With the museum closed for months and no spotty teenage boys making lewd remarks at their voluptuousness, our Three Graces were growing restless.
The idea of a long, wild drive with loud music and Tia Maria beckoned.
The rookie patrolman who stopped them didn't bat an eyelid. After all, booking three disorderly, drunk driving near naked statues might be a part of the ''new normal."
Except nothing went ''normal'' after that.
When he wrote his report of being abducted by three nymphomaniac statues who handcuffed him and played with his gun, his bosses sent him to the nearest mental asylum.
Frenchie about 4 years ago
I can't believe it took me 4 days to finish this. It is not like I wrote a masterpiece (well, I suppose our Three Graces are LOL) but it just wouldn't flow... Does this happen to you too? Oh, the frustration! hehehe...
Neville Hunt about 4 years ago
Oh, this is fun! Looking forward to reading what other antics these ungracious graces get up to! Watch out boys, they’re on the loose... and I mean loose! More please Frenchie; these are a tonic... which reminds me, where’s my bottle of Tia Maria. (I blame their aunt! Geddit?)
Frenchie about 4 years ago
Hehehe, ungracious graces! I like this. Thank you. The next one will be dedicated to you. I have the idea but I need to write in an elegant way... Yep, I geddit, I see if I can accommodate dear Maria!!!