Chapter 14

Posted: August 29, 2006 - 12:44:13 am?

I was eating supper in the Radisson's restaurant that evening, when I met a couple of people from 'Doctors Without Borders.' They were here for almost the same reason as me, they were going to cross the border into western Iraq, set up in al Rabat and start treating children. I mentioned to one of the doctors that I was going to a small village northeast of al Rabat to set up a small medical clinic. We chatted for a while and I accepted his invitation to join their convoy. The Doctors Without Borders were a well-intentioned group and most of their volunteers had no political agenda, so I accepted. Joining them would delay my departure by a day, but crossing into Iraq as part of a larger group would be much safer, especially since they were going to fall in behind a US supply convoy.

On day forty-three, I set out to complete the last eight-hour leg of my journey home. Throwing my lot in with the aide workers helped me cross the border easier, because the border guards thought I was part of the DWB people. Fifty miles inside Iraq, I had my driver turn northeast off the Amman-Baghdad highway and head towards al Warabi, the village nearest the farm. The driver grew progressively more nervous as we separated from the convoy. We had driven about fifteen minutes when we pulled up on an American checkpoint. I knew from the television reports that there had been a major operation in the area to our north and west that had resulted in some fierce fighting just three weeks ago, so I wasn't surprised at the roadblock.

I had the driver pull to a stop a good distance from the checkpoint and walked up with my arms raised. The sergeant supervising the checkpoint knew who I was when I identified myself. He was astonished that I was back in Iraq.

"I came back to repay these people for what they did for me," I said.

He said he guessed he could understand that and called his Company Commander for instructions. I cooled my heels for fifteen minutes while he was on the radio. When he came back over, his demeanor had changed subtly.

"Sir, you need to make yourself comfortable, because my Brigade Commander is on his way to see you."

"Why is he coming here to see me?" I asked lamely.

The sergeant gave me this look. I remembered that look when I was in the 82nd Airborne. It was the blank look we reserved for second lieutenants who asked dumb questions. Only an idiot would suppose the Brigade Commander discussed his plans with a lowly squad leader. I had to laugh.

"Forget I asked that, okay? I was a sergeant in the 82nd in my first life, so I know a dumb question when I hear one, even if I asked it. Tell me this though, did the call sound real official or more social?"

The sergeant gave me a grin. "If this was official I'd probably be frog marching you to see him, so I'd say it was social."

While we were waiting, the sergeant had me open my cases so he could see what I was transporting. His Iraqi counterparts briefly questioned my drivers, as a couple of privates looked under the truck and van with those mirrors on a stick. We waited another half hour until a Humvee with three radio antennas came careening up the road. A short, bull-necked man exited the hummer and walked towards us. He returned the sergeant's crisp salute then stuck out his hand to me.

"Captain Pappas, I'm Bart Wheeler and I need to talk to you for a few minutes if you don't mind," he said.

I returned his handshake.

"It's Nick, Colonel. I was medically retired three weeks ago. If you are wondering why I'm back here, I want to see the Hassans and thank them again, then I am going to build a medical clinic in the village in Abu Hassan's honor."

He nodded and clapped me on the back.

"That's a pretty big show of gratitude, Nick, but it's about as honorable a thing as I've ever seen. We owe you a big thank you for the intelligence leads you brought us. We had heard rumors of this Sheik Omar, but we thought he was just some desert crackpot. Turns out the wily old bastard was directing most of the terrorist attacks in and around Baghdad from out here. He had a completely intact Republican Guard Division's equipment hidden in caves and tunnels carved into the big wadis (dry river beds) north of here. Most of the territorial police out this way turned out to be his men; we were actually paying his men to keep the locals in line. When we hit one of the wadis, we found evidence that he smuggled over two thousand militants into the country in the last two years.

"Omar equipped the insurgents and sent them towards Baghdad to make mischief. His plan was to create anarchy in the country, then when we pulled out, he was going to declare himself warlord of this area. He claims the area is his by birthright, because he is descended from a Bedouin Caliph. We even found five hundred million dollars in US currency he had collected somehow. Too bad you were on active duty when you gave us that map, because if you had been a civilian, one percent of the money would be yours."

