Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2008 15:56:49 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-74

	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/74
THE CIRCLE OF LIFE

Pt-1

BEFORE DAWN...

	4am, 30 year old former middleweight boxing champ Lexington Bowmen
was awakened in his cell by 38 year old prison Guard Darrin Daniels. "What
the fuck...?!!" snapped Bowmen, ready to punch a nigga out when Darrin
shined a flashlight in his eyes.

"Shut up and follow me!" whispered Darrin, leading Bowmen from his
cell. Lex's cellmate (Maxwell) merely stirred in his sleep, rolling over as
he pulled the covers up over his head and continued snoring.

"Where the fuck we going...?" asked Lexington, the cold metal catwalk on
his bare feet bringing him to a rude awakening.

"Just shut up and follow me!" insisted Darrin, taking Bowmen down to the
first floor where they exited the prison Block. The Officer on duty said
nothing as he pretended not to see them. Lex wondered openly what was going
on? Was he being set up for something? Did someone hold a grudge against
him? Hell, 3 niggas was just killed a few days ago, --and he wasn't about
to become a 4th!"

"Where the fuck'r you taking me?!" insisted Lexington as he and Darrin
descended in the elevator down into the basement level. "This's Solitary
Confinement, ain't it...?" questioned Lex, noticing the darkened hallways
and the metal doors holding some of the most dangerous prisoners
behind. "Why the fuck am I down here? What did I do??"

"You wanted some pussy, right...?" asked Darrin, stopping in front of one
of the cell doors. Lex looked confused as Darrin unlocked the door and
opened it. "Here you go..., --courtesy of Genuwine!"

"Genuwine...??" shouted Lex with a laugh. "...why that little mother fucker
actually came through with some real pussy...??! Why didn't you say so??
He'd do anything to get me to fight in the ring for him!"

"It's all yours, Champ..." said Darrin, handing Lex the flashlight. "...you
got 30 minutes!"

"Sheit nigga..., I'm probably only need 10!" said Lexington as he took the
light and walked in.

Pt-2

	28 year old Kersey Gordon heard the keys in his cell door, and knew
he was in for company. Prison Guards Harry Slaughter (Sgt Slaughter) and
Patrick Beanmen (Deathrow) had been pimping him out to the Aryan leader
Hammer for weeks, letting the big dick white inmate beat the death out of
his naturally born pussy.
	Kersey realized fighting only made matters worse. His pleas to see
the Warden either fell on deaf ears, or were always intercepted by
Slaughter or Deathrow. He sat up in bed, fully expecting to see Hammer
emerge as usual, but was shocked to see a black man instead. "Wh..., who're
you...??!" he asked, shocked.

	Lex flashed the light in the direction he heard a man's voice. "Who
the fuck is YOU??!!" he asked, repeated the question asked to him. "Where's
the bitch I was promised...?!" asked Lexington, shining the light around
the rest of the small room. "Where's the girl...??"

"There is no girl..., just me!" said Kersey, pressing his legs together to
keep his secret safe.

"There's gotta be a mistake here...!" said Lex, turning back towards the
door. "...I told Genuwine I wanted some pussy..., not some faggot ass
boipussie!" he said, banging on the cell door. "Let me out of here!" he
yelled, signaling for Darrin. "Get me the fuck out of here!!"

"You're locked in!" informed Kersey from his bed. "The Guards usually lock
Hammer in here for 30 minutes..., they won't be back until your time is
up!"
	Lex turned around, shinning his light on Kersey.

"Other inmates come down here to fuck you...?" he asked disgusted.

"Just Hammer!" said Kersey, "And the 2 Guards, --Slaughter and Deathrow!"

"What's so special about fucking down here...?" asked Lex, looking around
the barren room. "I guess it more private..., no one to see or hear what
you're doing...!" he said more to himself than his host. "So what'r you...,
some fruitcake that loves to get fucked?" he asked, sliding his back down
the door as he planted his ass a seat on the floor to wait out his 30
minutes.

"No..." said Kersey, realizing Lexington wasn't going to fuck him. "...I'm
an Investment Planner..." he volunteered. "...I got convicted of Freuding
the government!"

"You...?" laughed Lexington, wishing he was still in bed sleep.

