Smart Stupidity

“How can she despise us so much?” Cecilia asked her mother, about the girl who had recently had them seem like idiots about that they weren't established as members of society.

“It's clearly because she doesn't feel you are arrogant enough, the she and her friends are, I presume!”

“Then when shall I and my friends seem to be the best there can be about boys and how they should be treated for the mutuality they want and I deserve to be part of with them?”

“It's by pretending they are not as evil as she and her friends are! That way you can win lots of boys, although you're not as pretty, even, not to mention not as clever!”

“Oh! I see! That's fun!”

Her mother smiled at her. “Yeah, it can be a whole lot of fun to feel they're interactive but still yours for the sake of that mutuality!”

“Then I shall go out and get myself a damned lot of boyfriends!”

“I see that you can't appreciate the notion of that your mother wants you to be a smart girl at feeling secure with one man at a time! I assure you that you won't feel secure with more than one at a time, if you don't pretend they're imbecile by your comparison!”

“I will then try to find a boyfriend that is really good to have, mama!”

“You do that, Cecilia!”

She did. Cecilia went out and looked for a boy to have for a boyfriend. She decided that he should be both sexy and cute. Moreover he should be a boy that wants other boys as well as her. She therefore decided to find that boy at the local bar for those kinds of men that prefer other guys. Established as it was, that gay bar had a fairly gay disco to it. But it wasn't only for the gays to go to, she knew. It was open for the kinds of girls who were smart at catching a gay man for the night, because the gay fellows wanted the hetero type of guy to feel fairly comfortable around there.

When there, Cecilia saw a hunk who was sipping a drink through a straw, and who had lots of muscles and was checking her out. “This will do!” she thought for herself. Thereby she went forward to him and said: “Hello! My name is Cecilia Anderson!”

“Hi! I'm Carl!” the hunk said.

“I see that you have the straw for sucking up that alcohol, which I also would want to suck up!”

“I don't mind you sucking just a little of it!” the hunk said. And there it was! Cecilia got a new boyfriend. She screwed him every night for two weeks, twice even with some other hunk there too! Now Cecilia was really happy! From here and onwards she would like every guy she ran into the same way and thereby get to screw them all with their boyfriends, she thought for herself.

But after two weeks she broke up with him, just in order to get herself some other boyfriend. This time she targeted a rather thin guy with glasses. He wasn't up to being totally gay about her, he said, but she insisted that he be like the guy before him had been. Thereby, she got him in bed with two other guys there. Then he broke up and told some other guys about her.

These guys started studying her and then they together began to spread a rumour about a new nymphomaniac in town.

She eventually got to know this. By then she had gone through four other boyfriends and five times in bed with at least two guys at once. But she didn't feel guilty. Instead she went to her mother and wept, while also telling her that “these mean bastards had begun to spread a rumour about her! It was as if she was the world's worst nymphomaniac! But she had only done what a good girl should do!” she told her.

Her mother comforted her and said: “You shall thereby be strong in that they can't pretend they are better than you! Because had they been that, then they wouldn't have started the rumours in the first place! You are such a good girl that they are just jealous that they can't find anyone like you!” she told her.

“I know, mama! But they keep on spreading these rumours and they really get people to believe that I really am that kind of a girl!”

“I shall see to it that they don't get anywhere with that blackmail!” her mother assured her.

After a few weeks, Cecilia began to notice that the rumours had changed. She was now seen as the victim of those five guys whom she had been girlfriend to. This her mother had achieved by talking to the local priest and a few others who were respected in their town.

Cecilia thereby started getting boyfriends by the essence of their sympathy for her. She even adapted a strategy of absolutely faking that she was very sorry and worried about how things were in society, and so. In order to keep the act going, she also adapted a strategy for always telling some people about whatever new guy she had, as though she had been mistreated by him. She kept on exaggerating everything that was anything of that he could be horny with other girls, sometimes even if that was only a perhaps. She still managed to seem so pitiful that people hated the guys she had, and always kept on saying to each other that he was to blame for all of her “mistakes” - or possibly vengeances, they told each other.

Two years later Cecilia and her mother moved from that town to a city. There, she also got herself rumoured about as if innocent and sexually taken advantage of. She also got herself laid with many boys, and thereby caught aids, which she blamed all guys she had had for, but couldn't really determine who could be the actual source or source of it.

She and her mother blamed her retardation for the fact that she had smitten at least five guys, one of whom was now suing her. She thereby felt notions of herself as bad and dumb, since she hadn't been labelled retarded since she was only seven. The school she went to after that actually said that she wasn't quite dumb enough for that label, except if she clearly wasn't able to communicate. This was because she was rather fast at learning to write, read and calculate, though not really well enough to ever be impressive, they said.

In spite of this, Cecilia pretended to be a dumb enough girl not to be able to see that HIV spread when one had sex. She was able to pull this by pretending as if something about her low grades, which were all close to failing, and by putting on an act of being silly enough to be mistaken about which boys were worth targeting for the night.

Her mother thereby stood for that she was an abuse victim, and that she should be treated as such. Her former boyfriends should all be viewed as sophisticated at maltreating her, and her decency, she told them. In the context, the people she spoke to fell for it, and sent her to a rehabilitation centre for those sexually abused.

But when there, she immediately abused two boys who were there. It was discovered and she was sent to another place, which treated those who were both abused and abusive. But even there she abused boys, three of them this time around. After that she was sent to a place for only female offenders, where she cried all the time and said they were mistreating her.

It was in that place that she met Augusta. This girl was five years older than she, and introduced her to filth that was of another kind than she had known about before. First of all, it involved faking that one was even sort of into dirt that one didn't want. Secondly it was much about pretending about this as though it meant one had been abused, which she told her, might even fool the personnel at the rehab centre they were at.

This the girls started doing together, thereby managing to get their personnel to believe they were actually caring and innocent girls who shouldn't be treated as though they really wanted to have sex.

