Spirit of the Minx

I decided that if anyone was going to enjoy the fall of minxie it should be me so I watched her meandering around town looking for ape boy as if he had fallen into some crevice and could not get out. I really was perplexed at how obtuse she was being until I realised that the question was not-- why did she not know, but more-- she did not want to know. Minxie was avoiding the inevitable truth for all she was worth and what sort of friend was I to allow her this delusion so I decided to put her out of her misery and ensure ape boy would be a thing of the past. Minxie once so sweet and precious was now a woman with a past, how I miss the innocence I was robbed of, stripped away by the grubby paws of my used goods and murky fools.

I allowed a few hours to pass in the morning then rang her up knowing she would be waiting for a call, so it might as well be the pleasure of mine. To my surprise she knew it was me before even hearing my voice, sometimes my little minx shows an intelligence I forget she possesses, no doubt due to the idiotic men she keeps consorting with. I began our conversation with the usual niceties but she was having none of it as lately she is fond of being brusque and rude in our conversations, if only how she knew that made me want to tie her to my bed and rip her clothes to slivers. Yes minxie I would leave my mark on every inch of your flesh if I could but instead I am forced to torment you from a distance when my blood still burns to punish you within and without.

The dear girl, as mature as she was becoming, could not hide her distress upon hearing ape boy had departed yet again, with Lynx of all people. I told her the entire truth, how I had engineered his first departure, he had given her up so easily for a wad of cash. Then I explained how I brought him back to cause havoc between her and Simon, revealing my lovely finale when I sent him away to a cabin in the words with only his co-star for company, how her voice quailed when she heard the name Lynx. The little kitten was no match for the big cat, at least not at this point and minxie spoke in a voice filled with such hate that my loins burned in a hardness I knew would take an entire afternoon of a songbird to sate. She would be lucky to walk for days after my visit. I was about to continue the elegance of my torture but my minxie with her usual vexing spirit hung up on me. If anyone else in the world had done this I would have had the skin shredded from their body but for her it was acceptable. I knew she was going to sound the death knell on this affaire des imbeciles and so let it pass. I had a songbird to visit.

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