The Superficial Bitches

“It's a witch!” the young boy said about his mom's friend. “It's not okay for us to be associated to her! I feel already that she's cast her spell over how the parents treat us!”

His sister looked hesitantly at him. “You seem to think they all are into witchcraft those old ladies! First it was that old Olga, and now also Beatrice!”

“I feel that those two and a few of the others really must be witches! I feel that you and I, and also our brother, will have to defend our family's safety from - at least this one - and then there's one more I believe is very very bad, and that's Annie Haete! Those two, at the very least, are real bitches - real witches, that is, in sense. I say bitches when I feel like being sort of into that it's superstition after all!”

“I say it's all about superstition to say Ann Haete and the others are real witches! But if you want to go along and say that they're bitchy to an extent that is bad for our family, then go ahead! I'm totally clear on that they seem slyly into that we should be quarreling with each other!”

“Good, sissy, then we can both try to turn the table on them, and get our parents to tell themselves to watch out, because their invisible spells are dangerous and spells like that cannot be extinguished to the extent one doesn't want to realize just how evil they are underneath. ...”

“Oh! There you go again! I told you not to call them bitches because I wanted you to stay away from having a superstitious attitude about it! It's not realistic to say they cast spells! It would be realistic if you had said that they had intimidated or something! I don't know what they do, but I do know it's not that old-fashioned stuff that serves us very well when we will have to explain ourselves! I guess they could be manipulating you into having superstition seem to be the only way to define them, just like they have manipulated our parents into not realizing that they are actually awful!”

“I guess I should call them bitches and then say they have manipulated us as well as them! And I guess they should be defined as the kinds of bitches that really create opportunity for being manipulative, and for getting away with it!”

“... and for seeing to it that they themselves - usually, at least - get the upper hand in those kinds of manipulations!”

“Yeah! ... or perhaps we should say the battle of manipulations that can, at least, eventually arrive when they are there and pretend I'm even immoral for just being pensive or so!”

“Yeah, I guess so!”

“Then how shall we go about,” he asked his sister, “totally exposing them so that our parents will see that they're really harming us?”

She looked thoughtful. “I suppose we don't have any choice but to expose them at that party when they'll all be here! I suppose we could tell our dad then and there how he shouldn't let them seduce him into obnoxiously thinking he would be immature if he did figure about them that they really are bad for us, whom he speaks with tones of care about, and whom he proudly defends our mother's attitudes about!”

“Yeah, I guess, and then I guess we can also tell our mother that her haughtiness is awfully much over us at times, and that perhaps this wouldn't be so, had it not been for Annie Haete and the others!”

“Yea, I guess!”

“I propose, thereby, that we go downstairs when they're there, I say at about ten PM or so! Let's both see to it that we do our homework early that night”

“I suppose then, bro, that we can visit them downstairs and tell them not get involved with those people that are witches, but that we should never, except for rare exceptions call that! ... You must understand, bro, that those rare exceptions are to be real about that we can emphasize that they aren't seen as innocents and we as the ones guilty at least of misconceiving them!”

“Then I propose that we never speak to each other as though we had no notion of that we can at worst be judged like that! I propose that we from here on never speak to witches as though they were not (hiddenly or not) bitches, whom we must emphasize are really awful to be having to do with!”

“Good! Then from here on we will be able to emphasize that Ann Heate not be seen as teh friend of the family that she supposes she is! It's only that from now on we must also emphasize our family name as one that will stay away from those bitches - be they old or young!”

A Sexual Abuse

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Troubleshooting by Imitation of Foreigners

“Don't be such a nuisance!” the fat boy said to him. “I don't care if they think you're like that Danish guy!”

August looked at him. “They all think it's like him, and not me, to actually be annoying everyone! Therefore I have to annoy people in order to stay into being like him! Besides I'm kind of a bit Danish too! I have heritage from Kile, and that's on the Danish Peninsula!”

“Oh, your a bit Danish are you! Well, here's Danish for you! I'm not anything close to being Danish, and I'm not anything like the kind of a guy you should be talking to about him! Besides I despise that Danish guy for having it he's revived as soon as they tell him he's about to be clever enough to seem more of an adequate guy than one would suppose him to be!”

