Walking Backwards

Tonight was a night I was determined not to go to a party being it was the ‘welcome to the family’ party for the dimwit and Vanderhag’s pointless son; the one I spent a great deal of time occupying with various business enterprises. There was a good reason why I did not wish to go as I wanted to ensure that my plans succeeded and that apeboy did not arrive. I would have dearly loved to have seen minxie’s face when she spent the night alone, waiting to be taken to the party only to realise the truth, however as usual minxie never did what she was supposed to do. I had instructed Lynx to keep Jojo away from the gathering for if he did not turn up to his best friend’s party what sort of message would that tell minxie? Soon enough she would discover just what he was up to and with whom and the death knell of this relationship would finally sound loud enough for even the minx to hear it.

My wayward actress kept her side of the bargain probably by enticing him into bed for she inevitably used sex to get her own way and while she is remarkably good at it she could never quite answer my needs as the camera has this nasty habit of picking up bruises. So I called up a certain little miss that was going to be busy serving at the party and used her gossiping eyes to keep me abreast, she was a useful little creature with a penchant for poking her nose into every corner and easily bought off with trinkets. Some of these silly girls think they can use the scraps they toss at me as leverage to gain entrance into my world but I put very short shrift to that idea and remind them of their place as one cannot allow minions to get above themselves, it is an arrogance I will not permit. Of course minxie did not sit at home sobbing into her pillow instead she arrived in elegant attire looking every inch worthy of a Dubois and when I was informed of her arriving, alone, beautiful, defiant, the pain of her fire stirred in my loins. She arouses me like no other and there are times I want to consume her into utter oblivion. I hunger for her so much but instead I focused thoughts of keeping ape boy and the mountain at bay. This allowed the saving grace of cold rage to fill me and prevent me from breaking my resolution and following in her wake.

It was not until far later that I discovered she had found solace with the mountain of all things, again making me furious for if she was to find solace it should be with me for none have been as faithful to her as I have. None have kept her firmly in their sight as I have, as I am the beginning, the end, to her world and she needs to understand this sooner rather than later. I was not going to have her go from ape boy back to the mountain and I called up to chastise a certain songbird who had been instructed to distract him. She said he had drifted off without a word, no doubt in search for the minx and she was at a loss at how to gain his attention. It was a shame that Lynx was busy with ape boy or I could have used her considerable charms to detain him so I spend the rest of the evening considering how to remove a mountain from my path. Again there he is, but I will not be thwarted, mountains can be moved all I have to find is the right type of dynamite.

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