I dismissed the idea of the money immediately. "I wouldn't know what to do with that much money anyway. But I think some gratitude is due the Hassans; they gathered the information for me anyway. What have we done for them, and are they being shielded from all the fighting?"

Colonel Wheeler allowed himself to smile for the first time.

"I went out to that farm once, because the Civil Affairs guy raved about it so much. It is an amazing place and the Hassans are some amazing people. It was hard for me to believe that someone could successfully farm in this god-forsaken place. One of my battalions set up their CP about two miles from there and the battalion's mess sergeant bought a lot of produce from the widows. The CA folks did themselves proud fixing the place up, too. Last I heard they built another green house and put in some solar panels and a wind-powered generator so they'd have reliable electricity. My engineer company also dammed up that big wadi behind the date grove and ran pipes from it to a catch basin they tunneled. If the engineers are right, they should have water to irrigate the grove year-round after the next winter rains."

The colonel jawed with me for a few more minutes, then shoved off. The sergeant waved me through the checkpoint as soon as the Brigade Commander departed. It took another forty minutes to reach the house. I didn't even glance at the improvement the colonel talked about. I had the driver lay on the horn and I hopped out of the van. Kalila was the first person out of the house. She screamed my name and charged towards me. She launched herself on me when she was still ten feet away from me. I caught her in mid leap and spun her around. Kalila suddenly noticed the other men and blushed furiously. I chuckled and took her hand.

"Where are the others?" I asked.

"They are at the market. We had many strawberries and melons to sell this week."

Kalila went to make me coffee while I had my Jordanian drivers help me unload my boxes into the equipment shed and carry my bags inside the house. I gave them a hundred-dinar tip and sent them on their on their way in the truck I hired. They were anxious to get back into Jordan before nightfall. I moved the van behind the shed myself and walked back into the house. Kalila handed me a cup of coffee as soon as I came in the door. My wives all enjoyed coffee now, and they had all learned to make a pretty good pot. One of my surprises for them was a drip coffee maker, an electric coffee grinder and five big bags of coffee beans.

Kalila and I were sipping our coffee, when I heard the Zil clatter into the yard. I posed myself nonchalantly in the doorframe as the women dismounted the truck and Landcruiser. They were gabbing a conversation among themselves, and were halfway to the house when Tahani spotted me.

"NEEKO!" she squealed.

The other women stopped and looked up. Everyone was frozen for a moment; I don't think I'll ever forget the expressions on their faces as they gawked at me. Then the spell was broken, and they all rushed towards the house, all of them talking at once. I greeted them at the door, my heart swelling as I kissed and hugged each of them. Basheera held back to be last, but when she hugged me, she almost squeezed the breath from my lungs.

"You are home, Habib, now all is right in the world," she said tearfully.

Okay I admit it; I might have teared up a little myself, because I felt exactly the same way. I finally managed to get them quieted down and sitting near me in the front room. I opened my briefcase and pulled out small boxes wrapped in gold foil. I handed the correct box to each of my wives. I also gave Zahrah a ring, but it wasn't the wedding set I bought for her. Instead, I gave her a sapphire ring with a heart shaped stone. I wasn't going to put any pressure on her by giving her even just the engagement ring.

They tore open the boxes as if they were six-year-olds at Christmas. Man oh man; those rings were the right gift! They looked at the rings in slack-jawed awe, then started passing them around for the others to see. When the rings made it back to the rightful owners, they all started trying them on. All of the rings were size six and they all pretty much fit. A few of them were slightly too large but we could take care of that later. Once I collected another round of hugs and kisses, I asked Zahrah and Kalila to come out to the shed with me. We took the laptops, phones and the coffee equipment back to the house. I put the phones on their chargers and explained that any one leaving the farm would carry a phone.

