Educating Minxie

I saw my little minxie at the Cafe today she was sitting with her friends, chatting quite cheerfully, when I realised that she was not about to fall into my arms unless she was suitably miserable and of course had given up on happiness. So I stepped outside and called up Lynx with the suggestion that she and her new little toy boy should enjoy some public adoration down at the local café.

At first she was reluctant and having a bit of an ego trip as minor actors often do but I was not fazed but this little tizzy. I reminded her that I indirectly held majority ownership of her little soap and as such I can keep it on air indefinitely regardless of ratings, public opinion, sponsors, or anything else that affects the lives of the mundane, or I can remove it instantly. Lynx changed her tune like the conniving bitch she is and purred that she would enjoy a little outing with her new beau.

I stood in the background watching the effect they had upon entry, the café buzzed with delight at the first hand view of a starlets romance, and minxie, well I savoured every moment of her misery. They entered like minor royalty, she gracious and elegant, he like a bumbling fool who had won the lottery. He slobbered all over her just yards away from my precious who went as white as the marble of the table before her. I saw her planning her escape but thwarted her by seating myself in the way, uninvited to her table to the dismay of her friends. However in seconds I had those silly girls giggling while I held tight to my minxie under the table. She might have a broken heart but she will not be allowed to run away for as a future Dubois I will teach her how to maintain her public decorum at all times. Minxie my love welcome to your education.

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