Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2005 19:11:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bradford Dean Bigelow <blockhead_54321@yahoo.com>
Subject: Writer's Block 16

The following story is a work of fiction set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or
governmental areas,
in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes
involving male to male relationships offends you, then
you should not read this story.Additionally, if you
are under 18 years of age, in most states and
countries, you are not allowed to read this by law.
This is fiction. Don't
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety
matters'; got condom?

"Writer's Block" 16
written By Bradford Dean Bigelow


&

I did get a few inquiries into my background, as we
strolled into the condo block that morning. Jordan had
brought Killer out for his morning walk and as I bent
down to pick the little mutt up, my suit jacket flew
open.

"I didn't know you were Irish, Brad?"

"It's so small, you wouldn't notice it Jordan."

"Hey, you know Mike says he would like to have you and
Chase down to his villa again some time."

"I don't think there will be a next time, Jordan, but
thanks the same."

"Oh no, he doesn't mean with the bdsm thing, Brad.
Just a week soaking up the sun and nice relaxing
stuff."

"Okay. Well that's a little different."

"Why, are you giving up on your hobby, Brad?"

"My hobby, Jordan?"

"Yeah, that bdsm stuff?"

"Um.. I dunno. Maybe."

"Oh."

Jordan almost sounded disappointed. I figured I'd stir
him up.

"Why? Got an interest?"

Chase-baby had gone ahead, back to 8-5, as I hung
around 8-2, keeping Killer occupied.

"Not me, but Kev thought he might like to try some
bondage stuff. Do you know if Bobby is into that?"

"He is."

"Do you think you could ask him if Kev could try some
tying up stuff sometime."

"And you, Jordan?"

"I don't think it's for me, but Kev wanted me to come
along and watch. I told him I wouldn't stand there and
watch, if he wanted that torture stuff done to him
though. That's not me."

"But, you would let Kevin experience it, Jordan?"

"Hey, if you can trust Bobby, I think we can,
Bradford. You know him better. He's your friend and
you're our friend, so we figure you wouldn't steer us
wrong. Right?"

"Um, yeah. I think I get what your saying."

"Cool! Thanks Brad. I'll take Killer now. I have to
get pushing."

Leaving Killer, in his master's care, I thought about
what both Chase-baby and Jordan remarked about Bobby
being my friend. In a lot of ways I reflected back on
that and came to my terms with him. The big thing that
stuck in my mind is what Chase-baby said, regarding a
friend challenging me, because he loves me. It excited
me to all hell that Bobby thought about me in this
way!

"Brad?"

That was Bobby's voice and he was behind me. I turned.
He had just this moment walked through the glass doors
of our condo lobby.

"I just wanted to say.."

I didn't let Bobby finish. Instead I walked up to him,
through my arms around him and as he had done a few
days ago, planted my lips on him.

Not letting him finish his words, I replied, "Thank
you, Bobby. Thanks for everything."

He stood there, his arms still hugging me, looking at
me, then broke into this grin.

Then he replied, "We're going to make great business
partners!"

We climbed the stairs together. Tony and Chase-baby
hung over the balcony. Bobby and I could tell they
talked about us.

"How about a drink?" Bobby asked.

"Oh no you two don't," Chase-baby replied, guiding us
into our ramshackled condo.

"What?" Bobby protested.

"You know," Tony replied, summising, "you two will go
straight to that dungeon and Chase and I wouldn't see
you for hours!"

"They got us pegged, Bobby!" I joked.

As Chase went to close the door to our condo, we heard
somebody yell, "Help! I need help somebody!"

It was Adam Provo, from 8-4. We all rushed out.

"What's the problem, Adam?" I yelled.

"It's Jim! I don't know. I think he's having a heart
attack!" Adam, all anxious, informed us.

"Did you call 911?" I yelled.

"No, I'll do it now," Adam, too upset to think, called
back.

"I've got it," Bobby called out, whipping open his
cellphone.

"C'mon Tony," Chase-baby said, heading down the
stairs, doing a two-step. "Brad, wait outside for the
ambulance."

I ran for the glass security doors, as if an ambulance
waited there.

"There's an ambulance outside. What's up?" Jordan,
entering told me.

