Lil Lennie 01 - Sex Stories

Lil Lennie 01

Lil Lennie 01

Hi, I'm Lil Lennie and I promise you that my story is not just another "look at me now" revenge story and that's because it's my "look at me now" story. I also promise all of you that I go to great lengths to not throw hissy fits, but if and when I do throw a hissy fit, that it's usually not my fault.

Anyways, my story starts with this guy, ugh, this guy William, who lingered on my revenge list since our days back in the hallways because he, with he meaning that guy, William, took a questionable elective course so he could graduate and then somehow, I ended up being on his, his implying that guy, William, being on his final exam as proof positive that he, he implicating that guy, William, that he completed the elective course.

I mean, that guy, William, right? He's the worst, with the worst implying that guy, William.

But I knew where to find that guy, William because that guy, William, worked at the Rickety Rail Tavern at the north end of the Middleton Strip, but before I get into that confrontation, which I won with that guy, William, let me set a couple of story and scene back stories.

For one, I mean, look at me now and for two, I can paint, like artistry paint and I don't even know why and for three, that guy, William, works at the century old two-story brown brick building that is called the Rickety Rail Tavern and they rent out the upper floor for retirement parties, anniversary's, baby showers and things like that because the upper floor ...

... is basically just a wide open and secluded area for groups to gather and eat and that's where that guy, William works.

But there is always a but, right?

And in this case, it's but the upper floor access is by a century old staircase, which is fine, except for if you've ever been to a baby shower, I mean, some of the gifts are sizeable and it can be unsafe for some of the baby shower guests to carry them up that many rickety old wooden steps and since I knew the tavern's floor manager, that guy William, that's when I threw a hissy fit to Mrs. Tanner to allow me to make arrangements for muscle on the side in terms of extra bar backs to carry her daughter's baby shower gifts up and down the wide and rickety stairs and that's what I did.

And it doesn't matter that Mrs. Tanner caved in and assigned that task to me to get rid of me quicker because what matters is that I had a great opportunity to let that guy, William, get a good look at me now while being up close and personal.

Oh, and one other back story is that his, his pointing squarely at that guy, William, his elective course was titled Wx5, but I'll let him, him being defines as that guy, William, explain that for himself a little later in my story. Just don't be surprised if he tells it wrong, like all wrong and don't be surprised if I have to chime in for truthful corrections.

[Just barely inside of the Rickety Rail Tavern front doors]

"Oh, there you are, William, I mean, did you think that I wouldn't ...