She's Always Had It


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She's 5'8". Has legs that last forever. Glossy dark hair. Large innocent blue eyes. Wide and easy smile. Classic good looks.

She's the one that should have gone into modeling rather than the sisters with the stubby legs. She didn't. She married a preacher and made him very, very happy. And simultaniously made him the envy of every other red blooded male in the United States. However there is someone whose heart was shattering was more personal than that of another bombshell swept away.

His name was Vino. He was in love with her. He begged for only a scrap of her time. She demurred. He persisted. She held firm.

The sisters ran into the friends of Vino while out to dinner. We randomly ran into them and once they made the connection through our resemblance, their eyes widened and they all crowed in unison "YOUR the sisters of Princess". They went on to tell us how a couple of them had roomed with Vino during is time of tragic rejection and all they heard, every night was "Princess, Princess, Princess".

She must have made quite the impression, considering the fact she barely spoke to the guy. She's married to the luckiest man in the world and in the process trampled the hearts of a few not-so-lucky.

And she's a preacher's wife. Hah! I can't quite get over saying that. Preacher's wife. Preacher's wife. Preacher's wife. It makes me giggle.

Preacher's wife.


2 Responses to “She's Always Had It”

  1. Anonymous vdoprincess 

    For what it's worth, it makes me laugh to.
    *snort*
    Preachers wife.

  2. Anonymous steelcowboy 

    Aye, I'll bet all of the sister are beautiful Ms. PC :)

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