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!

A Festivity of Feminine Virtue

Josephine had a wonderful day at work. Forever would she now be able to find herself adequate for being the main issue on her workplace. Therefore she would from now on enjoy being able to see herself as cunning and adequate for this type of job.

Her mother congratulated her. “I see that you've finally made the grade for actually being an engineer, and thereby established as a girl that can be a winner in a man's environment and thereby see to it they don't compete with us without competing back well enough!”

Josephine smiled very happily. “Yes! I can from now on see it in them to be the mediocre stuff they would see me as if it hadn't been for that raise today!”

“I and some other women, including some your friends are going to throw a party over this!”

“Great mom! When will it be?!”

“This Friday! At seven PM! I and my three closest friends will see to it that you and the girlfriends you have will certainly be having a good time!”

“Great ma! But then what will there be for me to party about once I'm established as the business woman they really envy!?”

“I propose the thesis of that should be to be able to party without having to regret that you ever seemed arrogant about your success! Cause what we will do for you now is to perfect the opinion about the mediocre people as the inferiors of you and those close girlfriends of yours!”

“Then why do you view me and my friends as mediocre at seeing to it that men don't establish themselves above us!?”

“It's because we all have to fight against them together!”

“I thereby propose that I and my friends have a toast on this at the party, and thereby establish ourselves as the feminine virtue of masculinity forever!”

“Thereby I will see to it that they don't come across any reason to believe they actually fall into their own trap, those men!”

“Great mama!”

At the party, Sheila looked at the people her mama had invited. There were many types of women, and a few girls, there. She adored the look of some of the young women, too, and for that she could say to herself that she was grateful to have a mother like this. She soon after involved herself in a game of smart-alec attitudes about men with some of the youngest and prettiest adult girls there.

“You seem to have a whole bit of fancy for the stupid error to make by permitting a man to be your company for the evening!” she happily said to a woman whom she knew had complained that only females were invited to the party.

The woman she talked to was very beautiful and fairly young, not yet thirty, but surely at least twenty-one. She looked with a bit of astonishment over her cocktail at Sheila, whom she saw smile at her. Then she poured another drink and said: “You seem to be into that we don't have any essence about viewing males as the superiors in some ways, as well, that is, as ourselves in others?!”

Sheila smiled at this, then took the woman's glass and brought it to her own lips to take a sip. She smiled again after tasting it, then said: “You and I should go to bed some day! Perhaps you'll learn the issue of actually playing the game of ridiculing the men when they pretend to be worth it without us being able to have eh guts to say that we aren't happy for it!”

“I can see why you took my drink to your mouth then you fake of a woman! I can see they actually pretend it's real that you have a party here for us who have ideals and care for humanity! It's not you who should be proud to have this kind of a party over you if you don't pertain to the kindof woman who really anticipates actual justice between us and the men around us!”

“I can tell that you're into seeing me as not a bit like yourself as if you had the guts to actually tell them they don't match our criteria for what is worth it and what isn't!”

“I don't fancy you and that drink you just took from me to be any good in bed! I therefore will see to it that no one will ever trust you or your friends again!”

Sheila scorned her for a few seconds by smiling more solemnly. Then she looked her in the eyes and scornfully poured the drink in her crotch. Smilingly she observed the woman getting nervous over the embarrassment. She looked as though she hornily had peed - or even just so to speak peed - in her pants. And two other young women who walked passed them looked her embarressment, then started fondling her down there..

Sheila smoothly moved herself to another part of the party lounge and seated herself beside her best friend, whom she advised to look at them.

Her friend looked, and giggled. “Oh my! We can really have a horny night on tonight!” she burst out. “Now how abut you and I try to have a few other girls join them?”

“Exactly what I had in mind!” Sheila replied.

“I don't suppose you actually made them do that, did you?!” her friend asked.

“Yes I did!” Sheila smiled, with a fairly smug appearance to her. “Yeah! I enjoyed just having the three of them all invite each other for the thought of making an orgy happen.”

Sheila's friend then grabbed Sheila's crotch and began fondling it. Another woman who passed by looked at them and asked: “Why don't you even take of your cloths, now that you're at it tha much!?”

Sheila looked up, and so did her girlfriend. “There's not a clue to how we could have all the invited to take part in that!” Sheila's friend said, and Sheila said: “Thereby we shan't say it to anyone but the three girls over there, or should we just invite them over for the party to take a turn for the better?!” Sheila wasn't expecting the lady to actually do so, but she was trying to insinuate that the lay could take advantage of the situation for being as immature as what she saw in them as well as in herself and her girl.

“I don't feel up to any games of trying to make everyone seem right for each other! Rather, I feel that the two of you should go over there, if that's what you want! Moreover, I feel like having a party, not being an administrator of young girls' right to be homosexual!”

“Okay,” Sheila responded, “but then why do you try to insinuate that it's you and not we who should be having more fun at this festivity?!”

“It's because there's not any issue for me or the other old women here about there being too much fun in actually drowning ourselves in amusements!”

“Should you, perhaps, then,” Sheila's friend asked, “try to be polite agsint us who are young and so eager to really amuse ourselves?!”

“Yes, I'll try to do that!” the old lady said. Then she walked on.

Fondling one another, Sheila and her friend also whispered to each other about what the old lady had said, and started to formulate an attitude about horniness that should go unaccused that evening - or perhaps just fairly unaccused, at least. While they were at it, they also observed the three girls on the opposite side of the room, and saw first one, then one more woman join in. As they watched it, Sheila's friend also observed that the girl whom she didn't know her friend had poured a drink on was actually being raped. Seeing that, she fondled Sheila some more, and then finally had her orgasm, while also speaking to her about what she saw.

Sheila then got up and said very loudly: “Let's all enjoy this party! Let's all take off our clothes!”

People around her started whispering. Then, slowly, one then one more, then yet another, started to undress. Sheila stood up and glowed with pride. Then she slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

Her friend looked at her. Then she also rose and unbuttoned her shirt too. Some more murmurs were heard, upon which Sheila's mother said loudly: “I now propose this party take a turn for the coolness of really having fun! I now propose we all join in and make this a lesbian celebration!”

A few people left. But the ones who remained kept on partying all night, upon which they decided to do this again from time to time.

Smart Stupidity

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

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

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

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

“Oh! I see! That's fun!”

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

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

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

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

“You do that, Cecilia!”

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

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

“Hi! I'm Carl!” the hunk said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Satan's Girls

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay! I'll try to do that!”

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

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

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

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