Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2007 12:23:52 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-39

	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/39
NEW FISH

Pt-1

"Nicca, you're crazy!!" said Marvin, dismissing Genuwine's observations.

"Naw man, I'm serious...HE was checking you out! You should've seen the way
he was staring at YOU while he was stroking his meat! I think he's gay!"

"Like I said..., nicca, YOU crazy!!!" repeated Marvin, setting down his
weights as he walked over to another set.

"I'm telling you, Marv..., Duke was into you, man! He wanted what he saw!"
believed Genuwine.

"How you know all that?" asked Marvin, picking up a pair of single weights
to do one arm at a time. Genuwine couldn't help but notice the huge muscle
bulge in his bicep.

"Cuz Duke's a muscle fanatic..., and you got one of the biggest bodies in
this prison, man..., not to mention that big ass muscle between your legs,
Yo! I'm telling you, Duke's interested!" whispered Genuwine, low enough so
no one working out around them could hear.

"Even IF so, --which I doubt! What am I supposed to do about it? Duke ain't
the kinda nicca you just walk up to and stick your dick in without asking!"
reasoned Marvin.

"No..., but I'm sure we can USE this to our advantage!" thought Genuwine,
aloud. "Duke keeps a strong arm over everything that happens in this
prison..., he's the one inmate who's name's into every bad organized crime
game in this system! If the inmates found out he was gay, that could ruin
his credibility..., making him fair game in population..!!" smiled
Genuwine, brilliantly.

"So you want to turn Duke into a pussyboi?" laughed Marvin, not seeing it
happen.

"Yeah..., why not?" asked Genuwine, following Marvin as he set down the
weight and exited the weights room.

"Cuz Duke ain't no push over!" informed Marvin. "He's a ruthless ass
sonovabitch, on the same level as Tempest Williams!"

"Yeah? And didn't Tempest Williams get raped in the prison's basement
before he escaped?" asked Genuwine, causing Marvin to wonder..., -hmmm?
"All I'm saying is we have a way to get back at him now..., to show that
evil mother fucker that he ain't the god he thinks he is! All we need is a
few key players to help put the plan in motion! I think Amahd'll help us!"
thought Genuwine, aloud. "After Duke took back his so-called `girlfriend',
he's been held up in that stinking cell of his like a honk! He HAS to want
to get revenge on Duke, now!!"

"I wouldn't go around voicing this `plan' to everyone if I were you..."
advised Marvin. "...Duke has eyes and ears everywhere, remember?"

"I'm just going to involve Amahd..., WE need another playa if we're really
gonna go up against Duke and make this work!" said Genuwine,
enthusiastically. "You ARE still with me, right? You still wanna see Duke
taken down, right?"

"Yeah nicca..., I'm with you!" said Marvin, annoyed. "But I ain't
committing suicide! I'm only gonna do this unless we're SURE we can pull it
off! And the only way we can do that is if we can get Duke away from his
crew long enough!"

"No problem...with YOU and Amahd being his two trusted henchmen, he'll be a
sitting duck!" reasoned Genuwine.

"For some reason I doubt Duke trusts anyone..., especially his henchmen!"
reasoned Marvin, skeptically.

Pt-2

	Outside Warden Ellis' office, applications were being sought for a
new `assistant' position. Hopefuls sat outside the office, waiting for an
audition to show their talents. Among them was Aryan member Rick McDoogle
(last seen in chap-32, pt-2).
	Rick is the only caucasian inmate bidding for the position. Ever
since sucking his first black dick down in the prison bowels of Solitary
Confinement, he'd been hooked, sucking off as many as 10 inmates a day as
he fed them their meals through the door slots.

