A Convincing Woman of Sending-to-Coventry Bullying

“Ohh, I'm so sorry about it” she whimpered. It was almost an insult for him to hear her of all people say it. It was an insult against not only himself, but also against the people who really could be whimpering like that about their own lack conscience. Cause somehow this woman was impossible as what she very much seemed to be by behaving this way, namely someone who deep inside cared. It was not she, Freddie knew, who really cared, because she had fooled the others into having the kind of an attitude he had been complaining about.

It was moreover almost impossible, also, that all of the others had a conscience about it, he felt, since they were all more or less taking part in letting her be their representative. She whined on about how she still cared, and how the others had tricked her into not caring. Meanwhile all of the others, or so it seemed, felt sorry for her. Even so, Freddie knew that Suzanne had lied. She had no real conscience whatsoever about him. Nor could he believe he had much of a conscience about all of the others - except, that is, a slight conscience about their evil sides. This conscience she really learned to whine about as though she was innocent, he thought for himself.

It had been a severe blackmail against all his efforts had been about. It had been and was still a destructive smartness against there seeming to be any good enough effort in him, even though he had struggled and worked on being thorough so much more about this than both his own usual efforts - in for example school - and the efforts others made for establishing the reality of life be real and not pretend benefits for all. This she had blackmailed by seeming innocent when she reasoned as if they - the others - suffered because of Freddie. Recently though, someone had come up with that they actually were wrong in distrusting Fred. But then the whining of the guilty woman herself made mockery of the potential happiness Freddie could have about it!

Peter looked at Suzanne and said: “We are all just grateful to be here when it seems to be us that everyone should be triumphing about as good friends! I think even that weird old Freddie should be seen as a friend sometimes! How about I see to it that he finds us to be good friends just for once!?”

“I suppose you can do it!” Suzanne answered. “But I also suppose you will pretend that it's I and not you who is the guilty one about all this! Therefore you should not speak to the man! It is important that none of us tries to blackmail the other! Remember that Peter! That is the code of essence in being innocent for all that there is to it - and to this world - and about Christ!” she stated.

Freddie looked at them speaking. “I have no reason to like either one of them,” he said to himself. “But even so, I could have somehow, I guess, have trusted that rogue Peter a little, if she had not stopped him.” His words were silent, but they looked at him as though they, at least sort of, guessed them. That is, at least four of the ten people around Freddie seemed to be intuitive about his feelings. Those four did not include Suzanne - nor even Peter, at all. But one of the four, whom Freddie had found that in, said: “Wow, it seems like the guy is peculiar about himself as the victim of the circumstance again!” Then, Freddie got the point that neither he, nor probably the others had any good notion about his points of view. But they all bore a facade of caring about him, it seemed to him now, that said that they would care enough not to make that kind of a mistake. “It's all fake! They're all fake!” he thought for himself.

Suzanne now began to speak and said that “Even though it's evil of Freddie not to ever seem to care about the humility in us others, we still can care about him in the sense that we care about the sense there is in seeming innocent when we are into not being it! That way we all can seem innocent when we are!” she boasted. And even though Fred naturally saw through her, it really seemed innocent of her to have that point of view.

It seemed evil for Freddie that they boasted about their morals, about all of them did. They seemed innocent on the surface, but guilty as the devil's superiors in being evil underneath.

For the sake of relief from her immediate insinuations that she was superb as the devil himself, Freddie said to himself: “It is not even worth it to try to understand this woman! She's just all wretched, just all evil, just all bad!”

Another, younger, Suzanne looked at her, and then him, and then at her again. Then she asked: “How about you and I try to go out to dine together?”

“Who do you mean?” Freddie, and then also the older Suzanne asked her.

“I meant either one of you! Perhaps we could even go to dinner all three of us!” she answered.

“No, I don't think so!” the older Suzanne said proudly. “I want ot be where my friends are, not where this sort of a semi-brute is!”

