A Routine Seduction

“This is a tedious party congress!” Leila said to her very recently befriended colleague Timothy. He was one of many whom she found that she fairly easily could address as if they were plausible as more important than the rest of the men around there. She knew that this could flatter just about everyone of them into finding her attractive, and thereby into conceiving her favour to be of importance. She was rather sophisticated in her manners about this; able to convey herself as the kind of person to have the right to be entertained and/or cared for as a fellow party member, more than any one else he knew about.

The man she just spoke to looked at her and answered: “Yeah! Me too! I guess it's a bit too tedious for us all!”

“I have a notion of that they won't mind,” she said, “if we have the competence to pretend as though we were supposed to be finding them less amusing than what they suppose they are.” She looked at him with an air of confidence.

He looked auspicious, and drew his breath with an air of hoping that the two of them would confide in each other privately or even intimately. “Let's go then, to the restaurant on the second floor! There, perhaps, we can find the atmosphere for relating to each other about how to take this topic to another level!”

She smiled at him. “I hoped you would say that!” she answered.

After a few minutes, the two of them sneaked out the congress hall and out into the lobby. They took an elevator to the second floor where they ordered a table for two. A waitress showed them a little table with some dainty grace to it. She said that someone would be back with a menu in just a few minutes.

They seated themselves and looked at each other. Leila then figured that he was a man with a spark pretending that he would be above his present career stage fairly soon. This she was very used to. Most of the guys she dated seemed to be that way. Smugly, thereby, she said: “They seem to be interested in feeling that we should sit here and be cozy about the atmosphere! Do you feel you and I should sit next to each other, or tease one another by looking each other in the face?” This she hoped would catch his interest only enough for there to be a notion about her in him as a good catch, so that she would more easily be able to catch a better fellow.

“I would very much like to sit here right beside each other!” he answered. “But since this is a public restaurant, I think we aught to keep on sitting on opposite sides of the table!”

“How come,” she asked him, “do you feel like sitting opposed to me when you don't feel like facing me as fitting enough for our party to say that I don't want to betray the confidence of an air of genteel value that suits our values?”

He looked at her and felt ashamed. Saying nothing he straightened his posture and then asked: “Do you feel like going somewhere afterwards, or shall we just call this a lunch without any issue of developing a relationship?”

“I feel like pretending as if nothing about that we were here, and thereby I don't feel like going somewhere afterwards!” she answered.

A male waiter arrived and gave them each a menu. She ordered a stake and he plaice. For drinks they both abstained from taking any beverages. He ordered soda and she juice.

“I feel, Timothy,” she said, “that there aren't any ways to confide in that we are into anything but attitude problems unless we both agree not to get involved too much with one another as though we were in league with those we have to despise but still look up to!”

He looked at her. “In that case, why did you bring me here in the first place?!”

“It's because they seem to be interested in there not being any possibility of at least some good intrigue against their possible imperfections!”

She looked at his face. He seemed to be confident that he would sooner or later be related to as good enough for such conspiracy. Thereby she had gotten him where she wanted him. She could assume, she felt, that he could be used as the spring board she might need for catching really powerful guys!

Hidden Crimes

Deborah told her half-sister Sheila that she knew that the police knows about the dark statistics that hide how real cruel killers get away with their most atrocious crimes.

“Oh! You really mean that?!” Sheila asked. “Or do you mean the police tells us all about it!?”

“No, really, I mean that they pretend as if nothing about them! It's simple enough for them! The potential lunatic killers are capable of terrorizing anyone, sort of, without that being known by us all! Or perhaps that is just some - or at least a few - of them!”

“So how do the police go about the fact that they are dangerous for us?! Cause it's not true, is it, that they really don't care for the public to find out!? I mean how do they repress their existence? Do they find us to be the ones not worthy to think about?!”

“They say to themselves that we don't have to know about them! Because they're just potentially dangerous. When they're extreme and unusual evil or cruelty surfaces, they chicken before the public! That is they see to it most of us don't learn about them! I suppose they might be afraid that their original evils or cruelties will be imitated, and that they don't want to have to deal with all the potential copy-cat crime that could come out of it!”

“It's not we who are innocent of being their friends who would tend to do that type of copy-cat crime, though! I cannot find it in me to say that they are about us and our beliefs in sanity and care for our fellow human beings in their considerations for the public! I can't say they care at all about us! They just care about those lunatics and their families!”

“I know. That's why they all feel that we're going to be ahead of the rest of the world, when it comes to that our obscure corner of it will be exposed for the many opinions that are out there!”