By doing it they also achieved a goal of being moved to another place, one for girl who had been maltreated thoroughly so that they couldn't be themselves. When there, the two of them managed to convince the employees there to believe they were actually so innocent that there was no way they would have slept with all the guys they had, had it not been for the sexual abuse they had seemingly been victims of.

It was not until more than one year later that the rehabilitation helpers learned that it was a fake that they were not horny. Because then it was discovered that the two of them were out for fun when they managed to be free from rehab-personnel supervision. Thereby they were scolded and put under more thorough supervision. To the extent they complained, the personnel scolded them again.

But after one more half year, the two of them managed, even so, to convince two employees to help them with pretending that they needed the rehab of actually learning what it was to really be sexual on one's own accord. This they did by first convincing one of them that there was nothing to them that she would not also be about, had she been put to this rehabilitation home. With her help they also convinced another employee that she too could have been wanting the same stuff that Cecilia and Augusta wanted.

After two more months upon this, the two of them managed to get the policy changed for the rehabilitation home. From now on it would thereby be allowed for patients to go out and spoil themselves to the extent they were aware that they could go wrong if they did. Thereby they would again be able to go out every now and then, those two patient girls.

Even so, they felt that the rehabilitation home was an unfair punishment for being “imbecile”, as they nowadays put it. So they eventually asked for even more freedom. That is, they faked that they deserved the right to pretend as if something about their longing for the guys they met when out for fun. This they managed to convince their personnel that they should be allowed to do.

Moreover, they now managed also to gain support for their (so-called) responsible attempts to make the rehabilitation program better. For this they were awarded with the freedom of actually going out and seeing whomever they wanted to, including even underage boys.

After a few weeks, however, it was reported that someone had infected a youngster with HIV. The two girls blamed each other, though both of them knew that only Cecilia had screwed him. Thereby Cecilia was finally sent to a rehab centre for those who had uncontrollable desires. But even there, the staff got manipulated by her, this time into believing she would not want ever to screw someone below her level of sexual readiness, and thereby shouldn't be viewed as the one to blame for that young boys interest in her. They thereby sent her to a place for females that weren't able to manage to keep away from boys who wanted them.

At this clinic, she managed to get some of the personnel to have her seem fit for being the kind of girl who should have a husband soon. A few months later, they therefore introduced her to a guy named Chuck, who was almost as old as she. They said the two of them would match one another.

Fairly soon after this, Cecilia and Chuck moved in together to an training apartment for rehab patients, who seemed fairly good at having the ideals that a normal member of society should have. It was not until then that Chuck noticed that she was trivial about sexually exposing herself for men and boys she met. This he wasn't. But, he did not manage to have it she was so bad that he did not match her, even so. Thereby, Chuck and Cecilia eventually got married, and thereby Cecilia faked that she wouldn't really ever have slept around without the manipulation of the “baddies” of guys that she had been “forced to” sleep with when she was younger.

But, one time, about ten years later, when she had recently slept with some dude she had met, it was discovered. In the turmoil upon this, he divorced her, and thereby Cecilia and her mother blackmailed him as well. Thereby, Cecilia managed to make another stud sympathise with her, and marry her. But he eventually also discovered her to be unfaithful, in spite of her own ways of saying that she had so much against infidelity and thereby those bastard guys she had had before. Thereby this fellow stole her wallet, checks and some jewellery she had from her, and left.

She went to the police, who found the guy. But he said that he hadn't touched her wallet, or anything, and that she must have had some other guy with her who stole that stuff. The police doubted him and therefore asked Cecilia if she had had any other guys there, which she denied. But when they checked around for fingerprints, there seemed to have been around twenty different people there.

Shocked by this, Cecilia pretended that these people had been invited there by the recent ex that she also accused of stealing from her, but now could imagine, she said, that he was just an imbecile who let other people in there - and they stole it!

After a very thorough investigation, it stood clear that Cecilia was a hard-headed nymphomaniac and a probably very thorough liar. It also stood clear that she had so many boyfriends that it would be impossible to ever determine who had stolen from her. Even so, she managed to convince the police that she wasn't the type of girl who would herself ever steal, thereby drawing attention from her own faults to those of whoever stole from her.

Due to this, she was again put to rehab. This time around, she managed to find a boyfriend there, with whom she could run away. The thrill of this amused her very much, and the two of them even robbed people in order to make a living. Thereby, she was eventually discovered as the complete fake she always been. But she seemed now to be, even so, very very mistreated by the guys she had been with!

Satan's Girls

“Oh, God! That's an hilarious attitude!” he said and smiled at her.

“No! I don't feel that I'm being hilarious! Instead I feel that I can envy you for being smart at presenting yourself as immoral, but without reprisal from those who aren't into that type of immorality!”

“But that's exactly what you've been doing, haven't you! I see that you're into porn and stuff, and not ready to take into account that they've condemned it as for all eternity!”

“That's precisely my only trick for having it there should be no reprisal for actual extravagance of evil!”

He giggled. “Then how come you're not into porn like all the time? I figure you would be the brilliant porn star to be having an affair with, and then that would settle you and that dude - whomever you feel like having, almost! - to an eternity of punishing them for trivializing that they could not reach you with their Christianity!”

“I hate that you don't get that part about us! We don't have it there should be an eternity of punishment for not pressuring themselves into being more inclined for punishing! How come you think you're so clever when they are about tormenting your soul as if for all eternity!?”

“I can't say I have any idea what you're talking about!”

“You guys seem to feel that it's cleverer to be into eternity of penalty and then somehow get away from it all, even without penalty in reprisal! I figure that when I do porn I can manage to do almost that, but I'm missing one part, the part that says why I'm unpunishable and they should leave it at that!”

He looked at her. “I feel I can't say we're any more enviable than you are in that respect!”

“Then how come you can already feel secure in that you won't be punished in that you hate the priests for almost punishing you!?”

