Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2008 19:56:56 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-67

	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/67
AN OFFER YOU CAN'T REFUSE

Pt-1

PIEDMONT PENITANTIARY

A-BLOCK

	It was 4 o'clock a.m. when prison guard Sgt Slaughter silently
creeps into Moe (Hammer) Stanley's cell and awakened him for his first date
with his new lady friend.
	Hammer (who had been sleeping soundly) awoke when he heard the
mistakable sound of heavy keys opening his cell door.

"What's up...?" he asked, placing a hand over his eyes to shield them from
the flash light blinding them.

"Up and at `em, Stanley..., today's the day you meet your new girlfriend!"
announced the guard, swinging the cell door wide open for Hammer to exit.
	The prisoner flung back the sheet on his bed and got up. Wearing
only prison shorts and a t-shirt, he followed Slaughter (barefoot) down to
the Guard's Station where Slaughter waved them through to the guard posted
there. They walked the corridors of the first floor, passing through
security points Slaughter had access to until they got to the elevators
leading down into Solitary Confinement.
	Slaughter noticed Hammer's dick starting to lengthen the closer
they got to his gift. When the elevator doors opened, Slaughter escorted
Hammer down the long dark hall leading to the cell of prison hermaphrodite
Kersey Gordon.

"This is her cell..." said Slaughter, holding the key in the lock as he
prepped Hammer with the rules. "You have 30 minutes once I close this door!
30 minutes from now I'm dragging you back out and up to your cell Block
rather you're in the midst of cumming or not! Understood?"

"Yeah!" said Hammer eagerly, a large wet stain dotting his prison shorts
where his cock head was leaking pre-cum with anticipation.

"Okay soldier..., she's all yours!" said Slaughter, opening the door.

Pt-2

	28 year old Kersey Gordon lay on his cot, dreading morning. When he
first came to Piedmont Penitentiary he loved the mornings, they were the
only times he got to spend an hour out of his cell to shower and walk the
prison Yard in complete peace without fear of being accosted by a hardened
criminal.
	Now (since prison guards Slaughter and Beanmen) started raping him
two or three times a week, he started dreading the early morning hours,
knowing there was a strong possibility that he would be fucked an hour
before his scheduled walk!

	Kersey heard Slaughter's keys long before they reached his cell. He
could feel his vagina quiver in protest as he clinched his bed sheets for
protection. When the door opened, Kersey was surprised to see not
Slaughter, but a half dressed man standing in the doorway. "30 minutes...!"
he heard Slaughter's voice say before slamming the door shut behind the
man.
	Hammer used the flash light Slaughter gave him to shine on Kersey
in the dark. "Take off your clothes!" he ordered as he approached the bed.

"Who'r you...??" asked Kersey, knowing it wasn't Slaughter nor Beanmen
about to fuck him.

"Take off your fucking clothes! I ain't got all day!" yelled Hammer,
causing Rick McDoogle to awaken in the cell next door.
	Kersey threw off the bed sheets, then started to remove his shirt
fearfully. "Hurry the fuck up!" ordered Hammer, shinning the light on his
flat male chest. "Now the underwear...!" he said as Kersey reluctantly
hooked his fingers in the waistband. Hammer shinned the light on Kersey's
underwear, waiting to see the gift he was promised underneath. "Take `em
off!" he yelled, eager to see his first pussy in years.

"I don't want to...!" responded Kersey, realizing Hammer wasn't a guard he
had to listen to.

"Take off the fucking draws or I'll bash your fucking head in and fuck your
dead dying cunt anyway!!" threatened Hammer, sincerely. Lust for pussy had
driven his mind insane. Kersey knew from the tone on the man's voice that
he was serious. They were already in prison, so what more time would he get
for killing him?
	Kersey lowered the prison shorts down his legs, keeping them
together as he pulled the underwear off at the feet. "Spread `em...!"
ordered Hammer, shinning the light directly on Kersey's middle.

	Kersey opened his legs, revealing the curse god had given him at
birth. He'd always been ashamed of his lack of male genitals, his whole
life limited with no male reproduction tools. Throughout his life he
managed to score women here and there (mostly through his oral skills),
until his lack of a proper penis eventually drove them away. Once he even
dated a girl who was bisexual, she didn't seem to mind that Kersey (a man)
didn't possess a penis. They dated for nearly 2 years, eating each other
and doing while group sessions with other women. Kersey had the time of his
life with Cindy, until she too eventually left him for a man with a 10 inch
cock!

