Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2010 16:12:43 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG Subject: roswell heights-27 [Roswell Heights is a (fictional) high rise housing development in South Philly, more commonly known as "the projects" or The Heights. It's three 15 story buildings (originally built back in the 50's), all within a few hundred yards of each other. After years of mismanagement and neglect, it's become a drug heaven for dealers and criminals.] _______________________________________________________________________ ROSWELL HEIGHTS-27 Political Negotiations Pt-1 40 year old Jerome Taylor tossed and turned in bed all night. For the past few days he's been going on with business as usual, lying to his family and pretending to go on to work when in reality he had no job at all. Jerome dreaded telling his wife (Roseland) that he was unemployed, he knew it would lead to all kinds of embarrassing questions he was not prepared to answer, so he kept his mouth shut and continued leaving for work as usual, hoping something would happen to help him out of the financial crunch he and his family was about to feel. Surely his family would start to realize something was wrong when they started getting eviction notices on the door, or saw there was no food left in the cuberts? Jerome rose up from bed at 5:45am (just as he did practically every morning), then quietly tip-toed down the hall to his son's room without waking his wife. 16 year old Jerome jr lay in bed, anticipating his father's visit. He waited patiently as his dad crept into his room, quietly closed and locked the door behind him, then snuck across the floor and knelt down beside his bed and pulled down the covers to reveal his son's raging early morning erection. Jerome fisted the 7" hardon, stroking it in his palm before bending forward to suck it in his mouth. Jerome jr gasped when he felt his dad's hot mouth on his dick (morning breath and all). It only took 4 solid minutes of blissful uninterrupted sucking before Junior was filling his dad's mouth with cum, moaning and groaning under his breath to keep from making too much noise. Jerome ate his son's spool with vigor, loving the untainted taste as he drained the growing boy's snake of all its venom. When Junior was finally finished coming, Jerome tucked his dick away and slowly rose to his feet. "Thanks dad...!" said Junior, going back to sleep as Jerome made his way to the door in the dark. "Any time, son...!" said the proud father, closing the door behind him. 7am. Jerome was being awakened by his wife, telling him that the bathroom was free for his shower. Jerome got up and stretched, pretending to have just awaken for the first time (as usual). He slipped on his slippers and bathrobe then casually walked out into the kitchen where his wife was cooking breakfast, and his daughter (always the first one cleaned and dress) was at the table, checking over her school work. Jerome grabbed his first cup of coffee, said good morning to his wife and daughter, then slipped into the bathroom for his turn in the shower. The apartment was designed with the front door entering into a large living room, followed by a med-sized kitchen. Rose's room (14 y/o daughter) was on the right side of the kitchen, while Junior's room and the bathroom were on the left (side by side), and the master bedroom at the back of the kitchen, along with a utility closet for storage. There was an adjoining door from Junior's bedroom leading to the bathroom which was always locked and never used (until today). While Jerome was preparing for his shower, Junior slipped into the bathroom through the adjoining door, surprising his dad. "Junior..." shocked Jerome, as he adjusted the shower water. "...what're you doing in here...? Your mom and sister are right outside that door...!" "I know..." said the teenager. "...this morning's blow job went so fast, that I was hoping for another before I went to school...!" "I can't son..., not right now...! That's the whole purpose of me waking you up early..., there's less chance of being caught!" "But I'm still hard, dad..." whined Junior, opening his pants. "...you don't want me going out into the kitchen in front of mom with THIS, do you...?" he asked, pulling out his stiff dick. Jerome looked down at the handsome hardon and melted... "No..., we couldn't have that happen, could we...?" he asked, falling to his knees as he leaned forward and took his son's dick in his mouth. Jerome