Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2007 19:09:16 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-30

	Piedmont Penitentiary is an old turn of the century prison nick
named "The HOLE" on the outskirts of Philadelphia in the Valley Forge
section of Pennsylvania, which was built to hold up to 500 convicted
inmates. Today it holds nearly 1500, 3 times it's intended population. Over
crowding means there are 2 to 3 men or more per cell, which was originally
built to house just one. The plumbing is old and rusted, the walls are
crumbly, the foundation is corroded, and morale is low. Inmates and
Officers complain of conditions, but more complaints are lost to the board
of directors. Politicians that look to line their pockets before updating
repairs for inmates, run the board. No one cares if convicted criminals
complain about "unfair" living conditions. They were incarcerated for
punishment, not comfort. Most tax payers see them as animals that need to
be locked up off the streets. They are forgotten and unwanted members of
society, -the scary and depraved. Whatever happens to them behind bars is
more than likely deserved!

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The HOLE/30
REDEMPTION

Pt-1

	Another morning at Piedmont.

	The breakfast lines were long as usual, as inmates piled in for the
first meal of the day. But Raul Rodriguez wasn't one of them. Instead, he
went in search of an old enemy; Genuwine (aka Chris Ford), who had decided
to stay in his cell after receiving a generous morning blow job from his
cellmate (T-Bo) before the morning buzzer woke everyone. He lay back
comfortably in his bunk, thinking back on the conversation he recently had
with Marvin Rollins (one of Duke's big right hand men). The conversation
was brief, but to the point. Marvin had suggestion a "take down", -a "roll
over" of sorts to over throw Duke and take away his power (last
chap). Genuwine had his doubts if it could be done, or even IF Marvin was
seriously on the up and up..., but the idea intrigued him, none the less.
	Genuwine's thoughts were interrupted when he looked up and was
surprised to see Raul (the man who stabbed him [chap-15, pt-2] ) standing
in his cell door, not only because they were enemies, but also because it
was very ballsy for Raul to venture through the Mandingos' cell block
without his usual bodyguards.

"What the fuck'r you doing here?" asked Genuwine, still lying in bed.

"I came to talk to you about, David." said Raul, stepping into the cell
uninvited. "My brother's in some trouble, yo..., I could use your help to
get him out of it!"

"David's not my concern anymore!" said Genuwine, straight forward with no
emotion.

"What...??!" said Raul, offended by Genuwine's attitude. "After all the
times you've fucked my lil' brother up the ass...! Now you talk about him
not being your concern!?"

"YOU went out of your way to make SURE David and I wouldn't be together!"
yelled Genuwine, setting up in his bunk. "You stabbed me, you set David and
me up with his ex so we'd get caught having sex in the stairwell, and you
drove David into Duke's bed to make him some sort of prison hoe all so you
could get your sweet revenge and steal away his boyfriend...! And NOW you
want my help?" chuckled Genuwine, flagging him on.

"David did none of that to you! He doesn't deserve you turning your back on
him!" said Raul, defending his brother. "He liked you..., a lot!"

"Yeah..., enough to go get his ass gang banged by Duke and his hommies!"
said Genuwine, sarcastically. "With that kinda like, -who needs love?"

"Look man...I'm beggin you for your help!" said Raul, stepping forward and
putting his heart on his sleeve. "My lil' brother means the world to me!
Despite what you think of me, I love him! What I did may have been out of
arrogance and greed..., but I never thought I was hurting him, really!"

"Tell it to Oprah, man..., she loves this kinda shit!" sighed Genuwine,
lying back down.

"I'm serious, man! David's getting fucked by our own father!" revealed
Raul, causing Genuwine to sit up again as he took note to really
listen. "My dad's a serious gang banger, yo! We grew up like lil' soldiers
in his house, man! I learned all I know about drug dealin and drive-bys by
hangin with my dad! And now he's in here for murder..., and he found out
about David being gay! At first I thought he would go wild on the thought
of having a fag for a son and hurt David..., but he's decided to take David
as his bitch instead!"

"Damn..." groaned Genuwine, picturing the whole sick set-up in his mind.

"So you know how I feel?" asked Raul. "My dad's butt fuckin my gay lil'
brother in prison! And EVERYBODY knows about it, man! That shit just ain't
right!"

