The Charm of the Soliciting and the Status of the Charming

The Beneficiaries of the Precarious Attitude

”No it's Harold,” Steve proclaimed. “He's the one who usually becomes extremely arrogant as soon as there's a female about whom he then seems to be parting with.”

“That old man? ... I didn't notice that about him.”

“Oh, it's because he hides that arrogance as soon as he can by making himself seem to be an ordinary fellow. I dare say he isn't anything but a stud who wishes he could take all the ladies there are, but then again also one who almost always fails to gain even sympathy for his outbursts.”

“I always thought it was Peter who was the worst guy in that sense.”

Steve sighed. “No, Anton, but Peter is on the other hand the guy who can actually get their sympathy for it although it doesn't seem that way. But it's Harold who is too extreme for even them to like.”

“Oh really? I felt Peter was the stud to actually go too far. ...”

“That's on the surface! It's not the reality of the people involved! By the way, it's Suzanne who always has it that Peter is smart at defending you, and thereby having him seem to be the victim and not you.”

“Yeah,” Anton answered. “I guess she really wants me to seem to be piggy-backing him or something?”

“Probably. ... But the problem is Harold in that once he has burst out against you, he will forever proclaim it to be his goddamn right to continue doing that by threatening you to do it again, to the extent she doesn't very obviously think he's arrogant.”

“How do you mean he can do that?”

“Once he finds it in himself to be at least something of a favourite for someone of the opposite gender, he can succeed in telling them that he is opposed to anything that is against them, it seems.”

“OK, I see. I gather that the fat girl and Suzanne especially have it that he is their favourite, then. Right?”

“Yeah, that's right. Suzanne and Mary both pretend that for him. By believing them, he can portray himself as the more innocent man than someone he scolds without good reason.”

“And how about for Peter, are they doing it for him as well?”

“Yeah, I think that's they as well, and also that precarious Cecilia.”

“Alright, then, perhaps it's both of them just the same. Because I feel that although Harold might be the real argument against getting along with us for them, they also might be affected by Peters influence on them. In the long run the Peter thing is probably more important just the same, even. Or do you mean somehow that it's Harold who even in that respect is the worse peril for us who want to get along with the ladies even without ever having to manipulate them. Is that what you mean?”

“Yes, Anton, that's just about my opinion about it.” Steve said.
  

The Precarious Dilemma of the Well Situated

Anton and Emma were dating, as they had been for the past seven years. It was not Emma's problem that Anton felt as if he had ben cheated on by her, since she wasn't into that they were more than just dating. But to him, this seemed to be an absolute deal of her being the superior. He felt that he was rather humiliated, as though he was an imbecile, by her attitude about him.

“How come,” she asked, “don't you feel up to having it on the go that you and I have a relationship that shows us to be responsible about relationships?”

He fumbled a bit before answering. “I don't believe that you are into a relationship that we can be into presenting without that being seen as the sort of thing that one should not respect!”

“I don't like that kind of attitude in you!” she retorted.

“What do you want me to tell people about us?! That you and I have a relationship and that all is well between us and that you are the best girl for that kind of relationship?! It seems rather sstupid to say a thing like that!”

“Why do you say so?!”

“Because I don't feel we're into something trustworthy or something else worth pretending about!”

“I'm not asking you to be pretending about it!”

“Then why do you ask if we couldn't be presenting it as though we were happy with each other?!”

“Why!?”

“Yeah, why, Emma!”

“It's because you and I were never into a relationship in the first place, since we were just dating!”

“How come you feel that it's not into this we would have to be in order to later say something about ourselves?”

“Because I don't feel you're being polite in that you're saying to me that you're into other guys beside myself!”

“Oh, it's that side of it all! Then you should try to find a way to pretend as if something about how to start a relationship with me.”

“I don't want to!”

“Then how come you don't try to be into pretending as if something about the smartness for seeing it in me to be there for the people I like to be there for?!”

“Why should I?”

