First I would like to apologize for any grammatical or spelling mistakesas, English is not my first language. For the past three years I have been reading the Nifty Archives, enjoying the stories published, appreciating the efforts and mental strain to get each one of them written. The majority are excellent but Unfortunately some of these excellent stories abruptly stopped and left us readers on a Cliffhanger. I have come across a few that left me uneasy, while fully respecting ones own personal point of view, we have to be careful avoid giving or inducing wrong conceptions and ideas about people, cultures and believes especially in places where we never have been too or just information baesed on unconfirmed sources.
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This is my first attempt at writing. It's a story about love and understanding, about wide possibilities of coming together or ripped apart by political, social and cultural differences. Names and locations had to be changed for obvious reasons. The story is narrated mainly by all characters and traveling between the present and the past, hense the title NOW and THEN
My name is Ahmed; I live in the United Arab Emirates, Dubai. A wonderful city. A robust city that today is the best example of how the desert and the 21st century can blend and form a prosperous and ethnically tolerant mixed city. You might not agree but this is how I see it... so don't shoot me for saying so.. I am 46 years old Iraqi, 5.8, hazel eyes, brown greying hair and salt and pepper moustache and gay.
I stood enjoying the view from my living room window, waves crashing on the beach. You only need to cross the Kornish Street and you will be on the white sands. I live in a new residential area that is growing with each passing day. I had slightly lowered the height of the fence to have a better view of the sea from my living room. The fences here are high and they tend to block the view. Due to cultural habits,it is not possible to have low fences like the ones you can see in Europe or the states.
I couldn't stay still, impatiently waiting for my guests to arrive. My guest of honor was Ali, a fine man, today he is somewhere around 44 years . I haven't seen him for three years. Recently we have kept in touch through e-mails and occasional phone calls. We were very close in earlier years but grew apart during the last ten years perusing our own careers and goals after being discharged from the army in which we were doing our compulsory military service and then reserve service in both Gulf wars. We used to meet occasionally whenever possible until 1996. It is the first time we meet in seven years.
I kept on looking at my watch. He said that he will be coming around seven and could he bring someone him that he wanted me to meet. His voice showed traces of both eagerness and anxiety. It is twenty past seven. Ali is a very meticulous person and always on time. He is the type of person that would only wait for fifteen minutes and if you are late then hard luck you will not find him. He always shows up on time, never leaves you waiting. This was not him.
A taxi drew up and stopped at the gate. Two figures emerged. As the taxi pulled away the two figures came forward. The first I would recognize and point out in the middle of a crowded Mall, only today his dark hair is traced with grey at the temples, slim and short compared to his companion. The other in total contrast to the first in physical presence, tall, very tall maybe 190?, bald top and slightly over weight, I would place him arounf 54 years old. I hastily went to the control and pressed the button to open the gate and proceeded to meet them.
I could not hide the happiness I felt at seeing Ali after all these years, I just simply took him in my arms and squeezed the life out of him. I planted a kiss on both cheeks as we in the Middle East greet our loved ones and hugged him again. I looked right into his hazel eyes. I just stared and stared. Ali then did something that would be last thing I would ever imagine him doing. He simply cupped my face in both hands and pulled my face to plant a kiss right on my lips? Wow that was a shocking thing. It left me unbelieving open eyed. I guess that the look on my face was so comic that both Ali and his friend burst out laughing. Then Ali took hold of my hand and pulled me forward to meet his friend. He introduced him as Terry and the next words as if the kiss was not enough nearly gave me a stroke. "Ahmed, this is Terry and he is my Lover and partner". Dumb struck and speechless with a stupid expression on my face. I put out my hand I guess in slow motion but instead of a handshake, not knowing how to react from shock, I was pulled right into that bulk and given what you may call a bear hug. A bear, injustice give me a break a giant hug more appropriate.
Still shaking from the experience and unable to utter a word, I pointed to the direction of the house, indicating to them to enter... shit, this is going to turn out into one hell of an evening. Ali pulled Terry and proceeded ahead to enter with me following shaking my head unbelieving. Excuse me guys it is not an every day occurrence that someone in an Arab country comes to you and plants a kiss on your lips and introduces you so openly to his lover, now do you? I guess those of you whom have lived/living there would agree with me, or have I been missing something guys???? I followed trying to control myself and prevent myself from bursting out laughing and shouting; holy shit...