junior sat on the toilet seat while his dad sucked, eating his dick for the second time that morning. Again Jerome tried to be as quiet as a church mouse, sucking his mouth up and down his son's stiff shaft firmly while keeping down on the slurping sounds. He knew his wife and daughter were just a few feet away, and hoped that the sound of the running shower could drown out any suck sounds he might accidentally make. Jerome junior loved his dad, even more so now that his father was his steady dick sucker. What better way could a father show his love for his son, than to give him constant orgasms, drinking his juice and saving his virginity from female pregnancy? In the bright bathroom light, Junior was better able to see his father suck his dick (unlike in his dark bedroom), watching his mustached lips slither up and down his spit wet shaft, watching his throat balloon to fit his rod comfortably in his throat. Junior had hoped that his earlier coming might help make the second one last longer, but it didn't, as youthful enthusiasm and eagerness helped speed his pleasure. After only 4 minutes of intense sucking, was Junior hosing his dad's throat with his second load of the day, coating his father's esophagus with Jerome's grand babies. Jerome could feel the cum spitting down his throat. He drank the warm seed, considering it a gift from his son. When he was finished cleaning his dick, he watched Junior tuck it back into his pants and disappear back into his room through the adjoining door, leaving his mother none the wiser. Roseland Taylor called for her son at the breakfast table, telling him breakfast was ready. Jerome got into the shower with a smile, his son's warm sperm warming his insides like a warm cup of coffee. 7:20 Jerome came out of the bedroom fully dressed in work slacks and a dress shirt and tie, looking as if he was ready for work as usual. "I have your plate in the oven...!" said his wife, juggling 20 different things at once as she prepared her family for their day. "I'm okay..." said Jerome. "...I have to make sure I have enough gas in the car before I take the kids in to school...!" he said, heading for the front door. "I thought you filled the car up yesterday morning...?" asked Roseland, hearing the front door slam before she could get an answer. Junior knew exactly where his father was going... UPSTAIRS Jerome got off the elevator on the 10th floor, then causally walked down to 31 year old Monique Merryweather's apartment and carefully (quietly) knocked on the door. Within seconds her 16 year old son Todd answered the door. "Come in..." he said, allowing Jerome inside. "...I've been waiting for this all night...!" he said with enthusiasm. "Try not to take too long..." said Jerome, undoing his pants as he knelt down over the living room sofa. "...Roseland is really starting to get suspicious about where I sneak off to every morning...!" "Don't worry..., said Todd, slipping his underwear down under his ball sac to expose his 7.5" hardon. "...I only jacked off once last night...! I shouldn't take long to cum!" Jerome had pre-lubed his asshole before leaving home, making it easier for Todd to slip in behind him. Jerome grunted as the dick made first contact, breaking though his anal seal and moving directly into his rectum. "ahhh yeeeahhh..." moaned Todd, loving how velvety smooth Jerome's insides felt. "I fucked my first female yesterday!" he announced, much to Jerome's surprise. "It was great, finally knowing what it feels like to fuck a girl! And I used every trick you taught me, too...! I ate her pussy first, making it nice and wet before finally sliding in and fucking her slow! She was real tight too! She said she was a virgin..., so I made sure I took my time to open her up like you said so she'll want to come back for more...!" "Good..." said Jerome, feeling Todd moving through him as he thrust in and out. "...I hope you used the proper protection..." he added. "...unlike me, girls can get pregnant...!" "I know..., that was the only bummer..." said Todd, sounding disappointed. "...I had to use a rubber..., so I couldn't FEEL her like I feel you! I could feel her heat, but not her wetness! And BOY did she get wet! She came all over me while we fucked! I didn't know girls could cum like that!" "Sounds like she really liked it!" said Jerome. "She said she did...! I'm hoping she'll come over again today after school! She lied to her mom and said she was going to church to help with the holiday food