We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening catching up on what had happened in my absence. The women took me on a tour and showed me all the improvements the Civil Affairs team had made. The most obvious were the new greenhouse and wind generator. The greenhouse was situated to the left of the original two greenhouses, and spaced the same distance from its neighbors. It wasn't identical to the others, but it was damned close. The wind generator was huge. Three twenty-foot blades were mounted on a concrete pole forty feet high. The generator section behind the blades made the assembly appear as if it were the engine and propeller off a large airplane, while a tail vane kept the blades facing the wind.

The generator fed power to a battery array located in a two hundred square foot building the team had built over by the well house. An inverter changed the current to the required AC and sent it to the house as needed. At the house, a sensor switched to the battery power whenever the regular electricity cut out. The Civil Affairs folks promised that the regular electricity would become more reliable as the infrastructure was improved. The solar panels Colonel Wheeler mentioned were on the roof of the building housing the battery array.

One improvement Wheeler didn't mention, but I sure appreciated, was the new on-demand hot water heater. I never understood how those things worked, but the thought of taking a hot shower more than a minute long appealed to me. I collected up all the manuals for the new gear to study later.

Basheera claimed right of seniority that night and joined me in the shower. As I was lathering up her lean body, I couldn't help noticing how receptive she was to my touches or how eager she seemed to touch me. By the time I had her naked on the big mattress in the basement, she was on fire. When I started to go down on her, she stopped me.

"I want to feel you in me, Habib. Sometimes it frightens me how much I've grown to need you. I had faith in you that you would return, but I worried constantly that something beyond your control would prevent it."

She was wet and open for me when I slid into her. She moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist.

"Take me, husband, show me you love me," she hissed.

I think that because I returned as I promised, Basheera was finally able to let loose the part of herself she'd kept reserved from me. Basheera, so responsible and in control in keeping the family together, wanted to be someone else now that we were alone. This was her way of showing me that she wanted me to take charge now. I pulled her long silky legs up over my shoulders and ground hard against her. Her wild-eyed look told me I was on the right path.

"It is time for you to become the wife of a real man," I growled. "When you leave this room tonight, you'll know that beyond a doubt."

She nodded her head excitedly as I pounded into her. Neither one of us lasted long that first time as we crashed together in frenzied abandon. When she tried to cover her mouth to stifle her orgasmic scream, I pulled her hand away.

"My wife doesn't have to conceal her passion," I said.

When I said that, her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a primal scream.

"Aaiieeee," she wailed as her body went rigid and her hips lifted us off the mattress.

Her climax triggered mine, I groaned loudly and fired volley after volley into her clutching tunnel.

I released her legs and fell off to her side. She snuggled up to my side and put her head on my shoulder. When we regained our breath, she cleaned us up. When she was finished, I told her of my plans for the family and the farm.

"Sheba, in a month or so, the dowries for all my wives and Zahrah will be in the Bank of Jordan-Kuwait. When that happens, I will also have more money. We will have enough money then for a long time if we aren't foolish with it. I still want to live here and farm, but we will have money to do other things too. One thing I would like to do is set up a medical clinic in town, perhaps supervised by an Iraqi doctor. Another thing is to take my wives places on vacation."

Basheera listened and commented on my plans; she saw some merit in my ideas. She surprised me by telling me that the farm had turned a very good profit over the last month. She said that we had all of the approximately ten thousand dollars from the hashish crop, my gold coins, and Hassan's money, plus a couple of thousand more. Her big news was that the Americans came through with the reward for assisting me, twenty-five million Iraqi dinar. At the official exchange rate of about fifteen hundred dinars to the dollar, it amounted to a little over sixteen thousand dollars. Basheera's frugal nature meshed well with mine. I told her we would need to start keeping books for the farm, because as the country came out of the war, taxes were inevitable. I said that Adara would be a good person to handle that. After our little talk, my dick was revived and Basheera wanted more loving. I introduced her to the sixty-nine position, and away we went.

I settled back into the routine I'd established before I went home. I continued to learn more about farming and continued to maintain the buildings and equipment. I called Gary Wright once a week. By the fifth week after my return, both of my properties had closed, and the funds were deposited in Palmdale Savings Bank. I called Gina and had nine hundred thousand dollars transferred to the Bank of Jordan-Kuwait. For the moment, we were millionaires.

