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Glorious Joy of Torment
What a glorious day it was today-- some days might start or end well but my day had only continued in peaks of enjoyment. My morning started with various vendors tossing their wares at one very chastened brat, her night with me had some actual impact upon her universe for she was listless and uninterested in the very expensive nonsense tossed her way. I was not perturbed by this as I did not care if she stayed or left as I had accomplished my goal, another friend of minxie was touched by my presence. I have to admit I did enjoy working through her social circle and leaving my indelible mark.
I had just become weary of her ingratitude when the surprise arrival of my sister with her new lover, the brat’s father in tow, changed the circumstances. He was bristling with all the indignation that only a neglectful father can have and proceeded to remove his little darling from my presence. My sister was burning with an icy fury that managed to stir even my spent loins, hissed at me that minxie had arranged for the other daughter, the spirited songbird to have the father come get the fruit of his pathetic loins. She was furious that I would despoil her relationship as now the father had made it clear he was returning to rule the roost since his brainless wife allowed their daughter to wander off with just anybody and Liselle was not about to step into the cloak of maternal concern for any man. I merely raised an eyebrow at his audacity, imagine calling a Dubois just anybody! Liselle did not care for my humour, removing herself to her home leaving Vanderhaven to return to the winery and his life of two shattered ornaments.
Bored by all this familial devotion I wandered down to the local café to hear the gossip about the brat and if there was none to start it happening. Again I was delightfully surprised by the presence of minxie who not only interacted with me but appeared she was enjoying my newly single state. How lovely it was to pretend annoyance, it spurred her on to such cheeky behaviour, I could feel my lust returning with vigor. How angry she would be if she knew she was providing the fodder for my entertainment.
