A Big Deal for the Pimping Industry!

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Care for the Winner

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The Troubled Marriage

Andy and his wife Christine are being visited by their daughter Jane and her Norwegian husband, Magnus, who is there on business. Their daughter Jane has said that she needed to come home to England with him, since she otherwise can't trust him, she had said, not to be cheating on her, although she wasn't sure. But thereby, she also arranged for him to be able to stay at her their - her parents' place.

While Jane, and their three-year-old son was out walking her parents two dogs, Magnus sits with his parents-in-law in their living room. Soon after she has left, he says to them: “I don't find there to be any reason for her to believe I'm cheating! Although she cried at the dinner table yesterday, it's not because I really have been into cheating! I really don't know how come she's into imagining it!”

“Magnus,” Jane says, “I don't quite trust you about this, ... although I always have found her to be really into imagining such things about both me and my husband. By the way, couldn't you for that sake tell us about a few things she's said about us over the years.

Her son-in-law looks thoughtful for a little while. Then he responds: “I guess I can tell you about how she could be into pretending that you two wouldn't be paying her any money for her responsibilities at home when she was a child. ...”

“Oh,” Mary said thoughtfully, “that we don't consider to be any bigger deal than that we have had it in her to pretend we were parents who didn't love her enough - which we both did!”

There was a short pause, after which Andy added: “That stuff about not paying money for what she does is very often better for a child, we think! I - and I think that goes for my wife too - had that kind of an upbringing, and I thought that it would do good for her just as it has for us!”

His wife adds: “We know that she has to learn to handle her responsibilities without payment at times in later life. ”

“Oh, my parents always paid me for doing the things I should!”

Andy then clears his throat and burst out: “Oh, really! Do all parents do that in Norway?”

Magnus chuckles a little. and then adds: “I can't tell you for a certainty. I really don't know about much more than about me and my relatives. ... and, well, yes, probably just about all relatives of mine did receive something for being helpful when they were.”

Andy thinks for a while and then says: “As a matter of fact, I seem to recall I have at least a few relatives who did it that way. But I for one don't think it be a fairly even important thing for a child to have!”

Mary seemed to agree with him.

“Well,” Magnus says at last, “I think I can say that she has been into pretending you both are pretending that she is pretending about her childhood that she was maltreated in that you had pretended that she didn't deserve any rewards for what she did!”

Andy sighs. “Well how can we be sure about all this pretension though, sonny?!”

“I can say that she's been into pretending that I too have been into pretending that she's pretending that I'm cheating.”

Mary chuckles at this. “I don't find there to be any pretension needed unless you're totally sure about yourself and that you need not be afraid of her being a cheater herself! ... I trust neither you nor my daughter about being into never cheating each other!”

“I agree!” Andy says.

Maguus sighs a bit deeply. Then he says: “No, of course! We cannot be totally sure about each other, especially since that honeymoon to that finish ski resort! I don't know how come she thought all the Finnish women would be onto me - or like trying to be my partner in bed or something! But she has somehow faked it, I feel, that they were assholes enough to really want my body, while all they actually wanted was to be polite and see to it that us tourists don't get tired of seeing their place as an OK and pleasant one.”

Both his parents-in-law then asks him about if that was only the women who tried to make him feel comfortable. He answers that he felt no need to tell them about the male kinds of attitudes around there. “But I will anyway, then, I guess. They're into being ... you could say both noisy and boisterous, I think!”

“I see,” Mary answers. “I can tell you've been saying this to our daughter as well. Right, Magnus?”

“Yeah, I have!”

“You should know,” she continues, “that she thinks those statements about males in Finland are subterfuges for pretending the females there aren't very horny!”

Magnus looks very surprised. “I didn't find them horny at all!” he burst out.

Mary sighed. “I think we should have to speak to Jane herself about this! She should be sure about that what she saw in that sauna wasn't about cheating with some foreigners' wives or something! I for one feel confident that they can have been lesbians just pretending to be into stealing her husband - for the sake of hiding their own horniness or something!”

Magnus sighed and responded: “I guess that could be so! But how am I supposed to tell her that?! I mean I as a suspected husband would be expected, I think, to be pretending that stuff to! Wouldn't I!?”

