The Marina Model Scene (Edited For Television)

After putting on a show, for everyone to see, working the Southampton Dock, legendary local eight and half by eleven personality Victory Girl walked away, proudly head held high, after being put in her place, status challenged, following the community commentary stating, ‘the heroine is shore over’. “How dare them make this an issue, claiming I am a nuisance,” the maturing adult screamed, “my theatrical performance was a stress reliever exercise, professional health care worker prescribed, whose planned goals kept me in winner shape.”

“Victory Girl, you do know you are still on the fast track,” a nice young polite gentlemen confronted, the tight shorted growing character, entering the Crafty Bait Shop.

“Yeah, that is right, I am Victory Girl,” she delightfully expressed, accepting the door holding gesture, leaving the bright blue shiny skye boat slip place, filled with welcoming nonexistent wake zones.

Going into the marina rented establishment claiming looking for water, the winner showed her true debatable calling, ‘was she the archer or prey?’

Selecting sought purchases, the maiden who loved claiming, approached the payment center turning over the bottled drink. Taking a second, retrieving a gold stamp, “this should do it,” the Victory Girl mentioned, bartering the proper amount.

“You know my Aunt Nonna used to show off,” the employee opened the register.

“What happened to her?”

“She always worked long hours,” the cashier explained, “despite the winning assignments, she ended up Maedama as they say, flat and leveled.”

Retreating two steps, Victory Girl wished the worker, respectable pleasantries.

Returning outdoors a fiery redhead, carrying party supplies emerged, “wait a second, is that you Camila T?” Victory Girl produced a loud shout, defending her profitable green screen turf setting.

“Yeah,” the Irish bred visiting guest answered, “going down to blow off steam on Princess Glady’s winning yacht.”

“Princess Glady’s?” Victory Girl questioned, hearing only models were invited. Watching the Emerald Isle’s representative, luring postcard physical investment, perform the summertime favorite long-legged show, finally catching Captain Chuck’s attention declaring, “you make me Charlie.”

Remembering when she received, her first starter option claiming rights, and the reporters acknowledged wholesome good looks, Victory Girl observed Camila T reveal her trademarked sensual Dixie Groove move, lasting only a second.

This southern hospitality gesture, conjured up flowing memories, describing the infamous afternoon when she transformed into Jess’s Gypsy Girl, a marketed tool explained as an exhibiting tempting tease spells while enduring the fast-track lifestyle.

“In conclusion the summary judgement,” Victory Girl smiled, “it was a good show.”

Jess picked her up, after the maiden claiming episode, immediately casted the find in a proper advertising campaign, showing Spanish jewelry, featuring the “Bonita Diamond” which when placed in the right light sparkled, presenting a Starview twinkle.

“It was truly beautiful to wear,” Victory Girl recounted, getting photographed on her turf, “but that one bad investment where Jess and I put the blame on the banker, ended the winning opportunities.”

Enjoying the maiden special weight inspired one fine wine, being a winner Victory Girl placed the golden ring on a certain finger and gloated throughout the evening, “I flaunted it like some guy gave it to me,”

But in true honesty the complementary gift the gem setter promoted had all the looks despite no worth, “It was all for show and that goonie, knew it,” Victory Girl whispered under her breath before a distraction interrupted the seaside tranquil scene.

Pulling into a parking space cruising Derek showed his new toy. Unfastening the nylon seat belt he saw Victory Girl, “just got my starter allowance,” he yelled, “still enjoying the fast-track lifestyle.”

“Really,” Victory Girl replied.

“Meet me at Mundis, it's a nice place,” Derek offered.

“You got your starter allowance,” Victory Girl pondered out loud, “I have to warn you there are no easy days when you are a winner.”

Guarding her turf, earning an allowance Victory Girl carefully lowered the emotional drawbridge enticed by Derek’s Big Z OG dreamy heavenly gifted persona and when the adventurous jungle glow appeared the gullible cover magazine actress was taken away within a second.

“Time to join his show,” Victory Girl growled proceeding a few steps forward, commanding ‘fade the noise’ and when the stage stood silent, the flirty first mate fell in love.

“Mundi’s will be fine, Derek.”