drive! But she snuck up here with me instead!" "Did YOU cum...?" asked Jerome curiously, feeling Todd fucking in and out of him faster. "Oh hell yeah I came!" said the teen. "I blasted OFF inside that condom so big..., that I thought I was gonna break the damn thing and flood her pussy! But when I pulled out, all my babies were still trapped inside, filling out the tip of the rubber! So I flushed it down the toilet, then pulled out another one and fucked her again!" "Damn..., you gave it to her twice...? That's awesome!" smiled Jerome, feeling that he helped make Todd into a better lover. "At least you're both being responsible!" "Yeah...! But I miss coming INSIDE her like I do with you! I wish I could've came IN her..., but we didn't want to risk her getting pregnant!" "That's good..." said Jerome, feeling Todd starting to speed up his thrusts as he fucked in and out of his hole even faster. "...neither one of you need to ruin your lives right now, when you're so young...! Besides..., you've always got ME to cum in when you need to...!" offered the older man. "That's wussup!" said Todd, starting to concentrate real hard as he began to pound Jerome, holding onto the older man's thick hips as he slapped his boy pelvis into his ass repeatedly. Jerome couldn't help grunting after each hard thrust, wondering if the girl took as hard a fucking last night? "ARRHHHHH...!!!" yelled Todd suddenly, shoving all the way in as he came, shooting his creamy boy cum straight up Jerome's ass. Jerome could feel the dick pulsating and jerking inside him as it filled him full. His dick was hard between his legs, but he knew he didn't have time to take care of it. Besides, Todd never cared if he came or not. 7:45 Jerome walked back into the apartment where Roseland already had the kids ready with their coats an book bags. "Alright..., you're dad's back, time to get moving before you're late for school!" announced Roseland, sending the kids off. Jerome avoided eye contact, sure his wife would be able to stare into his eyes and KNOW he just fucked around. As Rose and Junior ran out into the hall past the father, Roseland walked over to Jerome and handed him his breakfast bag. "Don't forget we have parent/teacher conference tonight at the school..." she reminded. "...try not to be late...!" "Okay." said Jerome, knowing he had no reason to be late. He was just about to close the door and follow the kids down to the elevator when he heard Roseland call him back... "Oh Jerome..., Jerome...!" she yelled, bringing Jerome's briefcase into the hall. "Don't you need this for work...?" she asked. "Oh..., yeah." said Jerome, meekly taking his briefcase and joining his kids on the elevator. Outside Todd was waiting for his usual ride into school with his friends. He smiled as the family walked up, playing punch-tag with Junior and ignoring Rose (as usual). Jerome drove the kids to school with his son's two loads in his belly, and Todd's in his ass. They all got out at the same stop, saying good-bye as Jerome watched them disappear into school. "Now..., what to do with the rest of my day...?" he sat and wondered to himself? Jerome put the car in park, then pulled out his breakfast bag and started eating, in no real rush to go nowhere... Pt-2 20 year old MarliQ awoke, feeling like hung-over shit on a stick. Never one to do drugs, Kane (his boss) forced him to test a new drug called FUC (FUC is a mixture of DC's Croc, and Philly's Sextasy, a new drug cocktail guaranteed to fuck you good). MarliQ lay in bed, feeling like he'd been run over by a dump truck. "MarliQ...! Get your ass outta that bed boy...! You gonna sleep the whole day away...?!" asked his mother, yelling in from the kitchen. "I need you to take the trash to the dump chute!" "Damn...! Can't Ronnie or Mir get it...?!" yelled MarliQ. "No! They in school!" screamed his mother. "Boy GET your ass up! I don't bust my ass at work all night so you can sleep in bed all day! Get up NOW!!" "Aiight, aiight...! I'm up! Damn!" yelled MarliQ, getting up on his elbows. He ran his hand over his wooly hair, scratching the roots as he tried to force himself up. "Fuck!" he cursed, the room spinning around him as he felt hot and flustered. He had a morning erection (at 12 noon) that wouldn't go away, and a deep desire to fuck and feel something inside him. "What the fuck's wrong with me...?" he asked, staggering out of bed as his asshole throbbed. He left his bedroom in a pair of tight (form fitting) thermals, his 