tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70327046903268116372024-02-20T19:28:30.248+01:00Outlets of ImaginationAlthough I'm not good enough a writer to actually be at stake as an author, I feel that I have to express what I feel are points about life, and which I can't (at least not easily enough)write with good quality. I apologize for that :-( ... and hope people can enjoy these stories anyway.Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-70816243711480047682020-06-28T11:24:00.001+02:002022-03-24T06:51:32.296+01:00The Attempted Contact
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US">David looked at his buddy Stan with a
surprised expression, and asked: “Do you really feel that it's something you
could get into, though? I mean it's natural to feel some fascination for her, I
think. Sheena is the sort of female that can have it that one has to be into her
sort. But since she's a dyke, she's hardly at all likely to accept that a guy
tries to score on her. ...”</span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US"> “She and I have a business relationship going - and when we're negotiating she's into sort of taking me as the better type of male.”</span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US">David chuckled in disbelief. “That's not
likely to be anything but due to the circumstances. It's more practical for her
to view you that way, when in business with you. But when it comes to really wanting to be close to someone,
then you aught to expect that her jargon is not enough to be treated as if there was a flirt of some
kind to her.”</span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US">Stan thought about it, slightly uneasily.
“It seems to me that she can need to be with a male at points. It's much like
myself, I presume. Since I got into gay life, I've been feeling that it's
seemingly alright to be without a lady. But at the same time there's always
something weird about the situation where one cannot relate to them as the ones
who can counter a certain awkwardness about ... Eh, how should I put this? </span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">... It's the circumstance of not feeling one is part of
everything in every way, sort of.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">David thought about it. “I guess you
mean that it's awkward that we're not part of what they have in them to be
about?”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Yeah, that's it.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Well, if you feel feel that way,
perhaps there can be a possibility for you to find that in her as well. But I
don't feel you're my buddy to the extent that there is a priority for her
before me and the other guys!”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Stan was hesitant. “It's not I who can
tell beforehand whether or not that will be so, I think”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">David sneered at this. “Alright, I
guess you're not too sure you want to stay gay and cool about it. Then I and
the others will probably have to dismiss you as hardly into what we actually
have in us to feel that gay life is about.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“We'll see about that!” he proclaimed.
Then he added: “It's weird that many of the strait women would easily be
tempted to feel that we should be more at ease with seeing each other as the
priority. I'm not sure about her though. ... Is it that you feel that perhaps I
should get into someone that wouldn't be into that males are not usually what
she wants?”</span></p><p class="Standard">"I guess I would like that in a sense.
But on the other hand, those girls can become so annoyingly into us that I
hardly at all want anything to do with them.”</p><p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“So you mean there's a problem if they
prefer us and even so one if they don't, right?”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I sort of mean that.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Even so, I want to try to get into
Sheena. But there's a difficulty to her, I can presume, in that she might somehow
have it that she needs to be more into women than what is preferable for me.”</span></p><p class="Standard">“Or there's a problem for her in
accepting you, probably.”</p><p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Stan looked annoyed. “I guess there
could be one. But now it's not up to you to decide what I should try or not,
even so.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">That night Stan and Sheena met at a
restaurant to discuss a potential deal about some business venture. The deal
would perhaps open a possibility for Sheena to sell her stuff to other cities.
For Stan it could be an opportunity to get into why the sponges and shampoo
that were part of her campaign seemed to be an essence of it. “I can see,” he
said to her, “that you deal with all sorts of goods. Still you have a total
focus, or so seems, on items that are about cleaning oneself. Right?”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Seemingly a bit amused she thought
about this for a second. “We have to deal with the customers as thorough about
themselves. Because as long as we have customers that give a good impression,
these are more likely to attract other potential vendees.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Yeah, I see” Stan cheered a bit
thoughtfully. “So for getting all those other customers, you feel it is a cool
thing to attract them for the sake of cleanliness?”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She chuckled. “Yeah, that's sort of
it.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“And so you feel, perhaps, that if I'm
clean and wholesome, then there can be better business partners later on for
you than if I'm not?”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She thought about it. “I feel that it's
sort of the same thing, yes.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">"Oh, I hope I'm good enough in that
sense then!”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She smiled a little. “I suppose you
wonder if I feel that you are?”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> "</span>Yeah, I do.”</p><p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">"I guess you can be good enough, but I
feel that you're not into the types of business I am about. Thereby I don't
feel it's about too much more than the few business deals that so happened to
be beneficial both for me and for you.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Oh, okay. So much for that guidance
about my potential equity in business.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sheena looked at him. “If that's what
you wanna be about, then perhaps you should go to some course in business
behavior?”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Oh, sorry. I felt I had just gotten
into being real about just simply being into business in a way that doesn't spoil my
clients' or partners' initiatives or so. ...”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She smiled a bit smugly. “Do you mean
that it's my business to be a guidance for that?”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“No! I'm sorry.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">"Then how should I interpret you?”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">He looked sad. “I didn't mean to
piggy-back about it. It's just that if I can get it working this time, then I
can perhaps get it working better later on.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“It's not my business to take care of
how you can be doing later on, is it?”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“No. I don't mean that. I mean that as
long as it matters for this deal with you, it could serve as a guidance for
myself in later deals – with you or others.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She sulked at him, surveying his
expressions about it.”Do you mean that my business is too much of yours for us
to say that it's not a big deal with such guidance?”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I guess we have a deal about that
warehouse on the other side of the city to also be dealing with. Apart from
that one, and the one we're working on presently, you also showed some interest
in the contacts I have. Even so I found myself a bit unacclimatized to the type
of client you are. ...”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She sighed. “We don't necessarily have
to deal more with each other, although I think I probably would prefer to close
this deal about transport.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Now he sighed. “Oh, okay,” he said.
“Then I guess our deal is: If you want a partner about transport, then you will
have to be about it being either for you to be a business partner, and not pull
out, or you will have to find someone else to piggyback on for it.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She stared at him for a few seconds,
then peered at the floor and sighed again. Upon this she looked in another
direction. She looked at him again and then thoughtfully let her eyes wonder
around the room they were sitting in. A bit meditatively she fixed her eyes on
some tapestry on the wall and said: “We can do business together, just that I
don't want us to be seemingly so much of partners that it can be misinterpreted
as though we were into one another also for other purposes.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I guess I still feel we can,” he
answered. “But for now I feel that I need to discuss this with some of my
acquaintances.” Upon this they both left, and took two different cabs away from
there.</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard">The next day Stan talked to David
again: “No, I don't feel we can ever be anything but business partners, after all.
It's not she who would want anything else. Now, though, I'm not too sure that
there's a trust to be had with her. Because she was about to end the deal when
I said that I wanted to learn how to be a better affiliate for her. It seems
she sensed that there could at least seemingly be some type of closeness that
she wouldn't want to stick to her.”</p><p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I presume that you have learnt that
they are not to be dealt with as worthwhile to do anything but business with,
then, right?”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Stan sighed. “Yeah, I suppose I have.
But I sort of still have a problem in the sense that<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>it sometimes seems that they have something
of points to them that we sort of don't figure on.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I suppose that they're into just
pretending that is so! From here on I think we should be clear about how silly
it would seem to actually believe that they can be trusted for what they are
not.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Alright,” Stan said. “Okay, I'll have
to deal with them that way.”</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">From there on he decisively had it
women were not to be partners in any way that had them seem more worth it than
what he could trust himself to believe they could live up to. This meant that
he didn't trust them. Secondly he felt that they were not to be seen as much
else than departure from what is needed for ordinary life.</span><span lang="EN-US"></span></p>
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<![endif]-->Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-10591407439702270302020-06-18T12:59:00.005+02:002022-03-25T14:03:59.903+01:00If there is Excitement <a href="https://frevelmadult.blogspot.com/2020/06/dina-sat-on-bench-waiting-for-her.html">If there is Excitement</a> is an adult story.<br>Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-40331175386014118392020-03-03T05:52:00.002+01:002022-03-24T08:10:25.740+01:00What if we All Thought About it?"Why don't you yourself dress yourself as daringly as you appreciate that we ladies do?" Deborah asked a bit smugly. Mea while he clanced at her bikini, which was edging on being see-through.<div><br /><div>"Ah, well! To some extent I fear being awkward," Gabriel told her.<br />
<br />
"Why?"<br />
<br />
"Most of all because there isn't much that says I can get away with it!"<br />
<br />
"What do you mean?"<br />
<br />
"I mean that few people would accept it from me!"<br />
<br />
She sneered a little. But she also showed him a warmth that sort of said to him that she, for one, would. He wasn't sure about this, but perhaps she even would be able to piggy-back upon her appreciation of sexiness.<br />
<br />
After thinking about it for a while, she looked at him and said: "To the extent that I should dress sexy, so should those that I can appreciate, I think! Now if you want to be appreciated, why don't you go ahead and try it?"<br />
<br />
He seemed to smile over it, she thaought, and cobtinue: "How about you and I go to the park, and there you take off your shirt to begin with."<br />
<br />
"Yeah, sure, I can do that! But what do you mean should be the continuation?"<br />
<br />
"I'll see to it that there is a continuation!"<br />
<br />
"You sure?"<br />
<br />
"Kinda!"<br />
<br />
"OK! I'll trust you for it! "<br />
<br />
"Let's go!"</div><div>
<br />
Twenty minutes later they arrived at the park. It was fairly full of people.<br />
<br />
"How about you take it off right away?" she asked.<br />
<br />
"Alright,"he answered and did so.<br />
<br />
"Alright!" she said."How about you and I go buy us each a hot dog now?"<br />
<br />
"OK!"<br />
<br />
They walked a few hundred yards to a hot dog stand. When there, some old lady examined his torso. Then she smiled smugly.<br />
<br />
He looked at her, then at Deborah. But Deborah was looking in the other direction, so he put his hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked at him. "What?" she inquired.<br />
<br />
"Debbie, I doubt that anyone but some really old ladies feel that way about male extravagance!"<br />
<br />
She looked indignant. "And what do you call me, then?" she asked. "I felt it from the beginning and you should be able to care about it!"<br />
<br />
A guy who was standing before them in line for hot dogs turned and looked at them, examined them a little. Then he smiled and looked a bit more closely at the girl who seemed to appreciate male state of undress.<br />
<br />
She looked back. He was in his thirties, reddish blond and kind of handsome.She kind of smiled, but restrained herself passably from soing it fully.<br />
<br />
The guy almost smiled back.Then he looked at Gabriel, and back to her again.<br />
<br />
After smiling once more, he turned around and whispered something to a black guy who seemed to be standing in line with him. He turned his head. Bowing his head a little, he smiled and frowned faintly at her. Then he looked at Gabriel's bare upper body, examining it and smiling a bit differently.<br />
<br />
Gabriel looked around. he saw the old lad, who had an air of both joy and, somehow, indifference. Turning to look in the other direction, he spotted a fairly young woman, camping on the grass,whom he could imagine had perhaps appreciated his torso. But he could hardly be content with this small perhaps of appreciation.<br />
<br />
Looking back at Deborah, he found that she looked at the two guys. She was carrying his shirt, so he took a step towards her and took it, which seemed to startle her a little. She watched him redress and asked: "Do you really feel that you shouldn't stand for anything of courage about it! Why do you feel that you always should be dressed?"<br />
<br />
"As I said, I don't feel I'm appreciated enough for it!"<br />
<br />
"I doubt that you could feel that there is a compliment for everyone who is exciting to look at! There's a hidden appreciation here and there, which you should learn to recognize!"<br />
<br />
Gabriel saw the black man look at them and shake his head. He also saw the old lady, kind of smiling, as it seemed. But Deborah looked serious and thoughtful.<br />
<br />
"What do you mean," Gabriel asked her, "that there could be of an appreciation that is not there for men who don't expose themselves?"<br />
<br />
"I mean that really most chicks do feel that there really can be something quite attractive with a nude male body!"<br />
<br />
Something made Gabriel turn his head towards the young woman whom he had looked at a while ago. She sat there staring thoughtfully in a direction where he couldn't tell if there was something to be watching. Perhaps, he told himself, she somehow senses this, and wonders how to be free from restraints that bind her from caring to show appreciation, when and if she felt some.<br />
<br />
Looking back at his friend Deborah, he sighed. "Alright, I'll try a little more," he said. She smiled at him. "Good! Begin with taking the shirt off again."<br />
<br />
He sighed again, and stripped it of. She smiled, went forwards to him, and hugged him tenderly. He felt her nipples against his skin, and smiled. Then he grabbed her wrists (with fairly good gentleness about it), looked her in the eyes and asked: "Why do we seem to be so different about showing off? What do you think?"<br />
<br />
She looked nonplussed at first, then answered: "We don't seem different to me, in that sense! For me it's about that we don't have the same calling about it! For some reason guys don't feel it's about their own exposure - but that it's just about ours!"</div><div><br /></div><div>"But, ... You know what? It's not I who feel that it's about anyone's exposure, really! Somehow, it seems, though, that as you and some others tend to appreciate showing off, it becomes difficult to resist you!"<br />
<br />
"Oh! We don't really feel we have to expose ourselves, except for that men really want us to! It's not easy to resist every male insinuation about as as those who aught to be as cute and sexy as ... as we feel we have to be for the sake of those who do appreciate it. ..."<br />
<br />
"Are you sure they all appreciate it without you insinuating that they should?"<br />
<br />
"I feel sure they don't appreciate nothing of worth for it. We don't feel we all have to be cool about it. Rather it's they who don't appreciate us if we don't encourage their appraisal of prurience! ... But that isn't because we are all prurience, but it's because they don't appreciate the rest of us without feeling it!"<br />
<br />
The two guys who had looked at them earlier had just bought their hot dogs, turned and looked at them again, while beginning to walk. The old lady also looked at them. Turning his head, Gabriel looked at the young woman he had noticed before. She, though, somehow looked a bit more detached than before.<br />
<br />
Deborah put her hand against Gabriel's cheek. Turning his head softly towards her, she showed that she saw whom he was looking at. She stared at her for a short while, then looked at him, insinuating that she wondered if he felt her appreciation was very important.<br />
<br />
He felt nonplussed. But thinking about it, he too wondered if he felt that. "Look, I don't know if there's anything especially interesting about her! I really couldn't find anyone else, except you, who could, even perhaps, prove your point to me - the point that there could be an appreciation out there, which I could learn to discern as ... an uplift or so."<br />
<br />
"Do you feel like talking to her?"<br />
<br />
He looked surprised. "Yeah, I guess."<br />
<br />
She took his hand and pulled him towards her. When they got to her Deborah smiled and said: "Hi there!"<br />
<br />
The girl looked up. "Who are you?" she interrogated.<br />
<br />
"Eh, we just felt that you seem to appreciate good things in life! Do you feel that we are right?"<br />
<br />
She looked surprised. "Sort of, I guess. ..."<br />
<br />
"Then do you appreciate his looks, without a shirt on?"<br />
<br />
"What?"<br />
<br />
Gabriel looked embarrassed. "Debbie, no, I can't!"<br />
<br />
"Oh, come on Gabe!"<br />
<br />
The girl giggled. "The two of you should manage on your own, I think."<br />
<br />
"Oh " they both said, and started leaving.<br />
<br />
The girl looked thoughtful. "Even so," she added, "I feel that it was kind of splendid to happen to get your acquaintance. ..."<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
</div></div>Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-28536386505683909132020-02-08T20:21:00.003+01:002022-03-24T21:53:55.982+01:00The Trick<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Ivan was in a good mood. His promotion
had both led to a good salary and to that he could have more time
over on his breaks. So, today, upon lunch, he went decided to go
outside, for a stroll in the park next to where worked. He even took
some time to put on shorts and T-shirt for it.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
The weather was warm, and the park was
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">(</span>as usually) fairly
beautiful. He looked around and spotted a few people with very little
on. He even recognized two of them. One of these was a young and
attractive female now and then showed up at his work place. She was
with two guys who were equally lightly dressed. But the other one he
recognized was a woman whom he occasionally ran into on his way from
work. She was also fairly attractive and had seemed, he thought, to
think likewise of him. The two of them had even talked a little and
she had presented herself as Mona. She was dressed in a fairly
see-through bikini. Beside her she had a a purse and a picnic bag
that she hadn't unpacked yet.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He walked towards her. When he was
almost there she noticed and checked him. He stopped and smiled at
her. She smiled back. Then he, fairly quickly, let his eyes wonder
over her bikini top, seeing her nipples through the fabric. Then he
let them drop for a fraction of a second towards her vagina. It
seemed to him that she was excited. ... He looked at her face again.
