by D. E. Daum
“Not that I know. I don’t think he knows we’re aware he’s with Saudi Intelligence.”
“Good. I’m going to see if I can expand and parlay my celebrity into some kind of influence.”
Jane was incredulous, “You can’t do that! You‘re a terrorist. If you start going against the terrorists you’ll be brought down.”
Kelly snickered. “Don’t worry, I'm not going to do anything overt. I’ll be very subtle, but you have to remember no one in the Islamic world has more credibility than I do. I’m the only one alive, or who has ever lived for that matter, who has met Allah and was sent back to Earth. I need to take advantage of that. I’m not doing this for the West or America or the Company. I’m going to do this for all the people of Islam and the entire world.”
Ten minutes later, Rayya buzzed Kelly and said, “Ms. Harschkopf is here to see you.”
Kelly wondered what she wanted but told Rayya to send her in after ten minutes. He took the time to make sure there was nothing lying around that he wouldn’t want Valerie to see, while filling the ice bucket and checking the supply of Chivas Regal. He just sat down when the blonde Amazon walked in.
“So good to see you again, Saleem. May I call you Saleem?”
“Of course, Valerie. After all, we are comrades-in-arms. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”
“Great news! I have been authorized to issue an invitation to you to join us at our annual convention in two weeks in Bavaria.”
Kelly shook his head. “Thank you very much, but…I don’t know, Valerie. My schedule is heavily booked and I have to go to America in less than three weeks.”
“Oh, but you must go. It is an honor for one such as you to be invited.”
“One such as me? Is that because I’m an Arab?”
“Of course not. Our party has entered the twenty-first century. We are no longer saddled with petty bigotries. Our friends are our peers. I was merely pointing out that you will receive a great honor. You will get to meet and hold consul with our Fuhrer, Johann Hitler.”
Kelly was stunned. Worse, he was at a loss for words. After being stupefied for fifteen seconds, he started to stutter, then mumble, “Hi . . . Hit . . . Hitler?”
Valerie was beaming. She threw her head back, puffed out her chest and smugly said, “That’s right, the grandson of our glorious Adolph Hitler. I’m not supposed to tell you this, it’s supposed to be a surprise, but we’re going to give your organization two more nuclear weapons, too. So, now do you see why you have to be there? It’s the chance of a lifetime.”
“Of course you’re right. My wife and I will be happy to attend your convention. So, tell me more about Herr Hitler.”
“Naughty, naughty. I’m not allowed to discuss our Fuhrer, and neither are you. Johann is our secret weapon. We will reveal him to the world when the timing is propitious. One more thing, Saleem, I did not say your wife was invited.”
“I don’t understand. She doesn’t have to attend the conferences. I want to bring her so she can be awed by your beautiful country.”
“Well, perhaps, I must get permission first. In the meantime, I feel like celebrating. Let me take you to lunch.
“But of course. Let me ask you, will you be staying with us tonight?”
“Nein, I’m staying at the Augustus. In fact, I thought we’d have lunch in my suite where it is more secure.”
Kelly wasn’t sure what he should do. He needed to talk to Starbird. “An excellent idea, but I have something I must first attend to. May I join you in your suite in an hour?”
Valerie agreed, came over beside Kelly, pecked him and said, “Auf Weidersehn.”
Kelly got on the horn as soon as Valerie left the building. “Jane? Good, I’m glad I got you. Listen, the Harschkopf woman was here again, and she invited me to a Nazi convention in Germany, where I will get to meet with – are you sitting down? – Hitler‘s grandson.”
“My God, are you serious?”
“As a heart attack! Plus, there’s more. They want to give me two more atomic bombs.”
Now, it was Jane’s turn to be dumbfounded. After five seconds, she responded. “And what did you say?”
I said, “My wife and I would be honored. But she said that she’d have to get permission for Mariam to come.”
“Did you forget that Mariam’s in training?”
“No, I didn’t. I figured we could speed up her training or cut it short. I wanted to have a little backup.”
“Don’t worry, Evans and I will be there. More, if I can get them on this short notice. Still, if you get permission for Mariam, I’m afraid you’ll have to bring her. It would look suspicious not to, once they say OK. We’ll have to meet at HQ and go over everything later. Can you get by there tonight? ”
“Yeah, sure. There is something else I need to tell you. She wants me to have lunch with her in her suite.”
“Whoa boy! She’s looking to play with the Sheikh of Araby.”
“That was my feeling as well. What shall I do?”
Chapter 6
When Kelly and Haman arrived at the Hotel Augustus, he asked Haman to wait in the lobby. He would watch to see if anyone suspicious took the elevator to the top floor. He would then call on the cell phone.
As Kelly was ready to knock on Valerie’s door, he thought about Jane’s retort—“Have fun.” A lot of help she was.
“Come in,” invited the Aryan Amazon.
Kelly walked in and was stunned for a minute. Valerie was an attractive woman, but she had previously worn business suits with her hair in a bun or a twist. In addition, there was her politics and her pushy manner. Now, he could see that she was more than attractive, much more. Barefoot, standing almost six feet tall, she’d let her hair down and was wearing a turquoise silk robe. A little blush, lip-gloss, and eye shadow now adorned her piercing blue eyes. Kelly thought Valerie was exquisite, but this was a very dangerous playmate.