“I feel that we are not a really obscure corner of this planet, the planet that does in fact no have any planets, and which doesn't pertain to being anything of the square kind!”

“Debbie! Each and every vacation here you speak to us as though you were the tutor of things here! But remember, you aren't more than to a quarter of this country's heritage! I suppose they won't find out how our mother was killed, anyone that is, and that just because the god damned police here doesn't lift a finger to inform the public of all the cruelties that can be committed around here!”

Looking at with graceful solemnity, her half-sister answered: “I assure you that there will in the same way be certainty for us to be cruel back! For it comes out of our culture the respect for the necessity of the cruelty that is of nicer kinds than those who assume they're better and thus just see to it that they get the upper hand of the ax, so to speak!

“Moreover, sis, you and I have pathetically pretended they aren't cruel enough in this godforsaken country to be interested in pretending we are mercied about well enough for there to be a gratefulness in us, and upon this an expectation upon them to be absolute about there having to be justice done when there is absolute need for it!”

Sheila sighed at this. “I can't see why, even so, we can trust them to be real about the redress needed for actual redemption for victims like us! I say I want you to, then, to also speak to our half brother about it!”

“But Timothy isn't about searching for clues about what he and she were all about! I mean he always would be partial with the police and he wouldn't understand what this elderly couple would do to us - including you and him - if there wasn't any reprisals from us, ready to do them in case of surprises from the police themselves!”

“But there are laws here! I mean we aren't the wild west, left alone Sicily! Why do you think they would be so cruel to me if they had the chance to give the police the chance to behave as though they had everything under control?! They wouldn't here - at least no all that easily - be into cruelty against those innocent of believing a crime should be hidden form public!”

“Oh! It seems you don't know then! It's the Russian mafia that rules around here! I mean, just like the Lithuanians, we don't stand a chance, usually, to keep on being powerful against the hidden powers of those groups of people who rule them!”

“Why do you start talking about Lithuania?! It's not about them but us! Besides they aren't into the business of trying to be perfect about being innocent when one is seemingly responsible for what happens while seeming to be cruel to one's opponents!”

“I spoke about the Lithuanians because they're into the same war with the authorities of the east, and just about the same class struggle with those of the west!”

“Yeah! But how come you find them comparable? - I mean apart from those two types of battles against authorities! I don't find myself at all much like a Lithuanian girl apart from that I also feel they are responsible also for our country's troubles! That is they're into trying to be responsible for the sake of seeming great at trying to be generous about their own virtue of being capable of seeming to be the alternative of Satan or something, while we - and that is you as well as me - are about trying to be clear about that Satan isn't good enough for us in the first place! I mean that's a complaint I have about them, that they always try to be sophisticated about attempted moral, instead of just leading it up to the cruelty of not giving in to him in the first place!”

Debbie thought for a while. “Even so, they're just into the same shit about the mafia from the east, and they're not going to try to put forward an attitude of no response against it! That's just like us! Besides you're being prejudice against them! So let's not continue talking about it!”

Sheila made a faint sound that sounded a bit like a hiss but also like a sigh. “I can't say we aren't into the same kind of ridicule from the Russians as they are, so okay, I can agree. Even so, I suspect that they aren't into the same kind of cruelty against the cruel as our fellow countrymen - and women - are!”

“Why shouldn't the police look into that business of trying to be involved with the mafia?! I mean they are all into it! That is, all over the place, there are people who are loyal with the sophistication of the cruel and sadistic, just because that mafia wants to use them!”

“I know! And that is exactly why I don't get into the mafia business of this region! I mean we're only partly form this part of the world, and remember it's I who told you about trying to be cruel to those none-inclined to be clear about thoughts that pertain mostly to their part of this world! I mean, I, in the first place, was clear about this being a dangerous war on, and not really a good place for us, not to mention our mother, to keep hanging around in!”

“I know but that's why I told you about all the business I am into around here! You know, my father has taught me a whole lot about the stuff that goes on. I know you feel that it's cruel to declare it be wise to certify our cunning as better than the rest of the world's, but I still feel you aren't into the business of trying to help our mother get resurrection from them by just complaining about them!”

“I feel we aren't into being certain, then! Those who feel we are strangers here can feel that just the same! I feel that it's the accent that would matter a whole lot more, to the extent we tried to speak like the natives!”

“I don't follow!”

