Sunday, June 14, 2015

The Aspiration of the Satanists from Slyentown

”I feel they don't have anything in common with those who have luck usually! Thereby they shall be my inferiors for the rest of time and eternity! The devil will help me and they might forever feel that I'm in the wrong, but I am of the smart class of souls that will for always torture the weak souls that are totally inferior and in the end will be the ones going to hell no matter what Jesus says or Mohammed preaches!”

The Satanist priest put down his glass of wine and continued: “We shall never again be conquered by the Christians, the Moslems nor anyone else who tries to defy our competence to be of the supreme worth forever! We will forever have the smartness for that so-called moral that is of a satanic competence and we shall forever have them abide by our rules by winning by blackmail what they think they can win by moral!”

“Patrick,” the preachers friend Toby replied, “I feel they never establish that type of moral in any way that is superior. So why start now about that stuff they're already trying to fake that they can handle the way we've been doing it up until now?!”

“That's because we would always be harassed by their believers in faith and so on if we don't embarrass them about the soul competence finally belonging to us!”

“Then how come we shall all pretend we don't have any cunning of our own competence and let that sanction us for the rest of the time it takes to beat them all!?”

The Satanist priest looked around. Everyone seemed to agree with Toby. “Thereby I shall see through whatever I can about the scum that has been fooling me about that stuff! I will hereafter see to it that they will be fortified as scum for hereafter and forever!”

“Okay, then!” Toby said. “But why will we be the winners if we cannot have seen through them already?”

“It's because they and I shall have a final battle! And that will be soon, I presume now by my thoughts of how I have been fooled into thinking you're all as incompetent as all that!”

Caroline, another member of the Satanist church spoke up: “How come then do we all feel that incompetent to begin with, and not see through them for the notion of reassuring ourselves about them as simple-minded and weird by their not so brilliant attitude about care for our spirits?”

“That's because they don't at all match our criteria of being superior in our assets of saying our souls are our spirits and they will last forever!”

“Then how come,” Toby asked, “do I find it to be unattractive to think about our 'friends' out there as anything but superior?”

“I propose that you try to find that out for yourself, my dear Toby! And meanwhile I shall foresee that they can torment themselves about their incompetence to betray one another as for the sake of moral, so that they others become disillusioned to the extent that they give up on Jesus - or whatever (whomever) they are about for their interest in pretending to be supreme while all they see is moral as the worth of pertaining to the upper class of souls who will last forever!”

With that Patrick drew a deep breath and then closed the Satanist meeting for this time.

The next day, he and the smartest of his subjects went to the close-by church and asked to see the priest. This they saw to it that they got to do by having it that it was entirely unfair if they didn't get to speak to him. The preachers pupil who they spoke first to said that he would bring him to them, and so he did.

When he came there, the priest said “The four of you are not welcome here, but I will answer you very briefly if there's anything you can have that says I'm a lousy Christian otherwise!”

“I shall not be of your service for very long then!” Patrick said obnoxiously. “I will not prolong you any longer than it takes for me to ask a few questions about your religion and what we have in us to say that they are the better ones than us!” He indicated some of the church-goers around them.

“Okay! What are your questions?”

“I presume they cannot be said without you going to search for the others that are into this convent as a good place to bring up offspring of the rich and powerful or so!”

“You said that you were not going to take my time more than for the few questions you had for me!”

“Then I shall not be of obedience, because I can say that you are a lousy preacher just the same! And forever hereafter I shall be the superior they must look up to, because they have already, almost all of them, encountered my power over their actual smartness for moral and worthwhile behaviour!”

“I will not condemn them to ever see you as their superior! Now the four of you must leave my church, before I call the police!”

“I would not try that!” Patrick answered. “Because the police are already willing to see me as their friend and benefit for the smartness of details about those who looter around their areas of care for the public!”

The priest looked bitterly at him. But he grabbed his phone and began calling. But even before he managed to strike the second digit, Toby had stolen it from him. With that the four Satanists smiled and Benny (who was the second best friend of Patrick) said: “Now you're not so proud after all, are you!?”

The priest looked astonished. “My God! They're here!” he said, but something in the air held his astonishment back from causing him to call out enough to wake the attention of the others there, except for the pupil of his, who had stayed there and listened to the conversation. But he said nothing to wake the attention of other people in the church. Instead he asked the priest: “We shall not see them, should we, as too small a story to be had for them all to notice!?”

