Peter's Marriage

Mommy's Alternatives

”My mother will always have it that it's either realism or the mercy that doesn't ask for it.” Lizzie said. “She always takes advantage of my situation, of not being able to play her game as well as she.”

Her boyfriend looked at her and wondered if she thought she would never get away from her at all. He studied her facial expressions. They were sad but somehow saying that she was not to be disturbed from the dignity of being into values of her - or was that her mother's - kind.

“She always,” Lizzie continued, “has it they who come to me for rescue should be realists in the sense that they view her as my superior, or else as ... I'm not sure I can explain this! ... as mercy for her views of me as her doll to be keeping forever.”

“I feel that you should go to her and tell her that you don't want her to be that kind of a parent. After that, you and I could go to a party and have a good time, just to forget her for you.”

“Look, Peter, we're not into an affair just because I have to judge her for you. I need to be looking at her views on me as though they were superior until someone else says such things to her.”

“It's not you and I who should be harassed by her like that! Remember you and me are engaged for actual life together after our marriage!”

“Who the hell do you think they are, those friends of my mothers? It's not she who couldn't go to the police and say you raped me, and then have them as witnesses, somehow! You know it happened to me and my former boyfriend - or didn't I quite tell you about that late night out that he and I had?”

Peter sighed. “No, I don't think you did tell me all about it.”

“Well, do you want to hear it now?”

“Yeah, I guess it's worth listening to ya, after all! But I can become jealous if the two of you were into too much of that hanky-panky stuff.”

Lizzie stared downwards. “I and he had been seeing each other for a while. It was not more than you and I had been after three months of our relationship, though we actually had been together for more than five months, he and I.”

She looked at him and continued: “She imagined that I was raped in the sense that I was seen as happy with him while actually being frightened, or manipulated with.”

“Oh, I see,” Peter broke in. “But then she had been the one to really do that kind of manipulating, right!?”

After pausing for a few seconds she answered: “Yes it was! It was her manipulation, to some extent, that she wanted him to seem to have been doing. Only that she knew, I can suppose, that he wasn't ever smart enough, actually for it. Therefore I think she was as jealous as a boyfriend could have been against another man whom he suspected for cheating with me.”

“I see,” Peter said, and swallowed.
  

Too Bad They're Always Quarreling

“Why, indeed, then,” Lizzie asked two days later, “are you trying to quarrel with my mother, of all things?”

“I'm not,” her fiancé answered, while trying his best to hide his grudges

“Yes, you are, Peter!” she retorted.

“No, I'm not!" he said, looking at her as if he had no grudge whatsoever.

She smiled smugly at this. “Do you realize that you're trying to say that you've accepted her insinuations about me as your superior?”

He stared at her for a while. “The insinuations that are about your so-called superiority are not as accepted as they are repressed.” he said finally.

“Peter, I've already been thorough this about her with you. She did say that she meant to insinuate that you were not to take any part of my family until you grow up and show yourself to be a worthy companion about being precarious against the filth of those we and/or you have to despise.”

“It's not about her and me, this, is it?”

“You mean Carla?”

“Yeah.”

“No, it's not. It's about you being an imbecile and not about you having an affair on the side.”

He stared briefly at her before answering: “You and I don't have a marriage yet, so why don't you figure out how to produce smartness for the attitudes you want, and then you and I will look through what possibilities we have?”

“I can't believe you don't realize that you're the imbecile right now!”

“What?”

“You heard me. I really did find that last comment of yours to be an imbecile's way to feel sound about the nature of things he can't do on his own.”

“I can apologize to you for that imbecile comment of mine!”

“Do you feel you want to apologize for really being an imbecile, then?”

He sighed. Then looked up with an air of some sincerity. “No, I don't feel like it,” he said at last.

“OK! Then I propose that we end this relationship right away!”

“Really? So it is about that Carla thing after all?”

“I already told you! It's not about Carla! Besides, I've been having four men by your side! I now only have one less among the five I've been having for four years.”

He gazed at her. “How can you say that I'm imbecile when all that I proposed was that we keep an open relationship?”

“I can because you're stupid enough to believe that we are nonsense about having affairs on the side!”

“You could have told me!”

She sighed deeply at this. “No, I wasn't able to! But that's because you were the one to be always bragging about the way you handled me with your own affairs on the side. But now it's I who can find you an imbecile in that it's not you who are able not to admit it.”

“Oh my!” he said staring at her again.
  

 

The Jealousy of the Bad Cunning

“I'm imbecile, she said! Can you believe that?”

Peter's sister Sally looked at her brother with sympathy, but also with an edge of dislike. “Of course you're unwilling to desire her as much as you can. But how come you didn't tell her about the few unmentioned affairs you had on your side? I mean that would have set her straight about it, wouldn't it?”

He looked stunned at this. “Sally, I guess you're not aware that I have to face her family about it in that case.”

“I can see that you're not trying to see that you'll have to face them just the same.”

“What do you mean?”

“You just told me, she had had it her mother wanted to see you as her inferior. Also she had told you that she was looking forward to being against you having a relationship at all, or wasn't that so!?”

He sighed. “I presume you think we're talking about some small thing, like that trick she's trying to pull on me.”

“Can't you presume yourself that she is into something more than a trick?”

“How can you say that?”

“Well, she did say to you that you were an imbecile before she broke up with you. She even did mention for you that she had cheated behind your back. I can presume that she's totally serious about seeing you as her inferior.”

“I don't suppose you're after seeing me as your inferior as well, are you?”

“Why not?”

“Because you're not superior in that you don't argue for it in time! I mean for that responsibility of pretending as if something about the immature people that might ignore the possibility of loosing their sense of manners and so on that they fake that they have real smartness for.”

“I suppose you don't find it in me to take responsibility of the triumph one can have over those idiots?”

“I can't really find that much of it in the way you have been behaving! ... Do you remember when you said that there's no clue to how those gypsies should be undermined about their ability to seem to be normal among us?”

She frowned at this. “How come you bring up that old story? I was just supposing they didn't have the guts to presume they were normal. I didn't find it in me to presume you could judge them as easily as I could have done were I in a man's position about it.”

“It's not all about me then is it?”

“Yes, it is! It's all about that imbecile attitude of yours!”

“Now look who's faking an attitude of smartness for calling them filth while things are clear on what they are!”

“I don't presume you are into anything but niggers, apart from just telling them gypsies and so on about that necessity of yours!”

“I don't have anything against the negroes following their own trails, and I don't find anything that says you are up against anything so extreme as those morons whom I met with last month.”

“I don't suppose you're into anything but bragging about that!”

“How come then, don't you touch the spirit of the Christ so that it shows that we had been trusting Him to be our lord as well as theirs?”

“I don't find it in Him to be as trustworthy as they preach! But I do find Him to be as good as they preach! On the other hand, I don't see it in them to be as smart at Jesus as they seem. And therefore they don't have any reason to believe they're actually superior in the first place!”

With that they concluded the discussion.

“Excuse me, you're trying to be my sister's deceiver!”

“But how come then,” Peter asked, “do you feel there's a dilemma between caring and not?”

Suzanne, Lizzie's younger sister shook her head. “I don't feel there's an alternative to being upset with my sister for tearing down what we thought was almost always the real virtue of being a woman.”

Peter looked astonished. “Lizzie does not tear such things down.” he said after a few seconds.

“Yes, she does!” Suzanne responded.

“Like what?!”

“I tear down your wall of appearance that she falls for as though you were innocent. And she thereby tears down my own wall of appearance that shows that I am for real about her, and not like all of you guys!”

“What!?”

“I mean you and I could have had a romance, but then you should have been the one to always stop tricking me for trying to be friendly, and that without actually creating the dilemma as such!”

“What!?!”

“I mean I don't ask for your services any more than you would ask for mine at a time like this!”

“What!?!”

“I mean my sister and I don't ever have to quarrel! She and I get along very well without you and I arguing about how mom finds her way to being fulfilled without you two being horrible enough to pretend she demands from her what she doesn't demand from me!”

He thought for short a while, and then asked: “And what are those demands?”

“That I and she should have our happiness revealed, for each other, and not for enough other people to actually start a dilemma!”

“Do you mean that the choice between realism and mercy isn't there when you don't find yourself unhappy!?”

“Yes. I mean that you two are ruining that!”