	Hammer aimed the flashlight on Kersey's middle, the legs parting to
reveal the sweet looking naturally made female pussy hidden between. Hammer
couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the perfectly formed vagina,
unable to believe it attached to a man!
	Suddenly Kersey's cell lights came on, rendering the flashlight
useless. Hammer placed it on the floor as Kersey got his first good look at
his soon rapist. The bald head white man stood about 6 feet with a medium
muscular build. Kersey could easily see his arms and parts of his neck were
littered with prison tattoos, symbols of his hate and shit he believed
in. But the real threat was the size of the lump tenting out Hammer's
shorts. Kersey could tell easily that it was bigger than Slaughters'. When
Hammer yanked down his prison shorts to reveal his 9 inch pole, Kersey
wanted to break through the walls to escape.

	The time was ticking as Hammer crossed over to Kersey's cot. He
roughly grabbed the inmate by the ankles and twisted his legs until he
forced his body to go in the direction he wanted. Kersey ended up on his
back with his legs spread wide as Hammer maneuvered himself on top. Never
taking his eyes off the cunt, he spit onto his fingers then shoved them up
in Kersey's lady-hole. Kersey gasped aloud as three fingers broke through
his vagina lips and buried off deep inside him.

	Hammer's cock jerked and jumped with excitement as soon as he felt
Kersey's pussy on his fingers. Pre-cum continuously dripped from the
enormous piss slit as he aimed his cock down to the hole and sank
in. "ahh..." sighed Hammer as his cock sank into warm woman-ness. He
pressed himself all the way in until he felt his balls make contact with
Kersey's ass. Kersey's pussy flexed, squeezed, and convulsed around his
buried dick, causing Hammer to cum instantly. "AAARHHHH..!!" groaned the
Aryan inmate as he filled Kersey's cunt unexpectedly with his first batch.

	Kersey hated being put in this position. He was a MAN first and
foremost, despite his lack of male reproductive equipment, --he still had
all the mental thoughts and desires of a straight heterosexual male. Being
reduced and forced to submit to another man angered him, making him want to
hurt someone. But he knew there was little he could do as a prisoner in an
all male prison. If he didn't do as Slaughter and Beanmen demanded, he
could be thrown into General Population where he would surely die a painful
death of continuous fuckings. At least down here in Solitary there were
limits on how many men could get to him. Slaughter and Beanmen seemed to be
the only guards using him, and now obviously renting him out to inmates for
favors. As bad as this was, Kersey knew it could be worse. He knew it was
better to lay back and submit than to protest and get worse.

	Once Hammer recuperated from his first orgasm, he started to pull
and push his cock in and out of Kersey's cunt. Hammer couldn't believe his
luck as his dick slid through the male inmate's vagina, the smooth soft
silky walls caressing and squeezing his cock shaft as he buried through. He
lay his face down in the pillow behind Kersey's head as he humped up and
down on top of him, their male bodies pressed together chest to chest as he
fucked deep into the hermaphrodite's gushy center.
	Kersey groaned, grunted, yipped and screamed with every deep
penetrating thrust the inmate made into him. He could feel the full length
of Hammer's cock bore through him, slamming deep inside his body as the
man's big meaty balls slapped into his ass with each inward plunge. Kersey
could do nothing but lay there and take the hard fucking, his vagina
finally receiving the action it was built for.

	Hammer fucked into Kersey nonstop, unable to control his hips as he
buried his dick again and again. His second climax came quickly also. He
continued to fuck Kersey straight through his second orgasm, shooting cum
deep inside him as he continued to fuck away.
	Kersey wasn't aware how many times Hammer came in him, all he knew
was for 30 rock solid minutes the inmate stayed buried inside him, fucking
him continuously until Sgt finally opened the door and announced "Time!"
When Hammer didn't pull out (picking up the pace to try to get his last
orgasm) Slaughter came over and grabbed him by the back of his t-shirt and
physically pulled him off of Kersey. Hammer's big thick white 9 inch sword
popped out of Kersey's worn hole, spurting his last (his 4th) load all over
Kersey's body.

"I told you I would drag you out rather you were finished or not!" warned
Slaughter as he picked up his flashlight and Hammer's boxers and dragged
him out of Kersey's cell with his swaying cock still spurting cum.

