The Secret Society ...

In eastern Gall, fairly close to where Goth country started, some tribal leaders met about that there was a problem with the Romans authority. Chiefs, and druids, from five different different local tribes were there to discuss the issue. Worst of all, many of them thought, was when the Romans could manage to get loyalty from some of the other Gall people.

“Because,” as one of the druids was saying, “ uniformity against them is what we need - or, that is, should want to have. But since we can't manage to keep all of our people disloyal to them, we'll have to support that thought of them as superior, but only in a way that doesn't provide them with certainties about us - apart from on the surface! I thereby propose that our tribes' system of telepathy against traitors be used against them!

“It's built upon,” he continued, “the concern that they might have - those traitors! - for their own relationship with the spirits and gods that guide us - and also them, if we don't do something about it! - to greater happiness and successful aspirations. What there is for us to do is to let them, the traitors, seem to have our spirits and gods with them. There is in our tribe's spiritualism a well organized telepathy for doing that!

“I propose further that we therefore, to the extent we can, use these measures that are our weapons of guidance for the spirits and against traitors! But we don't want to deal with that as the only trick we should have! Indeed I've come to the conclusion that - together with your,” he indicated another tribe, “pretensions to make some of your members seem like someone else, there can at best be an eternally invisible hinder against that we are conquered! Because thereby we can lead our people to be with the Romans on the surface, but not in reality!”

A druid from the tribe that he had indicated said: “We have also thought about trying to combine the two systems! We have already used some of it for fooling some Goth peoples!”

The chief from the tribe of the druid who spoke before looked disturbed. “What do you know, already, about how to combine our two forms of magic?”

“Enough for us to humiliate that they, the Goth, feel that their gods are as good as ours!”

Now both the chief and the druids from the other tribe looked troubled. After a while one of the druids saw that he could show that the other tribe were still inferior about that cunning, although they had seemingly been able to spy on something about it. “We shall check on that ourselves, sooner or later! But for now, do tell us the side of it that is how much our system has helped you against them!?”

The druid he spoke to looked at him. “The advantages we have had do not match the advantages they seem to have! But still we have enough to lure them into our traps once in a while, when we need to!”

A chief from one the other tribes broke in and said: “WE also have competence to use other strategies than - such as even both of yours! Even so, I would in no way be able to view myself as superior in either one of them! Thereby I think it's best for us to start cooperating and not get into jealousy of some kind! But, I assure you, that if there isn't any possibility for you, who just spoke about your telepathic system for defense of our Gallic gods and spiritual competences, to see to it that all the others do find you superb, to still be superb, then we can't see it in you to have the authority we need for you to be trusted by us!”

The druid from that tribe looked at each other. “Oh! It's not true that we cannot crush either one of you in the spiritual sense that we are talking about!” one of them said. Another one of them stood up and focused in telepathy on the gods while another one, still sitting, focused on spirits. After a while they, and the two other druids there from the same tribe, had a fairly good control over the representatives there from other tribes. The one who had been focusing on spirits then also rose.

In a gesture of belief in the tribal units and a system of cooperation between them, he shook the beliefs of most of the other tribe's representatives, both druids and chiefs. It took a while until they realized, but then they also started saying that “Yes.” indeed they felt that their authority was at issue as a real protection to be having!

In that, the chief and the druids of the tribe of the just-shown telepathy competence started to organize that cooperation. Their telepathy eventually ruined roman influence enough for there to be reason to look for other targets of the combined efforts than those it was initially intended for. It had by then also developed into a highly secretive sect-like cult for infiltrating and infiltrating potential enemies that might be from different cultures and of different languages than those gathered for that first meeting knew about. Now many of those involved felt like testing their competences on even more foreign cultures and contexts, while others felt more like simulating those already known, but no longer caring about that there could be a loyalty to one's own culture and so. ... In both cases they had to much extent given up care for actually targeting their enemies.