"What are YOU here for...?" asked Kersey, hoping it wasn't for murder.

"Me...?" sighed Lex, taking a deep breath. "...I'm here cuz some bitch I
barely knew and only fucked once stole my used condom out of the waist can,
got a turkey baster, and made herself pregnant with my sperm!"

"Wow..., why would she do that...?" asked Kersey.

"To get my money!" answered Lexington, flatly.

"So..., what are you, some kind of celebrity...?" asked Kersey.

"I'm a boxer! A Former Middleweight Champion!" said Lexington, proudly.

"Really...?" asked Kersey. "...I think I saw one of your fights! The one
against Marcus Paige...!"

"Oh yeah..., I knocked that nigga out in the first round!" smiled
Lexington. His fighting days seemed so far away now. "What time you
got...?" he asked, shinning the light on Kersey for the time.

	Kersey reached for his wristwatch. "4:10" he said, putting the
watch back. He noticed the light shine from his face down to his crotch...

"Yo..." said Lexington, doing a double take. "...where's your dick...??"
	Kersey looked alarmed as he quickly closed his legs. Lexington got
up, carrying the light with him as he approached the bed. "Move your
hands!" he insisted, wanting to see if what he saw was real.

"Please..." said Kersey, his voice trembling. He'd never had any
interaction with any black men, and didn't know any much more about them
than whatever he saw on the news.
	Lex reached down and grasped Kersey's wrist and wrenched it from
his privates. He shinned the flashlight down between the inmate's legs,
noticing nothing but hair where a dick was supposed to be hanging.

"What the fuck...??!"

"I'm a hermaphrodite!" informed Kersey, spilling the beans. "I'm a man born
with female genitalia!"

"A fucking freak!" said Lexington, stepping back. When Kersey tried to
cover his shame, Lex stopped him, shinning the bright spot light right on
ground zero. "So THIS's why Hammer and the Guards be down here fucking
you!" surmised Lex, leaning in to get a closer look. He made Kersey spread
his legs as he got down on his knees and got eye level with the spectacle
before him. "It looks just like a real white women's pussy...!" he said,
examining it closely. He reached out and ran a curious finger up the slit,
parting the lips as he explored the area like a doctor. "Feels like a real
white women's pussy...!" Then without plan or forethought, Lex plunged his
face down between Kersey's legs and began tasting the vagina.
	Kersey looked stunned as the black man shoved his face into his
crotch and began licking. He said nothing in protest as he gasped at the
tongue exploring his box. Lex dropped the flashlight as he used his strong
hands to pry Kersey's pale white legs open wider. Kersey felt like a
wishbone about to break as Lexington devoured him from below.

	Lex hadn't had pussy since before his initial arrest. Being held in
jail while he awaited trial (the Prosecution believed Lex a fight risk as
he had the means to escape to another country), he went straight to prison
after a jury of his so-called peers found him guilty of murdering the whore
who tried to steal his life's savings. This was the first opportunity he
had to eat, smell, taste, and fuck a real to life pussy since his whole
world slide downhill a year ago.
	He lapped, licked, sucked, slurped, tickled, toyed, fingered, and
poked at the pussy in front of him for close to 10 minutes. Kersey tried
not to like the mini explosions starting to happen between his legs, but
watching the famous black male boxer make a meal out of his shameful secret
had Kersey on the verge of cumming. His body shivered when Lexington
latched his thick full lips to Kersey's clit and began sucking like a hard
piece of candy. Kersey's eyes rolled upward as the first of two roaring
orgasms struck him like a lightning bolt. Lexington could taste the gushing
fluids as he sucked up all of Kersey's creamy essence.

So engrossed in his affection to taste pussy again, Lexington almost forgot
about his 30 minute curfew. Reluctantly he pried his face from between
Kersey's legs, leaving the hermaphrodite twitching, panting and gasping for
breath. Lexington pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his well defined
athletic boxer's body with tattoos. Kersey could see the dick print in his
shorts before he peeled the boxers down off his feet and stood bare ass in
front of him.  Kersey knew he was getting fucked by the big black cock
rather he wanted it or not. He didn't fight when Lexington maneuvered him
down on the bed in missionary position, parting his hairy legs as he got
in-between them and aimed his proud black iron rod down to the pretty pink
pussy lips and sank inside.

