The Witch Mother and her Good and Evil Twin Daughters

”Father, what are we all about now that we can seemingly blame it on the other one!?”

“Dear, we don't have to ask it! It seems she's just coming along as your trailer to be judged as an asshole for all time and eternity, and I - as well as your mother - can tend to forever blame your twin for the evils you or the rest of the family do!”

“Great papa! Then she and I should go to the park and there have everyone believe they're evil to the extent they don't repress that she's cunning at having the seeming morals that we don't wandu pertain to!”

“Yeah, great!” her dad answered. “Now your mama and I are gonna terrorize her a little more for each month that passes - and then we'll know for eternal time how to seem good although we're actually cunning and not at all the lazy fuckers that keep on pertaining to morals simply because they're not able to be cunning like the real people, like us!”

“I'm gonna tell my mama about all of this! Then she and you can pleasure yourselves incenstously against her! And the two of you will never have to worry again about your brighter child being hurt by it - since she, that meaning I, is not susceptible for blackmail - and thus not as fun to watch being tormented and then unable to tell about it!”

“Great!” her father said.

“Then let's all terrorize her by seeking all the neighbours sympathy be for ourselves instead of for asshole who tends to pretend moral is actually the best for lasting eternally well, in a smart attitude, that is.”

Scornfully the evil twin girl giggled about her good twin, and then said to her father just how he should get into it with the neighbours so that everyone but she (the good twin) would be free to enjoy their mistake about how to be sufficiently on-the-point scornful about the mischiefs they are subjected to by this family's arrogance about their confusion!

The good twin, meanwhile, was washing her hair, which had been subjected to heat by the vengeance from a neighbour who's tulips had been ruined by her twin. She was also in pain, because the heat had hurt her very bad, but the mother only giggled about her suffering and kept on scolding her for not being like her somewhat younger evil twin.

“It is not that I am not a twin for the sake of being a virtue for the evils of the family!” he younger twin had said, teasingly, about the fact that she was the younger but still more trusted one - because their parents were evil enough to want an evil twin to gain any advantage, and they also terrifically well knew about the the older one that she was the fool of the family.

Thereby, the whole family, which included several half-siblings, two maternal and four paternal, plus one full sibling who had actually moved out. These evil family members later would advocate for the story to be tempting for others to be into for the virtue of making evil eternal. It was due to their blackmail that the evil twin would seem good in advocate positions of spirituality, so that the evil deeds of her and most of her family could hardly at all be traced by anyone not well enough tempted by the notion of eternalizing evil their way!

But later, the two parents ran into a woman who headed an extremely evil family, who saw in their position of caring about even that surface of moral to be useful for her purposes, and who could find it amusing to do that at their cost. She was a business woman who accused almost anyone whom she got near enough in social life and so of being too awkward to be trusted, while she herself could gain from good as the virtue of evil in even more efficient ways. The family with the twins had it in them to have killed off the older (and good) twin for the better of the welfare of the family's pertinence to seeming better than she was, and then also winning by blackmail their eternal souls to the extent it was possible to win it that way, they thought. But the evil twin who was left could not avoid seeming good in this circumstance, and thus fell victim with her family of the business woman who thus sold their secrets soon enough to be able to seem the fairly trustworthy among the awkward and untrustworthy. Thereby the belief of the father, which had been that murder would be the ultimate plot for eternity was totally proven wrong.

The family, who exploited one of their daughters, actually had the attitude of witches, and so did the business woman who later exploited them; they all thereby considered themselves inclined for attitudes of revenge against good, but could not prove themselves without beating each other at it.

It was the women of their society who proclaimed evil be of eternal presence. but it was the males of their contexts who proclaimed eternity be worthwhile to consider fake if not pertaining to their immorality, which would be at least as smart at evil as the witches' once they managed to revenge that morality that stopped their love for eternal immorality and so also the witches'.

The younger and evil twin sister thereby saw a possibility of real revenge against good when her father spoke to her about his considerations about how evil could not be stopped once they managed to blame the older twin totally. The older twin had thus not the chance to say to everyone that she had been mistreated into being the nuisance they made her be, nor that it was her sister's mischief they had come up against time and again.

It was not until eternal time had passed that the older sister got her vindication and resurrection. Then, after the eternity of suffering for the spirit of that poor elder sister, she got her vindication from that her mother finally totally lost her soul. But it was not until then, because the witches of that world were able to resurrect their spirits smartly for the sake of keeping the black soul they said to themselves that it was going to last for eternity. Then, upon this, the worst of the other family members fell with her. This is a true story, only it happened in another world which was not like ours, but where witches are present and which is inadequate for our world to be presented as quite intuitive about - although we can sometimes actually have some notion about it anyway, such as the notion I have for writing this, which actually happens very soon after that witch mother's total soul loss. ... !

The Witches

”No! Indeed not at all any moral in that man!”

“How can you say this is an act?!”

Josephine writhed a little before attempting to answer. “Well, ... how can I put this. ... He's the kind of person who pretends to be of the mentality of the spiritual victims he has! I know he and his sisters all do it!”

David looked a little stunned. “The whole family, then, Josy?”

She looked seriously into his eyes. “No, I don't think it's the father, but hat mother might be the one to also be into it!”

“Gee!” David said with an air of being troubled.

“Exactly, David! So there they are, all four of them, it seems to me, able to be modern-time witches!”

David looked at her in amazement. “Do you mean those witches are for real, Josy”

“I mean they're for real and they are alive right now, ready to target yet another one of those innocent people that will probably die under more or less troubled and mysterious circumstances!”

“We have to, then, I guess, tell some people about it! But can we really get them to take this stuff seriously!? I mean witches, in modern times ... ”

She looked at him with a somewhat startled expression. “I don't know how you can say that to me! I can believe they see it in them, they like me, or at least as much as you! ... or I mean, let's not just say so. That is, if they don't already know about it, let's show them!”

“I guess we can do that!”

“Good! Let's start with that girl down the block! You know that redhead whom they seemingly have been pestering for about two months!”

“Yeah, let's! I can feel that this is turning out to be a worthwhile and interesting investigation, in the sense that we can perhaps learn something about the occult while we're at it!”

She smiled a little. “Yeah! I felt that already even yesterday!”

A few minutes later they knocked on the door of a red-haired girl named Cecilia Saedefdovic. She opened and listened to them. After a while she said: “There's an actual cunning in those four witches, it seems to me! They actually have had me feel desperate after seeming normal in the sense that they can probably register by their sixth sense! Thereby I will be trying to permit the two of you to examine the evidence I can have about it, but it's not an easy task to do so!”

She thereby let the two of them in and offered them some coffee.

“I will drink coffee later on in the afternoon,” Josephine answered. David looked at her and then at the girl they were investigating. “I, too,” he said, “can easily wait with the coffee, and I think it's better if we start talking immediately, if you don't mind.”

Cecilia shrugged. “Okay, I can go for that!” she replied.

“Good!” David said.

“Then let's start like this,” Josephine broke in, “I sure see it in you that they are harassing you by spirit! As an investigator of such mysterious crimes I feel it is they, the witches, who take advantage of the situation you have about that late husband of yours!”

“You mean that they killed him?” she asked.

“Yes! ... As I understand it he had a huge gambling debt, which they felt he should have to suffer from for not paying in time.”

“Yeah, that's correct.”

“Thereby, they have the pressure on you too - correct me if I'm wrong about this - to be trying to be into handling the situation as though you were in debt!”

“Yes, that is so!”