So, eventually, as the combined systems of telepathy had merged into one, they became a dangerous underground look-alike sect, which portrayed many people as mediocre in morals and/or adoption to circumstances of regards for others.

The Fairly Unusual Cruelty of a Custumer of Black-Market Sex

I have moved this story to the adult-story section.

Cold Calculation for Defending One's Ideals Sometimes Can Cause Severe Misfortune ...

There had been few costumers lately in Harry Esner's shop. He thereby felt that he probably needed to change its selection of goods. He was almost sure about this, because neither of his last two advertisement campaigns had been quite successful. Even the first one only kept costumers coming and buying stuff at a fairly steady rate compared to before it. The second one only made the downward slope of his sales curve less steep.

He had, the week before, asked his wife and daughter for advise about what to sell. His wife had answered that she thought a retail shop should offer furniture furniture for the home, rather than just for the car. His daughter said that she figured it'd be appropriate to sell some handicrafts on top of the souvenirs that costumers perhaps sensed were mass produced.

He himself had thought of beginning to sell some basic medicines, such as cough drops perhaps pain relievers. Today he was pondering upon to which extent he could update his contacts and reorganize his business for the sake of dealing with suitable manufacturers and for retailing those new types of goods - or at least some of them. He already also started making some contacts, two of them so far, one with a furniture producer and one with manufacturer of upholstery.

Today, also, he had asked his wife to take a day off in order to join him in the store and help him plan the change. She was only working half-time and was thereby a bit disposable for the people at her work place. Right now the two of them were discussing if he was actually making the right sort of change, after all. “Deal with that I don't know your business very well, Harry!” his wife was saying. “I only felt that since lots new people really are moving in a few miles from here, perhaps they can appreciate a retail store were suitable and charming furniture can be found. But I don't know to which extent it is worth it for you and I didn't think about all the space it would take to have it there!”

He sighed. “I know honey. But still, the way I view it, there simply must be at least a small point to thinking that they might - at least - want things such furniture that connects them with our local traditions and so.”

“Even so I'm beginning to feel much less sure about it now that I'm here!”

He looked at her. “Probably we can make an add in a magazine and/or put up posters fairly close to the new dwellings! It's not unlikely they'll come here just to check! But then I better have at least something in store, and also some readiness to sell them other, perhaps more personally customized items. ... I suppose you think about why I asked you here as a notion of that you should be acquainted with all that I'm doing for it. But what I want from you is mostly that you feel that I don't go behind your back. Please understand this, though, Elsa; I don't keep you from work without that meaning a whole lot for me. Please understand me; I can't go behind your back without you becoming cross with me, or at least I cannot be expecting you not to be at least a little sore about it, if I make changes you don't want!”

She looked stubborn. “The reason I didn't want to come here was mostly that I didn't want you to make insinuations about my attitudes towards you!”

“But, honey, the people at your work place might come here too, and to the extent we can fix it in a way that they like, don't you suppose they might even appreciate that you took a day off?!”

She sighed. “Okay, hun, then I'll see to it that they actually do come here and check some day!”

“It's also good if even Mona comes here and checks! Even though she's unemployed, and a bit wild at times, I'm sure her opinion can help me out, just as it did yesterday! You know, I rely on my family, mostly you, but also Elsa, for feeling good about what I'm doing in life!”

“So how come you didn't ask her to come, then?!”

“I did, but I wanted you to come here first!”

His wife said nothing. She just looked at him with an air of concern.

“So,” he continued. “I feel feel like deciding with you at least something about how to rearrange the order in the shop! After that, I feel that I preferably shall invite our daughter here as well. Are you okay with that?”

She smiled. “Harry! Yes, I think I'm okay with it! First of all then, I think the furniture should be in the back of the shop, since it's big enough to be more visible from there than other stuff here is!”

“I agree, preliminarily, honey!”

“Okay, then I feel we could perhaps mover these four shelves to that one can see them from the store window! I should prefer that we buy something at least of mahogany, I think, because, I think, mahogany can catch one's eye as something that adds that touch of rustic charm - or something, to one's environment!”

