Pleasures, Great and Otherwise

I was actually surprised today, it was not the surprise of a fool being caught in his folly, nor the surprise of private issues aired publicly, no I have been genuinely taken by surprise by the adorable minx. She in her charming but misguided wisdom has decided to either deviate from her plan of deadly misconduct or has included some delightful little interludes, meant I believe to set me off balance. Instead the minx seduces me with her kittenish sub plots and I am left delirious with pleasure from her actions.

If I was to analyse her actions closely I can only assume she is attempting to keep me in confusion while her cohorts lay the ground work for their devilish misdeeds and I find myself chuckling in anticipation of their grand plan. I have not had this much fun since my sister returned from finishing school to endure the punishment of my presence while she mooned over the very weak and very married wine baron. The steel of his eldest son did not spring from those seedy loins, nor from the rodent squeals of his ornamental wife, no the backbone of that child must have come from the ancestors who first cracked open the rocky soil to receive their precious vines.

Minxie called me up to meet for a coffee at the local café she loves to frequent and I found myself savouring the flicker of curiosity during the drive there. Perhaps she had discovered the duplicity of the housekeeper who secreted her into the house and then promptly informed me, perhaps she was planning to shock me with the betrayal of Elyce but second thoughts had me reconsider this as minxie was no fool and knew that I would be shocked by none of the actions of my family members, we lived the secret lives and like the Borgia were not above removal of inconvenient family. Minxie had some delicious tidbit or storm up her sleeve, no matter which for I would enjoy whatever the encounter brought.

I arrived at Djini’s to discover my dear cousin, calm and much in control of herself and the situation, how my blood warmed to see her Dubois nature radiate from her like silken light. She was not aware of her unconscious demeanor and here sat before me Liselle, Elyce, and all the powerful, elegant Dubois women of my family, her bloodline revealed itself in her bearing and my loins ached to initiate her into our history, making her truly a woman of our family. Minxie had other plans, plans of her own, plans I was not privy to as I did not foresee anything that would entail her meeting me alone in a café unless it was for a truce. However her tilted chin, her strong steel eyes did not bespeak of any truce, she was not here to barter nor beg, she was here to accomplish whatever silly deed she and the devils of my destruction had resolved upon.

I waded through her small talk, waiting for the little kitten to strike, knowing her claws would only glance off me but nothing came. A vision came to mind of her motley lot invading my home while she distracted me and I could not help but smile at the thought. Seeing my smile her eyes narrowed for she knew that my joy meant the inevitable despair of another and she was wise to keep alert to my mood. Unable to bear her prattling for any longer I asked her if there was any specific reason for this meeting to which she replied she wanted to get to know me better. I swear had we not been in a public forum I would have laughed aloud. Her swift reply was so incongruous of her usual opinion of me and so rehearsed that it would not even fool a total stranger so I found myself playing along. I took her lovely soft hand in mine, marveling at the delicate bone structure and creamy skin that begged to have a tongue pressed against it and told her she could ask me anything her heart desired. Instead of snatching it away as she was wont to do she left it there pressed against mine and I held it tightly knowing the cost of this moment to her—life could not be any sweeter as I reflected upon the internal battle she was enduring.

Minxie then threw me the bone I had been waiting, the lure to get my attention and asked about my home, how large the guest wing was and if she were to grace our family domain where in it would she stay. This time I was the one to narrow my eyes for I knew the precious miss had no intent in moving in with me and if she did so it would be with the intent of leaving me a corpse. I continued to play along and told her of a guest wing, private yet still accessible to the rest of the house, of quiet domestic staff, fine wines and elegant surroundings. I knew none of this interested her for the miss had a lovely home of her own, not exactly to the standards of the Dubois compound but the girl wanted for nothing. Minxie prattled on about being alone in the world and wanting to establish a rapport with her new family, all bunkum but such delightful, charming bunkum I sat back in my chair and enjoyed the show. I watched glints of light play in her hair, her lovely gray eyes sparkle in conversation while her satin skin glowed in the afternoon sun. Her beauty lay not so much in her physical presence but the set of her jaw, the steel in her gaze and the gleam of fury sparking from her eyes when we crossed swords, my adorable minxie none can sate me after a meeting with you, I make women and men ache for days trying to drive my desire for you from my soul itself.

As unexpectedly as she had created our encounter dear minxie ended it, without revealing her intent, at least so I thought. As we left the café I was preoccupied with thoughts that she had either lost heart or really was indeed considering a little visit to our compound. In order not to make the afternoon a total loss I leaned forward to kiss her cheek goodbye, I knew in the mood of our present discussions she would not shrink back and hiss like a cornered alley cat. What I expected was for her to again endure my touch, the knowledge of her revulsion causing sweet vibes of pleasure to course through my blood. What I did not expect was for her to turn her head and find the nectar of her delicious lips upon mine, her tongue a swift delicate stroke against mine and then she was gone into her car before I could react. For once in her cherished life minxie had the upper hand and she left me standing there, a buffoon immersed in his emotion, love coursed through me powerful as lightning and I was hers again, to torment, to desire, to hate. She will pay for my longing, as my wife, as a Dubois, as mine, she will pay.

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