“Okay!” the younger Suzanne said. “But how come you and your family always claim to be so truthful that we shouldn't ever be able to seem blackmailed by what you say about me, or the others among my acquaintances? Because I, for one, feel blackmailed by that you seem to all the them say to people that it is 'the other Suzanne' who is pretending to be innocent!”

Freddie looked at them and then established for himself that they didn't like one another enough to really be into blackmailing him as intensely as he thought they had. This was to some alleviation for him. But he had the notion that they still much prided themselves about bullying him, and then seeming too innocent to ever have done it. For the sake of ridding - or at least alleviating - himself of this notion, he asked out loud: “What do they think they can find in pretending am everyone's not-to-be-trusted type of fellow, when they can't even find in themselves not to handle me as the worst type of guy there is, apart from when they really see it in each other what the other person's bad sides are?!”

The younger Suzanne looked at him. “I have never said you were a really bad - or not-to-be-trusted - type of person! Even so, I feel right now that you are bad enough not to trust me even though I was going to ask you for a date! Now, how come you seem to be so innocent when all you do is complain about us other people?!”

“It is not I who should not complain,” he replied. “On the contrary I feel very much that even you go behind my back and that even though we could have dated you would just have used that date as an excuse for further blackmail further along!”

She looked at him and replied: “How about you and I go out on a date even so, Fred?”

He looked at her. “I guess I get that kind of notion about you that you're not too innocent to hang around with! So I feel I cannot feel for you what I have to feel that a trust worthy woman should be! Even if we two can get along, there on that date, I believe we cannot find in each other to be a person to trust, respectively, apart from if we really get along so that we never tend to hide anything from each other, which I find impossible - from looking at you!”

The older Suzanne looked at the younger Suzanne. “I feel you and I should go out on a date without Freddie! Then you and I can get along and he will have to blame himself for that!” With that the two of them greeted each other to a successful series of possibilities that could and probably would, sooner or later, lead to freer belief in themselves as good people, and Fred as the real evil guy. ...

The Newcomer

“Killer!” Peter established. “The guy is a real lunatic, and you know what? He's also going to kill me for having to kill her in first place!”

“Oh! That's a dangerous man!” Carl agreed.

“Then,” Sophie proclaimed, “we should all just see to it we can't be found out about, right?!”

“Right!” Two of the others said at once. All seven who were gathered felt that they should be able to kill the four of them soon enough not to be discovered by the police or something.

“But why,” a guy who tended to be into faking that he was a journalist named Benny Ray said. His actual name was Andrew, but he always, almost, called himself Benny. “Why should we seem to be innocent when all they respect is violence and so!?”

“Ben, we don't all have to agree that you are as smart as they think you are! It's not about your newspaper now! It's about that they don't want to seem dangerous, and neither should we! By the way, I think they shouldn't be expected to take it seriously if the news papers seem to think we are smart at being killers too!”

The guy who pretended to be a reporter looked at him, and answered: “Look, I have the real competence to fake that we're into both innocence and guilt, so much at the same time that we really can be respected by both parties. Both those who are violent and those who are like us!”

“Look,” Leslie broke in, “it's not really too important whether or not he, the guy your imitating, will propose us to be seen as baad people, or good ones! It's about to which extent they believe that we have the potential to deal with them as those kinds of people who are super smart to kill.”

Andrew looked at her, as himself for a while. Then he changed his appearance back to being Benny Ray, and answered: “Don't dare to say to us that we shouldn't be portraying that in the media! Don't dare to say to him, that guy who sort of am what I appear to be here that we shouldn't be into seeing it in you to be killers as well! Don't dare to say to me that he's not a killer that Andrew! Don't dare not to view yourself as the potential killer of a conspirator with both him and the ones who assist in his representation of me amongst the assumed to be mediocre, but who are actually of really good help for us at the newspaper sometimes!”