He sighed. “Mahogany is probably a bit too risky for this shop! I'm afraid there might be burglaries if we really have that kind of stuff on display!”

“Oh, Harry! It would be really a pity to stay that cheap! But, by the way, why can't we invest in a better burglar alarm, and one or more cameras, perhaps to go with it!”

“Hmh, yeah. And, of course, I might be wrong about the prices of mahogany; I haven't been checking them!”

“I think there might be more than one type of that kind of wood! Why don't you check it with that furniture company, and perhaps one or two other ones!?”

“Yeah, I suppose we might say to some costumers that they can order the stuff in better mahogany than what we dare have in the store ... that they can order for example that. Perhaps others of them want to order it in ebony instead!”

“I agree,” she said.

“Good. Now notice, honey that all while we've been here, nobody has entered the shop!”

“Now I get it! That's the real reason you wanted me to be here on a work day! Just so I an see how few people you attract! Then how come I should say to the people at my office that they have something good to expect!”

“Because you and I are gonna make it good enough for them!”

That weekend the two of them, and also their daughter, went to the store, and began making room for some furniture Harry had ordered. They also moved the shelves the way Elsa had suggested the other day. Harry was concerned about how Elsa seemed dissatisfied just the same. He looked at her and asked: “Are you sure, Elsa, that there's no way for us to show the furniture from the window without it seeming like they are more at display than they aught to be?”

“Today I'm sure that we can't seem to be small about the change we're making! But on the other hand, it seems to be appropriate to care about developing one's shop!”

“Yeah!” Mona said. “I think they'll appreciate that!”

When they were finished, they sat down and had some tea.

“Thanks for the help!” Harry said.

Else looked at him. “You're welcome!” she said after a while.

Now Mona looked up. “How about we add some denim T-shirts and stuff?!”

“What about those handicrafts you spoke about?” her dad asked her.

She thought about it. “How about both that and that I, of all people, stand here and sell both T-shirts and handicraft stuff!”

“I have thought about it,” her father answered. “But I feel rather insecure about you! Really, honey, can I really trust you not to deal with the business as though it was loan bank or so?”

“If you can't trust me on that, how can I ever become what you meant me to be?!”

“I want to,” he answered, “but I really can't trust you on all of that!”

“That's right honey. Your father and I don't appreciate the way you've 'loaned' money from our wallets almost as soon as we either slept or took a bath or something! It's not easy, really, to trust you at all after that!”

Her father looked a bit thoughtful. Then he said: “Perhaps, if we are very careful, we can after all let her assist in the shop, but not have any keys to either it nor to the cash register. ... And, moreover, I think we need even better alarm and locks if we should have you around here!”

“Mmh,” she said. “Suppose I can take it that way.”

So they tried this concept.

A few weeks later, new costumers started pouring into the shop, buying T-shirts, and some of them even buying furniture. “I appreciate,” Elsa said to her husband “that you now can get the business running, but what if we hadn't agreed to let her work for us? Do you think they would have been even close to as many then?”

“No, I don't suppose they would be! Rather I feel that she's been working like a magnet for them!”

With that the family had solved two big problems at ones. The daughter was now a working girl and the business was going well. But two years later, Mona did help three fellows she had recently made friends with steal two rather expensive pieces of mahogany furniture, a table and a book shelf. Staying with those dudes, she didn't think, even, about going back to work the next day. Instead she was smocking weed, drinking some beer and enjoying herself with them.

Her father who had seen them make themselves acquainted with her, guessed that it might be they who stole the furniture, and who lured her into the trap of being infatuated by their clever and mischievous attitudes. But it took police two weeks to find the guys, and her, who was still with them, and meanwhile the sales had been going down a bit. Even so, the couple decided that not to let her work for them again. “I might even close the business, to the extent I can't do it without any criminal employee!” her father said, in front of his daughter, to a bail officer, and added. “So it's better that she's kept away from the shop and perhaps kept in custody for a long time!”

