The Obscenity of Ignorance

Minxie, how the thought of you purrs inside my loins like the spark waiting to ignite my lust into a furious flame that would consume us completely until we were but ashes. I thought of you all day while enabling my plans for the Sedero confection. I fantasized about your fury and found myself aching with a pleasure that had not visited me for several weeks. It almost spurred me into leaving my office in search of your company had I not had the knowledge that a certain mountain had come visiting. Instead I contemplated a little of the local scandal. To the horror of the hoi polloi the songbird Nadia Voss had taken up not with Lynx again, for that would be purely acceptable, the singer and the actress but no, she had the temerity to carry on with one of their own, the delectable Astrid, mother of firebrand Zizi Tahn.

The buzz of social disapproval at this was so loud it even managed to seep into my tower of content and while the local gossip tends to leave me to yawn this enchanting morsel tempted me to look up her mother and new amour, one lady I have had the pleasure of several times, the other a vanishing act that mystified me to this day. However I disciplined myself to remain at task for I did have a movie to produce and there were several actresses whose every nook and cranny I had to yet explore. I had only a few weeks until my deadline and this had to be filmed and then discreetly leaked to the right sources to ensure their maximum exposure. I did not expect the veracity of said film to go unchallenged for long I just required it to be in the public eye at a strategic moment, long enough to but a spanner in the works.

I did not worry about minxie gathering her forces for I knew it would only serve to reveal how powerless she was against the many avenues of revenge I could take. In fact it amused me to watch her and the little divas all put their heads together to plan. Frankly I think it would take that many of them together to formulate a single coherent thought and the notion that they were going to stop shopping long enough to actually engage me in combat entertained me to no end. Minxie of course was a different kettle of fish, she was my family, my disobedient family and she will be called to task. I have decided to send Ladonna to her with a timely warning, for Ladonna despite her disapproval of my plans knew which side her bread was buttered and in the end would always be a Dubois. My darling sister had kept a judicious distance while playing with her wine baron and now had to either pay the piper or face the wrath of his irate wife. She knew if he had to choose he would choose his winery so any illusions she had of happy ever after I will be certain to dispel them before the week is out.

Cat and mouse is a game I have always enjoyed playing and the rebellious minxie had been a delightful surprise until her lust had her stray from the path I had chosen for her. My delightful cousin will be taught the same obedience I ensured the rest of my family realized many years ago or suffer the same consequences I inflict upon those who cross me, kinship being no barrier to my rage. I will stop this wedding and then I will disband her band of merry cohorts and once alone and defeated I will teach minxie that the true meaning of being a Dubois was the equivalent of being my possession. Minxie my sweet I dream of torments to inflict upon you, their fragrance lingering in my loins as I plan your ruin.

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