“Because I feel there's no problem with that you and I don't try to be into one another as though there wasn't some cunning about having a relationship in the first place!”

“Oh, so you mean that's you who'd be into the right cunning now!?”

“I can presume you really don't think so, then, or what?”

“Yeah, I think you can presume that about me! And I feel like an imbecile by being at your side!”

“I don't feel you're being an idiot since you're trying to be by my side for all this time!”

“So what?! I feel like an imbecile with you, and that's what matters to me!”

“I don't feel you're into pretending as if something about this relationship. So I feel we should end it now!”

“How come?!”

“Because we are both into not pretending as if something about trying to be into something good. Or is that you who are into pretending I'm into that this relationship should have started before this discussion!?”

“I don't find it in me to be complementing you on that!”

“I don't believe that you are for real, and that's in the first place!”

“I didn't expect you to! I just wanted to be for real for a while without that meaning being into an actual pretension about being for real!”

“I don't find that kind of attraction in any man nowadays!”

“I don't believe you!”

“Then look at me go!” With that she rose to leave.
  

The Whore Interrogations

People were disguising the way Carrie was behaving. It wasn't about her bad-ass attempts to pretend whoring was about trying to be good at finding oneself mature, because they were all quite used to it by now. But there was an arrogant edge to her behaviour lately.

“Why,” someone asked, “did she try to behave as though she had been cunning about prostitution, so much more than that black-haired friend of hers?”

“How come,” someone else asked, “ did she try to runover that red-haired girl Tanya, about her tricks to stay in the business?”

“Maybe it's because she's dating that old guy Harold,” someone broke in.

Eve (who was also a prostitute) listened to their conversation. She felt surprised that everyone else, too, had noticed this about Carrie. “Do you,” she asked, “have any idea how she came to hook up with that old stud?”

“I think it's because she felt too inferior without it!” a blond girl answered her.

“It's time we acted out against her,” someone said.

“And how can we do that?” Eve asked.

“Perhaps by visiting her!”

One of the girls giggled a little, the rest sat silent for a few moments.

“What are you giggling about?!” a black girl interrogated her.

“Oh, nothing.”

The black girl just sighed and looked around her. None of the others cared to give her an answer. Instead, one girl broke in and said: “Alright, I know where she lives! ... or where she used to live that is. ... I don't know were she is staying if she's sort of moved in with Harold.”

“Oh,” the black girl said, “I think I know where his place for such business is!”

A brunette said: “I know that place too. Or at least I think it's the same one!”

Eve said to herself that she too could guess which place she had meant. “I want to go there if some of you others are.” she proclaimed.

The black girl said she wanted to, but since no one knew for sure if they were there, perhaps it was better to wait until after rush at the lunch hour. Someone broke in that not even the lunch-hour rush was much of a rush nowadays. “Business has going downwards, you know!”

Eve said that she agreed, and that she would prefer to go right away, and then perhaps those who stayed would have a better chance to catch their clients.

Not that same black girl but another one, and a few more girls agreed with her. The girl who had talked about business going downwards said: “Let's go there right now!” Two of the other girls said they agreed, and then Eve and that other black girl did too.

They checked each other about where they expected it to be, and all but one had thought of the same place. So they agreed to all go to the apartment where most of them had met with him, and left for it.

But when there, they found Harold, but not her. He said he hadn't seen her for about four months, which was longer than any of the five people who visited him.

Harold also turned to the only guy in the company and said: “Do you find yourself attractive now, that you aren't a cop's client!?”

The guy looked at him with an air of mixed anger and contempt. “Why do you ask?!”

“Because you seem to find yourself very attractive in those ladies' company!” he said.

“No I don't,” the other man retorted. “But I do find myself attractive enough not to be prejudged by someone like you!”

“I presume that comes from someone who thinks that he never should be put aside by ladies at all?”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I find you an immature man to keep company with them without pretending to be really something for them!”

“How is that?”

“Because you are,” Harold said, “ you don't find yourself insecure in their company, that's why.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean you really think you're something of a stud for women who are into say8ing that they want you, that's all!”