After a while he adds: “Actually, I don't know if they were into even pretending as if nothing for her! I think, now come to think of it, that they were trying to convince her into thinking that i would like her better if she was into their kinds of sex!”

Andy looks at him. “But how come were they into sex in a public place in to begin with?” Then he looks at his wife, indicating that perhaps she should be trying to answer that for him.

Magnus looks at Mary who shrugs. Then he thinks for a while and says: “I guess they must have been since my wife has been insisting! I don't know how come, really!”

While he was saying this, his wife was turning the key to her parents front door, upon which she enters and undresses her outdoor garments. One of the dogs barks a little, and then Jane enters the living room with her son.

Seating herself on the sofa she asks: “So, what have you three been up to now that I've away for a while?”

“Oh, we've been discussing, dear,” her mother answers, “how come you think he's been cheating when it only was that some women in the sauna were into having some lesbian sex and then talking about him. I mean they knew, didn't they, dear, that you were newly married to that Norwegian fellow?”

“Yeah, so what mom?!”

“Since they were four lesbians, they would be more likely to be cheating with a wife than with a husband!

“Since I know they're lesbians I wouldn't be into saying that they were into my husband were it not for his imbecile attitude towards them! It was not they more than he who got me paranoid!”

“So what?” her mother asks.

“So I don't feel he's being into a relationship in the first place. And therefore I do believe he was inclined for actually imagining being in bed with one or more of them. ... I also feel he does it again when similar circumstances come up!

“But actually,” she continues after a short pause, “I feel they didn't seem inclined to take advantage of the situation in any other sense than in order to make me jealous, actually!

“I don't feel they're actually into men, but that is in the first place. On the other hand they seemed inclined to pretend as if something about that he might get into pretending I should be more lesbian too, and that is actually what I've been about when acting jealous!”

“It isn't,” her husband responds, “about men and women that thing! It isn't I who want them to be into cheating with you in the first place, but I can't feel that you don't agree with pretending that I'm into faking that I'm too much about them for the sake of our marriage; meaning that you and I should have had a talk about it immediately, and not wait for five years before doing so!”

“We should have a talk now!” she says. “I say it's better now than never, dear!”

“It is about,” Andy breaks in, “that you and he should have a tendency to pretend as if something about how much both men and women can be seduced by the other sex when having the pretension about oneself that one is about being smart at getting the attention from that other sex! It is also about how you and I,” he looks at his wife, “have been pretending that I'm not jealous about the fagots that were there in the bar in India, when you and I worked there as missionaries!”

Mary smiled solemnly. Then she said: “Oh, I agree with that! I don't feel at all that you shouldn't be treated as the husband I would never be cheating on, except for that you have always been accusing me of doing it!”

“I don't feel, mom, that you and dad don't participate in this process of being far too clever at catching the actual homosexuals of that other gender! It isn't about him or you this thing that we've had in Finland happened to turn out to become a nuisance about him that actually grew worse from when it happened and till we nowadays now and then run into some Norwegian women or girls who are infatuated by the thought of having him in bed.”

Her husband sighs at this. “What do they seem to be into having me for, if at all?”

“I feel they're into having the guts to steal a woman's husband, that's what, dear!”

“Then how come they pretend to be caring about that you and me shall have the best of the best for our family to be happy and functional?!”

“I suppose they're into simply hiding that they want to steal that husband from the wife who is doing all the laundry, the cleaning of the house, not to mention taking care of our son!”

“What's your actual point,” her mother broke in, “in seeming jealous when you're actually a happy couple?! I mean isn't that something that could lead them to find it amusing to tease you about that jealousy of yours!”

“I guess that's true mom! But what he hasn't been admitting is that he brags about my jealousy, and that he thereby can get them interested in testing me about it!”

“Oh,so that's what!?” her mother half shudders half sighs.

“I can't say there's an imbecile in that husband of mine! It's not he who hasn't been into cheating with them! And that is at the very least in a spiritual sense! ... I mean by taunting me and leading them on! I believe they and he also have been into amusing them and thereby him on my expense!”