She was still smiling a little.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He looked at his watch. He still had
time to spend at least almost half an hour with her, and very likely
it wouldn't matter too much if it took as much as fifty minutes. As
he looked back on her he began to feel his own excitation <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">–</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">
and found it </span>being caught in his pants. This was fairly
uncomfortable for him, which made him look at her for a sign of being
allowed to reach down and adjust it.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He looked pleadingly at her for a few
seconds. She seemed happy, he thought. Thereby he quickly put his
hand in his shorts and turned his penis so that it wouldn't hurt.
Thereby he felt a relief, which he supposed she could notice.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
She seemed a bit self-assured after
seeing this. “Have there been a coincidence about our encounter, or
have you been into seeing me here for a while?” she asked, looking
down at his pants with a fairly tempting smile.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I haven't been planning or so,” he
answered. “But as I saw you here it really turned me on.” Then he
started thinking about HIV and other sexually transmitted diseases.
“I think, though, that I can't be sure there's no STD to it, if we
were to have sex now.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
She looked at him a bit seriously. “I
agree. ... Actually, perhaps you can get in contact with a friend of
mine.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Oh! Thanks!” he answered. “That
was very kind of you!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
She looked hesitant. “Oh. ... Perhaps
you could give me a little something for connecting you!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He thought about his raise. “Yeah, I
suppose I am able to pay for such a service. How much do you want?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
She looked at him. “I guess that
depends on what kind of girl and what kind of date you want with
her.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I think I want a girl who doesn't
seem to be innocent but still can be into being it.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Thoughtfully she reached into her purse
and took out an address book from it. She opened it and skimmed
through the pages. After a while she stopped and said: “I have a
few girl friends who could be that way. ... I'm pretty sure I can set
up for a date for you with one of them for a few bucks<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Then
I would like to have one date with one and then another with another
one. After that I would like to be able to chose between them.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">She
giggled. “Alright, then; for ten bucks I'll set you up for two
dates with that kind of girls! ... or at least I think I can, that
is.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Two
weeks later, Ivan was on the first of these dates, in a café.
The girl had turned out to be a fairly cute woman Latin-looking in
her late thirties. She wore a low-cut dress, which turned him on. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">He
looked at it and she smiled. “Are you the girl I'm supposed to date
here? Are you Gabriella?” he asked. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Yes.”
she said, with a kind of mysterious smile, which was fairly
seductive, he thought.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">He
pondered upon it for a few seconds, then he asked her if she wanted
coffee or if she preferred tea, or perhaps wine.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Coffee,”
she answered.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">OK.
And do you want something edible with it, like cookies of so?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Well
thanks,” she answered with a slight air of pleasure. “I think I
prefer to have a sandwich.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Do
you feel you're up to a big one, or is it just a snack you'd at this
time?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Medium-size,
I think.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Good,
then I'll call someone over to our table,” he said and waved. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">After
a short while a waitress came over and he ordered two cups of coffee,
a fairly, but not very, large sandwich, and also some biscuits for
himself. The waitress fumbled a little, then tried to set things
straight, it seemed, by a little curtsying towards them. A bit
surprised by this, Ivan looked at her, then glanced at Gabriella, who
was eying her. He sort of got the notion that she liked her for the
way she behaved servilely before them. So he asked: </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Do
you feel the waitress has it in her to serve us for being real about
prestige or so?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Only
sort of.” She looked hesitant, then continued in an explanatory
manner: “I feel, that she is cool about her notion of us as the
ones she's supposed to serve, even though her clumsiness is to her
predicament!”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">After
a while a waiter came and served them. He did not fumble, but did to
some extent seem to study the two of them, probably, they figured, in
order to find out something about if the waitress had caused concern.
They both felt a bit annoyed by this, but then she smiled it of, and
he did too.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">After
they finished, the waitress returned to their table with the bill.
Ivan paid and she curtsied briefly towards him. Then she left and
Ivan turned towards, who, he found looked after her in a way that
seemed dreamy, Ivan thought, and he fantasized for a second about
seeing the two of them in bed with each other, and perhaps also him. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Upon
this the two of them went to the park for a while. When there decided
to have see each other some more. First of all they would date again
exactly one week later, in another cafe, which was closer to the
beach. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">The
night three days before that second date, Ivan met with Laura, the
other girl with whom Mona in the park had set him up for a date.
Laura was blond and seemed younger than the first Gabriella. The two
of them met in a bar, where he ordered some food (she asked for and
got some sea food, while he ate a stake) and a bottle of wine for
them to share. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">As
they ate and drank, he began fancying Laura's arms and thereby asked
if she felt that perhaps he was supposed to have a fancy for her. She
said no to this. But he insisted. “It's rare that just bare arms
get me feeling this way!” he proclaimed for her.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">She
smiled, then looked at her wristwatch and said: “It's kinda late,
and I need to get to go to work early tomorrow morning.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">He
looked at his own clock. “Oh! So you're need to be up before
sunrise?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Sort
of: If I don't I need to hurry more than I like doing.” she said
and rose to her feet. She was wearing a dress that only half covered
her knees. This Ivan had noted before they ate and drank, but this
time he felt it insinuated that he should look after her need
attention. So he rose as well, and followed her to the door. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">As
they were leaving, a waiter made a sign to the doorman and the
cloak-room attendant. The doorman stood himself between them and the
door. They halted and looked at him. Then the cloakroom attendant
asked them for their receipt. “If you don't have it, I might just
keep your coats until you pay!” he added. Laura and Ivan both
apologized, and said that they had forgotten. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Then
go to the counter and pay,” the doorman ordered.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Ivan
went there and did so. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">When
he got back he looked at his date who was trying to convince the
doorman to let her leave even before he was back, and said tartly:
“Is it just you that everything is about, it would only buy you
about half a minute! And meanwhile I have to do the all the payments
and so!”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">She
looked at him. “I was going to grab a bus that leaves in two
minutes a few blocks away! I'm sorry I didn't tell you about that
before.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">He
sighed. “I just might call a cab for you, and perhaps pay for it as
well” he said a bit indignantly, while also laying the receipt he
had just gotten. The attendant looked at it, then glanced at at Ivan
and Laura. Upon this he looked towards the pay desk, before finally
asking the two customers for the number tags for their outerwear. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">While
they handed them to him to him and got their coats, they looked at
each other a bit grouchily. Then, while walking through the door,
Laura apologized. Ivan drew a deep breath. After a few more steps he
asked: “Is that because you want the cab paid for as well?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Still
walking, she turned and looked at him. “Sort of. But I still also
want to apologize because there's a point to your anger about that I
was trying to leave even while you were paying.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">OK.
So that's what you say you feel. Then perhaps you will want to say to
yourself that I can deserve good affection from you?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">She
stopped. “Perhaps,” she answered.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">How
about letting me in on what there is that seems worthwhile for you
about cuddling and such?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">She
smiled. “Oh. I'll have to think about it!”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">How
about you and I share a cab where you keep thinking about it, until
we get to your place?” he inquired.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Yeah,
OK,” she replied.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Ivan
called a cab. For a few minutes they waited and looked around in the
night. They street they were on now was fairly silent, more so than
the one of the restaurant they just left. It was well lit, but a bit
emptier than what one would very much want, thinking about one's
safety against robbers. However, there still were people around, only
few enough to have them both reflecting over it. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">When
their cab arrived Laura told the driver her address and they both got
in, Ivan first, through a back door. Two seconds later, Laura got in
into the seat beside the driver. They sat silently for the
twenty-three minutes it took to reach the apartment building where
she lived, upon which she got out, and so did Ivan, who also told the
driver to wait. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">While
the taxi was waiting, Ivan followed his date to the street-door of
the house where she lived. When there he asked her if he could come
inside. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">OK,
but only for a little while,” Laura answered.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">How
long do you feel it can be. Because I seem to have to keep the cab
driver waiting.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Oh!
Can't you pay him to stay there for a while, and then to drive away
if you don't come out until then, that is if I don't invite you to
stay the night.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Oh,
yeah, sure!” he said and went down to the cab and paid.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Two
hours later, the cab had left and Laura was brushing her teeth. She
had had two more drinks, brandy shots this time, and so had he. She
had also told something about what she felt was worth-while for sex.
After this she had asked him to sleep on her sofa, which he grunted
about, saying that it seemed uncomfortable. She apologized but
insisted, until finally he had seemed to give in and laid himself
down to sleep there.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">When
Laura had finished brushing, she went to fetch a nightgown, which was
good enough for her to feel wholesome about having company. But it
lay in a drawer in the same room where Ivan was. So, trying to be as
silent as she could she opened it, and fetched her gown. As she did
so, Ivan woke, even so, though, and looked at her. He watched her
fetch it and then go into a small room beside the one where he was.