As much as I enjoyed the life I led during the day, it was the evenings and nights with my wives that made me truly happy. I was loved and spoiled to the point where I should have been embarrassed. My wives were thriving, gaining in confidence and growing more comfortable with me every day. Fatima absolutely glowed with her pregnancy and seemed to have suffered no lasting affect from Hassan shooting her. She was five months along now and had started to develop a belly. We all watched her like hawks to make sure she didn't overwork herself.

Having six women to please in the bedroom was never the chore you might think it would be. It wasn't a chore, because the wives all had different needs and desires. Fatima was content with making love once a week and Basheera was also about the same. Tahani and Jamilah almost always entertained me together, so they could also explore their bisexuality. Adara and Kalila were very sexual in nature, but they were never demanding of me. They both took every opportunity they could engineer to get me in bed during the day.

Kalila was the first of the wives that I made love to outside of the house. She had been teasing me mercilessly all morning while we were working in the greenhouse, so as soon as we were alone together, I bent her over a potting bench and had my way with her. Kalila enjoyed the little naughty adventure as much or more than I did. Of course, she clued in the other women and I had to have a repeat performance the next day with Adara.

The week after the real estate closed, I took Jamilah, Adara, Fatima, and Tahani to Kuwait. I had been planning the trip for a few weeks and had made a few phone calls before we departed. I told the women we were going shopping, but I didn't tell them about the appointment I had made for Adara with an orthopedic surgeon. In fact, the reason we were going to Kuwait instead of Jordan was because of Kuwait's excellent medical facilities. We were able to stay on the major motorways the entire route, so it took us ten hours to make the four hundred mile trip.

I had reservations for two connecting rooms at the Marriott in Kuwait city. I went with a well-known chain, even though it cost me a couple hundred dollars a night, because at least I knew what to expect. We arrived at four in the afternoon, checked into the hotel and went up to our rooms. I was curious about why my wives put on their veils before we enter the hotel, since we saw only a couple of women with their faces covered. I asked Jamilah about it as soon as we were settled in our rooms.

"You have not given your permission for us to go uncovered, Neeko, and we feel more comfortable with our faces covered right now, anyway. We are proud that only our husband knows our charms."

I had to grin at what she said. I told her that they had my permission to dress as they wished; I was secure in their love for me and didn't care if others admired their beauty. I also told her that I wanted her in my bed that night, because I had something to talk to her about. She tried to wheedle out of me our topic for tonight, but I told her we needed to go down for supper soon. The women huddled together, changed into their nicest abayas and donned hijab headscarves. I put on one of my two suits and we headed down to the hotel's restaurant. Lucky for me, I wasn't a follower of Islam, because I'd have been doomed to hell for how proud I was of them. The meal cost more than our rooms for a night but it sure was good. I forgot about the fifty dollars I had to pony up for a steak as soon as I sank teeth into it.

After supper, I had the concierge call us a van, and took my protesting wives to the mall. Yes, they had a mall in Kuwait city. Actually, they had three of them. I took the wives to the Laila Galleria, a western type mall with American stores like the Gap and JC Penney. Over half the population of Kuwait were expatriates from other countries, mostly from India, but there was a large contingent of Westerners. Even Jamilah had never seen anything like the selection of clothes and the variety of stores the mall offered. I had one final surprise for them, as they stood there gawking, I gave each of them a prepaid MasterCard from the Jordan-Kuwait bank. The cards were in their names and had a limit of ten thousand dollars.

I could tell they wanted to mob me but they restrained themselves, as proper wives should. I suggested that Jamilah take Fatima and Adara clothes shopping while I took Tahani to the Pearlvision outlet. We agreed to meet back in the same spot in an hour. We split up, and I led Tahani to the optician. Tahani was able to get a vision exam and select a couple of different frames before the hour was up. We were told her glasses would be ready for her right before the mall closed at nine thirty. Tahani selected a really cute pair of contemporary frames and a sturdier pair for wearing around the farm. The blowing desert sand precluded contacts.