“I mean they don't have any accent to begin with! I who have trained on learning, and you who seem to me to have already learned their language, are still, even you that is, strangers in their county, I think!”

“I find it in you to be of an attitude that doesn't suit me anymore! Will you now please stop annoying me and also try to find another emotion to pertain to the next time we speak!?”

The Family Quarrel

“I feel startled,” grandpa said to his daughter's two young children, “startled by that they all seem to be content in believing that I am dishonest!” Then he turned to his daughter and added: “In fact, I feel that it's you, and the others who accuse me, who are perfidious about it!”

His daughter looked at him with some amazement. “There are not any alternatives but to view you as perfidious, in that they,” she indicated her children, “ don't have to abide by that kind of talk in here! You have been insinuating that they, not I, should manipulated to assume they are inferior to the interests that you have in their potential hopes for our family to be united again!”

“I can't aspire for you,” her father answered. “I can't aspire for y'all to try to fake that I am not a caring fellow! Thereby, I shall abide now by my own intuition as I tell them my side of things!”

His granddaughter looked at him with slight interest in what he might have to say. Her two years younger brother also looked interested, but not about what he might have to say, but about what his sister might make of it.

“I feel,” the grandpa said, “that the alliance between your parents and the one between them and my two other children, and then also their wife and husband - and even their children - respectively, are about pretending they're into a point about me as though I was pretending they were assuming I was answerable to their suppositions about him, that dear old gold champion. Thereby, it seemed to them that I was being irresponsible for the credibility of the golf club!”

His granddaughter looked at him something that could be interpreted as mock conviction. “The golf club has no reason to suppose we're interested in their credibilities!” she said.

Her mother looked at her old man and said: “No I don't insinuate that they should be discussing the golf club's doings!”

He looked at them and stated: “Whatever you say about me, I don't feel they have any reason to believe they are opinionated about the family that we have here and the way we're doing things, as if it were their business!”

His grandson no looked at him and answered: “Grandpa! There's not any reason to have it their golf course should be here and interfere with our discussion about the topic of your opinion about the family life that we have here, grandpa!”

His mother looked at him. “I feel,” she said to him, “that you and we should all try to get over that grandpa is so interested in pretending that his golf club's doings are so worth-while to have anything to do with! It's not your grandpa, it's I - and your father - who are the care-takers that should be considered your reliable guardians! Not he! And he thereby could be considered a person who just fakes that he cares about us!”

The grandson looked at his grandpa. “I consider you to be a reconcible person!”

The grandpa giggled and said: Thank you! But I think you mean reconcilable by that!”

The granddaughter looked at the two of them. “Why, then, grandpa, do you feel that I am not reconcilable, since I was the one to treat you with respect in the beginning of this discussion?!”

“What do you mean by that I haven't found you reconcilable?! I considered you reconcilable at first, but then I did not continue viewing you as such. That is only a consequence of that you seemed to smear me with pretension that I was not into the truth about feeling sincere about my family. Was that not you who said that I and my golf club were not accountable for the credibility - or credibilities you said - of our family?!”

Businesses of Obscure Certainties

He looked at the bunch of youngsters at the table in the reception hall, and repeated, rather obstinately for the receptionist: “Excuse me, I really do think they're more out of line than they aught to be! I mean,” he added, turning to them, “ that you shouldn't get involved in these matters at all unless you have a real reason to believe we can appreciate it from ya'!”

The receptionist looked at him and asked: “Do they know what they have in their suppositions as to where they lead their conversation, or are they just plainly obnoxious enough not to cerebrate about it before they start saying things that shouldn't be said?”

The old man he had spoken to looked at him and answered: “They don't know what they're getting into, but they know damned well I don't want them to get involved in the businesses of my fiancee's brother-in-law!”

One of the youngsters he had been complaining about looked up at him and said: “I forget what you said last Thursday! Was it that they were into public drudgery - or was it that we all should be saying to each other that they are not into anything that is all for the public to be discussing?!”

The old man inhaled through his nose in a semi-gentle way, which at the same time was a little bit into being sarcastic. He looked at the punk who had just spoken to him and said: “It's none of your business to be presenting what his public drudgery are about! They shouldn't be talked about as if there was a point to calling them even mannerisms; nor kinky endeavors; much less so!”

The five friends at the reception-hall table had all while he was speaking turned their eyes towards him. Now four of them began looking at each other, while one young woman kept staring at him, intransigently and stubbornly. Another young woman, apparently her sister, looked at her, and wondered if she was going to say something, but she didn't.