"Did you talk to your dad about it?" asked Genuwine, feeling sorry for
David who seemed caught in the middle of a rock and a hard place.

"Hell naw, man! What am I supposed to say? Yo dad..., fucked your son
lately?" asked Raul, sarcastically.

"Well..., did you at least talk to David about it? I mean..., how do you
know it's true if you ain't talked to either of the two niggas involved?"
asked Genuwine.

"Yeh man..., I spoke to David about it...but he in some kinda denial,
n'shit!" said Raul.

"So he denied it happened?"

"No, he admitted it happened...but then he went on sayin some faggot shit
like I'm just jealous cuz dad loves him more than me now! Like fuckin him
in the ass is really love! Niggas get fucked up the ass all the time in
this shit hole! I never hear nobody screamin they love nobody!" explained
Raul.

"Damn, man...that's fucked up." mumbled Genuwine. "So...what do you want ME
to do about it?" he asked, finally.

"Well..., I know how you feel about David..." said Raul, hopefully. "I
mean..., ain't no nigga gonna risk comin all the way over to Rican cell
block to discuss what was going on with David, unless he really cared for
him!" stated Raul (Chap 26, pt-2).

"That was then, this is now!" said Genuwine, turning a cold heart again.

"Fuck that, man! You LOVE my brother! KNOW you do!!" screamed Raul. "And I
KNOW he cares about you too!"

"But that's your DAD, man! What the fuck am I supposed to do against your
cold blooded murdering father?" asked Genuwine.

"Nothing!" said Raul. "But if you can lure David away from him...-and I
know you can, maybe we can talk some sense into him! Make him realize that
getting boned by his father ain't right!"

"Mannn..." groaned Genuwine, lying back down in bed. "...this sounds like a
rican domestic problem, and the last time I looked, -MY ASS wasn't rican!"

"So you're not gonna help me? You're not gonna help David?" asked Raul,
angrily.

"Sounds like David don't want no help if you gotta talk him out of it!"
said Genuwine, reaching for his earphones. "Take a hike, man..., you're
interrupting my Beyonce time!" he added, placing them over his ears.
	Raul stared at him as if looks could kill...then turned and quietly
walked out of his cell, leaving Genuwine to maul over everything that was
said.

Pt-2

	In the Prison Cafeteria..., Duke Daniels and his Mandingos
introduce their next batch of prison whores to the population. Emmett Green
and Shaleem Davis were paraded into the cafeteria wearing cheap home-made
prison dresses made exclusively by -Madam Swallow (the den mother for
Duke's whores).
	Swallow is a healthy robust woMAN of over 250 lbs of pure
transvestite delight. Originally born a man, she became a woMAN sometime in
her hay-day (late 20's), and never looked back. A bonafied beauty in her
time, Swallow (whose original name was Clearance Mason) practically had her
pick of "Johns" looking to have a good time with an attractive she-boy. She
did well with her gifts, up until the time she caught another tranny
stealing her clientele on her very own street corner. Before the she-male
could make a defense, Swallow pulled out her trusty billy-club, and
commenced to whacking the tacky broad about the head until she lay in a
pool of her own blood. She was later arrested for murder, and sentenced to
Piedmont to serve her time. During such time, Swallow had gained the
admiration of many men with her special gifts and abilities. Inmates
(hardened and otherwise), guards and staff, even the Warden himself had
experienced her special talents, making her his `special assistant' until
his wife one day noticed the flamboyant drag-queen sitting outside his
office waiting to see him. It was soon after that Swallow found herself
sucking the Warden's dick for last time.

	Since then, she's become the Den Mother for Duke's "girls",
dressing them up properly and teaching them how to become "ladies" for the
gentlemen population. Meanwhile Swallow's population popularity slowed down
when she hooked up and "married" one of the prison's most diabolical
murders, -Kalvin Craig, aka Moose.
	Moose is 6-5, 270 lbs of solid meat. He was serial killer,
convicted of bodies across the eastern seaboard from Alabama to
Philadelphia. When he was arrested, he was caught with two nude badly
beaten and decomposed female corpses in his possession. In the basement of
the house he rented, were 4 more, all sexually assaulted. Swallow came
across Moose during one of her nightly rounds about the cell block, looking
for new dick she hadn't yet conquered. When Swallow met Moose, it was
proverbially love at first sight. The two became inseparable as Swallow
went to his prison cell night after night until they finally became
official lovers and declared themselves "married". Now Moose bangs Swallow
nightly with his ample 12 inch prong, which Swallow takes successfully at
both ends. She rarely makes public appearances, unless its to show off her
new works of art.

