The Limp entered room 1107 and through the slightly open door of the cupboard where I was hiding I saw why they called him the Limp, one leg was noticeably shorter than the other. The short heavy set man scanned the room with his dark eyes. Seeing the door of the cupboard not entirely closed he shut it with his shoulder and I was in total darkness. Hearing them talk and him getting undressed, I pulled the tiny Nikon camera from my back pocket and waited for sounds of love making before trying to squeeze the door open again.
“So Mr Conrad Cow, are your ready?” I heard Clean Mary ask in a menacing tone of voice.
“Yes, Mistress, the Limp replied.
“Get on your knees and put your head on the bed.”
“You were late for our appointment, Conrad. You will be punished.”
“Yes, please, Mistress.”
I heard the whip come down on bare flesh and I shivered. The Limp whimpered. Centimeter by centimeter I pushed the door open until the opening was wide enough to take pictures of the couple. On the screen of the camera I only saw what they let me see: Clean Mary standing tall over a naked man with his torso on the bed, arms outstretched, with his head turned away from me, facing the wall and his backside high up in the air. The whip came down again and I shot a picture. And another and then a few more, but they were no good because The Limp obviously could not be recognized by his bum and hairy balls. I needed a mug shot, I needed a picture of his face. For our blackmail purposes. Would his wife recognize him by his bum and balls?
“Turn around,” Clean Mary ordered and when Conrad turned I finally saw his face. He had a face like a mask. I looked again and saw that the naked Limp wore a Napoleon Bonaparte mask. His dark eyes glimmered and I immediately realized he had seen me. He jumped up from the bed, took of his mask and let an almost inhuman cry fill the room as he ran towards me. I quickly took another picture and then, just when he reached for my throat, I violently slammed the door in his face. He screamed and his face got so red that he fell on the floor. At that moment the back-up team from next door rushed into the room, led by Siegfried Schulz, the boss, followed by Old Bill, wielding a knife, and Giant carrying a full length leather coat that he tactfully handed to Clean Mary to put on. He escorted her out of the room, while Siegfried slapped the Limp in the face and told him to wake up.
“You're in the wrong place, my friend, you better leave. You better go back to where you came.” The Limp moaned and groaned, he looked like he'd been through a monkey wrench. He regained consciousness and quickly covered his groin.
“Please what's wrong, what's exactly the matter?” Conrad Cow gabbled.
“What would your darling wife say if she received in the mail the pictures we just made of this elevating piece of theater you performed with our Clean Mary?”
Siegfried held the poor man down with his knee on his chest and a hand around his throat. The Limp had trouble breathing. “I'd sure hate to be you on that dreadful day,” the boss added and laughed. Siegfried Schulz bent over and whispered in his ear: “You leave town today, Limp, you and your sorry little gang of losers, and never ever come back. If you do, I'll tear you limb from limb.”