“I think you're just simply too obnoxious to understand that I've got a point in presenting him as the guy who'd want to be admired for being nothing of the kind when they tell him he's insufficient for the situation of being a fellow who is just like I am - only I can't get at them by seeming inadequate just when I tell them! On the other hand, it's I who can get at them when they don't care to take advantage of that they seem to know better than to like him. I can only try to convince them that I'm rather good at saying to the people I have to do with that I am another type of fellow than they would expect me - or him - to be!”

“What do you mean that you simulate him at all if you're not able to do what you say he does?”

“What are you talking about?!”

“I mean the part about seeming inadequate for what they say while they're at saying it!”

“I can imitate it and thus be able to do that as well! I even triumph over him nowadays! Not even he can beat me, when I'm into my role of being him, at seeming inadequate for that contempt of theirs!”

The fat boy wondered, it seemed, about why he figured he was too smart to be imitating simply what he wanted for an idol, and too silly to believe it wasn't he who he was supposed to imitate for it. “How come,” he asked, after looking thoughtful for a while, “can't you feel up to imitating him as though they weren't what they thought they were, instead of just being a nuisance about how they seem to feel that you are totally not the guy they even more despise?”

“For the reasons I've talking to you about before, Gary! It's he and I who are despicable in those bullies' eyes! But it's not he and I who become despicable now that I can be obnoxious as were I that guy, and not me! I am not about my heritage for that, because I know many others from Denmark or northern Germany whom I feel assured now, that they wouldn't despise them! But I wouldn't feel assured about that had I not been imitating that Danish fellow!”

Gary looked at him and said: “Whatever you say, you're not really at all of my interest! Why the fuck do you come here and annoy me about it?! Why don't you feel that I could now go to those people and tell them that you're not Anders, but Ted?!”

“It's because you already are part of my imitation of that Anders! If you go to them and tell them you also tell on yourself! You seem to be the kind of fellow who would tell on me just to be getting away from them! And thereby I can blackmail you to the extent that I don't have to be the only guilty one in their eyes!”

“How can that be I who would have to be into imitation of anyone that has anything to do with him?!”

“It's because you actually seem to be his friend from Denmark, and you have been seeming to imitate him when you have been scolding me for seeming so ridiculous about being so to speak acrobatic and lissome! It's you who have been having them seem to have a problem with that fellow, and who have had one of them make the mistake of trampling on the wrong guys foot! Because Kaj, Ander's cousin, isn't a guy too easy to handle once he's been stood upon! ...”

“Oh, it's I is it!? Then what happened to that it's you who have been pretending it's I who should be seeming to be interested in hanging with them in the first place?! And what happened with that they don't see it in me to ever want to deal with them as were I of their kind, in even any kind of way!? What happened to that it's I and not you who would've been a guy totally unavailable for them, and even less I guy that they would have to even think about dealing with!?”

“It happened that I am a clever guy now, and I have fixed them so that they don't even think about the smaller details about all of this! And if you try to tell them about that part they will only laugh at you! Because I have an imitator of the guy who spoke to you in their presence who make you both seem to be ridiculous if they aught to get into details about such stuff!”

Gary looked a bit perplexed at this statement. Thinking about it, he said: “I will pretend to be that Danish fellow on one condition! It is that you seem to be loyal to him and not me, from now on! If you don't do that, I will tell them about it anyway, even if that makes them feel I as well as you are to blame!”

Two weeks later, it seemed that Anders' Danish friend had decided to visit Anders more frequently. To the extent they were not seen around in the town's northern pool club (where some of the bullies also hung around), they seemed mostly to be in a work shop, which was watched by a dog, who could become rather dangerous at times. To the extent there weren't any visitors to it, the work shop hardly seemed very interesting to most people. But for some, for example the town bullies, it seemed to be the high nest of their potential enemies. Thereby, tension rose in the town.

For years further on, the two seeming newcomers to town were into being at a party where they didn't know that two of the bullies had planned to kill them. This they did rather cleverly by setting them up with two women whom seemed a bit curious about the two guys. It became evident, after the two had died that to the extent the police became involved they would seem to have been rapists. Moreover, for the families of Ted and Gary, the clever game of seeming to be Danish persons had gone so far that the police would suspect them all to be so fraudulent that they would be considered enemies, perhaps, of the state! Thereby, the police was not a solution to their problem.

