Goiterstein Three

Der II gets some female company!

 

 

     Dr. Dan Goiterstein was almost ready, ready to jolt another life out of dead flesh.  He had already hooked up the jumper cables to his spare car battery and all he needed to do was hook up the two clamps on the other end to the neck bolts which protruded from either side of the lovely, gracefully-curving neck of his newest creation, which he would call Miss Wood.  Miss Wood had been made simply to keep his male creation Der II happy and away from singles bars.  It seemed that Der II was feeling his oats, so in order to keep Der II from going crazy with artificial lust, he had agreed to make Miss Wood.  He had followed Der II’s directions to the letter.  He’d sewed a fine backside and mammoth jugs onto Miss Wood’s body.  He hoped Der II would like what he saw or else some bar-hopping ladies were in for the shock of their lives, for Der II was 7 ft. tall, had green skin, and walked like a pregnant lumberjack.  If Der II thought himself a ladies man he would soon learn the awful truth: he was a hideous-looking, cobbled together, staggering joke to women.  Goiterstein couldn’t let Der II be humiliated like that, for Der II had no shot, so he’d agreed to build a woman for Der II. 

 

 

     He made the connection to Miss Wood’s neck and waited for the sheet covering her to move, indicating life.  Suddenly there was movement and the doctor removed the jumper cables from the car battery and then pulled off the sheet.  Miss Wood sat up, naked, and looked around.  She was beautiful, at least her face.

 

     Der II caught sight of her and yelled, “Wow, good job doc, she hot!”

 

     Miss Wood stared at Der II and said, “What a pile of ugly he is!”

 

     Der II looked devastated.  “Way go doc, you made woman who think Der II un, un, how you say, unattractive!”

 

     Miss Wood answered, “Not just unattractive, damn ugly and dumber than a post!”

 

     Goiterstein interjected, “Now Miss Wood, there’s no reason to be cruel; give Der II time to grow on you.”

 

     Miss Wood replied, “Oh, he’ll grow on me, huh?  Sort of like a fungus!”

 

     Der II responded, “There no way Der II marry that witch!”

 

     Miss Wood responded, “Marriage?  To him?  You’ve got to be kidding.  Get real!”

 

     Der II shot back, “Oh, you know about real; real witchy!”

 

     Goiterstein had to put a stop to this, “Look, let’s all have some beers and calm down.”

 

     He knew how badly alcohol effected Der II, but he had to take that chance.  The first time Der II had some beer, he had turned into a b*****d, but hopefully that had just been a one-time occurrence.”

 

     Miss Wood asked, “What is beer?”

 

 

     They each had plenty of beer, and the alcohol was affecting each of the doctor’s creations badly.  Both of his creations already had guzzled several, when all of a sudden, Miss Wood jumped up on the table where they were sitting, started stripping off her clothes, and her pieced-together body was not a pretty sight.  But Der II didn’t seem to mind, he was even asking Dr. Goiterstein if he had any dollar bills he could borrow to encourage Miss Wood to go even farther.

 

     “Yeah, Der II like, take it all off, baby!”

 

     Dr. Goiterstein knew it had gone far enough, so he said, “I think it’s time to say goodnight.”

 

     Der II came unglued, saying, “Say goodnight?  Der II think just get to the good part.  Der II say no way!  There more beer?”

 

 

     Dr Goiterstein cringed and cursed himself for giving both his creations alcohol, for what little common sense either might have had, had disappeared faster than the beer.  He’d had to leave the room when Miss Wood and Der II had started to fondle one another.  Now he waited outside their closed door for them to make an appearance.  Just then, the door flew open and Miss Wood appeared, yelling,

     “How disgusting; how could I have slept with him?  What a mistake!  Could someone give me a ride home?  Oh, I live right here.”

     Der II came out of the door next, saying to Miss Wood, “Der thank you.  Der II call you!”

 

 

     Dr. Dan Goiterstein took comfort in the fact there would be no more artificially-created people, leastwise not by him.  He’d had so much trouble with the two he’d already created, Der II and Miss Wood.  Der II got uncontrollable, and Miss Wood became easy, when they consumed alcohol.  Give Der II a couple of beers, and he turned into some kind of monster.  Give the same to Miss Wood, and she was liable to whip out her t**s, which, to put it mildly, was not easy on the eyes.

 

 

     As he was just sitting there relaxing, Miss Wood came into the living room, and said she had something to tell him.  Dr. Goiterstein told her to go ahead.  She told him it was painful to admit, but she and Der II had gotten together, and there would soon be another mouth to feed.

 

     The doctor was completely thrown for a loop, and yelled, “How could you be so stupid?  How are you going to support a child?  In one night of careless pleasure, you’ve thrown you life away, daughter!”

 

     She replied, “Oh Father, I never meant to hurt you; please, try to understand!”

 

     Goiterstein shook his head, and responded, “Oh, I only want what’s best for you.  Der II may be my creation, but he’s a loser a*****e.  You’ll never get him to step up and take responsibility!”

 

     “How do you know?  Maybe he’ll surprise you.”

 

 

     “What; you’re what?” was Der II’s response after she’d told him.  “How can Miss Wood be sure, maybe Der II not father.”

 

     “Come on Der II, how many other creations do you see here?” Miss Wood replied.

 

     Der II then said, “Der II only with Miss Wood one night.  How Der II know there no other guys?”

 

     “Der II, you’re the only one I’ve ever been with!” she cried.

 

     “So Miss Wood say.  If you prove, then Der II daddy.  If not prove, Der II not screwing up life!”

 

 

     Dr. Goiterstein couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned, thinking about the upcoming birth of his first grandchild.  Der II and Miss Wood were no longer speaking to each other.  Most of the problem seemed to arise from the fact Der II and Miss Wood had nothing in common but being cobbled together out of dead people.  Der II wasn’t very bright, due to Goiterstein taking the brain from some dude who must have been a total moron when living.  He couldn’t string long words together, and his best were nothing but curse words.  Man, could he ever swear a blue streak.  Miss Wood, on the other hand, was a good speaker, and semi-polite, except when she had first come awake, and after consuming alcohol for the first, and only time.  That had led to the conception of the soon-to-be child.  Together, they made a terrible match.  Der II had sworn he wasn’t the father, even though there was no one else Miss Wood could have possibly been with.  They weren’t even on speaking terms.

 

 

     At last the day had arrived; Der III had been born.  Upon his arrival, Goiterstein had been overcome with emotion.  His first grandchild!  Der III looked up as Goiterstein held the child, and smiled.

 

 

     Der II was angry.  He was a father.  Even though he had told Miss Wood he probably wasn’t the child’s father, he knew the truth.  It sure made things more complicated.  He wasn’t prepared to be responsible for a child.  Still, he felt a surge of emotion whenever the child was near.  He knew if he admitted responsibility, he could kiss his wild partying days goodbye.

 

 

     Miss Wood answered the knock upon her door, and opened it to find none other than Der II standing there.

 

     “What do you want?” she asked, rather sarcastically.

 

     “Ah, Der II like to talk,” he replied.

 

     Miss Wood then said, “Oh, okay, come in.”

 

     Der II moved past her, and sat nervously on the couch.  “Der II love what you do to place,” he said.

 

     “What do you want?” asked Miss Wood.

 

     Der II got a pained expression on his face and said, “Look, Der II most likely the father.  Der II not sure can do it, but Der II want us to be family.  Der II ask you to take him back.”

 

     He had completely taken her by surprise.  “Der II, are you sure?”

 

 

     They were making a go of it, Der II, Der III, and Miss Wood were a family.