“I don't think I know where you're coming from.”

“I can't see it in men that are not of my sort that they stand for anything but taking females for granted as their sex tools, that's all!”

“Is that 'all' for you!?”

“Yes, that's all! And you aren't the man to take for granted that he should never be taken as an absolute fool when he falls for actually having the same arguments for having women as he does for having himself seem to be smart at staying adapted to their smart attitudes about men's cravings!”

The other man took this as a fairly severe insult. “I don't see were why you think that of me!” he answered.

“I don't find it in me to look at you as an attempted man even, although I feel that you think you are superior!”

Two of the girls giggled at this. Eve didn't. But she felt that they had the right to giggle about it, since Harold was mostly accusing the guy of his own faults.

After a sort while then, the girls decided to go back.

After returning, they asked the others there about that place were Carrie dwelled usually. The black girl who had said she knew said that she could show them the house, and that if she was there, then she also now felt like speaking to her. Soon after they all went there in a cab.

When there, they ringed the doorbell and she opened.

“Oh, hi you all!” she said with an attempted smile.

The black girl was the first to speak: “How come you've become so arrogant, Carrie!?”

“Do you mean arrogant with my friends or arrogant about my company for the day at times?!”

The black girl squinted at her. “Huhh?!” she burst out. The others too felt a bit nonplussed.

“I don't feel that anything is about being in my company or not,” Carrie said “while you bitches seem to think I'm always trying to score or something!”

“What do you mean by that?” the other black girl asked.

“Ohh, it's you bitches seem to think I'm really finding myself at home with your asses, while on the other hand I'm not really having it you're out for the good time I am!”

“What?!” Eve burst out, feeling very angry at her.

Now Carrie smiled. She smiled scornfully. And she continued smiling until she had said, looking at Eve: “And you bitch, are the one to know it all, or something, right?!”

Eve was a bit chocked at this, as she found it, rather weird insinuation. “I'm not trying to know it all, nor am I trying to be anything but your friend here!”

Carrie smiled again. Now she even broke out into smug laughter.

The man of the company visiting her then spoke: “If you're being such a bitch for trying to insult everyone, then how come you aren't there at the Sunshine House with them anymore?!”

She laughed. “Sunshine,” she repeated. “The only time I've seen the sun shine there is the few times I've gotten money for being laid with a stud who had a car and a villa, but who still preferred me before his wife and kids!”

Now the man squinted at her. “But how come, then,” he interrogated, “do you not go there in order to experience it again?”

“It's because I have a man now! It's a man that you bitches should never come near, nor fancy as much as I!”

He looked around at the five girls he had followed there. All of them stood there silently for the few seconds that took him to do so. Then he said: “What the fuck do think you're dealing with?! Do you think that man who is in there isn't a manipulator and that you should be afraid of him?”

Now Carrie squinted back. “No, I don't feel he's inferior, the way you have those bitches make me feel that I am!” While speaking she indicated the black girl who knees where she was and two of the others.

Eve felt lucky not to be one of them. The hate in this girl's eyes was immense. She could not explain it for herself, but she wondered if those three (or perhaps actually she and all the other whores too) were somehow doing something to her - or had been. She felt that she herself hadn't, and not even that black girl and the two others, she felt, were quite likely to have done her much harm.

While she was thinking, one of the girls she had targeted said: “I don't think you're into something that is of any use for our harmony and that's the purpose of the House of Sunshine!”

Carrie looked at her with an air of caring for their business. But she shook it off. Then she attempted to pretend that the girl was insinuating that they should be staying close to each other as though they were attracted to each other. She did so by taking her hand and saying that she was assuming that she meant that their friendship now was over.

The girl hardly reacted to this. Instead, she just looked at her in astonishment.

After that Carrie looked at the others. “So how many of you want to be at place for this stuff?” she asked.

Eve and the others stood there and felt nonplussed. After a few seconds, one of the girls said: “We want you to come home with us!”

