The Melody of Harmony

I left my precious minx alone today, instead I had to lay down the law to a little starlet who was getting too big for her boots. She was complaining at having to entertain ape boy all by herself but I knew this to be nothing but idle whining Lynx was quite capable of handling him, alone or in a crowd. She simply thought she was above doing my bidding so I reminded her that she was not a star in her own right but a star of a soap that I owned and here I was about to give her an entirely new audience of young, hormonal males ready to make her their goddess once they see her beauty combined with the mindless sports that fascinated them. She was mollified and returned to do what she does best, seduce, entrance and my bidding.

I did have other things vaguely on my mind, sometimes keeping the social order of this town was exhausting and I find myself run off my feet just keeping track of what the minions are up to. For although I give them license to obtain information for me I have to ensure they do not mistake their place and attempt to use said information. One young upstart tried that a few years ago, I believe he had to leave town in order to gain employment as it never, ever serves to cross a Dubois.

As the day passed I began to get bored and wondered just which little miss I should devastate with my attentions. Minxie was not about to speak to me for a fair bit and while I would enjoy her barbs I did want her to marinate in her grief for a few days. The little Vanderfluff had been rescued by her father and was no longer within my reach, no doubt being guarded fiercely by the Vanderhag. There was the hag herself however she would be far too easy and ragingly dull with her invented social slights and insistent protocols. There was the gorgeous confection, ape boy’s sister but I felt that she would not be receptive to me considering his present status, peeling through her layers of virtue could take months as for her mother, well she never really left the other side of the tracks far behind did she? Hmmm Caspar was busy annoying the porn king’s wife and the songbird would be recovering from our last encounter-- then I remembered another little songbird, one currently under the protection of my partner Osmosis Jones. Her cool glare was reminiscent enough of my sister Liselle and I felt the pleasurable burn of her hate stir my loins.

I picked up my phone, had a very informative conversation with Osmosis and it appears that I will not be so bored after all as I have some very interesting plans for tomorrow and these will require me being fresh for minxie. I never quite manage to get her out of my blood and in those few lost moments it was always her face under me, her skin burning mine, her gasps filling my ears. If I ever discover myself in that position I will ensure she will pay dearly for thwarting me and I will rub the apeboy off her flesh inch by inch. However tomorrow I am going to give it away, for a song.

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