"ahhhh..." he sighed, loving the soothing feel as Kersey's moist wet vagina
molded to the contours of his specified dick. Kersey felt the dick sliding
into him, his vaginal walls well lubricated for the first time by his own
premature orgasm.

	Lexington's pelvis pressed in close with Kersey's, signifying that
he had successfully buried all 10 throbbing rock solid inches inside the
she-male. He laid down on top of him, slowly grounding around inside as
they both got used to the feeling. Kersey had never felt so stuffed in his
life, yet the dick felt good as it slid into him naturally, his vagina
contracting and expanding to accommodate. This was the first time he'd been
fucked not raped, --though the fucking wasn't what he'd call completely
consensual, it was a lot less rough and a lot more free willing than
previous fuckings.
	Kersey gasped when he felt the dick starting to move in and
out. Involuntarily he spread his legs wider, lifting them to give Lex's
swaying hips more room to move.

	Lexington knew it wouldn't be long before he came. It'd been so
long since he been inside a living vagina that he could already feel his
balls knotting at the dick base. He tried to hold off for as long as
possible as he started to stroke in and out. The pussy under him felt so
warm and inviting as he slide effortlessly through it, their pelvises
crashing together as he buried his entire dick in the wet hole again and
again.

	Kersey gasped and moaned beneath him, his manish pants sounding
more womanly as another climax quickly approached. He couldn't help himself
as he started to push his pelvic bone up to meet Lex's downward
thrusts. The two men set up a quickened pace as they fucked each other lock
and key. They moved like a well oiled machine, thrusting up and down & in
and out. Kersey could feel himself getting wetter as juices started to flow
from his mangina and soaked into the bed sheets below. He felt himself
having an out of body experience as he locked his thighs against Lex's hips
and started to cum. He grasped Lexington tightly about the back and buttock
as he pulled him into himself deeper, wanting to feel his black dick
stretch out his mancunt.

"Awww shit...! Awww fuck...! Ooooh shit...!" gasped Lexington, feeling
Kersey's vagina convulse and pulse all around his dick. He shoved all the
way in and unloaded his own climax well into the man's belly, shooting
every ounce of his essence into the mangina as they both bucked and bolt
against one another in orgasms.

"Yo, Lex..., --TIME!" yelled Officer Darrin Daniels as he peeked his head
into the cell. He could see the muscled black man on top of the white guy,
his pale white legs spread and wrapped lazily around Lex's dark calves.
	Lex slowly withdrew as he pulled his still hard dick from Kersey's
socket. He staggered backwards as he caught his balance and breath,
breathing harder than he did in his fight against Marcus Paige. Kersey
couldn't help but admire the black man's giant rod as it bobbed and sway
before him, still wet with their duel climaxes. Lex reached down to
retrieve his clothing and the fallen flashlight as he headed for the door.

"Yo..., I'll be back...!" he promised, leaving Kersey lying in bed
exhausted.
	Outside the cell Darrin waited while Lexington got dressed.

"Was the pussy good...?" he asked, watching the former middleweight
champion try to tuck his roaring erection back into his prison short.

"Best pussy I had in a long time, homs!" smiled Lex as he followed Darrin
back to the elevators. "And the best part of all..., --he can't get
pregnant!"

	Kersey masturbated to the memory of his fuck with Lexington. He
fingered his moist twat and rubbed the clit frantically until he felt
himself having another orgasm. His pussy was still throbbing with
satisfaction and oozing tiny bits of Lexington's love juices when he heard
his cell door being opened again for the second time today.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty..., your fucking prince Charming is
here...!" announced Hammer, already stripping off his clothes as he
approached the bed for his 30 minute workout.
	He looked down to see the wet stains soaked into the bed sheets
under Kersey's ass. "I see you're all juiced up just thinking about me,
eh...?" he asked, lying down between Kersey's legs as he began to lap at
his wet pussy, unknowingly eating the boxer's cum straight out of the
pussy.

	Back in Lex's cell, Officer Darrin was locking him back in when
Lex's cellmate (pissing in the urinal) turned around. "Where the hell you
been...?" he asked, walking by Lexington as he made his way back to his
bunk. "...and WHY do you smell like pussy??!"