Carrie looked at her. Now she felt reassured that this girl was into having a status of being someone to relate to as her associate of being simply a girl of the streets. “I don't feel at all like having any relationship with you guys,” she retorted.

But before leaving, the six of them requested of her to let one or two of them inspect her hut. She let Eve and one of the other girls do so. Eve saw that the man resembled Harold, and the other girl looked at her knowingly. Then she also indicated for her to keep silent by glancing towards Carries right hand, where Eve also glanced, then. It was holding a gun.

Eve said: “Is there anything in particular that we should know about this place before we leave?”

Carries guy answered: “No there isn't! And now why don't you two bitches just piss off?!”

Carrie said: “I would like you to know that I am not alone in my business anymore! I would also dare you to come here and ruin it for me!”

Eves companion for the visit said: “Why do you feel it is so important to inform us that you ahve a business of your own now?!”

“Because you bitches are all I want to have to say anything to that is about sex and affairs with old gentlemen, so to say!”

“Can we go now?” Eve's companion asked.

She smiled smugly and lowered her gun. Then she hissed: “Yeah, OK, go bitches.”
  

Harold's Business

After they left the cabin, Eve asked the other girl if she knew the name of the man who had looked a lot like Harold.

“No, I'm not sure; I think it's Chris. Anyway, I'm pretty sure about that he is Harold's half-brother.”

“Oh, so it was that! I figured something like it! ... But can you actually be really sure about it?”

“Yeah, ... I can be sure in that he indicated him for me while pumping gas a petrol station. He said the man in the mack was his half-bro'.”

While they spoke, a new cab arrived, and they all entered it. Eve sat herself in the lap of the girl she had entered the cabin with. While the cab started she asked her: “Cecilia, how do you feel about studying the movements of Carrie, Chris and Harold?”

“Why?” Cecilia asked.

“Because, I believe their into a conspiracy against our way of viewing things.”

Cecilia sighed. “Sort of, I can say to that,” she answered.

“Do you mean that we should see to it that they don't get away with it then, Cilia?”

“I guess we could try to break them down. ... And OK, then we might really need to study them first. ... Do you know what? I think Harold is all about trying to impress women and girls with his contacts! You see, one of the first times I met him, he introduced me to another pimp!”

The man of the company looked at her. “And how come you didn't tell me about it?”

She giggled. “I didn't feel there was any nuisance in not telling you!”

“Oh, I feel now that I have to study them too,” he said, almost without resentment towards Cecilia.

Both Cecilia and Eve looked at him and Cecilia said: “Alright then, Burt, let's go for it, shall we!”

He looked solemnly the two of them. After a while he said: “Alright, I'll help you do it tomorrow!”

“Why not tonight?”

“Cecilia, we don't have to manage immediately taking care of all things about that slut and the two studs! If I say tomorrow, then it's tomorrow it will be!”

She sighed but said she agreed.

The next day the three of them and two more girls started planning a strategy for spying on the Harold and his associates. Before that, Burt had interrogated his girls about them - especially Harold. The plan he presented was mostly to lay low, but to observe them loving to pretend to be his. This was for two of the girls something that seemed too inappropriate to be doing. He scolded them for this, and said that he'd get back to teaching them how to manage to feel that way later.

Dirty Contacts

The next day, Cecilia and Eve went back to see Harold and told him that he was too adequate to be seen as the guy who should have to think they did not like his company. Cecilia proclaimed that she actually adored him for introducing her to that other pimp a few years ago. Harold seemed content and responded that he could introduce her to one more of them if she liked.

Eve fell for the thought of fancying them. After a while she said solemnly: “I also could use another pimp on the side! How about the three of us go and visit one right away?”

“Alright! Is it that you prefer the same alternative pimp or pimps,. or should you have partly separate introductions?”

Cecilia sighed and said that she would prefer a partly separate introduction, but that she thought Eve fancied having the same as she.

