the fact that those producers want to get in on the action as a reason. In fact, I can also use the excuse that I came to give him a report on Richard's willingness for a club party. Yes I think that will do it. Of course, I could also tell him that I was hungry for his body and wanted to get in some sex. However, I think he will buy the other reasons more easily. Look Bill I have to go now, Rich is expecting me and I'm staying at his place tonight. I'll call you tomorrow, if I can.”

“Okay, bye now.”

He opened the door to Rich's apartment and went in. Rich was waiting for him, posing nude on the open sofa bed. “Shit that's one hell of a picture to see when I come home. It reminds me of Julia Roberts waiting for Richard Gere to come home from the office in 'Pretty Woman' her feet up on a desk clothed only a men's tie”

“Oh is there some other way you would like to be greeted?”

“Any other time, hell no, but I just got off the phone with Barns nd I have some disappointing news to tell you. He says that Fazzi is meeting with some important Syrians tomorrow and I have to find out what they are up to. I'm afraid that I'll be leaving after I take you to the theater tomorrow night. Is that okay with you?”

“Okay? No it's not okay, but you can go, you have my permission.” Rich said disappointed. “It's not that bad, just the matter of a few hours. Let's make the most of the time we have left. Let's not waist the amount of preparation I just did.”
And so they did! That night and most of the next day they spent the time making love and when not doing bed maneuvers they walked around the village holding hands and acting like the rest of the Village people. Sitting on the green grass in one of the parks, eating some “Red Hots” for lunch and then eating dinner out in a little Italian Cafe. When it came time to say good-bye, Joseph drove Rich to the theater and dropped him off and then drove out to Paterson. As he drove onto the estate he saw a strange car in the driveway. Noticing that the plates had Diplomatic Plates he proceeded to the door and rang the bell. After a short while the door opened and a startled Fazzi stood there.

“Yussef! What are you doing here? I thought you were going to be away the entire weekend. Why didn't you use your own key? Come in I'm so happy to see you.” he said as he grabbed him around and hugged and kissed him.

“What key you never gave me a key? What are you talking about?”

“Your key, the one to your apartment over the garage; the locks are the same. I'm sorry I thought I had told you that.” Then whispering into his ear he said. “You did not think that I would let you live here without at least providing you with a key. I want you to feel like this is our home-not just mine. You are free to come and go, as you like. As a matter of fact I have been entertaining some guests that I am sure would like you to meet.”

Putting his arm around Joseph's shoulder