	The prison population soured into a lustful uproar when they saw
Shaleem and Emmett walk out into the open. Tongues wagged as dicks harden
in prison pants while the two men-girls are paraded around the room like
pageant winners. The guards did little to stop the uproar (or the
humiliating parade), so long as the inmates remain in their seats. Hands
reach out to grasp the girl's asses as they walked by. Even the Aryans were
aroused, watching the two stone foxes harden every dick in the room.

"Gentlemen...I will be taking applications soon!" announced Duke, to the
crowd.
	At a nearby table, Nakia Davis and Raymond Sherman (Amahd) sit in
silence, both reminiscent of their own experiences which happened quite
similarly.

Pt-3

	34 yr old Davis Wood sits outside the Warden's office this early
morning, listening to him ramp and rave through a closed door at Muslim
leader Muhammad Shaheed. It seems Muhammad had not only managed to get some
of the prisoners aroused by his prep-rallies in the prison yard, but now
he'd gone as far as writing a letter to one of the local newspapers,
detailing some of the dilapidated conditions prison inmates had to face on
a daily basis in the prison.
	Reporters called the Wardens office around the clock, demanding
statements defending his position as `Lord of The Hole!' –the title heading
of the article they posted. Ellis was furious, and ordered Muhammad's
presence even before breakfast broke.

	Muhammad defended his letter under the Amendment of Free
Speech. When Muhammad refused to retract his statement from the papers,
Ellis ordered the guards to "throw him in the hole!" Davis watched as
Muhammad quietly walked with a guard escort down to Solitary
Confinement. But even as he left, he still rallied for "better living for
the imprisoned!" Ellis stood in his doorway, the frustration showing on his
tight face as he ordered them to "lock that trouble making bastard up until
he comes to his fucking senses!" Then he looked over at his assistant
sitting in the waiting chair, and told him to "get your ass in here, now!"
Davis moved like grease lightening, rushing pass the Warden as he slammed
his door shut (and locked) on his secretary sitting at her desk.

	Inside Davis knew the drill. He waited for Ellis to return to his
desk, unfastening his pants as he sat down in his import chair and awaited
his morning BJ. Davis was on his knees in seconds, nearly more eager than
Ellis was to get this party started. He took the master's dick into his
mouth and began suckling. Due to his frustrations, it took Ellis' dick
longer than normal to grow, but once it got started, it didn't stop until
it reached full mass.
	Davis sucked the Warden's meat happily, downing most of it as he
took it into his throat the way the Warden liked. Ellis sat back and
started to relax as his dick was expertly massaged by the inmate's mouth
and throat.

"Yeeeaahhh convict..., suck that big dick!" moaned the Warden, leaning back
as he spread his legs.

"Warden?" called the secretary over the intercom, causing the Warden to
nearly jump out of his skin.

"What??!" he yelled, barking into the com-system.

"Reporters on lines 1 and 2, sir. They want to know if you have any
comments to make on statements made in the Inquirer?"

"Tell them fucking VULTURES that I have NO Fucking Comment!" yelled
Ellis. "And hold all my calls!!" he added, angrily.
	Davis resumed sucking as the Warden's tension quickly returned. It
took nearly another 10 minutes to relax him enough to get his dick totally
stiff. Davis deep throated it repeatedly, taking it all the way down to the
balls as Ellis took him by the back of the head and started face fucking
him.

"Yeah..., eat that dick, man! Suck it!" cooed Ellis, closing his eyes as he
pictured himself on a tropical beach getting blown by some beautiful blonde
hair hoe. Davis knew nothing of Ellis' dreams, he bobbed his head and
sucked the Warden for all he was worth, eager to get his hot load.
	It took Davis 30 minutes to get the Warden to cum. When he finally
did, Davis choked down every ounce of his load, making the Warden moan in
his chair as he loosened his tie to breath. "Damn boy..., you get better
and better at that. Soon you'll be rivaling Rocky Peterson and Clearance
Mason!"