Leslie looked at him again. This time she felt an astonishment over his attitude. “How can I speak to a someone who's not here to represent himself!? What the fuck do you think we are around here?! Some actors whom you can just use for that game your trying to pull?! I, for one, don't like it! Why,” she turned to Peter, “do you try to fake that his attitude isn't very immature!? And why the fuck should we all have to accept that shit from him!?”

Peter ignored her. Instead he looked at Carl and said: “I propose we both go to that gathering where the journalists present the issue about the good people's assumptions! Then, perhaps, they can happen to let us in to the feeling of what should be said in the media!”

Carl seemed introspective about what his friend said. “Okay,” he answered. “Let's go there and have them seem good enough to present that attitude about themselves for us! Let's go there and find out how to make Andrew seem even more like Ben! I suppose you and I should be the ones to leave for it, when it's time for it. But I suppose Leslie couldn't come whit us?!”

“No!” a girl named Ashley broke in. “No way that Leslie should be trusted about it! But in a sense, she should be there to learn something. So I propose she come with us to have it she's Annie Brown!”

“I couldn't pretend to be Annie Brown any more than he can pretend to be that journalist of some kind! And besides, why should we go to a journalists' meeting when we don't even have the educations for knowing how to run a newspaper?!”

Ben, as it seemed, glared at her. “We shouldn't put up with this kind of behaviour! Even so, Leslie, you aught to try to learn what the advantages of this so-called theater is about! I propose you go there this evening, and try to be Annie, and then also have her grateful for being represented amongst them!”

“Oh, gosh! How can this hocus-pocus be something that I'll have to learn here! I thought this was a serious club! How the fuck do you expect me to want to learn that?!”

Ashley and radiated modishness when she looked at her and answered: “We don't feel you should not be into the same kind of clarity on the ones whom they seem to be as us! Even so, they should never be able to find out that from you! It isn't we, it's they who will be seen as the lunatics who never underestimate their capacity! It's they, not us, who will never be careful in the contexts of public attention! Therefore you should be careful what you say here, because we never seem to be the ones we are, unless we can be taken as small stuff! For instance, I'm not Ashley if I want to be that small-stuff girl whom doesn't get the point of being superb so that everyone can see it! Now your not Leslie - can you follow? - unless you wanna be that small-stuff woman who doesn't pertain to actual superb attitudes about herself! ... Now, if you get that part, Annie, you don't have to fret anymore about the public opinions! Just remember that Leslie will take care of it!”

Leslie looked thoughtful. But she also was drawn to the high regard of a self in Annie, whom she almost seemed to seem to be, even without any effort for trying to pretend. She straightened her back, then, and said: “You all should view me as Annie, then! But you all should be clear on it: I am not Annie when I come back to the naive attitudes of that Leslie Stephenson! And thereby, I propose, I am not Leslie now, because I want to feel part of this company! And I want to take par tin the atmosphere around here!”

“Good! Great!” and “Annie, your very welcome with us!” people greeted the newcomer.

An Assumption for the Foreign Tradesmen to Have - about Domestic Pleasures

“Hey! Don't fret! They don't know how to handle the cold weather we have up here! And besides, those policemen don't know that it's us women that it is up here, to be reckoned with for intimidation, so that they don't squeal and so!”

“Okay, mama! But then I'll know beforehand - or I won't be any part of it!”

“You mean, Anne, the part about where they wanna be? Or do you mean that about how they're going to load their trucks when they're here!?”

“No! I mean that part about how they're going to be about their business. That is, how they're gonna say to each other, or to our people, what the deals should be. And if they have any code words or something, I think I need to know most of it in advance!”

“Alright, Anne, I'll try to have your father find out about those things!”

“Okay, mama! And do it thoroughly! Because I don't believe those Russians are gonna be small stuff to handle - if we make a mistake about them!”

