Princess was a gifted child, talented beyond compare. She loved to watch the showers come down, golden from the sunlight. So entranced was she that she didnÕt notice the rainbow behind her. She would romp through the cold snow and when the warm feeling called her, our little princess would write her name, thinking, ÒOh! What a pretty color! As she grew her true calling was Competitive Figure Skating. She was a beauty to behold on the ice, that other magnificent manifestation of water. Her blades slid silently and masterfully as the audiences were spell bound by her prowess in this glamorous water sport. To be sure, she was destined to gain unimaginable fame. That is when, on the cusp of the Olympic Games a brutal attack occurred that would forever sully her life. A fiend, a rival who could not throw a double axel to save her life decided to end our princessÕs dreams by beating her legs with a pipe, screaming, ÒPiss on your pipe dreams!Ó So, like those other has-beens and almost-weres, her skating career went down the toilet. Princess turned to cheap ice shows, pissed on by seedy, sleazy promoters that abused her talent and her lovely body, forcing her to commit unmentionable liquid sins. The years slid by like her old skates and with numerous little mouths to feed and a body so out of shape she could barely get out of bed, she left her bastard brood with a family member and fled to the south - away from the cold, the ice, and her lost and faded glory. There in a drunken stupor, leaving a tattoo and piercing parlor, she stepped out into a golden rain. For the first time, she was cleansed and felt safe. Next she stepped into a bar where the Tampa Bay Missionary Order of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence was putting on a pretty show. They took her in off the streets and with utmost care and salvation have led her to the glory she so often sought. Now her star shines brighter than ever, with streams of yellow trailing behind her. With a new body and a cleansed soul she hopes to one day guide the sisters to even greater heights than what they have already achieved, or at the very least send them up the yellow river. Her past is forgotten and forgiven, but always remembered in her name. She is Princess Albert and the Pee and she gladly offers you to wade in the warm wetness of her indulgence.