“I and my girlfriend, your sister, are not trying to ruin anything! We are not into the demands of your mom as though they weren't there,b, possibly, in more than one sense!”

“How come then, you and shouldn't ask for the freedom to stand aside and be the ones not to be seen as the obnoxious ones that you guys should be into pretension about?”

“What?!”

“You keep saying what to all my questions! But here's a question for you to figure out with your family and about that I shall be into their dilemmas about why you and I should have the purpose for being ruled by that family of the bitch they said was my speaker of eternal attempts to be feeling worthwhile for men like you: How much do they pay for that you and I should have this conversation at all, although you and I shouldn't be together about trying to be into speaking about our relationship with her and my and Carl's mom!?!”

“Excuse me, but I don't feel this conversation is anything but your asshole attitude without any reason. Excuse me, I'm going to leave there!” he said and left.
  

Reasons to Try to Be a Lover

Ingrid said to her friend Lizzie that she should be trying to wash her hands clean of all the men she's had before, so that the new man would be well established as her actual partner. Ingrid insinuated, thereby, that she'd had a dilemma with men before her last one, and that this could perhaps be true about all her friends, by the way. Now she smiled at her friend and took her empty coffee cup from the table where she had served her.

Lizzie sat thoughtful. She figured herself to be of better value than to sink a coming marriage to the level of inadequacy that would be there unless she kept to the advice her friend just gave. But she also felt sorry about her two exes that they were not too bad, actually, and sadly she felt that she had to give their would-be friendship up for her present situation. As she watched her friend come back to the coffee table, she said:

“How come they see us as their superiors nowadays, those men? Why I remember in the eighties, how my very first love affair was just that the guy pretended I was a fake unless I wanted to have sex with him!”

“I suppose it's because you were just a teenager then! Why I, on my side, can recall how you and Josh faked that you were into nothing but hugging, and how you really rambled on even in my bedroom about sex without a condom!”

“I suppose that was all that I needed back then! But I feel now that things should be different! It's he and I that it should be forever, and that's the final word there should be about it!”

“How come you don't use a condom nowadays for the sake of establishing a relationship based on sound morals instead of just screwing the way you and they used to do!?”

“I feel I'm incompetent if I had to use a condom!” Lizzie answered.

“Me too! I feel totally instable about it if there's not any smart attitude about would-be for real about it all!”

Lizzie gave a short smug smile about this.

“I feel,” her friend said, “that you and I should go out to a party and not even think about what happened between you and the people there, and then you can have real sex before your marriage!”

“I'd love that! I feel now that I'm supposed to also take advantage of the situation that you and I should also have sex before I get married.”

“I very much supposed you would want that!” Ingrid answered her.
  

The Feeling of Wanting to Be Part of a Supposed Marriage

“I am an inadequate fellow for that kind of response!” George said to Peter. “I feel I'm unable to rescue myself from the torment of being inadequate for a response for ever!”

“I can't understand you!” Peter responded. “You don't have anything that says to me that you're really into a marriage before you actually start trying to be smart at feeling you are into the right thing with her!”

“So you mean I should say to my wife that she isn't happy just because my dick is stable only if she tries better than she wants to, to try to be my sexual toy for the evening? I don't feel that's a response at all! Because her insinuations are that my ass should be out of the house for her if she is not good enough anyway!”

“I don't feel you're into marriage unless you say so to her! Why don't you try to be into having her seem sexy just for the evening now and then just for the sake of saying that they should all appreciate her for it if she does?”

“Because I'm not that sexy for her!”

“I don't suppose you can actually understand what sex is if you don't try to be into her being your sex object, at least for the evening!”

“I feel I'm not up to such a response to her insinuations that I am not man enough for her house! I cannot insinuate that she is not woman enough for me, instead!”

“I think you could have!”

“No, I can't”

“Yes, you can!”

“I feel,” George told him, “that he and she should go out together even without my presence, but that I actually should be able to have it I would be the better fellow for her anyway!”

“I can't see why you can't be obnoxious with her the same way she has been with you!”

“I don't feel she's exactly being that obnoxious! Rather, she keeps insinuating that she has met the better fellow in him, and that this keeps him going, instead of that I should stay with her!”

“I don't suppose you're into marriage just because of some small talk about how very sophisticated they are those women, are you!?”

“I don't see what kind of a point you're trying to make!”

“It seems you're not into your own marriage, much less mine, for the sake of bringing about an everlasting commitment - at least not on her behalf!”
  

With All the Love the World Can Provide

Finally, they were about to get married! Peter sat on the sofa and hugged her. She supposed he was crude enough not to be able to actually stop kissing her except for the fact that her parents were watching them. This afternoon, they were going to throw a party, for the whole extended families of both of them.

This party was going to be a square ordination, probably, he thought. But, what he hadn't bargained for was to be figured as a guy to actually take as a snob, whom they thereby wanted to introduce to very fancy sexual and sadistic charisma. It was going to happen that it was she and not he who was able to find them a meal that could be consumed with an appetite not only for hunger, but also for sex and sexual extravagance.

At five a clock, the party began. Peter came there dressed in his usual tuxedo. So did most of the invited male members of his extended family. But his becoming wife did not dress up. Rather she had taken off some of her clothes.

“Why do we have to sit here and pretend we're all happy about not screwing each other?” she asked.

Peter looked chocked. “I thought it was you and I who were to be married this Sunday! I can't imagine how I should look in the media for this if I can't refuse you about it!”

Lizzie looked at him. Then she started undressing even more. She even showed her breasts to the public. “And look, I'll show my vagina, if you don't care to be a stud who cares to take care of sex as well as you try to take care of that business stuff!” With that she opened her skirt and showed her vagina to the public. She was very happy now. “I will show you all how Í have my vagina open almost all thee time for the sake of that sex appeal you searched for and found in me, you asshole!” she said.

He looked even more astonished now. “I can't suppose you and I are ever going to get married after this!”

“I will thereby show them all how I masturbated for having the guts to see you that afternoon when you thought I was to be the one to propose to!”

He looked at her in disgusted astonishment and chock. “I cannot ever forgive this incident!” he said.

Young Rita's Lusts and Extravagances

A School Day

Rita is a fairly average girl of fourteen, closing in on her fifteenth birthday, which will be in the middle may. Since she is already late for school and she needs to get there in order to be sure to pass all her final exams, which will be held only two months from now, fairly close to her birthday. She bikes and breathes heavily up the final slope leading to it.

In school, she passes a pencil to a guy sitting right in front of her. He turns around and looks at her. She smiles. He sort of smiles back at her face. Then she sits up straight so that her breasts look larger. He looks at them, and figures that they would do him the favour of finding him to be a playmate.

So after class he comes up to her and asks: “Was that your breasts you were about when you slid that pencil over my shoulder?”

She shook her head. “It's not my breasts that it's about, when you've come to sucking my vagina!” she said to him in an almost somber tone of voice.

A bit nonplussed, he looked at her again and said: “why do you pass a pencil over to me when all you want me to see is your vagina?”

“I suppose you don't know how my vagina will work for us both once the two of us get into bed together!”

Amazed by this, the boy stared at her while slowly biting his upper lip, and then looked down on the floor. He smiled shyly and then he asked: “Can I be sure that you don't infect me, at least not with the HIV?”

“I can guarantee it! I presume you can do the same for me?! As a matter of fact, lets both go to the school nurse right now and find out, the two of us!”

He smiled again. “OK, let's!” he said, and the two of them snook upstairs to her office.
  

Studying

That same afternoon, Rita was in bed with another one of the boys from school. She and he had studied what he was fairly much better at than she, which was math and geography. Afterwards she had kissed him and seen to it that he felt satisfied with her efforts to accompany him in his studies.

In bed with the guy, she sucked his dick very thoroughly. He came loudly. It was not a mistake that her mother came in and looked at them. She was very quick in saying: “Oh, so you have a new boyfriend here again!?”

“Yes, mom, I think it'll be a good one this time!” she said, and he mused at this.

Rita's mother smiled and said_ “Perhaps the two of you wanna come down and drink some tea with me, or so, shall we?”

He looked at Rita and then at her mother. “No, I don't think so,” he answered. “I think I should be getting back to my parents home!”

“Oh, I see!” the mother said, and smiled again. “I find it in you to be fresh about fucking at the first date, anyhow. Right?”

“So what?!”

“I mean that you're about to come now to a conclusion that I don't wanna be part of all of this, right?”

