Date: Fri, 1 Dec 2006 22:39:46 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-25

Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-25
UNLAWFUL PATHS

The PRECINCT
 Captain McConnell was beside himself with anger. The media was a feeding
frenzy, blaming "choppy police work" for the unusually high number of
criminals being sent back onto the streets after such a highly publicized
arrest a few short weeks back.
 Mayor Edwards went on television to announce he was acquitting those who
were arrested on the day in question for "unlawful arrest", when police
had a shoot out with alleged "drug dealers" on Ogontz and Drumming. No
arrest warrants had been issued, and the city saw fault in their
"illegal" arrest (chaps 16-17).
 On a separate note, the Mayor also disclosed a new budget, cutting the
number of available officers (in the poorer sections of the city).
McConnell saw this as a direct link to Tempest Williams. Somehow, the
infamous drug dealer had somehow got a hold of the Mayor, and was using
him as his puppet. McConnell had no way to prove this of course, but was
sure that that was the case indeed. He needed to clear his head, and
instantly thought of Malik and their mounting problems. He called
detective Hightower into his office. Hightower was a surveillance
specialist. He asked him to do a "favor" for him, "off the record" of
course.

"Anything, sir." said Hightower, a dedicated father of 4.

"I need you to follow Malik for a few days...., keep a log of where he
goes, and what he does." said McConnell, as nonchalantly as possible.

"Is this official sir? Is something wrong?" asked Hightower, concerned.

"Unofficial business, James. I'm just..., concerned. Malik's been through
a lot lately, and I want to keep an eye on him, is all."

"Yes, sir. I'll get right on it, sir." answered Hightower, leaving
McConnell to wonder if he was doing the right thing.


JAKE VALENTINE
 Malecee Cortez woke up that afternoon, and left to go jogging before
Jake could wake up. He wanted to be miles away when reality came into
play. He wasn't ready to face his feelings. He'd never been involved with
a guy before, like he was involved with Jake. Sure he's messed around,
even allowed a fag or 2 to suck his dick on occasions when girls weren't
available, he's even fucked a few when he was too high to care over the
years..., but this was different, this was...

 After an hour or so of jogging, Cortez ran back to his apt building.
There was still a couple of hours before his shift started at the
Precinct, and he really needed a shower before work. He came into his
apt, tossed his keys in the usual spot, and peeled off his sweaty jogging
shirt. He walked into the kitchen, going straight to the fridge to grab a
bottled water. As he turned it up to his lips, he realized he wasn't
alone.

"You're back." said Jake, sitting at the table, drinking a beer. Malecee
nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Jake!" he said, startled. "I thought you'd be gone by now." he added,
turning the water up to act casual.

"Don't have my car." said Jake. "Is that why you left? Hoping I'd be gone
when you returned?" he asked, sounding disappointed.

"Let's not go there!" said Malecee, walking out of the kitchen. Jake
quickly followed.

"Is that what you do? Fuck a guy, and leave a guy? No emotional
attachments? No stings involved? No commitment? Just fuck him and go?"

"Yeah, that's right!" said Malecee, spinning around suddenly. "If I
wanted emotional attachment, I'd fuck a girl!"

"So why didn't you?" asked Jake.

"Cause I had you!" said Malecee, coldly. Jake couldn't help but feel
used, yet again.

"Fuck you, Mal!" he said, walking by angrily. Malecee grabbed his arm.
Jake pulled away, then shoved Malecee in the chest hard. Malecee fell
backwards into a cluttered book shelf, nearly topping a whole shelf.

"What's your problem?" he asked, clueless. "Damn, you're acting like a
fucking girl!"

"I suppose you'd think so, since you fucked me like one!" said Jake,
storming for the door.

"Look Jake..., don't be like that." said Malecee, feeling guilty. Jake
stopped at the door, his hand on the knob. "Look..., I'll drive you home.
Just let me shower first, okay?" Jake said nothing, as he stood by the
door exploring his options. Malecee walked over to him, pressing his
sweaty front to Jake's back. "You don't really want to leave mad, do
you?" he asked. Jake could smell the sweat emitting through Malecee's
pores. He breathed it in deeply as Malecee started nibbling his neck and
ear. Jake turned around, looking Malecee in the eye.
 They stared at each other intensely, each exploring the other's
character just by the gaze of their eyes. Jake wasn't too sure of what he
saw, unable to truly read what was going on in the man's mind. But
Malecee knew exactly what Jake was feeling. It scared and excited him all
at once, as he leaned in and kissed the man he made love to twice last
night. Jake returned the kiss, passionately. He'd been through a lot
lately with sex and his sexuality, he was finally ready to explore it on
another level that didn't involve him being tied down and sexually
forced. Cortez wasn't used to having feelings for another man, but we all
had to start somewhere.

