“Be careful we would not want to cause an eruption just yet. Is your place far from here? I have my car we can drive or is it within walking distance?”

“It is uptown and you can drive. This time of day parking is not so difficult to find.”

Joseph paid the bill and led the way to his car.

“A BMW! Now I'm convinced that there is something you are keeping secret from me.” She smiled as Joseph held the door for her and she slid into the car.

“The car was a combination engagement and graduation gift from Fazzi. He said he could not allow his daughter to be seen driving around in a cheep broken down American car. I have lots of little secrets; the car is not one of them…. The rest of them you will soon see for yourself.” He said as he slid into the driver’s seat beside her.

“Ohhhh” she said leaning into him and placing her hand again on his crotch as she kissed his lips. “I can hardly wait to uncover them one by one. Perhaps I will be able to make you soon forget about the daughter.”

“If anyone could-it would be you.” The soldier said pulling her to himself and kissing her deeply. Her lips parted as his tongue entered her mouth and she sucked on it. His fingers encasing one of her cloth covered breasts, while her fingers deftly and sexually lowered his fly zipper as she reached in, searched for, found and extracted his naked cock holding it in the palm of her hand. Gently closing her fingers around his shaft she moaned and said, “Your 'ZIP' is hot, I love hot 'Zip” for dessert. Let's get going or I'll start right here.” She cooed. “Just head up town to East 88th street and Third Avenue. I have a brownstone there.”

Joseph tried to place his cock back into his pants, but she placed her black shawl over his lap and said. “No, you just drive the car-I'll hold your joystick and keep it warm, primed and ready.”

“For the life of me, I'm forgetting that name… What the hell is Fazzi's daughter's name again?” Joseph said as he drove the car away from the curb. “Be careful Dina I would not like to get your shawl all messed up to say nothing about the car seat.”

The drive uptown was agonizingly slow. As they proceeded along their way truck drivers would glance over at them and seeing what was going on they would give Joseph the 'thumbs up' sign. Joseph smiled back with a look on his face that said something like 'what can I tell you?' And the truck drivers smiled honked their horns in a salute…

“See, over there, that's my place. You can park anywhere this time of day.”

“Ok, but get your fingers off my penis and let me park.” He gasped.
He found a place to park and then zipped up his fly, and they got out of the car (he wondered if the Arabic word for Penis 'Zip' had anything to do with the word zipper, the crazy things that can go through the mind at a time like this). The two of them made their way into the brownstone.

“Wow! Do you own this place?”

“Yes there are three apartments I rent out the basement and first floor apartments. The second and