Her husband looks at her. “In that case how come you and I don't feel we are into a relationship that doesn't end by waving bye bye; that is, you and I have been saying it to each other for the past four years, even, that we should be saying bye-bye to one another!”

“I don't feel that either you nor they are actual about my permission for them to be flirtatious with you! I don't feel that either you nor they are actual even about my permission to be into bed with one another! I don't feel thereby that this marriage is working, nor that it can continue without me having to break it up!”

“In that case, how come you and I don't get into speaking to one or two fo these women you've been getting so upset about!? Because I don't really feel there are any such females around me!”

“It's because you and I don't have a relationship that is really working too well. And besides, our neighbour, whom you were into having me get to know, she has told me that she really had you in bed!”

“I can proclaim that even though you don't know it, I have been cheating on you just because you were into cheating on me that night at the Finnish ski resort! In a sense, I actually believe I should be testing our child, to see who his actual father is! I don't see it in you to have too few immature men around for being the bitch that actually has me care for a family that is with someone else's child in it!”

Jane begins crying at this. After a while she retorts: “I feel that I don't have anything to be cheating on! Because I don't really have a husband! All I have is an actual facade of a happy marriage!”

“Me too!” her husband retorts.

A few weeks later a fraternity test proves the father of Jane's son to be a fellow Magnus knew she had run into at their local library in Norway. He knew because librarian, who he had been screwing had told him so. After one more month, the couple were divorced, and the mentioned fellow had to begin sending alimony checks, including two large ones (one for each parent) for the four and a half years that Magnus was seen as the father.

Young Rita's Lusts and Extravagances

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Peter's Marriage

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The Charm of the Soliciting and the Status of the Charming

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The Succint-Language Cult

Phoebe's Issue

It was Christmas. Phoebe was home from college, where her third semester had been as expected, except for that one thing she had on her mind. As she, now after her mom's last wedding had a very stepfather, who was sort of very harsh and strict about religion, she waited until he was out for a while, before speaking to her mom about it. Her mother's two younger children were at the time also out with the youngest's father.

“It's a semi-Christian and semi-pagan thing,” she told her. “They practice something which is a bit, only, like speaking in tongues, but which is also into sort of being a language on its own! It's almost unchristian, I say, but no they do realize Christ's worthiness in their sentences!”

“Who is it that told you about it?”

“Oh, it's that half-Aborigine girl, Christine,” Phoebe answered.

“Oh,” her mother said. “So it's an Aborigine cunning that it's about?”

”No, it's a Nordic cult,” Phoebe said to her mother, who responded by looking at her with a grin about her own heritage from that part of the world.

“I see,” she mused. “That could mean that we also could become part of that secret cult, then, right?”

“I think we might be able to, if we learn what they are doing with their rune alphabet and stuff!”

“Why is that?”

“It's because that's what they use for that type of reasoning! It's by associating to the rune meaning of a sound that they do it!”

“Oh! But then there are also other ancient alphabets that associate each sounds with one meaning - or at least I think there are. So I'm not too sure that this was totally into something so fantastic.”

“Perhaps, mom, but then again they are into smart stuff about how to make secondary and tertiary associations - and by the way, they were also very much into our own Latin alphabet, and like old Hebrew - or something - interpretations of its sounds.”

Phoebe's mom looked thoughtful. After a while she asked: “How can we be sure their not into anything as hazardous as that other cult, the one with the God-is-sex attitude among its superiors, and the (even more horrible!) semi-satanism among its inferiors?!”

“I can be sure!” Phoebe retorted. “It's not about satanism, it's about pagan worship, but at it's best. They're not satanists, and not very much into being too sexual.”

Her mother giggled a little. “How can you be sure about it?” she insisted.

Phoebe sighed. “Oh mother! I guess I can't be sure if it's in that sense it has to be! But I can be certain that they haven't been into not having a Christ there, and they're also into like warning about those other cults, for example the one you meant, mom!”

But her mother giggled once more and then said: “We aught to actually watch out about them anyway! Besides, I don't think we need to be into anything that anyone else could believe is not really much into Christianity like us!