 After a very passionate kiss (which involved a lot of tongue), Jake
slowly slid down the wall, until he was face to face with Malecee's
crotch. Malecee laughed as Jake started to untie his sweat pants. He
resisted Jake pulling out his cock, feeling funky from his run. But Jake
pressed on anyway, taking the hard spanish morsel into his mouth, taking
all the sex, sweat, and funk as he swallowed it down until his nose
buried in the musky wet pubes.

"You know you wrong for doing this..." groaned Cortez, feeling Jake's
throat around his dick. He leaned forward with his elbows against the
door, while Jake devoured his manhood like an expert sword swallower. It
wouldn't be long before he'd be white washing the cop's tonsils with his
load.


POLICE HEADQUARTERS
 The click of high heel shoes echo across the floor. The heads of men
turn, as the sexy 5 foot 6 form of a female walks through the lobby. Many
who see her, mistakes her for Jennifer Lopez. The slink in her walk as
she switches her high round buttock, highlighted by the short mini of her
skirt, are unmistakably J-Lo.

"I'm here to pick up Sapphire and Jasmine!" said J-Lo, staring up at the
desk sergeant.

"Who?" asked sergeant Stacy, looking down at the celebrity as if she were
speaking french.

"Read my lips..., S*A*P*P*H*I*R*E* and J*A*S*M*I*N*E*!" said J-Lo,
spelling each letter loudly.

"You're kidding, right?" asked the sergeant.

"uh..., I think she means the 2 QUEENS in the back..." whispered another
officer, over hearing the exchange.

"OH, you mean Pablo Manendez and Terrence Sykes? The 2 fruit cakes that
mutilated the natural bodies god gave them, to become the FREAKS they are
now?" asked Stanley Stacy, a fat balding round cop with 18 years on the
job. "They're on their way down sweet-heart." J-Lo waited, watching the
eyes of men roam her tight rican body. She wore her extra big wide
pony-tail wig, the one which cascaded down around her soft feminine
shoulders and the long of her back like a movie star's should. She wore
giant dark sunglasses, to hid her celebrity identity (thought the average
onlooker), but in fact was worn to hide the shiner she got from her pimp,
-Tempest Williams, after he stole her back from his drug lord partner -mr
POOH (as in Whinny the...).
 Sergeant Stacy couldn't help staring at the would-be celebrity standing
before him in the middle of Police Headquarters. He stared at her perky
bosom, her high plump ass, her small waist, soft tan skin, and feminine
natures; and asked..., "Are you one of those girly-boys?"

"Girly-boys?" asked the J-Lo look alike.

"Yeah, girly-boys! You know..., she-males!" asked Stacy, curiously.
"Cause if you are, I have to say that you are damn sure passing!"
 Mercedes peeked over her dark sunglasses as the 50+ aging white male, as
if he were an insect. Just then her 2 friends came off the elevators with
an officer escort, dressed in male clothes. They looked like 2 fish out
of water.

"ewww..., what happened to you two?" asked Mercedes, staring in
disbelief. They actually looked like BOYS, dressed in oversized jumpsuits
with no hair or make-up to help hide their feminine features from the
other inmates (it didn't really work though, the arched eyebrows were a
dead giveaway).

"Please..., don't asked." said Terrence, better known as Jasmine. "Chile,
I can't WAIT to get out of these ugly boy clothes and back into our
dresses!"

"Well Cinderella, just call me your fairy god-mother!" said Mercedes,
dropping a duffle bag full of hair, clothes, and make-up onto the floor.
Terrence and Pablo grabbed up the bag, and ran for the nearest mens room
with Mercedes in tow. 15 minutes later, 3 gorgeous girls emerged, dressed
in stilettos, sequence dresses, wigs, and enough make-up to run a small
make-over counter.
 The attention they got as the stormed across the lobby and out the front
doors were nothing short of show-stopping. A long black limo sat outside
the Headquarters, with "Mayor" tags on the rear plates. They walked over
to the rear door, the driver holding it open as they fashionably entered,
greeted by their host...

