fingers up, down and across Joseph's chest and arms placing little kisses in their wake. “It is just that I am the first man lover you have ever had. You are really inexperienced and have not had the pleasure of loving or being loved by a man. Yussef, my love, do you realize that this is the first time that you did not leave our love making and run to the bathroom in order to throw-up.”

“Yes, I realized that.” He said as he again kissed the man beside him. “Perhaps it is because I have finally come to face who and what I am.”

“And what is that, Habibi?” Fazzi asked.

“A dirty young homosexual faggot, hopelessly in love with an older man!” he lied or thought he was lying.

“Is that so bad?”

“At this point I'm not sure if it is or not. I need time to get used to this. You must remember that I have been programmed to believe that what we just did is a mortal sin. One for which there is absolutely no forgiveness. In the life to come, I will burn in Hell. And this is to say nothing about what could happen, in this life, if the army was to find out. It will ruin any career I might have hoped to have there. However, this feels too good to be bad and at this point I really don't care. In spite of all that I have been brought up to believe from my childhood on, I still cannot stop myself from finding pleasure in the act or in you. This pleasure means more to me than the army, my country or my soul and all I can say is that I'm hopelessly in love with you.” Joseph smiled as he got out of the bed and went into the bathroom, leaving the door open, he removed the condom and washed himself off. He returned with a warm wet washcloth to clean Fazzi off. “See my stomach is fine, no heaving, in fact, to prove it, I think it would be a great idea if you were to call the cook and tell her to prepare a good meal for us…. I'm famished. During super we can plan our day tomorrow. I hope you do not have to go into work.”

“I can see that your whole attitude has changed and for the better. I know that this is just the beginning of a wonderful time for the both of us. A time of love and discovery, one perhaps filled with pitfalls, but one we will travel together.” Fazzi said, “As far as working tomorrow, no whatever work I may have, can be put off till Saturday when you will be gone. I will hate to see you leave, but I must have some time to devote to business. If you were to live here full time I would never get to work. It is good that, for now anyway, you have your career and I have mine. The only thing I have arranged is just a session with a tailor for the late morning tomorrow. Then we are free until that meeting with Worthington in the late afternoon. The rest of the time is ours to do with what we want.”

“And how do you suggest we spend that free time?” the soldier jested.

“I was thinking of asking that dancer, Dina, to come to the house for a private performance tomorrow evening, after