"Where? You saw them, Jordan?"

"Yeah. I think they're lost."

"It's Jim Worthington. Adam thinks he's having a heart
attack!"

"For real?" Jordan shouted, shoving Killer into my gut
and ran like the wind around the side of the
condominium.

Paramedics trailed him back, as the ambulance itself
wound around the parking lot, as if in a maze. Soon
the police showed up.

"Chad, bro?"

"Kareem?"

"What are you doing around here? I thought you worked
down south?"

"Got tired of the slow life. I've been meaning to look
you up, brutha."

"Guess you're here about Jim Worthington, huh?"

"That the guy with the heart attack?"

"Yeah. Nicest guy you can think of. Hope he's going to
be alright."

However, by the look of Adam's face, white as a sheet,
it didn't look good at all. In fact things looked
shattered for Adam, as they brought the gurney out,
Jim's body draped with a sheet over it, completely
covered.

"Oh fuck! The guy's dead?"

A few of us had tears in our eyes. Frank wasn't home
and Kareem turned to Chad and melted.

"I can't believe he's gone," Adam kept saying over and
over.

We all gathered around the thirty-seven year old. It
was like one big family, grieving for the loss of a
common loved one. Kareem helped part the wave of guys,
bringing Chad into view.

"Adam, I'm real sorry bro, but Chad has to ask you
some questions."

Bobby and I backed off, as did a lot of the other
guys. Tony and Chase stayed near for support.

"This rots!"

"Yeah, it does, Brad. Shows you just how lucky we are,
doesn't it?"

"Sure does. I'm also lucky to have you, Bobby."

"I feel the same, Brad."

"I know this might sound weird, Bobby, but I really
love you."

"Funny? Not at all Brad. I most likely should have
told you this ages ago, but I've loved you since I was
hired by the company."

"Ya-you loved me since then, Bobby?"

"Yeah. Call it intuition or whatever you want, but
I've wanted to hug you since way back then. More than
hugged you, actually."

"Wow, I wonder if we found each other, instead of.."

"Brad, don't even say it. I love you in a different
way that I love Tony, yet sometimes some of the
reasons are indistinguishable."

"For real Bobby?"

"Now you're sounding like Kevin or Jordan, Brad."

"I guess they're rubbing off on me. I like them a lot.
Like they're brothers to me or something."

"Yeah, that's what I feel about the guys in our condo
block. I mean, I've only just begun to get to know
Jeff Malone, in 8-7."

"Yeah, if we hadn't been moving Frank in, we probably
wouldn't have bumped into him and Paco, in the parking
lot."

"Yeah," Bobby said, sliding down, crossing his legs,
"I think Paco is going to be good with Jeff. Bring him
out of his shell."

"His shell?"

"Talks his ass off, but he's as shy as all hell!"

"Now that you mention it, Bobby, he is like that. Man,
you are such a good judge of character. How did you
get like that."

"Told you. Spent half my life watching people. Looking
at how they interact."

"And what about Paco?"

"Paco? Very intelligent man, like Jeff. Only thing is,
Jeff doesn't allow himself to broaden his horizons.
Yeah, I can see where they're a perfect match."

"What about David Morrison in 8-8?"

"David Morrison?" Bobby replied, slapping me on the
knee, "I think he and Chaz will click just fine."

"He and Chaz? We talking about the same Chaz Little?
My secretary? The occupant of 8-1? The guy who finked
on me to you?"

Bobby sat up, letting out a little giggle.

"Chaz is a good man, Brad. He was only doing what I
directed him to do."

"Oh, so now it comes out. How much did you pay him,
Bobby?"

"Pay. Nah. Neither of us are like that. You see, like
I've told you, Chaz Little was my mentor. Still is.
Sure, we've traded secrets. The man watches people
like a hawk. I know he doesn't mind me telling you
that he has spies everywhere."

"Spies? Like James Bond?"

"No, they don't go looking for inside information, but
if they should happen upon it, then it gets back to
Chaz."
Bobby laughed, then replied, "Why, you met one of his
spies yesterday."

"I did?"

"Invited him right into your office, Brad."