In the cool of the living room, I faced my guests. "Well, welcome guys, please feel at home" the last I need not have said as Ali had already seated himself on the sofa and was pulling Terry down with him. Poor Terry, he had that apologetic look on his face. Cute.
The image displayed in front of me was something. Here was one guy sitting there looking so small and fragile yet radiating total self confidence and ready to tackle the world, with eyes shinning with love. The other is bulky, round face slight double chin, a little over weight, maybe 7 foot tall and hesitant. Wouldn't blame him, I guess I would feel the same in similar circumstances.
Ali noticed me looking and said, do not worry Ahmed, he promised to shed some of the extra baggage he is carrying. Not all mind you, I wouldn't want him to be as skinny as I am. I want to feel some meat and flesh when I hold him. Terry's face went crimson red. I liked him, he seemed so simple and uncomplicated guy, no appearances.
"Well guys, welcome to my domain. First, what will you have, you must be thirsty from the heat outside" We all settled with cold beers that I had a friend purchase for me (these are bought under the counter). In Iraq it was a different story. There anyone can buy alcohol, but drinking in public was not allowed, perhaps now it will change after the ousting of that asshole Saddam.
I pointed out to Terry not to feel uncomfortable with any actions he may witness as we both go along way back. He confirmed that he already knew that and knew that I was gay too. Another surprise, shit, can't Ali keep his mouth shut. After we settled with our drinks, I looked at Ali and told him "shoot and tell me about it all. I am dying to hear how you two got together".
'Well, first Ahmed let me tell you that Terry is American and he is a retired Communications Consultant. So we are both in the same field. We have been lovers for the past two years, what is called Cyber lovers, We only met in person three months ago. You know how it is also We could not meet until we were both free to do so. We met in Amman and spent a week there together. Once we realized that our love for each other was for real and not just a cyber thing or based on fascination and both want to be together we had to put our previous lives into a certain order and perspective. When the time came we were ready to meet again and take it up from there. It hasn't been easy on both of us .. " and looked at Terry, eyes communicating so much love that made me feel a pang in my heart.
Silence prevailed but not an uneasy one, but filled with love. I coughed to get the attention of both lovebirds. Damn, they just zoned out of this world. It seemed both had drowned in each others eyes. Is it possible that such love still exists? I only heard of in fairy tales or in the Nifty stories, could this be one. Both looked at me, startled, emerging from a reverie and realized they were not alone.'welocme to the real world guys" I said with a smile. OK guys lets replenish our drinks and go out to the terrace. I already had arranged that we would sit outside and enjoy the setting sun and the cool breeze from the gulf. I had prepared the barbeque and steaks as requested by Ali.
"Ali" I said "get your ass around and start the preparations while I get the steaks from the kitchen". Terry offered to help but I refused and told him not tonight, maybe some other time but for tonight he was my guest of honor. Ali protested but I just pointed my finger to the barbeque.
I already had the steaks properly marinated, hoping that Terry wouldn't mind the spices, Ali always liked them real spiced up. One would think that he was from the far east, I used to joke with him and tell him that one day his ass will catch fire and his entrails would melt. It didn't take long and in ten minutes we were all settled around the table and enjoying the steaks and the wine was living to the occasion. We shared small light talk, I wanted to hear both their versions of the story but left it to later. For the moment, it was to enjoy the food and company. I saw Ali fidgeting in his place knowing he was only waiting for an excuse to start spilling the beans. Terry also noticed this as he gave me a discreet wink and light nod in the Ali's direction. So his torment continued as small talk went on about Dubai and the weather.
After removing the plates to the Kitchen, Ali insisted on doing the washing leaving me and Terry alone on the terrace. We stretched there on the deck chairs watching the moon, a mild breeze was coming in from the gulf still traced with heat but very bearable and relaxing. Terry turned around and I could see that finally he was feeling at ease, I guess the good food and wine contributed to that.
"you know, Ahmed" Terry said "Ali spoke loads about you, actually he never mentioned anyone but you. At times I just felt jealous and always wondered if he wasn't practically in love with you" I detected some hesitation and edginess in his tone. I smiled at him and placed my hand on top of his. . "Terry, don't worry and relax. Ali was never to me more than a brother and the same applies to him, I assure you there is no need to have your doubts or feel jealous.. OK" I felt him take a deep breath and sighs.