9" erection showing a sizable lump in his crotch as he made way into the bathroom where he sat on the toilet to relieve himself. Loud bubbly farts escaped his hot irritated anus, indicating a lot of gas (air) in his gut. But when nothing came out, MarliQ wiped himself and found only clear wet smears in the tissue before flushing. Memories of him getting butt fucked in Kane's bedroom started to replay in his mind, bringing a flood of mixed emotions as he remembered who fucked him and how many times. "OH SHIT!" he yelled out angrily, punching his fist through the mirror. "DAMN!" he screamed, punting the trash can into the bathroom door like a football. "What the hell's goin on in there...?!" asked MarliQ's mom, pounding on the door. "You breaking my shit up in there...?! Whatever you break, you buy!" MarliQ sat on the side of the tub, his hands shaking as blood ran down his cut knuckles. How the hell would he hold his head up around his homboiz again...? Pt-3 THE CHURCH OF FAMILIES OF CHRISTIANITY 50 year old reverend Malcolm H. Holmes left his beautiful vivacious (former pole dancer) wife behind as he made his way in to work. Unlocking the church door, he walked in through the back entrance to cut on the heat and begin his day of serving the community. He had just turned on the boiler downstairs when he heard someone enter behind him... "Martha...?" he called, looking back into the hall. "Not Martha..." said a male's voice, causing the stray hairs on the back of the reverend's neck to stand up... "...but an old friend, nevertheless...!" The reverend breathed easier when he saw Brian Dunn step into the open. "Long time no see, reverend..., how have you been...?" asked Dunn. "Better before YOU slithered in my door, Brian..., what can I DO for you today...?" asked the rev, walking back towards his office. "Now now reverend..., is that anyway to talk to an old brother of the church...?" "I know you don't just pay visits simply for the fun of it, Dunn..., so let's cut through the chase and get down to why you're REALLY here...?" said Holmes rudely, unlocking the door to his office. "If you say so, reverend...!" agreed Dunn. "I have word that David McConnell may be throwing his hat into the arena to run for mayor..." Holmes hesitated as he made his way into his office, but Dunn caught the slight reaction as he followed the reverend inside. "...and the same little birdie has told me that YOU also intend to run as candidate...! Is that true...?" Holmes took a seat behind his desk... "That hasn't been announced yet..." said the pastor, knowing very few knew of his political interests. "...how did you...?" he was cut off before he could finish asking his question... "You KNOW I have my resources, reverend..., why ask questions you KNOW I won't answer?" "I could say the same...!" said the reverend. "Maybe..." reasoned Dunn, thoughtfully. "...but then again, I don't have over seven hundred followers hanging on my every word every Sunday, now do I...? Followers who may be shocked to find out that their beloved pastor has a long history of indecent human behavior behind closed doors...! How do you think your followers would feel if THAT tidbit of information got into the wrong hands...? Why..., your run for mayor would be over before it began...!" Holmes swallowed hard... "Are you threatening me, Dunn...?" he asked, trying not to show any signs of nerves. "No..." denied Dunn. "...just remembering back when I first joined this church is all..., remembering how a handsome young man fresh out of college came here as a new member to your illustrious church..., only to be welcomed by the reverend first hand in his back office..., --repeatedly! And surprisingly enough..., he's found other young men who had been welcomed the same way..., --men who are willing to come forward if need be...!" "What do you WANT, Dunn...?" asked Holmes, feeling threatened. "Isn't it obvious, reverend...? I want to be your assistant when you run for mayor!" smiled the handsome biracial 31 year old. "MY assistant...??" laughed Holmes. "Weren't you former mayor Edwards' assistant before he got ran out of town on some sort of sex scandal...?! And didn't you assist that north Philly drug dealer Tempest Williams before he got killed...?! If you ask me..., you don't have a very good track record as an assistant!" "ah..., but I have OTHER talents I'm sure you haven't forgotten of...!" suggested Dunn, undoing his pants. "I don't know what you're planning to do right now, Dunn..." said