“Mom, why do you feel that we are into it?! I mean we just go there almost every Sunday. It's not like we pray anymore than what the others around us there do!”

“That's exactly what I'm saying. Some of them pray even better than I do, not to mention you or your stepdad! You don't want those people to be praying against us rather than for our benefit, do you?”

Phoebe sighed. “Mom, it's not much smarter to pray all the time than to get into stuff like this, and then to alternate that with the prayers we're used to!”

Her mother smiled at this. “Well,” she said at last, “it's not we who are into not praying, and thereby there's a perhaps to that we can actually look into the possibilities of doing that kind of a thing! But I'm really not too sure about what your father will say about it! He might be really opposed to even giving it a chance! He's very much a man to stand for his ideals as much as he can, and although he doesn't feel like praying as much as I do, he still feels that it's Christ who is that only resurrection, and that that's the way things really aught to continue being!”

Phoebe looked relieved, even though she thought about her stepdad as someone who might possibly pose a threat to her new interest. “I feel,” she said, “that it's he and not I, nor even you I suppose, who are as stuck up as that! Can't we, mom, just tell him to look into it? I mean don't you feel certain that he will find them - at least potentially - good enough for even our family to look into?”

Her mother giggled, this time with an edge of impertinence to her. “Please don't speak as if looking into something was about being into that other people should be hoping to look into it too!”

“Please! Don't be sarcastic!” Phoebe retorted.

“I won't be if you admit that you're wrong in repeating my expression more than one time when you answer me - at least if you don't have anything really constructive to say with it!”

Again, Phoebe sighed. “ Oh, OK, mom, I won't!”

“Good girl!”

With that they ended the conversation for the time being.
  

At Dinner

Phoebe's stepfather looked astonished, and tried not to even speak to his daughter for a while. Instead he looked at his wife and asked her “Linda, why do you feel even that it makes any sense at all to go visit one of their meetings, when they're clearly into being pagan!?”

“Harold, there's nothing too bad about them, actually! It's guaranteed to be into Christ in some ways! Isn't that so Phoebe?!”

“Yes,” their daughter responded. “They're very much into being about Christ with their way of talking their smart kind of gibberish.”

Phoebe's half-sister, who was only five, broke in and said: “Then why do they try to speak other normal. I mean we can speak Christian! They can speak nonsense!”

“It's not nonsense! I have seen them converse very smartly about a college course assignment, which they readily solved more fluently than I, by speaking that way!”

Her eleven years old half-brother looked at her. “Really?” he asked.

“Yeah, really, Joe!” she answered.

Joe looked thoughtful for a while, then he said: “Wish I could see that! Are there any such people around here whom I could perhaps check out?”

“Yeah, there is someone. I know one girl from my Spanish class in college, who lives fairly close to here. But she's not very skilled at what they're doing, I think.”

“Do you think ... ah, ... Is it possible for me (or us, I guess) to go visit her, and check that out anyway?”

“In fact it might be. We did become a little friendly, and really I do have her address, even. ... But it's not at all a safe bet that you're welcome as well as me!”

“Oh! Come on sis! I wouldn't be that much of a nuisance! Actually, I think we should go there like immediately - or just I, perhaps! Or is it like you want to sort out some, or so, about her with me first?”

Phoebe laughed a little before answering: “yeah, I guess we could go there right away; but I also could wait for a few years, and then you'll find out from for example me what they're like!”

He looked stubborn. “I feel we could go there immediately, and that there's not an excuse for pretending there's a reason to stay away from it!”

Their stepfather studied him for a while. At last he decided to say something that was also to Phoebe: “I think you two could very easily go there and just ask. It's not really about trying to be part of it or anything, which I think you should emphasize. I dare say that when you come back you won't find it to be anything but anti-Christian, and that you'll thereby not try to speed up your language the way those people are!”

Phoebe called to see if here friend was there, which she was. She asked if she was OK with a visit, and got the answer that she was. So when the supper was finished they both grabbed their bikes and went to her place.
  