Any doubt, Kelly was about to be seduced had been erased.
“I hope you don’t mind. When I’m in my suite I like to get comfortable and relax.”
Sure, and a few more things, too. He decided not to beat around the bush. “Of course not, Valerie, I too, like to be comfortable. May I?”
Valerie didn’t even blink. “That would be nice, Saleem. You look stressed out. Lay on the bed, and I’ll give you a massage. We can order lunch when you’re relaxed.”
Kelly stripped down to his briefs and started to lie on the bed. “Nein, nein, I will massage you all over. You must remove all clothing.” He removed his shorts and when he did, she smiled. He could swear she licked her lips. “My, my,” she said.
Kelly lay on his stomach and lamely said, “Don’t forget, I’m married!”
Valerie straddled Kelly, put some pleasant smelling lotion on his back, and started kneading his shoulders with her strong hands. “Ah, yes, and I’m engaged. So why are we here with our clothes off? It is so much fun to, how they say it, flirt, don’t you think?”
Hummm. The girl has a sense of humor.
After five minutes, she told him to turn over, which he did. “Oh my,” said Valerie. “You are even bigger than I thought.” With that, she put some lotion on his sex and started stroking him boldly. After she mounted him, she bent down so her face was next to his. Kelly tried to kiss her, but she resisted. Instead, nibbling on his left ear, she whispered, “Now, we are truly comrades in arms.”
When he was sated and exhausted, Valerie climbed off. Kelly offered a left-handed apology, saying something to the effect that she was much more woman than he expected, but she waved him off and proceeded to swallow his now semi-erect penis. Once more erect, she climbed on top. Again and again she got Kelly hard and they had sex. The woman is a walking sex machine.
Afterward, they ordered room service. She didn’t bother to dress for the waiter. Valerie confessed that seducing him was not part of the plan, but she always has had a fantasy of having sex with a well-built, tall, dark lover. He’d fulfilled her f
antasy. Previously, all of her lovers had been light haired, light-skinned almost pasty with varying degrees of skill and satisfaction, and none had been as satisfying as her “Sheikh.” Kelly was surprised that she used the same term as Jane. She got a little pensive, telling him that she had been trained to be a pleasure girl when she was with the Nazi Youth League. She said she, unlike some of the others, was lucky because at least she liked sex and became very good at it. She said she liked Kelly because he was gentle, considerate, and really turned her on.
Here was another victim. Brainwashed from childhood through adolescence and molded into a hate-filled sextoy. “How many sexual partners have you had?” Kelly asked.
“Saleem, you know that things like that are not brought up in polite conversations, but if you must know, more than I like to think about.”
“Which makes me wonder even more, since we just had unprotected sex. How many? Scores? Hundreds?”
“Hundreds,” she screamed and then started crying. Through her whimpers, she said, “You don’t have to worry. I am tested monthly, and you’re the first since my last test, which was negative. Besides, today, is the first time in years I’ve had unprotected sex.”
Kelly was flabbergasted. Finally he said, “How many of the partners were your choice?”
“Maybe six . . . seven now.”
“You do this because you have to? Why don’t you leave?”
“I do this because I want to. Seldom was I unable to get into the mood or found my partner or the sex act distasteful. I like sex. They taught me to enjoy sex. I know I am a Nazi party whore, but the party is doing good things. They will save the world from ruination.”
Kelly wished he had a tape recorder to record this strange conversation. “You said you were engaged. What does your fiancée think of you sleeping around, or does he know?”
“Ha, isn’t that a laugh! He knows. He probably has a better count then me. He was my trainer in the youth camp. He took my virginity. He has arranged every encounter I have had, except this one, I wouldn’t be surprised if he suspects this. He isn’t really my fiancée. I wouldn’t marry him, he’s my handler. He stopped fucking me years ago. He’d rather watch me being fucked and masturbate, than do it himself anymore. In fact, he would be very disappointed that he didn’t get to watch us today, for you surely bring out the best in me, Saleem.”
Kelly was burning up. He had always been respectful of women and to his knowledge, so had Saleem. He was ready to hunt down this despicable creature. “Who is this handler of yours?” he asked.
“His name is Rudolf. I cannot tell you his last name, but I think he will be at the convention. You will meet him then.”
“Do you like him?”
Valerie thought about how much she despised Rudolf, but answered, “It doesn‘t matter. He made me what I am.”
Chapter 7
When Kelly returned to his office, he wanted desperately to tell Starbird what happened—at least what was said in Valerie’s suite. But he had visitors waiting—visitors he wanted to see—Rulan Naser and Imam Khan. Khan was from a nearby Mosque and was reputed to be a free thinking Muslim. Rulan had told him of Saleem’s history and that his brother and others believed Saleem to be a new prophet.
Rulan said, “Thank you for sparing my gulible brother, who deserved death, since he’d foolishly tried to kill The Chosen One.”