reverend Holmes, watching as Dunn lowered his pants around his ankles, then stripped himself out of his tiny silk leopard print briefs. "...but I'm not buying it!" "I'm just offering my contribution to the church, reverend..." said Dunn, walking around the reverend's desk and reaching down between the reverend's legs to massage his growing lump in his crotch. "...you remember HOW you taught me to pay tithes to the church, don't you reverend...? When I was broke and couldn't give to the charity donations...?" Holmes said nothing as his heartbeat and pulse quickened. He watched Dunn pull open his pants suit, then reach into his loose fitting boxers and fish his thick 8" erection out through the slit. "This ought to be a good reunion for both of us, reverend...!" said Dunn, just before straddling the reverend's legs and lowering his ass down on the stiff standing dick jetting out from his lap. Reverend Holmes groaned out loud as Dunn's re-greased anus yanked open and slid easily all the way down his thick rock hard shaft in one stroke. In an instant the reverend was balls deep in Dunn's ass, as Dunn nestled his buttock down in the pastor's lap, churning his hefty meat around in his well trained gut. "Does THIS bring back memories, reverend...?" asked Dunn, using his legs to rise and lower his ass up and down reverend Holmes' dick. Holmes tried to remove himself mentally from the act, refusing to touch Dunn with his hands in an effort to keep a mental distance. But the slick smooth anus felt like the voices of the choir, bringing the reverend great joy as his resistance quickly melted away. Reluctantly he reached up and grabbed two heaping handfuls of Dunn's light brown ass cheeks, palming them roughly as he begin lifting and lowering the ass in his lap, helping to guide it up and down his pole. Dunn knew it would only be a matter of time before the reverend gave in sexually. He knew reverend Holmes was a sexaholic who couldn't turn down a hot ass if his life depended on it. How many times (after Sunday service) had the reverend taken Dunn (and many other young men and women) back into his office for personal one on one consultation, only to end up having them sprawled across his desk, or on his sofa, or hemmed up in some corner with his dick in them? Dunn had always let the reverend believe that he was innocent before they met, never revealing his dirty past as a victim of child molestation by the hands of his adopted parents and their many friends and relatives. In fact, by the time the reverend had gotten his hands on Dunn, Dunn had had hundreds of men claim his mixed bred pussy. In college he was often the only black on campus, and regularly got gangbanged by his frat housemates and their friends. Dunn had built a life by using his brain and his asshole as one unit, getting ahead by any means necessary to get what he wanted. Back when he was with mayor Edwards he was on the fast track to a successful political career, but that changed when Tempest Williams turned entire life around. Now Dunn wanted to get back into politics by backing someone he knew could take it to the top. The only problem was: which candidate to work for...? While Dunn contemplated his moves on the political front, reverend Holmes lay back in his swivel chair, cupping Dunn's luscious ass as he helped bounce it up and down in his lap. Holmes wasn't one who thought a lot while he fucked, he preferred to concentrate solely on the task at hand, pleasing his heated loins. He marveled at how good Dunn's ass felt, like moving back to an old home you forgot you ever lived in. He could feel the asshole sliding up and down his dick, the anal muscles relaxing and contracting at key points to simulate sucking. Dunn indeed was a treasure to behold. After 8 minutes (or so) of allowing Dunn to dictate the fucking, reverend Holmes picked the 160 lbs light brown skin man up in his arms, then gently laid him down across the top of his desk. With Dunn's legs up in missionary position, this allowed the reverend to plow straight into Dunn's exposed ass at his own accord, giving him the power. Dunn had no problem with Holmes assuming power as the older man grabbed his thighs and started slapping his hips into Dunn's ass. Dunn grunted and groaned softly as the reverend's thick dick fucked through him, stretching his anal muscles and banging deep into his milking rectum. Dunn was a expert when it came to sex, never had a dick left either of his cum dripping orifices