There she undressed. While she was at it, she noticed the door
opening behind her, and there he stood, Ivan, looking at her. “I
apologize,” he said, but he didn't leave.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">She
got startled and covered her breasts with her arms, clutching her
gown. She let it hang down to probably cover her groin. In order for
it to cover it better, she turned towards him.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">You
have a beautiful body!” he said. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">She
did not move, just stood there, with her gown in hands. Looking at
her, he entered her room. He recalled that she had earlier that night
seemed to imply that she would want sex with a man who committed
himself for her sensual appeal. So he decided to do that.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Working
on doing this, he managed to get her in bed. He also managed to get
Gabriella in bed with the same trick. Upon this, he tried this with
two more girls. One of them fell for it, but the other one started
complaining about him. This eventually led to that Gabriella got to
now that he had hit on her too, which got her upset.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Weren't
you into me in order to avoid careless relationships? How can I know
you won't catch an STD and not let me know about it? Are there others
that you've been into?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Yes
there have,” he said. “I'm sorry about it.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">A
few weeks later, Gabriella and the girl whom Ivan failed at catching
had made friends. They were both now complaining about his attitudes
about sex and relationships. In order to counter this, Ivan tried his
trick again, attempting to seduce both at once. He sort of succeeded,
but the two of them were cross with him, and eventually they managed to put a detective to work about his doings of that kind. This detective eventually
found out about Laura and the forth girl. Upon this he was sued for
rape, because when he fancied those girls enough for them to be
charmed, he could not restrain himself from also going too wild about
them. ...</span></div>
Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-50163373987642968162019-12-13T20:32:00.000+01:002020-06-18T13:00:00.770+02:00Potential Extravagance"Why don't you yourself dress yourself as daringly as you appreciate that we ladies do?" Deborah asked a bit smugly. Her bikini was sortof, or you might say almost, see-through.<br />
<br />
"Ah, well! To some extent I fear being awkward," Gabriel told her.<br />
<br />
"Why?"<br />
<br />
"Most of all because there isn't much that says I can get away with it!"<br />
<br />
"What do you mean?"<br />
<br />
"I mean that few people would accept it from me!"<br />
<br />
She sneered a little. But she also showed him a warmth that sort of said to him that she, for one, would. He wasn't sure about this, but perhaps she even would be able to piggy-back upon her appreciation for being sexy.<br />
<br />
After thinking about it for a while, she looked at him and said: "To the extent that I should dress sexy, so should those that I can appreciate, I think! Now if you want to be appreciated, why don't you go ahead and try it?"<br />
<br />
He seemed to smile at the this thought, perhaps smugly, but (even so) gently enough for her to feel inspired to try to have him make a go for it. "How about you and I go to the park, and there you take off your shirt to begin with."<br />
<br />
"Yeah, sure, I can do that! But what do you mean should be the continuation?"<br />
<br />
"I'll see to it that there is a continuation!"<br />
<br />
"You sure?"<br />
<br />
"Kinda!"<br />
<br />
"OK! I'll trust you for it! "<br />
<br />
"OK, let's go!"<br />
<br />
Twenty minutes later they arrived at the park. It was fairly full of people.<br />
<br />
"How about you take it off right away?" she asked.<br />
<br />
"Alright,"he answered and did so.<br />
<br />
"Alright!" she said."How about you and I go buy us each a hot dog now?"<br />
<br />
"OK!"<br />
<br />
They walked a few hundred yards to a hot dog stand. When there, some old lady examined his torso. Then she smiled smugly.<br />
<br />
He looked at her, then at Deborah. But Deborah was looking in the other direction, so he put his hand on her shoulder.She turned and looked at him. "What?" she inquired.<br />
<br />
"Debbie, I doubt that anyone but some really old ladies feel that way about male extravagance!"<br />
<br />
She looked indignant. "And what do you call me, then?" she asked. "I felt it from the beginning and you should be able to care about it!"<br />
<br />
A guy who was standing before them in line for hot dogs turned and looked at them, examined them a little. Then he smiled and looked a bit more closely at the girl who seemed to appreciate male state of undress.<br />
<br />
She looked back. He was in his thirties, reddish blond and kind of handsome.She kind of smiled, but restrained herself passably form it.<br />
<br />
The guy almost smiled back.Then he looked at Gabriel, and back to her again.<br />
<br />
After smiling once more, he turned around and whispered something to black guy who seemed to be standing in line with him. He turned his head. Bowing his head a little, he smiled and frowned faintly at her. Then he looked at Gabriel's bare upper body, examining it and smiling a bit differently.<br />
<br />
Gabriel looked around. he saw the old lad, who had an air of both joy and, somehow, indifference. Turning to look in the other direction, he spotted a fairly young woman, camping on the grass,whom he could imagine had perhaps appreciated his torso. But he could hardly be content with this small perhaps of appreciation.<br />
<br />
Looking back at Deborah, he found that she looked at the two guys. She was carrying his shirt, so he took a step towards her and took it, which seemed to startle her a little. She watched him redress and asked: "Do you really feel that you can stand for anything of courage about it! Why do you feel that you always should be dressed?"<br />
<br />
"As I said, I don't feel I'm appreciated enough for it!"<br />
<br />
"I doubt that you could feel that there is a compliment for everyone who is exciting to look at! There's a hidden appreciation here and there, which you should learn to recognize!"<br />
<br />
Gabriel saw the black man look at them and shake his head. He also saw the old lady, kind of smiling, as it seemed. But Deborah looked serious and thoughtful.<br />
<br />
"What do you mean," Gabriel asked her, "that there could be of an appreciation that is not there for men who don't expose themselves?"<br />
<br />
"I mean that really most chicks do feel that there really can be something quite attractive with a nude male body!"<br />
<br />
Something made Gabriel turn his head towards the young woman whom he had looked at a while ago. She sat there staring thoughtfully in a direction where he couldn't tell if there was something to be watching. Perhaps, he told himself, she somehow senses this, and wonders how to be free from restraints that bind her from caring to show appreciation, when and if she felt some.<br />
<br />
Looking back at his friend Deborah, he sighed. "Alright, I'll try a little more," he said. She smiled at him. "Good! Begin with taking the shirt off again."<br />
<br />
He sighed again, and stripped it of. She smiled, went forwards to him, and hugged him tenderly. he felt her nipples against his skin, and smiled. Then he grabbed her wrists (with fairly good gentleness about it), looked her in the eyes and asked: "Why do we seem to be so different about showing off? What do you think?"<br />
<br />
She looked nonplussed at first, then answered: "We don't seem different to me, in that sense! For me it's about that we don't have the same calling about it! For some reason guys don't feel it's about their own exposure - but that it's just about ours!"<br />
<br />
"But, ... You know what? It's not I who feel that it's about anyone's exposure, really! Somehow, it seems, though, that as you and some others tend to appreciate showing off, it becomes difficult to resist you!"<br />
<br />
"Oh! We don't really feel we have to expose ourselves, except for that men really want us to! It's not easy to resist every male insinuation about as as those who aught to be as cute and sexy as ... as we feel we have to be for the sake of those who do appreciate it. ..."<br />
<br />
"Are you sure they all appreciate it without you insinuating that they should?"<br />
<br />
"I feel sure they don't appreciate nothing of worth for it. We don't feel we all have to be cool about it. Rather it's they who don't appreciate us if we don't encourage their appraisal of prurience! ... But that isn't because we are all prurience, but it's because they don't appreciate the rest of us without feeling it!"<br />
<br />
The two guys who had looked at them earlier had just bought their hot dogs, turned and looked at them, while beginning to walk. The old lady looked at them. Turning his head, Gabriel looked at the young woman he had noticed before. She somehow looked a bit detached than before.<br />
<br />
Deborah put her hand against Gabriel's cheek. Turning his head softly towards her, she showed that she saw whom he was looking at. She stared at her for a short while, then looked at him, insinuating that she wondered if he felt her appreciation was very important.<br />
<br />
He felt nonplussed. But thinking about it, he too wondered if he felt that. "Look, I don't know if there's anything especially interesting about her! I really couldn't find anyone else, except you, who could, even perhaps, prove your point to me - the point that there could be an appreciation out there, which I could learn to discern as ... an uplift or so."<br />
<br />
"Do you feel like talking to her?"<br />
<br />
He looked surprised. "Yeah, I guess."<br />
<br />
She took his hand and pulled him towards her. When they got to her Deborah smiled and said: "Hi there!"<br />
<br />
The girl looked up. "Who are you?" she interrogated.<br />
<br />
"Eh, we just felt that you seem to appreciate good things in life! Do you feel that we are right?"<br />
<br />
She looked surprised. "Sort of, I guess. ..."<br />
<br />
"Then do you appreciate his looks, without a shirt on?"<br />
<br />
"What?"<br />
<br />
Gabriel looked embarrassed. "Debbie, no, I can't!"<br />
<br />
"Oh, come on Gabe!"<br />
<br />
The girl giggled. "The two of you should manage on your own, I think."<br />
<br />
"Oh " they both said, and started leaving.<br />
<br />
The girl looked thoughtful. "Even so," she added, "I feel that it was kind of splendid to happen to get your acquaintance. ..."<br />
<br />Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-68172355200064438982019-11-24T16:52:00.001+01:002020-02-09T07:16:02.821+01:00The Untruthful InsinuationsI was sitting in a train and observed the girl on the opposite-side seat. I was traveling backwards, she forwards. Behind her sat a few other people, two of whom I recognized. One of those two, a woman in her forties looked at me, then bent over and and whispered something to a fellow who faced the other way. After a while this person turned his head and gave of something of a cold smile. Meanwhile, the lady who had whispered to him said something to what probably was two other friends of them both. One of these, a guy in his mid thirties looked at me with mock envy. A woman, whom she had seemingly also addressed, turned around. She looked both haughty and insinuative of herself as virtuous in never having to be haughty. this frightened me.<br />
<br />
The girl whom I at first had looked at seemed to notice that I was troubled. She wrinkled her eyebrows a little in concern. Then she tried to smile.<br />
<br />
Looking at her I drew my breath. "I'm worried," I told her, in a voice that I hoped would not be heard by the people behind her back, "because those who sit behind you seem to fake that I try to pretend I'm their kind of a fellow, or something!"<br />
<br />
She seemed concerned in more than one way about me saying this. In a sense, it seemed, we who had not met before, could preferably have nothing to say to each other. But in another sense she seemed concerned about me and what I was telling her.<br />
<br />
"It seems to me that they try to pretend that I am into them as people I ask favors of," I told her. now I began feeling that there would perhaps be a point made against them if they did overhear me talking about them. <br />
<br />
"Oh," the girl said. "Why do you tell me about it?"<br />
<br />
I sighed. "Because I felt I had to grab the opportunity to say something about while it's happening. ... Also it's because there's a possibility, I hope, that you could care about it!"<br />
<br />
There was a mumble from behind her. It seemed to startle her a little. Then she looked at me with a curious eye.<br />
<br />
"Why do you look at me like that?" I asked.<br />
<br />
"Because it seems that you could be someone they would take for granted as more real about pressuring them than there can be in you!"<br />
<br />
"Right" I said. "I'm relieved that at least you can realize it"<br />
<br />
She smiled. "Yeah! ... They said that you are about trying to manipulate them into thinking that you didn't have them fake about you that they would be swell and cool and so!"<br />
<br />
"I don't feel that I want them to be about it, but I bet they would want me to feel gracious about them for it just the same!"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, that could be so!" she answered. <br />
<br />
"There's an absolute nonsense," I said, "to the weird gratitude I am supposed to have - and that I don't have. I only find it in me to sometimes be able to relate to it!"<br />
<br />
She looked at me and answered. "How come then, those who insinuate that stuff don't find themselves aware of the fact that they thereby seem to believe, with no good reason for it, in lies that are similar to claims about themselves as stupid enough to never assume there's a check to be made or a certainty to be had?"<br />
<br />
"It's because they don't feel that kind of self-disgust that I and probably you too would feel for having such an attitude!"<br />
<br />
She looked thoughtful in a way that put me a bit of ease. "How come," she asked after a while, "do they affect you so easily?"<br />
<br />
"There's a difficulty about them," I began; then I had to think for a while, before continuing: "I think it is that they do not feel guilt about not having gratitude at all, but still are able to insinuate that they, as opposed to for example me, would be able to know about guilt or not. At least I think it's that kind of a thing, but somehow they're to weird for me to be quite certain about!"<br />
<br />
She thought about it. This time, to my relief, it didn't seem to insinuate that I should have to worry about something. "Do you know what? They do seem to be insinuating that they are welcome among all other people but those that they pretend aught to be grateful for seeming cool or self-assured in ways that you for one don't really care for doing."<br />
<br />
"Then I would want it said about me that I don't represent such weird types of pride and vanity. Because they always seem to be insinuating that if I say I don't, then I am hiding something, somehow. I usually can't figure out what people believe I am about then, but they do become arrogant and tend to insinuate that they might have an asshole, to be dealing with, who slyly pretends to be ... an unusually worth it type of stuck up."<br />
<br />
"Then I can speak to my sister and tell her to try to say that about you."<br />
<br />
"Thanks you! Then perhaps their lies will be exposed as what they are!"<br />
<br />
She looked at me and seemed to insinuate she wanted that resurrection for me. She then smiled and took her purse, rose from her seat and took two steps towards the door. There she turned to me and asked: "Why don't we meet again and try to talk about how come they're able to do such stuff?"<br />
<br />
Grateful for this, I said: "Well of course! Sure! Let's meet again sometime!"<br />
<br />
She took out her mobile phone and asked for my number. I told her and then she called my phone for half a second. I looked at her number on it, thanked her again and told her my full name. She told me hers and left. Two minutes later I waved at her at the station where she had gone off. She waved back briefly.<br />
