Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2011 22:08:50 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG Subject: roswell heights-36 [Roswell Heights is a (fictional) high rise housing development in South Philly, more commonly known as "the projects" or The Heights. It's three 15 story buildings (originally built back in the 50's), all within a few hundred yards of each other. After years of mismanagement and neglect, it's become a drug heaven for dealers and criminals.] _______________________________________________________________________ ROSWELL HEIGHTS-36 The SETUP Pt-1 SOUTH PHILLY 16 year old Jerome junior lay in bed in his room, contemplating recent events in his head. A lot has happened in the last few days. First he and his sister came home from school to find their parents naked in bed, getting royally fucked by their pastor (reverend Malcolm H. Holmes). On top of that Junior discovered that his 14 year old sister was sexually active with one of his adversaries, a former friend named Cole Richman. And as if that wasn't enough, Junior decided to join the neighborhood drug gang by getting gangbanged to prove his loyalty and worth. Junior couldn't believe he had to suck the dicks of 5 gang members (AND let them fuck him) in order to join their gang. His asshole still smarted from the ordeal, throbbing sorely whenever he least expected. It took HOURS before he was able to sit down without flinching in pain, and two full days before he was finally able to have a bowel movement! Junior wondered how men like his father (Jerome senior) where able to get fucked often? There simply was no way he was going to put himself through that kind of ordeal again, even if his life depended on it. "Junior..." called Jerome Sr, peeking his head in through his son's door as he lay comfortably on his bed. "...your mother and I are going down to the church..., we're leaving YOU in charge until we get back." "Whatever." said Junior, uncaring. Jerome wanted to go in and soothe things over with his son (suck his dick or something), but knew he really didn't have the time. He didn't like seeing Junior angry (knowing he and his sister had seen him and their mother getting fucked by the reverend {chap-32, pt-5} ), which was how he'd been acting lately. Junior lay staring up at the ceiling (looking at nothing in particular), when he noticed his father still peeking in at him... "Was there something else...?" he asked, wondering what was up? Jerome looked back out into the family room nervously, then crept quietly into the room... "Are you okay, Jerome...?" he asked, knowing his son wasn't. "I'm cool, dad." said Junior, lifting up on his elbows. Jerome senior looked a bit uneasy... "You seem angry at me..." he said, testing the waters. "...if there's ANYTHING I can do to make up for what you and your sister saw..., I would...!" he offered, hoping to Junior would let bygones be bygones and allow him the chance to suck his dick again. "I wasn't gonna say anything..."said Junior, "...but since YOU brought it up..., what the HELL was that all about...??!" he asked, stunning his father. "I know you've been Kane's project hoe for awhile..., but REVEREND HOLMES...?? Since when did HE start fucking you AND mom...??!" "It's..., --complicated, Junior..." said Jerome, not sure what to say or do. "Really...?" asked Junior, looking dumbfounded. "It didn't LOOK complicated..., it looked like the good reverend had his dick shoved all the way up your ass...!" "Don't TALK like that, Junior..." said Jerome, trying to retain some authority. "...what you saw wasn't meant for you to see...! Things...and time...just got out of hand...!" "I'LL SAY!" said Jerome lying back down, finished with his father's conversation. Jerome walked up to the side of his son's bed... "If I could do something to make things better, I would...!" he said, looking down at his son's crotch. Junior noticed his father's eyes staring at his groin (undressing his crotch with his eyes), and got strangely annoyed for some reason... "Yo..., stop looking at my crotch...!" he yelled, throwing a pillow over his midsection. "I'm...I'm...sorry son..." said Jerome, realizing it was too soon. "Don't you have a date to suck the reverend off, or something...?!" snipped Junior, as his father left his room shamefully. Junior lay with his hands tucked behind his head, listening as the front door to the apartment close as his parents went off to do god knows WHAT with their pastor. After a few minutes he got up from lying on the bed, then casually made his way out into the kitchen to raid the refrigerator. Pulling out a bottle of Sunny-D, he was about to pour himself some orange juice when he heard the unmistakable sound of crying coming from his sister's room. Junior crept over to his sister's bedroom door and knocked... "Who is it...?" she asked