It Seems to Be a Trifle for H-...!

“Are you sure that's what you really want?!” he asked her, and looked at her with an expression of distrust.

“I'm sure I want to get even with him! And yes! That means I'm available for that kind of a thing!”

“I want it, but I can't but feel that you've been into sarcasm about me waning it from you!”

“That's because I was into fidelity with him! Now I want to get even! Now are you in on it or not?”

“I'm not sure yet! I doubt that they could ever see that in me that you should be even with him thanks to me, even though you scorned me so for seeing a possible fuck with you.”

“Look, Peter! Although they don't feel that I'm into anything but revenge against that pig, I'll still be saying to you that it's good enough that you and i have it! I will see to it that you really get your share of that free love you've been asking for!”

“Laura, I don't feel like getting laid just because that dude has been unfaithful! It's you who ridiculed me for feeling that he would be, in the first place! I don't feel like pretending you're ever open-minded - nor clear-minded - enough not to give him the chance to be the pig he eventually would be! You know, I could see it coming against you! Still you chose to ridicule me in front of those people! I don't feel like getting laid with you any more due to that!”

She looked at him in self-pity. Then she turned ice cold and said: “Now you're ridiculous to the extent that I'll never consider you a guy to go to bed with again!”

He was clearly chocked about her sudden turn against him. For about half a minute neither of them said anything. Then she added: “I don't have anything to do with how that attitude of yours came to be what I can now despise! It isn't he, but it's you, who is the pig now! I can't but ridicule that face of yours for that you really think that you can intimidate me by not offering me any comfort against him!”

“Then what did it mean when you said that they are all punks, those other fellows, indicating that I don't seem to be that for you? I mean, is that just something that you pretend, jus tto get me to help you?”

“It's sort of that. But it isn't about that in the first place! It's about that you and I should never be into anything but pretending to be into friendship or something!”

“Why?! Do you have a fixed idea about me because ... is it perhaps because when I tried to get you in bed, I was hardly comprehendible as a ... stud trustworthy to be as horny as that ... in a more real sense than ... “

“I don't feel like talking with you about it! I feel you're a bastard and that you shouldn't get laid, and that's in the first place! Secondly I kind of feel that you shouldn't be into being the fool that tries to get into an - extramarital-or-not - relation with anyone without for that sake seeing to it that they get to see you as the horny guy there is to get into such a relationship with! You get that you bastard?!”

“What on earth do you mean I have to be filthy - like on the surface, then - for it?”

She looked serious. “I guess you're not sincere enough to be into seeing it in that kind of a relationship that you should never see in yourself to be a good enough fellow to be trusted as a good catch, unless you feel that you really want a relationship of that other kind!”

“I ... fell that there is nothing that should say to you that I would at all mind such a relationship! But since I'm not the one to happen be into one, I can't but feel that I should have a right for that other type, since that type is not bad enough to be despised unless there isn't an exaggerated belief in something like God and Jesus or so, about it!”

She looked chocked. “What on earth made you feel I was the one to target for that type of an escapade!? I mean there wasn't any big deal about that fellow being obnoxious and so for me! Or, oh, I forgot! I guess that I should have known that you wanted me to see it in him that he could be such a bastard - the way he has been now?”

“Yeah, of course! ... I don't feel you have the competence otherwise to realize what you're into, and perhaps you shouldn't in that case ever be into such things, since you can't handle them!”

“I guess you mean that it should mean that I shouldn't ever have any boyfriend at all?!”

“Yeah, I mean sort of that! But I also mean that you should thereby develop into a someone who can get that kind of thing about how to handle them!”

“How can you then feel that i should be into an even worse type of relation with you of all people!?”

“I feel that I don't need to see that he is what you ever wanted. Thereby it isn't I who would be worse - at most equally bad, I think!”

“How can you say that when you've been into scoring on me when I was already into a relationship!?”

“How can that circular argument be intuitive for you?!”

“What do you mean?!”

“I mean that you've fucken said that you want to be into a relationship with a pig of a guy, even though he's so obnoxious, and just because you are that, therefore he's a good enough fellow for you to despise me, or anyone else, just for trying to alleviate you about what he does to you!”

“Oh! So now that's what you were trying to do?!”

“It has been all along!”

“It can't have been! Because the way you hit on me was into trying to score on someone who didn't know how to handle a relationship! I suppose you're into handling it like that with any old fuck you might have with someone!?”

“The truth is that I really don't follow! I can have been because I was that all the time! The truth is also that you seem imbecile in trying to believe that you know what they are about all those guys that you probably want! Because why would you otherwise dress like that?!” He looked at her, then pointed at her cleavage. “Like that, for instance!”

She looked intimidated. “Don't you get it, that I'm not about that kind of stuff! I'm about that other fellow that you don't have something to do with! I'm also about that you shouldn't be looking at me as though I was a whore or something!”

“I feel that they don't see that you've been trying to score on me this night! Thereby I see in you the same filth you see in me! Now we're even! Can we call it quits?”

“What the he-...” She interrupted herself and sighed. “Guess we'll call it quits! Because I don't feel like talking to you anymore tonight!”

He looked at her, and then said: “What the fuck do you think you are when you don't feel that I have been intimidated by you before I did the same thing back?!”

“I don't know what I am! I only feel that there's no point in continuing this type of a conversation! I feel that there's no real big deal in that you tried to score on me first, but then I humiliated you first! So thereby, I feel we should end now, this conversation!” With that she stood up and grabbed the door. He also stood up, and sighed. “I guess so then!” Thereby, they didn't get along again for a very long time, but just avoided one another. She got stuck in her relationship with the guy who now also began beating her, and he got stuck in loneliness.

It's All abuot those Witches

“It seems that she gets people to worry, like for no reason. But then if there is a reason they say to themselves that they're all the more for the better for the ones they tend to worry too much for! I mean, I don't want anyone to worry about smaller things as if they were big things. Even less do I want them to tend to pretend they solve the problems by just the worry itself! Because that's what the bitch wants them to think they aught have the right to do; to pretend they're good people by just worrying, and then not even settling for a solution of any kind!”

“I agree!”

“Then why do your parents invite her to their place so often!?”

“Because they hate to say it to themselves that someone who has them be concerned for others' well-being shouldn't be considered good company!”

“So, won't you tell them not to?!”

“I doubt it! I doubt it that they'll listen to me! It's weird, but I can't say it because that seems to backfire! It seems that they believe themselves to be moral when they actually care to pretend to care! They don't even confess to that when they so-called do something for me, all they do is pretend to solve a problem, thereby even making it seem unreal to others who could have cared! Now, that's a real witch!"

"I think they might be able to seek intimidation for us to ever be able to tell people about this, in a way suitable for presentation! In this I believe this story ends here! It's no story, because she has cast her spell over it!"

"Oh! Yeah! So it seems!"

Girls Becoming Sex-Business Women

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Big Incomes

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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!