The Mountain and the Sea

My Aunt inserted her strident voice into my consciousness this morning and informed me she was going to visit Caspar today to tend to the details of her social affair as I am a man who seizes opportunities, I seized this and appointed myself her driver. We arrived unannounced which surprised Caspar to the delicious dismay of minxie and how she scowled when she saw me trailing my aunt. I don’t think she is aware of the stormy cloud that flits across her face whenever she encounters me for if she believes her black looks would discomfort me she is mistaken-- instead my loins stirred at the sight of her glower.

Ladonna leading the way by bellow and fur wasted no time sequestering Caspar leaving me alone with my precious so I pretended to flick through magazines while she pretended to work and I watched as she slammed drawers and turned her back to me in a display of disapproval. I wanted to twirl her around in her chair and lick the silk off her lips then lay her across her desk and allow her the experience of my desire, instead I hummed to myself enjoying the effect my presence was having upon her.

These little interludes are what make my pursuit of her so enjoyable, like appreciating a fine wine, I relished every second I was able to elicit her emotion. The aroma of her anger was intoxicating and in my mind I enjoyed her in ways that she had never dreamed could occur. I finally engaged her in conversation pretending to share nonchalant gossip by discussing the imminent return of monkey boy and his new lady as I watched the delicate flush of pink flow from her breast to her face it took all my resolve not to tear the fabric from her flesh and ravish her.

She pretended not to care and returned my comment with a glorious look of contempt—her hatred keeps me returning like an addict, I require her angst to feed my soul. I stared at her sweet face seeing her like a spring rose, her petals needed to be unfurled to reveal new and exciting depths. Where in the past she would have frozen like a rabbit in headlights, she now exhibits her abhorrence actively and with such passion. It only reinforced why I adore her so much, all those burning emotions flitting across her face, delighting me with her struggle to contain them.

However minxie again let me down for instead of engaging me in her usual verbal war she called the mountain forth and with his broad back leaning over her I was blockaded from interaction. Her persistent inclusion of him into her life was a very imprudent decision for he is a man with a past and I am a man with knowledge of that past. She cannot see that to incur my ire might satisfy her temporarily but I in turn must act and that requires me to destroy the object of my ire which right now is Simon. Of course I revealed nothing and continued my perusal of brochures for as the sea turns mountains into sand I will grind him into dust.

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