politely, sniffling. "It's ME!" he said, testing the doorknob. "Can I come in...?" Rose looked over her shoulder... "You're already IN...!" she snipped, grabbing a tissue from her sitting table. "I heard you crying..." said Junior, stepping into her purple and pink girly room. "Is there a LAW against it...?" she snapped. "No..." said Junior, understanding his sister's anger. "...but I know WHY you're crying..." he continued, "...and although I know what we walked IN on the other day with mom and dad was bad..., it doesn't HAVE to reflect on US as their children! Dad's a FREAK..., but that don't mean WE have to be too!" "I'm not crying because of what we saw the other day...!" sighed Rose, holding back the tears long enough to talk. "Then WHAT are you crying for...?" asked Junior, curiously. Rose hesitated telling, having refused to say it out loud. She grabbed her stuffed Kermit The Frog off her table, then hugged it warmly, as if it were her only friend in the world... "I'm pregnant...!" she admitted, shocking her brother. "I'm pregnant..., and COLE'S the father!" she managed to say before bursting into tears. "Does Cole know...?" asked Junior, to stunned to ask anything else. "He KNOWS..." said Rose, between fits. "...but he refuses to acknowledge it! He said the baby could be anybody's..., as if I'm some sort of HOE or something! When I told him he was the ONLY guy I'd ever been with..., he called me a liar and said he never wanted to see me again!" "Oh he did, did he...?" asked Junior, getting mad instantly. "He told me he LOVED me...!" continued Rose, feeling played. "He said if I PUT OUT for him he'd be my boyfriend...! He was nothing but a liar!" Junior was seeing RED. After what Cole had done to him (chaps-34 & 35) and his sister..., he knew it was high time he learned what being an ASSHOLE got him...! "Don't worry..." said Junior, comforting his sister. "...I'll have a talk with him...!" Rose looked up... "You're not going to fight him, are you...?" she asked, concerned. "No..." lied Junior. "...I just want to hear HIS side of the story...! Don't worry..., I'll be tactful..." Pt-2 MANAYANK 52 year old David L. McConnell sat at his laptop, brushing up on political facts and figures, doing his homework for the upcoming mayoral campaign. Brian Dunn (McConnell's reluctant assistant) had given him a package of material to beef up on. Any mayoral candidate was expected to know what state of affairs his city was in, with ideas to counter its budgets, taxes, unemployment, laws and government. McConnell had been at it for hours, throwing himself into his work, picking up whatever knowledge his mind could absorb while eating nothing bit a bologna sandwich for dinner. He was well into his studies when he heard a knock at the door. Taking off his glasses, he got up from his computer desk and crossed the room to the front door..., wondering who his unexpected guest was...? "Malik...!" he called as soon as he opened the door. "Hi..., said detective Malik Jones, a former employee of McConnell's, "...you alone...?" "uh...yeah..." said McConnell, thoughtfully. "...come in...!" "I have dinner...!" said Malik, holding up Chinese. "Have you eaten yet...?" "Not really..., just a bologna sandwich...!" said McConnell. "A what...?" laughed Malik. "...a blow-me sandwich...?" "Is that an offer...?" asked McConnell jokingly, causing Malik to blush. "I hear you may be running for mayor...?" asked Malik, taking the bags into the kitchen. "I'm seriously considering it." admitted McConnell, watching Malik place the bags on the counter. "And I heard about Ramone..." said Malik, sorrowfully. "...you made him move out...?" "He took it the wrong way..." said McConnell, leaning in the doorframe with his arms crossed as he watched Malik at home in his kitchen, going into the cabinets for china plates. "How do you take `kick rocks', the wrong way...?" laughed Malik. "There's only ONE WAY to take that...!" "That's NOT what happened...!" laughed McConnell. "It's not like I didn't want to continue seeing him..., --I just couldn't give the media anymore ammunition against me than they may already have...!" "You mean exploiting your relationship...?" asked Malik, sympathetic. "No..., exploiting my GAY relationship!" corrected McConnell. "It had nothing to do with him personally..., I really liked Ramone..., I would have continued to see him indefinitely if he wanted...!" "`Really liked', --hmmm..." repeated Malik, gritting his teeth as if McConnell had just made a terrible mistake. "...that doesn't sound too promising. I thought Ramone was the ONE...?" "The ONE...?" asked McConnell. "Yeah..." said Malik, opening up the Chinese containers. "...you know..., THE ONE, the `I only have eyes for you' type..., the LOVE of your life!" "Oh..." smirked McConnell. "...it's been a few YEARS since I had one of those...!" admitted