Eggs Benedict with Bernaise Sauce

BERNAIS SAUCE WITH SCRAMBLED EGGS

A Sommers’ Tale of Political Intercourse

By Izzy Ess of Togetherness

Juan Pedro Weinstein piloted the big El Al’s.  This Sunday afternoon, with his co-pilot Sarah Leah Smythe, he was to fly from Berne, in Switzerland, to Manhattan, in New York, taking off at 1:00 pm.  He had to file a flight plan, early.  He woke his beautiful co-pilot, lying naked, sprawled supine beside him.  He looked at her great pulchritude and he was sorely tempted to awaken her with his stiff manhood, automatically stiff at wake-up times.  He stroked his staff and pulled the sleeping Sarah’s legs apart.  He felt for moisture and found her quite receptive, still asleep.  He mounted Sarah slowly, pushing in his throbbing weapon, sweetly and so deeply.  He hit her g-spot easily and stroked her clit so gently, then, with increased vigour.  Finally, she opened wide her eyes and legs and pushed right back at him as he began his thrusting.  A great big smile was his reward as he increased the pressure and the frequency of his strong thrusting, while Sarah squeezed down upon his woody, eh?  She tantalized him with her humming of Kohl Mikvah and he joined her.  Juan had matched her smile and melody.  Anon, they clenched their eyes tight shut and then began to grimace, grunt, perspire and hold each other very close.  The pleasure-pain took over and the dance became more vigourous.  Our Sarah screamed and then she screamed again.  Our Juan was holding tight and holding on and felt his manhood grow substantially before he, too, exploded and began to scream.  The door burst open.  A male and female cop from Interpol burst in and drew their guns before they started smiling and applauding.  They shut the door and dropped their guns and protective vests, their clothes and underwear.  Pierre la Salle and Blanche Diane Plechet, jumped on the couple on the bed and muffled all their screams with hands and feet and private parts.  Reciprocating, Juan and Sarah muffled screams by Blanche and her Pierre with hands and feet and private parts.  It looked like some wild animal with arms and legs all flailing with such strange and very guttural, though muffled, noises emanating from four orifices.  By 9:00 am, the quartette was all spent and hit the showers and got dressed, quite unabashedly.  The Interpol squad car was able to transport the flying couple to the tower, just in time for them to get a flight plan finalized and entered in the Windows programme of the flight controllers’ consoles and the Apple Pads of all the personnel, including those of Juan/Pierre and Sarah/Blanche, now friendlier, by far than ever!  Suddenly, a barking noise came from the airstrip.  The locator was pointing to the middle of the east-west runway, where before it pointed up to show the jets, above.  They all looked down to see a tall sheep herder with his waiting flocks.  He had a walkie-talkie in his hand and in the Bernese German dialect requested letting him, and all his sheep, traverse the runway for an access to the meadow to the north of them.  In Bern D’ootch, the controller barked permission and the herd of sheep was herded quickly to the meadow on the north side of the runway.  Suddenly, the shepherd and about an hundred sheep exploded with destruction of the tower, several aeroplanes and all the runways.  Only Juan survived by shielding with his new French friend, Pierre, and his soul-mate, the lovely Blanche.  Juan screamed when he saw Sarah sliced in half by shattered glass.  However, nonetheless, he clambered down the tower just before it crumbled in a heap of rubble, bodies and equipment.  He ran for safety, heading south, kayaking on the Aare River, to the Rhine, where he could access the North Sea, At Haverport, to get to Isle of Mann and then the Mediterranean big Sea, to Haifa, Israel and safety, there.  Back at Bern’s exploded airport scene, the sirens wailed to herald their emergency approach on fire trucks, ambulances and police cars, including those from CIA, KGB and Interpol.  Reporters and photographers arrived as water hoses were employed to quench the blazing fires.  Confiscating of the cameras and film and all electronic communicating devices was enforced by all the, agents of American and Russian Home Securities, who also obtained oaths of silence from just everyone, or shot them dead.  Another shepherd came to say he was ambushed a while ago.  He cried when he saw all his sheep, save three, in pieces lying here and there.  The HEADLINES read, SOME FAULTY WIRING CAUSED A TRAGIC FIRE/EXPLOSION, AT BERNE’S AIRPORT.  The story line was speculating that there was no evidence of terrorism…

THE END

© izzy sommers, md, Welland, Canada, July 26, 2013