October 14, 2003

Episode No. 13

OK, time to get comfortable, put your feet up and get ready for another glimpse into the life of your old friend Wicked Willie.

Wicked Willie lives on the upper floor of a lavish mansion on a secluded estate. Once the leader of the free world, he fell from grace as the woman who stood behind him walked over his back on her climb to success. Now a mere disbarred attorney, he is often left alone, with just the company of Stu and Benji, his two federally-assigned bodyguards. He just sits around playin' pocket pool, and allows his thoughts to drift on some of the more important things in life. Here are his thoughts. Maybe you will get a chuckle or two and maybe you will even agree with parts of what he has to say.

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

Free at last, free at last! Yes, I escaped. I am postin' from an internet cafe in beautiful downtown Bangkok. I just always loved the name of this city, Bangkok, just somethin' sensual about the way sayin' it slides off of your tongue. Anyway, I had to make my escape 'cause things was gettin' to a point where I just couldn't take bein' a sex slave anymore. I mean, I didn't mind the whips, or bein' spanked with cat o' nine tails or even havin' that cattle prod shoved up my butt, but when they started this thing where they wanted me and some other dude to be doin' stuff together, I had to make my dash.

They almost got me when I jumped up and tore off runnin' down that hall, but I flung that ugly buddha thing behind me and dove for the window. Thankfully I landed in a cart of fish guts some guy was haulin' off to throw into the bay or somethin'. It might have smelled like a cart of fish guts, but it likely kept me from breakin' my fool neck. I suspect that there would have been some kind of a chase after me, but I am supposin' the master didn't want to be showin' the neighborhood that kinky negligee he was a donnin'.

Anyway, I am safe and sound, and smellin' a bit like fish guts. I seem to have about a million cats followin' me everywhere I go. If'n any of ya'll get a chance to talk to my pal Al, tell him when I told him that time that all I ever wanted was to be surrounded by pussy, I didn't mean it this way. If'n anyone can get a word to Hil, let her know I am safe. Hey, the news is a bit slow over here, so does anyone know if Gray weathered that storm there in California?

Well, I wish I had a good ride, so ya'll come on back here if'n ya need what I got to give, ya hear?

Episode No. 12

Posted by notGeorge at October 14, 2003 09:36 PM
Comments

Hallalujah! A sign of life!

I was starting to get worried when you hadn't posted all day...I was about to send out a search-and-rescue squad!

--TwoDragons

Posted by: Denita TwoDragons at October 15, 2003 12:13 AM

Well, I explained above why I have not been myself here lately, but I was just lucky enough to have received that messaged from Willie just before I went to bed last night. Strange, huh?

Posted by: Tiger at October 15, 2003 09:37 AM