“Yeah,” her daughter broke in, “he is into that you and I should be together about this being a thing just between me and my closest partner right now, I think. Right Conrad?” She peered at him.

Conrad looked amazed. “I didn't expect this kind of a meeting with your closest relative!” he said after a while.

The mother now closed the door and went downstairs. Rita stood up and looked at her boyfriend. “You and I should be together for ever about this, Conrad!” While speaking she had grabbed his cheeks and shook them very gently.

“I don't suppose you shake my cheeks because you want me to seem to be your child, do you?” he asked.

“No,” she said and let go, “I shook them because you and I should be together for always, that is.”

“That is what?” he asked in astonishment.

“It is because my mom wants us to be alone that you and I should be together for always with my cunt as open as this!” She indicated her vagina, which was opener than most he had seen.

The next day in school, she almost tripped on a satchel that someone had just put on the floor beside the classroom door. She looked around and saw a young guy, about seventeen, looking at her. She smiled at him.

He smiled back and said. “Yeah, that's my school bag!”

“Are you a senior student?” she asked.

“Of course!” he said.

“I'm sorry I tripped on your bag!”

“It's no problem! I was just gonna fetch it anyway!”

“I'll hand it to you, if you just let me see what is in there!”

“Why?”

“Because I wanna see what a cute stud like you could carry in a satchel!”

He smiled sombeerly. “OK, look in it. But there's nothing there but a few of the books I have for class.”

She looked. It seemed he studied AP chemistry. She took the bag to him and said: “My, you're an intelligent man! You seem to be the kinda guy who could use some company for the night too, old stud!”

He smiled somberly again. “I don't know if I have the time for that kind of stuff! I wanna study hard, and get into some good Ivy League college!”

She handed him the bag, but said to him that she wanted “to face him in the real circumstances of finding out what men will be when they're as smart as that!”

“How do I know you don't infect me with something?”

“Oh, I'll have a note soon enough from the school nurse, I think. At least about HIV that is. ...”

“I think that's not enough! But I also think that if you and I go there together, then perhaps we could find out what else there might be in that vagina of yours?!”

She peered at him without smiling, now. “Who takes me for the kinda cunt who wouldn't be willing to go the steps to her myself, without you following and trying to find out my every move?!”

“I don't call you a fuckin' cunt! I'm calling you an asshole for that you don't seem to be ready for me to say that I don't want your venereal diseases!”

“Oh, OK old stud. Then I take it back that I should hand you your satchel!” But he already had it in his hand.
  

The Test's Returned

The boy Rita had flirted with after arriving late the other day again sat right in front of her. Today, he turned around to her right after the class ended. He said: “I've gotten my HIV test back. I'm clear. You could fetch yours as well!”

“OK, I'll go there.”

“I would like to accompany you, if you don't mind?”

“It's quite OK to go there with you!”

He smiled. “Let's do it now, can we?”

“Let's!” she said, and smiled back.

They went there, and got her tests. “As you see,” she said proudly, “I don't have it!”

“No, and neither do I, as you know!”

“Let's go fuck!”

“Now?!”

“Yeah, now! Here, in the janitor's office!” She indicated a closed door, and tried to open it. It was not locked, so they both went in there. He closed the door after them and they did it.
  

The Dance

“Kissing isn't inadequate for me on a first date!” Rita said to the senior student she had now managed to go out with.

“I don't suppose they do mind, then, your folks?”

She smiled smugly. “No, my mother doesn't really mind!” she said.

“And dad?”

“Dad's not home! At least for a week or to he'll be out of town, I think!”

“I don't think we have any problem with pretending they're the ones to complain then, do we?” he said and kissed her on the mouth, just a little bit deeper than a smart kiss to be calling decent.

“I don't see why you don't kiss any deeper than that! After all we're not here to be respectable, are we?”

He looked at her. “How then do ou want me to kiss you?”

She held his held and kissed him hard enough for him to feel a bit annoyed by this. “I don't feel like kissing this hard in public!” he said.

Rita peered at another boy she saw in the dance hall. “How about if he and I kissed, and showed you what it's all about, then, stud?”

“I don't want his HIV, or that is his possible HIV! Can't you find anything respectable to say?!”

“I don't find it in me to say I cannot kiss another guy, for as long as you don't kiss me as well as he would!”

The other boy looked at them. “I don't have HIV,” he said, “and I feel like kissing her. But I just can't get around to it, because my girlfriend, too, would become jealous!”

“How about a foursome, then?!” she asked.

“I'll try to ask her about it!” the guy said and wen to the bar, where she was standing and sipping from a Piña Colada. They watched him asking her, and they discussed it, with her looking up at at them a few times. After two minutes they both came and she said: “OK, if we all are HIV free, then let's go somewhere and have a real good foursome!”

“Let's go where?” Rita asked.

“My place is empty! That is my parents are out for the weekend! We can go there and all do it right in my bedroom, without anyone knowing it!”

“Great!” Rita responded. “Then let's all just dance for a while, and then when we feel like it we can all go visit your mom and dad's place, and we'll all have a really good time there!”
  

Let's Go Fucking!

Rita looked at her new friend, a boy from across town, whom she had contacted via email. He was unusually cute for the type of guy whom she could get acquainted to. “Do you,” she asked, “feel like fucking, or should we just sit on a still date and just look at each other?”

“I don't want to go too fast. But I feel like fucking you after some wine or something!” he said somberly.

“I can get some other girl to fuck with you too, if you happen to feel like it?”

“Can you?” He looked at her with amazement.

She blinked her left eye at him and responded: “Some guy or girl, that is!”

“Oh, I prefer girls! But they do have to be pretty, as you or I, and they must be without that HIV, and they should be without any other venereal diseases, too!”

She sighed. “OK, I'll try to check them!” With that she picked up her phone and dialed some number. A girls voice answered and she smiled. “Hey, Sally, it's me, Rita! I and a guy you'll find handsome, I'm sure, are sitting here and waiting to be screwed! And I can't think of any better screwer than you in this town! By the way, I hope you can be sure not to have caught that AIDS virus or something!”

The girl responded something that took about half a minute to say. Rita, meanwhile, smiled smugly and seemed to hope for that extravagance of hers to become her reality for this night, too. At last she giggled to her friend and said: “I'll ask him!

“Tony! Do you feel like going to her parent's home and doing it?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

She smiled smugly again. “Yeah,” she said to Sally, “Yeah, he's OK with it!” After that Sally said a few things to Rita, after which Rita glanced at Tony, who was sitting there and smiling. “Yeah, I think we can both be there in about ten minutes!”

They both emptied their glasses, and then went off to Sally's home.
  

Feeling She's the One

“I feel like I'm into caring a whole lot about her!” the nineteen-year old guy said about Rita.

“So did I, until I found out how many other guys she had sex with.” his seventeen-year old brother responded. “She has had me in bed too, Carl!”

His brother looked stunned. “OK, perhaps she is a bitch! But I still feel very much like caring about her!”

“You shouldn't!” his brother George responded.

“I can't resist her, not now!” Carl said. “I don't want to be into it, but somehow that lesbian side of her affects me, if nothing else of her does!”

“Oh, really!?” George muttered.

“Yeah, really, George! The other day she really called on two other girls and had me in bed with them! At the same time she keeps saying to me that I'm the only guy she wants! And although it isn't true I can't feel like not liking it!”

“Oh, she did that to ya?!”

Carl looked somber. “I feel she acts much more like a porn queen now than when I used to know her! She doesn't seem even to respect anything about - ah, well even of you, in a sense! ...”

“She does respect me! Only thing she doesn't do is to try to be herself when I'm around!”

“That's exactly what I'm about; she's not even respecting you enough to be herself about ya!”

Carl looked downwards and sighed.

 

OK, Let's Try that again!

“I feel like fucking her and you as well!” the new guy said to Rita.

She sighed and told him: “Yeah, OK, I'll see if I can get her or some other girl to screw with both me and you!”

He smiled a bit awkwardly. “You and I could even come out square and get a third girlfriend upon that!”

She looked at him, feeling insecure about his wishes. He saw this and added: “I don't mind if they're not all that pretty! You know, with that cute little face of yours, she and then some fairly ugly bitch don't have to be in the way for me to say you'll be fucken great together!”

Rita responded by a wolf whistle down the aisle. A few people looked their way. Rita indicated something and two girls, one of whom had looked up, started walking towards them.