I thought for a moment, scanning my memory banks. I
have to say that the experience with Gary and Greg had
jumbled them up quite a bit.

"Nope, can't seem to think of whom that could be,
Bobby."

"Does 19yo, ring a bell?"

"Juan? The elevator kid?"

"Yeah. Hey, by the way, Brad, I'm proud of you!"

"Proud of me, Bobby? What for?"

"Good move, introducing Juan to Darryl Jennings.
Sometimes I feel I'm getting through to you."

I didn't know about my brain, but when Bobby put his
arm around me, hugging me, now 'that' got through to
me. All the way down to my pants!

"The kid is nosy, but I kind of liked his spunk."

"I do too, Brad. That's why we've got to rescue him."

"Rescue who? Juan?"

"Yeah. After work he hangs with the wrong crowd."

"How do you know, Bobby?"

"Believe it or not, from Gary and Greg."

"The bumbeling idiots?"

"Yeah, the same two. They do detective work for me on
the side. They can actually be good at it. Want to
hear something funny, Brad?"

"What's that, Bobby?"

"I think they're cute."

"I thought the same thing. I mean, I know they never
met your objective, getting me to... oops."

"Aha! So they lied!"

"Oh forget about it, Bobby. Does it matter now?"

"Nah, I guess not. Whatever they had coming to them,
Bill will straighten them out."

"And who is this Bill character?"

"One of the nicest guys I've ever met."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Took care of me better than my own father, when
I was growing up."

"He didn't look that old, Bobby."

"I guess he's pushing sixty."

"Really? I thought him to be no older than about
forty-eight or nine."

"Yeah, he wears it well."

"So, you were saying about you and Bill?"

"Nothing much to say. He worked for my father for most
of his life, until my father dealt him dirty."

"Oh?"

"Seems that my father took it personal that he looked
after his own son better than he did."

"You and your father didn't get along, Bobby?"

"An understatement, Brad."

Bobby didn't seem to be himself, at the moment. I felt
real bad for him. Like the loving friend I've become,
I put my arm around him and rubbed his back.

"Fuckin' bastard more describes the asshole."

"Couldn't have been that bad, Bobby."

"You didn't know my father. Bill's not the only one I
saw him 'toy' with his life, because the cards weren't
stacked his way."

"So tell me about Bill. What happened to him, after
your father fired him."

"My father was thorough. He tried to make sure he
cheated Bill out of everything he had coming to him,
but I was clever enough to prevent that."

"You? How old had you been when this happened, Bobby?"

"Seventeen. Fortunately for me, my father had no
interest in computers. He was the old-fashioned type.
Unlike him, I was a whiz at anything computerwise. I
went in and set up passwords to protect everything
Bill owned. I created codes. Hell, the company
couldn't even figure out where Bill Connklin existed."

"I know some things about computers."

"Oh, I know Brad. We've got to get you enrolled in
some computer courses. Sorry to say, but what you know
isn't anything to what you think you know."

I didn't hold this against Bobby. Sure, if it had been
before this experience with the 'bumbling idiots',
before I had my talk with Chase-baby, then I might
have flown off the handle. Like he said, Bobby was
telling me this, reacting to my need for computer
courses, because he loves me. I could see and
certainly sensed it from his last hug.

"You're right, Bobby," my turn to slap knee, "I do
need to find out more about computers."

"I am? I mean, sure. Everybody that works around
computers, should have a knowledge of them. It's like
finding out about a person, before I feel they're
worthy of rescuing."

I was grinning from the fact that I knew I surprised
Bobby, in agreeing with him for a change!

"For real, Bobby?"

"Sure, Brad. Like anything you believe in, you want to
find out all about it, or else maybe you're making a
mistake."

"Brad?"

It was my Chase-baby. Bobby and I rose, as he and Tony
came forward, with Adam Provo.

"Adam, I'm real sorry about Jim," I applied my
sympathies.

Bobby added, "We all loved him."

"Thanks."

Tony filled us in with, "Adam has a friend where you
work, Bobby. He has a home number, but they say it's
disconnected. Can you see if you can get a hold of his
cellphone or a working number. Even an address?"

"I'm on it," Bobby said right away, whipping out his
cellphone.