	Rick came to the Warden's office at his own risk. If the Aryans
found out that he was willingly blowing `niggers', he'd be kicked from the
Aryan camp –or worse. But when word started to spread that Ellis was
looking for another assistant to replace Davis, Rick jumped on it. He
didn't even think about the repercussions he'd suffer if the Aryans found
out, all he thought about were the perks of being the Warden's bitch; the
luxury of a cushy job with air conditioning, the countless free cigars and
cigarettes, candy sweets such as chocolates and cookies, sodas, and free
phone calls. But the icing on the cake was getting the chance to suck the
big black cock of a powerful black man. Just the thought of submitting to a
powerful mandingo like Ellis made Rick's cock hard as a rock.
	Rick watched 3 men go in before him, each spending little more than
5 minutes in the Warden's office. Each man left looking more than a little
disappointed as they hung their heads in shame, drool and wet spit stains
spotting their prison shirts.

"You may go in now, mr McDoogle." said the secretary, `a snooty white
middle aged women Ellis probably wouldn't even give the time of day',
--thought Rick as he got up and headed for the door.

"Come in!" called the Warden, sitting very stoically behind his desk. Rick
walked in and closed the door behind him, knowing exactly what kind of job
interview this will be.
	Ellis was going over papers, looking as busy as any head of an over
crowded prison could. He barely looked up from his glasses as he motioned
for Rick to have a seat.

"So mr McDoogle..." started Ellis, placing his glasses down as if taking a
break from reading. "...you've been with us how long?"

"7 years...sir." says Rick.

"And what are you in for?" asked Ellis, refreshing his memory.

"Armed burglary, resisting arrest, drug possession, branding a weapon..."

"Quite the badass, eh?" snickered Ellis. "And what do you want to be my
assistant for?"

"Well, sir..." swallowed Rick, nervously. "...there's the perks I hear come
with this job..., but really..., I'm just interested in getting the chance
to suck some really big black cock!"

"Good answer, mr McDoogle." smiled Ellis, devilishly. "And believe me, if
you get this job, you'll get every opportunity to suck a big black cock
everyday for the rest of your stay!" promised Ellis, pushing back from his
desk. "Now come on around here and show me what you've learned in the last
7 years!"
	Rick got up from his seat opposite Ellis' desk, and walked around
to where he could see the big business man fully exposed from the waist
down. He swirled around in his Italian leather chair, his pants and purple
boxers down around his ankles. Rick could see Ellis' big hard dick sticking
up from his groin, still showing the spit shine from the last
applicant. Rick got down onto his knees between Ellis' legs, admiring the
big black man's thick muscular/fat thighs, bloated balls, and fat hard 8
inch uncut meat.

	Without waiting to be told twice, Rick swooped in and took Ellis'
dark dick into his mouth. Ellis eased back in his chair, waiting to see
what skills the white boy had. The last 3 applicants were horrible;
convicted serial killer Jeremy Waters (seen in chap-5, pt-1) sucked dick as
if his closest ancestor were JAWS himself, scrapping his jagged teeth along
Ellis' tender dick as he tried unsuccessfully to suck his first
dick. Convicted gang-banger and rapist Dondre (Dre) Evans (chap-31, pt-6)
was obviously a novice when it came to sucking dick. He merely licked at
Ellis' prize piece as if it were covered in smelly fish juice. And Kalvin
(Moose) Craig (chap-30, pt-2), was 6-5, 270 lbs of lovability, but he
gagged too much whenever he tried to throat Ellis' thick 8 incher, nearly
throwing up in the Warden's lap. Ellis often wondered why straight guys who
never sucked dick before would audition to be his assistant, knowing the
requirements upfront. He knew the `perks' was an incentive (they'd been
placed there for that very reason), but Ellis wasn't looking for guys that
wanted perks, he wanted men that really liked sucking dick. Rick McDoogle
looked like one of those types of guys as he covered his dick head with his
mouth and began vacuuming.

	Rick loved Ellis' black dick; it was thick, fat, and as dark as
midnight on a starless night. Rick found himself stretching his lips to
accommodate the thick girth as he bobbed his head up and down. He coated
the dark shaft with a layer of spit as his mouth glided up and down the
thick column. He could taste the stale spit of the man before him as he
swallowed Ellis' dick down into the back of his throat.