When there the one who hadn't looked up said: “My, what do we have here! Even in church you're doing it, Rita!”

Rita looked at them and retorted: “How about the three of us share this dude for the evening?”

They looked a bit startled.

Then Rita stood up and whispered something to one of them. Then also to the other one. The two of them smiled and looked at each other. “OK, let's do it!” one of them said.

That night the three of them went to his place and brought four other guys there. He opened and said abruptly: “I don't wanna be doing this if there are to be other fellows but me there!”

“I thought you were open for an also gay kind of relationship!” Rita responded.

He looked at them. “I feel like not doing it tonight, at least, he said.

“Peter,” Rita said, “you and I should get together some day and really fuck them all!”

“Alright, I'll let you in,” he said.

“In fact,” one of the guys said, “you might even let us in now, and we'll show you a little about sex that you hadn't reckoned with!” Somehow his comment made Peter feel pressured into letting them all in.

Once inside, he got to know that two of the guys were gay, including the guy who had spoken to him earlier. It was a funny little event for Rita and the two other girls, where they had those guys fondle him and the remaining two take turns in screwing each of them.

 

The Masquerade

Two weeks later, it turned out that Peter, Rita, and the two other girls all had the HIV virus. After further testing and questioning (by both the police and some other people), it turned out that one of the girls and two of the four hunks had it earlier on. However, Rita who had been saying to them all to participate could not sue them. But Peter did. And so did one of the two other girls, as well as one of the gay hunks that other one, and one of the strait fellows one of the two girls that Rita had invited initially.

Somehow, it seemed now that Rita was filthier than any of the four dudes she had invited. It seemed also that the girl who spread, but caught, the virus, seemed angrier with her than the guy who seemingly had infected both her and Rita. She was not quite as upset with the third girl, who had been one of her closest buddies, as with either of them, but resented her more than the stud she had actually been screwed by.

Carl, and two other fellows, who had been infected by Rita, were suing her. In this she decided to go underground, because she was afraid that some more fellows might turn up and sue her. It was a lucky coincidence for her that she had a look-alike girl in a nearby school district, whom she could dress up as.

It was not that she could escape those payments that were to be made. But she could seem innocent by using that other girl's defenses for her own sake. That is, as she pretended to be that other girl, she, the other girl, increasingly suffered from maltreatment from those who thought it was she.

It had not been insinuated that Clara (who was that other girl) was even into trying to be extravagant as if she was into being horny, except for the fact that some people had witnessed her doing some weird things, that were almost totally unexpected of her. Even so, those who had seen that stuff did not tell her, very easily, at least, since the few things that could have surfaced were very embarrassing, and somehow seemed totally out of place to be saying about her. Instead, the other girl eventually grew more and more defensive.

Rita thereby took the initiative to 'defend' girls who were bullied by guys and girls who did not accept girly sexuality. She thereby also could defend her own (but seemingly Clara's) actions, and thereby her own actual fucks. This worked for several years, until they discovered her.

But they didn't bargain on her pretending to die. She did pose as her being sure to win a case and as herself as very intimidated about it, before faking her own suicide by use of the other woman's body.

It was not she who would go undiscovered in the long run just the same, she figured. But she would pose as that other girl until she could leave town, with some compensation money from the parents of the girl she now didn't view as herself!

Care for the Winner

Chapter one

As she left her house, she looked up at the neighbor's window, where he sat eating some cornflakes or something. She arrogantly felt the need to declare that man ridiculous, in the sense that she could reach a higher altitude of despising the low ones, mostly if she saw it in this man that she would be forgiven for loathing him for no reason. She somehow managed to feel right about doing it, so that for example Jesus Christ wouldn't mind it. “Thereby,” she thought for herself while walking down the street, “I can from now on fake that I am valuable for that kind of freak!”

She walked on to a car that was parked a few blocks away. It was her father's. She was almost not happy about simply borrowing the car, but she did not as of yet have an economy that permitted her to own one of her own. His vehicle was permissible, for her, to enter and leave without that seeming obnoxious nor poorer than that “One can,” she felt, “respect me just the same!”

Upon starting it she drove over to her boyfriend, who lived on the other side of town. Ringing on his doorbell she felt a sudden urge to show him that she was now a woman of dignity and fast love, even though she had just the night before expressed her hatred over him seemingly feeling something like that.

While he opened the door she smiled and then caressed him very smoothly, so that her ignorance of what she felt yesterday didn't seem important, she hoped. He smiled back , and, returning the caress, said: “I suppose you're into a good mood to have sex right now, aren't you?!”

She smiled solemnly, and whispered: “Yes, I am, dear!”

“I didn't see that you were horny until that smile on your face. There was not a trace the second before it!”

“I feel that they are idiots, those guys who think that you and I should not be together for always and then also see it in ourselves to be much more worth than all other people! I feel we should go to bed now and screw the hell out of ourselves until the shadows of doubt about that in us disappear forever!”

He shivered in a way that was almost certainly of pleasure, but she felt a little annoyed at him over it. In her mind she then made a plan. She would have him shake for her until she met a better guy, and then she would pretend she had never been satisfied with him in the first place. Going to bed with him she thought: “I wonder if this man of mine is any better than that I could exchange him sooner or later, since I now can find Jesus to be on my side even when I scare myself by being a girl who wants more than one could expect from them!”

They made love and she felt him come to her ecstasy about not having to bother with taking him as a good enough person to be into complete honesty with, and then she felt Jesus somehow arguing that this was the furthest he would let her take it. She thereby drew the conclusion that Jesus was no more the man than for example he was, and thereby completed her sarcastic attitude by saying to herself that He was not to be bargained with as a smart enough fellow, were it not for his appeal on the thousands of followers that ridiculously admired his so-called smartness for morals.

Thinking this she realized that she had sold her soul for the sake of sarcasm against that neighbour, of whom she knew nothing. “Or just about nothing, I can say to myself,” she thought and almost giggled. “I could,” she figured, “almost certainly see to it that he seems to be a mediocre fellow at being with Christ, and thereby have this seem to be something quite different than such a ridiculous soul sale!”

Her boyfriend seemed to think she had giggled about something sexual, which she therefore pretended to be totally into.
  

Chapter two

The next day, she was looking through the window of an apartment building's lowest floor, where she saw a man seem to dress himself, but then she realized that he was undressing, and giggled. She watched carefully until he was fully undressed, then she thoroughly let her feelings show about that she had been a bit turned on by it. But the man looked in another direction. Instead a girl walked up to her and asked: “Are you looking at him, or is that just your way of seeming to be about what I can call a hope for better amusements around here?”

Hearing this, she was stunned. “And who are you to be asking?” she demanded.

“I'm Deborah!” the girl said and held out her hand.

“Linda!” Linda answered Deborah, and took her hand and shook it.

Now the man in the window seemed to notice the two of them. But he had by now put on a bathrobe and was just casually looking at the two young women outside his apartment.

Looking back now at him, Linda smiled. She felt annoyed that the girl beside her might be smiling as well, but she felt also that it could help her to an advantage over that man, and also over her boyfriend, somehow. While she was thinking about that, the man in the window waved at them.

She waved back, and noticed that Deborah did too. At this he began opening his window. “Hey,” he smiled. “What are you to girls so curios about, now?”

Linda blushed, and so did Debbie, it seemed to her, because he continued: “I can see the both of you have been amusing yourselves about me being into showering or something ...”

“I can tell that you have a nice looking body! I saw it from across the street, and I watched you undressing - and so did she!”

The man smiled. “Do you wanna see more of it then, huh?”

Debbie giggled softly. “Yes, I would,” she said, but I'm afraid my husband would be jealous!”

Linda giggled too. “I think the same of my fiance!”

But now they both noticed his bathrobe bulging in the area about the penis.

“I can see that we have an effect on you even so!” Linda burst out.

Now he blushed. For a short while he just stood there, silently, the bulge growing a little more. Then he closed his window and left it.

The two girls looked at each other, blushed and then also giggled. “I wonder,” Debbie said, “what it would be like to see what he's doing in that shower of his!”

Linda looked at her. “I wonder too,” she said, solemnly.

Debbie looked her straight in the eye and asked: “Do you find him funnier than that fiance of yours?!”

Linda looked at her. “No, I don't!” she lied.