"Shhh...!!" hushed Lexington, not wanting any listening inmates to hear. He
motioned his cellmate over..., "My boi Genuwine just hooked me up with some
pussy!" he said, groping his still hard dick through his shorts.

"Werd? REAL pussy...??" asked Maxwell.

"Female!" said Lex, leaving out one major detail. "But you can't tell
nobody..., he only hooked me up with this so I would fight for him in the
new Boxing Ring! If niggas knew I had a hookup, the Warden would shut it
down before the first bell rung!"

"I hear you, Lex..." agreed Maxwell, scratching his head
thoughtfully. "...but I have sort of a strange request of my own...!" he
said, embarrassed.

"I hope it ain't to get a cut of the pie, man..., cuz I don't think she'd
go for too many guys fucking that ass...!" discouraged Lex.

"Naw man..., I ain't trying to muscle in on your trick...!" said Maxwell,
stalling..., "I just wanna know if I could..., --if I could, uh..."

"What, man...?" asked Lex, curiously.

"If I could smell your fingers, man! I ain't smelt pussy in over 18
months!" pleaded Maxwell.
	Lexington laughed...

"I understand, hommie..., trust me!" he said, offering up his hands to
smell.  Maxwell sniffed his fingers, smelling the scent of a woman's
vagina. His dick instantly rose as he buried his face in Lex's big hands,
taking in big nose fulls of the scent. Lex tried not to laugh aloud, not
wanting to embarrass his cellmate. He thought Maxwell resembled one of
those hound dogs, hot on the scent of a fugitive. It was clear that the
smell was turning him on when a wet stain formed in the front of his
shorts, a sure sign that he was pre-cumming.
	Lex understood what Maxwell was feeling, after months of being cut
off from the one thing a man truly loves (pussy), just smelling the scent
of a woman could make you cum your shorts. He was okay with Maxwell
smelling his fingers, but it was when Maxwell unexpectedly took the fingers
into his mouth and began licking them that Lexington pulled away in
protest!

"Sorry man..., guess I got a little carried away...!" said Maxwell,
catching himself before he nutting his underwear.

"Not a problem, hommie...!" said Lex, understanding completely as Lex made
his way to bed. "Matter of fact, if you want..., I'll let you smell my
fingers whenever I get some more ass! Okay?"

"Kewl man!" excited Maxwell, having something new to jack off to in the
mornings.

Pt-3

EARLY MORNING...

	Word of the deaths of 3 men behind the walls of Piedmont Prison
reached the media. The new Warden (Reuben Wallace) went on record early
that morning to say that "2 of the 3 deaths were accidental: Prison Guard
Nicolas Duncan somehow lost his footing and fell over the side rail in
D-Block, while prison inmate Rashad Maheed fell down a flight of cement
stairs. Both men died on the scene very quickly. And the 3rd death is
currently being investigated by my staff...!" said the Warden on the all
the local news stations, blaming most of the deaths on accidents (mostly
because he didn't want any negative publicity surrounding his new Boxing
Ring). Then he added "on a lighter note..., I'm proud to announce that
Piedmont Penitentiary will be opening a new state of the art Boxing
Facility that we hope will help bring in some much needed revenue to help
fix up and maintain the prison! As some revelations have recently come to
light in the Philadelphia Inquire..., it becomes painfully obvious that the
previous Warden put no funds into restoring the prison! I however plan to
add more cells, replace old and outdated plumbing, add more cameras in
unsecure locations, and hire more staff to make sure all of the inmates
keep in line to becoming model citizens! The Grand Opening is expected to
be a star studded affair..., and Middleweight Boxing Champion Lexington
Bowmen will be headlining the Ring...!"

Pt-4

SOLITARY CONFINEMENT...