“And,” she continued, “the witches got to know about this when they found out that you were thorough about seeming to be very good and moral, right?”

“Yes, that's probably it! They did indeed try to harass me about it! That is all three of the children were trying to taunt me, and that old hag of a mother they have managed to ridicule the notion of that they should stop pestering me!”

“Good of you to tell me! Thereby he and I can continue this investigation, which I started by myself yesterday!”

David nodded. He seemed to feel that he was into something quite new, while his colleague seemed a bit sure about what she was into.

“The suspects are,” David said, “investigated by us for the reason of their tendency to always harass people around and in their neighbourhood. It is far from only you who have been pestered in something that seems similar to what you just told us about your situation!”

“I feel comfortable now that the two of you - and possibly even more people? - feel that it's worth it check them up and hopefully stop them!”

“Oh! Cecilia!” Josephine burst out. “Then perhaps you also could be taking part of it!”

Cecilia sighed. “Yeah, I think I can, because they aren't able to put that spell on me when you're around - at least not if it's both of you, it seems!”

The three of them thereby went to a fellow, named Jesse Adamson, whom Cecilia knew to also have the problem with those witches. At his apartment, they asked him to describe his situation with them. He said that he was unable to point out, somehow, usually, about them, that they really were harming him.

“As a matter of fact,” he said referring referring to the children, “the three of them are into seeing it in me to be able to cope for myself about being a sexual predator, wile actually being there themselves and troubling others with it! They - all four of them - seem innocent at first. Then, after a while one notices their awful insinuations that contain both sexual and other harassments, I think. But they seem to be harassing them from a distance, and somehow having it that I am that predator that the four of them are!”

Josephine looked at him with some sympathy. “You seem possible to view as immune to accusations in a way that could be their trick for having them believe they can't challenge you about it!”

Cecilia looked at the two of them. “Yes. I think I could have thought of you as a serial-killer, even, had I not known you for a very long time.”

Jesse took his time before replying. “It's all about the tendency they have to be into moral as though it was about seeming potentially into it, while I feel that one should say to oneself that one should be into moral a the natural starting point, which thereby should be supposedly there whether or not one thinks about it.”

“I cannot assume that it's me that it's all about!” Cecilia said thoughtfully. “Because for me it's the venom of seeming innocent that supports their evil attitudes about me, and somehow fixes it for them to have a view on me as the sort of person who should be harassed forever ... somehow!”

David looked at the three others and said: “It seems to me that it's about time we start to investigate how they manage to get their telepathy working even though they are clearly into Satan and not God!”

Jess took a deep breath. “Yeah,” he said. “We should all try to telepathise back, right?”

David looked at him and answered: “I can say we shouldn't take the risk of arrogantly getting into their telepathy! Even so, I propose we should be ready to take that kind of battle with them at a later stage!”

Jess sighed and said that he felt like doing it now, but that since David thought it unwise, he realized that it was not true that his emotions were wise.

Soon after, Josephine immediately her eyes and began telepathising, it seemed. A few moments later David did the same, but only for a few seconds. Though his colleague was still at it, he whispered: “It's us that it should seemingly be who can telepathise with no reason to seem guilty of any mishaps anywhere. Thereby, one shouldn't reach the specific target too fast!” he said.

With that he managed to get the other two to be careful about it. Cecilia then closed her eyes and felt for a while. Soon after Jesse did so too. Upon this, David went back to doing it again.

After half an hour, Josephine said, with her eyes still closed: “I have a notion of what they are about now! If you feel like it, you can follow me in telepathy to their home and invade their thoughts enough to stop them, hopefully, from being too successfully evil to be manageable for us good people!”

Also without opening his eyes, her colleague David whispered back: “Alright! Let's do it!”

The two others managed to follow them. When all four of them were there, they managed also to feel their way to their spirits and to turn them forever against themselves. This they had initially intended to do with both Jess and Cecilia, but weren't quite smart enough to!

Thus, with this seance, the whole story of the evil people of seeming innocent while also bewitching was over apart from that there was also a potential reprisal in that anyone they might be related to, and (only possibly) some acquaintances that were not relatives. This they managed to turn around to that they should chase those people better than vice versa, which seemed to start a battle between them and relatives of the four initial witches that lasted for two hours. Upon this, a shift in the air was apparent, and the witches seemed to be doomed to eternal punishments, finally!

It is the Sex of Perilous Sophistication ...

Adult (or at least semi-adult) story; follow the link if you want to read it anyway: Perilous Sophistication

The Look-Alikes

Chapter One

“It's hardly working to look at them as my enemies!” she proclaimed.

“Why not!?” her mother pursued.

“Because, if they don't argue with me, then I can't have them seem below taking me for granted as their friend!”

“I see!” Her mother now looked a bit amused.

“This is not funny mother! Moreover, ma, they're not even only my enemies! They might have not only me, but our whole our farming industry seem corrupt, even, I think, by seeming to be into me and what I'm about in our business! It is they who try to steal from my assets - that is at least my assets in the abstract sense, mama!”

“How can you say that? They're trying to steal your name that's what it's about! Your real assets are still stuff that they can't be touching, at least if they're of the immaterial sort!”

“I can't believe they seem to be too similar to me, to let me get away from them at both! I can't see how people can react to me as though I was that mediocre at representing our business and stuff, if it's not one, at least, of them has been faking something about what they should expect!”

“I can see that you're into that he - or even if that is she - is sort of into trying to pretend that she, your female look-alike, is the one that seems peculiarly into business of our kind! But I can't see how in the world they could in that case be pretending that you're lousier than she at showing what we're all about!”

“That's why I feel so upset about them! It's horrible that they can somehow point to me as though I weren't a girl who could be representative of our vegetables!”

“Thereby I shall now view you as the mediocre member of our family, who doesn't pertain to seeming good enough to be a representative! You know, it's not I who ever had such look-alike problems!”

A little bit chocked Stephanie said: “I will then have it they're not too dumb after all, mama! Cause I was a promising girl for our business!”

“I can't help you with any of this, Steph! I couldn't help you even if they were people that I knew more about than that one of them were in your elementary school and the other one on an opposing high school's badminton team.”

“How, then can you be pretending that I'm not into any trouble because of them!? I mean there's much to be lost and I've already begun loosing because of the two of them!”

“I can't see that you're trying to ignore them the natural way! If you did, then they would certainly quit soon enough!”

“Bull shit!”

“I don't want to hear you talk that way again! No go up to your room and study! When you come back, I hope you have thought things over and never again mention those two look-alikes!”
 

Chapter Two

In school the next day, Stephanie saw her male look-alike seeming to be her, or, that is, the way she could be expected to look nowadays if she hadn't stopped wearing pants. “I feel that they seem to be torturing me because of my asshole look-alikes, and they know it!” she thought about her fellow pupils.

Entering her math class room, she felt a scorn coming her way from a few of the other students there. There could be a clue, perhaps, she figured, about who to be taking to, were it not for these awful scorns that seemed to stick to her by telepathy! “I feel,” she thought, “that I don't have any friends anymore, after they began cooperating, those two!”

Sitting down, she tried to recall what her father once said about them. It was something like “There's no clue, then, to whatever they're about as long as they express themselves as being the same as the look-alike they found in you!” In thinking about this, she found an essence of what they were doing, which was not too smart to say they were into some obscure point that was of gain for the others or so - “and try, thereby to have it the point is not made unless they ridicule me, who somehow should be seen as the misfit who rendered those points to ... something ... something they all hate me for doing, I guess!” she thought for herself.

