Either my heads up on the sequel to Siobhan, or my rant about OSU has resulted in an uptick in downloads of several stories. It appears that unexpected visitors will delay my getting Siobhan's sequel to my editors.
So, to whet your appetite (a little hubris, don't ya think?) here is the close-to-ready prologue for the sequel. Interestingly, in the copy paste process, I noted four changes that I wanted to make:
The Triplets
Prologue
Twins are rare, triplets more so. Rose and Violet were identical twins - odds about one in two hundred fifty births. Their older sister, Scarlett, was their 'spare'. Together, the three were one-in-a-thousand triplets. Once the girls were old enough to encounter and understand taunts, they responded that they were 'Higher Order Multiples', and their tormentors were 'lower order singles'. Until they reached puberty, the battles were epic, and even boys several years older learned that 'you better not mess with the Trips.'
When puberty arrived, bringing curves and tits - especially tits - and long, shapely legs, all complemented with angelic faces and wavy blond hair… well, a whole magnitude of additional 'don't mess with the Trips!' arrived, too. By the time the hormones began shaping the exterior, these young ladies, hellions really, had skipped four grades and were finishing high school. If an overly persistent male was pressing a sister, one or both of the remaining Trips was sure to arrive, often with a posse. It was uncanny - like they were mind readers.
With AP courses under their belts, all three entered college with enough credits to place well into their sophomore years. Born in Athens, Georgia, the girls were moved to Columbia, Missouri when both their parents obtained teaching positions there. When disaster struck, they were well into their college studies - engineering at Mizzou for Rose and Violet and creative writing at Stephens College for Scarlett.
Among the many legends among Mizzou students, one involved Francis Quadrangle's six columns. Supposedly, they stood for the six virgins who had graduated from the university. The Trips didn't want more added to the stand, so they had vowed to fix that status before the end of their senior year. Looked like that goal wasn't going to be met. There had been no boy or man who seemed right, and now it appeared to be too late