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A Harpy Called Life
That vitriolic harpy called life decided to yet again thwart my desires, by casting her bothersome intrigues at me, for no sooner had I removed one obstacle from the view of minxie what does life do, but throw another in it’s place. I realise that one in the first blush of youth as fair and desirable as a spirited minx appears, surely the knowledge that I have accorded her the status of being of interest to Gervais Dubois would suggest to these hormonal idiots to keep hands off.
Who appears but someone from my distant past, oh yes I recognized that strong jaw even from the corner of my eye, and there he was standing like a mountain between me and the object of my desires. One would think the past would have the courtesy of remaining so and not have the ill manners to intrude upon the dealings of the present. Although I found the claws of minxie amusing when she turned on me in her fury, I swear I would have given half my fortune at the moment to see the same passion in my bed, love, hate, sex, it is all the same aphrodisiac to me. Her antipathy only increases desire in me and the interference of the mountain while acceptable in that setting for I was not about to rip her clothes off with an audience no matter how appreciative, my pleasure of minxie, my devouring of her soul will be an intimate matter.
Now my eyes have a new person to keep in view for he is showing an interest in her company that merits the displeasure of my attention and it may require a careful word from Caspar—oh wait, I seem to recall this is the very beast that he and certain members of his staff lust after yet cannot seem to lure into bed, so it appears even mountains have their boundaries.