While she was pondering upon this, the teacher had entered the class room. She didn't seem to be in any good mood. After a while she knocked a few times on the table in front of her and said rather loudly: “I will see to it that all of you study better! It's not to be said that any of you will seem to be smart enough for a good college unless you really start listening to me and studying more at home!”

There was a murmur among the students for a few seconds, after which the teacher said: “I will test you every Friday from now on! And to the extent you can't tend to follow class well enough to pass each test, the grade you have will be lowered!”

A boy raised his hand and she told him to speak his mind. He proclaimed: “I can't be here every Friday! I have art class then!”

“I will then see to it that another time be arranged for you!

“I will also see to it that the others don't speak to you during the time between then and their testing time!”

“Okay!” the boy answered.

Stephanie tried to figure out how difficult the tests were going to be, but couldn't tell. And when the teacher began her lesson she worked on trying to figure it out for each and every statement she made. She also tried very hard to learn what she said.
  

Chapter Three

“I can't figure out why they're cunning about me!” Stephanie said to a fellow pupil, who she thought was perhaps still her friend.

But she looked at her as though the seeming friend she had been suddenly disappeared. “It's not true that they are at all cunning about it! Instead, they're trying to find out if they are able to see the way they seem to you to be alike but somehow different!” she answered.

“I can't see how come, then, they think that I should be portrayed as though I wasn't into my parents' vegetable business!”

Her would-be friend seemed dismayed. “I don't have any clue about why you imagine that about them!”

“I can say that they already have had my parents feel that I cannot run the business after they die!”

“I imagine you actually blame him and that girl from that other school for it?!”

“I don't go for the fakes that they are into! They are pretending that I want to pretend to be a business woman already! It is totally fake of the two of them!”

“I can't believe they're trying to pretend that!” her would-be friend said and left her.
  

Chapter Four

On Friday Stephanie sat in the math class room and took the test. She felt reassured that she could manage these tests, if only they stayed this simple. Even so she very thoroughly saw to it that every question was answered the way it probably should be according to her teacher. After class she went to straight the room were they had English lessons, and waited there. She sat in the back of this classroom, while the math teacher had had her up front. But she wasn't trying to be into saying to herself that there was going to be any rumours about her as long as she didn't change her seat in either place - just like in most of her classes.

The English lesson went well enough for her not to feel that someone could start ridiculing her for not following well enough. Thereby she only had one more challenge of that kind before weekend, and if that went well too, she would go home and study and see to it that no one could find faults with her about studies, at least.

While going to the class room for social studies, she tried to figure out what the other pupils might think she was trying to be. It was not trying to be smart at anything they had yet seemed to be thinking. It was somehow still that she somehow seemed to them to be stuck up in the ridiculous way that seemed to tell everyone that she was to be despised as if cunning in a fairly absurd way.

Seated in the classroom, she overheard some fellow students speak about her: “I wonder when she'll find out that he's just trying to be smart enough to be of the same attitude as the business woman he imagines her to be!” Another one answered: “And I too wonder about her. I wonder why she sets the stage as if there was no losers out there, trying simply to be somewhat better than they are in reality!” A third one said: “I can see it in her to be the attempt they both, actually, can have for seeming actual about caring for business, and thereby she wouldn't be too stuck up if she just accepted them!”

She solemnly took this as the sign that it was, probably, that they were trying to figure out a way to treat her as though they were so humble by her comparison. “I can't figure them to be my friends anymore,” she repeated for herself. It was not solemn to be into hypocrisy about this, she figured, but then again “What the fuck, they're not going to be smart enough to be able to figure out what I'm into if I just keep on going without a sign about what I want apart form what I obviously aught to do!”

Thereby she felt reassured that she could keep on trying to be okay, at least, in school, without that being too much of a lead for them and her two look-alikes.
  

Chapter Five

“I can't see why they are weird enough to stop having it they want to be like me now. Is it, perhaps, because I didn't fail to seem normal and smart during a few weeks?”

Her father looked at her. “There's no way to see it in them to be tying to be pretending to be you again then, is there?!”

She sighed quite deeply. “I think they're simply trying to hide that they're into it still! I think they still are pretending to be like me! And come to think of it, I guess they're just working on trying to be good in class, which perhaps both of them were very lousy at - or at least he was, dad.”

“I propose, then, Steph, that you and he have a talk about this look-alike nonsense! Because if he's still into it, as you say, then it's about time he realized that he has to live a life of his own! From now on, even, I hope!”

“I will not try to talk to him unless he promises to be smart at presenting his reasons for pretending to be me in the first place!”

“Okay, I'll tell his parents that, I guess!”

A few weeks later the two of them did talk. He then said that attempts to be like her had been about trying to be into business like everybody else in this area, and that his parents had been outcasts because they weren't. It was not easy to get him to say much about why he thought pretending to be her would lead him to be smart at actually being like her, nor why that so certainly would help him exactly about being into business thinking.

She thereby asked: “I wonder how come they seem to be into that you take it that you're learning something from me?!”

“I feel I don't find that to be impossible! I have learned somehow to be in garden and think about business as what should spring from the plants and vegetables there!”

“Why don't you try to do that without pretending that I am the one you are when you do it?!”

“Because it's not worth it to say they accept me as such as easily as you! That's why!”

“Then why - ... Or actually, who do you mean by 'they'?!”

“I mean whoever might be seeming to care about whether or not I do such business!”

“Okay, then why do they seem to be into trying to care about who is doing that?!”

“Because they seem into that one should have the reputation of already being one who does it!”

“I can't see that they should all be trying to pretend that I had any reputation of already being into my parents' business!”

“I can't say anything but that I have had benefits from trying to be you when I do it!”

“Then how come they seem to be into themselves as smart enough to do business even without pretending to be someone else!?”

“I can't say they don't have their families in that!”

“I can't really believe that!”

“Why not?!”

“Because they don't seem intuitive about when business is to be reckoned with, and even less do you!”

“I do not see the reason for you to say that!”

“I can't see in you, nor should you see in me, anything of being into business as of yet!”

“I don't agree!”

“Then stop pretending I am at all into as much of thinking that I'm into business as you are yourself!”

“I can't stop telling myself that there isn't any reason to be into business the way those who have a heritage for it are!”

“Then why do they seem to pretend that I am lousier at it since you started doing it?!”

“Because there's not any attempt in you to try to be the one to be sure about what business really is about for the sake of being the one I imitate!”

“I wonder how come they in that case find themselves to be of potential for judging over this stuff!?”

“I can't feel they're into being judgemental! It's about that they're trying to be into business too, but not attempting to say to themselves that they are supreme at it!”

“ I thereby feel you should imitate one of them instead of me!”

“No, I can't!”

“Why is that?!”

“Because I feel there's no look-alike in anyone of them!”

“How about that girl who also is our look-alike?! You know the one who seemed to aspiring for some other school's badminton team, though failing to be much more than a spectator.”

“I guess she is as little of a business person as me!” he proclaimed.

“I propose they then try to be as smart as we, my family, at seeing it in her, and you, to be something of a person suitable for the challenges of business! Because I and my family have since the two of you started doing it, quarreled about how to look at me as suitable. They are at least as smart as my parents and me at it, I say!”

“I feel that they and you don't feel that you nor they are ever to be viewed as possible failures! I thereby feel that both she and I have the point to make that is there in that you don't realize the mistake of not seeing it as a possibility that you could go wrong!”

“I will not see it in you to be able to try to be me again!” With that she sued him.