Two weeks later, Anne and an accomplice of hers checked the loading place for the trucks. They were not seemingly intelligent when checking. A manager, who eventually ran into them, just said: “Kids, you can't play around here just now! Because we're going to load a truck here in just a few hours.”

Anne looked at her accomplice, who looked back and then said: “How come they don't arrive here without any big fuzz about them!?”

“It's because,” the manager answered, “they don't feel like being viewed as little people! That's why!”

“Then how come,” Anne filled in, “Can't we play here until just before they arrive?”

He looked at her with slight dismay. “No you can't keep on playing here! They'll be arriving in an hour or two, and they shouldn't be having to be into regards about any sort of children's play!”

“I can't find it in you,” Anne's friend objected, “to ever take in to account that exactly the children's play that they will see, perhaps, can inspire them to feel rather good about themselves in this country!”

The manager didn't remark anything about that. Instead Anne added: “Don't you feel that it's into this country's exactly fun that they could be wanting to be!?”

“No,” the manager answered. “It is not in this country that they want to play games with some stupid kids!”

Anne and her accomplice looked at each other. They were both around thirteen. “I can't,” said Anne, “feel up to pretension about our asses as being better than theirs! But how come they couldn't like my ass better if I saw in them to be the fun to be had about foreigners around here?!”

The manager examined them, scrutinized them a little. Then he said: “I suppose you mean the two of you could be those whores that actually don't seem like whores to them! Am I following you right, then?!”

Anne's friend looked at Anne and said to the manager: “I suppose we look like whores to you! But I don't think they would consider us to be it! Because, I have in my ass a little something of a cunning that is about those foreigners, and their ways to treat us domestics!”

“What do you mean you have the cunning?! And why should I believe you two should be the right choice for whores to employ for the reception of those Russians?!”

“Oh! They don't have in us to be to their advantage unless you pay us to be it!”

“How?” asked the manager.

“It's by standards of our life here, in the north, that you should know that we are tricky in not supporting them unless we have it in some of our own people to tell us to!” said the friend of Anne.

“Why, then, should I trust you not to be on their side, and bought in the first place?!” said the manager.

“Because I don't have to trust them any more than I have to trust you! So how come we don't play with them and feel our way towards what they want of a deal? Then we can, perhaps, share this information with those who really are cunning in our ways - and not let it be reserved for those foreigners that are dangerous to our community!”

“Okay! That's a thought! But how can I trust you to do the right thing? How can I trust you to treat those Russians the way a man should be treated when he's here on business, and not pleasure?!”

Anne's friend looked at him and said in a ow voice: “I see that they can be found to be reasonably smart at finding themselves stable at being sophisticated at their own business, but when it comes to our country's habits, they can't figure us out, and thereby we will gain the advantage that is to be seen in how they might be into finding our asses be theirs for the pleasure of a girl from this country!”

“Do you know what you're actually getting yourselves into?! Having them buy you for pleasure is against the law! And they will not permit it unless they have a guarantee that they won't be seduced into saying or doing anything stupid!”

Anne looked at the guy. “Find yourself to be the coward of not letting us try, then! But from now on I want you to know that I could have handled those Russians just as good as any adult mistress to be had for the pleasure of a weekend! Or wasn't that what they were going to have, a weekend of smart business, but also some pleasure around here?!”

Anne's friend also looked at the manager, and said: “If there isn't to be any pleasure around here, how do you suppose they can be going to be back here, easily?”

“I suppose you have it all thought out, then? I guess I can let you see them for a few hours! But first of all they shouldn't be seeing you as the first thing they arrive! I can arrange some accommodations so that we can spy on them. And if you can seduce one or two of those four fellows, then that's a trap for them that we should not display for them - at least not right away!”

“I propose,” Anne said, “that she and I go to bed with those two who are of highest rank among those who come here! And then we can, perhaps, find out something for the gain of our country and so!”

“Alright! I'll see what I can do for it! By the way, how do you know that they are into pleasure with women in the first place? I mean, have you considered the possibility that a boss among them might even be a female - not to mention faggot?”