“I', not too sure about it!” Eve said. “Perhaps we could both go to separate parties and then have our separate finds be compared and possibly I or she could change her mind?”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I think some of them would be OK with that! But not all of 'm! I advice you girls to be careful. Some of the guys could be really dangerous at times!”

“I know,” Eve said. “But what I also want is to be able to judge a man before trusting him!”

“Even so you really need to take care not to make him fancy you as his, but still to be able to have his fantasies go for you as the girl or girls who simply might be good for his stable of girls!”

Eve looked at him. “OK, I'll take care to do that!” she told him.

“How about,” Cecilia asked, “You and I figure out a pimp that does gigolo business as well. Then simultaneously, perhaps, you can have Eve shown an ordinary pimp - if you have some friend or relative who can show her that stuff!”

Eve looked shocked. “How come I don't get to see the guys with the gigolos as well!?”

“Because,” Cecilia retorted, “You are always after my breasts or something!”

Eve glared at her. “No, you bitch, I'm just fancying them for the sake of the morals of having you seem fit for a relationship! It's not that I don't fancy guys or something!”

Harold chuckled a little. “I can have you both see one pimp each who does gigolos as well as whores! I can even arrange those two meetings at once, probably. But I have to check with my acquaintances for it.”

Eve was relieved. Cecilia looked at her, then at him. “Alright,” she said, “then let's hope that works out for us!”

“Yeah, let's,” Harold said.
  

The Business Strategy of Showing Care for Pretend Status

Meanwhile, Steve and Anton were discussing the state of things to come for their business, which was about selling used cars.

“First of all,” Steve supposed, “the brothel near us will perhaps seize to bring in very many customers, as they, due to the competition from Internet porn and so, tend to be selling less and less.”

Anton agreed. He also said: “Their clientele is changing, too, I think, with a larger proportion rich men, I think - too rich, fairly easily, to prefer the used cars we sell, before new ones.”

“I see,” Steve answered. “So, in other words we're in for a continued downward season, if things don't change for the whore house!”

“I propose that we therefore see them as our friends, and not as we have been, as the enemies of our business!”

“Yeah, I suppose we could! But, how?”

“By introducing males who don't feel up to being flattered by those prostitutes into being it anyway! And we could be striking a deal with the brothel people about being paid for giving them clients!”

“Great!” Steve burst out. After a brief reflection on the issue he asked: “Is there any special asset of such potential whore customers for us that you know about?”

“No, not really. But I think we have something fairly good at the pharmacy, because there they go to fetch their medicine if they're too poor for getting it directly from a physician!”

Steve looked thoughtful and bluntly hopeful for a while before answering: “OK, then, Anton!”

Five days later Steve went to the brothel to speak to its head mistress. She let him in and said that she was almost not interested in their deal. “Because, as used car salesmen you are likely to seem to be cheating everyone in the first place, and the might even make it bad for our business to have!”

Steve sat uneasily in the chair opposite to her. But then he proposed: “How about you and we go into a deal about them selling automobiles and then also gaining money enough to by your goods?!”

She thought for a while. “”Do you think that the used cares will be sold by them, actually?”

Steve looked at her. “Yes, I think they will. I think they won't be disappointed by the fact that you have girls here who are totally fantastic about how they treat a man to be able to view himself as the prince of all manhood - or something!”

Again, she thought for a while. “Alright, then!” she said after that. “Perhaps we could strike a deal about them coming here and also introducing others to how we can treat them as men and not only as the child that she wants them to be viewed as, that wife or so he has!”

Steve smiled at this. “Great!” he answered.
  

The Attempt to Seem Misguided

“It's all about Eve, isn't it?!” Harold proclaimed.

“No,” Carrie said. “It's just the she seems to be in the middle of it all! Rather, it's about your failure to seem innocent in the context of presenting them for each other!”

“Oh, my! So you say they seem to be into judging me as the one to blame! Are you sure?”

“Fairly sure, old stud!”

“I can't see why they wold be into seeing that as an attempt to be reproducing bad habits for them - even though I can see that it can fairly easily be defined as such!”

