Fine Figure of a Fool

I went out to lunch with several gentlemen of business who were seeking my support as all gentlemen of business do when they wish for a Dubois to fund their various enterprises. While I was not feeling amenable to their dreary visions I did require an outlet to distract me from thoughts of my precious. Lately she had been consuming my nights in sexual fantasies that controlled more and more of my waking hours. The more I wanted her the more I was required to destroy her, such weakness would never befit a Dubois as she was indeed my Achilles heel.

I allowed the visionless fools to take me to Sedero’s, the place where most business wheeling and dealing in this town is conducted. A modern décor with entertainment at night, the menu offered an above average luncheon utilizing the fine wine from our local vinery. Despite the lack of testicular fortitude of the local baron his product was indeed superior and he had no trouble selling his merchandise to a captive world. The restaurant is run by what once was the beauty of the town who managed, despite her sleaze of a husband weighing her down, to create an empire despite starting from the wrong side of town. Had she not the mouth of sailor and soul of the vampire I might have allowed her the pleasure of my bed however she had nothing to appeal in the way of conquest.

What do you think greeted my weary eyes when I arrived there? My little minx, working like some common creature standing next to a chattering gibbon, some fool of a boy who looked as if he has mixed up some costume party for his place of work. I was well aware this was the son and heir of the Italian sleaze and his foul wife and when I saw her scowl I suddenly wished him dead for those scowls belong to ME. My little minx I mourn your absence in my life and in return I shall torment your little girlfriends with gossip about their young men and find this fool a cage while I search for a way to make you all mine again.

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