The girls looked at each other. “I guess she means,” Anne said, after a short silence, “that you should arrange with the two highest among them who seem quite keen on female company for a night!”

Her accomplice looked at her and seemed to agree.

Erik's Friends

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Christina's "Best Friend"

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In this Neighbourhood ...

“We are the venoms of this neighbourhood!” his sister said. “I and my friends are the worst women in the state!”

“I don't find you any bader than most of the other girls I know! As a matter of fact I don't consider you bader than even those they suppose are the suckers about all of this!”

“Okay then, bro! But then I'll consider you ignorant of what it's all about!”

“I see that you can feel self-security from saying that to yourself! So I'm gonna consider that to be what you actually want by telling me so! But I'm not gonna consider you any bader than what they are just the same!”

She knew that he was not going to change his mind about that. So instead of arguing with him, she decided to consider him a nuisance from now on. With that notion in her mind, she left him to himself, and went to the park where they usually ignored the fact that they knew that some had their fake orgasms about trying to be cool just like she and her tow very good friends.

She seated herself on a park bench there and considered herself be of cooler attitude than almost anyone she knew. She was the kind of girl who could very easily get into a sexual ecstasy from just thinking about the love she had for being a vulgar smart kid whom everybody fancied. “I consider it to be a virtue,” she said to herself, “to be of a horny kind! Thereby I shall not ever be the victim of my brother's fake smartness for what is moral and what is not! I'll forever be this cool kind of a kid, and forever will he be my little bro, who never gets even the first point about sex and the attitudes that go with it!”

While she sat there and contemplated, a park keeper became visible and closed up on her. She looked at him and said nothing at first. But the park keeper said: “I don't consider there to be any reason for you to hang around here right now! You know I don't consider kids your age to be for me to consider reliable about their attitudes!”

She looked at him and answered: “I can't see you find it in anyone around here to be of an absolute attitude about not disturbing anyone else! Now get off me and find yourself at home with me not liking that you hang around here either!”

The park keeper looked at her and said nothing. After a while he left. But, then after two more minutes he returned with two other park keepers, one man and one woman, with him. They were saying to each other that they all had encountered that exactly she was usually offensive in the park.

The woman of the company told the young lady to leave. But the young lady responded just by smiling and then faking that she saw it in the woman who had talked to her to be the real bitch of the context. By doing that she insinuated that the woman she looked at was cornily pretending to be more moral than she.

The other park worker whom the first park worker had fetched there said: “I see the bitch can't seem to cooperate with you!” He looked with contempt at the young lady on the bench.

She looked at him and said: “I consider it a fact that the three of you cannot touch my ass for the sake of getting me out of here, apart from doing the illegal stuff that you already have told me you can't be about with us!”

The first park keeper looked at her and sighed. Then he said to the others: “Let's keep it a secret just exactly how much we're allowed to do; from now on, let's just blame her for whatever happens!”

The female park keeper looked at her and said: “I find her to look guilty even in the sense that she doesn't pertain to finding herself at home with us being moderate in our attitudes against the others here! So, now, what shall we do with her ass so that she can't brag about getting away with what she does all the time!?!”

“I think,” the more newly arrived of her male coworkers said, “that she wants to be one of the girls who's as smart as the bad guys! Therefore I think she aught to be considered one of them, and thereby I for one cannot consider her to be anything but a nuisance in the first place. That is, I find it in me to consider this person to be a reason not to like the kinds of people that she represents!”

The woman on the park bench smugly thought for herself that she didn't need to be considered a person he would welcome, nor any of the other park keepers. Therefore she said to him that she didn't fret his attitude any more than that of a child who was perhaps mad at her. Upon that, though, he suddenly began beating her, and then said: “There was not a point was there, in having it she's not one of the guys!”

"Your Friends Aren't as Good as Mine!"

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