So, instead, they avenged them, using their rather smart skills of tending to seem to be others than they were, and thereby ordering murders as if were they some Danish people. To the extent this worked, they did manage to seem to be innocent of trying to get at those bullies. But it did not fake that they did not in themselves hold grudges against them and their people. Their grudges even showed so much that they eventually seemed to be helpers of those Danes. Thereby, although they were phony enough to get away in the short run, both Ted and his accomplices got nailed in the end just the same!

A Porn Writer

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The Conversation at the Next Table

In a small restaurant Tanya was waiting for three of her friends. She had arrived early and ordered some coffee. In the waiting for her friends she had emptied her cup, and now looked around for something to focus her attention on.

Sitting around a table next to hers, four people, two men and two women were sitting. They were seemingly friendly, but still sort of in a quarrel. Tanya decided to listen to them.

“Don't pretend,” one the men said, “that they didn't try to convince him that he should see himself as the ordinary kind of a fellow! It's not he but they who really tried to keep religion pure!”

“Then how come,” the other man asked, “they didn't try to listen to His teachings?”

As the discussion continued, it seemed evident to Tanya that the discussion was about religion. Probably, she figured, one man and one woman, of the four, were Catholics, and the other two were Jews. It seemed that they were discussing to which extent Christ had been good or not for the world.

Eventually, two of her three friends arrived. These two were a married couple. For some reason, just about then, Tanya also concluded that the four people consisted of two married couples.

Tanya looked at the husband of the couple with whom she was befriended. He and she had earlier flirted. But now she couldn't bring herself to it. It seemed, in a sense, to be because of some guilt she might have for that wife of his, but she knew, and her husband as well, that she also flirted around, and probably went to bed fairly easily with other fellows.

The wife looked at Tanya and said: “My brother will be a bit late, so if you don't mind, I propose that we all order lunch before he arrives. He asked me to order a stake for him.”

“Of course I don't mind that, Sally!” Tanya answered and waved to a waiter to come to their table. However he didn't. Then Sally waved towards another waiter who did go to their table and take orders.

After ordering, Sally and her husband began discussing their daughter, which Tanya didn't find interesting. She needed, she felt, to ponder upon if she was guilty of flirting with too many guys. Because she had, at all, flirted also with Sally's brother. But she couldn't quite come to any conclusion about it.

Eventually a waitress turned up and served two plates, and half a minutes later a waiter with the other two. Sally then said that she felt sure that her brother wouldn't mind if they began eating without him. This turned out to be true, after a few minutes, when he arrived, and said: “My, this is cozy!” and began eating. “There's nothing like good friends!” he continued, and seemed very much to mean it. The four of them began to chat and muse about this view on their friendship.

After a short while he added: “I feel that we all should be trying to have a little party, just for good friends! Perhaps like ten people or so can arrive!?”

Tanya looked at him. Somehow she felt awkward about being into mingling, so she answered: “I wonder what all the good friends will think of us if they don't have it in us to be seemingly into enough geniality or so, for us to be alternatives of being self-occupied!”

“What do you mean by that?!” Sally asked her.

“There's no absolute notion in me anymore, that I can feel genial about a party! There's somehow a notion of Christ, or perhaps it's Moses of something, in the atmosphere around us! It seems,” she said pointing, “that those four people are into religion in sense that makes one of us, at least, fed up with being into - ehm - vices.”

Sally's husband looked at Tanya and asked: “How in the world can you think that those four people can affect you, and then perhaps also us, about it!”

“Oh, I just felt,” Tanya answered, “that their discussion about Christ and whatever has weakened me, at least, against their opinions about sex and such! I feel also that perhaps each of you would also be affected had you happened to be listening to them - as I was when I was waiting for you!”

Sally and her husband looked at each other. “I feel,” he answered, “that what you say doesn't make sense, and that they are just four people talking!”

“I feel,” Sally said, “that whatever you're into of sex, you should not disturb our party with these feelings of that we have the same lusts for such adventures!”

Sally's brother said that he felt that Sally wasn't in her right mind.

The four people at the next table had stopped talking, and turned their heads towards Tanya's table. “I feel,” the woman whom Tanya guessed was Jewish said, “that whatever we have been discussing is actually none of your business, and that whatever you say, you don't have a point in hating us for that we have been trying to connect about our faiths!”

The man who seemed to be Catholic said immediately that he agreed, and soon after both the others at that table, and even Sally, her brother and her husband, too.