"MMmmmm..." groaned Ellis, liking the way the throat felt. Rick McDoogle
was the first real dick sucker to walk through his door today. Ellis spread
his legs wider to give the white boy better access. Rick took the thick
cock into his throat, resting his thin lips around the base. He inhaled
through his nose, loving the musk scent of the man's crotch.

	Rick pulled back his head, dragging his lips up the slick shaft as
he quickly bobbed his head up and down. Hearing the Warden moan encouraged
Rick to do better as he sucked feverishly on the head to taste the
pre-cum. Drunk of the tiny droplets, he deep throated Ellis again, taking
his big dick back down into his throat. Ellis loosened his tie, settling
back for a full length blow job. He reached over to press a button on his
intercom..., "Send the rest of the applicant's home" he said to the
secretary sitting out front. She dismissed the 4 people still waiting to
audition. They grumbled as they left, angry to have lost the cushioniest
position in the prison to a white boy.

	Rick smiled to himself as he started really working Ellis' meat
over. He sucked with renewed vigor as he swallowed the thick shaft again
and again. Occasionally he'd pull off the dick to stare at it lovingly,
taking in all its black beauty before taking it back into his mouth. After
7 years of blowing white men (sometimes mutually), Rick finally felt the
satisfaction he was always lacking having blown men who were his
equals. Rick finally learned that the real turn on for him wasn't so much
sucking dick, as it was the belittling feeling he got from sucking men he
truly felt were his inferiors. Blowing black men was a taboo he craved,
like a fat man wanting chocolate; he knows it's no good, but he desires it
anyway.

	Ellis sits back and enjoys his first blow job from a white boy in
ages. He admits to getting a deeper satisfaction watching some big strong
straight or highly respected black inmate on his knees with his dick in his
mouth, but he wouldn't pass up a good cock sucker like Rick McDoogle for
someone who couldn't throat without vomiting.
	Ellis felt his dick starting to tingle, giving off the first
indications that his orgasm was near. He started to thrust upward into
Rick's mouth, meeting his downward strokes with upward pumps. Rick bobbed
his head faster, his spit making the cock slicker as his mouth glided
easier over the surface.

"Okay baby, I'm about to cum..." announced Ellis, feeling his dick
swell. "...I want you to take my cum in your mouth and hold it there
without swallowing, then I want you to open your mouth and show it to
me. Do you understand?"

"Mmm-hmm!" groaned Rick, never stopping his pace. He bobbed his head until
he felt Ellis' dick explode in his mouth. He pulled back until just the
round head remained between his lips, allowing it to empty out onto his
tongue. The dick pulsed a good 10 times, spurting at least 10 fresh bursts
of hot semen into his mouth. Rick could actually taste the nutty flavor
against his tongue without swallowing it. After the shaft finally stopped
pumping, he pulled his mouth off the inflated tool, tilted his head back
and showed the Warden his gift.
	Ellis smirked at the white cream filling Rick's trash mouth. This
was where he belonged, between the thick legs of a black man in power,
feeding off his potent seed. "Swallow it!" he ordered, watching closely as
Rick closed his mouth and gulped twice. The thick cum oozed down his throat
like maple syrup. Rick felt the cum quickly warming his
insides. "Congratulations, you got the job!" said Ellis. "Sit outside in my
waiting area until I call you in again!" Rick beamed as he jumped to his
feet and walked briskly over to the door. He took the first seat he saw,
smiling at the white secretary as he enjoyed the cool breeze of the air
conditioner.

"uh..., I hear you serve chocolates here?" he asked, having a sweet tooth.

Pt-3

	Genuwine visits Raymond Sherman's (Amahd's) cell. He finds the 6
foot 2, 200 lbs, dark brown brutha sitting depressed on his bed. Genuwine
knows what's happened, in fact, he knew it was going to happen a long time
ago. "Want some company, m'brutha?" he asked, respectfully.
	Raymond looked up, the despair in his eyes was almost too hard to
bare witness.

"Whadda YOU want, man...?" he asked, tired and alone. He didn't want to see
anyone except his beloved Nakia.