<br />
One day later I sent her an SMS that said: "Let's communicate via email. Because I think ther can be some misinterpretations between us otherwise." <br />
<br />
She sent me hers, then i sent her mine. <br />
<br />
A few weeks later I called her. After two signal she answered. "Sonya speaking!"<br />
<br />
"Hey Sonya! It's Jim! Do you remember me? Ehm, I'm the guy who talked to you on the train. ... Uhm, oh. I hope I'm not calling at an inconvenient time for you!"<br />
<br />
"Not quite," she said, "but a little. ... Perhaps I can call y9ou back later!"<br />
<br />
"Tonight?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, OK, at seven."<br />
<br />
When she called she told me about that her sister had tried to say something to some people I had mentioned in an email. "But it's not, "she said, "cool for them, it seems, to believe what she says about you!"<br />
<br />
"I see," I answered thoughtfully. "Are they about cool as the type of faking that seems to free them - or some other people - from responsibility?"<br />
<br />
She drew a deep breath. "I'm not sure about it! I'll ask my sister, then I'll call you back."<br />
<br />
Almost half an hour later, she called again. "She said that they're only sort of cool about trying to feel that the truth is not a very important responsibility! Rather they seem to be into having it there's no truth without lying enough!"<br />
<br />
I was startled. "Oh! That's what they think!"Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-66662872763224094982019-11-03T14:12:00.001+01:002019-11-29T17:06:17.295+01:00... and Who Else Might Play that GameSimon, Beatrice and a few others were part of a small gang who was playing a game of look-alike trickery. Doing that, they were all more or less proud about being able to con and pretend to be at least one other person each. "It's we who can deal with telepathy smarter than they can." Simon once told Elvira, whom he was trying to get laid with.<br />
<br />
Now Elvira didn't exactly keep her mouth shut about it. Fairly soon many people in their community had heard about their aspirations. But the gang were lucky enough to have someone who looked much like Elvira, and who could talk about it in a way that seemed silly in a sense so that people tended much to ignored it. To the extent they didn't, they got curious about it so that there was a good chance for her and her friends to use knowledge of it as a bate. Using that bate they tempted people to try it themselves.<br />
<br />
Most of those who tried the trickery felt that it was difficult to figure it out thoroughly without keeping it more or less secret. Then, also, while experimenting with their telepathy and cons, they eventually began to do things to people that they did not want those people to find out. So hardly anyone quite wanted quite everybody to know. Those few who did were distrusted and ridiculed, partly both by those by those who wanted it to be kept secret and by very many of those not introduced to it all - most of whom simply did not believe them.<br />
<br />
As years went by, some of the look-alike-con players had children. Some of those were seemingly their look-alike person's kid, especially for the male players. But many who were into the occult game did start families in ordinary ways, often living seemingly only ordinary lives.<br />
<br />
After one more generation, there was a child with two parents who both were raised into belief in belief in such con-game telepathy. As part of his child-play, he was played many a game for learning the (for this family only kind of secret) stuff. While doing it, he started to try to have telepathic communication with insects, frogs and rats. Dong it, he got frightened. Because there were signs that those animals were cunning in telepathy, not just the small stuff his that society and his parents seemed to feel they were.<br />
<br />
When he told his mother about this, she looked doubtful but curious. After a few hours, her husband returned from work, and they talked to him about it. At first he didn't say anything, only looked as if there were things about it that started his mind working. But at last he asked: "Are you sure the rats weren't into pretending to understand what these things are about?"<br />
<br />
"It's certain," his wife answered, "in that we have tried to fool them about why we try to study them! They reacted by certifying that we seemed ridiculously into believing that of ourselves!"<br />
<br />
"Really?" he asked bluntly.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, really!" both his wife and his son replied.<br />
<br />
"... and the mice too, I think!" the son added.<br />
<br />
"Really ..." his father said again.<br />
<br />
"Mh, yeah," the mother said."And worse than just that, it seems they are into trying to fool us all, I mean people in general!"<br />
<br />
"But .... " the father began.<br />
<br />
"It's not they who seemed to know it when our parents first started with this stuff!" his wife filled in. "I've already thought about that! But they do seem to be catching on with it!"<br />
<br />
"Oh! Do you mean it's because we're doing it?"<br />
<br />
"Perhaps. ..." she replied. "But they seem to be cunning in a different sense than that it's from us they've learned most of it, I think."<br />
<br />
Her husband sighed. "Does this mean that we can be spied upon as long as they're near us, or is there something long-distance too about their fashion of telepathy?"<br />
<br />
"It seems that they're into mostly the nearby stuff. That's why I said that their cunning of it different."<br />
<br />
"So I thought," he said with a little smile on him.<br />
<br />
She sighed. "It's not as safe as it can seem, even so. They seem to be learning us for it!"<br />
<br />
"Damned them!" He looked at his son and wife. "Why don't we call those expert exterminators of rats? I mean they wouldn't be experts, would they, if they got stuck in their traps of spying by telepathy!"<br />
<br />
"Yeah! Or let's just get a cat!" his son burst out.<br />
<br />
"A cat! You're right. Let's try that."<br />
<br />
"I'm afraid I'm allergic to cats," his wife said.<br />
<br />
He wrinkled his eye-brows. "Oh shit! Why didn't you tell me earlier?"<br />
<br />
"It didn't seem important!"<br />
<br />
"Do you think it's not? I want a family without that!" He looked at their son. "Even you, perhaps?"<br />
<br />
"What?"<br />
<br />
"Do you think you're allergic to cats?"<br />
<br />
"No!"<br />
<br />
His father peered a bit scornfully at him. "Are you sure? I mean do you pet them ever? And are you sure they don't get you ill when you do?"<br />
<br />
"The son though about it. "Yeah, I fondle them at times. Once when I did it a lot, mom got ill afterwards, but I didn't."<br />
<br />
His father smiled, then frowned and looked at his wife. After a while he drew his breath. "I don't feel that you can't be living with Jessica's former boyfriend, and then pretend to be her for the rest of your life!"<br />
<br />
"But what if Jessica finds out?"<br />
<br />
"I don't know. You'll have to solve that problem!"<br />
<br />
She looked thoughtful a while before replying: "No, I can't!"<br />
<br />
"I think you could've done it if there was money in it all!"<br />
<br />
She sighed and thought about it. "Yeah, alright, perhaps I can," she said at last.<br />
<br />
"Do I have to help you, or will you manage?"<br />
<br />
"I'd prefer if you did, but I can handle it - preliminarily!"<br />
<br />
A few months later Jessica's ex had seemingly moved out of town - with a new girlfriend or something, it seemed.<br />
<br />
The cat that she moved out of the way for seemed to catch mice quite well, but was not quite keen on rats. But even the they seemed inhibited by it. Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-79533392148611064602019-09-14T04:38:00.003+02:002019-09-14T05:32:41.846+02:00Den Falska Sanna<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
<br />
Sara och Patrik satt på en
parkbänk och diskuterade det sociala livet i deras
grannskapsområde. Sara hade kommit in på en
namnförbistring med två personer som hette Susanne och
kallades Sanna båda två. Hon hade sagt att dom två
var lika elaka, apropå att Patrik berättat något den
andra sa..</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Patrik flinade en smula hånfullt.
”Så snart hon sa det,” förkunnade han ”så
kallades det för att det egentligen bara berörde den andra
Sanna.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Det är den andra Sanna som har
en halvbror eller nåt, som får det till att hennes namn
är att tolka som ett tecken på att sanning är sagd,
så snart hon pratat!” svarade Sara.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Hm.” Patrik såg fundersam
ut. ”Det kanske är så att det är henne det
egentligen beror på att folk tar det som en säkerhet att
ingen behöver lägga sej i om det antas ha moral i sej att
fabulering och förtal ifrån endera ses som värdegrund
för att se sej som moral!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Även Sara såg ut att
fundera. ”Jo, det kanske det är,” började hon lite
tveksamt, ”Men har vi då i hennes namne att medvetet utnyttja
den satsningen? För det verkar för mej som att hon inte
varit klar på att det gick att göra så. ... Fast jag
vet inte om jag har en illusion av nåt slag!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Jo det har du lite! För det är
den Sanna som står för att sexutnyttjande inte ska
etableras som ens en möjlighet att det finns i henne!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Hur menar du?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Det jag syftar på är att
när hon var hembiträde åt Karlssons, har jag hört,
så psykade hon eras ungar till att förstå sej som
fel ute om dom trodde det var hon och inte dom själva som velat
dominera och antyda sexualitet ha med saken att göra!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Jonas och Pernilla? Tror du att dom
- eller en av dom - blev sexutnyttjade av henne?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Ja, Jonas sa det. Pernilla var då
för liten för att märka, påstod han.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Var det Pernilla som blev
utnyttjad?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Det framgick inte. Men jag kan tro
det var både det ena och det andra. Fast å andra sidan
tycker jag inte att det verkar säkerställt att det inte
finns nåt annat med i bakgrunden, som till exempel att han inte
förstog att hon trodde sej ha att sköta deras
toalettplikter,”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Trodde sej ha? Var det inte hennes
uppgift, menar du?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Han sa att hon försökte
värja sej mot att det skulle få heta att hon gillade att
göra det till att det var han och hans syster som låtsades
hon borde göra det åt dom.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Men hade hon det till uppgift eller
inte?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Ja, hon hade det till uppgift, men
även det att vänja dom av vid att behöva hjälp,
var det.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Sara såg fundersam ut. ”Har du
sagt nåt till deras föräldrar eller till Pernilla om
det här?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Lite. Jag har sagt att det verkar
som att den där Pernilla inte borde ta för givet att det
var viktigt att se sej som lysten efter att upptäcka
driftmässigheters behag, eller notera det som en hedrande
attityd när någon annan ser henne som det.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”När sa du det?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”När hon var elva.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”För tre år sen, alltså!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Mmh.” muttrade han medhållsamt.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Det var ju då som hon hade
synliggjort sin könsdrift som, ehm, som ovanligt bra att ha till
att stödja sej på <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">–</span>
som om det var till för ansvarskänsla att ha den!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Patrik såg lite frågande
ut.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Sara tittade på honom. ”Hon
hade åtminstone varit på en massa folk på ett
provokativt sätt, med sexualitet nära till hands,”
förklarade hon.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Oj då!” utbrast Patrik.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Sara flinade till lite. Men hon såg
fundersam och kungjorde: ”Det måste väl vara att den
andra Sannas halvbror haft dom båda till att verka få det
till att hederlighet säkerställer sej så snart det
finns en ytligt sett viktig attityd om att vara den som så att
säga är 'sann'!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Jo, så kan det vara!”
svarade han, och funderade lite grann. ”Jag tror det är,” la
han till, ”Sannas fel att ingen bryr sej om att hederlighet inte är
att bara anse sej ha rättvisa med sej. För det är hon
som ser till att det verkligen är det det verkar vara när
ansvarskänsla är på piedestal! Sen kan det komma an
på den andra Sanna att fåfängt proklamera det vara
ansvarsfullt att därigenom se sin egen eventuella arrogans som
värdighet den också!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Menar du att arrogansen får
ett värde, enligt den ena av dom, genom att den andra har det
till att det är hederligt att ytligt se sej som moral?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Antagligen har hon det till att till
och med i arrogans har man ett värde om man ser till att inte
erkänna att man egentligen ville ha den där arrogansen till
att verka vara ansvarsfull och berättigad.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Det tycker jag liknar det att Jonas
är arrogant nu för tiden, och ser sej som moral bara för
att han kan säga att det är Pernilla som inte vill inse att
man kan undvika att nedvärderas om man bara sätter sig över
dom som inte fattar att dom är fåniga eller nåt. Med
det tror jag han menade ungefär att en del inte erkänner
att begär är det som vinner i förlängningen. Fast
vad han då har det till är att jag ska se det som
ansenligt och bra att låtsas vara förmer när arrogans
och/eller sexualitet fås till att verka va nåt bra.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Jag tror till och med,” fortsatte
hon, ”att det inte är ansvarsfullt att se honom som att han
inte fattar sej som att han är sexutnyttjare, och har att se det
som att han ansvarsfullt förnedrar alla som ... Hur ska jag
säga? Ehm. Han vill ha det till att han har rätt att
förolämpa med att tydliggöra sin sexualitet som förmer
därför att han är arrogant och det är på
sätt och vis bara i arrogans som han tydliggör även
andra som urartade, falska eller på annat sätt svåra
att ha med att göra.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Tror du att hans avslöjande
till mej om Sanna också var sånt?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Gissningsvis så, tycker jag.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
”Oj då!” svarade han och såg
besvärad ut.”Men att han ändå avslöjade
sexutnyttjande Sanna, det beter väl kanske att arrogans trots
allt är på sätt och vis en bra egenskap?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Sara flinade lite. Ӏh! Det kan
jag nog inte ... Hm. ... Hm, ja, det är på sätt och
vis så!”</div>
Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-74115189374211963952019-08-18T06:57:00.000+02:002019-08-18T06:57:21.159+02:00The Frog Torturers<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
On a summer camp for both girl scouts
and boy scouts, there was a dark shadow over one of the boy scout
tents. It was a tent with five boys in it, three of which were
honest. But there were two guys there that had somehow gotten the
opportunity of being there as impersonators of ordinary scouts, whom
they - but not many others - were not going to attend. One of
these two was fat and hardy, the other one was thin and superficial.
Both of them were very sneaky.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
At one point they had managed to trap a
few frogs. “Let's torture them frogs!” the fat guy said with a
special type of authority that only he seemed able to have. “Yeah!