The preacher stumbled: “Ye-es, I kn-now! I h-have the f-feeling they aren't the people to be dealing with as small stuff!”

“I cannot see why you don't call out to them!?”

“I-it's be-cause the c-cat's got my t-tongue!”

The pupil looked perplexed. “Then I shall call them he said.” But when he tried to, he, also found he was not able to.

“It is not worthy of the two of us just to stand here and to do nothing!” he said at last.

“I know! Should we, or that will be one of us, go there, instead, and catch their attention about what is happening, and who they are?”

“Yes!”

“I will say to you to please go there and tell them then!”

“Okay, I'm going!” he said, but the forth and last member of the small Satanist delegation stood herself in his way. The others joined in and stood two on one and one on the other side of him.

The pupil stopped and stayed still for a while, slowly beginning to shiver. Then the priest called out: “Help! Please help us with those evil visitors!”

Now people saw what was going on there. But none of them came to their rescue. They were all to used to that there would be a reprisal if one interfered with the Satanists' business. Instead two of them cast the two threatened people the evil eye, and then began threateningly move closer to them.

“I shall now take command over this church!” the Satanist priest bragged.

“I shall not let you!” the priest of the communion burst out.

“I will not let you stop me!” the Satanist priest said. Then he saluted the big-deal imbecile of the cross with a salutation that meant he too should forever be of the devil's impact.

The priest saw this and took himself to the level of spirituality that said that Jesus could not be touched. Patrick and his followers then saw to it that the priest couldn't rescue himself from the idiocy they saw in that Jesus himself was an ambassador to the feeling that one is superior only if one arrogantly says one is of the best. But this the pupil fended of by humiliating the four of them by an arrogance that reached their black souls and aspired for them to be condemned forever.

But the female Satanist who had stood herself in his way: “You and I should take a chance about the attitude of being a churchgoer and make it for real that they don't awkwardly try to seduce us into believing they have the right to stop us from going to church without them traducing us for our good intentions of being church-goers that never humiliate Satan for the sake of being teh ridicule of the Satanists! You and I will be welcome forever to his paradise! There you and I shall go forever to be free and fancy our wonderments and love forever the Jesus Christ that stands before us as the tender ruler over me and all the other s of this church!”

“I will not rescue you from that your soul has to be punished in hell for the sake of your wisdom not being enough for us to gain confidence in that we shall forever be bound in the circumstance of there being absolute notions of the Christian souls to be going to heaven and the Satanists to hell!”

She smiled, then held his hand for a little while.

Looking deeply into his eyes, she then said: “You will hereby feel me forever be under the rule of the church that you propose is the best one, and thereby be under the rule of us two going together to the paradise that was lost before they came to be wise about the terrific supply of soulfulness that this church crazes us ordinary believers to caress!”

“I shall not condemn you forever if you don't take that to be the Christian church that has it you are the real wisdom that it needs! However, I will condemn them forever unless they speak clearly about why they're doing this to me and why they are here to harass the priest in the first place!”

“I shall caress you for being the gentleman who guides me from the evil of not understanding the church and what it stands for!”

“Then I shall see in you the believer that is probably here for the better, while these three others will be going to hell forever!”

“I shall,” Patrick said, “forever condemn you for trying to seduce my priestess! You see, Susanne has no right to seduce the priest, but she has the right to seduce one of his pupils. But taken the other way, it works differently! She is not really a pupil in that sense. She is the highest among the female Satanists and I shall condemn you forever for having tried to seduce her into your religion!”

The pupil looked at him and then realized he was evil in that he thought he was trying to seduce her, since on the contrary she was the one to propose herself to it. “Thereby I shall condemn you to hell!” he said. “For I have no evil in suspending her sentence to the extent she argues over her cause in the fashion that is suitable for this establishment of the faith that we are bringing about!”

“I shall then try to find there to be a sense of dignity in the church that we are in!”

The priest looked at her and said: “Who are they who will save the lot of us from this bitch who is trying to seduce my pupil!?”

“I will save you from aspiring,” she said, “for the sake of goodness of feeling down while the spirit is trying to escape to the avenue of respect for the cunning and admiration of the soul. Thereby, you may feel a little dignified once you feel my essence of pretending as if something about their pretension that they are into heaven when they say their cunning is of cares that don't together with essence of certainty about one's care for the actual reason to believe there to be a haven for the good to search for.”

