Shame on Him Who Thinks Evil and Does Not Follow Through

The boring rambling of minions and acquaintances interfered in my business day, usually their vapid mutterings stay as white noise in the back of my mind but today I was subject to the fits and starts of disgruntled souls. Mr. Sangu of the porn fame got bored of the wanderings of his wife and without any threats or regrets tossed her fine, but well used backside into the street. She of course ran straight into the arms of her lover expecting sympathy, tea and roses, instead she got to realise the true cad Caspar is and experience his vanishing act first hand.

Now Caspar has his finer qualities but being a reliable, faithful or even caring partner in a relationship is not one of them and Caspar was not one to suffer in silence or alone, calls to regale me with tales of his mournful life. Had he not been to utterly useful to me in my various arrangements I would have hung up brusquely but instead I told him he was in the unique position of being able to plan his own wedding. I then outlined a brief example of life with Mrs. Sangu with great pleasure only to have him excuse himself in a panic.

While I enjoyed this amusing diversion I was awaiting the arrival of another who after a most satisfying phone call was only too happy to grant my request of torturing another. Not that I was ever in doubt of him denying it but his obvious pleasure in my agenda was indeed gratifying and it brought up old memories of a life bent on exploring the boundaries of pleasure and pain.

I did not obsess over minxie today for while she was at the core of my designs I found myself compelled to tend to the mundane chores of life, ruin a business here, and break up a friendship there. It is amazing how the destinies of people are often at the mercy of my whims and moods, I am after a man of leisure, honi soit qui mal y pense.

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