The Visit to Christine

At about half past seven Joe and Phoebe arrived at a small house just outside of their village where they and their family dwelled. A young woman opened. “Oh, hi Phoebe!” she burst out. Then she looked at her brother. “Who's that?”

“It's my brother Joe. ... I apologize for bringing him with me. It's just that he very much wanted to see that smart smart way of speaking, and I hoped that you might be the one to show him. I mean there's no else one I know around here who knows any of it!”

Christine thought for a while. “Well, how do you mean that I should show him? It takes two people to have a conversation and just one person saying something wouldn't prove anything, would it?!”

A bit nonplussed by this, Phoebe admitted that she hadn't really thought about that, but that she meant that somehow she, Christine, could speak like either in a monologue or perhaps that she, Phoebe herself, could be of assistance.

Christine looked at Joe. “Well,” she said after a while, “I can teach you, but not if there's any stir about this kid you're bringing along!”

Joe looked back at her. “I won't be any stir!” he said, sounding quite sure of himself.

“Alright, come on in, then!” Christine said, and they did.

She showed the two of them to a living room, where she sat down and told them to do the same.

When seated, Joe looked at his hostess curiously and asked: “How do you say ... ehm, for example: The war was on because of the threats of famine?”

“That depends on what context you have!”

He thought for a while. “Oh, so the context has to say most about that!”

“Yeah, you could say so!”

“OK, let's say the context is ... that I spoke to a friend about school work and he didn't know why that war was on!”

“I guess you two could be into saying something like ... hey I can't quite pronounce that Swedish sound for the letter U, so I'm afraid I can't tell you!”

He looked her, almost getting mad at her for this response. “But which other sounds would there be in the statement?”

She looked back. “I think it would  with a sound like the th in thunder, and begin with an ordinary n-sound, I think.”

“Anything else?”

“I'm not sure!”

Joe looked at her again, very thoroughly this time. “Why do you think that I and my buddy could then have communicated something?!”

“Because there is a meaning to it, that's why!”

“How?!”

“It's because the first sound can mean famine or so, the second is an indicator of where something springs from, and the third means war gods or something!”

Both he and Phoebe thought for a while. Then Phoebe said: “Well, thanks!” and looked at her brother and asked: “or aren't you satisfied with that?”

He thought for a while longer, then he said: “I really very much would like to learn some more!”

Christine looked at him. “Are you sure that I want to teach you of all people all about it, though?”

He sighed. “No, I'm not, of course. ...” Then he looked at the two college girls and said: “Well I hope you have a nice friend in my sister there!”

Phoebe giggled. “We can get along, and we have tonight - or at least this far, I think!”

Christine said: “I guess we can work on this friendship, then, the two of us. But on the other hand, I would like to give you lessons, but for a price. It'll cost you a few bucks for each lesson.”

“We can pay, I and my sister!”

“Why would I have to pay for it?!” Phoebe retorted.

It was silent for a while. Christine looked at the two of them, then asked: “Well, perhaps I could teach even you a little more, cause after all I'm a full member now, so I'll be knowing what to teach. ... Of course, Phoebe might become a member herself, but I might speed up the process of it happening - for a few bucks per lesson!”

“I don't know if we should - apart from perhaps secretly - get very much deeper into this stuff,” Phoebe said.

“Secretly will do!” Christine answered. “But it's not I who have gotten paid for even the first lesson yet. And perhaps you could begin there. ... And, OK, I'll give you a bargain, since I can teach the two of you at once, you'll only have to pay for one lesson for now!”

Phoebe sighed. “How much do you want for it?”

“Let's say four bucks!”

Phoebe came to think about that she hadn't brought a wallet. “OK, but I don't have any money on me,” she said. “And I don't think he does either!”

“No, I don't.”

“Alright you owe me four bucks, then!”

“OK, I owe you the four bucks I do, but I'll not be having to pay them until I know that there will be at least one more lesson. That is I'll pay doubly if, but then also only if, there's a second lesson!”

Christine sighed. “Yeah, I guess that will be fair enough.”
  

