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The Three Day Pass
Chapter 28
By Joystick
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me at Joystick56@Hotmail.Com - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. I would like to thank all of you for the many letters you wrote (so far over 250) and for telling me how much you liked or hated the story so far. Keep the letters coming.
End of Chapter 27
"You, my love, are impossible, just impossible. I cannot satisfy you. I have turned you into a rampant sex fiend. What am I to do with you?"
"I just want to fuck you one more time, lov.... Just one more time..."
Chapter 28
Later that morning the doctor paid a house call and after an examination, he proclaimed Joseph fit to continue his normal activities. As soon as he left Fazzi said, "I did not need him to tell me that! I could have told him that. Now I want your to go into the city and have some fun. I was not joking last night when I told you about my meetings today. There is nothing for you to do here now. I will keep up with things from here and let you know if I hear anything from Allie. I'm sure it will be over soon."
Joseph reluctantly called Rich and arranged to meet him at the rehearsal theater. Rich, the producers and the director of his new play were holding auditions. With only a few more rolls to fill the play was set to go into formal rehearsals as soon as the entire cast was assembled. It was Rich's first staring roll and he wanted everything to be perfect. So Joseph joined him and sat in the theater listening to a bunch of "want-a-bees" reading the same lines over and over.
About dinnertime a tired and hungry Joseph leaned over to Rich and whispered, "If I have to hear those lines one more time, I'll scream. When are we getting out of here?"
Rich agreed and looking at his watch turned to the director and said, "It's getting late let's call it a day. We can continue on Monday."
"That's it for today people. It's getting late. Let's call it a day. Those we have not heard yet come back Monday 10 AM sharp. Thank you for coming." Called out the director to the accompaniment of moans and groans. "Sorry but even tyrannical dictators like me need food and rest."
After saying good night, Rich and Joseph went out to a nearby restaurant to eat. During supper Joseph's cell phone started to ring. Seeing that the call was from Fazzi, he apologized to Rich, "It's Fazzi. He might have news about Ibrahim, I better answer."
"Good evening Fazzi. Anything new?"
"So curt, so business like. Are the Worthington’s with you?" Fazzi asked.
"I'm just with Rich. It was a long hard day and we have not left for the Island yet. Is there any news?"
"Yes, I have great news. Allie arrived in Syria and was told that