Golden Biker by Alexander Von Eisenhart Rothe

Author:Alexander Von Eisenhart Rothe [Rothe, Alexander von Eisenhart]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781468910339
Publisher: Booktango
Published: 2012-07-16T04:00:00+00:00

4.000 miles to the West the insistent ringing of the telephone was tearing Doctor Alberich Seligheim out of deep slumber. He was wide awake in an instant, jumped out of bed, got into his ready slippers and hurried to his desk.

“Seligheim!”

“Good morning, Ex-boss!” he heard vaguely.

“Gerd? Is that you? How dare you, you know what time it is?”

“Oh I am sorry, if I woke you up!” Gerd answered.

“You did not wake me up, I am already working at this time of day!” Seligheim lied, wiping the sleep from his eyes, “Listen, Gerd, I really don’t care what kind of emotional problems you have at the moment. If you want to stay in India on your Guru Trip, fine! But if you think you can start begging for you job again...”

“Don’t worry, you can keep the job! As you know yourself, India is very nice!”

“Gerd, you are wasting my time. What do you want?”

There was a pause. Doctor Seligheim heard only noise in the line.

“I am led to believe, you have left some souvenir photos of your travels here in India. I was just asking, if you would like me to send them to you!”

“What are you blabbering about?”

At his very moment Doctor Seligheim’s fax machine started to beep.

“Oh, you already forgot? I’ll fax you some photos, just to refresh your memory. If you like, I can send them into your office as well... you sweet little honey bun!”

With a whirr the fax machine was spitting out copies of unspeakable pictures, pictures of a fifteen stone ‘baby’ in diapers.

All of a sudden Doctor Seligheim felt dizzy. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Gasping for air he fell onto a nearby chair.

“Well? You remember now?” Gerd’s voice sounded ingratiating.

“You dirty little...” Seligheim hissed staring at the photos in his shaking hands; some baby whose mother would not have been proud of.

“Careful now, Alberich, careful. You wouldn’t want me to get mad and do something rash and imprudent, would you?”

“These pictures were staged, I was being drugged. I was unconscious and did not know what happened. That little slut...”

“... proved to be more than just a common whore, didn’t she?” Gerd interrupted him cherishing the moment, “You have to admit those pictures are something else. Would be a damn shame if these works of art could not be shown to a wider public, wouldn’t you say so?”

“What do you want? You want my money? You want your job back?” Seligheim was snivelling, his composure totally shattered by now.

“Hell no! I really don’t want anything from you, except a business proposal!”

Again the fax machine beeped, and with a subdued hums it spat out a business contract.

When Gerd had finished his conversation some minutes later, he was very pleased. That really went down well! He opened the door of the telephone booth and called to the fat man on the plastic chair. “I want to make some more phone calls. And I need an Internet connection as well!” The fat man only nodded lazily, scratched his hairy chest and let his hand fall onto the meter again.

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