Benny then said: “I will hereby call the cunning of the devil to be the cunning of the soul. And I will hereby condemn you all to certainty of death and to fading away constantly through eternity of damnation. I will thereby win the victory of the Satan we worship, who will never again be small according to god.”

Thereby the four Satanists left the church and said to themselves that they had finally won a victory over the Christian faith, which they felt they very much deserved to beat very thoroughly.

Sunday, June 7, 2015

Love and Imagination as the Virtue of it All

”Imagine that! She's already working on having us seem surreal about both ourselves and all the others in this business!”

“Yes,” he answered. “She's a real asshole, that one!”

“I imagine the two of you had a really good time, even so, when you were being friendly for a time!”

“I imagine you wouldn't be having too much fun, if it comes back to that kind of attitude when it comes to men, to the extent you feel you really do have a right to accuse me about it!”

“I imagine they don't seem to be anything but on the surface as moral as they want us to make of them!”

“Oh! You don't have to pretend that! They all are fake, but the ones who keep you in charge, that's all! Of course, darling!”

“I imagine that you will one day pertain to the fakes that imagine they are part of me and my hemisphere of love and companionship!”

“Whatever you imagine, I'll be part of it! So there you go in pretension that they are the bastards and you are the real good woman for a catch!”

“I imagine they don't seem to be into me as anything but a clever woman at actually nailing them! Moreover I imagine they can't believe I'm for real about them and their attitudes about me and my present-day friends.”

“Then how come you blame me for not being ignorant of their falsehood and for not being able to blame them evilly or at least - I suppose? - as cunning as you do?”

“Because I don't fancy that man to be happy who doesn't seem to be loyal and thereby pretends I'm the disloyal one!”

“I can't see I'm pretending to be loyal or anything you should be into as an immature attitude against that worship of imagination that you have.”

“Then how come we seem to be moral as long as we're aspiring for the virtue of witnessing and then portraying it in art?!”

“It's because there aren't any disloyal parents to be dealt with as much as there are disloyal kids!”

“I figure it's the parents responsibility to scold the kids so that they don't become disloyal like that!”

“Then how come,” he asked, “do you contribute to the worship of the imagination so much that they cannot be scolding them without there being a reprisal from those who are into that their imagination isn't enough?”

“That's because I don't imagine there to be any worship of them as the mates of my type of woman, and because I don't want to imagine them to be as surreal as the others, those who don't even fit into my picture of how a woman should be treated any more than a frog fits into the picture of how an elephant eats the leaves of the trees that they live on!”

“Then how come you and I don't fit into the aspirations of the absolute nonsense of the mediocre at imagination and the mediocre at presenting their imagination as poetry?”

“I propose that you thereby see yourself as merely my friend form now on!”

“Therefore I shall from now on be loyal only to the extent that reaches to the loyalty that there is between friends! I will now longer hold you back from trying to imagine things to be surreal although they are most likely to be beneficial for the likes of you!”

“I'm sorry! I didn't think of that as a worth you might have! I imagine we thereby should say goodbye on a different level of disgust! That is on my behalf, Alfredo!”

“Goodbye then, Sylvia! And may we not fret against each other about this sad episode of our so-called relationship of the passed!”

“I bid you farewell, dear Alfredo, and may our paths part in the most sensual and esthetic of ways!”

“Yes let this be so, dear lady, and let us all forever grieve the hunger that proposed itself upon us for being worshippers of sophisticated relationships!”

“Yes dear sir! And let us all be seemingly caretakers of the modesty of charm that rests in the sly slumbers of the absolute nonsense of the mediocre at presenting themselves!”

“I cannot believe we have the guts to say there's no one to say to us that we were mediocre right now!”

“Then how come you and I shall part forever it there's no reason for us to say to ourselves that we are among the best and therefore don't need each other for the purpose of portraying ourselves as the best!?”

“It's because you and I don't fit together, that's why, Sylvia!”

“Then how come that bitch we were talking about became so jealous when she discovered that we had a beginning relationship?!”

“It's simply because she imagined me, I guess, for a partner, and that it just the same became she who had the opposition against it in you, who she thought of as not very worthy of me!”

“I imagine the two of you could never get along even as much as I did with you!”

“I imagine that's a clear-cut statement that is beyond my belief in the status that we all are of! It's statement we should never imagine to be for real more than accidentally or by the means of some weird destiny that isn't fit for being appreciated by us!”

“I imagine then that you shall overcome the opinion you had about me as a friend, even, and thereby no longer be appreciated by the other poets you want to hang out with!”