"Tomorrow bitch! Tomorrow! I'll be back tomorrow...!!" he warned as
Slaughter slammed the door shut.

Pt-3

B-BLOCK

	30 year old inmate Mason Miller wakes up with a hardon every
morning. Every morning like clockwork his cellmate (Davis Wood) gets out of
bed and crawls over to Mason's bed on his hands and knees before the
morning buzzer and gently sucks his thick stiff standing dick to orgasm.
	Mason lay back on his bunk as Davis slides his toothless mouth up
and down his thick pole, deep throating the big 9 inch uncut black sausage
over and over until Mason decides to reward him with his nut. Mason had
previously knocked out all of Davis' teeth to make him a better dick
sucker, then forced him to perform oral sex on inmates who paid for his
exceptional services (as told back in chap-51, pt-1).

	As the day progressed, Davis was allowed to take a break from his
daily lip service of inmates to go to the Visitor's Center to see his wife
Carmella. She sat at the visitor's table waiting for her husband when
prison guards finally escorted him in. She watched with keen vision as he
smiled and walked over to her, giving her a strong hug before they sat down
for a lovely visit.

"How are you, honey...?" she asked concerned, glad to see there were no
bruises on his face or bad limps in his walk like last time (chap-39,
pt-4). After the last visit, she contacted their lawyer, trying to get him
to make the judge drop his jail time or at least transfer him to a
different prison for someone killed him!

"I'm fine, baby..., how's the kids?" he asked, mumbling his words as he
tried to hide his mouth behind his hand.

"They're okay..., Darnell came up with me this time. What's wrong with your
mouth?" she asked, observantly.

"Nothing...!" insisted Davis, trying to talk normal.

"Don't lie to me, Davis..., show me your teeth! Did someone knock out your
front teeth?" asked Carmella, recalling the fights her husband told her of.

"Yeah..., but it's nothing...!" said Davis, trying not to make his wife
worry. "Once I get out, I can get some partial dentures and no one'll be
the wiser!"

"Partial...??" he wife asked, staring into his mouth as he talked. "...it
looks like they knocked out every single tooth you had in your head! What's
going on here, Davis...? Who's doing these things to you?!"

"It's nothing, Carmella...! Please...! Don't make any waves!" pleaded
Davis.

"Make waves...?" asked his wife. "Are you saying someone did this to you
deliberately? That someone forcibly removed all of your teeth? Why would
they do that? What would they gain from pulling out all of you..."
	Davis' heart sank when he saw the answer suddenly appear on his
wife's face. He could sense the inevitable end of their marriage as her
eyes swelled with tears. She covered her mouth to keep from screaming out
loud as the realization that her husband was someone's dick sucker hit her
like a slap in the face.

	She quickly gathered up her things as Davis tried to get her to
understand. "It's not something that I wanted..., it was forced on me!
There's only so much fighting a man can do before he wears down!"

"I don't wanna hear it...!" yelled Carmella, running from the table as
Davis ran behind her. She ran straight to a security guard as she flashed
him her visitor's pass and was allowed to go. Davis had to stop in his
tracks, unable to follow her as she ran from sight.

Pt-4

	In another part of the prison, 30 yr old Muslim leader Jamal Fatah
worried in his cell over his cellmate Abdul Shabot. Doctors had taken Abdul
to one of the local hospitals after an attack by one of the inmates (last
chap). Jamal hadn't heard a word since as he prayed to Ali that his friend
(and lover) be safe.

	The body of 32 yr old Raymond Sherman (Amahd) was taken down to the
prison's morgue where it would be transferred to his family's local funeral
home for burying. None of the men questioned in his death faced any
additional charges as eyewitnesses of the attack verified that it was
Raymond who attacked first.

	While word of Raymond's demise spread throughout the prison, 30 yr
old Mason Miller decided now would be a good time to rid himself some bad
karma by blaming Raymond for Muhammad's death.
	Like a bad rash word of Raymond's involvement in Muhammad's
untimely passing spread like wildfire. At first no one believed it, but
once the story of how he tried to kill Abdul got out, it all seemed to make
sense somehow.