McConnell, making Malik blush as he began spooning two equal servings of food onto two separate plates... "How IS Ramone, anyway...?" asked McConnell. "Oh, you know..." said Malik, licking the sauce from his fingers, "...throwing himself into his work..., dating as many women as he can to make up for lost time...!" "Women, eh...?" asked McConnell. "Figures!" "You know how men are..." said Malik, grabbing silverware from the drawer, "...how WE are..., when something bothers us we tend to obsess on other things..., particularly women and sex...!" "Speaking of women and sex..., I hear congratulations are in order...? You've become a proud daddy...?" asked McConnell, smiling at the thought of Malik becoming someone's father. "Yeah..." smiled Malik, handing McConnell his plate before heading into the dining room. "...Fontella had a little girl, five pounds three ounces. Her name's Lillian..., Lilly for short!" "Does this mean you've given up on men...?" asked McConnell, curiously. "uh..." stalled Malik, knowing nothing could ever make him totally straight again. "...I DOUBT it...!" he said, taking a seat at the dinner table. "But I will confess..., I'm here for more than just a simple social visit...!" "Oh...?" asked McConnell, wondering what the REAL reason behind the visit was for? "Marvin's been arrested again...!" informed Malik, missing the not so shocked look on McConnell's face. "What for THIS time...?" asked the former police captain. "Drugs again...?" "He was arrested for driving his brother's car with the rear taillight out..." explained Malik. "...but when police searched the car, they found drugs in his possession...!" "Was he intending on using, or selling...?" asked McConnell. "Marvin doesn't use..." explained Malik. "...so most likely he was intending to sell...! It was that new experimental drug FUC that's been going around! It's a mixture of Croc and Sextasy...! It's supposed to put the user in a total state of mindless sexual bliss..." "It makes them horny...?" asked McConnell, flabbergasted. "As if we don't have enough date rape drugs in the world...! And worse yet, since it's a combination of narcotics, that means it's also highly unstable and a danger to anyone who uses it, --especially kids!!" "Yes." answered Malik, playing in his food. "So..." said McConnell, taking his first spoonful of Chinese food. "...what do you want from ME...?" "I was hoping..., --considering how Marvin has helped the Precinct in the past to identify Tony Vincelli and stop a rush of drugs he was looking to peddle into the area..., --that you'd help me get the charges against him dropped...?" asked Malik. "PLEASE...??" he begged, trying to keep on McConnell's good side. McConnell tried not to show any facial expressions when he heard Malik's TRUE reason for visiting..., but his awkward silence sent daggers through the air as Malik sensed something shady about McConnell's reaction... "I...THOUGHT you liked Marvin...!" he said, seeing some reluctance in his friend. "I don't DIS-like Marvin..." said McConnell, having no real feelings for him at all. "...I just don't understand WHY you keep associating with him...? He's a KNOWN criminal!" "A criminal who did his time...!" defended Malik. "People like Marvin Rollins don't change their spots, Malik...!" stated McConnell. "When you met him he was a drug dealer, among OTHER things...! And now, TWO YEARS LATER..., he's still a drug dealer...!" "If he was selling drugs..., he wasn't doing it for long!" argued Malik. "I've been on his ass ever since he got out of jail...! He's been so busy working at the restaurant, coming home, and making his parole meetings that he hasn't had a chance to sell drugs...!" "Yet and still he got caught carrying...!" said McConnell, sarcastically. "Marvin's NOT a bad man!" stated Malik. "He HELPED us with the Roswell bust when he didn't really have to! Why won't you help HIM...?" "Because..." said McConnell, cutting himself off before saying something embarrassing. "Because WHAT...??" asked Malik. "Because ain't an answer...! Answer my question...! WHY won't you help him...?!" "Because..." repeated McConnell. "...he STOLE something very precious from me...! Something I've NEVER been able to get back!" Malik looked surprised by McConnell's ferocious passion. He was obviously still pissed that Marvin came between them, stealing him away. "He's a DANGER to you, Malik..., to your career..., to YOU physically..., to your LIFE! I can't help but believe you'd be better off with someone else...!" "You mean someone like you...?" asked Malik. "Don't you think I've wondered what my life would have been like had we not broke up...?!" challenged Malik, surprising McConnell. "Marvin's put me through a lot pain and grief...! I wonder everyday where would I be had I never met him...?!!" "Then WHY for the love of god do you STAY with