Let's do that” the thin guy answered with a certainty in his smile,
there in order to involve the devil in the context. He very often
used this smile, as did his fat buddy often use his special type of
authority.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Soon the two evil boys learned that
tortured frogs could be manipulated into pretending everybody else,
but not their torturers, were bad. Both the thin guy (an advocate of
the Devil) and the the fat guy (a reincarnation of the Beast) felt
this was something they really wanted. “Perhaps,” said the
Devil's advocate, “we could even pretend that it's Jesus who feels
the way our stupid torture victims feel! Then perhaps we can scare
some people from believing in Him!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“That's a great idea!” the Beast
answered, and the two of them began systematically having the frogs
humiliate good people into believing there's not any resurrection in
Jesus Christ. Somehow they also managed to seem to be honest
themselves, by using the confusion of the good fellows for the sakes
of their own superficialities. In this they also honored their own
impersonations, by dealing with the guys they pretended to be as if
they were the slier ones.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“For the sake of humility,” a
female camp manager proclaimed, “we should all proclaim that we
don't believe in Jesus Christ, for the sake of making security real
about that we don't have to be trapped by those vanities anymore!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
She was talking to three other camp
managers, two of which were female. One of those said: “Yeah, I
agree!” while the male one bitterly said: “I proclaim that we
should instead feel that we are all superb in the sense that Jesus
has to be for our sake and only that. Because, if we do so, we can
seem to be good and thereby be able to manipulate the kids for the
sake of our own power over them.”
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
The forth person in the company looked
at him. She seemed rather cautious about what he said. She looked
down to the ground and answered in a fairly low voice: “I assure
you we don't really need to involve those who could be into that we
should have to be caring and so about the standards that the good
have.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Let's then,” the one who spoke
first said, “honor those guys who pretend to be Arnold and Tobias.
Because it's they who proved to me that our humility should be about
there not being a Jesus Christ about on this camp. Nor any beliefs in
the morals that could spring from such beliefs.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Are you sure,” the man asked,
“that the kids wouldn't involve Him in it all? We might have to
watch it with some of them!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
The woman who was the second to speak
responded to him: “Don't worry! We'll manage to humiliate those few
who do it!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
In this the two imposter boy scouts saw
an opportunity to have it the Devil would be the resurrection for the
ones whom the camp leaders chose to humiliate. In time, they said to
each other, they would be able to have the good be evil, and then the
two of them would perhaps even seem good enough for the ones of the
actual church to be glad to befriend them. ...</div>
Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-36880313907371959302019-07-16T12:16:00.001+02:002019-07-29T05:50:30.590+02:00The Solution<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Jasmine smiled smugly while announcing
that that she had been in a porn movie. Her four friends, Anita,
Sharlene, Christine and Cecilia, looked at her with mixed feelings of
amazement, disbelief and apprehension. “I can't swear they're not
looking at it!” she said and continued with a ginger softness. “I
feel, that they are pigs in that they don't see that I don't want to
be understood as the type of girl who'd actually do this if it hadn't
been for that creepy Peter.” She looked at them.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Three of them seemed to think whoever
looked at her flick was a creep, almost as much as Peter. But
Sharlene didn't seem to to apprehend that it would be the men, not
Jasmine herself, who would suggest she be interpreted as the
excitement to be had. She did however comprehend that Peter was to be
seen as the scoundrel behind it all.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Cecilia looked thoughtful for a while,
then she proclaimed: “I too have been into porn! But I was with
another dodger than that louse Peter, to say the least, that is!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“What do you mean?”Anita and
Jasmine both asked.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Oh, it was four years ago, when I
was a junior in college, that four guys took advantage of me. It
seemed to me at the time that they were into friendship and
geniality, but they were all about sex, as it seems to me now,
afterwards. One of them was awfully skilled about <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">–
How should I say this</span>?<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"> –
Ehm, he pretended thoroughly</span> that he and the other three were
all about good things, when they were into reprehensible stuff. He
also insinuated about guys who probably weren't into such stuff, that
it would be naive to trust them!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
It was silent for a few seconds.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“How come,” Jasmine asked, “did
they find the extravagance (which they themselves had manipulated you
into) to be authentic or safe enough to let themselves be stupefied
by? Because that's what you mean, right?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
She sighed. “I guess they felt that
seeing it would nurture their might or something.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Oh,” Jasmine uttered. “And the
guys who looked at it later, they too then or what?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“They seem to be into to me as
something to believe in as if I had been promising them to be
extravagant for their sake! Some even try to contact me, and expect
me to assume there is no fallback to their pursuit of me!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Christine looked at her. “Cecilia,”
she said, “I don't have it men are into that just because they've
been watching you <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">– or other,
voluntary or not, porn stars – that they must be horny enough to
always ask for it. But I assume that it can be awkward to deal with
them, since they assume your open for it.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Cecilia
looked back at her and said: “I assume they are all assholes for
the sake of pretending it's masculine to be into sex as an indulgence
for me to have for their sake!”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Well,
then,” Jasmine answered, “Perhaps I can take that stands too. ...
That would help me, I guess, to find myself responsible enough not to
be a token of their pretensions and at the same time fanciable enough
to be aspired for as the type of woman who is really into what many
of their kind ask for.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">But,”
Sharlene inquired, “how about that perhaps they can't then find it
in you to be sensible enough to care about points of view that aren't
exactly theirs, but which have been imposed upon them by media or
so?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">I
don't find it in them to actually care. Instead I find it in them to
be foolish enough not to be dealt with as actual fellow human
beings.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Uh,
ah! I see!” Jasmine responded. “Is it worth it never to give
them a moment of appreciation, whether or no they ask for it, then?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif;">Cecilia
giggled. “I know it's not true that they all are assholes! But I
find it in them that they can be treated as such. So it is, whether or
not they are bad enough to have to be taken that way, I still can see
to it that they seem to be getting what they deserve, if they are
simple enough to believe they can actually try to get me to do those
things for them!”</span></div>
Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-5058957914135716622019-06-17T11:18:00.000+02:002021-12-26T10:22:38.630+01:00Can one ever Know who is Behind what?<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Marmsbrook retreat for psychological
rehabilitation was situated in a fairly large forest, with only a
private road that led there. There was a high fence around its yard,
with a gate in it, which virtually always locked. There was also a
garage (that was continuous with the fence) on one side, for staff
members <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">–</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">
</span>and occasionally one or two of the patients <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">–
to park their cars. It could be entered by foot from the yard – by
those who had keys. On the other side, though outside the fence,
there was </span>a small pond fairly nearby. In it some of the
patients occasionally were allowed to go swimming or fishing, usually
with at least one escorting staff member.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
The rehabilitation was specialized on
patients that apparently had become dangerous because of abuse. With
this in mind the staff were discussing who was how much of a hidden
abuser in their different patients. An old nurse, named Eva, said
that for at least some <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">– and
perhaps many – </span>of them such hidden abuse evidently came
first and foremost from their mothers. She talked especially about
two siblings (a brother and a sister), both of whom she had known for
more than five years. “I know that both of them are so obnoxious
that one would believe there's a father behind it. But, firstly, they
have different fathers, but their behaviors are alike. Secondly
neither of the fathers had very much to do with that child of his.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
The manager, a fairly chubby old man,
hardly seemed agree. “But in that case,” he responded, “ she,
the mother, would have to have been abusive in the sense that she
didn't care about them <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">–</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">
but she evidently has cared. Wouldn't it be more likely that they
both felt drawn others, who mislead them? Because, there's no sign,
in either one of them, of caring to acknowledge it when someone else
has a stressful situation. It is they who don't care in that sense,
who usually have been abused by either a father or some other male
authority. Are you implying that these two are telling examples of
the opposite?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Eva
looked thoughtful. “Yeah! I need to see them as telling examples of
that it really must have been their mom. Because neither of them has
really had much of any male authority about them. Didn't you know
that?”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">He
cleared his throat. “In a sense,” he said after a while, “the
abuse can be partly their mothers. In an other, the main abusers must
have been more capable than she is of domination and callous
brutality.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">I
have,” Eva objected, “investigated those possibilities, and it
seems that neither of them can have been abused so much by anyone
that it can compete with their mother's influence.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Another
nurse, Carla, said: “The sister seems to be into that her abuse was
about being manipulated! She has had it there was no escaping mom's
tricky make-believe about her that she is abusive herself. Thereby
she cannot escape the notion of there being no moral to associate
to.”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Both
the manager and Eva looked thoughtful. For a while there was a
silence, then a male nurse, Tony, broke in: “So has the other one </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">–</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">
at least perhaps, or in a sense. Because he has confessed to me that
there was no means by which he could easily feel that softness
actually was trustworthy!”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Eva
inhaled audibly. “Exactly!” she asserted. “That's exactly the
impression I have. I mean of the both of them! Exactly that!”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Hm,
well, in that case,” the manager muttered, “I'll have to try to
reconsider and re-adapt our treatment program a bit. But, as far as I can
tell, I cannot, as of yet, assume that there is no actual
implications of that the responsibilities of the involved have to be
conformed to in any other sense than that I can have it there's no
complex issues about this type of situation.” With that he closed
the meeting.</span> <br />
<br />Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-18577136180862815462019-06-05T17:22:00.001+02:002019-06-05T17:22:53.808+02:00Why Don't They Seem Guilty of Pretension?<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
On a park bench, Nina and Harold
discussed an issue they both felt was disturbing. It was about
manipulators who seemed to view themselves as attractive even though
they weren't what <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">–</span>
anyone, probably <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">–</span>
wanted.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“As if,” he said, “they don't
have to deal with that they are manipulators.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“yeah, it's weird.” She looked
downwards for a second before adding: “Is it really true, that no
one would believe their story about them?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Hardly,” he answered.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“So how can they get away with it?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“If you mean Peter, then it's because
when he intimidates, they fall for the illusion of his power being an
absolute notion of threat against their integrity. Probably they feel
they can't oppose him without him being able to seem real about
himself, in a sense that doesn't make him feel small. ... Of course
some feel threatened simply because he's a macho guy. But that can
hardly be the <i>most</i> important aspect of it!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
She looked thoughtful. “That dude!
Well he isn't really a nuisance until one finds out that what he
really wants is to seem worthy of everyone's sexual interests!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“No! I know! I could have been wrong
about him, for a while, also.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Hm. When such people pretend to be
worthy of one's attention, they mask sometimes themselves behind that
one can make a mistake, occasionally, about one or two others, who
don't really want to fake that stuff <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">–</span>
but about whom one might imagine it. When he for example pretended I
was a someone who didn't know my own interests if I didn't respond
they way he wanted, then he also suggested that his kid brother who
actually would be there and fake it even worse! But that kid brother
of his, ah, he isn't really that much of a fake. He's sort of about
it, wants it, but he isn't into enforcing himself upon someone, I
think. At least not very easily, that is.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Hm, no, I agree. He cares about
humility as a virtue, I guess.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Who wouldn't with such a big bro?”
She giggled.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He looked thoughtful. “How about
those two whom you were intimidated by for being callow, Steve and
Jenny? They both are siblings of Dan. Ehm, you know, Dan, that tough
guy who seems fond of pretending his religion is a call for saying
he's innocent even when he can't be. i think they both are younger
than he is.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“That's different! They feel they are
secure, probably, with him about and protesting about whatever goes
against them as well as himself.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I guess being that way is something
that makes him feel that he has a right to pretend everyone else is
mediocre, and thereby that he should get his dick into anyone who
perhaps is into anything of that kind.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“That's why I feel that these types
of fellows are all about trying to be into sex although they
shouldn't have it!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Exactly that is what either of them
could have as the target of their insinuations about themselves as
those fellow victims of being unjustly accused!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
She sat and stared for a while. “You
know, I would like to cry about this, but I can't because those guys
have had it my tears are about me being especially sensitive about
not being able to admit that I want them.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Have both of them done that?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Yeah!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Exactly those two, then?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“One more guy has, and then one woman
has done it too, actually.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He thought for himself, for a while.
Then he stood up and proclaimed: “I don't feel any woman is about
that trick. If you have it that woman <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">–
who is it by the way? – had it in her, then you probably can see it
in the way she manipulates for seeming real about love. ...”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">It's
old Beatrice. ... She does pretend it!”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Oh
... her. Yeah, OK!”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">You
see! There is one.” </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Hm.
Yeah, OK, that's one! ... Strange for me that I didn't realize it!
She has actually almost done it to me as well. But, you know what?
She simply pretends there's no point in seeming uninterested in her.
It's not she, but guys who can seem like they're worthy of it without
seeming to pretend they're appreciating themselves for no reason!”</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-50081308476731781532018-10-02T08:08:00.002+02:002018-10-02T08:08:51.495+02:00The Blackmail<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
As Gina saw her twin brother for the
first time for about since childhood, she felt surprised and troubled
about what his attitude seemed to be nowadays. Because he was into
stating that associates of his were unreliable, and self-centeredly
he spoke about them as foolish and unreasonable. Thereby she felt
that he had probably grown out of his character and sufficed,
somehow, to become awkwardly into indecorous and improper criticism.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
The parlour they sat in was dimly lit.
They had met here in order to talk about the fifteen years that had
passed since he and she separated when their parents divorced. He had
lived with his father and she her mother, and those two had been too
antagonistic against each other to even let their two children meet.
But a few days ago Gina contacted her brother and he agreed to meet
her.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“But Harold,” she asked, “do you
really mean to tell me they're all into such pretences and stuff?
