The next two days, we hid in the basement. Except for the crunch of boots and the grinding of tanks as they rolled overhead and crashing bombs, no human voice could be heard. Not even a crying child.He was sitting on a concrete wedge a feet away,weighed down by heavy thoughts, his palms supporting his chin and came up to say something

"What if we......."and held back . He seemed in two minds and was constantly fidgeting, often his hands would dig deep into the pockets of his robe as if ensuring his dick was in the right place.The ennui , keeping watch , the constricted place with no one else around to make a real conversation and an erotic genius by my side,thinking deep and profound thoughts by stimulating his balls ,was making the situation unbearable. I was wary of the egyptian as his close proximity to me and the confinement between the narrow walkways and lack of peering eyes would further encourage him , the war being there, and with no arabs around as it were, the basement would serve him as a good place to launch his own assault for my nether regions.

He had something to say"look....." I ummm"....see"

"Look and see what"...... your fucking dick?" I was getting progressively angry and watching him made me even more so. Bastard , here was a real war happening and threatening to blow us to bits and this dickhead was getting sexed. I lost the respect I had for him and hissed,

"Look here asshole, I not ready neither will I ever be, and if you ever show that to me, I'll twist your balls until it comes out of your nose' .
The verbal lashing had the desired effect and he let me in peace for some time. When he started again , he seemed to be in a pensive mood.

".Those saddami shits will bugger us"...."take it from me they'll rape and rob, bastards.... I have seen those republicans, fucking shit in gutters of Iran,shitcuntsbastards..they'll fuck everybody"

I was so tensed by his earlier malicious intent and couldn't hide my sarcasm .
"..I thought you enjoyed that ,so why complain ,spread your coptic arse and they'll make you very happy, imagine the joy of a thousand dicks up your......"

"You have misunderstood my intentions, and I'm sorry "

"Oh shut up"...I said and turned to read by a small light that burned behind a row of control panels and drifted into a fitful sleep where I felt the war, it's sounds piercing through my mind and setting of wild nightmares from which I could not wake up,dreams from which I could not find release even though I knew I was dreaming .I woke up feeling eyes staring at me . The egyptian stood at the head and had the look of a famished beggar who had suddenly seen food.

"Please , you judged me wrong....I'm sorry if I've made a wrong impression,but I've something very important.... which I hope ....." he looked around, searching with his eyes for somebody who wasn't there.Then he went to the head of the stairs, disappeared for a while and came back with his cheeks flushed.
"The bastards are all over the place" he said and sat down on the ledge and sat with his head lolling against the wall.He would slip into his thoughts, while sometimes he would turn and give me a long look and look away if I caught him doing that.The war had extinguished the carnal fires in his groin and he seemed to be contemplating and it looked as if he wanted to confide but felt diffident and hesistant. I was scared, but at the end of two days I asked him what was biting his ass.-

'there is a lot of money in the safe' he said,

"So what? it is not your fucking money to be so bothered, if they want it, they will come and get it"......."Let's try to get out of this place without being killed."

The egyptian gave me an increduluous look and shook his head as if I had something incomprehensible.

"I... I... never seen somebody so naive...... believe me we have two choices, one, we can get out of here in our underwears and hope we will not be shot, or remain here and get tortured by the Iraqi bastards..... They'll soon come around looking for guys like you who are sitting in a pile of cash, take whatever you have and then pull your nails off for more which is not there."

Now it dawned on me.I had always imagined that the skeiks would take their money away but he knew better as had seen war in Iran and knew what war was, the marauding army looked for treasure ,money ,and women and they ransacked and raped their way through conquered territory.

There was almost five hundred thousand in the safe , mostly dollars and pounds, and now it was anybody's money.Who ever got to it first,got to keep it.