“To the extent you're lying, you should know that I too feel that it's sort of funnier to look at the naked men you've got nothing to do with, than to walk around, having a husband (or as in your case a fiance) who should be seen as the best there is, while the other men are supposedly just studs to be reckoned with as important not to notice when they're sexy or so!”

“I feel that we should go to the other side of the building and see if we can find a way to look into even his bathroom!”
  

Chapter three

After dinner that night, Linda masturbated over having seen that man undress and then masturbate in his shower. She amused herself at the thought of being funny about not admitting this to her boyfriend. Even so, she found herself to be the weird little girl that he (her boyfriend) should always want to look up to as the faithful kind of partner that was 'of course' never to be accused of any infidelity! The contradiction amused her so much that Jesus in her seemed to react. She thereby continued masturbating without feeling that she was afraid of His power, since her labia were so smart at seeing that in Him, that He was the ruler of her smartness for morals even now that she was soul sold.

After she came for a second time, she felt that she had now reassured herself that nothing was worth it except Christ by her side and then also the devil on the other. In the sense that she wanted more satisfaction, she wanted to get rid of Christ, but she also felt that He was the security she needed in order to seem fair against those evil spooks that she would conquer. Partly she felt also that her vagina was into Jesus so much that she knew what He would to to her if she wasn't good enough to even be presentable as the Christian girl He had admitted for her (when she was a child) that she was very very much, she figured.

“I don't feel it's evil, not nowadays,” she thought for herself, “to admit there's no evil in figuring all others to be below me, as I know there's Christ to defend me and my wishes forever, be it just for me to say so, I can admit it!

“I adore Christ,” she continued for herself, “ as long as He follows the urges that tell me I'm supreme even though I'm soul sold!”

Christ seemed to answer, she thought, that He was into admiring her too, as long as she admitted that He was “the paradise to be thought of, for just as long as one cannot be free from all responsibilities of the worldly life!”

Thereby Linda amused herself a little for the sake of telling herself Jesus was with her even in that, and then she felt she had to call her boyfriend in order to satisfy him just a little about her being into new kind of views on lifestyle and ethics, perhaps. With her vagina still open for it, she reached the phone and her boyfriend. “Hello, Ben!” she said when he answered.

“Hello darling!” he answered.

She smiled inwardly and said. “I just wanted to call you to make sure you're alright, and to see to it that it'll be forever you and I, you know.”

“Why, thanks honey,” he answered, and she felt her cunt expose itself for the illusion that he was the only man she adored.
  

Chapter four

The next day, Linda went to the library, where she borrowed two books. One of them was about seeing to it that one's boyfriend was steady about belief in that one was about him and nobody else. It was titled “Junior Esteem of Having a Boyfriend” and seemed to be about what she really hoped to learn about seducing men. The other one was entitled “Homecoming Queen” and seemed to say enough for her about how to feel good and honourable while being unfaithful.

The librarian looked suspiciously at her when she borrowed the books. She answered by giving him a glance of amusement and then looking at his penis for the while it took for him to register the books on her account. He returned the glance before finishing it, and then noticed her looking down there. It was probably fairly amusing for him, she thought, knowing, somehow that he had noticed. Then she looked up.

He seemed ignorant, just the same, of that she had tried the flirt of actually looking at it, she thought. “Thereby, I can perhaps be looking at more penises,” she said to herself.

While leaving the library she spotted some old man trying to be into staring at her. She immediately saw to it that he was to be thought about (by her at the very least) as the imbecile of the town. The assumption she had was that her own thoughts would become self-fulfilling prophecies that would eventually crush that creep of a someone, who didn't feel that he was too old to adore her!

She then went home and started reading the first book. It said that she aught to rebel against them just a little, so that they could feel that her attitude would be revealed already, if she had one. Reading this and some other tricks, she turned the pages of the first two chapters. After having done it, she went downstairs and looked out the window. On the street outside there were a couple of young boys playing soccer. Pondering on them she went to her kitchen and took a glass of wine, upon which she went outside and said: “You two boys should not see it in me to pretend that ball should be played like that!” after which she smiled and held up her glass, which was still half full.

The boys paused their game and looked at her. It seemed to her that they were brothers, one around twelve, the other in his early teens. The twelve-year-old answered: “How should we play ball then, miss?!”

She held up her glass and drank a sip. I'll show you guys when you've got the guts to see me upstairs!” after which she drank the rest of the wine in it.

“I could guess you were after that kind of a thing,” the older boy said. “What were you doing just before you opened that front door of yours?”

“Oh, I don't care to tell you all I've been into! I just felt like telling the two of you to take a ball the way they take it when they find themselves to be attractive!”

“I don't like her!” the younger boy said.

His brother sneered. Then he looked at her and said: “You better go in there or we will tell people that you're into young boys!!”

She looked at him in astonishment, and said: “How dare you speak to me like that, when all I want you to do is to find out about becoming a man to be reckoned with as the guy to look up to for other guys!”

He looked troubled, but retorted: “I guess I can't fancy you to be anything else but that dumb woman who things she can get me by just harassing my ass!”

“OK, I'm an old lady who wants a young man! Or you should look in that school book of yours to find that I am not your friend to be had without that being another type of man in you! So, kids, I think you should fancy now, to get of my street and stay of it until I sober up, because now I'm about to feel that you two should be viewed as imbeciles from now and on!”

“I can fancy you seeming to be the kind of a bitch that doesn't see me as I have a right to play on this empty street that is ours as well as yours!”

She glared at him. “Oh, really!?”

He giggled. “Yeah!” he sneered.

She thereby returned into her home, and hoped the boys would not start any rumours about her. Before she returned to her bedroom she glanced quickly out the window and saw the two boys playing their soccer again. She stood there for a few seconds and cursed them a little, without feeling there was any notion of smartness to doing that, but even so, she felt relieved after having done it.
  

Chapter five

“To the extent she wanted it,” Linda's friend said Linda, “she would have shared her apartment with him at any time, because he was eager to be with her, and she was to be seen, he seemed to be feeling, as the one and only for her!”

“Thanks, Jenny!” Linda said. Then she looked at her watch and added: “I think it's time for me to go see my boyfriend. But tell that fellow that you, I, he and perhaps some other people should be having a party. where perhaps my boyfriend, but perhaps someone else, should feel sympathy for himself about the efforts he made for loving his fiancé so very much!”

“I'll try to tell him that sort of a thing, then, Linda.”

“Good! Then you and I should perhaps be into trying to pretend as if something about their repertoires or something like it - for the sake of feeling satisfied with our own esteems, I mean!”

Jenny giggled. “OK, let's do that!”

Two weeks later, Linda had managed to arrange that her boyfriend thought she needed to visit some relative out of town, and that he used that as an opportunity to go visit his mom, who lived quite far away. Today she and Jenny was going to have a party! To that party, they had arranged, there would come mostly blokes, but also a few more females whom they could seem to be into caring about more than the men there - if necessary, they had figured.

At the party the two girls both screwed with more than one guy each. Jenny satisfied herself with three male guest, while Linda had five. They both pretended that the guys were all so horny that they had not had any choice but to let them be male enough to screw the two of them and/or some of the other guys or girls at this party.

For the sake of seeming innocent they also pretended afterwards go both have been raped, by people they didn't know. Jenny asserted about Linda the lie that she had run into trouble about some guy stealing her wallet, so that she could not travel and see that old lady she had intended to visit. They thereby cried before people they knew, eventually including Jenny's fiance.

Eventually, though, both of them admitted that they had been too horny to stay away from foul play for having sexual encounters. They were not into being sexually advanced, they both lied, but their lives had been so affected by the men who later turned up at the party that they couldn't quite resist their manipulation. In this, they had the absolute notion about themselves as innocent, as long as there weren't any absolute safety for them against being revealed as yearning for evil and sex as an absolute against that Jesus or something reveal their longings as bad enough to be set aside from His friendship.

To the extent they were discovered, they would either blackmail the person who knew it about them, or have it they would not be talking about them, thanks to the devil in them both, they figured. It was not yearning for the devil per se that put Linda aside from wanting to go to heaven, but it was yearning for viewing herself as supreme although she was not. Most of all it was about yearning for having herself seem dignified while being into evil that she wanted to believe was good in the Jesus sense.

Issues on Freak and Fancy

Chapter 1

“I don't find it in me,” the woman said to her friend, “to believe they actually want to have seemingly smart attitudes about taking advantage of that kind of situation!”