But a third girl in the group, and the fellow who had first answered the old man did. They spoke almost simultaneously. The woman said that she felt that the old man was silly enough to be faking that he had the authority to decide what is to be talked about as public opinion, while the guy said about himself that he, for one, felt that the old man should go and set up a front of behavior that matched his statements about the stuff they had been talking about.

Upon that the girl with who had glared said: “I want them to know that he seems to be into their business much more than a man of his status should be! I am going to tell them not to let that sister-in-law marry him!”

The old man looked shocked for a moment, then just anxious to ascertain and demonstrate that his liability as a friend of that family was solid and sturdy enough for them not to need, nor want, to begrudge him and his coming loyalty to them.

The girl who had glared giggled. Then she added: “And moreover, I will tell them that you are not the powerful man they suppose you are! They will know that your rivals have it in them to despise you nowadays! And I will tell them that you are an old sap whom no one would want to marry except those who are not given a chance to be realistic about their interests!”

The girl who seemed to be her sister looked at him and added: “Yeah! It's not in our league, anymore, to regard your threats as worthy of attention! It's not in our league to nowadays stand for that your opinion is much to be dealt with, as though there was anything to it that weren't there in order to pretend you have the authority to give orders to those better at maneuvering and mastering gimmicks about those not inclined for our society. You even seem to be one of them nowadays!”

“I can't see that you even know what you're talking about!” the old man answered her.

“Then how come they all speak about you as if you had the responsibility for having an air of being someone to reckon with?!”

The old man looked at her as if in chock. Then he seemed rather sophisticated just the same when he responded: “You don't even have any idea what their deceptions can be leading you to of disaster! I will not permit that kind of talk about me! And I will not allow you to talk any more about the enterprises that my friend, who is the brother-in-law of that girl I was supposed to be pretending i wanted! He will not forgive that kind of nonsense about his business!”

The girl who had glared now spoke to him as if he was not of real substance, as something that was supposed to be real, though it just couldn't be: “I wouldn't trade my contempt for you against any smart way to get into the relationship with power that you try to brag to us about! It is about being into the type of power that we all had to be about, during the war with the clan of Wadesantis, that they say you weren't good enough for it! It's not you, it's us, it's we who nowadays rule this district! It's not they who should give that girl up for marriage for the sake of an old fogey who doesn't realize that he isn't made of stuff that's valid in current times!”

The receptionist looked at the youngsters and at him. After thinking about things he proclaimed to the old man: “I cannot help you as long as they are into current times as what you couldn't be accounted for, unless you can prove the old times to be of value far more than they think.”

The girl who had glared now stood up. Looking the old man in the face she said: “I dare you to pretend we don't have a point in viewing you as the type of looser we don't believe they want any form of contact with! I dare you to pretend we aren't for real when we say that you are the loser in that you can't seem for real about the business about the Wadesantis and the mining industry they tried to claim!”

The old man looked at her with a slight edge of uncertainty to him. It was not clear to him if she had actually heard those things about him. She thereby wanted to make clear that she absolutely had no reason to see it in him that he was an interesting man. Thereby she spit in his face, and sat down.

He took up a napkin, and began drying the spit off. Then he claimed: “You don't have any business doing that unless you want also that one views you as the ridicule of suppositions that say they are for real about their enterprises! Besides, you do not know whom you're talking with! I am the president of that mining industry! And I have no idea how they managed to convince you that I am a man to be spit at as if I were a loser and they wouldn't have any use for me!”

The girl who had just spit at him answered: “Okay! It's they who are liars! As they have it, you are the looser who is trying to get into their business, which would be the mining industry. Okay, old fella! I'm sorry I spit in your face!”

The old man looked offended. “For the sake of the mining industry I shall not marry that woman, then. But why do you feel that I am the one not to be involved in the affairs that say something about the rumors you've been hearing? Or do you intend to help me find out about it? Because if that's your intention, then I will forgive you for spitting in my face!”

She looked at her two male friends. But neither of them gave a sign about what to say. Then she looked at her sister, who just shrugged. Finally she looked at the other girl in the company, but she said nothing, just stared back at her.

“I find it in my friends,” she announced, “to find it in me to have to speak for myself! Thereby I will say to you that the man who said this stuff to me is the son of a chief of the uprising oil company, which has just bought big property near the Alluseta harbor.”

The man looked at her. Then he grabbed his cell phone and messaged something by SMS. After that he looked quite firmly at the girl and asked: “How can I be sure that's the truth?! I know nothing about why he would ever speak about me at all! I have not dealt with those people of that uprising oil company!”