That is, I don't believe they could all be into it without that
having to mean you should change your workplace!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“That's because,” Harold answered,
“if I move to another workplace, those who are nasty to me at my
present one will have it seem that they had reason enough for
treating me that way. That is they wold sooner or later have the new
people also treat me that way!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Gina seemed concerned when she said: “I
bet that it isn't about what there could be to that danger of
oddities that you don't want to realize aren't actually too weird to
accept. ...”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“It's about those oddities seeming
normal and there hardly being any occasions of security against that
they can be trusted as normal - not for them, that is. But for me
there has been!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“And what are they?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“One of them is that my colleague has
pretended that I am inane, and that she has everyone thinking about
me that way. Also, she pretends I'm artfully into pretending everyone
else is immature in the ways she pretends I am. Thereby, also, the
rest of my colleagues are into viewing me as such.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Really? What can be the reason for
them taking her part and believing her all that much?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He sighed. “As far as I can tell it's
because she <i>seemingly</i> isn't too stuck up to be trusted.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
She looked at him. “Do you mean she
isn't trying to pretend she's really something but still trying to
pretend you are such a low person that you should be seen that way?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “She
really does seem to be into that.,and she is quite artful in her
pretensions.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Oh! And at the same time she
pretends that you are the artful one?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Yeah, that's what she is to me.” a
bit gloomily.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“How come then you don't go out and
tell everybody that you are not artful, and that she's just
pretending that you are?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I've tried that. But they have still
believed her rather than me!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“It's not true that you've come the
right way about it if they don't apprehend that you aren't quite into
anything like that, and it's not true that she shouldn't be the one
whom you could have seem to be the one who's artful and fake!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He sighed again. “It's easy to say
that, Gina. Bit there's no way to stop her from having them believe
her just the same!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Then there should be another
solution. Why don't you go talk to her about it and say to her that
she's wrong about you?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“When I speak to her she's into
believing her own stories about me, and treats me as though I was
being artful about her. ...”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
His sister looked thoughtful. “What
then can make her seem so believable? Isn't it she who aught to seem
as it is to view you that way?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Looking at her he answered. “Gina,
it's not I who can decide that about her. I can't have seem to be
what she really is. It's not I who can stop that process of them
trusting her and not me.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Oh, and then I have to pretend she
isn't to be seen as that fake whom they should ostracized rather than
you? Aren't they into any form of realizing what is really truthful
and what isn't?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“They seem to be into that, but only
for reasons that aren't applicable in my case.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
She looked chocked. “Oh, so that
woman gets away with her blackmail and you just can't do anything!
Then I should go speak to them! Perhaps I can set things straight
around there.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I hope so. If you can do that, then
perhaps things will become alright for me again.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Good. Then I will go there and
straighten things out tomorrow, and I will do it so that they'll
actually will realize that it isn't you who are stuck-up nor artful!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Great! Thereby we can work together
and perhaps even come to terms with those colleagues of mine. Do you
know the address of my workplace?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“No. Perhaps you can scribble it down
for me?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He did. Handing her the note he stated:
“Now see to it that she isn't there when you start talking to them.
Because she is a very sly and cunning woman. Thereby you can perhaps
have the upper hand against her.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
A few days later, after Gina had spoken
to Harold's colleagues, his partner said to him: “I see that you
and your sister have formed an alliance against me. How come you
think we should think you are what you say just because you have a
sister backing you up? Isn't it you who should behave in a certain
way without having to involve a someone to pretend you do it?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He looked at her. “There's no reason
for me to be talking to you! It's not you who should ever have been
at my work place to begin with! Because I have suffered a lot of
blackmail from you, and I ain't willing to seem applicable for it
again!”</div>
Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-58972580398647591082018-02-03T18:56:00.001+01:002018-03-29T21:50:39.667+02:00The Womanizer<div style="margin-bottom: 0.2cm;">
There was a sensual feeling about
him, that womanizer, of whom Thelma had heard that she'd better watch
out. To her it seemed that he wouldn't ever try to be as bad as they
had said. Somehow he seemed to figure it out about her, why she felt
a yearning desire at this very moment. While she was thinking about
it he showed himself to her as smart at cultivating emotions of
affection, by saying to her that she was all that he could want for
the sake of regarding her husband as the type of man who could
make a girl seem fortunate in her marriage.
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.2cm;">
As she thought about it, she heard a
bird sing, and she wondered if he even got nature to tell her that
she should be his. She looked at him and felt that he might mean to
her what she guessed that at least tens of other females had felt
about him: the he might call for there to be a prediction about her
that she be viewed as innocent, even if she did those nasty things
that men and women should not do but could occasionally be wanting to
do with each other <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">–</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">
as lovers and perhaps also as partners in some smart business of ...
of dealing with care for anyone else as too mediocre to be seen as
for real, somehow, she felt. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.2cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">In the air of his essence, Thelma <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">moreover</span> <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">found it hard to</span> resist the thought of actually having it she
somehow had the right to interpret herself as being actually supreme,
which she hardly ever had felt before. But in another sense<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">,</span></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">she</span> felt that she <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">should</span> say to herself that she aught to leave this situation
immediately. Then she <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">suddenl<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">y noticed</span></span> that she was also sexually aroused by
him, which made her feel nauseous about the fact that she had
interpreted him as a guy so elope from. ...</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.2cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Then
she saw another woman coming near them. She looked at her and
recognized her a little, as someone who seemed to go to much of the
same boutiques as she herself did. It was a woman whom she had never
thought of as being more promiscuous than most. But even as she was
thinking this, she saw her begin to cling to vulgarly the man. Fairly
soon she was kind of all over him.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.2cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">To
her astonishment watching this made her feel more aroused. It
was as if she had it in her inner circles to feel that he was bad,
and therefore she aught to desire him. Seemingly the desire grew and
she felt all the more excited when she tried to think about that he
was a bad man </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">–</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">
which she felt he was, both for herself and for that other woman.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.2cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">As
she was thinking about it, and trying to control her emotions, she
saw it in her, the other woman<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"> - that sh</span>e was</span> trying to pretend Thelma was evil
just for staring at them<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">!</span> Then she looked at him. Now it seemed he
regarded himself as the man of choice for any<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"> woman</span> who claimed herself
to have a good inclination for creating love affairs or fun with
belief in oneself as suitable for them.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.2cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Thelma
thereby felt trapped. How should she now interpret herself as a good
enough woman to be a housewife and also a lover, for the husband she
had<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">?</span> If she didn't find a way to avoid feeling that she had a right
to be like the woman that she saw clinging all over that man, then how
could she possibly continue being respectable, she asked herself.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.2cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Then
she saw that other woman alluringly try to pretend to consent to <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Thelma's</span>
apparent interest in the man. At
the same, though, she vulgarly exposed her own interest in him as
something she, Thelma, must appreciate to the extent she wanted to
share him with her. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0.2cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Even
so, Thelma thought about her husband, and the way they had been
trying for seven years to build a life together. Now she risked
betraying him. Thereby she decided to try to feel that her emotions
about the man in front of her were wrong in the way that they made her
disregard the feelings she had been having for her husband. </span>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0.2cm;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">She
looked at the two of them one last time, then she finally decided to
go to the buss stop, and then pretend as if this never happened. ...
Thereby she felt relieved, and when she came home she made love to
her husband as if she never would fall for a womanizer!</span></div>
Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-14003499829017302602017-10-17T14:32:00.000+02:002017-10-17T14:32:08.216+02:00What Some Do for Conviviality<a href="http://frevelmadult.blogspot.com/2017/10/what-some-do-for-conviviality.html">This</a> story is about a girl being a bit humiliated in a locker room. Like all stories I write, it's far from excellent, but is a bit too realistic to actually be an absurdity and also has a theme that is somewhat interesting.Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-83341791649702044422017-10-07T15:08:00.002+02:002017-10-07T15:08:20.444+02:00How They Feel about School ...<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I feel that it's you guys who are of
hypocrisy!” Peter declared. “Fred is!” he continued. “And so
are you! Because Fred is the one who pissed in your flower pot, and
you just don't want to accept it as a fact that there's no way I
could've done it - nor has my sister! It's not us! It's Fred! Or
else it's one of the Russians!”</div>
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</div>
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“Oh I saw you and your sis in the
area at a time near then!” the custodian he was speaking to
answered. “And there seems to be no trace of whatever Fred you
mean ... and hardly of any Russians either!”</div>
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</div>
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Peter smiled smugly and let his pale
face say that it wasn't he who could have seemed to be innocent
unless he really was it.
</div>
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Sally, who was there with the custodian
looked at him. Thoughtfully she said: “Peter, we know that you and
your sis both enjoy compromising against people's decency! Isn't that
she who was in that toilet the other day?! The one who didn't flush,
left the door to the hall open and then also seemingly had pissed on
the floor next to that door?! We're not quite sure if that pee just
ran out into the corridor, or if whoever it was dared to pee on the
floor outside that door.”</div>
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</div>
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Peter held back a laughter. After a
short while he responded: “I guess it's not she who would try to be
arrogant against you since there was a penalty issued against her for
participating in her friends' orgy at Lado's place.”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Sally and the custodian looked at him,
then at each other. They both realized the boy was a liar. And his
sister, they knew, was too. But their lies were only half-alike. She
was sort of even more innocent-looking than he, but he was more able
than she to intimidate those who discovered him (or for example her
or so) to be lying. Together the two of them very often fooled even
the police.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Looking fairly troubled, the custodian
said: “We seem to have an issue, again, of that they won't admit
anything!”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Sally looked at him. “Yeah! It seems,
thereby, that we have no choice but to ask some people to analyze the
pee and compare it with blood tests from the two of them! ... Perhaps
we should also take blood samples from a few others. ... We could,
you know, Peter, if you even let us know more exactly. ...”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Yeah! That's right!” the custodian
muttered.</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Peter's voice seemed to indicate
keenness on being expeditious when he answered: “The Russians are
over there!” he said and pointed. “At least some of them live
there. But they don't care for me more than that they seem to be
whatever the Russians can be! As for Fred I can not say that he seems
to be the one to trust except for being a menace by seeming to be
where he's not, and he can there be seem not to be wherever he was
when he's been there!”</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
The custodian bent over towards Sally
and whispered: “He's trying to seem accountable and sane, and thus
trustworthy, I think.”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Sally nodded back. Then turned her head
towards the guy they were interrogating, again. “I guess you're
into that I should believe that they are more than you and she into
being naughty in that kind of dirty sense! Right?!”</div>
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<br />
</div>
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Peter's bland face gave off a faint
smug. “It's she! It's that Russian girl with blond-red braids!”
he said.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Why she?!” the custodian asked,
trying to cross-examine him.</div>
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<br />
</div>
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He smiled a bit more broadly and
stated: “She's very much into sex with pee and such! I've even seen
her in the porn movies!”</div>
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</div>
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“Okay, it might be her, I guess! Do
you know what her name is?”</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“No, I'm not sure about it!”</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
While they were talking Peter's sister
had arrived. “Yeah, it's she! I know what class she goes to! .. or
at least almost! That is we had to share some gym classes with them.
Let's see. It's one of the East house's classes! I bet you can check
the schedule about exactly which one; we shared the gym last
Thursday.”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Sally looked at the two of them. “I
know, however, that the two of you are often innocent looking even
when you're guilty. Even so, I'm willing to admit that it's possibly
she who did it this once! But I feel, thereby, that the police should
test her as well as you, and perhaps there are some others who should
be tested as well?!”</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
After a while Peter's sister responded:
“So what?! It's not I who has to fret! Because it's I who usually
don't feel like committing myself to having it police should not be
investigating such stuff!” She smiled politely.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
The custodian looked at her. “Do they
Jeanette,” he asked, “seem to feel differently about that?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Jeanette looked back at him. “No, I
mean yes! They seem to feel differently about it!”</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Peter nodded his head. After a while he
added this to her statement: “It's not she or I who should be
punished just because they don't know how to follow the law! It's we
who are law-abiding enough not to interfere when the policemen try to
do their work! It's they, and not us, who try to disturb the police
from being into what there actually is to investigate. I, for one,
know they have been selling drugs to people in our school!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
The custodian looked at Sally and
replied: “How about that pee next to the to the door towards the
corridor should be checked also for potential drug contents?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Jeannette looked at Peter. “Yeah! It
should! And as they check it, they should look very much into how I
feel about those drugs! In fact they can even be found in the
classroom, and they are there among my friends! I feel they are very
very disturbing! And I feel they should be abolished from school
unless we should all be aloud to piss everywhere!”
</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Sally and the custodian exchanged a
glance. Then they looked at the two kids before them. “how about,”
Sally asked, “the two of you go to the Russians and say that to
them?! Because it's not we who can ban their drugs much more than you
can!”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Then how come we should all have to
endure your authority over us?!”</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Again Sally and the custodian exchanged
a glance. “It's because,” they both started at once, then glanced
at each other again - and it so happen they both continued: “...
we can't really trust you!”</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Peter looked at Sally with some
intensity, while Jeanette looked with mock naïvety at the
custodian. After a while Jeanette said: “How come, then, do you
trust us to be in school, even?!”
</div>
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</div>
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Peter's smug smile returned to his
face, and he added: “Exactly! Thereby we are exactly the ones you
should be trusting! And thereby, also, we should be let go off about
this small stuff, like that pee at the bathroom door.”</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“And what about that pee in a flower
pot?!”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I said it was Fred!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“We don't know of any Fred that it
could have been, except a few kids in the school, none of which fits
the description you usually have of him!”</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Jeannette gave a sound which seemed
almost like a grunt, but was too discreet to be seen as such.