“I don't feel that my parents have been caring about me ever!” Mona answered, although no one had addressed her. “Instead, I feel they didn't care about me even when I was a nine-year-old!” she added, and continued: “And if they hadn't exploited me as an employee, I wouldn't even have to ask them for the bail money!”

Her parents both looked away from her. “I'm sorry,” her mother said to the bail officer, “I really have to agree with my husband! She should stay in jail, and even in prison upon that!”

Two weeks later, Mona was sent to a correctional facility for adults who fancied criminal behavior, but only had weak tendencies themselves for it. It was fairly far from the town where she came from and where her father had that shop she'd been working in. While enrolled there she committed suicide. Her parents heard about this and were regretful for it. But that didn't bring her back. ... Nor did it actually turn her fathers business, which now hardly was making any profits! Devastated, her father eventually also committed suicide. And somewhat, so did her mother too.

Feelings of that a Female Need to Be Inferior

“There's no priority for them unless they can't understand what's going on in our business!” Simon said to his partner George, about the three girls who were undressing right in front of them.

“Cool!” George answered. “But how can we be sure about that?! I mean we need to be just about totally sure about it!”

Simon sighed when he answered. “We do need to be careful with them, because they are comprehending a little about us. ... What I mean is that they cannot deal with exactly how we prioritize our own asses without for that sake having to give up on that mediocrity that has them seem inferior so that they can escape those who want to compete against the strong!”

“You mean they all prioritize mediocrity?!” he looked at the three strippers before them. They were too far away to actually hear much of what they were saying to each other, but yet close enough to perhaps get an idea about what they're up to in their conversation.

“George, it's bad for them to seem real about cunning that is of the business that we deal with!” He pointed at one of them. “Look at how she bends over so that her ass seems prioritized before any dealing with priority for cunningly being into care for power or so! It prioritizes that we appreciate her! It also prioritizes her ass before that she should be seen as another kind of attention on her! I mean if one us - or someone else, for that matter - should want to target someone for the purposes of manipulating himself to a position of real power!”

“But,” George answered and giggled, “I feel they tempt me, sort of, to start manipulating them for the sake of feeling exactly like a man to be into real good power!”

“I know, but that temptations makes you - doesn't it?! - exactly feel like pretending it's they that real power is about, which it is to only a little extent - and that extent is hardly about the 'real' part of it!”

They watched two of the three strippers start to caress one another. “How about that?” George burst out. “I suppose they're hiding that they could be the target of attention with that as well; right?”

Simon looked at him. “I don't know if it's that in itself that is important for it! But either way it's that they are sexy that makes us uninclined to easily view them as our enemies!”

“But what if they run into someone who is the kind of beast that likes tormenting those who aren't into much power?!”

“I suppose they can have power with their sex appeal - that is at least sort of!”

“Sort of?! ... Ehm, yeah I agree. ... I suppose you mean, then, that they'd be a target only for the sexual predators that prey on both sex objectification and lack of power in women?!”

“Hmh. Yeah, I guess that's what I mean.”

The third stripper had now joined the other two, and their fondling of each other had one of the two first for it into what seemed to be an intense orgasm. George looked at it and felt his penis rise. Smilingly he said: “I guess they're all into the power of making us feel supreme! So, I guess, they can feel that we are supreme in a sense that makes us keen on having it they're worthwhile for us for being powerful!”

“Haha! That's just about it!”

What a Whore Can Teach Her Daugheter

“I think it's totally fabulous it'd be, to totally be into an all male orgy about that!” Elizabeth said to her mother, who giggled, and answered:

“I think the all-male orgy - except for you, is it? - could be quite a disaster for that smartness you want for saying that they're all trying to pretend they're worth almost any girl!”

Lisa looked stubborn. “Mom, what do you mean, then, that I should be into participating in that all-male stuff that isn't about sex?!”