"I just wanna talk, man. That's all." said Genuwine, approaching with
caution.
	He knew Ray was depressed, and didn't want to chance facing any
misplaced anger meant for someone else. "I know what Duke did to you..." he
said, taking a seat in the available chair at Ray's desk. "...but I want to
let you know, he NEVER intended to let you keep Nakia for yourself! He
always intended to take her back from you once he was sure he had you
locked in his crew!"

"You KNEW this...?" asked Ray, looking over at Genuwine through red swollen
eyes. "Why the FUCK didn't you warn me??" he yelled, angrily.

"HOW?" asked Genuwine. "You know how Duke is..., if he knew I tipped you
off on his plan, he'd've found a way to get back at me twice as bad! I had
to keep it to myself! That's how vindictive he is! You can't trust him!"
defended Genuwine.

"Seems like a LOT of that going around." snared Ray, rolling his eyes.

"Look man.., what Duke did to you wasn't right! He let you get your
feelings and emotions all involved with someone he knew he wasn't keeping
around! He did that to control you! To get you deeper into his dept! But I
know a way you can get back at him...!" offered Gen.
	Ray looked back over at him, curiously.

"Get back at him...?" he asked, suspiciously. "At DUKE? The black King
Pin?"

"He's not untouchable!" said Genuwine, sensing apprehension. "Duke has a
weakness, we can PLAY on that!"

"What's his weakness?" asked Ray, skeptically.

"I'll let you in on it IF you decide to join us!"

"Us?" asked Ray, intrigued.

"I have an ally on the inside! Someone Duke trusts..., or trusts as much as
Duke can." muttered Gen.

"One of his crew members?" asked Ray. "Is it Pete?" he fished. "Wyome?
Don't tell me it's Marvin...!"

"Look..., Duke needs to be taken down a level or two! He walks around here
deciding people's fates like he's god, or something! We have to show that
nigga that bruthas ain't gonna stand for that type of shit! We 10 DEEP in
this muthafucker! There's a lot more US than there is HIM! All we have to
do is get a strong force to chop that nigga down to size! Once he's face to
face, he ain't nothing but another nigga like the rest of us!"
	Ray contemplated what Genuwine said, not sure if all he was saying
was truly on the up and up. There was a chance that this could be a setup,
planned by Duke to see how loyal he was..., but with his Nakia taken away,
Ray's loyalty was to the birds.

"I'm IN!" he said, not giving it much thought.

Pt-4

Visitor's Center
	32 yr old Carmella Wood took the near hour long car ride to
Piedmont Penitentiary with two of her four children. It was a ride she made
once a month ever month, to visit her husband of 10 years, --Davis
Wood. He'd been incarcerated 3 yrs ago for possession of over a kilo of
marijuana with the intent to sell. She hated seeing her husband behind
bars, having to support the kids herself on welfare while waiting for him
to get paroled.
	After checking in and submitting to a body search, she was allowed
into the Visitor's Center (a large room where many of the inmates meet
casually with family). She waited at an empty table as her husband was
escorted in. She smiled brightly until she notices the bruises to his face,
and he strange limp in his walk. Davis was hoping that his wife was so sure
of his masculinity, that it would never occur to her that he was being
raped despite the obvious evidence.

"Oh baby..., what happened to you?" she asked, sympathetically.
	Davis tried his best to hide his walk, having been fucked up the
ass by several inmates before his wife's arrival.

"Oh that..." he said, ducking his head as she tried to gently touch his
bruised face. "...I just got into a fight with another inmate." he said,
not wanting her to know of his rapes.

"A fight?" asked Carmella as Davis took a seat beside her. "Why are you in
here fighting? Can't this count against your parole application or
something?"

"Don't worry, I didn't report it." assured Davis, trying to play
nonchalant.

"Well, did you at least go to the doctor's? Your eye and lip looks pretty
bad..." she said sadly, reaching over to hug him tenderly.

