'These have been young and smooth for four thousand years,' she purred.
'I offer them to you.'
She stepped out of the open golden sandals and her feet were slim and
neat. She parted the frontal split in the yellow skirts and held it so
that her lower body was exposed.
All her movements were slow and calculated. She was a clever actress.
'This- is the promise of eternal life.' She placed her right hand on her
dense honey-coloured pubic bush. 'I offer it to you.
He groaned softly and blinked the streaming sweat out of his eyes,
watching her avidly.
She undulated her hips, slowly and lewdly as an uncoiling cobra. She
moved her feet apart and opened her thighs. With her fingers she spread
the lips of her vulva.
'This is the gateway to eternity. I open it for you., Von Schiller
groaned aloud. No matter how often repeated, the ritual never failed.
Like a man in a trance he moved towards her. His body was thin, dried
out like a thousand-year-old mummy. His chest hair was a silver fuzz,
the skin of his sunken belly was folded and wrinkled, but his pubic hair
was dark and thick as the hair on his head.
His penis was huge, out of all proportion to the skinny old frame from
which it dangled. As she moved slowly to meet him it filled out and hung
at a different angle, and of its own accord the wizened foreskin peeled
back to reveal the massive purple head beneath it.
'On the stele,' he grunted. 'Quickly! On the stone.'
She turned her back to him and knelt upon the stone, watching him over
her shoulder as he came up behind her.
Her buttocks were round and white as a pair of ostrich eggs.
elm and his men worked late that night in the Pegasus workshop, making
the wooden crates to house both the stele and the coffin securely. At
dawn the next day they were loaded on to one of the heavy trucks,
cushioned with thick 'rubber matting and strapped down on to specially
fitted cradles.
At his own suggestion Nahoot rode in the back of the truck, which would
take just over thirty hours to cover the long and arduous journey to
Addis Ababa. The Pegasus Falcon was standing on the airport tarmac when
the dusty truck trundled out through the security gates and parked
beside it.
Von Schiller and Utte Kemper had made the journey in the company
helicopter. General Obeid was with them. He had come to wish them all
revoir and Godspeed.
While the wooden crates were loaded into the jet, Obeid spoke to the
waiting Customs officer. He stamped the documents clearing the two cases
of 'Geological Samples' for export, and then discreetly retired.
'Loaded and ready to start engines, Herr von Schiller,' said the
uniformed Pegasus chief pilot, saluting.
Von Schiller shook hands with Obeid and clambered up the boarding
ladder. Utte an& Nahoot Guddabi followed him. The rings under Nahoot's
eyes were even darker and deeper than usual. The journey had come close
to exhausting him entirely, but he would not let the wooden cases out of
his sight.