She shrugged. “I don't have to take that as a reason to believe you can be trusted when you say to me that you have been blackmailed in the first place! I cannot believe they wouldn't be truthful enough for me not to tell you all I know about them!”

Indignantly, the old man looked at her. “Then how come,” he asked, “you don't find it in me to even have to be into something of knowing that I can really rule over their industry fairly soon! I just sent an SMS to someone to take over their business!”

She looked back at his indignant face. It was seemingly to her he who saw things in her that weren't there! This was so even though she knew she hadn't trusted him in the first place.

Thereby, she gave an air of that he had made her feel unwanted. “I don't feel upset with you in that you are not trying to show me enough legibility for me to see you as my friend! But I feel upset over that I can't see in you to be trying to see to it that winning concepts are treated as such! For me such a winning concept is that we all should settle for that you, if you did buy that business now, have a winning concept in that I can tend to elucidate that we are as strong as you are in business. My father owns, among other things, an oil company that was about to buy that one - only my father couldn't, if he did, figure out why they were seemingly not into being smart at pressuring bankers and such into dealing with them. Because it seemed that those were into ruining his business if he tried to get at the little rising newcomer. So, if you now have bought their business, then we are actually rid of a rival, meaning that we will no longer have to deal with them! But, as we do have to deal with you, I shall not rule over the businesses of my father's empire. Instead, I will let you see to it that he (our rival) isn't a winner in this context! But I will later on, with my father's assistance, rule over this empire of ours, become its crowning glory of sorts - I and my sister will rule over it, together with our two brothers!”

The old man listened to what she had to say. He could tell she was bragging, but not what she meant by it. Thereby he just answered. “So what?”

The sisters both now looked very annoyed. The one who had done the talking answered him that she had said it because the business was the business that was going to take over the world some day. The other sister looked at her and then said: “I think we shouldn't be bragging before this old fellow!”

She seemed to be right. Because the old man was laughing a bit at her sister. But she insisted:

“I don't have any way of viewing myself as an imbecile who couldn't be into the richest businesses of the four districts to the west of this one. I also can't help myself but to experience a joy out of knowing that my own father built this business by means of ardor and clarity on it! I forever will love my father for ever so smartly ruling business in the west for the sake of our family and for the sake of my life to-be, and become one of the greatest rulers over our district, over the Caratoga's district and others that we nowadays can claim as our dominions. I did forsake that this district should be ours some day, just as you know you just bought the company that is our rivals, just as that, we will buy the companies that are about in this district, which I assume you have much property in?!”

But while she was speaking the old man had left. He was now in his room, communicating with his laptop, about some terror he wanted to be done against the family of the five people he had just spoken to. ...

Cool Ways of Considering Them the Dirt Needed for Being Deleterious

“I don't consider them scary!” she bragged, when her mother talked about “those evil boys” on the block.

Her mom looked surprised and said: “Darling, you don't have to pretend they're not scary enough for you to say that you don't want to be with them! I know, for certain, that you don't have a notion of them as being the same as us! We are not like the boys! We are not silly enough to pretend is's cool to be into really pretend everyone should be mistreated and then labelled as immature when they aren't ready for it!”

“I can't find it in me to find them to be scary, just the same, mom! Because I find it in them to be frightening only if one pertains to acquittal, prudery and such!”

Her mother looked at her in slight chock. It was not she who was at all like her daughter about this! It was this type of attitude she would have expected only from a man!

“It's not very easy,” she said at length, “to find them to be of acquittal and prudery, or so, for the sake of being a prude person oneself! But I guess you really feel they are smart enough to want to be with them! And thereby you pretend to be as uppish as they are! ... Don't even see yourself as my daughter anymore! I consider you hereby to be not of my family, but only the filth I really had to cope with and thereby have to deal with as if she were my own flesh and blood!”

“Mom, I don't have to deal with that you no longer feel up to being a parent! After all, you find it in me to be just like yourself! Because, otherwise, how come they fucked you in the first place, the boys - like my dad, whom you fucked just so that I could enter that stomach of yours, and become this so-called filth that you had to deal with!”

Shocked again, Lisa's mother took a deep breath. “I,” she said, “never dealt with them as if they were anything but the kinda filth that I wanted only for the sake of bedtime glory! I wasn't after it for anything but for the sake of money and lust for the sex that doesn't deal with lust as though it shouldn't be there!”