"Everything's good baby, don't worry about me. How's the kids?" asked
Davis, changing the subject.
	While hugging his wife, Davis happened to notice his current
cellmate Mason Miller sitting at another table with a woman. Mason was one
of the inmates responsible for Davis' recent rapes, taking his cellmate's
"pussy" regularly at least 2 times a day. Mason and Davis' eyes locked as
Mason smirked at him knowingly. Davis felt his blood freeze, his sore
asshole still convulsing from their last encounter.

Pt-5

	18 yr old asian born Phi-Bui exits the Den Mother's jail cell
(Swallow) dressed in a cheaply made chinese female garment. Swallow is a
250 pound transvestite who helps Duke train all of his `pussyboiz' on how
to be more feminized to become more alluring to inmates. Swallow nick named
Phi `the Geisha boy', as she paraded him up and down the prison block. Phi
was forced to be naked underneath the garments, the material barely long
enough to cover the cheeks of his taut little ass as inmates taunted him
profusely.
	This was Geisha's first official day as `prison pussy', and inmates
were jumping at the chance to breed the new asian bitch, offering whole
packs (and even cartons) of cigarettes to be among the first in line.

	Swallow gathered up a small group of horny men who paid in advance,
then offered them the Geisha for one on one or as a group rate. The men
picked the group rate, and fucked Phi two at a time, one in his mouth and
one up his ass. Swallow was there to monitor the action, taking it upon
herself to suck the inmates dicks between fucks while they awaited their
turns to bang the asian. She even managed to swallow a few premature loads,
enabling the inmates to fuck the asian longer.
	Phi learned to accept his fate, even as he dreaded the face
fuckings.

Pt-6

	Spotting `new fish' is always easy for convicts. The new guys
always look lost, like they're in the middle of Grand Central Station with
no idea which train to catch.
	Rashad Maheed spotted a young Morris Jenkins among a crowd of
men. Morris had just been thrown in with population the day before, a
virtual kid among men. It was clear to see that his innocents wouldn't last
long. The inmates were already sizing him up, betting on who would tag him
first and turn his pussy out.

	Rashad approached the boy with his clan. He asked Morris if he
could have a moment of his time during the lunch rush, taking the boy under
his wing. Morris listened intently as Rashad explained `prison life' to
him. He told him the life expectancy of a boy his age living in prison
without the proper backing, losing his anal virginity to one or more of the
inmates. He told him `straight up' that it was very likely that he would
lose his virginity tonight, that there was undoubtedly a number of inmates
very interested in breaking him in.
	Morris trembled nervously as Rashad painted an ugly (but accurate)
picture of what he was in store for. He pulled no punches when he told
Morris that he would be "fucked repeatedly" by groups of men, IF he didn't
act quickly and join up with the Muslims who would protect him. Morris
(like many inmates faced with this offer) jumped at the chance, seeing this
as an opportunity to save his booty from certain rape. Rashad inducted
Morris into Islam, anointing him as his apprentice. He introduced Morris
around the organization, vowing his protection. Once Morris started to feel
comfortable around his new `family', Rashad pulled Morris aside for a
private discussion.

	Morris followed Rashad to a secluded stairwell where there were no
cameras or prying eyes. He asked Morris if he was "comfortable" with his
choice he made to become Muslim? Morris smiled and said he was, and how
glad he was to have found Rashad and his fellow followers, his protectors
and savors. Rashad smiled as he held Morris by the shoulders, then
physically forced him face down on the steps.
	Morris fought back as Rashad pulled at his waistband, yanking his
pants down under his young buttock.

"What the fuck...??!!" yelled Morris, shocked that he was being attacked by
a religious man.

"Relax...!" warned Rashad, holding Morris down while he fumbled with his
fly to free his erection. "...you were gonna get fucked anyway, might as
well be by me!"

"NOOOOOO...!!" Screamed Morris, as Rashad's dick forced its way into his
dry quivering anus.
	Rashad wasted no time forcing his way through the tough fighting
sphincter muscles. He knew he had to fuck the boy fast, to leave his mark
in him quickly before the boy's screams alerted the guards.
	Rashad shoved and shoved until his dick popped through the anal
ring, and forcibly inched its way into his rectum.

"AAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH!!!" screamed Morris, feeling his first penetration.
	Like most men, he'd always heard of men raping men behind bars, but
he thought joining the Muslims would resolve him that problem.

"Fuck, you're tight!" glee Rashad, knowing he would not be able to withhold
his climax for long.
	He thrust his hips back and forth, fucking Morris' ass as quickly
and effectively as possible. His 7 and 1/2 inch dick felt like a tree log
to Morris, busting through his aching anal ring and breaking down his
walls. He wailed and cried as the grown man fucked him, taking his ass
cherry like a pussy.

	It'd been awhile since Rashad had had any good ass. He tried to bed
Abdul (Muhammad's friend [chap-32, pt-5] ) but was unsuccessful, --Muhammad
had a lockdown on Abdul. Rashad was sure that Muhammad was `hitting' that,
but they were both very good at keeping it under wraps.
	Rashad knew he had to find his own Abdul, find his own private
boi-pussie to fuck on a nightly basis. For as much as they denounce
homosexuality among men, there was a basic animalistic desire in men that
needed to be fulfilled sexually. So while they would never condone
homosexuality as a lifestyle choice, sexual encounters were always kept
undercover and never spoke of publicly, as it could cause for the
dis-fellowship of members.

	Tears rolled easily down the facial cheeks of Morris' face. He
cried like a baby as his virginity was stolen, ripped from his buttock like
a purse from an old lady's shoulder. It all stem from him being in the
wrong place at the wrong time. Joy riding in a stolen BMW with friends, who
ended up striking another vehicle while in pursuit by police. A pedestrian
was killed as well as the driver of the stolen car. Morris was ejected from
the car during the accident and only sustained minor injuries, but he
became the focus point of the victim's family's rage. The Judge decided
Morris needed to make pennants for the deaths he helped cause, and
sentenced him to 8 years in jail for grand theft auto and manslaughter.
	Had Morris not gone for that joy ride, had he just said "no thanks"
and walked away like his mind had told him, he wouldn't be spending the
next 8 years of his life behind bars, getting butt fucked up the ass by
closeted faggots.

	Morris screamed again when Rashad took hold of his hips and began
ramming into him hard. Rashad felt his climax getting near as he started to
hammer at the young plump buttock before him. He closed his eyes and
thought about his woman at home, --female pussy was always a good incentive
to cum to. His dick began to throb as he shove in the last few thrusts and
came. "AHH...AHHH..UHHHH..!!"  he groaned, cumming inside the vice like
ass.
	Morris felt every throb as the dick pumped fresh rich cum into
him. He sobbed softly as his virginity was officially destroyed by the
deflowering. Rashad kept his dick inside until he was sure he was done
cumming, then pulled out slowly. His dick was covered in a thin brown
coating of shit, as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and began
cleaning his meat.

	He listened to Morris sob as he wiped the mud from his dick, then
tucked it safely back into his pants. "You'll get used to it..." assured
Rashad, trying to console the kid. "...believe me, it's better that it came
from me than one of these mean murdering ass mother fuckers." he informed,
heartlessly. "I'll give you a minute to get up and get yourself
together...I'll be standing outside the door."
	Morris heard the door slam as he pulled himself up off the
steps. His asshole hurt like a mother, throbbing sorely as it felt 10x
bigger than normal. He pulled his pants up over his plump ass, refastening
the waist. He choked back more tears as he wiped his face clean. He wanted
Rashad to pay to the authorities for what he just did, but they were
already in prison, --who would he tell? Where could he go? He didn't want
anyone knowing he'd just been butt fucked up the ass by another man, so he
just decided to keep the humiliation to himself.
	After a minutes or so he reached for the doorknob, Rashad was
standing right there as promised.

"Ready?" he asked, leading the way back to their cell block. "Like I
said.., stick with us, and we'll protect you..."

