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G Point

I do not think that I am betraying my duty of confidentiality by letting you know that many members of our club are asking me for guidance concerning the "G" point.

Professor Nils Niels.

What is the G point ?

The "G" point is the area of our being (please students, anybody writing body instead of being will receive a G mark!), so as I was explaining the G point or rather, as I prefer to say (contrarily to my less learned colleagues, if I can really give them that name), the G points, with three "s" are the areas which control all our actions, feelings, emotions. Touching the G point will increase the rewards, thwarting G points will create great feelings of pain and hunger and generally insatisfaction.

Regretfully, it has also been noted that reaching the G points, while creating a momentary feeling of elation and satisfaction, does not change in any susbstancial way the basic needs, orrather, as I will explain in a paper to be soon published by a prestidigious Scientif magazine, in rather increases the needs.

G points are like fires, the more wood you add to the fire, the stronger the fire, the more wood is needed, until you and the wood is burned out, leaving you with a feeling of exhaustion and dissatisfaction.

At the police Academy School, I teach that there are three basic "G" point

Gold

Glory

G'Love

Find the missing G point and you find the killer.

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G Point : G'Love

Abby was happy young woman. She had been good at school, her teachers were always so satisfied with everything she did; Not only was she doing very well in Hard Sciences, but she was also a promising artists, both in visual arts and in music arts. Her family had surrounded her with love and care, she never really felt the storms that are supposed to make teenage time a period of Hell, for family as well as for youngsters. When she had her first cigarette, her father explained how to use it and how not to get offered dangerous cigarettes; When she got drunk for the first time, her mother's main problem was not to laugh her head off when taking care of her.

Abby had long blond hair, so long that she could tie it round her neck two times;She never needed any special product to voluminize it or make it more shinny, there was no way it could be better than it was.

Abby was a normal, or a bit more than normal young woman. She was considering what she would offer to her parents when they would celebrate their weeding anniversary.

Celine was two years younger than Abby. She was very good in physics and mathematics, she did not care much about art. Her main area of interest was theoretical Social Sciences and Theoretical Economy, at the age of eighteen her thesis about the linkage between the Analysis of the Trends of the Hedge funds and its applications for the forecast of Old Age related Expenditure had been considered for publication in very respected Journals. She was at eighteen a Member of the American Society for International Economics. She had been voted in after having obtained a special derogation to the rules.

When Abby was blonde, Celine was a brunette, but she could really not care less about her appearance, when being told how beautiful she was, how attractive her blue eyes were against her brown hair, she smiled, but really, she did not care. That beauty she was carrying was just an incident of life, it would not last forever.

Celine used to discuss with their parents the disposition they were taking for what is usually called the "old age"; When she did not have the information needed, she would get it. Her parents were relying more and more on her advice. Celine was not very much interested in the anniversary of their wedding day, for her, as a statistician, this was only a node on an evolution curve, a node that had to be respected and studied, but it was nothing emotional.

The Anniversary day came.

The anniversary day was foremost her father for her mother and her mother for her father and the parents for the daughthers and the daughters for the parents.

The parents had told both girls that no gift was necessary, that the greatest gift had already been given and recieved, to have two such daughters they loved so much.

After the gifts and celebrations between her father and mother, Celine ger her gift. She had worked out for weeks on the Central Computer the different possible scenarii for their investments and now she was able to give then an investment plan for their retirement that not only would be much safer but also provide nearly 30% more return that they were hoping for. Her fther and mother were deeply moved, they had never told their girls, but they had beenr eally worried about their future.

Abby unwrapped her gift and now they understood why she had dressed with that beautiful bandana; She had cut her hair, she had been to the hairdresser were her mother went, she had been to the her dresser where her father went and she had made a composition which was both color and form were one could see the love their parents had for one another.

It was one of the most happy and joyous day of the life of the family, never had they felt tso united and loved.