"Clearance...?" asked Davis, unfamiliar with the name.

"Swallow!" said Ellis, pulling his pants closed. Davis rose to his feet,
the taste of the Warden heavy on his breath. "Stick close..., with all the
shit happening today, I maybe needing a lot more of those today!"

"Yes, sir!" smiled Davis, licking his lips as he walked towards the door.

Pt-4

	After breakfast, Abdul Shabott started to look for his lover,
cellmate, and spiritual brother Muhammad. After asking around, he found no
one who knew where the Muslim leader was after being hauled off to see the
Warden under guard. Abdul had a sinking feeling that something nefarious
had happened to his friend. But the Muslim council didn't seem to share his
feeling. When Abdul asked that they storm the Warden's office to demand to
know what had happened to Muhammad, the council (Rashad, Jamal, and
Shaheim) decided that Muhammad was the one who made his bed by ruffling
feathers and organizing rallies, knowing that it would anger the Warden and
cause trouble. They decided he was to "deal with his fate."
	Abdul was bewildered by the way the Muslims were treating their
leader. When he questioned their loyalty, they questioned his honor,
-asking why was he "really" so concerned over Muhammad. Abdul realized that
the council was trying to use Muhammad's situation to try to find out how
deeply they were involved with each other. Upset and insulted, Abdul walked
away, returning to his cell to pray.

"Brother Abdul...?" called one of the Muslims, just as Abdul was preparing
to kneel. He turned around to find brother Rashad in his cell.

"What can I do for you?" asked Abdul, dispersing the desire to kick the
Muslim out.

"I just want you to understand WHY we're not rallying behind Muhammad right
now." he offered, causing Abdul to give his total attention. "Muhammad's
reputation is becoming tarnished..." explained Rashad. "...rumors of
homosexuality, radical behavior, inciting undesirable attention to our
cause..., we really can't have that kind of leadership running the
religion!"

"Then what kind of leadership are you looking for?" asked Abdul. "Yours?"

"I would be a greater asset to the cause!" stated Rashad. Abdul snickered,
realizing this was Rashad's scheme all along. Rashad looked over his
shoulder to insure they were alone, before stepping in even closer. "I
could also be a very good friend to you too..." he said, stroking his hairy
chin as he stared Abdul up and down as if he were a giant chocolate bar.
	Abdul got the hint. Rashad was dipping his dick just like every
other man in Piedmont, but he used his anonymity to keep his reputation
clean while stepping all over Muhammad's. There was no real evidence to
condemn Muhammad of his sexuality, all the Muslims had to go on was Amahd's
say so. Yet they seemed pretty quick to dethrone their leader and believe
the worst of him.
	Abdul watched Rashad's none too subtle gestures as his hand
descended from his chin, and indiscreetly journeyed down his chest, across
his stomach, to stop at the bulge in his crotch area. Abdul could plainly
see Rashad's hand massaging a swollen lump underneath his Muslim apparel
and through his prison pants. But instead of enticing brother Abdul, it
only managed to anger him.

"You gesture towards the same sinful deeds you condemned brother Muhammad
and myself for without proof or merit...!" said Abdul, causing Rashad to
quickly remove his hand with embarrassment. "...you will make a fine
leader, leading your hypocritical council! I hope you all are pleased with
yourselves while Muhammad sits in the HOLE fighting for your rights!"

"I...I...don't know what you mean!" stammered Rashad, regaining his
composure, "Obviously you misunderstood something I said to take it as a
`sinful gesture'..., but I intended no such thing! All I was merely saying
was that I could help you find your way back into the flock!"

"I'm fine with my beliefs." said Abdul, turning his back on Rashad as he
knelt down on his mat to do his prayers. "Now if you'll excuse me..., I
have to pray for Muhammad's safe return and good spirit."
	Rashad watched as Abdul began his meditations, kneeling in the
corner of his cell, bowing forward with his chants. Rashad knew better than
to interrupt a Muslim in prayer, so he quietly turned and walked out of
Abdul's cell with his feelings unresolved. He would take the matter up with
him later, before Muhammad returned from his new home in the Hole.

