They had a mutual cash cow.
She bragged often about how easily and often she could milk that cow.
He misrepresented himself for years; pretended
to be family; discerned her gullibility, and she, even though she was
family, and spilled all of the old, spoiled tea to him. He thought it was new, accurate, unfiltered, honest tea, and he mopped it up, used, and served it.
He talked a good game, and she thought
he was a close friend; an insider who, by virtue of his closer proximity to their mutual cash cow,
would keep her informed.
They thought their cash cow would be very pleased with their association. They, however, had mutual enemies who threatened access to their cash cow.
They thought their cash cow would be very pleased with their association. They, however, had mutual enemies who threatened access to their cash cow.
Their
alliance was forged to drive a wedge between the cash cow and anyone who
challenged them. Surely, the cash cow would see that they
were the only ones truly on his side, and not just in his pockets.
They
both made fatal mistakes. He took familiarity too far, tried to con the wrong person, and got banned. She chose the
wrong person to whom she would be loyal, and got busted.
He only had one use of her, but she was, in her loneliness, actually warming to him. She actually began to think the con was her friend. Silly rabbit. Now they have to keep up their phone calls to each other, expressing fake concern for their cash cow, and disdain for those who saw through, and exposed them. They have to keep up their defense of each other, and their charade of a friendship, too. No one is fooled. They each see the other for the users and manipulators they truly are, and would turn on each other in a heartbeat if they thought it meant access to the cash flow that dried up as a result of their own antics.
Now, the jig is up, their motivation has been exposed, but they are still scheming; still inquiring of, and even sending others to the home of the cash cow to gain information for them—but to no avail.
He only had one use of her, but she was, in her loneliness, actually warming to him. She actually began to think the con was her friend. Silly rabbit. Now they have to keep up their phone calls to each other, expressing fake concern for their cash cow, and disdain for those who saw through, and exposed them. They have to keep up their defense of each other, and their charade of a friendship, too. No one is fooled. They each see the other for the users and manipulators they truly are, and would turn on each other in a heartbeat if they thought it meant access to the cash flow that dried up as a result of their own antics.
Now, the jig is up, their motivation has been exposed, but they are still scheming; still inquiring of, and even sending others to the home of the cash cow to gain information for them—but to no avail.
They even have social media spies who scour the pages of the cash cow's family looking for anything that they can capture, use, or repeat; anything that will make it appear that they are still in the loop.
She phones the cash cow every day, not realizing she is no longer trusted. After small talk, she eventually brings up the issues that used to cause her cash cow to reach for his checkbook and a postage stamp. The cash cow is hipper and wiser now. He is no longer a target. He suggests she go to her local bank. It, of course, has more money, and a greater chance than he does of getting its money back--with interest.
She phones the cash cow every day, not realizing she is no longer trusted. After small talk, she eventually brings up the issues that used to cause her cash cow to reach for his checkbook and a postage stamp. The cash cow is hipper and wiser now. He is no longer a target. He suggests she go to her local bank. It, of course, has more money, and a greater chance than he does of getting its money back--with interest.
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