"Look Terry, I have never seen Ali so happy and I will do my best to have him continue doing so. This also goes for you, I saw how you looked at him back there and I know that you love him. I hope that one day I find my significant other and have him look at me the way you did there, but let me tell you one thing from the start, no one hurts my brother and gets away with it" I said the last words with a slight stress. I did not mean to show any hostility but I wanted Terry to know two things, first there was nothing between me and Ali and second I will not allow him to get hurt if I can help it. "Don't get worked up the same applies to you, I will do all I can tp protectr you too and not have you get hurt. I like you and I hope we would be good friends and as close as brothers could be and if there is anything that you might need my help with, even with Ali I will be there for you too as much as I will be for him, I hope this works out between you two. I have never seen Ali so happy ".
Terry just looked, I guess he did not expect this to come from me just a few hours after we had met, but damn, the man needed to be assured and to put his ghosts at rest. His only worry is how they will pursue their love and life together. They are both in a totally alien world even though Ali is an Arab still he is Iraqi and UAE is a different story let alone Dubai,. I leaned forward in my chair and pulled him to me in hug.
Ali returned with a pot of coffee "What the hell is going on? I leave you a few minutes and find you in the arms of someone else" Ali said jokingly. He settled himself next to Terry. I took my first sip and told both " Ok gentlemen, would you like to put me out of my misery and tell me all about it and stop fidgeting on your asses?" they both burst out laughing and started to talk at the same time. "Stop, stop, one at a time please. I want to hear both versions" I said.
"Ok, you go first.. Knowing you will not accept it in any other way!! and I will fill in whenever you give me the chance" Terry said with a smile.
"Well, you can fill me anytime you like. You love doing that as much as I do like filling you up ..." Ali retorted.
"I didn't mean that you ass"
"Look who's talking, Love your Ass" with that he planted a kiss on Terry's cheek.
"Hooo..hooo you two, stop this, both can go and do each other but not until you fill me up ..shit .." we all burst out laughting .. Damn, these two know how to get to you, I thought.
"Well, where am I to start from; OK, you know that I have always been gy, right, big deal. After we were discharged from the army back in June 1991 I joined a trading company that dealt with computers and Communication Equipment. They were representatives of a famous international communication giant, one thing led to another and I was sent for a couple of training courses and by 1995 I had become a partner and heading the Technical section, The company was doing very well, but as we grew, more pressure was placed on us to have other partners join us, you know who, We all were non political and with no alliance to Saddam's regime at least that's how it seemed. One day I received a call to go and look into one of the government offices, they were facing some technical problems with equipment they had purchased from us two years ago. I went thinking this could be a break-through and that maybe we could land up with a maintenance contract after the warranty period which was ending in a two months time. I solved the problem and the Director praised our efforts and the way the company's reputation was growing. He invited me to his office for a cup of tea. I went along with him thinking it would be good PR for the company. How wrong was I?
"After settling in a chair opposite his desk and sipping tea answering question about the company's capabilities. The Director moved from behind his desk and came over, I thought the meeting was over, but as I started to get up he pushed me back, not so gently. He brought his face close to mine, I was actually breathing his breath. He told me that he had a proposal for me to take back to my partners".
"Tell your partners that their thriving business can go further ahead and reach higher levels if they do as they are told" I went white, I already was holding my breath, the bastard had bad breath. He told me that there is someone who will contact us in a few days time and that we are to take him in as a partner with 50% of the company shares. If we do not agree we can kiss our contracts and company goodbye. I knew from his tone that he meant business and having the background on him, I knew he was very well connected. Whoever was going to be the partner will only be the screen for either one of the president' sons or in-laws or even aids, that's the way it is in Iraq no one becomes sucessful,rich and famous without their permission.
After that he put his hand out as if to shake mine and pulled me from the chair, directing me to the door. I do not know how I got out of there; my mind was already on overdrive. I went back to the company and told both Salim and Mohammed my partners. Salim was a bastard of guy, he would not hesitate to fuck his mother if there was any profit to make from it, so he readily agreed. For some reason, I had a feeling that he had something to do with that proposal, just a gut feeling. As for Mohammed, well, he was Kurdish and no need to say what his reaction would be. He flatly refused to comply. A strong argument broke and Mohammed threatened to leave the company refusing to let the thungs in. I couldn't say anything at the time, being a junior partner. I had no financial contribution but for my technical knowledge as for the other two, the finances were theirs. The argument went on and on and finally, late in the evening, we all went back home to think about it and meet the next day.
