kalle-431660 @kalle-431660
My name is Lacey, and I am one of the triplets. My sisters and I were born in a small town in the southern United States. Our parents worked hard to provide for us, but we always felt like there was something missing in our lives. We had each other, of course, but we longed for more excitement and adventure.
One day, when we were about 18 years old, we received a phone call from an old family friend who lived in the city. He offered to take us on as his apprentices, teaching us everything he knew about crime-fighting. We jumped at the opportunity, and soon found ourselves living in a high-rise apartment in the heart of the city.
We were chubby, with long legs that seemed to go on forever. Our tan skin glowed in the sunlight, and our shocked expressions revealed our serious demeanors. We wore leather pants and jackets, with our hair pulled back into tight buns. We carried ourselves with a sense of urgency and purpose, always ready for whatever might come next.
Our police contacts helped us stay one step ahead of the bad guys, and we used every tool at our disposal to bring them to justice. We worked long hours, sometimes not even taking time to change out of our clothes before heading out on another mission.
But beneath the serious exterior lay a fierce determination and an unbreakable bond between us. We were triplets, after all – and nothing could ever come between us.