Abby's art work was hanged on the wall in front of the parents bed, Celine's retirement plan was put in the family safe and copied to tghe Attorney.

A year went, two years went, Abby was having her first show at a gallery, her parents were so pround of her.

Celine had not been doing so well that year; None of her teachers could explain why she appeared to ahve lost her interest for the theory of statiscal anaylisis using fluctuating volumes instead of discreet data. Celine appeared not only to have lost interest in the Sciences of Economics, she was even claiming that she wanted to diverge to a new subject concerning the subjectivity of the concept of beauty and success.

Celine had been arrested for drunk driving and given a warning.

The Show was a big success, nearly half of the objects were sold immediately, but more important, articles were written and important owners were beginning to check if Abby would be willing to go into contract with them.

Celine left the School of Economics and drifted to Europe were she enrolled as consultant for a Non Governmental Organization fighting against pollution, nobody really knows when she started using drugs;

When Abby went to U.K. for her first show in Europe, on a wet and cold night she was hit by an unidentified car. She died in the hospital.

Celine went back to take care of her family.They never recovered from the death of Abby and never used the funds they had planned for trips and courses and a happy retirement. Celine never married. She remained with her parents, everybody was praising her for her courage and for her devotion to her family. Nobody really noticed the bruise marks on her mother.

I hope it is obvious that it is a rewrite of Cain and Abel.

Humiliated for Ever

It was a great day for Bertie. It had been a great accomplishment when they had asked him to join the Masters, and now he had created a branch in his own town and they were going to elect the President, not only would he be President but also Founding Father. The Provincial Governor was going to attend and support and endorse his nomination. His wife would attend, carrying her new diamond. She was not totally happy, her diamond would be smaller than the diamonds of the Doctor's Wife. The only shadow on his pride and happiness was that his children would not attend this High Point in his life, not only did not appear to be impressed by what was happening to him, they even made fun of the whole Organization.

Bertie had to hold two speeches, the Acceptance speeech and the Programme speech. His children were making fun of him, telling him that he had better keep the speeches short as the only thing the members would care about would be to see if the cook was as good here as at the previous Club and that they were probably already, when entering, dying for a drink, or two, or three and encouraged by the drinks for some approach work to other member's wives.

Bertie felt that this was not right, it would be pointless to be elected President and Founding Father if he could not explain to his new friends what all this meant, why becoming President of such a revered Club was so important for Him and for Them, he was an example that hard work, endurance and willingness to accept suffering could take a youngster from abject poverty and humiliation to Power and Respect and Faith.

He would now be welcome everywhere, there would not be anybody or any power to tell him that he could not enter because he was not properly clothed.His friends would all be men of accomplishment, with whom he would share wines he would claim to have found in a remote village where the vineyard was only producing a few thousand bottle of wines per year, that he received a hundred bottles each year since he had saved the local rugby club from ruin by convincing the Senate Representative to vote a special allocation. Bertie had even been offered to have his name on the label of the wine, but his wife told him that it would certainly have a poor taste of "nouveau riche", he desisted but regretted, he would have loved to see that label.

To have his name on a high class wine bottle! When he was young he had only read of wine, he would not at that time have been able to make the difference between 2 dollars and a 200 dollars bottle, most likely both of them would have tasted awful to him, the strongest he had ever drunk was that left over beer product which they call Kwass in Russia and Light Beer in Sweden, it has an atrocious taste of old sour rag and is only good to still the hunger. Lite beer was not a total waste, when he was working during the winter in the forest and they would come across a nest of sleeping adders, they would take them and put them into the 4 gallons Lite Beer jugs which they would send back to the factory.

At least working in the forest, you neither did have to change clothes nor could you change clothes, where would you get them from and how could you wash them when you were fighting your way all daytime against two meters of soft snow?