unsatisfied. His own dick lay hard across his groin, straining stiffly with each thrust the reverend made up his ass. He reached down and began unbuttoning his shirt and tie, giving himself a clear runway in which to unload when the time came. Holmes saw Dunn opening his shirt as he pulled Dunn's legs straight up to form two perfect double ll letters, then pounded hard into his ass as he drove his thick dick deep beyond the sucking anal ring. Dunn arched his back as the dick pounded his colon, playing havoc on his prostate as the reverend's fat (copperhead snake) dick head banged into the internal gland like a punching bag. Dunn gripped the edge of the desk, holding on for support as the reverend slammed his 230 pound frame into him repeatedly. Reverend Holmes had fucked many holes in his time (virgins, straight men, gay men, women, widows, widowers, young, old, and in-between), but there were precious few that could match the thrill and depths of Brian Dunn. Holmes fucked Dunn as hard as he could, slamming his meaty hips into the smaller framed man with spine splitting thrusts, yet Dunn took each stroke as if his body had been tailor made for fucking. Despite the speed, power, or depth of the reverend's thrusts, Dunn met it with a rhythmic squeezing of his anal muscles, milking the shaft as surely as a hungry mouth. There was no doubt that Holmes would be seeding Dunn's garden soon, the question was: would this be an isolated encounter..., or would Holmes put Dunn on the payroll and fuck him more often? Dunn had his hopes as he felt his dick starting to pulsate after every inward deeply planted stroke. Without even touching his dick he could feel a rousing orgasm coming on. He closed his eyes and thought of the last time Tempest fucked him. It was during the night of his death (chap-40 of The PRECINCT), before they left the warehouse Tempest had been living in. He had been excited about his meeting with Peaches (Divine Graham), knowing he would kill her. He had psyched himself up for the job, knowing it would be face to face (a strangulation, --a declaration of strength and power). Dunn noticed Tempest's extra abundance of energy, and took it upon himself to help relieve some of his master's stress. He caught Tempest's attention as soon as he walked by him, his shapely ass swaying with a slight switch as he prepared to dress for the meeting. But as he started to rifle through his draws for the proper underwear, Tempest appeared behind him, his stiff dick already sticking out in front of him. Dunn felt it against his ass before he even realized Tempest was behind him. On instinct, he bent over the waist high dresser right then and there, presenting his ass for fucking. Tempest simply pushed in, sinking all 9.5 inches of his thick curved manhood straight into Dunn's anus. `Oh god, YES!' groaned Dunn as the dick slammed into him. The fucking was hard and brutal (as always with Tempest), with Dunn bent slightly at the waist while Tempest held onto his shoulders for support, then beat Dunn's internal organs to death with his dick. Dunn shot all over the dresser (having to lick it clean later) while Tempest power fucked him from behind. After Dunn's orgasm, Tempest walked him over to the bed (with his dick balls deep in Dunn's milking hole), then fucked him facedown in bed for another 20 minutes before finally giving up his load. Dunn sensed Tempest's pending explosion when the drug lord started pounding him nonstop, holding him down to the bed (prison style) as he rammed his dick home. Several strokes later Dunn felt Tempest's dick swell, strain, then instantly start shooting thick rich gobs of hot molted cum deep into his receptive body. At that moment Dunn felt the reverend's dick digging deep inside his colon, causing his own 6.5" hardon to start spitting drops of pure white semen across his heaving belly. Holmes saw Dunn's orgasm (without hands) and started fucking faster. He pounded the ad man's convulsing hole nonstop until he felt his balls tightening against his body. "AAWWW FUCK...!!" yelled the pastor as he unloaded in Dunn's heated anus. Dunn could feel the dick jumping, jerking, and pulsating inside him, feeding his hungry hole the load it desired and craved. Holmes ground his pelvis into Dunn's ass, making sure every drop was planted before finally pulling out and collapsing back down in his chair. Dunn slowly lowered his legs as he sat upright on the edge of the reverend's desk, his cum starting to slowly streak