by sr71plt
You are always a great writer, however, this story wasn't as developed as most. You had incredible opportunities to expand upon the contrasts between Arab and German, dominant and submissive, etc, but seemed to gloss over these with unusual haste. I've always been impressed with your knowledge of different cultures and your ability to weave the exotic into your stories. For you, this seemed more like an outline than a complete story.
As good as all your other stories are, this one seems a bit unfinished. Always enjoy your stories. So unless there's more to come, I guess that's that. LOL!
My first impression of this story is of the evident dichotomy one faces - firstly a dream world, Beirut, and the love between a poet and a european man, their rendez-vous in a room opulently furnished with oriental carpets, bookcases and a divan covered with pillows.
The poet reads to the man and the musicality of both his voice and that of the arabic language feels the evenings with magic - their love-making is out of this world.
Then, there is the other side - the side of politics, of corruption, of terrorism, so of this world. Black-mail, threats, deceits.
Could this story be further developed ? Perhaps. But the way it was written plainly explains how the Banker walked into his trap - the first time, innocently, and the second time with full knowledge of what he was doing and prepared to take the consequences.