I arrived the next day and found only Salim there. I asked him where is Mohammed. He told me that he did not know, most probably on his way. We waited for a few hours, during that time I called his home but no answer. Very surprising, even though he was a bachelor still there always was someone during the day to take care of his house. Not on that day. No one answered the phone. We waited until late in the evening, still no sign of Mohammed. By seven in the evening, Salim called me to his office informed me that Mohammed had called him and that he had decided to leave the company. It was left to us to decide. I knew something was very wrong, I asked him where is he now, surely it can't be that simple. Salim said he was on his way to Erbil in the Kurdish zone of Iraq. I shrugged and told him that as long as he was the partner with the biggest share then it was for him to decide on the issue. I did not go into details of shares. Salim smiled and said he knew that I will see things this way.. It was the last time I saw Mohammed.
A year before that I decided to comply to my families pressure and agree to get married. It wasn't only that but the need to have a kid of my own, you know how much I love kids and also one day I dfeel sick real bad flue and stayed in bed, one night I it was so bad that I could barely open my eyes and needed someone to help me, couldn't find any and just crawled to bathroom and got sick and stayed there on the floor for hours. That made me realize that I did not want to die alone with no one by myside so I got married.
I went back home and told my wife all that had happened,she doid not comment but tod me to go to bed and rest. we had been married for only four months and already she was 6 weeks pregnant. I couldn't sleep that night, kept on tossing and turnning with sleep evading me. In the morning I still had not decided. I enjoyed working there but I knew that with Mohammed gone it would never be the same again and you know how I hated the regime too but what was I supposed to do? As we were having breakfast my wife looked at me and said why don't you agree and see how things go, she was sure that the company will even be more prosperous and become multi millionaires in no time. I was stunned. How can she say so when she knew how I felt about them, after all they killed my father? The next thing they will ask is to sharing our wives, I have heard stories about that. Their wild parties!! From that day I knew that life with her will be imposible, the greedy bitch, I wished that she would miscarriage.. Dreadful wish but you can understand how I felt then.
I went back to tell Salim that I am leaving too.When I entered his office I found him with someone that I had seen several times on TV with Saddam, shit, Salim introduced him as Karim our new partner. He was a tall thin man with dark complication, piercing black eyes, straight teeth and the usual mustache. The look he gave me froze my blood. He offered to shake my hand, I just stood there unable to move then Salim laughed and nudged me. I came to my senses and said welcome extending my hand. The hand I touched was as cold as ice. He smiled a faint smile and said am I not welcome?. I immediately answered no, but just surprised not expecting him to join us.
He laughed out loud and slapped me on my back. Salim then said" I told you didn't I? Ali is a sensible guy and would not object" I knew then beyond any doubt that Mohammed did not just leave the company but has disappeared with no hope of returning. The two of them had everything to do with it. I also knew that if I refused I will meet the same fate like him....
I stopped Ali there and proposed another drink, I wanted to be alone for a few minutes without drawing their attention, what Ali had recited about Mohammed brought back memories that I have been trying to forget. I left them there on the terrace to get us a round of beer and regain my composure. Terry, followed me and asked me if all was well, i said sure but wasn't. He looked at me and shrugged but not before he squeezed my shoulder. I went back with the cold beer and we all had a few sips. I asked Ali to continue ...
He took a deep breath, a slight hestiation and then he took Terry's hand and held it, I knew that something very disturbing was about to be revealed. I braced myself.
'After that meeting I tried to keep a low profile and act as normal as possible, I excused myself claiming there was something urgent to attend to. Salim commented that nothing interests me but my communication toys. About mid day Salim came to my office and I knew that Karim had left. He sat and said that Karim now has 50% of the company and leave both us with only the remaining half. As he was the financer it was decided between them that Salim gets 35% and I get the remaining 15%. The bastards even split our shares, I agreed without comment. But what about Mohammed's share, he said that he had already split that between him and Karim. I told hiom fine but deep inside I had already decided to leave the company but not in the way Mohammed did, I wanted to leave in one piece.