“Oh! That's simply because I don't feel I am punishable for it! That's all!”

“How can you feel that when you're all into that you should be extravagant in saying to them that they're stupid?”

“I can't feel you couldn't be inclined to do so! I mean without your porn, wouldn't you still be capable of doing that?!”

“No! I can't deal with it that way! Not without being pornographic!”

“I propose then that you act even more porny!”

“I think I shall! But I cannot figure out a way to feel that even porniness will always be enough for setting them off limits from reaching to their capacity to penalize!”

“I deal with that as if they were nonsense even from the beginning, and I can't really say there isn't any way there could be that same shit for you girls to be dealing with about them!”

“Then how come there isn't any real inclination for you to settle for me as teh evil that shouldbe defended, unless there's porn in me!?”

Thoughtfully, he answered: “There's absolutely no way that you couldn't be evil enough if there was only the way to deal with eternity that deals with destiny as though there wasn't any tomorrow without that type of evil to go with it!”

“How come, then, do we have to deal with evil as though it wasn't there to begin with, except - for me that is - when being utterly sexual!?”

“It's because they cannot understand that part of reality! And, I guess, if you don't get that part without being porny, then you'll just have to continue being it!”

“I suppose then that you want us all to be porny for the sake of that you should be seen as evil enough to justify our porniness with that attitude of being immoral without any sense to it! Moreover, they seem to feel there's not any issue of being moral in actual porniness, while with you they can deal with your evils as though they were potentially good somehow! ...”

“I propose ow that there be evil so that they can see it for even the likes of you to be having for the sake of eternalizing satan for the soul of being evil enough for the fright against the Christians to be evil enough for them to be unable to end our souls!”

“I cannot find that to be anything but attempted cunning in pretending that we could deal with that kind of stuff as though we were not into it for the sake of cleverly finding ourselves cunning in finding our souls to be of the absolute smartness for even trying to find eternity smartly, although there aren't necessarily any inclinations for that to begin with!”

“I find there to be reason enough for you - and those other women around here - to be into thereby judging yourselves to be the eternal porn dolls that we should be into amusing ourselves, and perhaps you to, with!”

“I can't find that to be amusing to begin with, except possibly without a whole lot of praise to begin with!”

“I feel I've already given you a lot of praise in that sense!”

She looked sad and determined to have it she wasn't praised at all by him. “I feel you aren't the cat to have me seem like I'm into this for the sake of destiny to be determined to seem worthy of feeling me be of virtue for ever, or that is, to determine me to be free form their hell when I've finished this experience of being a Satanist!”

“Then I'll help you with that part of it all!” he said with some dignity.

“I can now feel that I am part of it all, and not just some mere sex object that you'll abuse forever when they finally reach my evils of cunning against them!”

“There's no cunning against them that they couldn't be reaching without us having the ability to judge them as eternal about not realizing evil to be of virtue for the smart- and good-enough-for-it people!”

“I challenge you thereby to the experience of having me seem actual about their morals while I'm really humiliating their souls by having sex seem ridiculous not to have for them!”

“Okay! I'll try to do that!”

The next day she went to church clad in a see-through dress and underwear that matched her hair couloir. She fixed her attention at the priest who was gonna hold the sermon. By dealing with him as the virtue of her cunt, she also led him and those around him to believe Jesus Christ was her cunt.

“I believe it shall be evil hereafter in that church,” she said afterwards.

The other Satanists praised her. Two other women said they found it in them to go there and take care of the rest. In this they had a virtue of being immoral for eternity by praising the church as though it were an establishment for pretending its followers were sly and actual about immoral, though never cunning at admitting it.

Slyly the three of them eventually turned the church into an institution for having sex seem real except for on the surface. They even convinced a priest to be with them about it. Moreover they convinced a few church goers, too. And among these church goers were two females who felt like hereafter doing the same trick for the gain of Satan. It was not obvious for either them to begin with, but one eventually became a Satanist. She stood for that sin hereafter be what the church should promote for the sake of actual evil to prosper. The other one promoted evil in that sense too, but stayed subconscious about it.

The Predicament of not Having any Opposite-Gender Partners

“Oh my Gosh!” Stina burst out. “She insults me every time I feel perfectly cool about pretending to be the temptress for every man around here!”

“I see!” her mother answered. “But then you don't have to feel that they are the ones you should pretend to be tempting!”

“Mama! She insults me again if I try to stop that from being my insinuations! She always ridicules that I am her older sister, and she pretends, every time, that I am a lesbian and that she is the sort of girl for me to catch!”

Her mother looked at her with a slight amusement in her eyes. “I still feel they haven't been insulted just like you have, those boys you want to convince that they are the ones to go to bed with you, if everybody acts as they should, like by nature! Or isn't that what you were trying to say earlier?!”

“Mama! I don't have to feel insulted just because they don't bed me! It's just that her insolence fakes the notion of me as the someone who would like to be incestuously lesbian, instead of the kind of a catch that I really like to feel I could be!”

“Then I shall tell her not to feel that you are the one she should be thinking of like that!”

“I sure feel that you should, mama!”

“I will really see to it that they don't feel that you're impossible for a catch, even without that your sister glares at you like that!”

“I feel that this could become the turning point I've been needing to have since the day when she started faking that I fancied her!”

“Good! Then you and she should have a talk about feeling that it's inappropriate to be lesbian and that it feels good to pretend you are, respectively!”

“Okay, mama, I guess I could be going to do that with her, But that'll be on one condition: that she and I need not truly find each other to be assuming that we are actually fond of each other!”

“Okay! But then you must see to it that she doesn't pertain to evilishly pretend they are the pathetic nonsense to be having an affair with!”

“I already tried that, mama! But she refused to see them that way! Furthermore, she refused also to see in it that there was no reason for me to fancy them more than her. I don't know how I shall, mama, try to defend myself from the assumption that she has for the reason that she keeps imagining me fancying her as well as them!”