“In that respect, it seems like their mistress or someone has had you seem bad!”

Harold nodded. His half-brother looked at him and said: “It's all about the money for her, Harold! You better see to it that she cannot blackmail us again about it!”

“I bet,” Carrie burst out, “that for her, it's all about trying to commit herself to the notion of herself as the sincere one of the business!”

Harold looked thoughtful for a while. “I bet,” said at last, “she and her pimps have it there's not any solution to the problems of the girls missing out on their benefits unless it's they who make the rules!”

“Yeah, that's what I meant,” Carrie said.

“How come, then,” his half-brother broke in, “you and Steve seem to be in quarrel? I mean, Harold, it seems to me to be about why there could be misguidances about the girls' benefits.”

Carrie looked at him. “Look Ben, it's not all about girly benefits! It's about how they run their business and try to be into that everyone else is being an asshole!”

Ben looked a bit uneasy at this. Then he cleared his throat and said: “Even though it's about their benefits, though, I feel that it's also about business as though they had the potential of being everyone else's benefit, too! Even so, though, there is not any attempt from her to view me or the other brokers as the ones who should ever have any of those so-called benefits they so-called would provide!”

“I agree!” Carrie said. “And thereby it's you and him they pretend are assholes of the business!” She looked at the two of them.

“Do you mean,” Harold broke in, “that we are so easily blackmailed that she can actually have us both seem worthless just because she suits her own clients that well?”

Carrie looked down. She sighed deeply before answering: “It's not about you and him more than it's about her and her business! She obviously knows how to blackmail someone! I think you and he should propose that she and her associates be viewed as the people who always think they are on top of world about pimping and whoring!”

Harold sighed. Ben looked at his half-brother and said: “It's you and I who should be blackmailing them and not the vice versa!”

“I agree!” Harold answered.

“I propose, thereby, that you to seem to be misguided by them, just as they - or at least some of their girls - as of yet seem to have been misguided by me, you or that asshole cunt Cecilia!”
  

“We Have It in Us to Hate You for Craving Our Air of Elegance!”

Cecilia felt reassured that she wouldn't be blackmailed after all! She felt absolutely sure that all who bought her favours would be seen as the abusers of her and her equals, who would be seen as victims. She looked at Chris who was standing right next to her and asked her quite sincerely: “How can we find the way to see how they abuse us without seeming to arrogant for them to come back?”

Chris almost laughed at this. She didn't expect such an intuition about being smart at seeming victim to be presented as the ideal to have. “How come,” she mused at her, “you feel that we can believe that it's a correct behaviour to be whitewashing such an attitude?!”

“I feel,” Cecilia retorted, “that it's all about blackmail we should be, since the whole business is about having us represent ourselves as the tools for their well-being!”

Chris looked at her. “No, I don't think we can actually handle it like that!” she said after a while.

“Then how could we have to be viewing ourselves as the desirable goods that they very much covet!? I mean, doesn't it seem like we are the 'goods' that are too valuable for them to let go of?! And how is it then that we should be in the deal of good business for her and for the solicitors of humility and sex for them!?!”

“I don't feel up to actually judging myself as the absolute cunning of the business in that sense!”

Cecilia looked embarrassed but giggled, for a few seconds. “I'll show you how I view myself as the complete superior as we are into the business of selling sex!” With that she touched her friend's arm and looked at her with seductive eyes. Chris looked back and blushed.

“You see!?” Cecilia triumphed.

Chris giggled shyly.
  

The Car Shop's Soliciting

“How come,” Anton asked, “do they feel up to not seeming responsible for their actions about soliciting themselves?!”

“Oh,” Ben sighed, “it's by pretending we are all assholes that it is that, I think!”

Steve looked at him with narrowing eyes. “You really think so?!” he said after a while.

“Yes. I really do believe they're into having it we're all pretentious and should be treated as such. That is either flattered by cunning attitudes about sex or despised as those unlikely for having a right to it!”

