folks, meet the beguiling wichita, little wahoo's twin sister.
she's sophisticated. she's elegant. she's got bling. she's got a butterfly tattoo on her rump!
"well, hello there," she says in her deep voice.
little wahoo's friends stare in awe while little wahoo looks on.
"you will excuse me, girls, if i don't hang around with you and i know you don't want me around anyway." she smiles at a handsome server and grabs a glass of champagne from his tray. she thanks him in her best mae west flirty smile.
"oh, by the way, whitney," she tells little wahoo before she walks away, "grandmere said you shouldn't forget to drink your milk before your bedtime."
wichi says this so that a group of boys a few feet away, and just a few minutes ago were flirting with little wahoo, could hear.
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ah, the tension. what's going to happen next?
nah, it's late, i'll go to bed and mull this over.
