The Girl Grows Up

I despised myself today as again I was goaded into an action I never would have performed with anyone else but the silence from minxie was more vexing than her vitriol so I gave in and called her up. At first I was very amused by her pleasant response as I realised she had no idea who I was as I engaged her in a mix of chitchat and gossip she was ever so polite and guarded in her conversation. I heard her sweet laugh tinkle like the silver bells of delicate wind chimes and a pang crossed my heart for I would never know this side of minxie, this part of her she kept secret from my prying.

Once I revealed myself it was amazing how like a chameleon she changed into her mode of defensive anger and her tone aloof and dismissive made me long to pull her down by her hair to kneel between my legs.

I knew after this call I would be venting myself upon the some unfortunate until she could barely walk for where it comes to minxie I am governed by my basest of passions. I brought up the subject of the engagement but minxie feigned disinterest in an attempt to draw her out I pointed out the poisonous attributes of my darling niece and she agreed to them with cheerful disregard.

I laid out an entire life of misery before her which she dismissed as none of her business and I felt my core go weak for how glorious she was, leaping from girlish fears into bold womanhood lying to me with a bravado that made me only want her more.

Minxie if only you had not torn my heart from me I would have cherished you in every manner I desired but instead I will now destroy your world and watch you crumble in despair. I gave her one last warning it was all I could do as one who was once enamored of her. I told her that her precious Simon was not the man she thought and she should reconsider her relationship with him, no I lie, I told her to leave him but her ignorance had her blinded and she told me off which made me laugh, she would rue this moment and every other that had her ignore my wishes. She hung up abruptly leaving me to vent myself upon an aspiring songbird who would only be able to croak by the time I was finished with her.

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