A week passed and during that period I stayed at home after work. I knew I was watched so I kept low profile. The next week I went to Mohammed's house and saw that the lights were on. I rang the bell and a short stout guy came to the gate. He was dressed in traditional Kurdish cloths. A head dress, wide trousers and a shirt with matching wide waist band I asked about Mohammed. His eyes watered and informed that Mohammed had died in a car crash on the highway a few kilometers from Baghdad. I felt the earth beneath me move. I felt faint. Without a word, I turned around and drove back home. All my doubts were confirmed. My wife told me that I looked very pale and tiered and suggested that we go on holiday. Maybe to Jordan, she said that we can afford that especially with our new partnership. With that comment I lost all the control I had and slapped her hard and left her lying on the couch with her mouth wide open and eyes looking at me with disbelieve. It was something I never dreamed I would do, my father told me always to treat women in gentlemanly manner and never raise your hand.
The next day I was in my office when Karim entered unannounced, locking the door and turning to look at me with blazing eyes. He strode to the desk and caught me from my necktie, pulling me from my chair 'Listen you little shit, next time you try to contact any of your dead partners, you just have to tell me and you can join them and your father too and keep each other company,understood? Did you think that I do not know that you hate us and that you do not want us with you, sorry, you will have to live with that if you want your child to be born and see his father".
I was frozen and couldn't move, I was shivering all over. Now don't think of me as a coward but I knew what those people are capable off. He released me and I dropped down into my chair. He kept on looking at me not saying a word. A faint mischievous smile forming on his lips. He sat on the edge of my desk and leaned closer. I saw his hand move towards me and felt his fingers on my cheek tracing a line down my lips. Suddenly he leaned in and his mouth was on mine, kissing me hard and with his fingers pressed my jaw so hard that I gasseped with pain. My mouth opened and his tongue snaked in. Out of reflex I bit his tongue. This infuriated him so much that he pulled me from the chair and threw me on the floor.
He pinned my arms with his knees, the pain was so execurating that I thought they had snapped. Just as fast as he threw me on the floor he started to unbuckled his belt and I thought that he was going to strangler me with it, but what came next was worse than that, he opened his fly and got his cock out. It was huge and fully erect, I guess he got off on humiliating people. His fingers pried my mouth open and he shoved his cock in my mouth, "If you try anything funny I will kill you, understand you little cunt! Now suck my cock." I was totally frozen and a mixture of fright and humiliation was ripping me apart. Tears started to flow, I had no control, he smiled and said " OK, then I will fuck your mouth" with that he started to shove and pull his cock in my mouth and in a short while he came in my mouth, before he was finished he pulled out and the rest of his come was splattered all over my face. I gagged and coughed. I wished that I was dead. Then he cleaned himself with my jacket. He stood up and said from now on you do as I tell you, understand" ... and he left me there on the floor drowned in his cum and the feeling totally degraded.
With that Ali started to cry, he covered his face in his hands and sobs raked his body, Terry whispered in a choked voice "You never told me of this" he was plae and tears were streaming dowm his cheeks. He jumped from his chair and took him in his arms, rocking him and whispering soothing words, I got up from where I was sitting my eyes were also filled with tears and feeling as if my life was crushed out from me. I went over and held both in my arms... God how had he kept all this and never shared it with anyone. How can anyone do this to such a harmless kind man.
I looked at Terry and saw the same look of wonderment on his face. Terry then kissed Ali fully on his mouth and Ali just melted in his arms like a child, sobs subsiding and finding comfort in the arms of his lover. I stood up and left them alone for a while wondering how come a simple question of how did they meet brought all this out, I guess somehow Ali wanted us to know and this was his chance.
I went inside and got us a pitcher of cold water with ice, Ali would defiantly need it. I went over to him and offered him a glass. He looked at me with his puffed hazel eyes that reflected pain and love at the same time. I tried to smile but only managed a weak one. Ali finished his glass and then put his arms around my shoulder and hugged me close to him whispering " I love you my brother and wanted you to know. I hope that you both not feel less of me" I held him close and Terry put his hand on my shoulder and I knew that after tonight nothing will come between us, I hoped it will be the four of us in the near future.
He wiped eyes and blew his nose, then surprised us all by smiling and saying now Ahmed do you want to know how I met Terry. I was stunned. How can he smile but then this is the Ali I have always known. I said no let it rest until another time, he said that as long as it was a night of confessions he was going to continue.