Her friend looked puzzled. “Why not?” she asked after a while. “I don't find them to be seemingly even that smart at seeming stupid! But how come, anyway, do they seem to be able to smuggle the drugs so easily to our county? Cause it seems rather unlikely that the toll people would not inspect also an idiot about possible dope!”

“I don't think they're too dumb to be into pretending, at least at times, that they are dumb! Because she was after trying to fix me in on the drug kind of thinking for the evening when I had decided to try to get to know her!”

“I suspect they don't seem to be the most serious people to be around, then, am I right?”

“I can't say she seemed serious, though I happen to feel that she was ruining my character rather elegantly! She even seemed to be interested in taking to herself the thought of being a close enough friend for serious trust for the sake of pretending she was worth my trust as well!”

“I can't say we're actually seriously very threatened by them just the same! Because whoever they are, more than that woman, they cannot, can they, terrorize our usual happy existence!”

“I would terrorize them back if they came to me, but what I feel about them is that they are perhaps that many, to the extent I am caught in their toils!”

“Christine, I can't believe they are actually into having exactly you be caught in their toils!”

“Really, Rebecca? Cause actually I feel that they might actually feel that once they've tried a little, then they want to try some more, and eventually that could lead to my ruin - of character at least! But I also do feel that I can keep them at a distance, fairly surely, though.”

“I don't find myself to be ridiculous if I tell ya' to take the stands that she would never try to come back unless they have it in their business to have a likely customer later on for it. Thereby I don't think I can get into your business in any other way than to see you at your home and there see to it that you don't fall into their traps!”

“Why, thank you, Rebecca!”
  

Chapter 2

Christine was cooking the dinner she and Rebecca was going to have. She had invited her for it because she believed this close friend of hers was trustworthy enough to help her against whomever the might be. Therefore she assumed her to be helping her when she insisted on being in the kitchen too. But this was a mistake. Because Rebecca was secretly a drug addict, and she knew, even, the secret 'formula' for getting away with dealing the drugs, because the drug could be found locally, in the nature around where they lived: She and a few other acquaintances of hers had recently picked some of those funny mushrooms and pretreated them, dried them and also grinded them. And while Christine went to the toilet, her friend Rebecca put some of it in her milk.

Rebecca did not intend to drink the milk. Because what she wanted was to make her friend be more like her. It was hardly lust for the mushrooms themselves that she had; they were not very much of a addictive drug. Instead they were very evil in distorting the minds of the users of them - a distortion that at times became more or less irreversible.

Rebecca and Christine ate, drank and talked. It was hardly Christine who could have suspected her old friend of having become this treacherous against her. At the same time, she felt, she was even over dinner, changing. Towards the end of the meal, Christine asked her friend how she was feeling. But Rebecca said she was totally okay and said she could not say anything wasn't as usual, as far as she could tell.

Christine thereby turned to the subject of men. She had earlier discussed them with her friend, and said that they never seemed to find her acquaintance very trustworthy - and that she couldn't really deny that this was because she sadistically called them evil, even when they were not. “I feel now that I should have to apologize to for example Ted, but at the same time I also feel inclosed with the feeling of superiority for being attractive for'm!”

Rebecca looked down for a while, seemingly for the sake of being friendly. But then she said: “Why don't you and I start a sexual relationship! Then we could be both into seeing in them that they are bad and that we can't handle them without one another!”

Christine looked at her. The mushrooms had taken effect so much that she felt horny about her best friend. Thereby she said: “There must be a feeling of seeming adorable in actually being as close as you and I have been!”

Rebecca giggled. “Yeah! I also feel sort of that!”
  

Chapter 3

Two days later, Christine's twelve-year-old son drank of the milk before going to school. When there, he looked at his teacher and for some reason felt he was beautiful. Then he started looking around in the classroom, and found that almost all pupils there made him horny - just as the teacher had. Surprised by this, he looked around again and then he found his penis to be rising. He thereby raised his hand and said: “I need to go to the john!”

“Okay!” said his teacher. “But don't be too long there!”

“Okay!” he said and hurried away. While going there he noticed some people laughing, presumably at his now obviously erect penis. “My!” he thought. “How am I going to get away with this, now?!”

After school, he told his mommy about this. She answered: “I don't feel that they are to be laughing at such a penis! I also feel they have it in them not to admit that we all are to be for real about our penises and vaginas! From now on I command you to be trustworthy about staying always from those who giggle at such a thing!”

Amazed at this, her son said: “Mama, I can't see who that is before they start giggling at it! And thereby I can't avoid them if I don't want to make a fool of myself again!”

“I feel it's correct of you not to know them beforehand! But I also feel you should have that penis seem alright for the people around you!”

Sneeringly, her son looked around himself for a while. “I can't find it in me not to embarrass myself to the extent that I don't want to test them, mama!”

“Then you aught to go to school to the extent that they stop giggling, that's all!”

Pondering on his mama's new attitude, the boy went to his room and started studying.

After a while he heard voices from the living room. It was that friend of mama's again, he thought.

In the living room, Rebecca, Christina and two other people were discussing how they should get away from the drug addicts. It was not seemingly a normal occasion. Because Christine was trying to seduce exactly the one person of the company there whom she hadn't met before. But, she shouldn't be, because he was a preacher.

After a while the preacher noticed this. However, he ignored it, and looked at his wife as though she was to be the one to stop it. But she looked the other way. Then, the preacher said: “I cannot see that you're too smart a woman to be treated as though you were into thinking about the advice I have for you as if it were to be seen as mediocre compared to what they want me to say to you!”

Now his wife looked at them. “How come they always fancy you for that comment!?” she asked angrily.

“I can tell that you don't feel that I'm trying to avoid that! But I feel they should be letting me go, and let me do my business, that's all!”

Christine took a sip of coffee and said: “How come you and I don't see to each other as friends!? I can tell you have a wife who keeps on nagging at you! I could have the assistance I need from a man like you, and hardly from that your wife keeps scolding you for being nice!”

The preacher looked at her, and said: “Her angry attitude is not to be viewed as teh ridicule of the marital relationship that she and I have! I will thereby not be the one to destroy my marriage for the sake of you!”

Christine's son now entered the living room. “I can say that you, mama, don't realize that they find you ridiculous, while I feel that I am being ridiculed for similar attitudes!”

“I can't tell why that kind of ridicule should be viewed as anything but obnoxious!” she answered.

The preacher looked at the boy, and then his mother. “I can take it the two of you are ridiculous in the same sense, but that you, not he, has the guts to find himself as ridiculous as the two of you seem to be!”

“Robert only has the guts to say so because the people in his school laughed at him when he was trying to go to the bathroom for the sake of staying descent!”

“I see!” the preacher said. “But now I can't tell if you are trying to convince me that you are both trying to hide that kind of an attitude from me!”

“I'm not trying to hid anything!” Christine burst out. “But I am trying to find out what my son is about when he says he takes it they can't laugh at him in school without him being sore and restless when he gets home!”

The preacher's wife looked at her and said: “The tow of you should say to each other not to be ridiculous, instead of simply having it those ridicules are bad!”

Rebecca looked at them and said: “Then how come they don't find themselves to be laughable when all they do is try to be polite without actually trying also to be friendly or even to say to themselves that they should have been friendly?!”
  

Chapter 4

In school, Robert tried now to be normal, but the kids laughed at him, and seemingly talked behind his back. Thereby he got to be lonely for a week or two. But eventually, other kids than earlier started to befriend him.

“I,” one guy said, “also have that problem! Suddenly my dick was rising and I really couldn't stop it! I too was ridiculed, and they talked behind my back as well!” he said. “Thereby, you and I should become friends over this, and also try to be close!”

“I can't find a way to tell myself to try to be friends with anyone! But on the other hand I have no choice now, but to seek whatever friendships there can be! So you, Suzy and Dan can be my friends, preliminary, from now on.”

“Okay, let's do it that way!” Suzy said. “And I don't want to be friends with only Ann! So therefore I came to you with my similar problem as yours!”

“Then I want to be friends with her, I mean Ann, too!” Dan burst out.