Her mother giggled again. “It's not worth it to be into a male who wants sex for the purpose of just having it! Because they don't fancy their own instincts as anything lower than what there is to be seen about the fancy you have for their composure. It's not they who should think that you're the one to fancy them, more than the other way around!”

“Then how come I can't even go to a party where they can't resist a woman?!”

Her mother sighed. “I don't believe they would let you be there without exploiting your interests!”

“What's your point then, ma, about for example that party you went to last year, where they paid you to be there?!”

“I don't say I was there for the sake of finding men attractive! In fact I don't find them any more attractive than I find women! It's not I who would be well-paid if I fancied them more than they us!”

“Then how come they want to pretend they are all horny enough to suppose their dicks should be into your ass or something?”

“It's because they don't find themselves to be as ridiculous as they are for it! ... That's why honey! So, actually honey, you need to let me find you a partner for learning how to be smart at leading them on!”

“I find myself to be about finding males attractive in the first place! Can't we skip that lesson and just continue with trying to get at the real resources of our community?!”

She looked at her. “Do you really believe that you can get at those resources without making the men all fancy you?!”

“Yeah, mom, I do! Why shouldn't I?”

“you shouldn't believe you're actually smart enough for a career of that ordinary kind! It's no us! It's not I, nor you, who can manage that!”

Lisa thought about it. “I guess it's not very easy, mom. But I still don't fancy trying to become a whore, and that only, mom! I really don't want it!”

Her mother looked a bit stunned. “I guess I will have to teach you about how I fancy myself for the sake of saying to myself that ... ehm, something like that they all need to know what they need about me!”

“Then should we go to that type of feast where there are only women? I guess I might be able to fancy it good enough for learning that stuff!”

“Yeah! I guess we could do that! But you now what?! It's not they who will try to show you how they manipulate newcomers! I think they'll try, also, to pretend they're all about finding themselves, and thereby you too, 'good' enough for being into a lesbian atmosphere, and then have you seem ridiculous before men, anyway!”

Lisa thought about this for a while. “Then, ma, how come I can't go to a place where they all are into simply being there for the men!?”

“That's because they all want to pretend they're already good enough for them! They're not going to find themselves comfortable with that a youngster tries, perhaps, to steal their potential catches!”

“Oh Christ, then, ma! How come, then, they don't seem to be stuck up!? It's not everyone, is it, who would tend to leave them alone with that attitude!? ... Right, ma?”

“All they need is to feel that they aren't good enough for those who are stuck up to be the same!”

“Oh! So it's enough not to be good enough!?”

“Yeah, kind of!”

“Then what the fuck! I'll be a case of well-fare or something, and then I'm not good enough - and that's all I need!”

“Lisa! Don't pretend it's not I who fixed that stuff about how to survive without them scorning us!”

“How do you mean?”

“Lisa, without that I fixed that we don't seem poorer than the rest, we would be harassed by them, that's what!”

Lisa looked at her and shook her head. “No, ma, it's not they can't harass me! It's they, and not us, who can pretend we aren't real - or that our problems aren't! At least that guy down the block, Alan or something, he pretends about us that we're not anything but a nuisance for those who appreciate good things in life! And you know what? Even Sonya and her friends also do that a little! Actually, they all do that, only they don't all call me names or so.”

“It's not that bad with it to the extent we can have the sex appeal we need for the respect we should have!”

“Really?! And then how do you want me to learn that?!”

“To begin with, you could change your posture so that those beginning tits of yours show better! Then you can also expose them as virtue, honey, for those who fancy them! That's a beginning, and from that you need some practice!”

A Restaurant Flirt

She stood there watching him. Instead of scorning him, as most females did, she saw to it that he felt assured about his masculinity and potentially powerfully clear about what she needed. This he recognized as a fake, but he scorned this notion within himself.

