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Guess Who Came to Dinner
Tonight was the most glorious of twist of fate for while I had searched for my minxie in vain there she was this evening delivered into my arms by, believe it or not, the Vanderhag! Oh how amusing it was to see her vexation at my unexpected appearance, surely she did not believe she would be able to attend a social function and avoid my presence? Even the Vanderhag dare not leave my name off the list, and her friendship with Liselle wound ensure my inclusion in all social interactions.
Caspar taking to heart my little incentive did manage a little whisper into her ear which galvanized the hag into action. Unbeknown to us she was worried over the lack of direction of minor son and considered an alliance with a Dubois a very satisfactory future as although the Dubois secretly frightened her she was envious of our unchallenged authority in this town, something she aspired to with her self appointed reign of the glitterati.
The hag’s husband was nowhere to be seen, no doubt off with one of his little liaisons and she decided to host a small dinner affair so she could show gracious acceptance of my little cousin. Of course my sister was there in support, if she had hoped to see the hag’s husband about she was to be disappointed and instead simmered with silent glee at the incredulous discomfort of Elyce. I had neglected to inform her of the purpose of the dinner party, something Liselle discovered through the babblings of the hag and instead left her to the prying of Vanderhag, how amusing.
My night was ecstatic because to my infinite delight minxie was the guest of the hag’s daughter and I ensured I was seated right beside my little sweet. Poor creature was so overcome she could barely swallow her food and hardly spoke the entire evening. I could not be such a cad to neglect a lady so I kept up a lively flow of conversation while allowing myself the pleasure of laying hands upon her frequently. My little minxie so modest, so overcome, how I long to lick your sweat off that perfect skin. I contained myself to social niceties as she was not ready for a taste of Gervais, not yet.
