The gown of the daughter's dreams ruined by a vile, Rachel Jenson. The delicate lace ruined, by red ink. The seamtress/designer, Angelina, their great auntie, made a masterpiece, out of a mess. The veil was purchased at Brides by Irie in New York City.
Rachel Jenson, now Mrs. Preston Keats, was heading to a honeymoon in Europe. The Netherlands 🇳🇱, a cold waterline. Rachel was hoping for Paris, or London. Instead, Amsterdam. Rachel, on her honeymoon was still, trying to get a message to Junior. She wrote a long text, about their night together in New York. Inside, Philip's house, in February. She also, got "ruffied" by Preston's crew.
Sylvia sent Rachel, pictures of Junior and Kaylee. They were at family events, the wedding preparations for her sister and Philip Kopus. Rachel woke from her "dreams " of marrying Preston, their honeymoon in Mexico 🇲🇽. Junior was her groom. Rachel was furious at the chummy photos and the companionship of Junior and Kaylee. Philip and Katana chose simple invitations of white cards, with simple black ink.
J.W found all sorts of infractions and it could be all dropped at the feet of the town. The town desperate, hired a "Rhinestone Cowboy 🤠 Esquire", "Big Sam Whitlock ". Samuel Beauregard Whitlock, graduated from Yale, with some polish from Cambridge University in England. Big Sam was of average height, reminded one of a tree stump. His stone white hair and manicured nails, he was from down South, and dressed as a southern gentleman, but was still a "bubba". They met in the Council Chamber, where was met by Chief Marie VanDer Veen, Skye Van DerVeen Gaul and a surprise in the Wings. " Well, Ladies we can dispense with the "mish mash", you have not proved your case, so in "good faith ", Laypole is offering, five hundred thousand in damages." "You have got to be joking." Big Sam turned to see his opposition in the flesh.
J.W Nightwolf, the farm boy, who attended a decent school, thanks to the US Army 🇺🇸, retired a Luetanant, no Major, went to state University, by luck was sent to Europe for further study. J.W. sat down, calm and cool waiting for him to finish. "You may be a challenge, " farm boy". Adjusting his glasses he spoke," Yes, I grew up on a farm, and yes, I went to a "state" university, if that meant going to Columbia University and law school at Notre Dame University in Indiana, I to went to Europe for some polish, at a fine English University, named Oxford. " Big Sam almost let his cigar drop out of his mouth, as then his opposing counsel said, "Now, if we're done, comparing credentials let's get down to business. "
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The Red Road Traveled
FanfictionPhillip Kopus, fresh from prison, trying to start a new life. Two years pass and finally justice us comming for people on the mountain. The Lenape are finally getting their day. After pursuing one woman, to come face to face with another, from h...