“I feel that the two of you should be together about that they are the actual predicaments of falling into powerlessness of being a female, whereas they themselves are predicaments of being saucy and so!”

“I feel there's not any predicament for us to feel the same about men! She is into them like I am into women! I don't feel better about being a woman that is without men around me than she does about being one with them around her!”

“I feel they don't need a capacity to feel that they are constantly there or not! But when they feel like being around you, then you shall of course see to it that there's no good enough excuse for them to change that - if that is the way that you feel it should be!”

“Mama, I cannot feel anything but weird about that they don't hang around me as much as around her! I expect that she cannot be anything but a sly similar-to-me sister, who keeps on challenging me against the authority that I should have since I am the older!”

“I can feel that they are into not pretending that she is heterosexual! Instead, they are trying to pretend that you both are bisexual, it seems!”

“I know, mama! But how abut when I or they feel like being partners in bed? I feel that we should then have the ability to say to her that she aught to go somewhere and hide! I feel that it's really imbecile to keep her there n that circumstance!”

“I believe the two of you should get together anyhow, and sort things out, somehow, so that the boys don't seem to be interested in the two of you in bed at the same time!”

“I can't see why they should be that interested in having her and me in bed at the same time!”

“I can say that you aught to understand that it is the same thing that you felt when you tried to seduce that little boy who was your then boyfriend's little brother! The two of them felt differently than you about being in bed all three, remember?!”

“Yeah, I remember, mama! But I can't feel that they're not the same as me when I try to interrupt their relationship as two brothers who should nearly always be seen as though they were intimate for the reason of trying to be friendly in the way that suits me or anyone else who would be into finding them quite attractive!”

“I mean that is just what I think those boys feel about you and Lisa!”

“Then what shall I do with the two boys who told Lisa that she was the superior girl to wanna screw!? The two of them had me thinking about that for a while, but then they stopped recognizing me and her as the ones who should be together in bed with them - and the two of them wanted only her form then on!”

“Then I shall say that you are that much alike! Because she too doesn't get what she fancies, and neither do you!”

“Mama! I don't feel that those two boys are anything but irresponsible for the sake of being into lesbian sex for the sake of pretending I am not normal if I don't fancy her or something!”

“I shall not view the two of you as that alike, then, but you must both see to it that they don't get the upper hand on who the two of you fancy!”

“Okay, mama! Then I shall see to it that she and I are not into the same relationships as each other! And I shall see to it that they don't seem to fit into that relationship of that other sister they've been aspiring for! But I will also tell those two that they shall not be ever part of my any affair of mine that doesn't turn out to be normal about the predicaments of really assuming she is the one to think about as lesbian, while I'm not the one they should ever imagine to be so weird as to take it like that!”

“I will not recommend that you speak that way in front of neither her, nor her friends, and I will not recommend that you even speak that way in front of me, since that's the way you seem to pretend as if everyone else felt!”

“I will not try to convince everyone to be supergood at trying to be heterosexual! I will thereby not try to ever convince everybody that they should have a boyfriend! It is just me that I'm into should have the right to have boyfriends!”

“Thereby I will see in you someone who considers herself exceptional! And I will see in you also to be the one who pretends everyone else is a lesbian!”

“I feel that you thereby have not respected my integrity of being a straight girl and that you thereby have pretended that I am a lesbian just like she is, and that you are - of course - in this context, to be seen as a straight woman who is of fancy for the lesbianism that she proclaims to be of interest for her.”

“Then I feel that you and I should have a talk! Because I haven't been feeling straight since you were about four! And now you're seventeen! Your little sister, who will be thirteen this spring has not been straight since she was born! And I don't feel that I have anything straight to offer! You should be straight just in the sense that suits everybody in this family! I will hereby proclaim you to be a lesbian for now and forever more! If you can't do that then you will have to move away from this home, and find another one!”

Lesbian it was, and it would be, for Stina. Because, there weren't any men for her to take advantage of for her substitute dwelling. Instead, she happened to run into lesbians who offered her a way out of her predicament, but who took advantage of her sexually! “I imagine,” she thought for herself, once in a while, “that those who are into men only will forever be treated as not good enough for the men they fancy, and thereby, I shall from now on see to it that there aren't any solutions for males either, when they are into the same kind of predicament!”

Steve's Girlfriend

Peter laughed. “I don't think it's really anything but the gays who are that!”

But his friend Steve insisted. “Don't they have anything but the main kind of sadism in them, you say? It's not very likely that she is a sadist just because she's lesbian!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No it isn't!”

“I presume you don't know what she will do to you if she has the chance to fake that you should seem to be guilty about all she does and perhaps a little more!”

Steve looked thoughtful. Then he said: “I don't think you're anything but into prejudice! Why should I have to expect that from her just because she's thrilling and fun to be with in that she likes girls better than boys?!”

Peter sighed. “Don't you realize that she's cunning as hell in pretending that they are the ones who deserve her sexuality, while you will seem to be nothing but the fake that she always hated to have to be with!”

“I don't have any notion that tells me that she will really harm any of my reputation or so, since she already committed herself to me by saying I should be the only one to ever be part of that lesbian activity, except her and the dykes!”

“Steve! I know you aren't going to believe me then! But from here on, you are an untrustworthy guy for me. And I can't help it, but you will also be low enough for me to be expected to feel that fake is real and that real is fake, from now on!”

Steve looked at Peter with astonishment. After a while he replied that he would thereby view Peter as the type of fellow who was prejudice to the extent that he couldn't even imagine a gay person to be anything but dangerously tricky and awfully false, or something! With this he ended the conversation and then went to his car to drive over to Rafaela and tell her about the situation with his now former buddy Peter.

Raphaela laughed. She said: “I will consider that a statement of a typical imbecile about what justice is, and about what I shall be for you, Steve!”

Steve looked at her and mused. “I hope they will all agree with that though, the friends you will sometimes have over for some more of that lesbian sex that you've had me part of!”