It did not turn out well for him. But the girl who pretended to be her thereby pretended she had done so because the stuck-up family she had was not into any humility at all. She thereby sued her as well - and manage to get at her to with it.

However, there was sort of a reprisal against her even so, she thought, in that the scorn for having been 'imitated' by him made her seem silly in a way that people her really stood for was a sign that she could not be an ordinary person. This was more true about the male, first and from-the same district 'imitator' of her. But almost the same held true for the girl 'imitator'. However, she had apparently studied the two of them. Because she managed to portray herself thoroughly as an unsuitable victim of similar stuff. Sort of very startlingly she somehow did so in a way that ridiculed both her two look-alikes, and also portrayed them as just about the same. This scared Stephanie, but didn't quite get her to give up her authority over her future. ...

In the Midsts of the Turmoil of the Apparent Alleviation

”Oh my!” Simon said. “I suppose they all feel the same way about him!”

“Oh, yes!” his second cousin answered. “Yes, indeed! It is by him we shall live forever and for always have it there will have to be moral!”

“I don't believe that fellow! How can you all be so infatuated by that he brags about eternity when he is simply a ridicule of actual moral!?”

“I should not take that stands! I will kind of forgive that you spoke evil of him, but hardly more than that you will be punished roughly by us if we don't know that you also believe soon enough!”

“Look, I don't believe in the prophets holy words! I can't believe that there's a Messiah to be had! Thirdly there's not any good reason for me to believe that exactly this person would have to be good to the extent that goodness tends on rely on him rather than upon each and every individual being!!”

“Hmm, Then you are a mistake to be having to deal with for that sake! I am not your cousin for the sake of blackmailing that man! He is our true and only saving spirit! And there is no other soul that compares to his! Moreover, you shall from here on wonder restlessly forever and find that your peace could have been found with this one man alone!”

With those cruel words, his second cousin left him standing in amazement and fear.

While pondering upon the spectacle of this - and of it all - he saw to it that he would be prepared with sharper arguments against his other followers, in case they happened to run into him. “I wonder,” he thought, “why all these people are to bewildered by that one fellow! The only reason I can find is that he lies so swiftly! Why in the world would all these people believe a liar like that, though?”

A woman came up to Simon and began asking him if he had any reason to believe he would “need to pretend the lunatic they all believed in is really anything but a fake?!”

Simon looked at her. “No, I can't say that he isn't!” he answered after a few seconds.

“Then what do they try to pretend he is?! I for one have been harassed by exactly that man for not wanting to mate with him! I cannot believe those people should believe in his lies bout me and also my two sisters.”

“I can see that I have reason to believe he's even worse than I imagined, then!”

“I think he is worse than almost anybody can imagine about him! I was almost executed, and those two sisters of mine have been, because that mob he has with him tries to pretend he's so holy that the only reason pointed to that kind of fact about him is that we did not believe in actual moral!”

She sobbed a little and continued: “The actual fact of the matter is that as soon as that guy shows himself to the people who fake that he is not selfish and,” now she sobbed again, before continuing: “thereby somehow also that he is the [she sobs again] greatest of saviours!”

Simon looked at her. “I agree with that he is the biggest fake that can be found in this world right now! I also find it in him to be awfuller than almost anyone even without considering that he also says that the is the person to be the solution to all problems there are to be found! If anything, he is skilled at being a short-term solution, somehow! ...”

She looked thoughtful and said: “Yeah. I agree. ... And to the extent that he really does save them from themselves or whatever, he also hurts others, who oftentimes are about equally skilled at that!”

“Do you know what?” Simon interrupted. “We both need to hide somewhere! I can say I know some places to hide, and that perhaps you could follow me along to one of them?”

She looked happy. “Yeas! Thank you! I hope to come along real soon! But there is another person involved in this!”

“Who is that?”

“It is a son of mine. So that it's almost ridiculous to say they should be able to be into being with him for me!”

“I see!”

“I could perhaps use a sofa at your home, or somewhere else that you can think is safe!”

“I can't think of my home as the safe place to be keeping the two of you! It's not really wise to see the home as a safe haven nowadays! You know, I was married, but my late wife was seduced by his pretend morals, and left me for it!”

“That's horrible!”

“Yeah! It's horrible!”

“I can find it in me to say that my name is Catharina. My son's name is August.”

"I can thereby tell you that my name is Simon!"

“I will then go and try to fetch my son! I will be back in a few minutes, I think!”

“Okay, I'll wait!”

Three minutes later she came back with a four-year-old boy. Simon watched them approach and saw to his relief that they were seemingly not followed by anyone. But he felt unsure about it just the same. “Possibly,” he figured, “some one (or more) of those people really is hiding somewhere in order to spy on her, and thereby from now on perhaps on me too, and probably in that case they can find the hiding place I chose to show her to!”

But he felt like not saying this. Instead he looked at them and then around them. She seemed to notice his worry as perhaps that he thought she hadn't been careful enough, and thereby assured: “We are always careful, August and I! It's unlikely that someone has been following us!”

“I will thereby be able to show you the shed that I have been into that you should be hiding in! I prefer to stay there myself, partly because the two of you can perhaps protect me if something does happen, and partly because I feel that I want to get to know you better!”

“Thanks!” she said, and the boy smiled and seemed to appreciate it.

“I wonder how they are going to think of this stuff as though they had the right to pretend we always were bad for each other!” she added.

“I wonder too,” he said.

“I will lead you to the shed when night falls, because it is difficult to get there without them possibly spotting us otherwise.”

“Oh, we have to wait, then! I can only hope, in that case, that those who look for me don't happen to come here!”

“Oh, I can lead you now to another place. It's a safe haven, I think, out in the woods!”

“I very much appreciate that!” she said.

After looking around again he said: “Follow me!” and started walking. They followed along, first down a stairway, and then along a fairly well-used path. After a few kilometers along that path, he looked around a few times and then said: “Let's turn to the right!” and the three of them did.

Walking through the woods, they first had to cross a river and then also climb a hill, upon which there was a glade. “Here,” he said, “I usually feel quite safe, because I know the nature around here!”

“Is it really unlikely, also, that they happen to come here, even?”

“I think it can be that! But not quite sure about them nowadays.”

“We should then probably just relax and hope for the best, I guess!”

He smiled. “Yeah! Let's do that!”

Her son was smiling, but tried to say that he wasn't sure he wanted to believe they couldn't happen to turn up in the glade just the same, somehow.

“We can, for safety's sake, simply all climb up a tree! Or perhaps one tree each for the sake of keeping more than one lookout for them. ... My guess is that at most two viewpoints can be needed, though!”

“Where?” Catharina asked.

“Most of all from either one of those three fir trees, I think!” he said pointing. “And then also, preferably, from the oak down there!”

She sighed. “I can't see how I can very easily be on a lookout position very long with him with me. Not at all that it's impossible, but ... [she sighed again] ... Do you really very much need my help - or could you perhaps do most of the lookout work yourself?”

“Yeah, I guess I can handle it, and the two of you stay here meanwhile! I have earlier fairly often kept the lookout from almost only the fir trees!”

“Great! Then I only might go to the oak and try to climb it with him!”

“I will then leave you two here for a while.”

She smiled at him and said: “I really hope you don't fall or anything!”

He sighed. “Thank you! I sure hope so too, although I think I do know these trees well enough!” With that he left for the main lookout place, where he stayed for two hours, upon which he returned and saw the the two of them on his way to the oak. When there he looked for a while to the south, and found to surprise that a house had been built not very far away from it. So he immediately unclimbed the oak and went back to say this to the two others, who were both startled by this.