Tanya looked at them, first at her own friends, and then at the four people whom she was accusing. She felt that she was being badly treated as someone who didn't have a point. “I can,” she said, “see to it that you can understand that I feel that way because they were discussing it as though they had the only point in the universe! That is, both sides of the discussion were having an only point, so to speak!”

The man how seemed to be a Jew rose from his seat. “Look, lady!” he said. “We don't have to discuss this with you! And you didn't have to overhear our conversation in the first place!”

Tanya looked at him and answered: “How come you feel that superior without admitting tha tyou don't have a point, when all you do is quarrel with each other!?”

The seemingly Catholic man sighed to show resentment. He, but not the two ladies , began looking at Tanya with severe disgust and dismay over her seeming incapacity to see moral as adaptable to whatever religion the holders of it pertained to. The two ladies, meanwhile, looked at each other and seemed to agree that this was a lady whom they never wanted to be acquainted with.

Tanya looked at them. She felt that she ridiculed them enough by saying: “I don't feel threatened by you since you're into Christ or Abraham or something, and that you feel that they, those icons of yours, are, respectively, the antidote for everything that isn't of your peculiar faiths!”

Now the (seemingly) Catholic woman gave her an eye of dismay that was severely devastating to her self-security. Then, a moment later, she seemed very friendly, but scornfully into thinking she was supreme. Her (seemingly) Jewish friend said: “What do you think you are, discussing things like that when you're not into religion in the first place?!”

Tanya felt crushed. She didn't think that this could happen to her. Now she felt alone about caring about morals in sin, and alone in caring about morals not being everything there is to seeing value in things. Now, she felt, she regretted that she had ever eves-dropped on the four people on the table beside hers. ...

The Sincerity Issue

“What a smart-alec!” he burst out. The person he was talking about was his second-grade teacher. He was not aware of that his mother found it to be weird to insult her about being too much into smartness. “Honey,” she said, “she needs to be smart about what she has to teach you!”

“Oh! I don't mean that!” he answered. “I mean she's a smart-alec about how come the other kids might appreciate us for being sincere! It's not like we can't handle it about each other! It's just that she tells us there's no use in seeing them as one's friends unless we have deep sincere talks to each other!”

“So?” his mother asked him.

“So!” he answered, “she doesn't admit that we can be friends anyway! And the only thing she tells us is that we had to be sincere in order to get rid of the fighters among them!”

“What fighters?!” His mother looked puzzled.

“Oh, there in the other class, the one above us! Some of them keep picking on me and two other kids in our class! But it's not about sincerity mom! It's about that they can't find any reason to like not being superior, and thereby they want to keep fighting their so-called inferiors!”

She looked at her son. “I suppose you mean that sincerity would be out of place since they don't want to respect you enough to have to listen to you, then, right?”

“I sort of mean that mom! I mean that and that I don't find them superior when I doubt them as I would had I been more sincere about my situation about them!”

His mother looked troubled. “Oh my then, sonny! ... But why do you feel that she's being a smart-alec? I mean isn't she just into being wrong about them?!”

“She's into, mom, just pretending to be right about me, and about them! And she's into being right about me in a sense that she instructed me to pretend to be sincere - and then they only beat me up worse for it!”

His mother seemed to be taking this as a very bad thing of her. But she also seemed to fake, he thought, that she was feeling that he could be right, rather than that his teacher was. Thereby he didn't trust his mother about this, just like he hadn't when the two bullies from third grade started beating up on him and two others. “Mom, you're sincere only about that I've been beat up! Not about that I am being badly treated by my teacher!”

“I still want to say what I have to say to you! It's not she, it's them who are bullying! It's not - or at least hardly - she who can help, I think, that she's too stupid to understand that she's wrong about how to handle them! But yes, I think we can work something out against them, and perhaps I can have them be suspended from the school!”

“I can't believe there's any alternative to seeing them as the only trouble I have, although I find my teacher to be a trouble in herself! That's she who isn't sincere enough to say to me that she doesn't know for certain if there was sincerity missing with how I handled them before that talk to her. ...”

His mother sighed rather deeply. “Look, sonny, we can't get them suspended unless we also are nice to that teacher of yours!”

“I don't see any suspension as the absolute thing about them! It's not me who should argue with how they're suspended, be it from my teacher or not! It's not they who should be told to stay around in the first place! And therefore I think we should have them suspended even without talking to my teacher about them!”

She sighed deeply again. “I told you, sonny! I can't get them suspended unless we have the teachers sympathy for us!”