“I imagine, in that case, that you'll not be any better of yourself, because I am also among the poets a fairly popular guy, and if you imagine it to be my smartness that it is about to put you down, then you shall burn in hell for I am not imagining you to be any worse of than me!”

“I imagine the two of you already sitting there and pretending to be good people without any attitude towards the ones who are saying to themselves that we should really be smart at taking advantage of their fake values of enthusiasm and worthiness for the cause of utterly sophisticated imagination!”

“Then how come you and I shall always be together even as the smart fakers of the opinions that we worship together about their absolute nonsense!? It is of course not our opinion that they would worship, if they do not even feel they are about to feel that we are simply into worshiping sophisticated wisdom morals and so - is it?!”

“I imagine you are in a trap of considering yourself to be the man to take for her, and thereby not imagining my ass to be the good one to take for a sensual encounter!”

“Thereby I shall say from now that I will encounter you on the basis that we only have such a relationship and that's all there is to be between us!”

“I imagine that you will from now on see yourself as the man to be taken by more than one woman at a time!”

“Thereby I shall from now on see to it that you and I will not pretend we aren't into a sexual relationship which she may turn into a catastrophe if she ever finds out!”

“I imagine that you and I shall never meet again although you wanted that to happen!”

“Then I imagine that you and I only have a relationship of the past and that is all there is to it!”

“Thereby, I shall never again imagine that to be a good time for me nor you to have had!”

“I shall not either imagine that to ever have been a really good time for us. I will however sometimes imagine that you and I had an even fairly good time together!”

“Then I shall imagine that you and I shall not try that kind of sensual relationship again! I will also imagine that you will not be able to ever find yourself absolute about any kind of relationship with any woman ever!”

“I will thereby imagine you not being able to fancy any man that hasn't got any imagination about you as the perfect queen and thereby the absolute nonsense of the sophisticated immoral that there is to being a queen over the cunning that it's about to be sophisticated in the first place!”

“Then how come you will imagine me being woman enough for even having a man for that purpose?!”

“I sillily pretended that back when we were together as a couple!”

“I shall then forever imagine that you are the fake of a man that I will never rely on for anything but sillily pretending absolute nonsense as though it made sense to you!”

“I will thereby imagine you to be an absolute fake about things that are in-between us and the imagination that we had about our beings together as a couple!”

“Then how come our beings devoted ourselves to ourselves without there being any devotion to the essence of absolute cunning for the moral that eases of during infinity of will to fight?!”

“It is because our being s do not pertain to pretension that is surreal about morals in the first place!”

“Then I shall imagine you being the looser of this world in that you pretend to be the fellow to be taken as a moral while although immoral not imagining himself to be of any worth for a woman he's had!”

“I will thereby also imagine you be the looser of this world for not being into moral about whatever you have dealt with of masculine partners! I imagine also that there are loads more of unhappy exes of you than of me!”

“I imagine that cunning is about choosing the right partners for that kind of status! And i imagine thereby that the cunning you've had about your previous relationships is not about cunning in the first place, but about pretension that you are into moral when you and thereby they pretend there's a goodness to the kind of cunning in a relationship that you seemingly always pretend that it were about - although it couldn't have been!”

“I will thereby imagine your cunning be of nonsense too, that is of semi-cunning that is not to be imagined about as if it were moral to be into it as actual wisdom!”

“Then I will forever imagine that you don't belong here among us who choose to be loyal to the imagination that never ceases to amuse us, and thereby the likes of those who imagine themselves to be utterly free from illusions of sophisticated measure!”

“Then I imagine you and I be forever connected in that sphere of absolute cunning about trying to be immature about each other!”

She looked at him. “No! I don't imagine us to ever have to take part of that same sphere of nonsense, nor any other for that sake!”

“I shall never imagine that you and I belong to the same sphere of anything but those two mysteries of cunning that you were about and I was beginning to understand well enough to now be able to stand on my own two feet about them!”

“Then I shall cunningly pretend as if something about how the nonsense of your so-called competence for it is imagined among people not to be because of me!”

“Thereby I shall rejoice in that I have the cunning from the beginning to imagine such stuff be of an absolute-nonsense attitude!”

“I will thereby imagine them not being able to find me attractive enough to foresay the future of the imagination of the cunning of the absolute nonsense that they will perhaps even worship you for!”

