/>“I just don't know how we are going to top this.” Joseph sleepily said as Rich's cock slipped out of him leaving him empty.

“Neither do I, but we will sure have fun trying to find out.”

Bright and early Sunday morning Fazzi's front doorbell rang. Ringing the bell was an old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies. He appeared frail and bent over with a full snow-white beard. Coming from Yemen, not Syria, the Lebanon, Jordan, or Palestine, he was different from most Paterson Arabs. Like a lot of his people he was gifted in the design of jewelry and repair of watches. Every Paterson Arab knew him to be a fine craftsman and fair in his dealings with the community. Most of them called him “Jiddi” meaning my grandfather or as the Americans say Grandpa. They treated him with respect and love. What they didn't know about 'Grandpa' was that he and his family had left Yemen in the mid 1950s on operation 'magic carpet' and had been flown to Israel. They were settled in a small town in the Negev desert called Omer, where his father, his two mothers and his eleven brothers and sisters grew up and prospered. He had joined the army and fought in so many wars that he lost count. When he retired from the army he found himself at loose ends and was soon enlisted into 'Mossad' where he became one of their top 'Arab specialists'. Like most Yemenites he was a good craftsman and was sent to a school in Tel Aviv's diamond district. There he became a jeweler. Using it as a cover he was sent to America and was setup in Paterson, where after a long time he became a respected member of the Arab community. He now stood on Fazzi's front door step carrying a sample brief case and a clipboard. “I'm here to see Mr. Muhammad.” He said. “I believe he is expecting me.”

“Yes he is” said the butler/chauffeur. “He is in the library. Follow me.” The two of them went to the library and after knocking and receiving permission to enter the butler held open the door and let Jiddi in. Getting up from behind his desk and greeting the old man he offered him a seat.

“I see you have brought your samples with you, good. Let's see what you have.” The merchant opened his case and laid out about two-dozen watchbands on Fazzi's desk. He pointed out each watchband's strong points. Fazzi looked over the lot and picked out a good strong thick band. “This one looks strong enough to last, does it not, Jiddi?”

“Yes and the links are thick enough to solder a small chain on so that if it should become undone again, it will not fall off your wrist. However, unlike the others, it is very heavy. Are you sure you want that one?”

“Yes.” He said hefting the band in his hand. “I will feel secure and with the additional security chain, I will not have to worry about it falling off.”

“Effendi, as long as I have to replace the crystal might I suggest that you take this opportunity to have the watch cleaned and oiled. It is a fine instrument and we might avoid problems later if we do it now.”

“A good idea, yes do it.” Fazzi said. “Did you bring that catalog that I asked you to bring?”

“Yes, I have it