Character
Lord Have Mercy
I realize this is the Johnson’s baby daughter, all grown up now. A serious piece of ass.
“I’m Cynthia. You remember me?”, she asks, as she looks directly at me, covering her firm breasts with a very low cut bra.
Yeah, I remembered her. My boy used to have the hots for her when they were in High School together. She was over our house quite often in those days.
“I just got back in from Cornell. What’s the matter, cat’s got your tongue?”
With those words, still towel drying her long blond hair, she sits down next to me on the bed.
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The Lenny I Knew
Lenny was really on top of his game this particular night. He came out on stage as he always did, without a plan….It was one of those times where he became like a channel, having no idea of what was going to come out of his mouth next. So much so that he was constantly surprising and cracking himself up, as if he too was a spectator, sitting amongst the crowd and watching his own performance.