Pt-5

	After breakfast, the Yard usually fills up with inmates looking to
catch some sun, and burn off breakfast. On the courts, a group of black
inmates begin a friendly game of basketball, while against the wall a small
group of Puerto-ricans start a game of Wall-Ball. The Aryans take their
usual stand, sitting along a row of benches on the far side of the prison
where they usually huddled together in superiority. Today they do so
without their leader, Terminator (ex-cop Bruce Gardner), and his entourage.
	Inside the Aryan's prison block, Gardner's boys (Joseph Justine,
Donald Blake, and Alan Cooper) were milling around their prison cell after
a hardy breakfast. Justine and Blake were sitting around playing video
games while Cooper was dipping in his 7 inch dick in and out of their cell
bitch's "pussy" (Snake's ass).

	Cooper wasn't really trying to orgasm, having cum twice inside
Snake's roost before going to breakfast that morning. He merely liked
having his dick submerged in the snake's ass to remind him his place. While
they were enjoying their quiet time, Gardner suddenly came into the cell
after being gone all morning. "Well...??" asked Cooper, his dick still
buried in Snake's ass.

"I found the tunnels!" announced Gardner, excited as a kid on Christmas.

"No shit? So they do exist?" asked Blake, abandoning his video `Cops on
Patrol'.

"Definitely! I got to roam around down there for nearly an hour before
Dobbins brought me back!"

"Did you find the exit?" asked Cooper, holding his dick perfectly still
inside Snake.

"I think so! There's a lot of tunnels down there, and they seem to go on
for miles!" informed Gardner.

"Then how you know you found the right one?" asked Blake.

"Faith! I'm not destined to live my life out in this fucking Hole!" said
Gardner. "Besides, Sarge gave me the correct passage before he died..." he
smiled, as Cooper chuckled, causing his hard dick to jerk inside Snake's
ass. Snake felt his skin crawl at the mention of his murdered mentor.

"So how do we get down into the tunnels without anyone missing us?" asked
Justine.

"I have an idea about that..." said Gardner gleaming, as they all gathered
in to hear.

Pt-6

	Back in the rican cell block, Raul returns to find his father
Romero's jail cell closed off with a thin sheet, indicating he wanted
privacy, -obviously to finish fucking his young son David behind cell
walls.
	Raul found himself furious as thoughts of David submitting to their
father sexually filled his head. Raul went into his cell to vent his
frustration privately, but Alex was sitting there reading a magazine when
Raul walked in, obviously in turmoil.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"You see my father's cell? He put up a sheet! He's probably in there
fucking David right now as we speak!" yelled Raul, slamming shit off his
desk.

"Ra'..., don't get yourself all upset man! Calm down! Ain't no need to get
all worked up about something you can't control!" suggested Alex.

"I can't control?" asked Raul, looking over at him as if he were crazy. "I
got control!" said Raul, rushing back out of the cell as he ran down to the
payphones on the ground floor of the cell block.
	Pushing guys out of the way who were in line before him, Raul
grabbed the phone from one inmate who had been talking to his lawyer about
an appeal.

"Yo..!!" yelled the inmate, stopping cold when he recognized the angry eyes
of Raul Rodriguez burning through him. He simply walked away, leaving him
with his dime.
	Raul hung up the phone, then reached into his pocket to pull out
some change. He dialed a familiar number etched into his brain, and waited
as the phone rang on the other end. "Hello?" asked a feminine voice,
causing Raul's heart to fill with love.

"Mom..?" he called, overwhelmed with emotion.

Pt-7

	Romero lay back on his bed, watching his son David swallow up his
dick. David was an expert at eating dick, having done it often since he was
a teenager. Romero Rodriguez saw no reason why any guy in prison should
benefit from his son's talents other than him? As David's biological
father, sucking his dick and taking his loads was the least his gay son
could do. At least with his dad fucking him, David was safe from being used
and mistreated by rough cellmates looking to beat and share him with their
friends. With Romero, David's ass would be spared all the dicks that would
have eventually ruined his hole, turning him inside out and leaving him
with some nasty venereal decease.