“I will thereby never again absolutely cunningly try to sophisticatedly try to humiliate that nonsense of a cunning that you are about in you utterly nonsense-inclined total bullshit of worship of the art that you call amateur. I will however never again, as well, try to sophisticate myself as to the nonsense of your words that are so-called poetry and the nonsense that you try to have it we shall all rejoice in as though it were clever!”

“Then I shall never again try to sophisticate myself about trying to be of nonsense for the value of the sake of relating to your nonsense as tough it were good poetry! I have not related to that kind of nonsense ever before, nor will I ever have to relate to such nonsense again, I presume!”

“I imagine you will thereby not be seen by the others as absolutely silly for not seeing me as the absolute cunning in the two spheres of absolute cunning of imagination that the silly people think that you're an expert of!”

“I will never again speak to you about my cunning, nor even yours, for the matter of sake!” With that she rose from her seat, took her coat and shoes on, and left him, never to come back.

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Smart Stupidity

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

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

A Festivity of Feminine Virtue

Adult (or at least semi-adult) story; follow the link if you want to read it anyway: A Festivity of Feminine Virtue

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Reason not to Believe ''They" Are Good People?

Sonya sat in wonderment at the dinner table with her family and talked to them. She was astonished about something she was telling them about. “I mean it's hardly true that I can even consider them to be for real!” she said, and contented: “the two of them, who moreover also seem quite possible as half-siblings, at least, keep on saying that!

“They seem to feel like I am the one to be ridiculous to be the one to believe them - and that is to believe either interpretation of them!”

Her husband looked at her in amazement. “You mean they're really telling you either that they're stalling all the time or even that their middle name is Stalin or so?!”

She looked indignantly at him. Although she didn't mean that he was to be despised, he reacted to her gaze somewhat defensively. She realized this and said: “I'm sorry that I seemed angry at you! Of course its them I'm angry with Carl!”

“I know! I just can't help but finding there to be a dilemma about what to make of it when you look like that!”

His wife looked at him softly. “I'm sorry, honey! But you do know, don't you, that I never would want you to be viewed as anything like them or so! Right?”

“Yeah, of course!” he chuckled.

Sonya smiled. “Anyway, what I heard from one of my associates is that he has heard, from someone he didn't care to mention, is the two of them are being weird about it because they really tend to believe in Stalinism. Although this seems totally weird nowadays, at least, they seemingly, he said, are smart at really pretending they're blackmailed about their name.”

Carl looked at her. “Look,” he said, “whatever that Russian business associate of yours says, it's totally impossible that someone would in this day and age be able to do that!”

Sonya looked at him. “Even so I feel that there's not a virtue in denying that weirdos that pretend so might become the type of nuisance that in the end are really dangerous for me!”

He sighed and looked at his half-Russian wife. “Sonya, it's not he who should have said to you that it's anything to care much about! It's not he who should have been talking to you in the first place! I don't know if your Russian mother has it in her to be into that such things are possible here in the western world. But we aren't really susceptible to anything of the kind! I mean there's no thought of Stalin that would ever find any fertile soil around here!”

Sonya sighed. “Yeah, I know, Carl! Here in your part of Europe he wouldn't be anything but the laughing stock for all of us to have, if it weren't for the insolence of the way I and my mother find him to be Still somehow in power!”

He giggled a little while saying: “I didn't find there to be anything of this severe paranoia in you I answered your ad for a husband with relevance for helping you bound to our society! It seems to me now that you, not I, will be the one to deem relevant for that ridicule of being sophisticated as a manipulator who wants her fantasies be viewed as relevant for her associates and others to be into believing anything of!”

“Oh! You bastard of a guy! How can you tell me I'm not relevant for it?! There's not anything in what I've said that isn't into something that everyone else could have fallen for! There's relevance for that kind of trickery in almost anyone, in the sense that they don't even see that later on they might fall into another trap than the one that is too obvious to believe they would even exist those people doing that stuff that is on the surface of their attitudes!”

“I can't help that I'm giggling,” he said and felt that his laughter actually could have been repressed a little better. “But I can help that there's not any alternative for them but to see it in you that he, and then also you, should be looked at as if they have any potential to believe in that Stalinism still exists!”

“I don't feel that it does! I didn't even when I was a girl, who came to this country because my mother happened to find a husband who could readily accept her and me as his family!”