The Second Lesson

When the two half-siblings came home (at about nine), their parents interrogated them about how it had been at this half-Aborigine girl's place, and whether or not they had reached any conclusion about her cult's so-to-speak language. Phoebe answered that there hadn't been anything that said that the realism was quite amiss in their kind of communication, but that she wanted to know a lot more about it before she could comment any further. Joe said he felt something similar, and that they were close to the truth about actually telling each other something, but that they weren't communicating as if there were a real language to be speaking in. Phoebe wasn't totally sure about his last point, but felt that it was almost a certainty that it couldn't quite work as one.

The next day, which was the day before new years eve, the two of them went there again, although their stepfather had scolded them for actually believing in that stuff, which he considered weird and perhaps dangerous. Their mother, too, had scolded them and said that they weren't into quite knowing what they were doing, especially since she had asked them for money for her 'lessons'. It wasn't Joe, though, who gave up even at this point, and eventually he managed to get his older half-sister to call her friend, who happily told them that they could be there at around three a clock for it.

At five to three they arrived at her place. She was stood in her garden awaiting them, and showed them in to the living room again. After a while she began to have it there was to be a consolidation between friends for the sake of the lessons. She thereby took the hand of her friend in her own right hand, and her brothers in her left. She stood there holding them for half a minute, then she burst our that she wanted to hug them both! After that she sat down and said that she took them for granted as her friends forever more.

Even so, she insisted on having Phoebe pay in advance, for the second lesson, and at the same time, of course, pay also for the one they had already had. Phoebe paid her friend, who thereby felt satisfied and began another lesson with the two of them. They listened and even tried some expression, and finally figured out how to be into that this language (or so to speak) was going to take over their thoughts for a while, whilst they were trying to be thorough about some given subject. “Oh, this is great!” her friend Phoebe finally broke out, and her little brother seem think so as well.

It was not until about ten that the two half-siblings finally came home after this second visit. It was not at all too much of a waste of time, which was what their mother had expected. Even their father was soon a bit impressed by what they had learned, although he thought of it as rather obnoxious of this stepdaughter of his to find it in him to have to confess to that.
  

Back in College

Phoebe and Christine continued the lessons, but Phoebe only had to pay for one of them, upon which they then had five more. After that, Christine had taught her all she knew, even including some new such communication-skill cunning that Christine learned from being a member of a club they had, where they worked more on dealing with making ancient mythologies fit into modern society, into Christian and into semi-atheistic belief systems, than on teaching new members all about languages. But Christine recommended her friend as a new member for her elders among them, and soon after had Phoebe apply for becoming one.

Phoebe thereby felt reassured that she would be able to manage this type of skill in the future. And she and Christine were already fairly fluent at discussing various phenomena in the cult's kind of equally succinct as spiritually oriented way. Both of them attended meetings with fellow sect members. Because, although they called themselves a club, they were into worship of so peculiar kinds that it tended to be a sect, no matter what they said, or least so Phoebe figured about them.

But she liked her sect, at least for the most part. What she didn't agree with was some people who seemed to be into something reminiscent of neo-Nazism among a few of the members that she ran into at the meetings. Luckily, as it seemed to her, this was counteracted by an anti-racist attitude among the senior members. Thereby, she was happy to receive a note from one of them, a female who had seemed concerned about her being a newcomer. The note said that she aught to come to a secret meeting with her and a few of the others, in order to sort things out about dangers with some of the members being racist or brutal.

The meeting was on Saturday night, which seemed rather unlikely to be a bad time, though she felt that she needed to check on if there were anything big in her school the week after. There wasn't, so she accepted, happily, and that Saturday night she went there and expected to discuss such issues. What happened, though, was that the three other girls that were there discussed the devil instead of the people involved, which she almost immediately found a bit naive and eventually got frustrated by.

In response to Phoebe's attitude, one of the girls talked to her in a rather private corner of the room. There she stood beside her and said to her that she needed to be into interpreting them “as the devil himself,” for the sake of understanding what these kinds of people are all about. After having talked about this for a while, she sat down with this the new member and began saying to her that they both could be into trying to be sure about that those who weren't her closest friends were not to be trusted at all, except for the possible invitation from them to become one of her closest friends. In that she stood up again and scorned them demonstratively with a gesture of pleasure over having made Phoebe a new best friend as well.
  