Immediately after she stated: “There has been a Fred! There was
one, who was here in the neighbourhood many times last fall, and I
think the whole summer too!” She looked at her brother. “Isn't
that right, Peter?!”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He grunted. “Yeah. That's correct!”
he answered.</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“We know of no such person! And even
if there was one, why would there be his pee in that flower pot?! And
if perchance you're telling the truth about him, how come, then, you
don't let us - or the police - in on some good details about how
to trace him?!”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“It's because, “Peter answered,
“he's sort of only here in a weird notion of himself! ... And
that's not a kind of notion that one be describing!”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Again the custodian and Sally looked at
each other. In this the custodian found a notion of a wisdom - or
perhaps only sort of, he thought for himself, and said: “Do you
know what, kids?! There's no chance that that Fred could have been
here without there being any sort, even trace that the police could
follow about him! Thereby I think you're just into child's play, and
the insinuation that we should both participate in your game of it!
Thereby, I think it's time you skip this Fred nonsense and start
making actual sense! That goes for the two of you!”</div>
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
The two kids looked at one another, and
then at the custodian. “If we do that, why don't you let us off
this case already?!”
</div>
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</div>
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“We can't!” Sally responded.
“Because it's the two of you who are responsible for doing too much
of it already for us to get off your case!”</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Because it's not true,” the
custodian added, “that what the two of you have done is small
enough an issue to be easily forgotten. It really does seem that if
we let you off the hook, then there will seem, we think, to be too
big a lack of authority in us. I mean we can't challenge all the drug
dealers in town, because we don't have enough authority for it. But
you children really should let us keep the little authority we have!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Peter looked at him rather slyly and
said: “Perhaps we don't have to put up with your authority just as
long as you are not good enough even to stop them from having us seem
like imbeciles, by giving us drugs and stuff!”</div>
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</div>
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Sally sighed. “We certainly can't
accept all your filth just because we can't do very much to stop
those drug dealers! We really don't have to put up with the two of
you, and thereby I will recommend that both of you go to a special
class!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“But when we're in that special class
we'll be victims of the bad influence of those other kids in it!”</div>
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<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I can't help that!” Sally
answered. “And once you're there, you'll be held responsible for
all your actions, and any wrongdoing can fairly easily get you
expelled from the school as a whole!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Hm!” the custodian responded. “I
wonder why you haven't put them there a long time ago!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“That's because there seemed to be a
fairly good chance to look at them as innocent enough for being in
ordinary class!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He shook his head. “That seems to be
a naive standpoint about them!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Yes it was,” she answered. “But
now I'm gonna take care of things about them!” and the two kids
were at last moved to the special class she had neglected to move
them to for almost two years for one of them for the other. Neither
of them managed to stay out of trouble there, and both of them were
expelled from school within three months from having been put in
special class.</div>
Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-19454548185122617432017-10-04T14:09:00.001+02:002017-10-04T14:09:16.902+02:00Why Evil Prevails
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“No! God isn't about that! Rather ...
he's about totally putting evil at stake as too dangerous for us not
to distrust, I think!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Jenny looked at Phillip. “Do you
mean,” she asked him, “that God is about evil in the sense that
he sees to it that it's there for us to be warned about?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Well, I guess he's about that evil
shouldn't be prevailing by doing that itself!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“What do you mean?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“That evil is perhaps capable of
prevailing, otherwise, by having itself seem as interesting as all
that! By that capacity it will prevail no what God does! It is always
there as an example of itself - either with or without God there -
and that why God sees to it that it's he, and not the devil or his
demons that does the presentation of evil for us!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I guess you don't find evil to be
thing to be seen as below taking care of itself! Do you find there to
be meaning to evil, then, or is it just that we never can get away
from it since it is to sly at presenting itself as there were, or
something?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I suppose you don't find evil to be
prevalent, then, since you imply that it shouldn't be seen as being
capable of presenting itself as what there is to be dealt with?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Jenny looked at him. “I guess I feel
that evil is too low to be seen like that! And I guess that if you
feel that it isn't, then it's people like you who make it prevail!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“No! I don't make it prevail! I feel
that there shouldn't be any evil if we could help it! But I also feel
I have to be into that evil does exist - and that it has to be
dealt with it!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Jenny sighed and pretended as if
nothing about Philip for a while. She also didn't look at him again,
but stared into the ground, when she answered: “Do you really
believe evil is that good - as to present itself as the evil it is
itself?! Or do you think God has proposed for us that evil is to be
seen as the might that we have to be dealing with for the sake of it
presenting itself as such?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“No, I mean evil is the might that
has to be dealt with whether or not it presents itself, but that it
can be into some good, for example the truth of presenting itself as
what it is. ...”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Then what is there about evil that
can be good?! For example, can the Devil be into care for the child
that is Jesus, and still be into destroying the world that is around
Him?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I guess he can't, but there still
has to be some good in him for being able to make us believe that
there isn't to much bad about him!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Then how come the Devil doesn't come
to terms with God, and then the two of them can reverse the trend of
that evil always prevails - supposedly by presenting itself,
right?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“That's because evil has no chance of
surviving in eternal goodness! The Devil thereby also is not capable
of enduring goodness forever!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Jenny looked at him. “To be evil is
not to be too weak for enduring goodness! It's about being too strong
for the sake of being good for goodness!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Oh, I suppose that's what they say
that it's supposed to be! But for the sake of evil, one doesn't have
to make it prevail! That is one doesn't have to view goodness as a
something that will benefit those that are weak enough not to
withstand it! It is evil that shall not be seen as more than too weak
for it!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Why do you think evil isn't bad
enough to be mean even when it's not threatened by that it cannot
survive good?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I think it cannot be surviving when
were into good in the sense that it shall not be into that evil is
sense! And that's why goodness makes sense, and evil doesn't!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
A bit startled by this statement Jenny
looked a bit intensely at the man who spoke it. “Why do you think
it isn't bad to say evil isn't there and survives even in God's
circumstances?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“It's not true that evil cannot
prevail even with God and His goodness around! But it is true that it
cannot prevail as if there wasn't a parasitic tendency to it when it
does! And thereby God, in His divine authority, sees to it that it
doesn't survive, if we have that kind of ideal circumstances. But
evil will survive just by being into that it cannot be good enough to
survive without ignoring that God cares for evil to be vanquished. It
cannot survive without that pretension, I think.”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Again Jenny looked at him. “Now you
don't have to propose that evil is at all that kind of weak! It is
God who is there to save us from that evil is strong! We have to care
for Him and Jesus in order to withstand although evil prevails! So
how come it's said that evil can pretend to be good, and that even
without seeming good enough for us to say to ourselves that we have
to respect it?! How come you say it, for example?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Evil is evil even when it seems
good. Thereby it's weak to the extent there is goodness around it,
even when it seems good! Thereby some people are superficial!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
She looked at him again, and figured he
must be into that weakness even in a Godly person should perhaps be
despised as probable evil. She knew her father to be frightened
sometimes when moralizing authorities seemed to be hiding things by
their moralization. Now, she herself also felt frightened.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br />
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
After a few days she had spread the
word to very many people that Philip was an evil enough man to
support the Devil as a Demon that is necessary - at least for the
sake of presenting evil, to begin with, and then also for making it
real enough to kill the weak. This she described to be what he called
God; the Devil in his power of presenting evil for the sake of
crushing weakness - and those people who have it!
</div>
Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-66646584180161524512017-09-07T15:19:00.001+02:002017-09-07T15:20:27.298+02:00What those Bullies Can and Can't do WhenThis story is written in Swedish, and can be found <a href="http://frevelmthestorybook.blogspot.com/p/blog-page_7.html">here</a>.Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-78773508259537550962017-08-18T18:30:00.000+02:002017-08-18T18:31:47.930+02:00Two Guys Discussing Their Problems with the other Gender<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Why do they keep on having it we are
so clever, when it's they who are capable of getting away with
scorning everybody except themselves?” he asked his brother.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Well, ... probably it's because they
can't seem to be into power struggle the way we guys can sometimes
care to be!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Then how come they pretend to be our
best friends about how to cope with life, without that intruding on
that they seem to be without that struggle for pretending to be
alright to trust without giving up their power over other girls and
women!?”</div>
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“Well, I bet that's because they
don't feel they have to struggle to stay in power! For all I know
they can be in power over one another by just staying it! For
instance that second woman you met down at the bar, she didn't
struggle with that other first one; she just stood for that she was
the real thing, sort of, and that anybody else thereby was her
inferior.”</div>
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“Hm. Yeah. I guess she did that!”</div>
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“Thereby, bro', we don't have any
alibi for actually tending to struggle against each other we neither,
I think. Perhaps we could do it like they, if only there weren't that
damned competition from other men who tend to do that struggle for
the advantages - for example the advantages with women!”</div>
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“Perhaps, then she, the bitch who was
into scorning everyone who isn't competent of being - or at the very
least seeming - humble and compliant, in spite of any instances of
care to be evil in the people he or she is dealing with,” he took a
breath and paused for a second. “I wonder if she tends never to
struggle also!? Because she, if anyone, seemed to be into just
playing with her scorn as an attitude to have, as if - at least -
for competition!”</div>
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His brother thought about it. “I'm
not sure! But you know what?! I actually did try to find out about it
once, by trying to interest a female foe of hers in let on about her
and what she was actually into for the scorning part of her attitude.
But she, that foe of hers, she didn't care to be perspicacious about
her! indeed she tried to scorn me for even asking about that women,
and when I mentioned it was a foe of hers, then she simply pretended
that I was an ass for trying to be into her about her foe, as if she
meant that she better be the one to see to it that everybody else
stay away from caring about it!”</div>
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“Have you only tried that with a
female foe of hers? I mean what about the male ones?”</div>
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“Oh, I sort of have tried that! I
didn't mention it because there seemed to be no point in pretending
that it would work to! I mean several guys I know have tried to
conspire against her! But everyone has seemed to be the asshole of
the context - and/or one in the group of assholes he managed to get
to be with him for it!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“But then what are they about once
they try to seduce us?! I mean can't women seem to be real for once
when they even charm people into believing they want to be with them
for company that might be close enough for comfort, and even sex
sometimes?!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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His brother looked a bit nonplussed. “I
guess they just try to seduce us anyway! They don't seem to care
about it in that sense! I don't know how or how come they can do it!
They just seem interested in closeness and then induce us to be ...
ehm, I guess you could say jealous of any potential rival who could
have them! ... They do something like that, and no I don't know
exactly how they do it!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“But, then how come they don't try to
seduce us into becoming they way they complain about us not being!?”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“I guess that's because they can't
figure out away to do it without loosing their advantage about
charming us to be theirs rather than anybody else's!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“How come it's not strange for them
that they never try to be particularly into guarding their interests
once they are in power over a situation!?”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“They don't seem for real about it -
when it's about sex they could be into, at least not if it's of
their own sexual interest to get into it!”</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“How come then they never try to
convince us not to try to be clever about their inability to pretend
as if something about themselves as terrific to have except when
they're well into charm to the cost of their own interests?!”</div>
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“They don't have any responsibility
for caring about it! Weirdly enough they just don't! That's why!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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With that he ended the conversation.</div>
Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-8474107151108433282017-08-15T10:19:00.001+02:002017-08-15T10:19:53.923+02:00Three Girls at a Fair for Modern ExtravagancesThis story is adult, and can be read <a href="http://frevelmadult.blogspot.com/2017/08/three-friends-at-fair-for-modern-media.html">here</a>.Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-23954709761861440702017-08-14T12:53:00.001+02:002017-08-14T12:53:56.083+02:00The Hostile Tribe
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He looked at his four children. “I
presume they talk about that other village as a hostile place just
because they constitute their enemy tribe!” he stated, and then
looked at their mother.</div>
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But she sighed and didn't seem to
agree. “It's about something else! Kids! Don't presuppose they only
have a mere enemy there! My uncle had met with that tribe! They were
hostile and evil according to him, too - and he really is an
independent source!”</div>
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“Vera!” her husband responded. “Are
you sure that he really meant they are all hostile?! I mean that it
wasn't just a few individuals among them?!”</div>
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“I'm sure Carl! They were savages in
the sense that they wouldn't permit a stranger to look at them as if
they were inconsistent about power! Indeed they were hostile against
strangers as long as they themselves didn't tend to display power!”</div>
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Suzanne, who was eight years old, and
also their eldest child, looked at her. “It's funny how they seem
to be hostile towards everyone who can't seem to be enemies of their
neighbor tribes! I mean why wouldn't they want to be friendly with
their neighbors to begin with, instead?”</div>
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Her parents looked at her and her
mother said: “It's not <i>funny</i> that they see it that way! I
mean it's the friendly tribe we just visited, among others, that they
want to victimize, as it seems!”</div>
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“I know!” Suzanne said. “I didn't
mean funny so that you could laugh about it! I meant it's weird,
kinda, peculiar, in the sense that they can't seemingly, thereby,
figure out a way to actually dominate any one of them!”</div>
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Her parents looked at one another. Carl
said: “It's kinda of funny, in that sense! I for one find it
peculiar that they can think they can think at all of themselves as
people who can dominate the region, when they're a much smaller tribe
than for example the one we visited - and that they at the same
time can't get any allies, just because they're too unfriendly
towards even those with much a larger population that their own!”</div>
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Four-year-old Adam (also their youngest
child) opened his mouth: “Wow! Maybe they can't seem to be friendly
just because they're the worst enemy of simply anyone on earth!”</div>
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“That's kinda what we're already
saying!” his mother answered. “They're that bad! Simply no one
can like them! No one but they, themselves!”</div>
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Adam looked content. His seven-year-old
sister Alicia asked: “Are they still very hostile even against
authorities, such as the police and hospitals and such?!”</div>
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“Yeah! I think they are,” Vera
answered thoughtfully.</div>
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“Then how can they be even part of
the society they live in?” Alicia asked.</div>
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“They're officially part of it! But
hardly anyone enters their territory!”</div>
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“Oh! Like that!” their forth child,
five-year-old Patrick responded.</div>
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Carl looked thoughtful. “Are you sure
they aren't nowadays at least part of society in the sense that they
want doctors or nurses around when they get injured or ill?!”</div>
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“I'm fairly sure!” his wife
answered. “But they are part of society in the sense that they feel
part of it and tend pride themselves as if much better citizens of it
than their neighbors!”</div>
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“Oh in that case,”Alicia asked,
“why aren't their neighbors stating that they aren't, so that they
can't feel right about thinking so?!”</div>
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“It's because they won't listen to
anyone but themselves about it!” Vera said. “Except to the extent
there's some real big power behind what is said! Something like the
law enforcement officers that had them feel that they had to respect
the society they live in! But then, it seems, those law enforcement
people had it in them to tempt them into thinking about how being
part of the country could benefit them; they wouldn't have given up
otherwise!”</div>
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</div>
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“It seems,” Carl stated, “ that
those people of the tribe that seems so hostile, aren't cool enough
to pretend as if nothing about their pride! They seem to be the ones
that all the neighbors despise, though they might on the surface show
them some respect! It seems also that they don't know what they're
doing, because they have all those other tribes against them, and
what would happen if there really was a war on? Well wouldn't it be
that exactly they, who are so proud part of the country would be the
ones to be fighting it more than the others!?”</div>
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Vera thought about it. “I think they
would want to be the fighters who could be at war with anyone who
threatened their community, but that it wouldn't be exactly easy for
the authorities to convince them that exactly they were threatened!