Ali sat back in his chair but Terry remained seated on the floor next to him leaning against his legs. Ali smiled and said "Look, who said that Iraqis and Americans can't fall in love with each other" and a beautiful smile formed on his face. We all laughed.
Ali cleared his throat and said that after that he stood up and cleaned his face with the water on his desk and left the office. He went straight to his house and called his uncle. His uncle was the closest relative and most loved by Ali, there was some unspoken bond between them. Ali always used to say he thought his uncle must have been suspicions about his being gay but never was sure of that. They arranged to meet at his mothers place that night.
Ali and his wife arrived early and as soon as his uncle arrived he asked to talk to him in private. They left his wife with his mother and went out to sit in the garden. Ali told his uncle about the events of the last few weeks but skipped the last part. He only told him that Karim had beaten and threatened him. His uncle was deep in thought and then asked Ali what he wanted to do. Ali answered "Leave, ESCAPE... Run for my life" I thought so said his uncle.
"Look, you know that you are my favorite nephew and that I love you more than my children. I don't think that leaving the country will be possible now as you are being closely watched. I can arrange for you to go to a safe place where there is no way that this Karim can harm you, at least until we can arrange something to get you out of the country. How about going and living in the North, in Kurdistan, there you will be safe?"
"How can I do that uncle, you know that I am an Arab and Saddam's regime doesn't permit Arabs to move or even visit there?"
"Have you forgotten that in Iraq money can buy you anything these days"
"No I haven't"
"Then prepare yourself I will arrange everything and my wife will accompany you, you know she is Kurdish.. say in two days
time?. .. How is that?"
"What about the house? And money? What about Salim and Karim?"
"Yeah ... Ok, I will pick you up tomorrow say arounf nine? you and me will go to your bank and withdraw what you need and also go to the public notary and you give me the legal power and authorization to sell your house? `
"That is more than I expected but uncle please when you sell the house do not let anyone know even my wife .. Please? what about Salim and Karim?" I asked.
"You can call in sick or say that your wife is having complications with her pregnancy". With that we returned and informed our wives of our plans to go to Erbil for a vacation. My wife was happy to go for a few days but she wanted to postpone the trip for a week so that she can do some shopping before going. My uncle interjected and said why wait and all the shopping she wants to make she can make there" not that it was a shopping heaven.
So it was agreed and the next day by 9:00 o'clock we were on our way. I had called Salim and told him that I needed to stay at home as my wife wasn't feeling well, he bought it and said i could stay away as long as necessary.(out of his way he meant the bastard). I never saw Baghdad again until two weeks ago.
I looked at my watch, it was already past midnight. Ali had been pacing the terrace during the last part and now was sitting on the arm of Terry's chair. He looked tiered. Terry's hand was on his back and from the slight movement of his arm it was evident the he was rubbing his back, trying to relax him. The effect of that was evident in Ali's trousers. I needed to make a call.
"It's past mid-night guys, time for bed" I said
"Yes, God time flew without realizing. Can you call a taxi for us Ahmed?" Ali said.
"Taxi, in heaven's name why?"
"To the hotel. Don't tell me you expect us to walk back? We don't even know our way. Yet?"
"Don't be an ass Ali both are spending the night here. And tomorrow we go and pick up your things from the hotel and you guys move in"
"we can't do that " Interjected Terry
"Maybe in the states? I do not know your customs. Here when you are in a city where your brother lives then that is where you stay. End of discussion. .. OK.. Now come along Kids, bedtime"
The house had three bedrooms on the first floor, all over looking the gulf, two with double beds and one with single bed. My bedroom was at the end of the corridor and the second at the other end. The last two had a shared bathroom through connecting doors. The room was spacious, even though I had not anticipated their stay, still it was customary that bed sheets were changed every Thursday and the rooms properly aired every day by my Philippino house keeper (a handsome intelligent young man and as straight as an arrow, married with five kids to feed back in Manila, so don't get any ideas). He looks after the house and prepares meals from Saturday through Thursday. Fridays are his dayoff and mine too; it is my chance to spend the full day on my own.
I told both can do what ever they wanted and no one will be the wiser as my room was at the far end of the corridor. Both laughed and assured me they will take that into serious consideration. I pointed out the bathroom and where the fresh towels are kept with spare shaving kits, tooth brushes and bid them both goodnight. Hugged and kissed both good night and left. As soon as I reached my room and closed the door, I took out my mobile phone and dialed the number.....
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