"Tempest!" shriek Sapphire, grabbing a seat next to him as Jasmine
settled in on the other side. Mercedes sat on the opposite seats facing
them, along with Tempest's first girl -Peaches. "We KNEW you'd come for
us!" they smiled, happy to be in his presence again.

"You know I couldn't leave my 2 best girls behind." smiled Tempest,
surrounded by all his ladies. "The 2 jewels in my harem!" Mercedes and
Peaches smirked, having heard the same compliment at one point or
another.
 The limo slowly pulled off down the street, headed back towards North
Philly.


MALIK JONES
 27 year old drug dealer Marvin Rollin sits down with his lawyer to
discuss his options. Marvin wants to know why criminals for Tempest
Williams are being released left and right, while he still sits behind
bars awaiting trail. The lawyer explains that most of the other arrestees
were released do to conflicts with warrants on a particular date in
question, that preceded Marvin's arrest. "Plus" he adds, "you're arrest
involved an assault on an officer, and the death of a 15 year old boy."

"I ain't kill no boy! He shot his own self in the head!" said Marvin,
leaning back in his seat, seated across a metal table from his lawyer,
his hands cuffed behind his back (as requested by council).

"I see..." said the lawyer, not really caring. "I have your statements,
and my office is working vigorously on your case mr Rollins. You have
nothing to worry about." he said, gathering his papers as he prepared to
leave in hast.

"Just get me out of this mother-fucker!" said Marvin with authority.

"I will." said the lawyer, breaking camp to get out of the tiny
interrogation room.
 Marvin sat there as one visitor left, and another came in.

"Officer Malik...." he smiled, his dick growing hard under the table as
soon as he saw him enter. The officer on duty closed and locked the door
behind him, giving them privacy. "Back for some more dick?"

"That was our agreement, right?" asked Malik, his own dick starting to
tent his pants. "You ordered me to come back to see you..., or else you'd
tell my secret, right?"

"Not to 'see' me..." corrected Marvin, leaning back. "...2 fuck me!" he
added, bluntly. "So you gonna give me that ass today, officer-detective?"
asked Marvin, tormenting Malik more. He loved watching the young officer
squirm with conflicting emotions. He knew Malik really didn't want to
like what was happening to him, he just couldn't help himself. He was a
victim to power. The power of the DICK!

"How do you want it?" asked Malik, wanting to get it over with.

"Bring that sexy lil' ass over here, and sit on this dick!" ordered
Marvin.
 Malik undid his pants, and stripped naked from the waist down as he
approached the seated prisoner. Marvin scooted back in his chair,
dragging the metal legs across the floor with a loud scrap. He slouched
down in his seat, thrusting his hips forth as an incentive. "I see you
all excited about it." he teased, seeing Malik's hard 7 and 1/2 inch dick
sticking from beneath the tails of his dress shirt. "Take out my dick,
detective." he ordered, flatly. Malik reached for the zipper in Marvin's
jumpsuit, pulling it down to expose his hardon. Malik stared in awe at
the huge fat 10 inch tree trunk thick dick which has wrecked his ass on
several occasions. He began stroking it in his hand without being told.
Marvin smirked, knowing Malik was dying to have it inside him. "You want
that, babee?" he asked, watching Malik's expression. Malik looked
mesmerized. "Get it wet."

 Malik leaned forward, taking the huge dick between his lips. Marvin
watched as the detective bobbed his head up and down in his lap, licking
and sucking at the fat hard penis, getting it slick with his own spit. He
could barely get his mouth around the girth, as he stroked his hands up
and down and toyed with the big bloated hairy balls. He ran his tongue up
and down the sides like a huge sucker, his own dick already starting to
drip with excitement.

"Sweet..." moaned Marvin, loving the control he held over Malik, even
while handcuffed. "...now sit on it."
 Malik stood up and straddled Marvin's legs. He'd already pre-greased his
asshole before arrival. He reached back and guided the tree trunk thick
cock up between his buns, and eased back on it. Marvin watched Malik's
face tighten as the head entered, stretching his hole wide. "Take that
shit man, you know you want it! Get it in you!"

 Malik stifled a loud groan of agony as he eased up off the dick, then
sank back down on it, taking more of the shift inside. "aaaaaahhhhh..."
he sighed, feeling impelled. He eased up once more, then sat back down on
it. Marvin surprised his last descent by shoving his hips upward, burying
his meat in the convulsing hole. "AAHHH!!" shouted Malik in a short burst
of extreme pain. He fought the urge to jump up off of it and go running.
Instead, he grit his teeth and bore down, taking the full length inside.