	David was just in awe of his father, having been strangely
unnaturally attracted to him since childhood. He'd often fantasized about
sucking his daddy's dick when he was a boy, especially after experiencing
Romero's best friend's (Rico's) dick when he was 15. Rico and Romero were
practically inseparable, having shared nearly everything together from
drugs to women. Romero had no idea that Rico had moved onto fucking his
youngest son. He knew that Rico had fucked several guys in jail, -as did he
whenever they were incarcerated for any real length of time. What man's
going to ignore his hardon when there's an available mouth and ass in the
next cell? They often fucked young boys together in prison, watching each
other's backs and taking turns on them until they both white washed the
little thug's insides with two hefty loads of cum.
	But Rico over stepped the line when he started fucking Romero's
son. Romero's children were off limits, despite David's obvious effeminate
ways. Rico was supposed to be his god father, what god father fucks his own
god child? It's like incest. Romero needed to avenge his son, and he knew
doing so would result in his returning to jail.

	Romero pulled his son's head up from his groin, removing his hard
dick from the very depths of his mouth. "Damn, son..., you give betta head
than yur momma!" compliments the father. David glee as Romero pulled him
into position where David's ass hovered over his upturned hardon.
	David eased down on the hard penile, taking it all in as he ground
his ass cheeks around in his dad's lap. "Fuck, boi..., yur ass is even
betta than most pussies!" he gasped, humping up into his son's gut.

	David smiled with pride as he started to bounce his ass up and down
in his father's lap. Romero watched the asshole slide up and down the
length of his fleshy pillar, as David took every inch of him
inside. David's dick was rock hard, pointing directly at his father as it
bobbed and weaved with the motions. Romero ignored it, unconcerned with his
son's dick. He just watched as his own dick was swallowed up time and again
by his son's hungry asshole.

"Oh daddy..., your dick's so fucking big! I love riding it!" gasped David,
feeling like a kid all over again.

"I know you do, son..., ride daddy's cock, make it shoot in you like it did
this morning!" encouraged Romero.

"Yes, sir!" answered David, riding harder.
	David reached down to steady his balance on his father's hairy
chest. He used his hips and thigh muscles to power his pace, bouncing his
ass and taking the dick repeatedly as his rectum filled to capacity and
beyond.
	David loved getting fucked up the ass; Alex, Genuwine, Duke and his
boiz, and now his father, -his ass had never seen so much action before in
his life. He never wanted to leave prison. Why go anywhere else, when all
he wanted was right here in one place?

	David looked down into his father face, seeing him as through a
child's eyes. He saw his father as a big strong and virile man, the pillar
of strength and masculinity that no man or law could control. He envied him
all his life, and knew he was his father's biggest disappointment for being
gay. But now he'd discovered that he could be of use to his father. A use
neither of his two stronger straight brother's could fulfill. As his
father's home away from home pussy, he was giving his dad a gift no one
else could, the gift of coming inside someone who loved him completely
without prejudice. The thought of how much he loved his father, and how
much he loved being used by him, had David's dick shooting premature
ejaculation all over his father's hairy chest and stomach without even
touching himself.

"I'm sorry, dad! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that!" said David,
nervously.

"Lick it up, boi!" yelled his father, grabbing the back of David's head and
forcing his face down onto his cummy chest Romero didn't mind fucking
faggots, but he hated having another man's cum anywhere on him. David
started to lick his own cum streaks up off his father's chest and stomach,
just as his dad flipped him over onto his back and started to pound his ass
really hard. David groaned and grunted painfully as his father's thick 8
inch uncut cock speared his ass over and over without regret or remorse.
	David looked up into his father's eyes, watching his facial
expressions as he snarled and sighed before filling his youngest son's anal
canal with a river of creamy cum, -the same cum that created David and both
of his brothers (Raul & Carlos).

"I love you dad!" moaned David, feeling his anus fill. He grabbed for his
dad's waist as Romero pressed his cock inward, insuring that every ounce
was injected into his son's butt-cunt.
	Romero leaned forward, and jammed his thick tongue into his son's
mouth, making him suck it as they kissed each other open and passionately.
When Romero was done cumming, he pulled from his son's ass, and got up from
the bed. David looked well fucked and exhausted. Romero chuckled, claiming
his son was "unable to keep up with his ole man!" David didn't protest, as
he lay there recouping. As Romero got dressed and ripped down the
bed-curtain, he was greeted at the cell door by his oldest son Raul, who
stood there with an angered expression on his face.

"What's yur problem, boi? You got beef or something?" asked Romero, staring
into his oldest son's eyes.

"Mom's on her way up to visit...she wants to talk to you!" was all Raul had
to say.

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DOGG