“We shall from now on, Peter, be a couple that triumphs over immoral of society by pretending as if something about the charm of lesbian sex compared to all that some fake that it isn't real about the good-enough-for-society and beyond, standards of moral and anything else they could want! But of course, you like me,” she said smilingly, “should not accept their standards of that other men than you, my dear, should ever be even close to having the responsibility of being the sole male of the context!”

“No, of course, dear!” he answered, and smiled back. He then watched her grab her phone and saw her call what he presumed was some friend of hers. He solemnly overheard a conversation she had with the girl who had answered, and then after a while with her mother. It was clear for him that he would from now on be seen as the very essence of turning the hetero women into lesbians.

A few days later, Raphaela asked Steve to help her seduce a young half lesbian into becoming an enthusiast for lesbian sadomasochism, of more extreme kind than she was inclined to ever imagine before that. Steve looked at a picture of her, which Raphaela showed him. He smiled and answered that he would happily help her seduce that girl.

Ten days later, they had a party, where that girl was invited. There were four other extreme and, according to his girlfriend sadomasochistic, lesbians there, whom he noted might be of assistance for seducing her. Firstly, though, he went to her and spoke gently about this party being only for girls and about himself being the only male person there. She shrugged and said that it was “because your wife obviously had preferred to invite only lesbians there.” He asked, then, how she felt about that, to which she answered that she was happy with either many girls or just a few of them, just as long as she didn't have to be the only one of her own gender. Then he indicated two of the extreme lesbians he had thought of earlier for her, and asked her if she fancied either one of them. She said that she liked the black-haired one, but that the blond seemed out-of-context for her. Thereby, he could conclude that he would say to his girlfriend that she was into black-haired women, but that she could also prefer to sadomasochistically treated as the kind of girl who was to be thought of as a sadomasochist who disliked blonds and thereby could be having one for sadism. For that's the way it had seemed to him during the conversation with her.

After Steve had said this to her, Raphaela approached the girl and told her she was lesbian and that she preferred blonds. She watched the girl glare at her for a short while, after which the girl said: “I prefer blackheads, but I could go for a blond if only there was a way to get them to find themselves to be hardy in a way that would indicate them to be of other competences than one expect.”

“Okay, dear! But then why don't we go and say to her, for example” she indicated another extreme-lesbian blond girl than the one he had indicated, “that she would be cute if she harassed someone with an air of arrogance that should shift her charm into something thrilling?”

The girl giggled a little. “I can't go there and tell her to be that way! Why don't you just go there and tell her yourself!? By the way, I spoke to your husband recently, and he also said that blond girls were preferable as long as they're into some attitude of sadism. Is that what the two of you are into, trying to seduce me into thinking blond women shall be something for me to prefer, in at least that sense, or something?”

“I presume that you don't know how to treat a woman the way she should be treated in order to suit your interests?!”

“I suppose that if I simply go there and talk to her, she wouldn't try to be open-minded with me about her sexual preferences! Besides, how do I even know that she's a lesbian - I mean apart from seeing her here, at this lesbian event of yours!”

“I can show you how to speak to her, as though she was a sadist in the first place, and then to insinuate for her that one has to be sadomasochistic for being real in the sense that is cool to be at this type of a party!”

The girl smiled covertly. “Okay!” she answered, and looked at her. “Okay, let's go and try that for a while!”

Raphaela smiled back and said: “I will show you now, if you follow along how to seduce almost any lesbian into becoming a sadist!”

The girl finished her forth glass of whine, and then she followed Raphaela along.

When they came to the blond woman whom Raphaela had indicated, she was conversing with a brown-haired girl who seemed rather uninterested in the conversation. “There are no indications,” Raphaela told her, “to say that you couldn't be making contact a lot more easily!”

“I presume that you really seem to be the one to tell me that, are you!?”

Raphaela smiled, and held her beer mug beside her crotch. “Yeah! I think I am the one to decide to which extent one should say to oneself that there's a need for something more interesting to deal with at a party like this one!”

The blond woman looked at her, and then at the teenager beside her. “Okay, but then let's just decide who is going to be worth it to hang around with! I can't see that you're making so much more contact than I am!” she indicated the girl she had just looked at.

“I will prove to you that she and I can seduce you into feeling an ecstasy about how you want to feel with that girl who seems to be a bit displaced with you!”

“I can feel it now that you are going to seduce me, the two of you!”

The girl she had been talking to looked at the three of them. “I feel that she has a need to be responsible enough to realize that there are other girls for me to be tempted by, than those who are old enough to be almost like my mother or something!”

Raphaela drank from her mug and said: “Do you know what? You seem to be the tpe of youngster who could really need some introduction to the real responsibilities of being a woman! Perhaps you could just charm her, and then you'll feel, perhaps, the notion of being a woman come to you for the benefit of the actual maturity for girls or women who seem just right for the girl of young age that you are!”

The blond woman looked at the two of them. then she said: “Alright, let's introduce both of us to the benefits of being a charmed girl and a charmed woman, respectively!”

“I presume the two of you feel up to being into sex with us, for the benefit of seeing the light of real attitudes about sex that suit a girl or woman to be into, as long as she keeps on seeing it in herself to be of seductive kind and then also sees it in herself to increase that seductiveness over and over. ...”

The blond looked skeptical. So did the young girl she had tried to converse with. They looked at Raphaela, than at each other and then back to Raphaela. Then the woman asked: “How in the world could you expect that to be a smart thing to expect from oneself!?”

“I can by showing you how to be sadomasochistic, but with an edge of reality, so that charm flourishes with it! I can by the means of seeing to it that everyone likes sadomasochism have them feel inferior and at the same time perfectly in power! I can thereby by power of sadomasochism lead you all to realize what it is to be a woman of charm and power over her environment for the sake of sensuality and power of humility!”