"Thas my boi!" smiled Marvin, feeling Malik's asshole snap closed around
his dick base. Malik sat completely still as his asshole adjusted to the
pain. The dick throbbed inside him, as his anal muscles squeezed and
tried to repel it. "Fuck yurself, boi! Come on, work that ass, nigga!"
 Malik started to bounce, slowing rising and falling his ass cheeks in
the defendant's lap. Marvin loved the tightness and the heat coming from
Malik's butt. He really wanted to lay the officer down, and butt maul him
for a good hour of non-stop fucking, but knew that was impossible due to
their restrictions. His hands were cuffed, which meant he had to leave
the driving to Malik.

 Malik grabbed Marvin's shoulders, and began riding him like a bronco. He
tightened his hole on the ascent, and loosened it on the descent. His
butt hole felt 10x the size of normal, as he slammed his butt cheeks down
into Marvin's lap. Panting hard, he put everything he had into getting
fucked. He felt as if he had to, as if he had no choice in the matter.
Marvin was as big man, a true thug who demanded respect through
intimidation and demeanor. Even locked up, he oozed a certain amount of
respect and control. You felt if you didn't do what he ordered you to,
you'd be facing worser consequence later.

"You ain't nothin but a butt whore, ain't you detective?" asked Marvin,
watching Malik fuck himself. "Look at you, riding that big con dick like
a bar hoe! Taking it up yur ass like some stank nasty slut! That's what
you are, ain't you? Some stank hoe lookin to keep that cop pussy filled
at all times, ain't you? You wanna slide down this dick all nite? Wanna
be my cell pussy?"

"Yes..." moaned Malik, working himself into a frenzy as he bounced
harder.

"Yes what, bitch? Talk to me, or get the fuck up off my dick!" ordered
Marvin.

"Yes..., I want to be your cell bitch!" moaned Malik, slapping his ass
into Marvin's groin. "I want you to fuck me all night! Whenever you
want!" he gasped, unable to help himself.

"Yeah, babee..., take what you want! Take that dick!" encouraged Marvin.
He began humping up into Malik's downward bounce, fucking him harder as
he drove his dick in through Malik's stretched rectum faster.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" shouted Malik, closing his eyes as he journeyed to
another world.

"Yeah bitch, fuck yurself!" grit Marvin, matching Malik thrust for
bounce, his hairy balls slapping into the back of Malik's ass with each
stroke.

"aahhh, aaahhh, I'm going to cum!" announced Malik, shooting cum up all
over Marvin's chest and jumpsuit without even touching himself. Marvin
felt Malik's asshole clamping on his dick as he sprayed him with his
semen like some horny dogg. Marvin felt his own dick throb, then belch
several loads of sperm into the hot officer's tight hole.
 Both men orgasm simultaneously, moaning like lovers as they gripped and
groped at each other like drowning victims. Marvin felt like he'd just
ran a mile, without ever leaving his seat. He laughed to himself as his
orgasm subsided.

"You one crazy fuck, detective." he smiled, as Malik gathered his
strength and climbed down off his lap. "You must be hooked really bad, to
keep coming down here to get fucked in the middle of police headquarters
-n'shit! Is my shit that good to you?"
 Malik looked embarrassed, as he put his pants back on. He could feel
Marvin's cum starting to dribble from his sore hole which ached like a
stab wound. It felt well fucked, stretched, and abused. Nothing like when
capt McConnell fucks him. He re-zipped Marvin's suit, then knocked on the
door for the guard. The guard escorted the prisoner out, then handed him
off to another officer to take back into holding. Then he returned back
into the interrogation room where Malik was. He closed the door, getting
Malik's attention as he prepared to leave.

"Can I help you?" asked Malik.

"When you first came here, you asked me to take a walk so you could have
some alone time with the prisoner..., I did it, thinking you wanted to
interrogate him for some crime he did or something."

"Yes. And...?"

"Then I come back and see his dick hanging out of his pants..., and what
looks like sperm dripping down off the walls." said the guard (referring
to events which happened in chap-23). "So when you came back this time, I
made sure to keep an eye on you..." Malik felt his heart beat quicken.