“I know, mom! that's why I say it!”

Her mother looked astonished. “It's why you say what?!” she burst out.

Lisa sighed. “Mom, I don't say what, because you don't need me to say who I am! Remember, I'm not your daughter, and according to your standards, consequently, I'm not the type of girl you should want to know anything about!”

Her mother looked at her, puzzled this time over her insolence about her lack of care about her family. “Look, Lisa, I didn't mean that when I said you were not to be at all what I consider my responsibility! I mean I have to look after yo, because it is stated in the law! Thereby you should speak to me now, and tell me what you think it means that those boys aren't ready to see moral as something worthwhile - and not just pretend for me that you are not my responsibility! ... I have, for the sake of spite tried to figure them out, but now that I, in the first place, can't find it in you to be like myself, now I have to ask what they - and thereby you - are all about!”

Lisa looked at her mother with some respect for her with slight avidity for her aspirations. It seemed now to her that her mother was of the cunning kind that shouldn't be treated as though they had a point of view that wasn't to be respected. “I consider myself,” she said at last, “to be the filthy type of woman, whom they shall try to find out about how they can find her to be robust enough to be reckoned with without hesitation as the one to be viewed as clear enough on their points not to be trouble for them. I mean I can find it in me to be of the sort that doesn't seem to be filthy, but still can seem to be real about their points about being masculine! Thereby I'm always filthy! See how I find myself at home with never even bothering to stand up against being nasty and downright dirty with my horny will to see it in myself not to be of anything but the type of hardy attitudes that are necessary to be with those types of fellas!”

Her mother looked down, seemingly thoughtful about why she hadn't figured this out about them. After a while, she opened up and said: “I too can start to be down-right dirty, then, with them! I too can find it in me to actually understand them just as long as I'm down-and-right dirty, dear! From now on, thereby, I will not scold you for having such an attitude! It's just that form now on I will no longer be the mom that you can consider to be a caring guardian of the life that we have! So, you and I can from here on try to understand these fellows without trying to be into seeing them as the supreme beings they seem to be otherwise! From now on, I too will be filthy about them! From now on, I too will pretend for them that they are just the same as the notion of filth that I have in my body for it! ... Cool stuff that you happened to figure out a way to deal with those gangsters, just as I was giving up on really being into trying, even, to deal with them!”

“Okay, mom! Then you and I shall, from here on, be filthy about them all! Okay, let's start to deal with them as such, mom!” the daughter said happily.

“I see that they won't be the trouble I thought they were, then! But how come, Lisa, do you find it in them not to be crude enough not to be considered weird or at least awkward when it comes to society's requirements of us pertaining to humility and so?!”

“I don't consider them to be worthy of my attention for that sake, ma! I just dig them enough to find them to be amusing for me when I want to be really crude! I don't want to be dirty all the time!”

Seductive Cunning

Voluptuous, pretty and without second thoughts, she seated herself before him. He noticed her smug but still rather lovely smile, which he felt beckoned to him, inviting him to have any sort communication with lustful content with her. But he still had on his mind a dirty old hag whom he had run into fairly recently, and who pretended he was inviting her for an escapade of potential intimacy. So he refused all the same to pay much attention tho the young, dirty and sensually good-looking girl-like lady before him now.

She noticed his hesitation before her as a commitment to be faithful to his self-esteem and thoughts of himself as a dignified man. She did not notice his disgust, which wasn't about her, anyway, but with an old lady she had nothing to do with. Even so, she mistook herself about his mind.

She would otherwise almost certainly have seduced him, eventually probably even into almost blind egocentricity. But, as it was, she gave up and moved away to the other table again. He glanced sideways towards her and thought about her as voluptuous for a reason that he could not figure out. There was something to her that seemed cunning to him now, although she had just interrupted herself from succeeding in whatever she was about with seeming interested in him.

Thinking about it, he figured she was perhaps into seducing him for his money. But then again, why would she expect him to be such a rich man. It was then perhaps for some other reason, such as ... he couldn't think of anything.

Two days later he again met the young lady, this time in a park, right near his work place. Now she only looked at him as if he was too proud a fellow to ever get into contact with. Also, she was walking arm-in-arm with another woman. This did not say much about her, only that she was not too extravagantly into only male company.

He was walking alone, just taking a short break from work. She passed him without noticing his disappointment with that she seemed to interpret him as - was it unreachable? It seemed weird for him to think about himself as such.