“I don't find that to be any different from that I am supposed to believe that your family now is situated very differently from back then, since you still really need my support for being into this country as an offset against those who don't seem to realize that they actually aren't capable of that cunning of pretension that ridicules the potential agony of being stuck up and imbecile!”

“I can't say it isn't your country that isn't about pretending our country isn't very frightening compared to yours!”

“I mean that! It is thereby I who never would accept that part of a theory that says a Stalinist - or even his relative - should ever appear in our social contexts or minds!”

“There's not any relevance for me to say that it's your country that is very generous on that behalf!”

“Then how come my country isn't relevant for us all to say that about?!”

“It's because they don't all seem to be appreciating the type of truth that says that kind of a thing!”

“I don't find you to be amusing now, and I don't even find you attractive enough to be the woman I wanted just two months ago!”

“I can't say that those fakers of some kind of enstallment or Stalinism are actually being what they actually are in real life when they seem to be those potential business partners! What I'm worried about is their masquerade, hardly at all, really, that stuff about them actually meaning that they could represent themselves like that!”

“I can see then that you're talking to me the way that I hoped you would! Finally I got you to really say that part of it all! You know I actually wondered what you were leading up to.”

“Okay! Then why shouldn't there also be a rule about business that those who don't represent themselves shouldn't be there on those conferences?!”

“Oh God! Don't they have that in that place! I mean it's the conference centre that really should see to it that they can't pertain to pretending that much about what they are there for!”

With an air of relief over his outburst against them, Sonya replied: “Yeah, that's true! Do you mean you're sure the other centres wouldn't ever pertain to that!?”

“Yeah - I'm almost sure!”

“Almost?!”

“Yeah!”

“How can one be sure not to be pestered by them again then?!”

“I can't tell for certain honey! But I can say there isn't any relevance for them in the other places I know!”

“Really!?”

“Really!”

“Then how come the man I talked to didn't seem to feel that he had been rid of them when he was at the centre where he asked around about them?!”

“He didn't?!”

“No! He didn't seem to be anything but pestered by them even when he was at either one of the other two places he mentioned as good - otherwise that is - for him in his search for new business partners!”

“That seems totally ridiculous!”

“I can't say it's ridiculous since they are all foreigners there, even easterners most of them! Thereby I can tell that someone probably has prejudice about foreigners, at least easterners, and wants them to seem irrelevant for the type of business we all are into that there should be!”

He sighed. “I can't believe my ears about that!”

“You should! We're actually into this trouble about why foreigners are to be viewed as superfakers about why they should be here and not in their own country and tend to take things back to how things were way back, or so!”

He looked at her in disbelief. I still can't quite believe that you really mean to say they're actually faking that in order to make foreigners stay away from ... is that from business here, you think, they should stay away?!”

“Yeah!”

“Then how come they're not into business about trying to fake that you're all the types of imbecile people who should really believe we aren't into business that are applicable for their so-called faking attitudes?!”

“I don't believe you're actually into anything that is about business, then! I mean if you're faking that they actually could be business people, then how come they seem at all to be into business in your circles!?”

“It's because I can't find the reason for them to be into so-called business in the first place! That is I can't believe they're trying to be into - even, then, if you must be a bastard about it! - our type of business, which - as far as I go, by the way - is much more successful than yours!”

“You feel we all aught to be into business together and then you should be able to brag about the so-called success, of which I have seen almost nothing but an extravagance as if to show of money, but which really did seem to be a rather cheap facade for a looser to have to hide the failures of the past!”

“I have been into more money than you can ask for! I have even bought that company you were speaking to me about last month! I have also developed assets in the US, which I shall apply to those businesses I have at home for the sake of developing the absolute power over the market that I can be going to need for future incomes. ...”

“You have, behind my back, created hidden assets!? You have, behind my back bought the company I had been aspiring to buy for several years!?”

She looked at him, somewhat solemnly. “Yes, I have!” she replied.

“Oh gosh!”

She smiled at him, still solemnly into seeing it openly in him to be her inferior, in the actual sense, but now also worried that he might condemn her attitude of sovereignty.

“I find there to be a problem with that you and I continue to do business, not to mentioned being married!” she said, after a short while, now sophisticatedly trying not to be solemn.

“I can't believe what I hear!”

Solemn again, she said: “You're not into the type of business I am. I just used you for a springboard for my further affairs, and will later on not mention you accept as my late husband,” she said and shot him.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Sisters of Sex Business

Adult (or at least semi-adult) story; follow the link if you want to read it anyway: Sisters of Sex Business