“Me too!” Robert said. And so did the third boy. Thereby the three of them had found themselves to be into mutual relations about trying to be normal in the very asking sense, and found themselves to be ridiculous also about feeling they should be mediocre at contacting the other gender. The girl seemed to be plucky, and thereby not too ridiculous. Thereby, the three boys had seemed to be ridiculous in a way that seemed to themselves as low, while this girl seemingly hadn't. In tending to feel that way, the three boys resurrected, however, their confidences in themselves as persons who should try to be normal, while both this girl and also Robert's mom were trying to be smart at seeming aware of themselves as smart at presenting themselves. Thereby, both of them fell for the drug's irreversible effects!
  

Chapter 5

“I have confidence now,” Christine said to her son, “that I can work and be high-spirited at ones!”

“Good for you, mom!” he said rather indignantly.

“I thereby have a gift for you my son!” she said and tried to hug him. “I will try to make the people feel that we have a smart enough family to be viewed as better than they, and thereby we shuold be happy forever after here!”

“I'm not following, mom!”

“Robert! You and I disturb people by being happy! But form now on the thought of being happy shall always be the representable way for us and the rest of the people we're acquainted with will follow!”

“I don't think I know what you're talking about!”

She tried again to hug her son, this time with a little kiss to come with it. He avoided her, however.

Thereby, Christine didn't find herself to be as enjoyable as she had thought she was. The drug's effects could thereby be reversed had it not been for the couple of weeks after she got stuck in the state of mind of being secure about the effects being charming and smart to have!

“Sonny, you and I aught to never talk to each other that way again! From now on I will see it in you to be exactly like the others, those in my office, where I now have changed my position! And also those with the preachers, who all seem to neglect be for being responsibly sharing my sensuality!”

He looked at her. “Mama, you don't have any reason to say to me that I've been talking in the way that they have. They seem to be into that you are not to be viewed as responsible while I have only said that I don't know what you're talking about, basically!”

“Sonny, I shall from now on neglect that you ignored that I was coming from the perspective that she - I mean Rebecca - and I shall now be into a relationship that coins the value of being clear about one's sensuality as the greatest kind of treasure! We shall, she and I, thereby see to it that forever after we will be amazing in being sensual and thereby smart at being generous! Thereby I have gotten a new job at the firm; I am into advertising now!”

He sighed. “Alright mom. Take it the way you like! But I am from now on not happy with your life as disgusting and generous!”

“What do you mean!?”

“I mean the people in school would laugh at you as well as me and thereby keep on ridiculing for the time that you were there - if you ever go there mama!”

“So what, sonny!?”

“I mean i cannot handle them as being superior! While you seem to be handling them as being smart at trying to be superior, I am into that they should not be viewed as the people who should be into reasons for putting me down! Thereby you and I are not alike, although I am this son of yours!”

“I can tell you're trying to pretend I'm too smart at seeing people as smart at pestering us! I guess you aren't even trying to fend them off, those bullies!”

“I can't find it in you to actually take responsibility of your family, mama! I can thereby say that I have to take care of my own mind from now on!”

“I can find it in you to despise me for actually being a caring person!”

“I can tell you're trying to harass me for feeling responsible about what people think, while you keep thinking that we're really something else than what they see in us! “I can say to them, perhaps, that you are taking some kind of responsibility even so, but there is a catch, mama: They always will see it in you, and thereby perhaps me too, that you are pretending to know what they're talking about while they all can go on laughing and seeming innocent at the same time!”
  

Chapter 6

Three months passed, and in school, Robert and his new friends were finding new friends every now and then. Most of them seemed to be like Robert about feeling that it mattered that people found them ridiculous. But Suzy and five other kids were different. Indignant of the three of them, Robert felt like dumping them now and then, but couldn't because if he did, then he felt that his mother couldn't accept him, and somehow this intimidated him very much.

Robert thought of the three of them. They were only one boy. “Why?” he asked himself. “Perhaps it's because boys feel rather awkward about themselves when not appreciated, and girls don't - as easily!” he concluded, and felt pretty confident that this was the explanation.

Thereby, later that day, he shared it with Dan and one more boy. Dan said that it was possible that this was so, but that he felt that “girls also take responsibility for being clear about what they are instead of just what people think!”

“I think so too!” said the other boy.

Robert thought for a while. “Yeah, perhaps that's so,” he said at last. “But what if there's rumour about them and they have it in them not to be clear on when to be smart at being supportive of themselves as people who should be treated like shit just because they're innocent of caring to take responsibility of being immoral against those who spread those rumours?!”

“Dan said: “I don't feel they're responsible for being good when they don't find it in themselves to be happy about caring about the rumours, if that is the case!”

“I don't,” the third boy said, “feel they're irresponsible, though, to the extent they care about their seemingly sober-minded attitudes!”

“Then do you,” Robert asked, “feel that they care about their attitudes in general or that they only care about their appearance at the surface level?”

“I can perhaps be into that they all seem to care about their appearance, but that they don't all at all stay at the surface level for caring about the attitudes and stuff that we are about, Rob, but also they! Right?”

“Okay, I'll settle for that!” Robert said.
  

Chapter 7

“Then what do you want from me, mama?!” Robert asked Christine while she was doing the dishes. “I mean I can't see it in you to even be responsible the way Richard in school said that women do! I can't say that you feel one should get into caring about morals as long as they aren't seemingly for the sake of seeming perfect although one is not!”

“I can't say that I could tell you all about what I've discovered about my friend Rebecca!” his mother said, instead of answering him.

Robert looked up “What mom?!” he asked.

“She has been the bastard that has put something in my food! I can tell, because she has been the one to seduce me based upon when I was drugged! Besides she is nowadays clever at seeming to be my girlfriend for the lesbian stuff and thereby I shall go to the police and say that she has drugged me!”

He looked shocked. “I can only say that this was the last thing that there seemed to be between the two of you!”

“Then how come she tries to seduce me all the time!?”

“I didn't even know she did that!”

She sighed. “I mean there's nothing to stop that I go to the police and then say that she drugged me once I find what she has drugged me with! ... which I tend to think I shall find out by talking to the doctor soon enough!”

“Good, mom!”

“I shall talk to the doctor and then we shall sue that girl for being so evil with me!”

“Okay mom!”

“Thereby you and I shall find out what she's actually been about! Cause it seems that you also were drugged, which can - can't it? - explain the way you embarrassed yourself by being horny in school!”

“Yeah, mom, I guess it can do that!”

“OK, good, then I'll call that doctor right away!”
  

Chapter 8

A few days later, Christine and her son took of to the doctor and told him about the effects. He said that he thought it was one of four drugs that he knew about. So he immediately let a nurse take blood samples from them, but told them that the results could take as much as a few weeks - at most, he promised.

But five weeks later, there came a letter from him saying that no drug could be found in the test. However, the letter said that more than one of the drugs could cause effects that lasted longer than the traces of it in blood. Thereby, the doctor concluded, the troubles were caused by one of those.

Christine took the letter and went to the police just the same. At the station a police woman looked at it and then at her face. “Hmmh! I think we have a clear-cut case of being manipulated by drugging and seducing into not realizing that it's dangerous to be drugged in the first place! Do you remember when she first had you use those - pills was it?”

Christine looked nonplussed when she answered: “No, I don't know when that was! Because I didn't realize it at the time!”

“I see,” the police woman said thoughtfully. “I thereby conclude that she was actually through in getting to know you for it, right?”

Christine sighed deeply and answered: “No, she was my friend even from childhood, but there's nowadays an air to her that seems just like what I seemingly have about me - or at least my son tells me to think about myself as ridiculous when I tend to fix my thoughts at the issue of being woman enough to be staying clear on herself as the valuable being that should be regarded as a caretaker of fellow human beings. Even though he says so, he also implies that I probably should feel up to believing in myself as the virtue of seeing to it that this stays good enough for the two of us to be good together and then also to stay away from the thought of us being clear on how to manipulate one another.”

The police woman looked at her thoughtfully. “How come, then, do you feel embarrassed when you tell me this? Because you seem very much to be into speaking to me as though you knew nothing of why people find you embarrassing!”

“You think so!?”

The woman looked at her and said: “Yes, I really think you're embarrassing go be with! I can't hep that you behave like a dope already, although there seemingly hasn't been that much dope in you yet! I thereby feel that you should tell yourself to say way that woman drugged you instead of simply telling me that she is the one to have done it! I don't mean to embarrass you about that she has been awful enough to drug you underhandedly, but still, try to think about her possible motives, please!”

Christine thought for a while. “I guess she felt I was simply her inferior! ... Or else that I was stuck up if I didn't take them - because she had been taking them, perhaps!”

