Georgie Porgie Pudding and Pie

I saw something that would make the entire town catch fire with a frenzy of gossip and shameful satisfaction, I saw the Vanderhag’s son groping her worst enemy's daughter in an exhibition of inhibited lust. How bourgeois these people are, how predictable and pedantic their dreams of romance and desire are, they would not understand erotica if it rose up and burned their genitalia. How I longed to find minxie and show them what true passion is about, or obsession, six of one half dozen of the other, either way I could initiate her into a world that even her worst nightmare could not be reconciled with.

I regretted having no paparazzi to dribble gossip to, perhaps I should cultivate some unsavoury friends, oh wait Caspar Royale is my friend, so I have already done that! Caspar in his drive to be on the social pulse of this town is always willing to drivel whatever scandal I wish to have revealed into the ear of some brainless socialite, dear Caspar serves so many more uses outside of my bed. I had this undeniable urge to tell something to someone for to hold the key to Pandora’s box and not to open it is as shameful as pretending such a delicious tidbit did not exist. I could always tell the lovely Liselle of the cool kisses and see if she tells the Vanderhag in some sort of misguided friendship, oh wait she is sleeping with her husband so there is not much friendship there.

It would be amusing to be the decimator of vulgar social hags and also to watch the dismay of minxie as her social group is stripped of all their pretense and hypocrisy. This meeting of the Capulet and Montague is too sublime to ignore yet whatever my first urge is I will wait and watch and see the best way I can torment minxie with this knowledge. For if I know of it, sooner or later so will she and if I can use the leverage of threatening to destroy a friend to force her back to me, I will not hesitate. Oh sweet minxie of the stormy heart shall I call you up and breathe heavily for a while?

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