Thanks to his family he had been allowed to attend school. When he passed all his exams so easily, it became such a difficult decision to decide whether he should attend College or not. If he attended College, it meant another three years without additional salary and instead increased expenditures, more than that, he could not be offered the chance to go to College and be the shame of his elder brother, who did not have his brains but managed to pass each year through hard work.

Bertie and his brother were allowed to attend College. The father went back on the sea, the mother remained taking care of the family with whatever money there was.

Bertie and his brother went through College and Bertie came out brilliantly, his brother managed.

Both of them had had a hard time hiding their parents from their schools friends. Bertie was ashamed of his father and glad that he was away nearly twelve months a year on the sea. He did not dislike his mother, he knew she was working very hard, but she did not understand a word of the books written in that strange foreign language, French, to tell the truth, aside from the Bible, did she know any book at all?

Both had been present at graduation day, his father having managed to arrange his travels so that he would be in Sweden that months, the advantage with sailors being that they could cloth anyway they wanted to or could, everybody knew that a sailor's life was not like the life of a Townsman, and now he was no longer a Sailor but Chief, Engine Chief, one of the hardest and most respected ranks; His mother, whatever she would do, she would look for what she was, a poor, hard, ferocious woman without any class or breeding. Nobody would know that each week she killed the rat by drowning them in the water basin. Anyway, on graduation, the parents would all be there in the Theatre, nobody would know who is parents where, and after the ceremony the boys, rather the young men, would vanish for a one week drinking bout which would take them all around the town and tradition was that they would even get it for free, especially if it was the first time.

After College, there was no job in Sweden, there was nothing to do but to go and look elsewhere. When Bertie arrived at the Gare du Nord in France he had one suitcase and his French was not even sufficient to ask for a room and say that this price was too expensive.

It took Bertie ten years to fight out of poverty. His brother did not lake it.

During these ten years, Bertie would take any job offered, after a month he would ask or demand an increase in salary, if offered a 100 he would demand 150 and compromise at 145.

It took Bertie ten years to get of the stench of Poverty and Humiliation. Ten years, Bertie was never afraid of anything, well, that is not true, he would have killed father, mother, and God himself not to fall down again into poverty.

It took him ten years and now he was President and Founding Father, and had a house, was the most powerful Director, knew about the best wines and ladies, ten years, and another ten years, yet every time one of these powerful and rich friends lowered his eyes, Bertie felt it that they were going to say "Bertie, dear me, you have a hole in your socket!".

Ten years to get out of Poverty and another ten years to become a man of importance, yet all his life, Bertie would be that poor Bertie, the kid that did not have football shoes, the kid whose mother nobody knew. Ten years and then ten years to escape from Poverty, and still he could feel the jaws of Poverty just one shodow behind him, just one day in front of him.

Ten years to escape from Poverty and another ten years and He got all and everything he had ever wanted to have and even more, and now he had ten years to sit, alone, in front of his typewriter and write stories nobody would ever want to read, not even his children would read them without making fun of him.

Ten years with a cat to read the Figaro, ten years to pretend that he was the very important Bertie, that he was respected, that he was admired; Not loved, who cared about such nonsense?

On Monday he had three black points on his back, on Friday he had three sores, one month later he had a hundred sores. The digestive system which had killed his father, started killing him. Ten years to get out of poverty, ten years to again to be sure, ten years to be rich, and then ten years with a cat and a typewriter and then three years in the stench of shit that would run out and out, and all these unknown hurried caretakers coming twice a day to clean his arse, all these efforts and he would die, all flesh gone, all blood gone, all liquid gone.

The coffin was very light yet it took a long time to burn.

When Your Urge demands that you be powerful, more powerful,

When your Urge demands that you be the Richest

When your Urge demands that you be the most humble

When your Urge demands that you be the greatest success

When your Urge demands that you be the most viewed

When you Urge demands that you be loved, more loved,

When your Urge demands that you must be the Greatest

When your Urge demands that you be flawless

Your Master is your Hell

It was not my intention at the beginning, but the story is 99% true life

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