him...??" asked McConnell, frustrated. "WHY haven't you broke it off with him LONG ago...??! It CAN'T be just for the sex...! Sex can't compensate for all the shit Marvin's put you through...! And don't forget, you have a CHILD now...! Don't you think that child ought to have some positive role-models in her life...??" Malik looked down into his plate, unable to look McConnell in the eye. McConnell always had a father-figure authority over him, the kind of authority that made Malik do what he said. "I don' know why I continue to stay with him..." said Malik, almost at a loss for words. "...I guess I..., I NEEDED him to help me grow..., to be the man I am today...!" "And what kind of man is that...?" asked McConnell. "The kind who would quits his job again..., to follow Rollins back into prison...?!" "Not THIS time..." said Malik, making a stand. "...I warned him that IF he ever got convicted again..., that our relationship was over! I just can't keep aligning myself with someone who keeps making the same mistakes...! I have a baby now...!" McConnell clapped... "I'm proud of you, Malik..." he said, reaching out to stroke the younger man's shoulder. "...this is the first GROWNUP decision's you've made in a long time...! Do you REALLY believe you could live without Marvin Rollins in your life...?" "I don't know..." said Malik, thoughtfully. "...but with the charges he's facing..., not to mention this being his THIRD STRIKE..., I think I might just find out!" Pt-3 THE CHURCH OF FAMILIES OF CHRISTIANITY 40 year old Jerome Taylor (and his wife, 39 year old Roseland) pulled up at their family's church during early evening hours. Jerome pulled the car into a nearby parking space (surrounded by a half dozen other cars parked in the same area), causing some alarm in his wife... "What are all these cars doing here...?" she asked, surprised. "Isn't this supposed to be a private counseling session...?" "Yeah..." said Jerome, unsure about the number of parked cars in the lot as well. "...maybe the reverend had a lot of counseling sessions scheduled today...? We should go in and let him know we're here...!" Jerome and Roseland got out of the car, then made their way up to the church's side door and walked in. Reverend Holmes' office wasn't too far from the front, as they quietly made their way into his waiting room. "ah..., Jerome and Roseland..." greeted reverend Holmes, inviting them into his office. "...right on time! How are you today...?" "We're good reverend..." said Jerome, shaking the big man's hand. "...Roseland was just wondering why there were so many cars parked in the lot...?" "Oh..." said Holmes, taking note of Roseland's paranoia. "...we may be performing a wedding here in a few weeks..., and the couple's families wanted to come by to size up the church...!" explained the holy man, easing Roseland's fears that people were purvey to her and her husband's marital troubles. "I assued you Roseland..., none of the congregation members know you're here...!" "Thank you, reverend..." relaxed Roseland, feeling better. "Here..." said Holmes, pulling a bottled water from his desk. "...this will help...!" Roseland took the water, opened the cap, then turned it up to her lips. Reverend Holmes smiled as he and Jerome locked eyes. "Once your wife has relaxed..., we can start with our session...!" "Thank you, reverend..." said Roseland, taking a couple of sips. "...I feel better now...!" "Nonsense..." said Holmes. "...drink some MORE..., I want at least half that bottle consumed before we start!" Jerome said nothing as Roseland drink more water, doing as her pastor told. Reverend Holmes could feel his dick already starting to fill his pants at the memory of Roseland Taylor buck naked with her legs wrapped about his waist. He watched her in her conservative outfit, her plump suckable breasts hidden behind a buttoned blouse and a good bra. Jerome could see the lust in his reverend's eyes as he eyeballed his wife, undressing her with his mind. Jerome too felt his dick beginning to harden at the thought of another man desiring his woman. Roseland tilted her head backwards as he slowly finished off the bottle, drinks its contents in its entirety. "Good girl, Roseland..." cheered Holmes, disposing of the empty bottle for her. "...now just wait here for a few moments while I make sure the wedding party has left...!" "How do you feel...?" asked Jerome, as Roseland began fanning herself. "I'm a bit flushed..." said the married woman, unbuttoning the top button of her blouse. Jerome knew the bottle was tainted, that whatever reverend Holmes used to bed Roseland the first time, was being repeated. He watched with every passing minute as his wife became less and less formal, and more and more loose. By the time reverend Holmes walked back in with his `wedding party' (6 male friends who had paid contributions