Pt-5

ADMINISTION BUILDING

	47 year old Sally Mansfield listened from her desk as the new
Warden (Reuben Wallace) spoke with one of the inmates (Christopher Ford
--aka- Genuwine) through the open door of his office. Sally listened as the
Warden shook Genuwine's hand, sealing a deal for a competitive boxing ring
the two men conjured up. Wallace ordered Sally to give Genuwine clearance
to his office before saying goodbye to the 27 year old inmate. Genuwine
stopped off at Sally's desk as she began typing the command in her
computer. Genuwine (a notorious flirt) couldn't help toying with the older
white woman as she worked, telling her how nice she looked and causing her
to blush.

"Are you married?" he asked, trying to check out the rings on her
hands. "No? I'm surprised!" he said, being charming. "Sexy thing like you
ain't got no man?"

"I have a boyfriend..." she said, smiling up at the handsome Blackman. "He
works in Accounting...!"

"And he ain't married you yet? Wussup with that?" asked Genuwine, sitting
on the edge of Sally's desk. "He ain't rockin' it in the bedroom...?" he
dared to ask, causing Sally to blush bright red.

"He's okay...?" she answered, embarrassingly.

"Just okay...?" asked Genuwine, prying deeper. "When was the last time he
made that thang sing?"

"Huh?" asked Sally, --lost.

"When was the last time he..." Genuwine gestured with his eyebrows,
flicking his tongue as if imitating oral sex.
	Sally blushed even redder as she started to feel flush,
unconsciously unbuttoning the top of her blouse before fanning herself with
a legal folder. Genuwine knew he was getting to her as her nipples started
to harden, showing through the silk librarian style blouse and bra she
wore. "Don't tell me he not making that thang go POP!" continued Genuwine,
sensing a breakthrough. "You looking for applicants? I know a few guys that
wouldn't mind making that little kitty purr!"
	Ms Mansfield found herself starting to grow excited as she listened
to the slick youngster sweet talk her. She had to admit that it had been
quite awhile since anyone had rocked her world. While her boyfriend
(Claude) was a great companion and supporter, he did fall short in the
bedroom, often leaving Sally bored. There was no doubt in her mind that any
one of the sex starved convicts at the prison could send her little pink
kitty into orbit. Just when she was starting to take Genuwine's flirtations
seriously, he surprised her by announcing..., "My MAN Lex Bowmen is a world
class middle weight champion! Warden Wallace and me'r trying to start up a
new boxing ring here at the prison! Lex said he'd box for me if I found him
some, uh..." Genuwine stopped just short of saying the word `pussy',
knowing Sally might be offended by being reduced to her
genitalia. "...some, uh..., umm..., you know...!"
	Sally's pale face grew stern when she realized Genuwine was trying
to pimp her out for a boxing contract with Lex Bowmen.

"You've got your clearance, mr Ford!" she said, pounding her boney fingers
into the key board. "Have a good day!"

"Hold up...!" insisted Genuwine, not giving up easy. "You not
interested...? You won't even think about it?"

"Good DAY!" she repeated firmly, ignoring his offer.
	But just as Genuwine got up to leave, in burst Philadelphia police
Captain David L. McConnell with a team of annalists, code finders, and
computer geeks from the Criminal Justice System.

"I need to see the Warden!" he said, walking briskly by the secretary's
desk as she jumped up to protest.
	McConnell and his men raided the offices of former prison Warden
Dennis Ellis, while the new Warden Reuben Wallace was on a phone having
long distance conference call.

"Sorry to barge in on you like this Warden..., but it's a matter of
complete urgency!" apologized McConnell as he held the door open for his
crew to start searching.

"What is the meaning of this...??!" asked Wallace, completely stunned by
the amount of people charging into his private office. "Mrs
Mansfield...??!!" he called to his secretary who stood outside in the
waiting room looking in (along with Genuwine).

"I sent the lady on break!" stated McConnell, as his men started to remove
items from Wallace's office.

"Now see here..., who the hell are you people and why the hell are you
removing things from my office!!??" asked Wallace, livid.

"I'm police Captain McConnell from the 23rd District...!" announced the
Captain. "I have a reason to believe on very good authority that there are
items hidden in this room that the District Attorney and I believe will
prove that a serious crime has been committed! If you just bare with us we
will be done shortly...!"

"There's no hidden items in this office!" argued Wallace, watching as men
removed his items and furniture from the far wall of his office. "I've been
in this office for the past Month..., and I can assure you I have committed
NO crimes!"