Pt-7

	Outside Piedmont, back in the bustle of the city, prison guard
Malik Jones is attending a gathering with friends, cop buddies; Jake
Valentine, Maleecee Cortez, and David McConnell (all seen in chap-8
"reunions").
	The atmosphere is friendly, as all 4 men once belonged to the same
police Precinct. There's a history between them (in the chapters of
Precinct-23 in the Jan 1st section of this category), keeping them all
linked to each other as closely as family. Malik was helping Jake and
Maleecee celebrate their first year together as a couple, while at
Maleecee's brownstone in South Philly. It was during conversation around
the dinner table that Malik told McConnell in passing, about his findings
at work. McConnell thought it was strange that the files were "missing" of
inmates supposedly transferred to other area prisons.

"Are you sure of this Malik?" asked the Captain, wondering what was going
on in his ex-partner's (Ellis') officer.

"Well..., I'm sure the files aren't there, if that's what you mean." said
Malik. "And I haven't seen any of the inmates in question since their
transfers. Even Andrew hasn't seem them!"

"Andrew? That's the new guy David's seeing, right?" asked Maleecee,
catching up.

"Yeah..., Malik introduced them." said Jake, having heard the story
(chap-33 "blind date"). "You think something else is going on with these
transfers?" asked Jake, curious to why Malik and McConnell was so
infatuated about the missing files.

"Well, there's no record that any of the inmates ever stepped foot in
Piedmont..." explained Malik.

"...freeing Piedmont of any link should these inmates re-appear
anywhere..., like the mall or the morgue!" finished McConnell.

"So you think someone at the prison set them free?" asked Jake, curiously.

"Well, something's up there. We're just not sure what." said McConnell. "I
just wonder is Ellis knows what's happening in his prison, and if so, how
much is HE in on it?"

"Have you told your Warden about the files?" asked Maleecee.

"No." answered Malik. "When I mentioned something about the transfers to
one of the senior guards, he told me to `drop it', said they were `just
convicts' and left it alone (chap-35, pr-8)."

"What about asking Ellis straight up?" asked Jake. "What type of man is
he?"

"Ellis and I were partners in uniform when I first joined the police
force..." informed McConnell (can't remember what chapter that was in). "He
was always a hot head and eager to shake down drug dealers. I can't see him
changing much over the years. Besides, I believed he or his guards had a
hand in the rape and stabbing of Tempest Williams (chap4, pt-4 and chap-6,
pt-3)."

"You think they helped him escape?" asked Maleecee.

"I don't know..., but I'd love to have a man on the inside..." thought
McConnell aloud.

"What about me?" asked Malik, being a former officer.

"You already work there Malik, they know you used to be a cop and could be
purposely keeping you in the dark for fear that your former duties as an
officer might cause you to blow the whistle on any shady practices they may
be doing." said McConnell. "No, I'd need someone on the inside that Ellis
and his boys didn't know was connected to us. Someone that could pose as a
new guard or inmate..., someone who could possible penetrate their group as
a shady character themselves."

"I could do it!" volunteered Maleecee, causing his lover Jake to look at
him as if he were crazy.

"I couldn't ask that of you Mal..., what training have you of undercover
work?" asked McConnell.

"None. But that could be my advantage. I'm raw! New! I could get in there
and get right up under them!" insisted Maleecee.

"I could keep an eye on him while he's there..." said Malik, causing
McConnell to consider.

"Talk it over with Jake..." said McConnell, leaving up in his hands. "...if
he's cool with it and you're still eager to do it, I'll set up an identity
for you."

	Later, after their company had left, Maleecee tired to convince
Jake how this could be the opportunity he was looking for to make
Detective. Jake was hesitate about agreeing with Maleecee, reminding him
that he would be behind bars the entire time, seriously limiting his access
to freedom if anything was to `go down'.
	Maleecee assured Jake that he would be fine under the watchful eyes
of Malik and McConnell. He knew Jake trusted the two men that once saved
his life from certain death. He gave in reluctantly when Maleecee started
to nibble his neck, hitting one of his `spots' as he took him to bed to
consummate the settlement.

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