Chapter 7 - Conference
Eddy Schumacher, John Lovelace and Dr. Baumann sat in leather chairs in
Eddy's luxurious office. Eddy served the drinks.
"I'm surprised you don't want to see her, John."
John shrugged.
"I was getting tired of the bitch anyway. All her goody two-shoe,
environmental bullshit! There's lots of pussy. You guys go wild. Sweat her good.
I've got my own little fucktoy. I admit it. It was a mistake marrying the cunt.
I was thinking with my dick."
He looked expectantly at Dr. Baumann.
"Well, Norm, what do you suggest?"
"I suggest we tell everyone that we're transfering Lisa out of the country
for treatment at an exotic foreign clinic that specializes in her disorder. Her
friends might be tempted to visit her, once they find out she's in the city. You
don't want her goody, goody two-shoe friends sniffing around."
Eddy and John listened carefully. Norman Baumann knew his stuff. Gratified
to have the complete attention of his audience, the learned Dr. Bauman
continued.
"We say that you're having her flown to this horrendously expensive, foreign
clinic for treatment. It makes you look like the caring husband. The plane takes
off to carry her abroad for her posh, deluxe treatment. A fake plane accident in
a small country where the American dollar is king. A fake death certificate from
the same fine country. A story about her being cremated and her ashes spread
over the ocean so that there's no physical evidence. After that, I can get you a
good price for her. She's prime!"
Eddy looked expectantly at John.
"What do you say, John? It'll make you a free man and turn a tidy profit!"
John spoke bluffly.
"It's good! The bit about solemnly scattering her ashes over the ocean is
real good. She was always dragging me to those trendy, fucking, greenie-weenie
fundraisers!"
It didn't really work for him, but he did his best to look soulful and
poetic.
"I'll tell 'em that she always wanted to be one with nature. Her goody
two-shoe friends can't say squat about that!"
He turned to Dr. Baumann.
"The only problem is that, if she's alive, she might pop up rather
embarassingly. Like when my first wife's body popped up in that swamp in New
Jersey, when I said that she was off visiting relatives and had just finished
talking to her on the phone. She'd been dead for weeks! How humiliatin'!"
Eddy chuckled fondly.
"That's how we met. I got you out of that one. This one's a cakewalk by
comparison. How do we keep her from showing up alive and squawking, Norm?"
Dr. Baumann spoke excitedly.
"The people I'd sell her to are into making snuff and torture movies, John.
They make very expensive movies for a very private, very select clientel.
They'll use her hard and then flush her like a turd down the toilet! They're
always looking for prime pussy and they pay top dollar."
John was very interested.
"You have any samples?"
Dr. Baumann grinned knowingly.
"It just so happens that I do."
He handed over a video labelled 'Pussy Magician' along with a few others.
John stood up. Everyone shook hands. John held up the tapes in one of his
massive hands.
"If these tapes are good, then we'll sell her lily white ass to these guys
like you say. If not, then we do everything the same up until the fake airplane
accident and fake death certificate. After that, we snuff her ourselves and
spread her ashes respectfully over the ocean."
John looked a bit wistful.
"Jesus! I wish I'd known you guys when I was snuffing my first wife!"
They all laughed genially...
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