	Today is the first day back on his kitchen duty job for 35 year old
Rick McDoogle. McDoogle had been taken off kitchen detail (after a brief
stay in Confinement) as punishment for offering the new Warden sexual favor
(chap-58, pt-1).
	He took the breakfast food cart down on the kitchen freight
elevator, then rolled the rickety cart through security and down the long
dim halls. He stopped off at his first couple of cell doors, opening the
serving doors and sliding the trays through the levers. He took his time,
peeking in on inmates to see who was in what cells. Sometimes he got rude
remarks: "what the fuck you lookin' at!...?", sometimes he got inmates
wanting conversation: "what's the weather like up there...?", and sometimes
he got to bite off more than he could chew: "Doogle...!! Where the fuck you
been, man...?"

"Warden took me off Detail for awhile...!" answered the inmate, peeking in
on convicted murderer Tyrome Ware. Tyrone was a former Postal Worker, doing
time for beating his boss to death after being let go from work. He ended
up in Solitary Confinement after the additional murder of 30 year old James
Derekson (chap-31, pt-2) whom walked in on Ware rummaging through his cell
for money and drugs to feed his habit. "Said I needed to learn discipline
if I wanted to keep my position..."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" said Ware, shoving his dick through the serving
door. McDoogle's eyes lit up as he licked his dry chapped lips and fell to
his knees. "Suck that dick, man..., I ain't had no head in WEEKS since you
left...!" complained Ware. Ware wasn't particularly into white men (or men
period), but down in Confinement he didn't have much to choose from.
	McDoogle leaned forward and swallowed half of Ware's shaft,
suckling softly on the head.
	It'd been ages since he's tasted black cock. McDoogle became
addicted to it after blowing off the late Muslim Muhammad Sheed (chap-32,
pt-2). Since then he'd been giving blow jobs to black inmates in need in
Confinement, fulfilling a longtime fantasy of his.

	He sucked his way up and down the rock hard shaft of the inmate,
tasting remnants of dry semen and piss just under the head about the
brim. Ware humped at the cell door, trying to jam as much dick down the
white inmate's throat as the partition would allow. McDoogle sucked
feverishly, knowing his time in the Hole was limited. Luckily it didn't
take Ware long to blow. He thrust his hips into the metal door until he
felt his balls explode. Hot heavy gushes of choking cum spit into
McDoogle's eager throat. He gulped down load after load, drinking every
drop before removing his mouth and continuing his route.

	Two doors down was another black inmate. McDoogle taped on the door
and place his mouth up to the server. A long black dick emerged, sliding
into his mouth as he sucked it hard and deep. "Fuck yea, man..., I missed
this hot mouth...!" sighed the black man as he leaned his body in against
the door and let the white boy go to work.
	McDoogle sucked valiantly, hungry for as much black dick and cum as
he could get. There was just something taboo about it. All his life he was
warned to stay away from black men, taught that they were beneath him,
second rate citizens who were only here because their ancestors were
brought over on slave ships! Ironic that he had to go to jail and be
surrounded by them to appreciate them! Now he couldn't seem to get enough
of feeling them use his mouth as their cumdump, fucking his eager throat
and unloading into his belly.
	McDoogle sucked at the fat phallus for a full 5 minutes before he
was quickly rewarded with another mouthful of cum, drinking it down as
quickly as he did the first.

	A little further down was Kersey Gordon's cell. McDoogle couldn't
help looking in, trying to catch a glimpse of Kersey naked. When he peeked
into the serving door he was surprised to see what looked like Corrections
Officer Sgt Slaughter on top of Kersey in bed. He could see the large hairy
white Guard humping away on top, Kersey's hairy legs spread widely about
his pumping waist as he groaned and grunted beneath him.
	The room was too dimly lit to actually see Slaughter's cock going
in and out of Kersey's cunt, but that didn't stop McDoogle from freeing his
own hardon and whacking it good while he watched. He sprayed the metal door
with his load before zipping up and moving on.

	He sucked two more black dicks before calling it quits, not wanting
to be caught hanging down there too long by the Guards. He could always go
back and do round-2 when he came back to collect the dirty trays. He made
his way back up the hall to the freight elevator, his belly halfway full
with his favorite meal.

Pt-5

THE YARD

	Lexington Bowmen caught up with 28 year old Chris Ford (Genuwine)
as he was soliciting men to box the legendary Champion in the brand new
state of the art Boxing Ring.

"What's the purse...?" asked one man curiously as he held the pen in hand.

"10 percent of all sells for the match go to the men brave enough to fight
the Champ!" said Genuwine.