"This doesn't concern you, Warden Wallace...!" said McConnell, as his men
started drilling holes in the far wall. "This is about the Warden that was
here before you..., we have reason to believe he has a hidden room just
behind that wall!"

"A hidden room...??" asked Wallace, skeptically. "I've never heard of such
a thing! That's absolute rubbish! Who told you this fairytale?"

"We have it on very good regard by an eye Witness!" said McConnell, leaving
it at that.

"Well, as I've said, I've been here for the past month or so and I haven't
come across no hidden room! I'm calling the Mayor's office...!" he said,
picking up the phone.

"We're through...!!" yelled one of the drillers as everyone settled down
and waited to see the results.
	Using a high powered saw, they cut the area around the drilled
holes, creating a doorway. When finished, they gently pulled the plaster
wall and paper away, revealing indeed a hidden room behind it.

"I'll...be...damned...!" mumbled Wallace as McConnell's technical crew went
inside.

"Bag and tag it all! I want everything in this room confiscated and
labeled!" ordered McConnell.

"Sir..., we have a lap-top...!" announced one of the men. McConnell climbed
inside to retrieve it himself, knowing the information on it could help him
find his missing officers.

"I need our Hackers to get into these files pronto! We need to know where
Ellis sent our men! Get this computer to the labs..., NOW!"
	People scurried as the process of cracking Ellis' computer codes
begun. McConnell prayed silently that it wasn't too late to find officer
Maleece Cortez, and former officer Malik Jones.

	As McConnell resided over the retrieval of Ellis' property, an
officer from his division came up to him. "Sir..." he said politely. "...we
may have found the suspects from the Motel shooting!" McConnell's mood went
from good to better as the officer explained how "a search of recent
gunshot victims to all the area hospitals and medical clinics resulted in
the discovery of a Reginald Reinhold, who while using his insurance
reported being shot as an innocent bystander in a street gang
battle. Further investigation linked him as a prison guard here at Piedmont
Penitentiary, working under Dennis Ellis! Officers are in-route to arrest
him now!"

"Good..." said McConnell, happy that everything was finally falling into
place. "If we keep things going like it is, we may have our men back within
24 hours!"

Pt-6

CITY HALL

	27 year old Marvin Rollins stood outside the District Attorney's
office at City Hall, waiting for Tempest Williams' black Lexus to pick him
up. The Lexus pulled in front of one the Hall's main entrances near Market
Street. The back door opened as Marvin quickly got in, expecting to see
Tempest himself.

"I assume everything went according to plan...?" asked Brian Dunn, the 29
year old personal assistant to Tempest Williams.

"Yeah..." answered Marvin as Dunn signaled to the driver to get moving. "I
told the District Attorney and Captain McConnell everything I knew about
Warden Ellis' inside operations! It's only a matter of time for them to
build the case around him and convict his fat ass!"

"Good." said Dunn, satisfied. "Tempest wants you back at the house, pronto!
He feels more comfortable having you close by until after the trial, then
you're free to go whenever you want!"

"Kew." responded Marvin, sitting back comfortably as the Lexus drove them
back to Tempest's basement hideaway.
	As the car pulled up in front of the dilapidated house, the driver
got out and opened the door for them. "Ain't you coming in too...?" asked
Marvin, standing on the curb as the driver closed the door, shutting Dunn
in.

"No. Tempest wants to talk to you privately! The entire house has been
emptied so you two could talk. I'll be back later, when I'm summoned!"
answered Dunn, just as the Lexus pulled off down the street.
	Marvin turned to the big 3story eyesore and began climbing the
steps to the front door. Cameras zoomed in on him as he walked through the
front and found his way down into the basement.

"Tempest...?" he called, as he entered the spacious, neatly decorated
bachelor's pad.
	Out of nowhere Tempest suddenly appeared, catching Marvin off
guard.

"I didn't expect for McConnell to hold you over night!" said Tempest,
holding two beers in his hands as he walked over to Marvin and handed him
one.

"I had to tape a lot of my testimony just incase..." said Marvin, accepting
the brew.

"Incase what?" asked Tempest, curiously.

"Incase I don't make it to testify!" answered Marvin, taking a big swig of
beer.

"So long as you stay with me under my roof..., you won't have to worry
about that!" said Tempest, walking over towards the sofa.
	Marvin followed as Tempest picked up a remote control and turned on
some music video station. A rapper's video (Traitorous) was playing, with a
squad of half naked female dancers gyrating in back of him poolside, all
wearing string bikinis. Marvin's eyes nearly burst from his head as he
watched their big tits and asses bouncing for the cameras.

