Threats of an idle nature

I had finished up my business early today and decided that I would have a little fun at minxie’s expense. I went to a local florist and purchased a large bouquet of lilies, the appropriate flower I believe when bereavement is involved and proceeded to make my way to her house. I was greeted unceremoniously by the ex thrower of all things heavy and her usual black scowl of male hatred. Her face would be enough to cause testicular issues to any lesser man but I merely shrugged off her seething hate and invited myself inside. Minxie, her grief still fresh upon the dew of her lips was a charming combination of confusion and fear and had there not been an apeboy soiling her bed I might have forgiven her lapse with Simon and allowed her the pleasure of still entering my life.

I settled down in her drawing room and toyed with her a little for I had no intent of living up to my veiled threats but watching her face colour with anger at my suggestions stirred my loins like no other creature had ever managed to. She twisted about, her rage controlling her as she attempted to deflect my comments about apeboy and the death of his dream. The poor dear believed that he would continue to be there to support her but I had already put in place the plan to end this relationship and as minxie stood there in her confident defiance, claiming she would never be mine she did not realise for a second that he was already being seduced away from her. It was all a matter of price and with his ignorant pride I had found his.

Minxie attempting to thwart my idle threats abused me so soundly I burst out laughing, a spontaneous moment and for a second I was in love again with her innocent wrath. Of course I banished the emotion as quickly as it appeared for her continued slumming with these fools had been a self destructive course of her own making. Minxie had her opportunity to be part of the Dubois life, she scorned me and in turn has removed any chance of future happiness. I will always be a part of her life even when she is not aware of it. I left her house amused by her outburst and stubborn refusal to face the truth. Minxie, oh minxie we could have owned the world with our passion.

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