The girl whom the blond had been talking to then said: “I feel that you don't have any power to seduce us any better than I can seduce you! Besides you don't seem any better than the girl beside you at it! How can you say that you shall introduce us to sadomasochism in a way that turns us into seductresses, without that meaning that you already in that case should have ability to seduce us all!?”

“Then I will go to my boyfriend and tell him not to interfere, and thereby I shall introduce you to the all-women act of realizing that the charm comes form sticking together about seduction and immaturity!”

The blond giggled a little. “I've tried that trick a few times, but now I can find you as unattractive as I about how to seduce the women, or young girls, whom you want to deal with as though they were trying to be smart at being a woman of your kind!”

“I will not permit that kind of statement in my house! Now you will all kindly leave, so that I and my guy can fix the place for the charm that it needs in order to seduce better the next time!”

With that the party ended.

The Best Woman There Is

“I feel she is the best there is!” Jacob said to his brother. “She is just about the absolutely total about sex appeal! I will fuck her until day breaks then, when she lets me in on that cunt-play stuff she always does with the two other girls she hangs with!”

“I don't believe that you have a real chance to take her at all. No way they're gonna let you in on their stuff about cunt play, nor whatever else you say that they're up to with or without you!”

“She already promised me a night like that! I don't know why, but somehow she fancies my smart, I guess, attitude about selling stocks and so. Weirdly enough, that's what she was speaking ot me about, when she almost proposed to me that I try her out for a night. She even ventured for me to have it that two of her girlfriends be there and play hardcore games with their sexualities!”

“I can tell that she's going to ruin you, or something! It's not at all normal for that type of a girl to like there to be guys around!”

“Oh, Billy, there's not any return form me now! I mean I have to see to it that there's not any pathetic attitudes to say that I can't be cool about having a night like that!”

“James! You don't have any ability to actually get those girls! I propose that you think again before ever going to bed with them!”

“No, I won't! Because now I have a chance of a lifetime!”

“Okay, then, you try it! But I don't think you're going to get away with it; somehow you aren't!”

Four days later, James stood at the doorstep of the girl he had talked to his brother about. He knocked. After around thirty seconds she opened, and he gave her the present he had brought. She opened it and said “Thank you dear, I love this type of chocolate! Now you and I are going to have some fun for real, and don't for get, I want you to meet my two girlfriends before you screw me, and I want them there with me when were doing it!”

“I assure you I like that kind of a plan! I always imagined getting screwed by a girl like this! I also always fancied the thought of her trying to be into lesbian sex beside me at the same time!”'

“Then I shall tell you: We will not stop there very easily. We are going to have so much fun that you can never repair yourself afterwards, I think! Our feelings of remorse against being too serious about relationships matches your personality so much that we'll have a ball all three of us with you there to make it happen!”

In that they went inside and sat down on her sofa. They fondled each other a little, and then the girl said: “Now i feel like calling my best friend Maria!” With that she picked up her mobile and dialed. “Maria!? It's Sophie! Will you come over here, it's that guy I've been talking about! The voice on the other side answered her something that seemed to be that she'd be there right away, and that she'd bring Eleanor with her.

About ten minutes later, they arrived and were let in by Sophie, while James sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette. One of the girls went to him and said: “Hi! I'm Eleanor! We could be doing business together after this! I feel that you're welcome to take part of my business just as soon as there is a chance to pertain to being certain that there is no mismatch aspirations between us or so!”

With that she sat down, and lit herself a cigarette, drew a long breath and then told him to imagine her and maria fucking him both of them, and that without hesitating that there should also be the third girl, Sophia, to finnish it off! And then, once he came, they would continue with each other until he felt satisfied with watching it. And if he wanted to, he would be let to participate now and then during the night!

James looked at her and said: “I never even dreamed I would be asked to enjoy that kind of commitment form three beautiful, sexy girls!”

After the night had passed, James felt so satisfied that he couldn't resist the temptation of asking them all to do it once again, like next month or something. They looked at each other. Now they weren't happy with hem any more, it seemed. Sophie went to Maria and whispered something in her ear. She nodded, and then she said: “We don't have any party to be participating in again for at least three years! And now you shall be over with, because that kind of man who doesn't care to be into caring for our integrity is not welcome here!”

She thereby opened a cupboard drawer, where she knew that Sophie kept a gun. “Now, you obey!” she commanded. Sophie had meanwhile gotten herself another gun, and so had Eleanor.

He looked perplexed. “Sure I'll obey, but you shouldn't shoot me just because I asked you that simple question! And you shouldn't be angry with me just because I wanted to get another fuck with you!”

Sophie smiled and said scornfully: “Why do you think I have brought you here?! Do you think you're really that worth it for us three to hang around with?! Naturally we have simply seduced you into be a father of at least one child of us! Now, if you imagine you can come here again and think you're actually worth it, then it's bye bye, because you don't have any reason to believe the trouble of being the kind of girl who should satisfy you is anything but a nuisance to deal with, unless it really leads to something that is worthwhile!” With that she shot him, and said to the others that “We will from now on never have met this fellow! And if someone says he a date with us, I'll tell him that I cancelled it!”

How I Feel about Murdering an Ex

“They're all acting like imbeciles!” Matthew said. He was lying on the sofa, speaking to his wife.

“I don't feel they're acting that weirdly! Rather, I feel they can't relate to the problems you have presented for them!”

“It's not about us! It's about them! Somehow they must have killed our son, and as they don't seem guilty we have to find a way to pretend as if something about the way they can pretend as if nothing about it!”

“I presume you don't feel that evil is a seemingly imbecile way to be?! I mean, they can act weirdly, but I cannot find them to be of any smartness for that kind of sophistication! Moreover, they don't seem weird enough to me for the might that it takes to actually kill a man! I mean they're only two girls, who seem almost as innocent as they say they are!”

“That's exactly my problem with it! You know, the police even found fingerprints from one of them, but she, and that other one too, says to them that she was in her kitchen only to find a way to tell him how to cook dinner while attending other interests at the same time! It seems so ridiculous that they would have to show him such a thing! And moreover, it's ridiculous to expect them to be there in his kitchen for it!”

