Unfortunately, there's nothing indecent at all about Engelhard's (nonfiction: The Horsemen, 1974) humdrum first novel about a wealthy Arab who tempts two Atlantic City day-trippers. Narrator Joshua Kane, a corporate speechwriter based in Philadelphia, decides to spend his vacation playing the nickel-and-dime tables at Atlantic City casinos, along with his stunningly beautiful wife, Joan. And who should they meet but an unimaginably rich Arab--the Sultan of Mahareen, no less--who insists on wining and dining them. Joan and Josh are suspicious, and rightly so: the Sultan has an ulterior motive. He's offering one million bucks in order to spend one night with Joan. The two recoil in horror (Josh is especially put out, since he fought the Arabs in the Six Day War) and flee back to their mundane lives in Philly. Predictably enough, however, they can't get the big money out of their minds. The result is that Joan sleeps with the Sultan, who videotapes their lusty cavorting and shows the tape to Josh. Instead of joining the Foreign Legion, the stricken Josh actually becomes a sailor in the Israeli Navy--and Joan follows, seeking a reconciliation. An old Twilight Zone episode masquerading as a Faustian conundrum.