Leslie Glass

She died way too young, the little kitten. It doesn't matter if you are old or young, thick or overweight, tall or short, rich or poor, life goes about it's business regardless. Remember to enjoy the time life has given you. Anything else is such a tragedy.


Posted by AngelOfDeath01Reply0 02022-02-18 02:04  ⚠

very hot

Posted by azeri98Reply0 02020-11-20 17:51  ⚠

rickgarrett, thank you for sharing your story with us. The women posted here in this site are all wonderful human beings that should be celebrated loved like you have done. Yes they are beautiful sexy models but they do have lives that should always be respected and honored.


Posted by Mick11811Reply0 02020-08-11 02:54  ⚠

Sadly, Leslie Glass is gone. She was my pen-pal once. I'd seen her breathtaking cover photo on Penthouse and, though I didn't read it much anymore, I had to see if she was as stunning in all her photos. Not to salaciously drool over her, she was ethereal and deserved better than that. Just to know if the cover photo was an exception. It was NOT! She was a striking goddess in every photo! What's more, she'd devoted her life to rescuing sick and abandoned animals! What an EXTRAORDINARY young lady! Time passed. I heard on one of those t.v. gossip shows that she was sick. Naturally, they gave no details. With my big brother Johnny's full support (I've always been a bit of a coward) I called Penthouse Cust. Serv.The lady there was very nice and told me Leslie had liver cancer. I asked if I could write to her and the lady promised to get it to her personally. I wanted to give her some kind of gift, but could afford nothing like she deserved. So, ashamedly, I included a $25.00 K-Mart gift card. In less than two weeks, she wrote me back! She told me she loved the card and shopped at K-Mart a lot! I'll never know if she was just being kind.She also said my card had put a smile to her face. To think, even for a second, I had made her smile is a feeling I can't describe. I was preparing a much longer letter when I received a short card from her saying she'd been sick (she never mentioned her disease) and that's why she hadn't written. I hurried to rewrite my letter and, in a day or two took it to post it. On the way, I remembered that the most recent Penthouse announced that the next issue would carry a new pictorial of Leslie to let her fans know she was getting better. I raced to the news stand, but no pictorial. I pretty much knew what that meant, but I called Cust. Serv. to be sure. In tears, the fella I got said she'd moved back home and passed away. We talked for a bit about how everybody who knew her just loved her because she had such a caring heart. I toddled home. Johnny knew when I walked in what was wrong. Johnny was a powerfully built boxer and I am a little fat guy. But even in my 40s and he in his 50s, it still felt a little easier to be held by big brother while I cried. I had to do something to honor her. I just had to! Then, I remembered she'd been a ring-card girl, and Johnny had never lost a boxing match. I phoned the last club, one in Florida, she'd danced at, got a very sweet girl who missed her too, and asked if they would accept a small pair of gloves my brother had won once. She said they had a memorial to her in the office and she'd be VERY happy to make Johnny's gloves a part of it. Before she took so sick, Leslie, with the help of Penthouse, staged many charity events to raise money for one of the first cancer clinics just for dogs. It was built, but I don't know if she lived to see it. All I do know for sure is that it was an HONOR to meet her; an HONOR to know her; And an HONOR to call her my friend!

Posted by rickgarrettReply0 02018-11-18 20:08  ⚠