I watched from a distance. I wondered if it would've
worked out with us two, if we each never had met Tony
or Chase-baby. Then I stopped thinking foolish
thoughts as that. Fortunately we are good, loving
friends and soon to be, close business associates. I
noticed how Bobby got uptight over one of the numbers
he dialed and it had been three or four series of
numbers, before he returned with something concrete.
He cursed when he passed by me, but was as sweet as
pie when approaching Adam.

"Seems that Josh has lost his lease."

"Ooooh no," Adam said, the tears starting to form
again.

"Hold on a minute," Bobby replied, "He still has a
cellphone, but right now he's not picking up. I have a
call out to him. Hopefully he'll look at his cellphone
soon and call me."

"This wouldn't be Josh Fuller, would it?"

"Yeah, you know him Brad?"

"Met him... ahem! That fated afternoon."

"Where?"

"Apparently he's a friend of Chaz Little?"

"Why didn't you say so, Brad?"

I laughed it off the cuff. Yeah, why didn't I! It's
also one little idiom I learned about Bobby. He never
talked on his cellphone in front of other people.
Getting his exercise, he walked a distance, to gain
privacy. I also thought that I had one up on Bobby.
How come 'he' didn't know that Josh knew Chaz?

"What's up, Bobby?"

"Chaz hasn't seen him, but he know's some of the
places Josh hangs out at. He's going to drive around."

"You guys are great," Adam told us. "I don't know what
I'm going to do without Jim."

We all caught a sweet side of Bobby, as he lifted the
thirty-seven year old's chin and said, "You're going
to survive, Adam. You're surrounded by people who love
you and we're all going to help you make this
transition in your life. Now, is there somebody I can
call from Jim's side of the family, Adam?"

"Thanks Bobby, but I'm all Jim had."

Adam rushed forward, hugging Bobby. I'm not sure if
the others picked up on it, but Bobby closed his eyes
when he hugged Adam, truly the way a lover does it,
when hugging his mate. It's like a true love flowing
from one individual to the other, feeling that warmth.
I figured I had a lot to learn from Bobby, other than
computers.

That night, Chaz did indeed find Josh Fuller. The
thirty-two year old was buying a drink for a guy, at a
gay bar, downtown. Like Bobby, Chaz wasn't any
stranger to rescuing those whom deserved it. He
brought him back to the condo block.

"Sorry, I'm not set up for any guests, Bradford."

"No problem, Chaz."

Bobby jumped in to help bring Josh into our condo,
taking him to the extra guest room we had.

"Um, why don't you all leave Josh and I alone for a
moment?" Bobby asked nicely.

I knew he had other words, maybe not as sweetly put as
he lay on us. They all dismissed themselves, but I
hung back. More quisitive than anything, but Bobby
didn't seem to mind.

"So, you went off and got drunk, Josh?"

"Bobby, the guy's drunk," I interceded on Josh's
behalf.

"Brad, if you're going to meddle, than take a fuckin'
hike?"

I didn't take it personal. I kept my cool. I backed
away into the shadows.

He again addressed Josh, more like an interrogation,
barking at him, "What happened to the $500.00
advancement I authorized for you?"

'Aha! So Bobby did know Josh Fuller, after all!' I
also wondered where the $500.00 advancement came from.
This was all news to me, but I let it go. I loved
Bobby, plus I knew he knew what he was doing. I think.

"I.. spent it?"

"You spent it. I handed you five hundred dollars cash
yesterday and you spent it. Where?" Bobby lashed out,
quicker than a whip.

Like out of an old detective movie, there sat
thirty-two year old Josh Fuller, in the wooden chair,
being grilled with questions, as if by Eliot Ness,
himself.

"Excuse me?"

My Chase-baby had interrupted us. As before, Bobby
changed moods.

"Thanks for the coffee, Chase." After he left, Bobby
poured a cup and dictated to Josh, "Drink it!"

Josh took two sips.

"All of it!" Bobby said, insistently. After Josh
downed the whole cup, Bobby turned to me and said,
"Refill."

As I went for the coffee carafe, cup in hand, Bobby
told Josh, "Strip!"

"What?" Josh replied, half stunned.