"10%...?" asked the men, signing his name on the dotted line before passing
off the pen.

"Step right up! Step right up!" said Genwuine, sounding like a
promoter. "Sign up to fight the former Middleweight Champion of the world,
--Lexington Bowmen, and get 10 percent of all ticket sells!"
	Men started to sign their names as Genuwine gloated about how much
money he was going to make. Just then Lex walked up..., "Lex...!" Lex...!!"
called Genuwine, breaking away from the signing as he ran to catch up with
his new best friend. "So...? Did you get it...?" asked Genuwine, eager to
know if their deal was sealed.

"Best pussy this side of the wall!" said Lex, breaking into a wide grin.

"So it was true...?" asked Genuwine, pulling Lex aside. "...he really had a
pussy...?"

"Not just a pussy..., --THEE pussy!" corrected Lexington. "One of the best
pussies I've ever been in..., --and bruh..., I've been in some good pussy!
Halle Barry, Vivica A. Fox, Jennifer Lopez..., but right now, none of them
are touching what I just fucked today! If he wasn't locked away in Solitary
Confinement..., I'd have to make that bitch my cellmate permanently!"

"I feel you, hommie..." said Genuwine, deep in thought. "...but better than
Halle Barry...??" he asked, skeptically.

"Halle ain't here, man..., --dude is!" said Lexington.

"Good point!" agreed Genuwine.

Pt-6

	From across the Yard, some of Genuwine's boiz (the Mandingos) were
starting to feel a little forgotten as they stood by and watched Genuwine
mix and deal from afar.

"Look at him..." said Wyome, gathered with several close members of his
clan. "...if he was any further up Lex's ass he'd be a hemorrhoid!"

"He's definitely out for himself!" said Pete, in full agreement.

"Yo man..., Genuwine's always been on OUR side!" said another (lesser known
member), "When he took over after Duke..., he helped us ALL make a little
extra change in our pockets!"

"Change is right!" said Wyome, looking over at Lexington. "And now that
he's about to strike it rich, he wanna step off and forget about the rest
of us!"

"Yea..., --if it was'n for US backin him n'shit, he wouldn't be nobody
right now!" said Pete, recalling how they betrayed Duke to side with
Genuwine (chaps-39 & 40).

"Straight-up!" said Wyome. "I remember when the pretty nigga first came
here n'shit..., Duke wanted to fuck him and turn him into one of his sissy
girls!"

"Why didn't he?" asked Morris, listening to it all.

"Cuz Genuwine talked some fast shit, making Duke think he was more valuable
as a Mandingo instead of a prison bitch!" explained Wyome.

"And what do Y'all think now...?" asked Morris, receiving silent stares
from group.

"What'r you suggesting...?" asked Pete.

"Nothing..." said Morris, not wanting to be labeled as a trader. "I'm just
wondering what y'all think he'd be more useful as now...?"

	Killer-Pete, Wyome, and several of the other members all looked
around at each other in silence, no one wanting to be the first to say what
they all were possibly thinking.

"Genwine's our leader, man..., what would we do without him?" asked one of
the lesser.

"Find another leader!" said Morris, simply.

"Like who?" asked Pete.

"Someone who has a lot of ideas...! Someone who has plans to make more
money! Someone who puts the Mandingos first, not second!" said Morris,
thoughtfully.

"Whatcha got...?" asked Wyome, curiously.

"Give me a couple of days..., I have a plan up my sleeve!" said Morris,
secretively. "And when it pays off..., I want you niggas to vote Genuwine
out as Mandingo leader, and me in!"

"If yur plan pays off big enuff..., I'll vote you fuckin' President!" joked
Wy.

Pt-7

	Half of the prison's Muslim community was outraged over reports of
Rashad's death being labeled an accident. One of Rashad's men (Khalil)
spoke up during one of the Muslim's meetings, demanding a call to arms
until they found out who killed Rashad. Half of the Muslims who followed
Rashad's order stood in protest while Jamal Fatah and his ordered preached
to stand down.

"How would you feel if it was YOU who was lying at the bottom of the stairs
bleeding with a crushed skull!?" asked one of Rashad's men. "Or
Muhammad...?!"

