he wanted to believe that no man was capable of being the type of beast both Barns and Kassie painted him as being. Was he beginning to fall for the man? Who knew? He could hear Barns telling him over and over, be careful, Joseph, remember he was a Syrian intelligence officer and for all we know he might still be one. Damn, he was getting too emotionally involved. This was the second time that he had been forced to go home with blue balls. Poor Rich was going to get his ass raped this weekend, for sure! I better call and warn him. No, I think maybe I’ll just pop in and crawl into his bed while he is asleep. Oh! Damn it, his body yearned to be spooned with Rich’s.

As he thought about this prospect his cock began to harden again. For now, he forced his mind to abandon these thoughts and concentrate on all the studying he had to do the rest of this week. He had tests all next week, but by next Friday he should know if he had passed his exams and if he was going to graduate. He was sure he would graduate. The only question would be his standing in the class. Right now, what he needed was a good nights sleep and after parking in the school parking lot