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"It's a bit cool out tonight. Do you think you are going to need a sweater?" Joseph asked her.
"I have one in the hall closet. How about you? Are you going to be warm enough?"
"As long as you stay close to me I'll be fine" Joseph grinned.
Joseph opened the door and they both walked out onto the porch. "It's a beautiful night tonight. Just look at that moon. It's so low and so bright almost orange." She said.
"We call that a harvest moon." he said as he placed his arm around her shoulder and they continued down the pathway together.
"There is a gazebo at the end of this pathway where I think we can have some privacy. It is hidden from the house by the twisting roadway." She said and directed him down the twisting and turning gravel walkway till they came to the wooden structure. It was one of those latticework octagonal shaped affairs covered with vines. The entrance way was the only thing that was not covered with flowers or vines. Anyone sitting inside it was almost assured privacy. The two of them entered and Joseph took out his handkerchief and covered the wooden bench before he directed Kassie to sit down. He sat beside her his arm over her shoulder holding her close to him.
"My mother wants to know if your people came from France, She thinks you have French blood in you."
"French blood? What makes her think that? It might be possible but I really don't know much about my family history. My mother died when I was born and my real father gave me up for adoption right away." Joseph told her.
"Well my mother said that she remembers her mother telling her stories of the French officers when they ruled Lebanon. They were very big hand kissers. Your kissing my hand reminded her of the stories."
"Oh so your family is Lebanese?"
"Well, yes and no. Mother was a Lebanese Christian. In the mid 1980's Syria took over all of Lebanon and my Father was a Syrian army officer sent into the country to restore law and order. He met my mother; they got married and had me. My father convinced her to become a Moslem and things were OK for a while. " She said. "Then Syrian influence in Lebanon began to wane and my father lost his favored status. He became disenchanted with the government and moved our family to the United States to try to improve out lives."
"It sure looks like Fazzi Muhammad has done very well for himself." Joseph said as he moved closer to her. "I admire you and your family. It is not an easy thing to pick up and start life all over again. Not only that but he has become the epitome of the 'Rags to Riches' stories that we all read about. With all the hardships and bad times he must have had he remains a very generous man, much too generous. I really can't accept that car offer from him." "Oh please do! Do it for my sake," she said as she lowered her voice. "If you take the car then you can give me lessons and I will be able to get a drivers license. My father will not hear of women driving--- but if you were to teach me --- he would have to accept it, after all he would not have any choice once I am your wife."
"What makes you think that I, as your husband, would approve of your driving?"
"Because you are not cruel and you would not want me to be kept locked up in a Harem. You are kind and not old fashioned like most of my father's friends."
"Well I would not want to go against your father, but I could never refuse anything reasonable you ask of me. Your dark lovely eyes just melt my heart." He said pulling her closer to him and running his fingers up and down her sweater-covered arm. She shivered at his touch. "Oh! Perhaps am I being too quick for you."
"No, I like the feel of your hands on me. It's just that I have to tell you something." She stammered. "I have never had a man this close to me. Our worlds, yours and mine, just happened to cross for some reason. You are a man of the world and must have been with many women. Most American girls by my age have had much more sexual experience then I have had. My father says that American men do not demand a virgin bride. Among us the purity of the bride is important. The Groom's family will sometimes demand that proof of her virginity be presented on her wedding night to the husband's relatives.
"Yes I have heard of that custom and if need be, there are ways to fake it, but we are not near that stage yet."
"What stage are we in Yussef?"
Taking her in his arms and gently lifting her face to his he brought his lips to hers and kissed her. He said. "We are courting. It is an experimental stage where we will do many things that will help us to get to know each other. When the time is right, we will know what to do and when to do it. No need to rush."
He kissed her again this time running the tip of his tongue over her lips trying to gain entrance to her closed mouth. Her lips finally parted and he softly pushed his tongue around and over her teeth and finally she let him into her mouth. His hands pressed against the back of her head, pulling her face closer to him as their kiss deepened and deepened. His tongue seeking hers. It darted in and out and found and touched hers lightly. It roamed over the inside of her mouth exploring ever nook and cranny. His mouth covered hers as her body melted into his. Her fingers pressed on the rear of his head and neck pulling him closer to her. Her tongue started to play with his and as he withdrew his tongue, hers followed his into his mouth and he began to suck on her tongue. Then they broke the kiss.
"MMmmm" she said, "I could get to like this experimentation. And you said you were not French. That was a French kiss was it not?" she sighed, then they both laughed. Joseph had her bring her legs up on the bench and lie with her head cradled in his arms against his chest. He continued to kiss her and ran one hand up and down her arm and lightly over her breast. Then he lowered her head so that it lay in his lap.