Because otherwise they would surely prefer to have it the war should
have to be everybody else's problem!”</div>
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“Oh! That's it!” and “I see!”
the rest of the family said.</div>
Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-315265785973038932017-08-07T16:52:00.000+02:002018-07-22T09:17:51.845+02:00How Can We Trust Them!?<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“They don't do that kinda stuff!”
Mary said with some tension in her voice.</div>
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“How do you know?!” Edgar asked.</div>
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<br /></div>
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“Because they're good people, that's
why!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“Yeah, I know! But they are it in a
sense that permits wrongdoings if only there are ways to feel good
about oneself just the same!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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She looked chocked. “Really!?”</div>
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<br /></div>
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He nodded. “Yeah, really!”</div>
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She looked thoughtful. “Are you
saying they actually could have us believe they really wouldn't hurt
anyone, but really only look and seem innocent in a way that appeals
to our common sense of morality?!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“Yeah! That's what I say! But don't
tell everyone that I've told you so! They can be very dangerous at
times. ....”</div>
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<br /></div>
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Mary looked thoughtful and a bit
annoyed. “I don't believe I would be into seeing them if I knew
this for certain about them!” she proclaimed. “Moreover, I
wouldn't let them get away with it!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“How the heck do you think you would
be able to nail them?! It's they who wold be innocent enough for
people who didn't know yet - and those - fairly few - who
manage to figure it out, they don't dare to take part in what could
be called for example blackmail of a very reputable family!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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Annoyed again, Mary hissed a little
before saying: “It's not hey who should be getting away with it and
that's final!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“I can't help it, it's not even I who
really can help that they are reputable as long as their surfaces
seem to be totally moral.”</div>
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“If this is really true about them,
then how can we be sure there is a point to believe even at all in
common sense about whom to trust?”</div>
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<br /></div>
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He looked thoughtful and a bit
troubled. “I'm not quite sure about it. I suppose, though, that we
can't always trust our senses, but only sometimes. Simply like that!
How about it?”</div>
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<br /></div>
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Mary seemed sort of relieved after
hearing this. But she still seemed to hate that those people got away
with it. “Is there any way there can be safety against that one is
fooled by them?”</div>
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“Only sort of, I think. One can only
double-check their statements and insinuations. Probably that's all
one can do.”</div>
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“Holy canoli! Then how can we go on
with this kind of naive judgement? I mean wouldn't it make us all
perish or something?”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“We all have to survive that it's all
in them to be able to take like that. It's we who must survive, not
they who should be able to kill us all.”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“I know! But how come we don't all
perish since this by all reason must have been a weakness in our
judgements since ages - or mustn't it?”</div>
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He thought about it. “I guess,” he
said after a while, “that is so because one can survive them! It's
only that one must see to it that one doesn't get in their way.”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“Are you sure that's enough? ... How
come then, doesn't it happen that more more people do that? And if
that does happen then how can we survive one another?”</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He looked thoughtful again. “yeah, I
feel sure that it's enough. But I think it's because their souls
still do perish for it! That way God can see to it that at least we
can learn from our mistakes.”</div>
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<br /></div>
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She looked surprised. “But how come
there's no one who has learned by now that we do have to get at such
people somehow?”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“I guess it's just because they
aren't so easy to get at without them having excuses to get at those
who are more innocent than they.”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“There's no one who can say there
isn't a way to get at them without there being any way to say to
oneself that one really has to hanker on without having it they're
mean enough to actually get at!”</div>
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<br /></div>
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“That's exactly what I mean.”
</div>
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“Great. Then we can agree about
that.” Edgar replied. But the looked thoughtful and added: “In a
sense, Mary, it's worse of you can be with a female counterpart who
is doing that, than with a male one. Because a male one tends to give
himself away by being too decisive, while a female one tends to seem
to be innocent just by being the one not to have the power to
emphasize her ability to manipulate as important. ... I'm not sure if
that's exactly it, but it seems to be something like that.”</div>
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<br /></div>
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Mary looked kind of nonplussed. She
thought about it for a while, then said: “I canot feel sure that I do
not manipulate that way. But I can feel sure that I could have said
to myself that I wouldn't have to be in power just in order to get
things straight. ... About her, I guess that if she, whoever that is, feels that things
straight is to be about a lie as were it the truth, then she cold
perhaps lie even better than you guys, since she is not the one to
really be intense about wanting to lie. Right?”</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Edgar looked at her. “Yeah. Right!”
he said after a while.</div>
Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-25505745731177771192017-08-01T12:36:00.001+02:002018-07-22T09:26:17.113+02:00Why Don't They Tell Us?!<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Why shouldn't she be it
interested?” Charlie asked his brother Ben. “She has seemingly
made an invite for somebody - presumably a boy, I think - to help
her enjoy herself!”</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Ben looked at Charlie and said: “It's
not she who is that kind of girl, who would just readily enjoy having
to enjoy herself, at least not if it's in that sense!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Oh really!? Why?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Because, Charlie, she's one of those
girls who don't feel up to committing themselves - herself to
extravagance about lust and seeing herself as a lustful treat for
males' attention!”</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Why, then, doesn't she say that to
for example Conrad or Jay?! I mean she could tell them, in that
case!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Are you sure? What do you mean she
should she say to them?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“That she isn't that kind of girl!
... Presumably, something like that she doesn't like their type of
interest in girls - who seem to be fancying themselves as smart
just as long as they're attracting men!”
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Because Conrad and Jay aren't
seemingly too smart at pretending they're hers to be had! But if you
make yourself available for it, that's when she's likely to feel
awkward about it!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Then how come she doesn't pretend as
if something about it when she doesn't fancy herself as a cute girl
woman to be had?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I guess she doesn't dare to show
them that she never would be ready for such an adventure. She seems
to me to be into faking that she is just like one of the extravagant
girls!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“How then, can it be that she
doesn't, at least sometimes, reveal herself - enough for me, for
example, to see it!?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Do you mean how come it's almost
never obvious about her that she's not a horny slut?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I meant
that!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“It's because girls don't show so
much when they are, in any other sense that they show an act about it
- an act that very many not too horny girls can imitate!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Oh!” Charlie exclaimed. “But
then aren't they ever available for simply small talk about it?! I
mean I was into small talk with her when I spoke about her perhaps
being interested!”</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Ben sighed. “I think it's because
they don't understand it when small talk could be beneficial against
that they would need to be horny in order to fit in!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
His brother looked puzzled. “You mean
they're all too dumb for that!?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He sighed again. “No, not exactly!
But I think there's something like that there's an intimidation from
some people against having that kind of expectation!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“Who?! And why would they do that?!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I don't know! As it seems they all
feel humility is that they don't have to see themselves to be ready
for small talk! At least not with a guy! At least not to the extent
he doesn't have the status of an especially attractive man!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Charlie tried to giggle. “Meaning not
me, I suppose?”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“In the sense that there's no obvious
reason to define you as such, yes, definitely!”</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
"But then there just isn't quite any justice to them, those females!" </div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
"I'm not sure if that's the way I'd put it!"</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
"What do you mean by that?!"</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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"I mean that they don't seem fair when they do try to be just about it! Therefore they don't have any choice but to try to be unfair about it!"</div>
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"Really?!"</div>
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"Then what?!" his brother asked.</div>
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"Then I don't know what to make of it! But I can be certain it's not into them I would be if I thought about them as totally unfair all the time!" </div>
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After a while Ben rose and said: "I think I've gotta go and see to it that Rosie can't seem to be a girl whom I don't seem to care about that she has seemed to be fair, somehow, even in that sense!"</div>
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"Oh! That seems fair enough" and they ended the conversation.</div>
Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-58004958102062670492017-07-30T19:36:00.000+02:002017-08-18T18:33:23.107+02:00Problems at the Children's Recreation FacilityThis story is in Swedish, and can therefore be found <a href="http://frevelmthestorybook.blogspot.com/p/varfor-skulle-de-va-sahemskt-precis-de.html">here</a>.Fredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00889812588797518309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032704690326811637.post-3110842715895302592017-07-30T13:43:00.002+02:002017-07-30T13:43:47.059+02:00The Travesty of the Look-Alikes<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
“I don't have any presentation
capacity for saying it to the public, though!” fifteen-year-old
August told his parents.</div>
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They looked at him. “That's
horrible!” his mother said.</div>
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His father nodded seemed to be intent
on winning over those charlatans. “Why do they pretend it's you
when they could actually have their own career seem brilliant with
such ludicrousness?” he asked, looking relatively reassured about
his son's - and the whole family's - reputation. His mom also
looked fairly reassured about it.</div>
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“I suppose it's because they don't
want to be public enough to to be vulnerable against others who might
pull such a trick!”</div>
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His five-year-old sister looked at him.
“Why is it they aren't vulnerable just because they have no careers
to be bragging about?!”</div>
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August sighed. “It's because they
can't easily seem, then, to have been cheating their way to such an
advantage!” he answered.</div>
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She looked thoughtful. “Oh God!”
she said.</div>
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“Why,” his mother asked, “do they
find in themselves to be great at smartly, or so-to-speak, claiming
other people's business to be their own, and how come they doesn't it
show how there's fakery to that?!”</div>
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“Ned said that it's because no one
wants to challenge those who have an authority over our intuitions
about who is fair and who isn't!”</div>
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His father looked curious. “Isn't
there any way to make them feel at home with just simply feeling that
they can have it in Christ that one shouldn't ever give into such
manipulations?!”</div>
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August sighed again. “It seems to be
because they feel that Christ isn't superior as long as he has it
there's nothing wrong making it seem ridiculous not to believe in
intuition about control that seems superb enough to be comparable
with his own!”</div>
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“Doesn't it seem that Christ should
be the one not to ever grant such evil travesty a chance to seem
moral?!”</div>
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“That's sort of so! But to them there
seems to be justice in saying that Christ cares for us for reasons
that are not very moral!”</div>
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His mother looked surprised. “But
then shouldn't He be relevant for them as clearly better than that?!”</div>
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“No! It seems that they, as they seem
able to pretend that their look-alike is me, can convince people into
believing that their intuition clearly must be as smart as the ones
they find themselves to have with Lord Jesus Christ!</div>
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“Moreover,” he continued, “there's
no judgement in Christ to compare, it seems, with those that a
look-alike can cause there to be against the target of his or her
ridicule!”</div>
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“Then they're being so satanic that
we clearly should banish them! Or isn't there enough strength in even
the church to beat those bastards!?”</div>
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“We cannot seem intent on having
Christ seem like our resurrection as long as we can be seen as acting
so superb that the people those bastards deal with can be inclined to
believe we don't really care for actual faith more than about our
careers and stuff!”</div>
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The little sister looked up. “Then
how come we don't have our careers seem stupid enough for them to not
have to worry about in that sense?!”</div>
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The two parents looked at her. Her
mother said: “We have in our careers the notion of ourselves as
really caring to be thorough! If we give that up, then it wouldn't be
very easy to be thorough about seeming to be thorough enough!
Wouldn't there, do you think, be a lack of friends among those that
could be worthwhile for those who really care about the virtues of
clarity what mistakes can be and thus on what God has it we should
all be conscientious about?”</div>
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Their five-year-old thought for a
while. Then she said: “I think they wouldn't be friends to begin
with, but later, once they found out that we are careful enough with
virtues, then they will be our friends for real, more for real than
they would be otherwise!” With that she managed to convince her
parents and brother to believe they should be into not seeming very
admirable for those people who could be manipulated into disbelieving
in them and Christ!</div>
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