Kelly asked him, “Aren’t you Khalid Assad’s lieutenant, and if so, why didn’t you know about the attack?”
“I knew Assad wanted to kill you. I thought I talked him out of the idea, but when he sent me on a mission to Jedda, Assad took advantage of my absence and bullied Jamal into the assassination attempt.”
“Why shouldn’t I suspect that Assad sent you here to finish the job.”
“Because, my Lord, he can never order anyone to do anything again. He is dead, at my hands, for his evil betrayal. May the buzzards take his soul as they clean his bones. Not only am I in your debt but also my Imam and I wish to learn from you. We wish to know what is wrong with our once-vibrant society, why we Muslims are now one, only in name. We wish the wisdom of one who has sat beside Allah.”
The Imam spoke for the first time, “As you know, Islam was once a tolerant religion, but the Wahhabis and Fundamentalists are warping the minds of the young. Once infidel meant ‘non-believer.’ Now, to so many, it means ‘enemy,’ even as Jihad which once meant ‘struggle for goodness and religious purity’ has been convoluted to mean ‘holy war.’ We need someone who speaks with authority, to show us the way. We must dispel and discredit those who purposely lead us away from our religion for the sake of power.”
“I am but one man, what could I say?”
“We do not know, but unless we try, nothing will change. Allah has spoken to you. You know what he wishes. We can start with that,” replied the Imam.
Rulan jumped in, “I am now in charge of Free Arabia, the most focused terrorist organization on the Arabian sub-continent. I have convinced my associates to lay low until we hear what you propose. Your sponsor, Suhar, has spoken well of you and vouches for your authenticity, as does my brother. You need to tell us what we must do.”
“You are from Saudi Arabia, yet you are here with a Pakistani Imam in London. How do you two fit together?”
“It’s not so hard to understand when you realize that Rulan has lived here from the time he was eight until nineteen,” said Khan.
Rulan finished, “My biological mother is an English citizen of English/Bangladesh ancestry. After eleven years here, my Saudi father wanted to go back to Arabia to marry his fifteen-year-old second cousin. My mother refused to go back for two reasons. She was not willing to go back to so restrictive a society. More importantly, though she had put up with his infidelities through the years, taking a second wife, twenty-five years younger than she and forty years younger than my father, was the last straw. After nineteen years, my father divorced my mother, Islamic style, by saying ‘I divorce you,’ three times in collusion with three witnesses. She didn’t get anything except the London flat they lived in. My father is a wealthy man, yet he left my mother to fend for herself. I help her when I can and she’s doing all right. She has a decent job and a new man friend. Women are not as helpless as men think.”
Kelly smiled. “Women have never been helpless. They work within the system as best they can. In Islamic countries, laws and religious rules are stacked against them, almost beyond endurance, yet they persevere. This is one of the things which upsets Allah—the treatment of women as property. Imam Khan, you are from Pakistan. Don’t the women do most of the labor in the less cosmopolitan locations and yet only get to eat the scraps after the men have finished eating? That is why the death rate in Pakistan is one of the few countries in the world where men outlive women.”
“What else did Allah reveal to you?” asked Khan.
“Reveal, that’s a good way to put it, for Allah did not talk to me. No, his wishes merely appeared in my mind.”
“As they often did with Prophet Muhammad.”
“That is enough for now. Give me a few days more. I will provide you with a precise agenda of Allah’s wishes.”
* * * *
By the time Rulan and Khan left, it was five-thirty, everyone had gone. Kelly went next door through the secret compartment to see if Jane was there. She was ecstatic about his meeting, since it might give an opportunity to moderate the intransigent radical tilt of today’s Islam. “Fantastic. I’ll work on a set of objectives.”
“Whoa, wait a minute! This was my idea, and it’s my neck. I’ll be playing my own cards, thank you.”
“All right, what do you have in mind?”
“I’m not sure. Women’s rights are number one and education for the poor, not just indoctrination on the Qur’an, but a twenty-first century education. Until now, the clerics have made religion society’s number one economic enemy. We need to work on accountability. Superstitious Muslims view everything as good and evil. Nothing is random to t
hem, good comes from Allah, bad comes from the devil or his acolytes Israel, America, and the West. Not unlike like some Christians I know, or at least I used to know. Anyway, I didn’t come to talk about my meeting. I need to talk about my tryst.”
“Ah ha! I’m so jealous. Being jilted for Mariam was bad enough, but for a Neo-Nazi, harlot slut. That’s too much!”
Kelly was flustered. “Are you through? What about two nights ago?”
“That doesn’t count. How was it? She’s hot, I’ve seen her.”
“Not as good as you, but she’s good. She’s good because she’s been trained since puberty. She lost her virginity to her handler at nine. She’s been with hundreds of men. She is a Nazi party girl, a gorgeous plaything for the Nazi elite and regular members when it pleases her handler. She is not the only one. They have trained others too. There are two or three others left who are not hags or did not commit suicide. Valerie thinks she has survived because she enjoys sex. I think she’s obsessed with sex as a survival mechanism. When she is with a john she is so good that she dominates him, controls him.”