The girlfriend of the young woman seemed, though, to notice this disappointment. She looked at him with an introverted smile, but seemed more content with viewing her girlfriend as important by his comparison than that she would want to make her girlfriend change her mind. Possibly she intended, he thought, to feel about her that she was the only woman in the world and that no one, no man nor woman, should ever interfere. But more likely, it seemed, she simply didn't want to get into new people too easily.

He thought about his wife, how she would have become jealous, eventually, probably, had he happen to strike luck, so to speak, with these two girls. He thought then also about their three children. Their eldest, a daughter, would perhaps be into blackmailing him in her school. The two younger ones, both boys, would perhaps both ignore it. Possibly either one could be annoyed and even angry about it, and perhaps he would eventually have to leave his whole family because of it.

Now what if he hadn't been married, he figured for himself. Then perhaps she could have been just about all the luck in the world, that young woman with the smug smile, and that girlfriend who seemed into her like a woman to adore and fancy - potentially, as he imagined it could be, together with whomever she fancied - and if that would be him, perhaps he would have, as a single guy become very happy for a while. ... Eventually, though, perhaps these two young sensual women wouldn't even be happy about the choice of relationship they had in him. Perhaps they would then themselves go out and blackmail him, for the sake of feeling good about their own virtues of being women to be taken by other men - or perhaps other women, or perhaps both.

Then what would I do, he thought for himself, if I was this man who had become lonely just because he didn't have any wife, nor children, to take care of his feelings for human kindness and warmth. What would I then have done in order to stay away from the notion of the female gender as always so very very sensual?

The Family

“Why,” the mother asked, “do you find it in me to support those enemies of theirs?!”

“It's because,” Julie, one her four children, answered, “there's no point in pretending, otherwise, for you, that they are loyal with us!”

“I agree!” her son Dean said. “And moreover they wouldn't be the one's to be loyal with, even enough for there to be a nuisance for you in that we accuse them!”

The two other siblings seemed to agree as well.

“I support them only to the extent that they are good people! So to the extent you don't support my loyalty to them, then you have an disloyalty towards God and care for Jesus!”

Julie looked at her. She found her to be amusing, or so it seemed. Dean and the two others looked at her, and wondered if she was going to say something. She didn't at first. Instead her brother Charlie asked her: Is it that she talks Jesus you're laughing at, or is it that she's totally wrong about what moral is and that she still keeps on insinuating that even Jesus is with her about this?”

“It's because she speaks Jesus!” Julie answered. “And it's also because she speaks moral as if she really knew what she was up to!”

Charlie looked at her. He couldn't figure out if she by speaking Jesus meant to mention him at all, or to pretend he was even part of the whole conspiracy that he felt their mother had.

Dean also looked at her. He found her to be smart at saying what there was to say, but not smart enough at saying exactly what one should to such a woman as the one they had in their mother.

The forth sibling, Anton, stood for that the mother was sort of with Jesus and sort of with the mentioned enemies. He did not think that Jesus were with those enemies of the people that stood for him. Thereby he concluded that since they didn't stand for Jesus the way he knew his mother to, she must be loyal with them for the sake of an advantage over the sort of people who weren't much of loyal with Jesus.

The mother looked at her four children. She seemed to be indifferent to what they wanted to believe her to be. At the same time, though, she stood there with an air of that she wouldn't be the woman to be anything but well-liked, by anyone - including her children - who cared not to expect the devil's sophisticated attitude to be his or her ally for it. for the sake of seeming innocent she said: “I thereby see in her that she is loyal with Jesus only on the surface! We shall thereby from here on dismiss her from most of our family loyalties with her!”

Dean looked at Julie, then he said: “I can't see much of a reason to be disloyal with her just for that!”

“Me neither!” Anton said.

Charlie looked at the two of them, then said: “I will be loyal with my family, but not with the parts of it that speak ill of the rest of us.”

The mother looked at them and sighed with an air of grandiloquence. She also radiated something of love for her family. It was not until she smiled that the four siblings understood where she was coming from: “I cannot see in my family that they have as much loyalty with God as I have! I can, though, see in them that they do not care for caring for idolatrous people. It seems, perhaps, that I wold be the one to care too much for such people?! But what I have in them is not to see me as a believer in masses of different loyalties, but to view me as a friend of their loyalties to that I can lead them to become Christian some day.”

Julie sighed. “Mom! You don't have to be Christian in order to be well-liked among them! It is not they who will be happy when they one day discover you have simply been trying to lead them into Christianity! They will not be loyal with Christ! They are as heathen as the people of the sunshine route of the Quat-Evinhoe constitutional establishment!”