"Fuckin' strip the clothes before I tear them off your
fuckin' body!"

I'm glad I stayed. This was getting me horny! What a
terrible thing to feel, getting hard over another
man's misfortune.

Josh wasn't your workout type. Standing five feet, ten
inches tall and weighing roughly two hundred and
fifteen, he could more be described as stocky. He had
that kind of navel that sagged, closing up the opening
because his belly was 'over-extended'. He also had a
beefy chest, but I liked it. Hair swirled around each
nip, which made it inviting. Other than that, Josh had
very little hair on his body, except for the treasure
trail that ran straight down his navel and into his
pubic patch. I thought he made a nice image of a teddy
bear, minus all that fur.

"What about your briefs?"

"What about them?" Josh gave him a hard time.

I could've told Josh it was coming. It had happened
enough times to me. He really should have complied and
stripped the briefs when he was told. It would've
saved getting his balls bashed in. He wound up peeling
his briefs anyway.

After his second cup of java, Bobby told him, "I want
to see every penny of that five hundred dollars."

Bobby stood there, arms folded across his chest. I
thought he looked quite hot. More like a cop waiting
for a prisoner to comply.

Josh picked up his pants. Out of one pocket he
produced some bills that amounted to forty-five
dollars and some loose change.

"The wallet!" Barked the second order.

Opening the billfold, he pulled out some other bills.
Among them, a few twenties.

"Count it. All of it!"

Of the bills, he replied, "A hundred and twenty
dollars."

"Hundred and twenty? Out of five hundred? What
happened to the rest, Josh?"

He slowly replied, "Paid my rent and....
ugggggggghhhh!"

Bobby had Jason folded in half, on the floor, his
jelly belly tucked in.

"Don't fuckin' lie to me Josh. You were evicted this
afternoon, Josh. Now what happened to the fuckin'
money?"

Neither of them said anything, until Bobby asked, "Got
any whiskey in the house, Brad?"

"Yeah, sure, Bobby."

"Bring some ice back with you."

"Sure."

I didn't want to miss anything, so hurried. Nobody was
in the apartment. I guess they went next door, to
Tony's. I figured it might've gotten a little noisy on
this side of door. While fetching the bottle of JD and
some ice, I could hear Bobby doing some more moves on
Josh.

"Here we are."

When I left the room, Josh lay on his side, doubled
up. Now he sat in the chair, but I could sense that
his gut had suffered some more punching.

"Ready to talk yet?"

Bobby had pulled up a spare chair, and sat backwards
in it, facing Josh. He sipped his JD, on the rocks.

"I... I spent it paying back money I owed."

"To whom?" Bobby inquired.

"Trey Williams."

"Loan shark?"

"Yeah."

It seemed like Josh began to mellow out.

"Josh, don't you know you never can pay back a loan
shark?"

"I.... I know. What am I gonna do, Bobby?"

"How much do you owe?"

"Twenty grand."

Bobby whistled through his teeth.

"And what's Adam to you?"

"My cousin."

I was surprised, but Bobby wasn't at all shocked.

"Figured as much."

He did? How come I didn't think of it?

"And I suppose it's you that told him not to tell
anybody?"

"Yup," Josh replied, looking lower than a rug on a
floor.

"I see. Smart move."

"Huh?" Josh replied.

"Huh?" I seconded it.

Bobby turned his head, saying, "He didn't want the
sharks coming after Adam."

I said I knew that, but I didn't!

"Brad, how much you have in your checkbook?"

"My checkbook?"

"Yeah. I think I have about fifteen grand."

"Um, about fifty."

"Grand?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Go to the bank and withdraw twenty. Meet us
back here, in a half hour."

Twenty grand was a lot of dough, but it's funny how I
didn't even think anything of it, heading for the
bedroom door, then my keys and hopping in my car. In
fact, as I drove along the road, I whistled, like I
was happy. At my bank, nobody questioned me removing
twenty thousand dollars from my checking acount. Of
course, they used the extra security measures, to make
sure that me was me! In twenty minutes time, I was
back at my condo. I heard a commotion in the jon.
There Bobby and Josh stood, naked, drying off.

"Oh good, Brad. Get Josh some clothes."