“It seemed quite possible, even, that they eventually would be able to happen to spot me in the tree!” he said. “Thereby, I can't believe that we can easily be totally safe unless they're not with them - the brainwashed people!

“On the other hand,” he continued, “we might fairly easily pretend as if nothing about our views upon that brainwashing stuff, right?”

“I suppose you and I could go up there and ask them, even, for some shelter; hopefully we can avoid mentioning the crowd and what we fear them for, right?”

He swallowed. “I guess they might not very easily recognize me, since I don't really live here. But I feel unsafe about the notion that they could perhaps be into that we should be seen as intruders either way! But, if you want, I feel, then yes, let's go there and try it!”

The two of them did go there to ask for shelter. An old woman opened the door and then yelled at someone to come and help her. A man with an ax came and looked at the two of them. “What do you want, strangers?” he asked.

“We have come here only to seek shelter for a while. And we were going to ask, not intrude on you that bluntly!”

The woman at the door squinted at them. “I don't feel that you belong here! I think I have seen this man before! He was the one to pretend we don't have a potential saviour in the absolutely wise man whom we very much feel the power of to be helping our lives from the misery we have to suffer were it not for him!”

Simon, Catahrina and August all looked at each other. Then Simon said in a low voice to his two companions: “I don't feel I have to apologize for not saying to myself that the man is real about actual wisdom! Furthermore I feel that if they do not say to us that we are welcome, then we are not obliged to feel they are for real about the world! Thereby I will from now on feel that they are not serious about being emotional the way they display that they are. ... I don't feel you are feeling the things we can be into, since we are the good people and they are the bad ones! I feel they can betray us anyway, and it really doesn't matter it they show feelings they don't deserve!”

Now another man had arrived, from the other direction. “I can see these strangers are evil enough to be shot right now, aren't they?” he asked the lady at the doorstep.

“Hmm,” she muttered. “Yes, please do away with this evil!”

The man thereby shot all three of them.

“I will hereby tell the man that he is free from this filth forever!” he said afterwards.

Issues on Freak and Fancy

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How One Should Behave for Having Certainty about One's Behaviour

Chapter one

“Attraction is about feeling good about one another! Why should we try to analyse the thought of being smart at nothing but pathetic adventures of rumours and so?” The woman who spoke seemed indignant over the man's comment.

“But it's true,” he boasted. “I can tell you're exactly like that second cousin of mine!”

The woman looked at him with a slight air of astonishment. “No, I can't find your second cousin to be even a bit like me nor the ones that I would prefer as company - even though they seem a bit too awkward, sometimes, to be actual sex objects - in that sense!”

“I can't find it in her, you know, that second cousin of mine, to be accepting that part of an attitude as actually feminine!”

“So what!?”

“I mean they - I mean you - don't all have to admit it, you know, that you're all into looking at that potential left between your legs as being so smart to keep hiding from those who feel awkward about it that they all seem fairly, or even very, content about feeling safe about the vagina as the absolute establishment of how one - meaning women - should behave as though they were good even though they were sadistically horny! Even the most horny men that I know cannot reason about themselves that way!”

Again the woman beside him looked indignant. “How can 'they', as you put it, be into pretending that it's the vagina that it's all about, when they seem to be into faking that they are attracted to anyone but those who are actually smart at seeing the vagina as the token of being into accuracy about our feeling of responsibility over attraction and softness towards the other gender!?”

“I can't find that to be what she was actually into not admitting! She has told me she thought of them as being the real friends if and when she felt like being that thorough about men! ... She said it to me when she was into speaking of men as somewhat attractive after all, because, like you, she's into being lesbian, usually!”

“I don't believe the women that you talk about, like she and her sister, are anything but totally pathetic - at least if it's the truth you have been telling me!”

“I don't find in me to be totally into believing them to be reasonable at all, but they seem quite a lot more representative of being female, and perhaps even of being lesbian, than you, I think!”

“I don't feel they're anything but pathetic! And I don't feel they're into anything that is anything but being immoral! Moreover they should not be seen as the representative of neither my gender nor of being homosexual!”

“I see it in her, and thereby you, to be pathetic about clearly seeming to be into the vagina as though it were a token of seeing it in the others to be absolute about aesthetics or something!”

“I don't see it in her to be even a bit like me nor my girls to be trusting about how to view ourselves as good enough to trust for company!”
  

Chapter two

The woman Steve had been talking to seemed to be interested in anyone but his sister, since the day he had that talk to her. Much relieved, he thereby took advantage of the situation and told the sis to be careful about them from now on.

“Oh, they aren't what I'd be interested in just the same!” she said. “But thanks for telling her! It's she who had it I was supposedly into that same kind of stuff as Ann-Sophie and her sister! And, yeah, it would be horrible to see it in me and them to be together about that kind of stuff!”

Satisfied, Steve thought out a plan about how to keep them from actually feeling they could be worth it for her. “It seems that they must, as of yet, be seeing the notion of themselves as the real confidence she should be into as a absolutely good enough concept for her, potentially!” he figured. Thereby he told her not to take advantage of the situation once they seemed thorough about believing she was into things they could be helping her with.

Steve's sister looked thoughtful. “It seems to me,” she said at last, “that she and whoever that could be would not reject, in that case, me nor my assumptions about what I want in life. However,” she said, “they could fairly easily reject the notion of me as a woman of realism - and thereby have me seem awkward enough for people to be exhorting and admonish about what there is to being a woman! It really matters to me that she had already done that to me once! But thank you anyway, and let's not try to be into me being the worse of than for example you! Cause didn't he try to do that trick on you, that guy from the tennis practice?”

Steve looked thoughtful. “He didn't try to harass me, although I wasn't into trying to do anything but insult him about trying to catch my attention in that sense! But even so I don't see it in him to be smart enough to actually trap me in the dilemma of viewing male competence as that kind of silly!”

Thoughtful again, Steve's sis said: “I don't feel we are actually into the same depth of trouble about them, in that case! But I feel we could be talking to them as reasonable to the extent that I can also find him to be smart at the same things that you've been telling me about, concerning for example her!”

“I don't know them that well! But could they seem to be that kind of smart at actually seeming realistic and confident at same time as timing themselves with their assumptions of themselves as totally clever because their penises are erect or something?”

“Do you mean that's what the lesbians do?”

“I mean that's what they're into trying to pretend those bastards who are men and try to score on me!”

“Alright, then! I'll try to find out to the extent I can who is into that kind of thinking about males and who also sorts out those that should be described as his for the night for it!”
  

Chapter three

“I can't feel lesbian about it in the first place!” Steve's sister continued complaining about the new woman to be onto her.

“But, Lina,” the woman retorted, “you seem lesbian to me! And the notion of them as better than us is the one you should be avoiding for the sake of actually being into regarding yourself as the supreme being that they should view as desirable - always more than you them!”

Lina looked at her with some astonishment. “I don't feel the lack of confidence that you're implying by saying so! I can't see it in you to be helping me whit any real problem, that is!”

“Then how should you go about finding a husband who says to himself to be the cool and brawny - or whatever - hunk to adore without that meaning that your own gender should be set aside as though always too inferior to be viewed as the real and important one?!”

Lina looked at her in disbelief. “No, I don't feel that I need to be that important about it!”

“Then tell me; how come do you feel that you don't have the confidence to be into a relationship with them as though they were not smarter than you when you tend to believe they're worth it for you?!”