When we met up with the others, they had only bought a few items each for themselves, but each of them bought something for me. It was touchingly sweet on their part, but wasn't what I had in mind for them to be doing, so I told them to follow me and headed for a European store that featured Victoria's Secret type clothing. My wives twittered among themselves in embarrassment but I was firm in my request that they get at least two negligees and a robe each. As I suspected, Tahani and Adara went for sexy, Jamilah went for elegant and Fatima went for practical because of her pregnancy. Once I had them in the swing of things, they took it from there with new stylish abayas, shoes and even underwear.

Everyone was in a good mood by the time we picked up Tahani's glasses and headed back to the hotel. The women were about to explode trying to contain their excitement, until we reached our hotel rooms. I was very happy myself knowing that I had done something to bring them pleasure. I called down to room service for tea and some pastries while the women showered and prepared to give me a fashion show. It took almost an hour for them to shower and primp, but the wait was worth it. Even Jamilah was giggly as they paraded in and out striking poses and letting me ooh and aah their selections. They worked their way through the abayas then started modeling their lingerie.

I was suitably impressed by their selections and told them so. Adara and Tahani were hot in the baby doll sets they picked out. Fatima looked cute in her loose chemise, with her growing tummy and larger than ever breasts. And Jamilah looked sexy in her floor length black satin and lace number. Adara and Tahani insisted on even modeling their new underwear. They had bought some bra and panty sets that looked outstanding on them.

Jamilah joined me in my room when the younger girls had finished teasing me. She still had on that black number, much to my satisfaction. I sat her on the bed and told her about the appointment I had made for Adara the following day. I stressed that it was only a consultation, and for her not to get her hopes up. The idea that nothing could be done for Adara was a possibility that had to be seriously considered, that's why I hadn't said anything until now. I still didn't want Adara to know the real reason she was seeing the doctor tomorrow for the same reason. I was going to tell her we were taking her to see if they could make a special shoe for her to help her walk better, just in case.

Jamilah just sat there speechless for a few seconds, her eyes wet with tears. Then she took a deep shuddering breath and threw herself against me so hard, she knocked me flat onto the bed. As she rained kisses on my face, she told me that no matter what the doctor said, she was blown away that I had even thought of this. She finally let me go long enough to strip me out of my robe and briefs, then proceeded to thank me in a different way. I forgot about how tired I was from the drive and the shopping as soon as she took me into her mouth. I never had the chance to get off my back as she alternately sucked on me then rode me, always changing between the two just as I was ready to cum. She alternated back and forth about four times before she locked her lips and slender fingers around my dick and pistoned them both until I exploded.

The next morning, my wives wore their new abayas and accompanied me to the very modern Kuwait Medical Center. I told the women that I was going to the hospital to see if any expatriate Iraqi doctors might consider working at the clinic we were going to establish. I casually mentioned that while we were there, we would see if they had an orthotic device that would help Adara walk better. The thing about looking for a doctor just popped into my head when I was trying to come up with a reason for visiting the medical center. I needed to find a doctor to run the clinic, so it was a good idea nonetheless.

Adara's x-rays and exam took almost two hours. We all stayed with her the entire time. When the young Kuwaiti doctor finished his exam, Jamilah and Adara left the room while the doctor and I had a private conversation. He informed me that he thought that he could restore at least eighty percent of the function back to Adara's foot and ankle. He said she might still have a slight limp, but he was confident she would no longer drag her foot as she did now. I asked him if any Iraqi doctors worked at the hospital. He replied that he knew a few, but most of them were well established and making good money. He said he'd call a couple and arrange for me to meet them.

It turned out to be a good day for both Adara and her mother. Adara was ecstatic about her chance to walk normally again and readily agreed to surgery the next month. She would be in a cast and immobile for six to eight weeks, but it was a small price for her to pay. Jamilah was very happy also, but what really made her day was the first of the Iraqi doctors we interviewed. The doctor was a strikingly handsome woman in her mid to late thirties. Jamilah got a funny look on her face as soon as she saw the woman. The doctor's eyes widen when they looked at each other also.

"It has been a long time, Jamilah," the doctor said.

Jamilah looked at her incredulously.

"Aludra?" Jamilah gasped.
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