“I don't see the reason for that to be sure enough evidence for a motive, Christine.”

“I can't find the way to be clever about this! I have somehow been drugged enough, perhaps, to be unable to speak clearly! I seem not to have been sober since four months back! So perhaps back then she drugged me more than once.”

“Still I can't find enough evidence in this to say to myself that we can actually be sure this friend of yours is actually guilty!”

“I can't see how come they all seem to be so arrogant!”

“”Since you begin talking to me in a third person perspective I suggest that you go to a psychiatrist instead!” the police woman retorted.
  

Chapter 9

“Why,” Christine asked her psychiatrist, “do people tend to find me annoying when all I do is try to relieve their thoughts of themselves as totally okay to seem to be about for a woman like me?”

The psychiatrist looked at her and answered: “I don't see why yet. But I can tell that you are totally into trying to see them as fake because they don't like you.”

“I see it in them to be trying to trick me into thinking they are superior! Because they all seem to ask me to pretend I'm nothing but smart at ingratiating them or something! They all seem also to apply my opinion about myself as though I should be thinking of them instead!”

The psychiatrist looked at her again, and said: “I thereby can't say they couldn't be believing you to be someone else underneath some surface of ... perhaps that shouldn't be exactly ingratiation - or what do you think?”

“I don't feel they are anything but embarrassing to me, but I try to give them a compliment so that they can tend to view themselves as people whom I can be acquainted to without that meaning I am unfortunate.”

Her psychiatrist now sighed and thought for a while. The conversation continued and led only to that the psychiatrist felt that Christine was embarrassing herself by feeling that others should be thankful that she even thinks about them as friends without that causing a grudge in her.

As she was going home she sat on the bus and looked at other people entering it at the in-between stations. She then came to a conclusion about herself that she was not feeling good about liking any of them - almost. The only exceptions were a few people who seemed content about viewing everyone else as superior to them - except for in the moral sense. In this she saw in them an ability to be thorough about thoughts of moral as being superior to everything else. By concluding this about herself she found also that she had been moral had it not been for that drug in her. Because that drug had made her feel horny, and that kind of feeling didn't fit in with the kind of personality she respected.

Leaving the bus, she figured that if she was to be seen nowadays as the kind of woman who was respectable, then she must be trying to be descent in every way she could. Thinking about this, she entered her home with a sense of being supreme again. Taking of her coat and then her shoes she also felt supreme about trying to be good in the sense that was descent.

But, as soon as she felt totally secure in viewing herself as supreme, she started to dare to feel that she was also superior in the sense that any mistake she made should be tolerated by whomever might have anything to do with it.
  

Chapter 10

Modelling with her ex-friend Rebecca, Christine noticed about her that she was almost totally horny nowadays, seemingly content abut that coming during the photo shoots could be done by her. She seemed to enjoy very much being sort of unnoticed about it. But at the same time she seemed to glutton about showing it of! Thereby, it seemed to Christine that her ex-friend had been taking even more drugs, and she wondered why.

At one occasion, Christine looked at her and whispered: “I can tell you're so horny that you even ...” She finished the statement by a head nod.

Rebecca looked at her and whispered back: “I feel so great nowadays that you couldn't even imagine!”

Now Christine felt an envy about the horniness in her ex-pal. At the same time, though, she sort of felt that it should be deemed inappropriate. But she didn't thereby feel confident that she would ever be as happy without that drug as she could perhaps become with it.

Towards the end of the shoot, Rebecca tended to seem to show the camera that she - and supposedly also Christine - was horny about one another, something which made Christine blush. The cameraman looked a bit puzzled over this, but seemed rather content anyway. “I feel that you to seem actually to be into this business as though your private lives was part of it!”

Rebecca nodded: “Yeah!” she said. “We both feel very comfortable with showing off our amusements in the sense that we can be happy together without that being too filthy or disturbing for you or the public, I think. ...”

“I can't say it isn't quite charming of the two of you!” the cameraman said, while taking a few more shots, which tended to portray Christine as happy about being this close to Rebecca, who thereby felt an envy, again towards Rebecca, this time for being or at least seeming well-adapted for the situation.

“I can't tell,” Christine said, “how much aspiration there aught to be in a girl like me for the thought of herself as being intimate with both the public and my coworker for the sake of the photo shoot!”

The cameraman smiled at this and told her to continue the way she was doing it, “though I think with a snippet more and better fancy, perhaps, about the prestige in that thought of herself as tempting for those who would want to look at it.”

At this Christine broke out against him: “You are totally filthy! How dare you look at me and my former friend as mere sex objects! I will sue the two of you for trying to turn me into a sex object and for being fanciful about doing so! ...”

Chocked, the cameramen took it he was over the line about this. Then he looked at the two girls and found that neither of them seemed to be smart at presenting the situation as bad for the sake of their careers, except, perhaps the girl who scolded him, with whom it was in the sense that he was to be looked down upon and thought of as perhaps even the scum - or something - who should always be scolded for any small mistake he made. “I don't think you're in your right mind to say that, Christine! Because at least I ain't doing nothing that shouldn't be done at photo shoot!”

Christine seemed to sneer at this, but without being quite obvious about that. The other girl smiled happily and said: “I don't see any problem with the thought of the man taking the pictures having it we aren't the best, but still fairly good, models! So why, Christine, do you keep complying at it!”

“How should I not be complaining about it, when he is the filthy man who tries to see my vagina as the free enterprise he should be exploiting! He - and you for that matter - should not be seen as the real coworkers that I want to have! He seems totally out of his mind for the comment he just made about us!”

Thoughtfully the cameraman ended the session, upon which he told Rebecca that perhaps the two of them should get themselves a female photographer instead.
  

Chapter 11

During the next few weeks, the photo shoots were shot by a young woman named Helen. Somehow they kept on being peaceful and tranquil, although Christine wondered why she couldn't get herself to complain about them. But somehow she thereby felt growing confidence in both Rebecca, her and even the company they were working for.

Arrogantly, Christine felt that she was needed for the public, and thereby eventually she spoke to her friend (or so-to-speak, now, ex-friend) about that feeling of being horny, and asked if she could perhaps help her to some more of it.

Rebecca looked at her. “Yeah, I can, I guess! but you need to keep silent about this stuff we're doing, in that case!” Thoughtfully Christine said yes to that, and to another thing, namely being horny inside for Rebecca, and for the camera, leaving it to the surface to pretend that decency was the virtue she always had had. Rebecca thereby invited her friend over to her place for a stew with beer and attraction between women. When there, the two girls spoke to one another about women's power and thereby Rebecca was able to suppose her friend to be supportive of a cult that she thereby very carefully introduced her to, by talking to her about the thought of having such a cult.

Christine seemed a bit too curious about this for there being a complete hinder for Rebecca against her fancying her as a member, eventually. With the crushed mushrooms she now had added in both her friend's beer and food, she felt fairly confident that this girlfriend would eventually become one of them. She spoke to her friend very softly about the thought of such a cult, gradually insinuating that they actually existed. Christine thereby became inspired to view herself as part of it.
  

Chapter 12

A few years later, Christine was part of a women's pro-drug movement, which she had thoroughly checked not to be ruled, or even inspired, by any men. Thereby, Christine felt confident that the movement wasn't bad at all, in the sense that she wasn't able to feel attached to as a problematic guy of the context. She solemnly swallowed the bate of thinking that it was in an all-woman community that brainwashing thus was not to be viewed as bad enough to have to bother much about.

This synced with that Christine, based on their brainwashing, sort of felt really self-confident nowadays. But her son did not appreciate her anymore, it seemed. However, she thought about this as being blindly into society's dogma and   -  perhaps fatally, she thought  -  into a male chauvinism that should be regarded as even trustworthy as an ideal for at least her, and very preferably not her son.

Her son thereby secretly both despised and feared her. He could not tell anyone without feeling insecure about his own future, for being judged as the bastard son of such a woman, he felt. Thereby, he and she kept facades of really liking each other, but also predicaments of fancying one another as preferably viewed as having correct attitudes about life.

Thoroughly, Christine's friend Rebecca had been brainwashing his mother, Robert figured. But then again he could be smart now at speaking to women who earlier on had seemed interesting but unreachable. It was a fairly huge advantage for his sex life, he thought. Thereby, he too felt a very big interest in not telling the police or something!