"I would not have been in a shadowy stairwell making shady deals in the
first place!" redeem Jamal. "Let us not forget that the Warden and the
police had deemed Rahsad's death accidental..." continued Jamal. "But let's
assume for a minute that it wasn't..., can any of the men in brother
Rashad's Order tell me why he would have been in that stairwell..., --a
KNOWN place for drug trafficking and sex, in the first place?"
	None of Rashad's men said anything, knowing he was in that
stairwell for either one or the other of the two. "Now I'm not condoning
murder..." he said, looking over at brothers Shaheim, Aakon, and Jomar,
"...but Rashad's death, --though unfortunate, was NOT a murder! It was
deemed an accident, and WE must abide by those findings! Just as we did
Muhammad's death!"

	The brothers of Islam murmured amongst themselves as the meeting
dispersed. Not all were convinced that Rashad's death was accidental, but
all accepted the coroner's findings thanks to Jamal's reasoning.
	Jamal stepped down from the podium as Abdul walked up with a bright
smile. "For what it's worth..." he said as he turned to his cellmate for
moral support.

`I think they will listen...' signed Abdul, tugging his ear for emphases
and getting an unsure smile from Jamal.

"I hope so..." said Jamal, wearily. "...the last thing we need is a
retaliation and a religious war! Maybe now with Rashad gone we can go back
to ONE Muslim Order...?"

	As the Muslims all started to leave their daily meeting place,
Abdul decided to head to the Library where he was still working on a few
leftover articles Muhammad had left behind in his files.
	He walked in and immediately headed over to the computers when he
caught a glimpse of the last aisle from the corner of his eye. Curiously he
walked over. The Library was unusually empty save for a few scattered
readers milling about, --the line for the last aisle now gone along with
the cock sucker that resided there. Abdul cautiously entered the aisle (the
aisle Muhammad was last seen alive in). The site where he died now
permanently marked with a dark brownish splattered patch where his unwashed
blood stained. A new fresh stain lay across the aisle where the body of
Mason Miller lay after having his own throat cut (last chap). The chair
that resided Copper Jewel (Gramps) for over 30 years, as well as Davis
Wood, now sat unmanned for the first time in recent memory. A new cock
sucker would eventually replace the old, reviving the inmate's interest in
reading no doubt. Abdul said his last goodbye to the memory of his friend,
mentor, and lover, --then turned to attend to business when he mistakenly
bumped into another inmate.

"Oh shit..., excuse me!" said Davis Wood, running into Abdul by
accident. Abdul smiled as he continued to walk away. "Oh Abdul..., could
you do me a favor, please...?" asked Davis, unaware that Abdul couldn't
speak. "I know Jamal is really busy what with running the entire Muslim
prison population and all..., --but I wanted to know if you could thank him
for me?"
	Abdul looked curiously as Davis stepped closer to talk privately.
"I went to him a little while ago and told him that my cellmate Mason
Miller was the one who killed Muhammad....(implied back in chap-69, pt-3),
and now Mason's dead!" smiled Davis, his handsome face lacking with the
absents his missing set of teeth Mason had knocked out some time ago. "Now
I'm not saying Jamal had anything to do with Mason's death..., but I did
see two Muslims, Jomar and Aakon walk up to him before he got his throat
slash! Awfully ironic that Mason was killed in the same aisle he killed
Muhammad in, eh?" said Davis, moving on with a pep in his step. While
Davis' life seemed to be coming back together with the death of Mason
Miller..., Abdul's felt as if it were coming apart.

	As Abdul walked over to the Library computers on the other side of
the room, 30 year old T-Bo (last seen..., who knows when?) got up from the
table he had been sitting at and casually walked down the last aisle. He
observed the old and new blood stains on the floor as he headed for the
chair strategically placed at the end of the aisle, and sat down.
	An inmate who happened to be casually walking by spotted T-Bo
sitting in the cock sucker's seat, and stopped. The two men's' eyes met
briefly as the inmate rubbed his crotch questionably. T-Bo licked his lips
lewdly as the man walked straight up to him and unzipped his pants. "Looks
like we got ourselves a new Library Attendant!" he said, feeling T-Bo thick
lips wrap around his dick...

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