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The Elegance of Anticipation
I had the bonus today of being entertained by the folly of others and instead of having to glide into phase two of deconstructing minxie I was regaled by endless calls of gossip from minions. It appears the little charade I had arranged with my songbird went in a totally unexpected direction which although at first displeased me that the eldest Vanderhag son was off the hook, did please me that his father the local wine baron was firmly back on it.
My songbird in a fit of neglected pique revealed today that her affair was really with the father, not the son and when she discovered the father was not going to support her career in the manner she had assumed—after all he was best friends with the producer Osmosis Jones—the lovely lass decided to become convincingly pregnant to use as a nice blackmailing lever. However the stupidly chivalrous elder son stepped into the breach put his own relationship with the delectable Sedero lass in peril and claimed the child as his own.
I would have been astounded at his chivalry had I not been privy to the antics of his spoiled lunatic of a mother and knew the boy being of the honorable sort was attempting to prevent his family from disintegrating. The father remained quiet and I told the songbird to allow the charade as I was hoping to find an opening into the life of the devastated Sedero lass but I should have known far better than to underestimate minxie. She stepped into the breach and ensured the girl was kept well coddled and far away from me which was a shame as I would not have minded a little interlude with a sorrowful confection. Although you fuel a dark rage in my heart there are times my dear minx when I admire you more than any woman I have met for you show more courage and integrity than most of this town put together and this makes the joy of destroying you so much sweeter. You have grown beyond the thoughtful young girl I had wished to corrupt into a young woman I am eager to dismantle. Until our paths cross again, my darling minx I shall dream of your creamy skin and faint screams.