"Have a seat...!" offered Tempest, both men sitting down as Marvin tried to
give the drug lord his full attention. "You like that kinda shit, eh?"
asked Tempest, seeing Marvin having a hard time keeping his eyes off the
screen.

"Well, uh..., I've been in prison for the past year...! I'm dying to get my
dick in some ass!" answered Marvin, respectfully.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about!" said Tempest, cutting down the
sound on the big screen. "You know who I am, right?" asked Tempest, turning
towards Marvin as he lit himself a Black N Mild. "You know my
reputation...?"

"Yeah..., yur Tempest Williams!" said Marvin correctly.

"What do you know about Tempest Williams? Tell me!" he asked curiously,
sitting back with his smoke.

"uh..." started Marvin, not wanting to say anything to offend him. "...I
know you're ruthless, smart, powerful, dangerous, generous..."

"Generous...?" asked Tempest, not expecting to hear that quality.

"Well..., you took me in, gave me a kew place to stay while waiting for
Ellis' trial..., I think that's generous!" answered Marvin, getting a smirk
from Tempest.

"What else...?" asked Tempest, amused.

"You gave me some good ass to fuck!" answered Marvin, gratefully.

"You like that, eh?" asked Tempest, looking Marvin's muscles over. "I can
tell my girl Shinobi liked you..., she's been asking if you were coming
back and if so, how long will you stay!"

"I, uh..., I'm not trying to steal you girl, Tempest...!" defended Marvin,
apologetically.

"Oh, I'm not worried about that!" said Tempest with a chuckle. "She's just
a whore..., I have plenty of those to go around!" he added, getting a
nervous nod of agreement from Marvin. "So you know who I am, and you know
what I like..." said Tempest, putting out his cigar. "You know I have a
group of Stable Girls working the Strip for me (the Strip being Snyder's
Drive; Transvestite's Hooker's Row), sucking my dick on command, giving me
ass whenever I want it..."

"Yeah, Temp'..., you that MAN...!" said Marvin, wondering where this was
going?

"But sometimes that ain't enough for me, you know?" said Tempest, changing
the whole tone of the conversation. "Sometimes I need something a little
different in bed, something my girls can't prescribe..." he said, his voice
trailing off for a second nostalgically, "...well, ONE girl could..., but
she gone now." he added, referring to Peaches.
	Marvin looked confused as he waited for Tempest to get back on
track. He knew Tempest had a reputation for turning niggas into girls,
stringing them out on Sextasy and forcing them to sell their asses on the
streets like common whores. Marvin hoped beyond hope that THAT wasn't what
Tempest had in mind for him. Marvin scanned the area, realizing that they
were alone. He was sure he could physically beat Tempest in a fair fist
fight, but wasn't sure what type of weapons the escaped convict may have
had in reach or hidden on her person? Marvin also theorized that Tempest
was crazy, giving the drug lord the definite edge of unpredictability,
making him extremely dangerous in a fight.

"It ain't easy being the tough sonovabitch everybody know me to be!"
continued Tempest, regaining some of his original thoughts. "Everybody
knows me as the man who sells drugs, who uses children as his smugglers,
who'd kill a nigga inna second for stealing his shit, as the man who
survived being shot, knifed, raped, and molested as a kid in reform school!
As the muthafuka who escaped from prison, who broke out of his mother's
dying womb on the operating table! But sometimes a nigga needs to set the
weight of the world down off his shoulders and let someone drive! Sometimes
he needs to let someone else be on top..., --if you know what I mean?"

"I'm..., I'm not sure I do..." said Marvin, uncertain.
	Tempest got up from the couch and walked over to his monitor room,
pressing a button on his computer console to bring up the image of Marvin
and officer Jake fucking up a storm in one of Tempest's private bedrooms
(chap-63).

"I've been watching you..." said Tempest, making Marvin's skin chill. "You
look like you know how to handle yourself inna bedroom!" he added, giving
the convict an unexpected compliment. "I'm offering you a VERY rare deal,
hommie..., one that not a lot of nigga's get offered!"

"Okay..." said Marvin, waiting for the punch line.

"I'm offering you the rare opportunity..., --to FUCK TEMPEST WILLIAMS!"

to be continued...

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