Looking back at her he tried to stand for that he was masculine enough to take advantage of the situation. But he couldn't succeed as long as they seemed obnoxious about his views on himself. That is they, the women he had previously tried to get close to had usually been obnoxiously into scoring his thoughts of himself as a man to even be bargained with. In that sense they thereby rejected him as a man to take; not worth it; neither for a one night stand, nor for anything else of an acquaintance.

Even so, as they looked at each other, he felt reassured that his potential to be worthy of their attention was rising. He watched her make herself comfortable in the chair facing his. Also she took of a thin red scarf she wearing. As she did so, she seemed to insinuate an openness for necking.

“I can see you're being suggestive! Or aren't you?!” he asked rather bluntly.

She stared at him. Feeling embarrassed by this question, she seated herself a bit more upright. “You can tell I'm afraid to tell that I am guessing you from that you seem insinuative yourself!” she answered.

“Oh! Really! ... Wow! ... But how come that's enough for you!? I mean women in general seem to care only for putting me down about things like that!”

Embarrassed again, she looked at him and said: “It's not for me to decide what they're into more than it is for you to decide which way we should continue this conversation!”

“Of course!” he answered. “Why, though, don't you feel that you also have a say in that? ... I mean where this conversation will lead? ... Or isn't that what you meant?!”

She giggled. “I was hoping you'd be kind enough to insinuate back that I am also a girl to be fancied, now that I had fancied you for a while!”

“Oh, I'm sorry! But how should I know - I mean beforehand - that your seeming flirt with me was to be seen as for real?!”

She looked troubled for a while. Then she took a breath and looked past him. Behind his head she observed some people seemingly discussing some issue they found rather interesting. Looking back at him, she asked: “Can't you see how silly you are!”

He looked at her, disturbed by the fact that she was calling him silly for something that the felt wasn't silly in a for-real sense! “How come,” he asked back, “do you feel that I'm being ridiculous about it when it's just asking how I can be sure about you!?”

“Because it's silly to say that to yourself! Look at me! I like you already, even when I first set eyes on you! Even so you do nothing that seems for-real about a response to that!”

“I respond by asking if I can feel secure about that it really means something. ...”

“I mean a good enough response! Not just ...” She sighed as she broke off her sentence.

“I feel I have to respond to the insecurity in your ways because I feel secure only to the extent I don't have the notion that I'm being tricked! ... But I'm sorry this flirt wasn't what I could handle as that kind of a thing!”

Looking a little bit nonplussed, she asked: “How come, then, don't you feel up to feeling that I am trying to get you into the mood for love? Or how come don't you consider that to be a thing to handle as ... secure?!”

“It's all about that I feel that it's about how come you, who insinuate your love like that, aren't about being for real about showing the right things for me to find you trustworthy!”

“I don't find me to be untrustworthy just because I'm insinuative of my feeling for the type of fellow you are! What do you want me to show you?!”

“I guess I want you to show me that it's about not only a sense of love or something, but also about a sense of care for one's fellow beings! It's not as easy as they seem to think, those other fellows, to trust you just because you're insinuating something about feelings for me!”

“Why not?!”

“It's because feelings aren't trustworthy when it only comes to that! ... For instance, how can I now you're not someone who deals with like commies or nazis as if they were simply okay to be with?!”

“Oh, I feel that they aren't necessarily simply okay to be with! Rather, I prefer to be with those who accredit a situation to be a commodity for reasonable people to be trusting.”

He looked down on the floor for a while, after which he said: “Then I can't trust you not to be a friend of either of those two - for example, even!”

Baffled by this she asked: “Do yo feel I'm a communist - or even a nazi - just because I'm insinuating I'm having fun rather than being clever at overexposing that those guys are evil?!”

Looking at her he said: “I'm not into pretending they are totally evil all the time! I'm just into having it they shouldn't be trusted - not even to begin with! Thereby, I don't want to continue this conversation, although I find you attractive, and would have liked to get laid! ... But even so, I'm afraid of aids and how can I tell if those others you might have are contiguous!?”

“I'm sorry! But if I weren't contiguous, would you and I get into a relationship right now, do you think?!”

