Dr Jew

quite good once I turned down the flame, though certainly not the drink I had ordered. But I forgave my server as God might forgive the heathens – well, probably not, but I let it go and put it down to 'the travel experience.' It had its character that I never would have encountered deliberately, but randomly it had a warm enough texture in that sweaty bag of a country to warrant the encounter. How long to drink it down? I know not. Yet it was enough drink, I decided. My work was all I ever thought about on these microscopic vacations. To work then!
    "The elevator to my fifth floor room was crippled, which forced me up the stairs which took on – in my quaking delirium – the cadence of an infernal exercise machine, and I only persevered due to rugged constitution and construction of character and hazy memory calling through my fogged consciousness that a girl awaited my suturing hand and stairs bedamned she would be repaired and exported back to the U.S. of A. So it went that with my gasping and wheezing I fished from my pocket the key to that stall, my erstwhile home, and punctured the knob and turned the handle. And thus it was my nightmare began.
    "I nearly spilt my salt when I saw that vision on entry. I am as grateful as the obese maid who didn't have to vacuum up my vomit that I maintained my composure, for that equilibrium meant the difference between speedy action on my part and a villain's escape.
    "Yea, shield your ears my boy and man if for slightest second you dare not continue, and well you should heed my caution and not wardrobe with a phony manhood. I have earplugs and will not think the less of you, I swear, should you wish to censor and have me leap to the next scene altogether and abort this black section of the saga. Do you wish to go on?
    "Yes, go on , damn it," said Sergio.
    "Very well . And I assume you speak for sweet Adam as an adult who smuggles a four-year-old into an X-rated movie does so. Let the brunt of the forthcoming cataclysm I am to exposit fall on you, my dear Serge, and know that I sketch these haunting details in the air not by choice but by your demand to hear these horrors, and thus it is I go forward with you by my side. Woe, woe.
    "Understand: I was still cheery despite the debilitating climb and despite the languorous heat that crowded me on all sides and despite my many miles from home, for I had work to do and the ability to do it, and that is a wonderful thing.
    "All this changed, however, as the WD-40-deficient door creaked open and I saw… the horror… the horror…"
    "Oh for God's sake, get to the point!" said Sergio, foolish, foolish Sergio.
    "I do in kindness try to shield your senses from what I have to tell, mi amigo , but I see you will have none of it. So be it. Let's get to it.
    "There, where I had left her mere minutes or hours before, your wife, the electric Lise, still lay with abdomen ajar and the blank look of sedation on her semi-beautiful face. Her skin still had a rosy hue: excellent.
    "What was less than excellent was my Mexican assistant. No faithful Sancho Panza, he! No, he had taken on a malignant Pancho Villa cast instead in the lonely light of the place, abusing my trust and yours, obliterating all natural law set forth in every culture everywhere worth preserving. If he had medical ethics, he had set them aside. If he had religion, it is a vile spectacle unworthy of the name. If he had professionalism, then it only showed when the Man was around to look over his shoulder and smack him when he strayed out of line. This fellow was a dog, and did a dog's work before my eyes. His pants descended and his buttocks aimed at me, I at first did not want to believe what I saw – as though my eyes would pass on lies! To think that a man – no, I have called him a man again when he clearly was not – that a creature could take advantage of a sickly, anaesthetized, defrocked, and de-skinned woman… well, it hurts the mind it does, verily. He was inside her, atop her, hijacking her position for his own base desires and apparently even aroused by the vision of her gurgling organs before him.
    "As this warped savage unveiled himself to me in all his decadent glory, he must have heard my sounds behind him, for his head swiveled so and detected me, and I daresay he experienced fear. He knew what he'd done, had guessed my reaction, and inwardly screamed like a trapped animal.
    " Removing himself from Lise and pulling up his fibery trousers, he shot for the