“I know, but the law enforcement has also told us to say to ourselves that he intended to be screwing them and thereby pretended that he asked her and that other one there in order to find a way to get them to fuck him! It's not likely for me that he would want to screw them that bad! But still it seems unlikelier, even, that she would make up such a story just to be able to kill him! Moreover, as the police said, she isn't imbecile if she kills him exactly because he was too horny about her!”

“I know. But what if they try to fend of everyone by saying it's sexual in the first place! Perhaps he only let them in there for a joking attitude about them saying he couldn't be able to do that! Perhaps they are so cunning that we really don't see through their disguises - and that that'll be no matter what they have hidden behind their faking appearances!”

“Perhaps, then, you and I should go to the police and try to tell them that you believe they're hiding something form them! Perhaps it's you who should be the one to watch out for them, because if they're that clever, then no one really can go safe around here from them!”

“I presume you don't feel like thinking about that they might also have accomplices, such as the girl that really wanted to screw him, but who denies now that she had anything to do with him!?”

“I presume you also think the guy who tried to get laid with him two weeks later also has something to do with that?!”

“It's not that! It's jus that I've been thinking of how she got herself pregnant, but even so can't seem to point to anyone as the father! Perhaps she just wanted those two to blame themselves as if they were trying to insult him, but that then they failed and thereby had to kill him, as a surface story! Perhaps in that case they are able to realize they are clever at pretending as if nothing about that they know about that other murderer, whom they disguise cleverly as someone who had nothing to do with it!”

“Oh! That's so pathetic to believe they are actually in conspiracy! Likewise it is pathetic to believe they are really trying to hide what that girl is about, and how she could have fancied the man without us really getting to know that about her, except for the little grin on his face when he saw her in town that day upon the funeral of his friend!”

“I suppose you don't think that grin was there because he believed that she would screw him only as long as he pretended to be someone else, and then you would be able to find that out just becasue you as his father know, somehow, by telepathy, that she somehow adored him and then wouldn't let it show!”

“Yes, that's exactly what I think!”

“Then how come I, who am his mother, can't find it in me to even think about that as likely?! I feel as though she was pretending as if something about him just because they had just met, and that then perhaps there aught to be a flirt with him or something!”

“Then you're full of imagination that I don't believe is into certainty about why she smiled like that for him! It couldn't be for that, because in that case she wouldn't have fancied him in the first place, and I could tell she fancied him from that smile upon his face!”

“I know, but how come they always seem to fancy the right guy for you to say that they aren't trying to be into saying that they want to get laid!? I will say to them that they don't seem pathetic aobut trying to catch every man they can get1 But at the same time, they seem to be pathetic about seeming to want to catch him!”

“I consider that to be an imbecile attitude! It's not about him that it is, that little smile on his face! He was smiling just because he knew they had already planned a meeting with each other around here, but that now she was over the limit of what would be kept hidden. I saw on that smile that he really knew that she was into him, but that she also feared that she would be into a reprisal from some ex or something if she showed it!”

“That could be true! But what then if that ex showed up in the park and tried to kill her just the same!”

“Then that'd be another problem! Because that's not how it is, that they come and show themselves all the time, those exes!”

“Then I shall be over with for this conversation is bringing me to start worrying about who actually endeavors about having sex seem ridiculous not to have!”

“I don't suppose you find that to be an insult against us males who don't presume every woman is just there to be taken, and that she, in that case, should be taken for the benefit of her belief in herself as the token of dignity that wold never get into filth and that would never scorn anybody for the sake of being into it!?”

“No! I don't find that to be anything of that kind of an insult!”

“I presume that you in that case had an orgasm about trying to look filthy, and not about trying to be into filth, the other day, when you spoke to me about the vagina being open for most part nowadays that you aren't into lust for the sake of pleasure anymore!”

“Exactly! I was into just showing my vagina to be into pleasure just for itself, and not for the sake of you or anyone else to be pleasuring it into being part of the party that you guys should have!”

“What's that got to do with that you don't seem fit to admit you're having sex for the filth of it!?”

“Oh! That's just because I don't want to confess to being a virgin anymore! I don't feel like confessing to being a virgin because I don't feel like being imbecile about feeling sexual! But I still don't feel I'm into sex for the sake of benefits for the stuff that you guys would be into to the extent you had the same things to deal with!”

“Then what about how you and I had one orgasm each about that call for the way of dealing with the penis as were it smart at being filthy at points where it tries to be self-sufficient and not to pretend it's in the way for me as I put my pants on?!”

“That's just because I don't have any confidence in myself as the one to pretend as if something about the penis being perfect at being unfilthy and I thereby feel that it isn't there for the purpose of showing what it is about, but for the purpose of showing everyone that it is there for being fucked!”

“But how do you believe the penis is about that?! It isn't about fucking so very much! It's about peeing and it's about showing itself to be real about none-horny attitudes as well as horny ones!”

“I don't believe the penis is very much to be had compared to my cunt, which is aobut trying to fuck all the time! It's only that when you guys try to fuck me then I'm about trying to have a penis seem ridiculous compared to my vagina!”

“Then how come they don't see to be into sex as much as the vagina?!”

“It's because they don't seem to be about my vagina as much as about their own sex! and my sex is much better in that they don't seem to obey the doubters of sexual capacities and the wishes of those people to make us react as though we didn't feel like being sadistic at times when we aren't very sadistic without sex!”

“Then what are you about when you try to tell me that I don't have a point in that those three girls were not conspiring?! I mean it's all about them conspiring that it could be, that girls, like you or they, cold find themselves to be into sadism for the sake of sex alone, and thereby not try to pretend as if something about their horniness about what they want for dessert once they had it!”

With that she gave up, and they called the police.