“Oh! There's no problem in that! I feel the men I'm acquainted to aren't smarter than I in general even though they sometimes can be clearer on certain points than what I can.”

“I don't feel confident that you and not your would-be spouse would be deciding how, for example, the family should spend their vacation, nor do I tend to believe they would ever let you feel free to actually view yourself as certified as good enough for their fashion of virtue about that whatever you did believe they are supreme with!”

“I can't feel you have the right to imply that I have anything but that those guys tend to seem smarter, although they are not! I don't find it in me to need to be lesbian although I tend to believe that males are not necessarily smarter than us!”

“Then how come you feel awkward to be with except for when you seem to be into realism of exactly their kind!?”

“I feel confident they are not into realism of that kind except for that I encourage them to be it! Thereby, I don't feel they're less dependent on me than I on them!”

“I feel there's nothing telling us that they can't take advantage of that you are the one to have to be eager about their attitudes being adapted to you, in that case!”

“My! It's not true that I will be asking them to tell me what to say about things they care about! It's they, at least as often as I, who come to me and hanker after my confidence in them, and inspiration for them to be into those kinds of philosophies! Or at least it seems that way for me!”

“I feel they don't know what you're actually into in that case!” she said. Seemingly to Lina, she began musing at the thought of seducing her while saying that. Thereby she rose from her chair and left.
  

Chapter four

After tennis, Lina's brother again had a problem with a man who seemed to fancy him. It was to be said that he felt confident that this guy too was awkward enough to be ridiculous, although he this time felt that he actually ignored that fact about himself. Thereby he felt that the man should not at all be the one to be able to even speak to him at all.

Even so that man opened his mouth and said: “I guess your name is Benny! I saw that on the players list!”

“So what!?” Benny asked indignantly.

“Oh, I just thought you should be saying to yourself that I should be treated as the kind of player you could have a match with.”

“I don't feel like having your acquaintance!”

“I can't tell why they feel that they have the confidence to tell you that they don't tell themselves to keep you for themselves, while I am actually a better match for tennis!”

“I don't feel they or you should make that kind of decision for me!”

“Then how come they don't play with you as the kinda fellow who doesn't pertain to being open about partners? I mean they seem to be into that you switch partners just the same as most of us!”

“I wonder what they seem to be to you, then, 'cause I and the guys I've been playing with have not been totally open in that sense!”

“I guess you're not aware of that Andy has had you seem confident in the reality of switching partners for the sake of improving the tennis!”

“I guess I'll have to talk to Andy about that in that case!”

“I guess they don't know that you, as well as I, seem to be into trying to serve that ball as though there was a thought to be had about how to treat it as though it was a human being!”

Startled, Benny thought for a while. “If I do that, then why would there be anything but that's my business, whether or not you do it the same way?”

“I feel you and I are exactly alike and I would therefore want to play a game with you!”

“No, I can't agree with that we two will have to be playing together!”
  

Chapter five

“But as you said before,” Lina told her brother, “you're not into as much trouble as I am about it!”

Benny felt that it should be discussed at another level. “I don't mean that I have exactly that kind of trouble! I mean that I could have run into that same stuff as you have, though!”

“I guess that could be so! But what if there aren't any men who could actually insinuate that other men should be viewed as powerless against women - in that way the bitch I was forced to speak to during the lunch break did?!”

“Oh, Lina, I have a friend who has that kind of problem with them! He told me that two men are speaking to him that way! He keeps on telling me that they sordidly pretend he should be into them as soon as his mother or wife scolds him!”

“Hm. I guess that could be an exception, then!”

“I suppose so.”

“I can't say there are enough exceptions, probably, for us to be understood by men in general!”

“No, I can't say there must be, I guess. ...”

“I can't say they know what I'm into, what kind of trouble I have with them! And I can say they actually seem to care about it! That is most of them. ...”

“I can say that my problem is that women seem to be into that they would have to view us all as supreme, or that kind of fake supreme that you've heard about us, if they are to view me as a partner for real!”

“OK! So we both have sort of exactly that problem!”

“OK, yes! Yeah, I feel that it's supposedly arrogant of a guy to feel confident about his masculinity, while you women tend, I guess, not to even try to be into that kind of thing!”

“I guess you can feel that masculinity is about being hetero as well!”

“Yes, I can!”

“I guess you feel that I should be into treating women as though they were low if they didn't feel they were better suited for male than female partners of sex, then?”

“Yeah, I feel you as well as we - or I man at least I - should!”

“Then how come you seem to be into men and women seeming to be inapprehensible for each other only when they seem to be into male gay stuff?! I mean you really seem to be treating the problem as though they would tend to have the insults stay with us females as though that was a worthwhile situation to be had!”

“Do I?!”

“I think you have done that to me, although they markedly chose me before you, those women!”

“When?”

“I feel you did that to me last month, when those people tried to be into that both of us needed to move away from our parents house! I feel they got the impression that you were the only one who figured on the type of relationship that seemed correct for heterosexual attitudes only!”

“I can't feel that we're both into the same kinda trouble then. Because I can't see it in me to be confident that no one does anything to harm that emotion of pertinence to the type relationship that for example Jesus would advice us to have!”

“I can't feel that it's into some relationship already when it's Jesus it's all about!”

“I can't say that it couldn't be!”

“I guess I'll just have to try to find a way to do the feminine version of that then!”

“Yes, do try that!”
  

Chapter six

“I feel they don't aught to get into that kind of relationship!” the woman in front of Lina said.

“Why not?”

“Because they can't appreciate one another for that feeling of confidence, that's why!”

“I feel that you're not into anything but harassing the two of them! They seem potentially quite OK as a couple, even for wedlock, I think!”

“I can't find it in me to believe they are into a relationship that is about what women want! It's not that she and I didn't have any relationship that she is about; rather it's she who ignores the fact that nowadays she could run into me the same way as though she was still needing me!”

Lina looked at her. “Why do they always seem to fancy themselves as though they were always that better partner!?”

“Are you talking to me!?” the woman asked.

“No, to God, I guess!” Lina answered.

“Then I shall see it in you to be the kind of Christian that I shouldn't be relating to!”

“OK, great!”

“But tell me first: How come they always seem to be in defense of men, those heterowomen?!”

Lina sighed. “I can't say that you're actually into speaking to God when you say that!”

“Oh, God is that hetero, right?!”

“I can't feel confident that He is anything but that hetero!” Lina retorted.

“I feel God is a woman, and that She is as lesbian as I and the four other females in this office!”

“No, God is a male. And if He were a female, then he would be into that you and the others should be caring about the male gender too!”

“I guess She doesn't start to complain about it were it not for that male heritage stuff that is about that I and the others seem to be anti-masculine, just because we're gay!”

“Why do they always feel like complaining, as soon as they think, even, about that so-called 'male heritage'!?”

“I don't see it in that woman to be clear on that God wants there to be space enough for femininity to take over the world, now that the male heritage (which is not really a figment of our imaginations as this bitch implies) has fallen - or at least seems to be falling!”

“I feel that you must be more or less out of your mind to find it in God to be into that kinda feminism!”

“I feel that this imbecile before me must be treated as such!” she said and left.

 

Chapter seven

Benny seemed to be confident now that he was masculine enough to survive against the gays that could harass him, Lina noted. He seemed to be into that they would not be viewed as the realists that had some point against him that would be strong enough to put him down much. “I see that you feel lucky now that you're clear on that your problems with the gay are much lesser than mine are?”

“Yeah, I feel that kind of alright with myself about it!” Benny answered.

