Interesting Developments

What can I say about my Aunts affair that was not said by everyone else in town, you would think nothing? Well that is not quite true as I did have a difference perspective of the night than most, as mine was more concerned with the reactions I provoked such as when I entered with the Vanderhag. My sister and the hag’s husband arrived shortly after and were trying unsuccessfully to keep a low profile in their social scandal of a debut. The entry of his bubble brained wife might have disconcerted him more had he not been so droolingly besotted with Liselle. It was as if they had picked up their affair from twenty years ago from the moment it had ended and the room instantly polarized into an uneasy backdrop no one quite knowing who to support.

There was no sign of minxie and apeboy, not that I had expected them to be there but just in case she was foolish enough to arrive I had arranged for the local soap whore to have a certain mountain as her escort. Since she loved new challenges the idea of charming Simon into escorting her was something Lynx accepted with glee and I knew he only came to get a glimpse of minxie for the poor fellow pines for his lost love, shame he had not pined for me with such ardor.

Part of me would have liked ape boy to have attended just for the joy of him seeing his mother act like a bitch in heat over Mr. Bianca Sangu, she was quite taken with the porn king and fluttered about him all evening while her sleaze of a husband was on the arm of his elegant but mystifyingly stupid lover. How these people can manage to socialise in the same area without slicing each other’s throats both intrigues me yet also works to my advantage. I once dallied with the thought of allowing Astrid into my bed if only to see how easy it would be to appall her, however the lady was beyond comprehension. She managed to deflect me, I believe without even knowing, some people are surrounded by barriers of simply good luck. How she raised such a shrewd, intelligent, talented daughter I will never understand, certainly not with the genetic cocktail of her and Jago the sad bastard Vanderhaven.

Now my dear minxie, torture is not quite the same unless I am doing it to you and since you were not there to enjoy the scenario I had created, I focused myself upon the daughter of the Vanderhag. She sulked in a corner looking quite the spoiled brat so I spent the evening consoling her and validating her ignorant idea that she was actually important in this universe. By evening’s end she was a malleable as putty, oh I have plans for this little bit of fluff that would make even Tim blanch. All in all it was not a totally wasted evening.

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