“Yeah, I guess I could. But then on second thought, perhaps I wouldn't even have the notion of tha tyou fancied me at all, then! Because they all seem to insinuate that I am laughable! Now I can find that the only reason you don't is that you find yourself to be as laughable as I am!”

Come, Learn to Ignore Them!

“Lesbianism seems precarious!” Yvonne burst out. “It's like pretending we're already there when there isn't any responsibility to care for!”

Cute, as usual, she stared at her friends, who had recently told her not to ever think of her sexuality as adequate for boys other than those inclined for reasoning only in line with letting wishfulness be the mercy of the soul or something! Now, only a moment ago, two of them had thereupon insinuated that their own bodily fluids were the essence of alternatives to bluntness and other so-to-speak male attitudes - which she had found very disgusting!

One of the two thereby asked her if she wanted to find herself a way to feel better than before about that type of stuff. She looked at her intensely and then she added: “ I don't find you silly, the way he did! Come here and give us a hug.” She smiled smugly and raised her arms for a hug.

Two of the others also smiled, one of them smugly, the other one without concern, as it seemed, for being smug enough not to spur the feeling of disgust in Yvonne, whose forth friend just sat there. “Perhaps,” Yvonne thought for herself, “she, at least, wasn't weird enough to be into this sickening stuff!”

The friend who had spoken to her continued: “We all feel appreciated by each other for it! Come on, you'll feel it too, if you only get the hang of it!” While she was saying that, the girl whose smile hadn't been quite smug enough not to cause disgust, took a step towards Yvonne, and put her hand on her shoulder. “Yvonne, look at me! I feel appreciated now that I've become a lesbian! It's fake that we aren't the best of what there is to being a woman - or girl - in this world! Thereby we can live by women's rule only, and you'll find it not too disgusting once you find it in you not to complain about it!”

“Stay away from me, you! And tell me why you don't want any guys around!?! Because it's when there are no guys around that there is no knowledge, sort of, about what we are when we aren't in charge! Do you get it!? It's not about us! It's about them! While you're ignoring them, they become sly and dangerous, probably!”

“Then how come there isn't any sort of slyness for us when they are together about their sex and stuff!?”

“I do think there is!” Yvonne burst out. “For instance, didn't we all choose to find them attractive for a while, those two, Ben and his boyfriend, in a way that sort pointed them out as smarter than they are?!”

“I can't find that to be an excuse not to find us good enough for your company! Now come and join us! Because we don't find it in ya to have a smartness for what men really are about in the first place! Now come, let's scorn them for the sake of being girls and that only, for the sake of being you, and me for the sake of being me!”

Yvonne looked at her and answered: “We don't all have to be smart already, in order for you to be stupid when you pretend they couldn't pretend stuff about you from being into both sexes for the attitudes they want!”

“For the sake of being into both sexes for that we might seduce the men now and then! I even have a plan for that already!”

“I couldn't find that in you not to fall for exactly that same trick that we had with those two guys that I mentioned!”

“To me, that seems to be a weird stands to take! It's not they, it's we, who can seduce them into thinking that way!”

“Why wouldn't they be into something similar?!”

“Because they can't be smart at seeming silly the way we can!”

“How about that guy, Richard, why wouldn't he be proof that they can!?”

“Oh, ah, Richard!? Okay, Richard, that guy! ... Okay, I'll have to rethink it for a while!”

But while she was thinking, Yvonne got tired of waiting, and left.

“Oh God!” the partner of the one who spoke first said. “Doesn't she get that they can't feel the same about being into real ignorance and then, even so, about rethinking and coming to the right conclusion about their sort of slyness!?”

“No, I don't think she can!” the girl whose smile wasn't smug answered.

“Even so,” the one who hadn't smiled right then responded, “she seems to feel we're all inadequate for her feelings about that kind of stuff! Seems she doesn't wanna be with us for her sex!”

“Therefore she aught to be ignored from now on!”