Chapter 1
So amused that we can mock you and take from your lips what you mean. Things that matter and do what we like to you. Add to the luxuries we in. Mockery? Ouch did it hurt? Smart girls are us.
It is in London and it is 2023.
Time is elevated nearing the time when we should desist. But we can't resist.
Silliness is now over.
We are the wit. We do the deals we are the charisma. We have the means to destroy or make the world.
We have it all.
We want more.
And more.
Mother Zeks has flown the nest her thoughts are with them.
"We are sitting in the front room discussing the papers."
Dad Fidel is in a good mood.
" What of course we are so beautiful we do not want a beat old hag like you on our deals." Said Jane. As she throws another story away. My stories are as if they are rubbish.
"She will throw you out too one day." Mother smiles innocently.
"Don't worry mum she already has."
Beauty is our thing and bisexual group sex. We do not like you because you are square. We are hooligans in there. We do the things we are the fiends. We are the new vampires in front of the cameras. Busking in ourselves.
They are so much stronger than any other girls.
"Lord I look good tonight."
"You always look great."
"The shadows have disappeared."
Health is poor because of poverty.
"She liked some parts of me. Then she changes her mind."
"Steal her thunder."
A thunderous applause.
"Let us break her."
"How to tell?" Said a big girl knockers everywhere.
"I will do whatever."
"She will be so worn out she will go crazy."
The group is enjoying their jokes.
They do work hard at reading.
"We will keep you posted."
"We are women we just call her a woman who is against the progress of women."
"A new banner?"
"She is anti so must be nothing to do with progress."
"But her sister ?"
"She is us."
"Let us block her." They mean me.
"She is worse than a rapist?"
She is anti-feminist and anti-gay rights.
"Not true." I tried to speak, "I am just not gay,"
"We behaved well towards you,"
"You go after my old things? My husband is yours."
Mother said nothing it was going through me as if the memories were still inside me.
"She closed her shop rather than be with me."
"But it is nothing we are going to teach her to kneel to us."
Mother said that she could not be with us any longer as we were no longer succeeding.
"Sometimes bad. The ach."
Mother left the room because she and Jane took off.
Her torn legs as she is with those gross bags on them.
"I am not hiring her."
"Why not tell her?"
"I am mean."
Her beautiful eyes glint as she fondles her friend and they go and enjoy a moment. In there with her knockers being licked and all of her out and openly enjoying their love.
A man younger than he appears is knocking on their door. She hisses he has come home early. When she has a moment to enjoy in the shower with her loving friend.
Knock and more knock to see if his pearl is indoors. Then he thoughtfully thinks she may be ill and does the lunch.
"She cannot control it."
She hopes he does see and hopes he does not.
He senses her passion.
"I am home just for lunch"?
"My dear how nice to see you." She said in a broken manner, "I have been asleep."
Her friend is laughing in the shower.
The radio is on so he is absentminded. She is looking gorgeous as usual. Her thin thread on life is so touching. He is touched by her being unwell and in need. Her being always housebound and not going to be normal.
"Ouch, your asthma my heart." He is heartbroken to know she may die young. He is very upset.
"Is it okay to sleep for a bit?"
"I was resting." She insists.
That is my nephew.
Sheer hate crime does not involve hurt it is about sex. How does one have everything in one go?
"Everything is mine," She silently gloats.
Mr Todd younger than ever left the house made the lunch and then disappointedly fled. He has a good deal of work to catch up on. He is so sadly happy.
"He is going to inherit the house. I want it too." Said Jane in her beastly manner. Her insistence has marked her life. Her behavior ruined her sanity. Made her ridiculous.
"The auntie will leave the house I will get the lot and then she re-enters the shower and blasts away."
"You are so cruel."
They achieve orgasm.
They linger on the bed.
Like witches in heat. They cannot leave themselves alone. long time. They are smarter than they reason what is worse to be naive or to be a fool? They laugh in splendor.
Many of the boys she has done end up in swimming pools.
The men to the swimming pool to drown and then let them survive after the whirlwind things she gave them.
"I gave them experience," She would say.
"Too much champagne."
The youths who believe in love do not know the sarcasm that we have.
The mothers laugh it can't happen to me I am just too good with them. The lads can take care of themselves. Rule one there is nothing to do but take them to the art gallery and feed them cake.
Fucks you all up does it not?