“I can tell that you and the woman you intend to score on aren't to be seen as the real losers in that sense, are you Benny!?”

“I guess we aren't! I can't say I'm confident that she doesn't pertain to other opinions, though, than those I can feel are good and worth it - for example in that sense, though, sis!”

She looked thoughtful. “OK! But in that sense, perhaps you could be into that she as well as I has a problem with the real nuisance the absoluteness of the reality that they seem to be into, those who are blessed with confidence!”

“I guess,” he answered thoughtfully.

“Then how are you to be understood as that guy who should be trusted, now that you feel that they aren't really smart at getting at your air of confidence in relationships and such!?”

“I could say that it could be trustworthy of me to be able to feel that way! Can't you, sis?!”

“I guess I can! But how come, then, do you say to me that she isn't a mature enough woman for you to the extent she can't adapt to the thoughts you have about that kind of stuff?”

“I guess can tell that she wasn't mature enough, actually, for me, if she didn't mean that there was not any way that she would disappoint me about for example that!”

“Then how come I should always be treated as the inferior to you whom you seem to be finding dumb enough to be ignoring, except for the friendship of being a sibling!?”

“I feel that the way I treat you isn't that you are so dumb, sis! I don't feel that she nor I will consider you the actual dummy of my family! So I don't feel that you should feel too insecure!”

“Then what do you mean by that I should be smartly treated as the inferior you insinuated by saying to me the other day that nobody wants a woman who seems to be up to believing she is into never asking a man about whom she would be saying to herself that she needs if she is into business of being responsible and moral!

"I don't feel confident that you are into decency and such yourself in a way that promotes finding out what we - women that is - feel about such stuff!” she added and sobbed.

“I can feel that you're up to women to decide about in a totally different sense than I have been into males to be that way about! I can also tell that you try to be smart enough at avoiding them to feel confident, but still are unable to remain smart at being yourself in the relationship sense, right?”

Again she sobbed. “Don't you know that the girls at in my office happen all to be lesbian - all but me! Thereby, I'm sure that I've been unlucky enough not to have to be looked down upon for much else than mere misfortune!”

“Hmh! OK, sis! I can tell you're actually about that misfortune if they really all are that way! But what if you weren't into them seeing you as their potential partner?”

“They don't see me as their potential partner except for that they all tend to view everyone as their potential partner! I also tend to think it's because Angela wanted me there, only, that I'm into this trap!”

“Oh! then Angela seems to be that cunning lesbian who actually assures you to to take advantage of the situation of that women's lib stuff, right?!”

“Yeah, it's her!”

“Then how come you're into relationships with anyone before that women's lib stuff is over with?! I mean wouldn't it be wiser to use that employment as a springboard into something normal instead?!”

“I guess so! But I can't seem to get away from them well enough to be into a new employment in that sense!”

“Then I agree with you that you're not imbecile about them! It's weird enough for me, though, that they seem to be thorough about having exactly you with them! How about letting them find someone else to be regarding as their catch to be had?”

“Yeah, I've tried that! But they seem then simply to have it that those should be of my interest as well as theirs!”

“Oh! That bad! Oh, that's horrible, sis!”
  

Chapter eight

“I feel confident now,” Lina said to herself, “that I too can consider them awkward in some sense that they don't want, but can't resist, if they insist on faking that she and I should have some kind of a love relationship! I even feel that I can confide in that nobody ever will try again without me seeing to it that they seem ridiculous for it!”

She felt ready, thereby, to start working on finding another job, without that seeming risky and/or mediocre so that the lesbians in her present work place were able to manipulate her into having to confide in them. In her office chair, she sat and pondered for a while, and then decided to soon after work try to hit on some fellow for the sake of confidence against them. She almost didn't need this, she felt, but was feeling insecure without some man to the extent that she felt that it was definitely worth it to do it.

“Strange that I didn't think about this before!” she thought. “I guess it must be that they all seemed so ready to feel that I was silly if I tried to be with that stranger of a man, somehow. “I guess what I've just learned, and what Billy has been doing for a long time, is more or less turning the table on them! I guess, also, that the boss and Angela both are into pretending that I feel insecure as long as the men are available for me!” With that she looked around in the office, where the only two male coworkers were studs that seemed into lesbianism as the only real attitude of a woman, she thought.

“I feel,” she said to herself, “that they are nothing but rabbitfish men for that notion! I also feel the girls around me, including the boss herself, hardly feel anything but worthwhile in being selfish about their interests in themselves as sexual objects for whomever that could be applicable for, and then also sort of into that no other males  -  perhaps  -  than those two should be showing them even something of an interest in that respect! Perhaps they're all into lesbianism because they all feel they're OK with nothing to be had about being normal!” she thought.

“I feel,” she kept on pondering, “that they nowadays will be that absolute nonsense that I have been into just for the sake of trying to be as immature as Angela had it I should be for being mature in her sense!”

In that she kept on pondering about this, she noticed her coworkers seem to be interested in falling for the thought of themselves as truly into business, while actually only piggy-backing on that sex sells. Thereby she came to the conclusion that the business was not actually into caring about what is said in the media, about women nor even women's issues, which Angela and then her boss had bragged about being able to do.

“I wonder why,” she thought for herself, “the women of this office seem disinterested in sex as soon as there are men about, and fairly interested in it if they aren't! I wonder also if they're into self-confidence that assumes men to be actual inferiors or actually really only inferiors on the surface, except when it comes to sex appeal!"

After work, she continued pondering on that notion, but also did the search she had intended to do: While skimming through lonely-hearts adds in the local paper, she saw one from some fellow who seemingly was enthusiastic about feeling women should look down upon him. With that she concluded that he must be the kind of guy the women at the office would never want to be accepted as anything but a fake. Strangely she felt a notion of that he considered himself enviable for being a man who could consider himself too low to be thought of as the chimera of rights that he probably, she figured, saw in other males to be in the sense that they thought they didn't apply to the definition females could have about selfish men.
  

Chapter nine

Steve went to work with the thought of his now seemingly likely girlfriend on his mind. When there, he asked one of his coworkers what he thought of her, trying to describe her as a woman of some class, but who still seemed a bit too lonely for actual potential - or seeming, at least - of having the kind of self-esteem that a woman of fine dignity aught to have. The coworker shrugged.

“I can't feel they don't seem to be into seeing it in themselves to be awfully mistreated by almost any male, and then simply trying their appeal on the next one, saying to him, as with the one before, that each man seems to be mistreating her!”

“Oh, my! You think that of her!” Steve answered.

“Yeah, I think that of most of them!” the man said. “But I also think they should be into confidence about us who are male to be reckoned with as for real in that emotional sense, which they keep implying only women care about being!”

“I feel they aren't all up to the same sort of mystery!” Steve objected.

“Oh, I can't say they're all into mystery in the first place! Just the thought of having the appeal of being seemingly mysterious, that's what they're all about!”

“I can't confide in you, then, because I don't have the illusion that they are all just the same!”

His coworker looked at him but said nothing. Instead he grabbed his hammer and went to work.
  

Chapter ten

As Lina went to work the next day, she spotted her coworker Chrissy seem to be horny about another, seemingly new, coworker. She looked at them with some disgust. “How come, Chris, do you pretend that it's only males that you believe are into sex, and still represent us by taking advantage of that new girl!?”

Chrissy looked up at her, seemingly startled. Then she answered: “How come you even question that!? We should all be working together against that this should be a male-dominated world! So thereby, we should all have to be into sex as the notion of confidence that we all should be about without their company! Thereby I have the right to train this girl in feeling superior even in that sort of sense!”

