“If I find a girl 18 or 19, she is too young and too immature and would have made so much noise that he would have either divorced or killed her! If I would have found one 25 or thereabouts, she would have drove him crazy as they think they know everything at that age and that the world is at their feet. If I found one in her 30s, if she is not married by that time, something must be wrong with her, why will he want her? A divorced one, if her husband left her it means that she was not good enough for him, if that is the case who says that she will be good enough for him? If I found a widowed one, she ate her husband already who knows, she might follow suit?”
This made Mrs. Malvinsky blanch. The Rabbi did not notice and continued:

“You know what I recommend for somebody his age? To go after their best friends wife. If she is good enough for him she will be good for him!” 

“But, Rabbi, she is a widow!”

“Let’s pray child, he will need it!”

On the way up the hill if you could call it that, leading to the center of the village of Cologny, village on account of it being too small, Victor noticed a blue Alfa Romeo that he saw this morning when going to the bank. Then, he suddenly remembered that he saw the same Alfa yesterday. Are some people tailing him? Speeding up the small circuitous street leading to the village, Victor arrived at the roundabout in the center of the Village, where going left will bring you to the Castle on Route de La Capite and turning right will lead you in the back country; where after driving through one small village, you reached the Champ Dollon prison and then come to the French border crossing into Ambilly a town bordering Annemasse. But if you turn left there are small roads that enabled you to double back, circle the Cologny Golf course and come back to the Castle. Victor wanted to see if he lost the blue Alfa what were they going to do? Did they know his office address? So down shifting he came upon the roundabout and made a hard right almost clipping a wall that crowded the sidewalk. Both were equally small and powerful cars but the Lancia was unbeatable with its supercharged engine, being a four-wheel drive it gripped the road better and adhered to curves better than a regular front or back wheel drive! Accelerating on the small roads Victor saw the fixed radar some three hundred meters away, he immediately down shifted and lightly braked with his hand brakes without ever tapping his foot brakes, the ground gained before through the turning and twisting roads was quickly eaten up. The Alfa almost rear-ended the Lancia, which was now crawling at 40 km/h compared to the earlier speed of over a 100km/h, masking the view of the fixed radar, Victor suddenly floored it and veered into the drive way of a house. The Lancia almost tipped over and Victor had to literally stand on the brakes to stop the car from entering the house at the end of the driveway. Fortunately for him there was nobody at the house, no children playing, it was school time anyway, and no cars parked in the driveway. As soon as the car stopped, Victor put it in reverse and came back on the road.

Veering the little car through the sleeping villages and across the unmanned border, Victor arrived on the long stretch that saw cows crossing at any time. Remembering that, Victor started leaning heavily on his horn while pushing the little car faster. The climb up to the Col De La Faucille was an intense pleasure for Victor. The car seemed alive and an embodiment of his hands. Hugging the tight corners and using his hand brakes when the car was about to jump off the side of the mountain in the steep ravine, Victor arrived at the Chalet with five minutes to spare to 04h00. Right on time he thought. He had to help Mafoushka out so shaken was she with the drive. White faced and with a ramrod posture she walked head held high, hoping not to make an ass of herself, again, to the front door of the chalet.

Once inside, victor turned all the lights on, instructed her to get a fire going as it was cold in the early mountain mornings and to make same coffee. He then headed for yet another stack of faxes and telexes that came during the night. That is when he found out that he had some big problems.

“Calm down young Victor. What did you think; I will trust you with more than Five Billion Dollars just because you happen to have a good Idea? Are you so blind?”

“Now look here. The deal is off. Take your monies back.” Victor shouted.  

“Master Victor, shut the fuck up and listen carefully you small turd. It’s too late for you to turn back. You do so, you will be dead in 48 Hours. Go to the police. Who will believe a young guy with such a story? They will think that you are delusional and that you are on drugs! You put your ass in the slammer and your backers will get you even there!” 

Victor suddenly realized what he got himself into. Sensing the danger he just put his loved ones, his employees, his bank and himself into, Victor backed down.

Victor was really surprised! Claude was a proud Swiss banker, a serious guy! Being such a sexual deviant and a banker who was well known in the local community and well respected among his peers? Now, that was indeed most interesting to know!

“In her trade she happens to be very well known as she is big on domination and other things too vile to put to words!"
“Try me!”
Victor replied sensing a really juicy gossip and possibility coming his way. 
“Once when going home I saw that Peggy was busy. Peggy is my ex mother in law. Usually when she is busy, she plies her trade at home; she tapes a piece of red paper on the door. When I see it, I turn my back and go wait at the nearest café. This one time, she forgot. I opened the door and walked in. To my great surprise I witnessed Claude interacting with Peggy!” 
“So what’s the big deal then?”  
Victor asked when she remained silent for more time than necessary. 
“Hmm, Peggy was wearing high stiletto heels and a black leather outfit that revealed her private parts and her breasts. She was squatting over Claude and peeing all over him!”

“Oh!” 
“Yep and then, she stepped all over his member and his parts with her shoes! Up till now I still do not understand how he could support that pain! He was howling with pain laced with apparent pleasure. His face relished the punishment!”

The Kracht of the Rising Sun

Murder, power, trading, mafia, deceit, sex...

From Geneva, Tokyo, Hong Kong to New York, Munich and Singapore, the ultra rich and powerful come together to participate in one of the biggest hidden scams of the late eighties! 

Victor Peters had a simple plan: how to make a quick buck, but little did he know that from a figment of his imagination that might never have seen the light of day, his brain child was going to blossom and change the lives of untold and unsuspecting millions of people in the land of the Rising Sun, Europe and the US! 
 
People of all race, creed and Social levels, unite! Its your only chance against a ruthless International Conspiracy whose members are participating in the new International pass time: quick in, quick out, minimum exposure, maximum rewards! Collateral damage? Costs? Human lives? WHO CARES!
 
This is a story of greed, politics, money and its absolute power. This is a story of how absolute power corrupts and how living without it is nefarious for your health!
 
Welcome to the World of shady Swiss banking, international intrigue, wheeling and dealing at the highest level with profit as the only aim! Or is it?