“Try, then,” he answered, “not to suspend the, but to just have them on retention for a while!” he didn't quite know what 'suspension' meant. He figured it must be some way of having them in prolonged retention or something like it.

Hi smother looked at him with a puzzled expression. “We can't just have them for retention!” she said at last. “What we need is to really have them expelled from that school of your!”

“Then what shall we do with them after that? There's no use in trying to convince them that we're all trying to ease tensions in the school! Devil in them will be retaliating fairly soon unless we have them many miles away from here!”

His sighed once more. “Sonny! What I mean with expelled, as well as with suspended, is exactly that they don't belong anywhere near the students they've been bullying! Now please let me call that teacher of yours, and let us discuss, sincerely, how come the three of them haven't been suspended earlier!” With that she seated herself beside the house-hold telephone, looked up a number, and called it.

Her son looked at her while she was doing it. He wondered if the harassment from his teacher really seemed like an embarrassment to her. It seemed so curiously smart to say to oneself that everything she does is too correct to be criticized. And there she was, his mother, calling her, and relying upon her, as if nothing had ever happened about her.

Two days later his teacher told him that she had gotten the three bullies suspended. He then felt that he was satisfied, but still wondered: How could there be any notion of there being potential, even, wrongs, in that teacher of his, when everything that aught to be correct always has to pass through her so-called better judgment in order to take effect?

“Thanks!” he still said to her. “Thanks a whole lot!”

The Evil Guy

“Don't you get it?” Amanda asked. “They're speaking as if they couldn't have stayed away from harassing him for only those apparent reasons! For the sake of seeming innocent they pretend it's equally bad to stay away from a loser as to pretend he - or that could be a she - aught to be crushed to the extent that whoever that is can't even speak for him- or herself!”

Her brother Charlie looked at her. “I consider it a nuisance to have to expose them as evil, although they seemingly are! I mean we could all get away with it as long as they don't seem to be treated too condescendingly to accept it from us! I mean it's they, not he, who - seemingly at least - have the Jesus potential in them!”

Amanda sighed over this. “It frightens me,” she said, “that you seem evil enough to just let it all go at that!”

Her brother scorned her by saying: “The nuisance in that they aren't good in reality isn't too much for anyone but those who are ridiculous in their ways of pretending it's everybody else who aught to be punished!”

She looked chocked. “But how come,” she asked him, “do they then seem to be innocent enough to actually fit into your picture of what is real in a moral sense?”

Charlie said: “Whatever you think I am for it, they don't have to be harassed - and that is neither by us, nor by the guy himself! We don't need to submit to blackmail, neither of them nor of ourselves, just because he has escaped from some of the blackmail he seemed to have against him!”

A bit nonplussed by her brother's attempt to cover up as innocence, the blackmail that those people were guilty of in the first place, Amanda searched for an answer. After a while she said: “Alright, then, you bastard! Perhaps we shouldn't care about him, but then also not about you very much, because, as you know, they have been blackmailing you as well as him - although not as intensely!”

“Are you sure about this?! I thought they would be feeling like being trustworthy for the people who care about them and let their blackmail be real by the look of it!”

“I assure you they haven't! But do you know what? I can ignore that you feel like pretending it's he and not they who should be blackmailed, to the extent you can expose for yourself that you don't have the guts to realize it when there's real evil about. To the extent you do that, we can stay together about what we're up against. To the extent you don't, I'll have to ask Eliza or someone to support me in my efforts to seem innocent about the way I will then handle that they blackmail you! I mean you have to realize that I can get it from my girlfriends, the support that I need in order to blackmail the kind of fellow who never would realize what evil really is!”

Her brother thoughtfully looked out through a window. “I feel,” he said at length, “that you and I should not be partners about all of this, and I can also blackmail both you and your girlfriends. Besides, I don't feel I am a partner for seeming innocent by harassing those who are actually cunning in seeming good for us all! Thereby it shall be you the two of them blackmail from now on!”

She looked a bit nonplussed again. But this time because she felt threatened. “There's no reason for me to believe I have to see myself as as evil as you guys. And you shouldn't believe I can forgive you, and much less can the girls you will be hanging out with, once they get to know what kind of an evil fellow you really are!” With that she ended the discussion, and saw to it that she thought of him as a fellow not to be bargained with again as the type of guy whom she would ever look up to.