"What do you want?" he asked, knowing what the guard must have seen.
"Money? I don't have a lot..."

"I don't want any money, detective Jones..., I want some of what the
prisoner's getting. Why should HE be getting all that ass, when we could
be sharing it?" Malik watched the guard massage his dick print through
his uniform. Malik guessed it to be about 11 inches of black snake dick
in the officer's pants. He unfastened his belt, knowing he was instore
for another good fucking against his will.


LOCKER ROOM
 Officer Jake Valentines enters the locker room as usual to begin his
shift. He notices the cold stares of fellow officers as they hush
whenever he nears. He ignores them as he opens his locker and strips down
out of his civilian clothes to change into uniform. He could feel their
eyes upon him, the cold stares of Lewis, Reynolds, Peterson, Duncan, and
several other officers that blame him for their department's bad public
rep. He knew that they knew he knew they raped him. They were waiting to
see what he would do about it. Their intentions was to turn him into
their "pussy-boy", but officer Cortez put an end to that by claiming the
stocky former high school jock for himself.
 They left the locker room 2 at a time, grumbling under their breathes as
they piled out to get to roll call. Jake finished dressing, then rounded
the lockers to where Cortez's locker was located. The spanish officer was
donning his badge when he turned and saw Jake. They looked at each other,
a tad longer than necessary... a tiny smile crept into officer Cortez's
cheek, signaling a shared message between them. They broke the stare
before anyone could notice. It would be hard trying to conceal the extra
loaded weapon in officer Cortez's pants, as he walked out to go to roll
call.

Roll Call
 Captain McConnell informed his men of the events happening to the
department. He reminded them of the influx of prisoners being re-released
back onto the streets. He wanted those on patrol to keep their eyes open,
and their minds on their work. He knew a lot of criminals were probably
"eager" to get back at officers for the riots on Tempest's compound. He
didn't want any of his men getting caught "off guard" in retaliation.
 Then McConnell told his men of Mayor Edwards' cut backs. Soon there
would be lay-offs, reducing the number of available policemen on the
streets. That would mean ONE officer per-cruiser, putting his men at
risk. This worried officer Valentine, as he was a rookie, and most likely
one of the one's to be named in the lay-off's. McConnell put several of
the senior officer in car alone, to cover more ground.

 After being dismissed, Cortez and Valentine got into their squad car,
and began patrolling the streets in some of the most troubled spots in
the neighborhood. The first few calls they got were for minor fights, or
domestic abuse, -nothing real interesting to report. When they got around
to patrolling the neighborhood park, they noticed a squad car parked in
the brush. Cortez recognized it quickly as one of the units belonging to
the team of Reynolds-Lewis.

"Are we going in?" asked Jake, wondering why Malecee was just sitting
there. "An officer maybe in trouble."

"It's a set-up." said Malecee, looking into the dark entrance of the
park, well known for it's after dark extracurricular gay cruising.

"How do you know?" asked Jake, seeing nothing but dark trees up ahead.

"Believe me, I know these guys." assured Cortez. "This is a gay cruising
park. A lot of gay guys come here to get their dicks sucked, or to pick
up someone to take back to their place to party."

"Have you been here before?" asked Jake, curiously. "Have YOU picked up
guys here?" Cortez didn't answer, he simply put the car in park when Jake
suddenly jumped out.

"Jake!" called Cortez, getting out to follow. "Hold on..., remember what
happened to you the last time you went running off to help someone!"
reminded Malecee.

"I was following YOU!" recalled Jake, reminding Malecee of his own
set-up. Malecee rolled his eyes, and drew his flash light.

"Come on, follow me! Slowly!" he said, leading the way into the park.
 The area was quite, as the winds blew a gentle breeze through the leaves
on the trees. They followed a small path, cut through the maze of brush
moving off the main walk through the park. This path was were strangers
met for sex. Jake saw used condoms and toilet paper scattered about on
the ground like confetti as they walked along silently. Up ahead they
heard some wrestling, it sounded like grunts. As they approached a
clearing, Malecee saw someone crotched over in the bushes, and someone
else standing behind him.

"There." pointed Cortez, as Jake adjusted his eyes to the dark. Indeed
there were 2 people there. One fucking, and the other obviously getting
fucked. Cortez instantly recognized the top.

"Are we going to arrest them?" asked Jake, staring at them from a
distance.