The Evil Choice of Woman or Man

“How can we,” Rebecca asked, “feel confident without there being the insinuation about us that we are insinuative ourselves about the feeling of immaturity to be of virtue for all sadism there is!?”

“I don't know!” her friend answered. He looked at her and continued: “I feel that we don't have anything much against us anyway, somehow! It's not like they actually can harass us about being bad, is it? I mean now that we're trying to pretend as if nothing so much that they don't really have a clue about our hopes, there is also of any possibility, is there, that they continue pursuit of what we're after once we seem to be an ordinary fairly happy couple!?”

“Then we should all try to have it we all are into happiness just for the sake of being real about not answering to calls from the decadent and corrupt people that we used to - we could say - be willing to deal with! Right?!”

“Right! Therefore, I can't feel there's really any charm in pretending as if nothing at this stage! We could, couldn't we, be insinuative of our ability to be cool about not being evil, once we don't feel like it!”

“I feel we have to pretend as if nothing, because evil is not to be viewed as something they will forget if we care about! I also feel they should be caring about the insinuations that we are evil as were they shallow!”

“I can't feel that it makes any difference for me if we seem evil now or just pretend as if nothing from now on, apart from the difference it makes that we in that case don't have the guts to see to it that they respect our assets for it!”

“I can't see that as an asset! It's not our assets that it's about, seeming evil while we actually could seem to be good people, who don't care about being evil without remorse, even for exceptions!”

“Then I shall see to it that they don't ever find out about my lusts for sinning while contemplating on how to revel in their agony about being sinful themselves. But I won't pretend as though I wasn't evil enough to fake that evil someday would be of gain for me to be into! I won't have it we aren't capable of having it they are the evil ones while intimidating them by being evil ourselves!”

“I can't see why you and I should not be evil together? And thereby I cannot tell how come they don't feel that we should be viewed as the couple that are good people, although we both can know that we don't care about very much goodness!”

“I don't see in you to be able to take my stands at all about this! Therefore I won't accept you as my partner anymore! Besides, I've gotten myself another girl on the side, and she's not going to be as dumb as you are on this issue!”

“I have also had partners on the side! I can perhaps be into one or two of them in order to compensate for that!”

“Then I won't care about how my ass is on the line for you since that time last year when we decided to be partners!”

“Alright! But I won't care about the way they feel that I've been up to loving you while I already had two other boyfriends when we hooked up!”

“So what?! I feel they aren't anything but mature enough not to respect you for being that imbecile who wants to pretend evil is about immaturely having it one is smart at seeming to feel evil is good or something!”

“I don't feel that way about it! I feel that one has to hide one's lusts in the first place, and then one has to expose them as though they weren't there in the first place! Therefore the result will be seemingly that it's evil that I pretend to be, but evil is not to be shown for them all, if one is to be clever!”

“Then why do you pretend as if something about the sadism you had when I was into pretending you were that good woman who shouldn't be harassed by the people who find themselves to be immature if they don't pursue or at least harass the evils they see?”

“I don't know why! But somehow I felt right then, that it should be shown that I was smart at being evil although it didn't show all the time. I felt that it was about time to be showing it off; but I don't feel like being obvious about it when it's not smart at keeping a surface intact for the sake of pretension that it's not evil otherwise!”

“How come then aren't you being evil now, with the thought of pretending as if something about evil being immaturity of some kind, which then turns out to be evil in itself?!”

“It's because I don't feel like telling everyone about my business in being evil!”

“Then it's not about the respect we should have for other evil people that you are! How come you have it I don't have the respect I should have, when it's you who aren't dealing with it as though it was respect we should have?!”

“I don't feel I haven't given you all the respect you should have! I don't feel there's any problem I could have if it weren't for that you pretended I was evil in the first place!”

“I can't pretend that you're evil when you're being surface good all the time! Why do you say I'm pretending when you're not at all susceptible of the notion of being evil? Or at least of being evil so it shows in a good sense?!”

“Richard! It's not I , it's you who are that kind of dumb! It's not I but it's you who have been pretending as if nothing about that we're evil in church! It's not I but you who has been into evil as though it weren't a smart attitude to show off at occasions when one can show it off so that it pays off!”

“Bullshit! I haven't pretended they aren't immature when they aren't evil! But you have, you little lying bitch who thinks they should be treated as though they were the better ones and then wants to rebel against me as though I wasn't the one to humiliate them!”

“I cannot revolt against your attitude about me! I cannot revoke that feeling you have about my ass being evil in too obscure ways for there being the right, for you, humiliation against those who are into good and humility! Because I cannot feel evil is enough to say when those people are around for us to revolt against! I cannot feel I have a revolution if I don't hide my ass for them! It's not us, it's them that it should expose, when we do something against the good and faithful.”

“Then why don't you feel that we are into goodness simply for the sake of being absolute about trying to pretend as if nothing?! Instead you feel that there isn't any object of communication in anyone who isn't smart at goodness! How come do you feel that there aren't any good virtues they would pretend as if something about!?”

“It's because I don't feel like being the kind of woman who can't seem to be innocent once they start accusing! I feel there's not any point in not seeming innocent to the extent they can be pretending we're bad! That's why I've been chosing not be evil at occasions when evil is not to be seen as mediocre, and not on occasions when it was just a tool for seeming perfect at being smart at nailing those who aren't evil!”

“I can thereby not feel up to giving you any harassment! But I feel there's no clue to how you can react that way to the evils that even without that are bad enough for nailing them!”

“I will from now on see to it that I'll be the one to be asked about what is evil and what isn't! I moreover assume that you aren't competent enough to see evil as the smartness that should be kept smart! Instead you're just wasting that evil like an asset for you not to be thrifty with!”

With that she closed the door that she had been holding for the latter part of the conversation. She left his house and drove away in her car. After two years, she returned and talked to him about what they had been doing. It turned out that neither of them could find other opposite-gender partners who found their assumptions about when to pretend as if nothing or something about evil to be sound!