Secret Attitudes about Pleasure

Apart from this sect business, so to speak, things went almost as usual with Phoebe and her school work. There was a slight difference in her attitude towards school, but it was not greater than that no one who didn't know the details noticed anything, except at most the after all fairly few times when she openly spoke the sects succinct language, which was, in her college already a fairly ordinary change among the students. Underneath this, though, there was a fairly huge change because of her new close friends.

During the meetings with the cult, there was sometimes a short pause, for prayer - or you might say seance, which was supposed to last for four or five minutes, and be done in silence. This prayer was also to be done in (so to speak) 'solitude'. This meant that there was not supposed to be any assumptions done by any participants that she or he was to view him- or herself as actually needing to be aware of the people close by. It did not mean, however, that one was - at all - to avoid closeness to each other.

Immediately before such a prayer, Christine seated herself very very close to Phoebe. She seemingly trusted her to want her to be as close as this, it seemed, because her attitude expressed a pleasure in being liked, somehow. But Phoebe didn't like being very very close to her, especially since her bosom seemed unusually open. However, as the rules were, it seemed, she had to pretend as if nothing about it.

After the prayer, Christine seated herself only a little bit less close to her friend, who was thereby only a little relieved. She asked: “How come you sat all that close to me? And why did you have an almost unbuttoned shirt?”

“I was just trying to see if you were ready to accept my friendship as total, so that we can be solitary when we're even that close! And - oh - these shirt buttons are a bit to open for you? Well they aren't for me! Because I'm into actual worship and care for God, Christ and eternity! And my bosom is not really out of reach from childhood, meaning that there is no notion of God that can't be seen in it! It is really our bosoms that actually make life real! Remember, even the Great Virgin shows her bosom, and sometimes even a lot more than I did now.”

Phoebe settled for that her friend could very likely have a good enough point about Virgin Mary. She thereby began to ponder on if she herself should let her breasts be fairly visible, and if so when. Christine looked her in the eye and then whispered to her: “You aren't supposed to show it to the men out there, that's all!”

Phoebe felt a little uncomfortable about this statement. But then she thought about Jesus, and how his teachings seemingly, she thought, had  -  at least perhaps  -  really always been into something that actually might mean that only females can be seeking attention without that seemingly being a nuisance for Him or his Father.

It was not, then, she figured, a sin to be like a woman about sensuality. It was, though, somehow a sinful thing for a man, she figured. But then, what about her half-brother at home? What should he actually be into? Should he be a man based on what his father is? If so, is that his stepdad or the biological father it should be?

To the extent he was to become a man, he would have to learn not to be into care for the same sensuality as she and her friend. It was not because of her that he didn't fit into the potential of being of God when being into care for nurturing the bodily fluids of beginning adulthood. Rather it was that he himself was into much more mature attitudes about what care for extravagance would have been had he not been prohibited by God Himself from caring very much about it, she thought. During the rest of the term the issue was brought up a few more times, firstly between her and Christine, and then also between them and their superiors in cult, who seemed to be righteous in believing that indications of femininity should be between women and that only.
  

Back with the Family

The next time Phoebe met her little brother, she saw him as her superior about trying to pretend to be like God. By this she didn't mean that she was too wise for that superiority to be real, but she did mean that everything else about it would be an irony, in a sense, about him being as superior to himself as she now saw to it that she had him subtly realize. She thereby felt that God had finally won a great battle against the vanities of his masculinity.

Joe said that he was not trying to be a man, just trying to be himself. To this Phoebe answered that he has to view himself as himself no matter what his instincts tell him. He didn't answer her for a while, then he said that “There is no pleasure in being a man in that sense. There's just a pleasure in that you, for God's sake, have it in yourself to try to bring me up as though I were your bastard to be taking care of not letting him be anything but the excuse for you to pleasure yourself with gluttony or you know what!”

“What does that say to me, do you think?! That I need some bastard half-brother just for excusing myself?! ... Do you really feel that I could at all be in need of that?! If so, then you're wrong! But the fact of the matter is that you as a God's child are so wise that you aught to stay away from femininity that much more than we, who are only females!”

