The light was dim in the salon, and by the entrance were some
hoary mature ladies with plump faces, lurid lipstick and blonde hair, smelling
of camphor in white coats. "Where did you buy that beef?",
one was asking.
"I don't know if my daughter's asleep yet," complained another.
"What am I going to do with him, when he spends all my money?", a third
inquired.
"I'll probably buy those kitchen units. You know how our place looks."
"He gives me a sap now and again, but he doesn't mean it.
He's not basically nasty."
"I don't know about you, but I don't know..."
I listened to the women standing by the entrance. Night-time
Prague droned and roared.
I took a firm grip of the kid without the hat.
Torturing the old lady satisfied me only for a short time. I start looking
round for other victims. And as luck would have it..along the pavement comes
a young, strong and smiling man. This isn't an opportunity to chuck away.
He's wearing a nice hat. It looks practical as well. It would be useful,
and help to protect me from the occasional stones that some of my victims hurl at me.
It was just a matter of seconds getting the red hat. I came closer to the lad.
He looked up. His face twisted in a grimace of horror.
“Your cap,” I’ve shrieked with a squawky voice. He handed it to me right away. I took it and put it on my head.
Not bad! But to let him go just for a cap? That would get you off the hook too easily.
Shall I just let him off with the loss of hat?
That would be too easy for you, kiddo!. "Where are you going?"
I croaked, and sulpherous smoke from my jaws obscured the boyish face.
"Nowhere special, just taking a trip!" The boyish face called from the cloud of smoke.
"Where on a trip?", burning lava dripped from jaws.
"Well - just round the corner actually - I'm going to the
massage parlour!", the chap shouted innocently. His insolence annoyed me.
"Youth today!, " I spat. The spit sizzled on the pavement.
Suddenly I had a diabolical idea. I took the young man's shoulder firmly in my claw.
"Show me this sink of vice," I demanded.
"Now go and bring me all the customers in the rooms.
I'll show them what's what."
In a short while the customers were all present and correct:
And each face prettier than the next! ...Well my fine fellows,
are you interested in a massage?
Mikva will provide you with a special HORROR MASSAGE
Chachacha!!!
But guys, where are you all off to so fast? Don't run away. You won't escape Mikva
anyway!
There there, don't be scared, don't scream, Mikva will just tickle you a little
with her claws and horsehair, and breathe a little sulphur on you.
You see, I 'm not so bad. But I'll just relieve you of your wallets if
you don't mind. After all, they were only weighing you down. Let's see what you've
got in them...Well, there you are...good old Mikva steals from the rich and
steals from the poor, she isn't unfair...You should have been at home by now anyway,
I'm sure there's something interesting on the TV. You say no? But never mind, you can go home now.
Only this way please, via the sewer. Massage in the water is terrific. The rats will tickle you with
their tails...
There you go then, d'you like it?
The way to the sewer is straight and not too thorny. Jump in quick.
Fetid water gives a great massage. Chachacha. So let's put the lid back
nice and tight on the sewer, so the gentlemen won't be slipping back out.
And it's done. Don't whinge and whine! Be glad you've got away with your lives.
Mikva the Appalling spreads her wings and flies up from the sewer
towards the stars...