to the reverend campaign), Roseland was all over her husband, bobbing her head in his lap as she sucked his 7" hard dick. "Gentlemen..." announced Holmes upon entry. "...just as I promised..., a husband and wife for your entertainment...!" Jerome watched with excitement as the men gathered into the office, the bulges in the crotches promising a night of fulfillment for he and his wife... Pt-4 ROSWELL HEIGHTS The Roof 16 year old Jerome junior sat on the roof of his apartment complex with his best friend (16 yr/old Todd Meriwether), as he explained his sister's current predicament to sympathetic ears... "That lousy motherfucker..." yelled Todd, upon hearing how Cole treated Rose. "...he ought'a have his fucking dick ripped off and shoved down his fucking throat!" he exclaimed, graphically. "I sure HOPE you're planning on doing SOMETHING BAD to him...??" asked Todd, visibly angry. "Cause if you don't..., I WILL!" "Oh..., I ain't letting him treat my sister like some street hoe and get away with it...!" stated Junior. "You down with helping me get some revenge on that punk...?!" "You're kidding me, right...?" asked Todd. "Rose's like a little sister to me...! Anything you need me to do, I'll DO it!" "Good..." said Junior, as they heard the door to the roof suddenly opened. "...cause I told Cole to meet me up here..., so if you have anything against forcibly butt fucking a nigga up the ass..., then I suggest you leave before I get started...!" Todd smiled... "I ain't going Nowhere..." he said, as Cole stepped out into the open... "What's UP, bitches...?!" he asked, completely unaware of things to come... PT-5 MANAYANK McConnell and Malik was just finishing up their dinner, and was in the midst of cleaning the dishes when they heard a package being shoved through the mail slot. McConnell got up curiously, then walked over to retrieve a small plain envelope off the floor... "What's that...?" asked Malik, noting McConnell's odd look as he opened the front door to see who was giving him mail at such a late hour? But upon looking outside, he saw no one in the immediate vicinity. "Looks like a cd..., or a dvd..." he said, examining the envelope. "Who from...?" asked Malik. "I don't know..." answered McConnell, closing the door. "...it only says `watch this' on it...!" "No return address or a note...?" asked Malik. "No..." said McConnell, walking to his computer. Popping the dvd into the drive, he stood back and waited for the video to pop up. Malik got up and walked over beside him, curious to see what the strange unmarked envelope beheld? McConnell was surprised to see the shaky end of a handheld camera running down a flight of stairs, then was even more surprised when the front door opened and there stood his son Elliott. "What's this...?" asked Malik, looking down at the screen. McConnell said nothing as he listened to the commentary as the two men (his son and the unknown cameraman) walked back upstairs to a cheap crappy apartment. He watched intently as Elliott talked briefly to the other two males in the room, before falling to his knees to suck the camera man's dick. "Oh god...! Is that Elliott...??" asked Malik, stunned. "Yes!" said McConnell, skipping ahead to see Elliott getting fucked by the first guy. "Where'd this come from...??" asked Malik. "WHO would put this in your door...?!?" "Someone who obviously wanted me to see it!" said McConnell, skipping ahead to the second fuck. Malik couldn't believe his eyes... "Do you think Elliott knew he was being taped...?" "Definitely!" said McConnell, skipping to the end where the cameraman came all over Elliott's upturned face and extended tongue. After the coming, the screen faded to black and the words formed `mayor candidate and former police captain's (David McConnell's) son, Elliott McConnell..., is THIS the man you want to run the city YOU live in...?' "Oh my god..." said Malik, "...they're advertising this on television...?? WHO would do such a thing...??!" "Obviously someone doesn't want me to run for mayor!" said McConnell, stopping the disc. "Given the circumstances..., NO ONE would blame you for bailing out of the race...!" supported Malik, knowing McConnell would never want to hurt his son. "I'm NOT pulling out...!" said McConnell, shocking Malik. "Obviously THEY expect me to..., THEY know as mayor I'd clean up this city and turn it into something it's supposed to be! Someone's scared of me winning this race..., and I'm NOT about to be intimidated and frightened into quitting!" "But..., what about Elliott...?" asked Malik, as McConnell placed the dvd back into its envelope for safe keeping... ______________________________ Written by: Eugene Marvin [aka] Nphillydogg@aol.com Hit me up at the address above with questions, comments, and suggestions. Or join me on Facebook.com for quicker updates on what I may be working on next.