Lina looked at her and asked: “How come then, do you feel, seemingly, that the main trick we should have against the male kind is to to assert our none-sexual instincts, while at the same time harassing this poor woman into believing they shouldn't seen as our actual inferiors in that sense?!”

“I don't see that she couldn't be learning to take it that way while also learning to be female in every other sense of the word!”

The young woman beside her opened her moth and said: “I don't feel that I must very much learn that kind of notion of being female!”

”I don't see it in you to be anything but that bitch who cannot find confidence in actual womanhood, while she at the same time seems overly confident in the exact measurements of her own sanity of being such, I think!”

“We shouldn't be into seeing men as the inferiors were it not for that they actually want to revel much in that we seemingly become horny about them unless we're into feminism of an actually more real kind than that you should be harassing that other woman!” While saying this she pondered about whether or not she could actually tell the police that her coworker was trying to take advantage of a new girl in the office, and also about why she didn't think about this regarding herself with the boss and at least three of the other women at this office.

The girl beside Chrissy sobbed a little and then said: “I feel confident that you should never be into men and women as being alike! Because when there is supposed likeness, then there is also the notion that everyone should be into pretending that females are all supposed to be as sexual as males!”

“I don't feel that this notion of yours has anything to do with reality!” Chrissy bridled at her. “Most of all I shall -” There she was interrupted by Lina, who said: “Why don't you both try to believe in something better than that male attitudes should actually be viewed as our notion of what is for the better for all of man kind - so-called man kind that is! Don't be into that it isn't male chauvinism that shouldn't be seen as something of a notion of pretending sex appeal is the only thing for a woman to aim at for being resurrected and put into the power she deserves!”

“Gosh!” the new girl burst out, while Chrissy just stood there, her eyes narrowing and then she exploded: “I can't see it in you to be of actual feminism! The way they have been talking about you, some of the other girls - and even the boss  -  has told me that your mind is almost totally set on betraying what we all stand for! And now you have seemingly come to the conclusion that we should all stand for being inferior by being asexual creatures, while males should have the advantage of seeking sex for pleasure and power!”

The new girl looked at them and said: “I cannot find a way to understand those policies that you both are preaching, those that say we are all inferior unless we try to be sexual or not! Inferiority has not got anything much to do with being a sexual creature or not!”

“I for one,” Chrissy said, “feel that we are superior only to the extent we are sexual to the extent that male chauvinism cannot find a way to beat that notion of sexuality for the sake of their fatal ideals! With that I will conclude that the two of you are actually into male sort of feminism, which thereby harasses us to the extent that I had to teach her to be otherwise! And then you, bitch,” she said looking at Lina, “came here and told us the stuff that your brother, and is that perhaps dad - or even a new boyfriend of yours - has taught you!”

“I don't know what to say about that!” Lina admitted. “But I do know that the notion of our sexuality isn't to be seen as the only notion to be had about sex, and that their sex is fairly, if not very, different from ours! Even so, I saw you seem to be abusing this newcomer in a sense that I would like to figure on as mostly masculine, and then we could be together about defining them all as similar to what the notion of them has seemed to be, for example on this company's official website!”

The new girl turned to her and answered: “How can they be into believing that they're sex free and at the same time be sexual predators like that?!” She pointed at Chrissy.

After those words she exclaimed that she would try to sue this woman named Chrissy, and that she could perhaps be suing the whole company. Chrissy said that there was nothing to be suing her for, but then also thought of that Lina would perhaps be witnessing to her advantage. She thereby added: “I suppose the notion of sex should be into being discrete in the actual sense, and not trying to demonstrate that we can be as smart as the males at cultivating it!” And then, turning towards Lina: “Or isn't that what you mean by saying men are better than women at regarding themselves as free from being manipulable, and thereby at being free that way!? Or hadn't you said that to her?!”

“To the boss? Yes, I did. It seemed to be that way for me earlier, but now I've come to some kind of conclusion about how to do that in the feminine way!”

“I guess that means we should be trusting them as the notion of what there is to be done about our inferiority, then, huh?!”

“I don't agree!” Lina retorted, but somehow the cat got her tongue about continuing. She wanted, actually to say something like “I don't feel that they're actually superior now that I found this feminine version of what my brother had been doing.!” But somehow the atmosphere around kept her from having the right notion about it, she felt.

“I feel that you aught to tell yourself never to be obnoxious with us that way again, Lina! Thereby, I will tell you now, and thereby forever, that we all have found feminine versions of what males we knew, respectively, were into! It is not about male, nor is it about female that stuff! Thereby I can say that you're clearly into faking that you have an opponent in him, and that the so-called opponent in him isn't anything but a chimeric of that you care about the anti-male stuff! I can't see the pathetic attitudes you've been having as anything but the nonsense we don't need in this company!”

Chapter eleven

Lina did find another employment about two months later. Thereby she found herself at ease, seemingly from now on with her situation. But she wasn't able to view the others at her old work place as good enough for her to say to herself that she wanted to consider them friends, and thereby people (both male and female) at the new work place seemed not to want to confide much in her as a potential friend.

Steve, who now had a girlfriend, also seemed more content than earlier. He seemingly didn't care to pretend as if something about the change in his sister, and thereby couldn't very easily be asked about why she should be ignored by her new coworkers, she felt. Moreover, she felt somehow that she wouldn't want to confide in him, nor any other man, except for the notion of herself as being real about her own self-esteem, somehow. In that sense, she couldn't find him a brother at all, in a sense.

She too, however, soon enough got herself a relationship with one of the guys in her new workplace. She and he were very happy together for about two months. But after that time he seemed to slip away from her, she thought, by assuming she was superior for the sake of being too unreachable for her to be worth him. Then she decided to speak to her brother, after all, about it.

He related this to his own, very similar, relationship problematics and said: “I can tell you've really reached the goal of being into feminine attitudes against saying it's lesbian to actually be like a woman. Congratulations, then, sis! ... But now you're into my kind of problems, right?”

“Yeah, that's correct!”

“I can relate to the way you and he handled your new relationship and the way I see it, he is into that the notion of you as the woman to be sharing his life with became too dominant for him. You know, after all he can't easily know enough about you to be able to trust you enough to really stake his life for the relationship the two of you had. Thereby, I think it's a bit like me and my early women, that they seem to be too imbecile in the sense that they pretend I'm really not trustworthy, when like the only thing they must do is to pretend as if something about their own fortune or misfortune about happenings that more or less concern that relationship, if you follow.”

“Hmh. yeah. It is like that! And to the extent he didn't seem sort of imbecile, he seemed rather content with pretending I was actually his inferior just the same! This I recall you said about at least one of the early girls you had!”

“I see that you really have found the feminine attitude that matches my so-to-speak male chauvinism! Haha! Cause that's what several of my exes - and even you, by the way - sometimes defined it as!”

Lina also laughed. “Haha! Yes, I guess I really have done it!”

With that they decided not to cornily define that thing as male chauvinism ever again. Instead they could define it as a notion of that chauvinism was worth its while  -  and that this could apply to both men and women, who thereby readily defined the own gender as the proper one, and the other gender as the substitute one. It was no longer a problem for her to seem to be a woman of business, as long as she kept dealing with men as simply not able to reach her standards of being a woman. However, the women at the office of the new workplace considered her a potential threat against their femininity in that she was sophisticated at presenting herself as the woman that was good enough, seemingly for all males around. This, however, wasn't worse than the awful attitudes that she had finally escaped from. ...