“We all feel responsible about having it they are all into the business for the sake of their charisma! Right?” Ben looked around for an answer. His half-brother glanced at the Steve, Anton and the two other guys at the table. “I guess so,” he said at last.

“Then why don't we feel that they're up to anything but charm in their charisma?!”

Now Steve sighed deeply. “I don't feel we don't!” he said after a while.

“I do!” one of the other guys said, and seemed to be met with agreement from Anton and the others around the table.

“Even so,” Ben continued, “we should all be paying for their so faking attitudes until we all are satisfied to the extent that we can tell ourselves that we don't actually need them! Right?!”

“Right!” Steve and tow of the others grunted almost simultaneously.

“I propose thereby, that you, Dave, and Mary go out to the pub west of the Callinger monument,” he said looking Dave in the face with some sincerity.

Dave smiled. “Yeah, I feel very much I could use that as a change!”

“Great! You know I chose that place because as far as I can tell it's very likely that your wifie will find out, and moreover that if she will, she will be like, I think, be at least half, reckoned with as a bad woman for you. ... You know, she will there be able to make you seem as mistreated as you feel. I don't propose that you play any game about it, though! Instead, just leave it to the atmospheres around you!”

“Alright, thanks!” Dave smiled.

“And you Ben,” Steve continued, “are going to see beautiful Maria, at the place of the monument of triumph over the famine of 1869. See her there and let her continue her journey with you through the inspirations of the wild to the relief of the wilderness. Don't fret that she will be an asshole or something, because I will have her be told in advance to try not to do that stuff again!”

“It's not easy,” Ben broke in, “to find it in her to be as trustworthy as that! Why don't you book me with another girl?”

Steve sighed. “OK, I'm sorry. I'll try.”

“Then why,” Harold inquired, “didn't you think about that in the first place!? It's becuase it's all about faking it isn't it!?”

Steve squinted angrily at him. “No, it's not! But I assure you, that we can't be into the business as though they were not carefully into doing the stuff the way it should be handled! That is I think Maria can be well suited for that meeting just the same, only she tries sometimes to escape herself as an intuition for a genteel attitude to have!”

Harold looked at him. “OK, then, stud,” he said. “Why then aren't we all into pretending they're smart at keeping us comfortable and then also making us pay for it!?”

His half-brother looked up at him. “I think it's because we can't see it in them to be trying to comfort us as long as we're not into their asshole attitudes as were they all we ever wanted!”

Anton now broke in by saying: “It's not all about the money, then, is it?!”

“No,” Ben replied. “We don't have any insinuations about us to be the people to provide their money all the time. That' be sometimes, though, possibly, that they are actually smart at exactly money, but usually it seems ot come as the by-product they had expected from their attitudes of charm and sex.”

Ben now looked at them all and said: “I propose that we thereby do business together with each other and find out how to be into having all others see it as the good thing they will eventually be having!”
  

Care for Ownership Status

Cecilia stood by the car shop and looked at the used cars that stood there. She imagined herself being an adventurer of the car-shop soliciting. Then she also tried to be immature about trying to be into business with them all. Because this is what Steve had told her would eventually give her that advantage of being soliciting herself!

She now, still standing there, imagined that she would forever be one of the smartest girls around for the favours that men adored. While thinking about it, she could see the car-shop's door open and her friend Eve exit, smiling at her from a distance. Cecilia tried to smile back, but she felt too interrupted from her dreams.

Eve went up to her and said: “You and I should get into this business of keeping their clients happy! I have found that they really can be satisfied with almost nothing, as long as one has it in oneself to be saying to oneself that one is the superior in one sense, but still the inferior in the sense that one is about their absolute status as the brave and cunning people that should be treated as well-enough suited for the business as long as they're correcting themselves on the basis of one's charm - mine or yours that is, honey.”

Cecilia smiled solemnly. She had somehow felt the atmosphere around them become smart at representing business while listening to her friend. She hugged her friend and said: “Then let's try to be of charmful attitudes for eternity, then,” she said.