The mother looked at her and answered: “I will have nothing to do the people of Quat-Evinhoe! But I will, I assure convince some of these new friends to eventually become Christian! They will, I assure you, love Christian ideology just as much as we all should be doing by now, because I have seen it in them that they are almost as Christian as Dean and his friends.

Dean looked at the others. “I cannot see why they all seem to be faking that they are about as I! I cannot see in them that they are anything better at being a Christian than those people who never see any light at all when they are ... on the other side!”

Charlie and Anton exchanged glances for a few moments, then Anton said: “I don't get it! Firstly you,” he indicated his Dean and his mother, “stand for seeming Christian in the sense that you stay loyal with being clear on what is morally smart in sense of authority! Secondly you tend to pretend that I am not loyal with the notions of being moral, just because I'm not as impressive about it! Thirdly you look at Julie as sort of not to be viewed as smart at being distinct and pronounced at what she is of clear on what is real and what isn't! But then you also pretend I am not to be seen as clear on what is smart for us all to be apparent and evidently sincere about - and that without me being disloyal with my family or anything that we all want to be presented as!”

His mother looked at him and answered: “It is not to our benefit to seem loyal with seeming responsibility for seeming clarity of sincerity! It is not to our benefit to pretend to be loyal with just about anything that is clear on seeming adapted enough to standards of love and understanding! It is not to our advantage to pretend as if something about those who are subordinate as if they were good enough to be seen as anything but parsimoniously into faking that they are worthy of our attention!”

Julie looked up :”Now I finally get that part! You seem to be good enough for worthiness of superb quality! But that's just because you don't view worthiness as much else than power or at least the ability to empower oneself to seek obvious worths in one's vicinity and so.”

Charlie looked at the mother and said: “Perhaps you then can understand that I also am within the vicinity of worths for the sake of seeing in oneself that one is of value that is unbreakable! Perhaps you and the others,” he looked at his siblings, “can find in me to be of worth to you! The sense it makes to fake that I am not moral is what it seems to be that goes with the notion of them to be the assumptions about worth that we should want to get into contact with!”

Anton looked at Charlie and then their mother. “If you really feel we are not to be viewed as sincere unless we are of value for those who take for granted we are not Christian, then how come we all should to tend to unfrock Julie and perhaps others of us? How come we aught to be a family that unfrocks just about anyone except those who are not Christian for the sake of Christianity?!”

His mother looked at him and said: “It's not in your business to be regarding them as none-Christians! It is in our business to care for morals in the sense that wakes the Christian spirit in them all! Thereby I declare it to be nonsense that you all should be distrusting me about my value for this family for the sake of reassuring ourselves against those who find themselves not to be part of Christ's faith! I declare, thereby, there be no discussion about your sister! And I declare there be no further responsibility towards her!”

Julie looked at her mother as if for the first time. Then she stated: “I should have said this to begin with: I is not true that my mother is ever a good-hearted woman! And I should have shown that she wasn't, even for our neighbours! Now that you are pretending that I aught be excommunicated, now that you pretend I'm something of a misfit, now you have really showed who is the bad person of our family!”

Her three brothers looked at her. After a while Charlie spoke. “It isn't, of course, only one person who is the devil of a given context! It is she, not we, who should, though, be seen as the bad person who wants to excommunicate someone for tending to obstruct Jesus from emphasizing his existence so very much! So, I look at the situation and it becomes clear that she is the bad person among us who doesn't even care to excommunicate those who never see Jesus as their superior in the first place! Now how come you, mom, want to see her as worse than that?!”

“There isn't any way to view Jesus as a smart person if one doesn't excommunicate at least those close to oneself to the extent they don't pertain to that being a moral thing to view Jesus as!” With that she ended the discussion by saying: “From now on we shall not anymore say to one another that there are any notions of there not being Christ, not unless there is reason to believe unbelievers will, if we chose not to, learn, sooner or later, how to believe!”

She left them to themselves by going upstairs. The three brothers looked at their sister and Anton said: “I guess this sort means you are to be viewed as not with us anymore! I wonder if she is going to fake that you need to be treated at a correctional facility or something!”

Julie looked at him. “I guess they, she and dad, sooner or later will! That is, if they don't immediately, I think they will when they find that I still can be talking to for example you!” With that she left her three brothers and went upstairs to her room, carefully avoiding having to face her mother on the way there. ...