He looked thoughtful. “OK,” he said. “But what then about my father? And about that I don't have any authority because of both my stepfather and my biological father, by the way!”

“We have a conscience about that, we, the rest of the family do!”

He was startled. “That's not real! .. You can't be calling it a conscience when you don't want me to take care of my own affairs!”

She mused a little at his foolish comment to her. Then she retorted grimly: “You don't realize that thieves aren't really what they pretend to be! Nor do you realize that you yourself are a humble man on the surface, but an actual pretender once you find out what actual manhood is! It's not I but you who realize the worth of trying to pretend something is worthwhile when it is mature enough to become evil when there's to much pleasure in it!”

“Oh, you really think so!?”

“Yeah I do!”

“Then I dare you to tell both mama and the new father about it - and actually, I guess, even the old fathers, too, eventually!”

“I will. Don't worry, I want to tell them!”

At dinner she talked about the new views she had on Christ and God. Her mother, her step-father and even her half-sister looked startled. But she continued: “And thereby, Christ is the proof we can have that everyone is to be treated as a superior if they are male, but only to the extent they are into not pleasuring themselves!”

“But what if,” her stepfather asked, “we feel like knowing about the pleasures you have, for the sake of - our presumed - wisdom?”

Now Phoebe looked a bit thoughtful. After a while she said: “I guess you'll just have to be into pretending as if something about God, and God's will about it.”

“Meaning that we should be into that if we are wise enough for there to be a God in trying to be promiscuous as well, then, and only then I presume, can we be allowed to pleasure ourselves the way you seem to be into that only females are allowed to?”

“I guess it's something like that. But why do you think we pleasure ourselves more than we aught to be?! I mean almost no one of us  -  females  -  is into actually smartly trying to pretend to be into something that must be! It's not a must if there are no men, I feel!”

“I doubt that!” her stepfather answered.

Now her half-brother broke in: “Do you know what?! I can read pleasure in those eyes of yours, Harold! Now how come they aren't seemingly punished by God then or something?!”

Harold smiled and said that it was not actually his pleasure that was banned. But that Phoebe probably meant that he should never see himself as the superior he “as a male should be and thereby bring pleasure - of gluttony, perhaps - is that what you mean Phoebe? - to the point of it being a pleasure in trying to possess God!”

“Oh, is that so!” Joe answered.

Phoebe smiled. “Yeah, that's it,” she answered.
  

The Final Manipulation

But in the beginning of August that year, Phoebe tried to manipulate her half-brother into pretending to be a winner, by having it seem like a winning strategy for him to be into that pretension. This sort of worked, but Joe guessed that there was something weird about his situation for it. He therefore told their mother about it. She reacted by trying to be into a strategy of conning that he should have been mistaken for a man again by her. But this was not the case with her now, he thought, as it was his sister who manipulated him; she was into taking care of making him seem innocent by pretending he was a winner of charm in that kind of strategy.

As a result, the kid seemed to be both into being superior and also into being inferior, in a way that really set him aside among his friends. He tried to explain this to his mother, but she didn't seem to understand at all. He therefore went to his stepfather and tried to explain things. He seemed to get the part that he was not seemingly OK among his peers, but not really that he could have been manipulated, thoroughly enough for there to be any chance of him being someone who didn't have the potential change for the better in his own hands. ...

But it was not Joe who had that potential. Rather, the fact that he didn't have it got him stuck in that he had been made to seem both superior and innocent enough to be reckoned with as though he didn't have any problem with his appearance, nor with his way of handling his situation. Thereby he had no potential whatsoever to remark effectively against his half-sister's insinuations. It was, weirdly enough, never quite easy for him not to seem too cunning to be in such a trap. At the same time, if one found out, he was sort of too laughable to believe, and fairly few actually believed his surface pride to be anything but his own vanity - a vanity about would-be innocence as well as would-be cunning - or perhaps just one of them. But hardly anyone ever actually thought that much about which, or what that would mean in that case.

It was not really easy for those around him to believe he had been manipulated into being surface proud and then also very insecure, actually about his own being.