downward over his flat stomach. "So reverend..." smiled Dunn, scooping his own cum off his belly to lick off his fingers. "...we have a deal or what...?" Holmes thought about it for a moment, believing it best to keep his enemies close... "Sure..., why not...? It's a deal...!" he said, holding up his hand to shake. But Dunn had another way of sealing deals as he slithered down onto his knees and took the reverend's cum wet dick into his mouth and started sucking it clean. Reverend Holmes titled his head back against his chair and moaned erotically, hoping Dunn's loyalty was as assured as his prowess... Pt-4 MANAYUNK McConnell drove up to his condo complex just off of Kelly Drive and the Schuylkill River. The weather called for a cloudy overcast, leaving the sky gloomy and grey as he pulled up into a parking spot just outside the building. He saw his lover's car double parked in front of his, the trunk up and the back doors wide open... McConnell pulled a large single brown bag of groceries from the passenger's seat, then walked up towards Ramone's car as Ramone came out of the complex carrying a box of his belongings. "What's this...?" asked McConnell calmly, trying to keep a straight face in public. "What's it look like...?" asked Ramone, stiffing his box in the trunk before slamming it shut. "I'm giving you what you wanted..., I'm moving out!" "Not like this..." said McConnell, following Ramone back up the walkway as Ramone grabbed up two hefty trash bags of his stuffed clothing. "...you don't have to move TODAY...! We still have time before the announcements are made...!" "You want me to wait around to be evicted...?" asked Ramone, throwing one bag after the other into the backseat. "You want me to stay here and be your fuck buddy until you make your announcement to run for mayor..., THEN you want to kick me out...?! Am I not allowed to have SOME dignity for myself...??" asked Ramone, slamming the door. "I THOUGHT we were going to be friends...?" asked McConnell, grabbing Ramone's arm so he couldn't walk away. "I thought you understood my position...!?" "I understand, alright..." said Ramone, snatching back his arm. "...you want everything to go YOUR way! You want a relationship, you DON'T want a relationship! You want us to live together, you DON'T want us to live together! You want us to be friends, well, I CAN'T..., not after loving you the way I do!" McConnell stood silently as Ramone walked away towards the other side of the car. He stopped after grabbing the door handle, pausing to gaze longingly into McConnell's sad eyes. Both men stared at each other without saying a word, both feeling the same pain, neither giving the other the first aid they desperately needed. "Who says gay relationships are easier...?" muttered Ramone, before getting into his car and speeding off, leaving McConnell holding the bag... Pt-5 SOUTH PHILLY After a full day of walking the malls, Jerome pulled into the Roswell Heights Development and parked. Rarely did he make it home on time as a manager for the King Of Prussia KFC, now that he was out of work, he made sure to make it home on schedule (unable to stomach walking the malls any longer). When he made it up to his apartment, his wife (Roseland) was getting dressed for the parent/teacher meetings at the school that night. "You're on time, again..., I can't believe it!" she said, pulling a roast out of the over. "Dinner's ready for whenever the kids get home..., all they have to do is toss their plates in the microwave!" "The kids aren't here...?" asked Jerome, looking around the apartment. "Junior's hanging out with his friends..." said Roseland, taking off her apron as she started to slip out of her house slippers and into her shoes. "...lord knows where he is..., probably up on the roof again!" "And where's Rose...?" asked Jerome, pinching a piece of roast as his stomach started to growl. "You didn't eat at work...?" asked Roseland, watching her husband go through the pots. "uh...no..., I was uh..., saving my appetite for home...!" lied Jerome. "um..., where'd you say Rose went...?" "Oh..., she went down to the church..." said Roseland, grabbing her purse. "...she's been helping out reverend Holmes with the Holiday Food Drive...!" Jerome's jaw dropped... ______________________________ Written by: Eugene Marvin [aka] Nphillydogg@aol.com Hit me up at the address above with questions, comments, and suggestions. Or join me on Facebook.com for quicker updates on what I may be working on next.