Writing Pilates

Alright, perhaps including herself in the dance as a hair decoration was not the most brilliant scheme that Bosomella had ever proposed. But it was most assuredly the most embarrassing. The prince was completely smitten and when Miss Borka mentioned her love of futuristic mechanical devices Prince Andrej rushed them off to see his private collection of water clocks, only he didn’t know they were a “them” not noticing Bosomella and when he began to recite poorly metered poetry and rhapsodize about her mistresses well brushed eyebrows Bosomella would have traded her left molar for the chance to escape. That is before the prince’s massive hunting dog clamped his great slavering jaws down upon Miss Borka’s new leg yanking it out from under her and bounded off leaving strings of drool behind that unfortunately led directly to the ball room. That was when things began to get interesting, much much too interesting in fact. And despite the burn in her ears due to exposure to the caustic flow the the prince’s poetry, Bosomella realized that if her mistress had ever needed a fairy the time was now.

Kristen

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2 thoughts on “Writing Pilates

  • March 16, 2010 at 8:16 am
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    hahahahaha, I love the twist!

  • March 16, 2010 at 9:45 am
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    AARRRGGGGG! Don’t stop now! Please!

    Love to you.

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