The Charm of the Soliciting and the Status of the Charming

The Beneficiaries of the Precarious Attitude

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do you mean he can do that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Precarious Dilemma of the Well Situated

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

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

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

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

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

“Why do you say so?!”

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

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

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

“Why!?”

“Yeah, why, Emma!”

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

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

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

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

“I don't want to!”

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

“Why should I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How come?!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I don't believe you!”

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

The Whore Interrogations

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And how can we do that?” Eve asked.

“Perhaps by visiting her!”

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

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

“Oh, nothing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why do you say that?”

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

“How is that?”

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

“What do you mean by that?”

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

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

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

“Is that 'all' for you!?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

When there, they ringed the doorbell and she opened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harold's Business

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” Cecilia asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not tonight?”

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

She sighed but said she agreed.

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

Dirty Contacts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, let's,” Harold said.
  

The Business Strategy of Showing Care for Pretend Status

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I suppose we could! But, how?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Attempt to Seem Misguided

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

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

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

“Fairly sure, old stud!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I agree!” Harold answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You see!?” Cecilia triumphed.

Chris giggled shyly.
  

The Car Shop's Soliciting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, thanks!” Dave smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Care for Ownership Status

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

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

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

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

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!