"No. One of them is Reynolds." said Cortez, sheathing his flash light.
Both officers approached. Officer Reynolds was holding down a white guy
by the hips, slamming his dick into his ass with anger and aggression.

"Bout time you got here, Mal. I saved some of this ass for you!" said
Reynolds, hammering the guy so hard, that the man was groaning as if it
were hurting him.

"No..., I'm kewl." said Cortez, turning down the free ass.

"Aw, don't play coy now, hommie! I know how much you like banging out
young boi-hole! You trying to pretend you not down with it in front of
your new girlfriend? I'm sure Jake knows how well you like to pound some
male butt-pussy! Ain't that right Jake?"
 Jake said nothing, he merely watched as Reynolds power fucked the poor
man in front of him, treating his hole as if he didn't matter.

"You need to stop this shit Reyn..., before something befalls you!"
warned Cortez, turning his back.

"Oh, you mean like LOVE has befalled you and officer "sweetcheeks" over
there?" asked Reynolds, never stopping a beat as he pounding the moaning
man harder. "YOU the one need to check yourself Malecee, falling for some
gang bang bitch! Pulling a gun on your family, all for some nasty
white-boy pussy! That cracker don't give a fuck about you, all you are to
him is some erotic flavor of the month! You need to smack that hoe down,
and bend him over next to this other white trash whore so we can call the
boiz and have a party on duty! Just like old times! Don't act like we
haven't done it before!"

"Fuck this..., I'm out!" said Malecee, walking back towards the entrance.
Jake looked back at Reynolds one last time, -how much he reminded him of
officer Gardner, was uncanny. 2 men of different races, with the same
views. He turned his back and followed Malecee out of the park.

"Fuck them..., more for me!" snorted Reynolds, picking up the pace as he
fucked into the poor guy harder. "Shut up bitch, and gimme that ass!"
snarled Reynolds, slamming his thick dick in and out of the white man
with spine shattering thrusts. He'd been fucking the kid for the past 20
minutes, really ramming his hungry hole hard to show him who truly was
the better race in terms of pure male power and libido. When it came to
sex and fucking, no one beat the power of the brothas!
 He felt his orgasm coming on strong, as he tightened his grip on the
man's waist. "Here I cum, Casper..., I'm about to dump a huge black load
up the pale white ass of yours! Give you some soul injection, punk!"
shouted Reynolds, pumping head long into the quivering rectum as his dick
shot forth a gut full of hot potent male reproductive juices. He came
like a geyser in the white man's ass, shouting like a banshee as his
balls emptied very ounce of cum into the man's anal track. The man felt
every pulse and surge as the cock came inside of him. Memories flooded
his mind like nightmares, of the first time he was ass raped. He reached
into his pant leg, retrieving a knife from his dingy sock.

"Yeeahhhh, Casper..., turn around and suck my dick clean, you worthless
faggot!" moaned Reynolds, yanking his cock from the man's chute, causing
the hole to rip open painfully.
 The guy turned around, and knelt down to take the strong black cock into
his mouth. "awww, yeeeahhhhh..." sighed Reynolds. "...clean it good. I
don't want a single spot of your shit on my dick!" he ordered, closing
his eyes. Suddenly his eyes popped open, after feeling a sharp slice of
pain rip through his groin. Officer Reynolds looked down to see blood
spurting from his crotch, where his thick rich cock once stood.

 He screamed as he grabbed his privates to stop the profuse bleeding. The
white man was covered in blood, as he continued to kneel there being
soaked in a fountain of red. Reynolds fell to the ground in agony,
rolling around in pain and shock as his quickly bled to death. The man
stood up over him, watching him wither about in pain. He leaned in over
Reynolds, then spit his dick out at him. The fat rubbery dick (with balls
still attached) fell down on Reynolds' unconscious body. He'd passed out
from the shock. It'd be a few hours before his body would be found, but
there was no sense in sticking around, incase those other officers
changed their minds and returned.
 The white officer (officer "Jake") looked familiar. He thought he
recognized him with his dad. Could he have been the same officer that
came by their house one day for dinner? That seemed so long ago. Like a
life-time ago, maybe? Things were much simpler than. Before drugs ruined
his life, before sex, before he got caught by Tempest Williams' boiz and
turned into some drugged out sexual play thing in hair and make-up. They
used him, degraded him, then threw him away like used garbage. Now he was
back, and he was going to make them all pay for his misery. The cops, the
blacks, everyone involved. Especially his dad!