"Um, I think he's a bit 'wider' than me?"

"A sweatshirt will do. He can wear his own pants."

I ran to the guest room and got Josh's briefs and
pants. Good thing I had a spare sweatshirt. Josh's
shirt stunk, like he had spilled beer all over it.
Likely the case.

"Good. Help Josh get dressed, while I get my own
clothes on."

I couldn't help myself. I had to say it to Josh.

"Nice body."

"Thanks, but if I ever get out of this, I'm going to
tone up."

"If I know Bobby, you're going to get out of this,
Josh, but I also know that when Bobby rescues
somebody..."

"Rescues?"

"Yeah, literally rescues you, you'd better learn how
to tote the line. Being Adam Provo's cousin isn't the
only reason that Bobby Freeman is saving your life!"

"I believe you Mr. Bigelow."

"It's Brad, for now, okay?"

I smiled. Josh smiled back, with a thank you.

"Thanks for the clothes, Brad."

"You're welcome."

"C'mon guys.... oh, one more thing!"

Again Bobby whipped out his cellphone. I overheard him
mention Bill Connklin's name and the words, 'do me a
favor.'

As we drove, in my car, I asked Bobby, "What's Bill
Connklin's stake in all this?"

"Ever hear of 'mind your own business', Bradford?"

"Yes, 'Robert', but from now on 'you are' my
business!"

He gave me a smirk then replied, "Back up. Things
could get rough."

"Rough? Like in guns?"

"You wanted to know, Brad!" Bobby replied,
sarcastically.

"Yikes!"

"But don't worry," Bobby placed his hand on my knee,
Trust me, Brad."

"It's things like that, that causes car accidents,
Bobby!"

My joking effort was my way of saying, that I did
trust him. However, it was a dangerous move to put his
hand on my leg, so close to my crotch, as I sped down
the road.

"Pull over there, Brad."

Sitting in the back, Josh didn't say a word, beyond
when we first left the condo complex, speaking his
mind, saying, "Thanks for doing this for me."

Bobby jumped out of the car. I could recognize Bill
Connklin sitting in a late model Cadillac, in front of
the 7-11 store. Bobby hung there for awhile, then came
back.

"All set. Let's roll'em."

"And what was that all about?"

"Backup."

"Backup?"

"Yeah. Wouldn't you feel more safer with five hundred
guys looking over your shoulder?"

"Five hundred? You mean like people?"

"You got it."

"Bobby, how did you arrange for five hundred people to
be watching us, in fifteen minutes?"

"You don't know the power of Bill Connklin."

"Yeah, maybe not, but I know that power you have,
Bobby."

He smiled back at me. Again, that hand almost had me
crossing the double line.

As we drove along, Bobby began talking with Josh.

"Say, Josh, have you ever been to Costa Rica?"

"Nope. I don't even know where it's at."

"Cental America. Don't suppose you ever had an
interest in surfing or bird watching?"

"Nope. I'm not very athletic and I got D's in
science."

"Well, get ready you're just about ready to 'get'
athletic and learn how to save the rainforests!" With
a hand on my thigh again, Bobby asked me, "You did
bring your check book with you, didn't you Brad?"

I picked up his hand and dropped it back on his own
lap.

"Am I getting reimbursed for all this?"

"In time, Bradford. In time. Ooooh am I going to pay
you back. Just you wait!"

I'm not sure how I liked the sound of that, but then
again, I liked the intrigue!

"Pull over there, give me the twenty grand and let
Josh and I out. You head back to the...."

"Forget it, Bobby."

"Huh? You'll do what I tell you to do!"

This time, Bobby's hand was way down, past my thighs,
his grip on both my balls and he used pressure, to
bat!

"Yes, sir," I said, subtlely.

I didn't like it, but did what I was told, to a
certain extent. Like Bobby, I brought out the cannons,
too. He wasn't the only one with friends in high
places! The total neighborhood now had to be
surrounded with about total, two thousand 'troops'.
Some amounted to off duty police, like Chad Davis, the
former shore cop and David Finch, the guy Chad
couldn't shake, after Mike's villa party concluded.
David had a slew of friends that 'owed him'. Chad, so
liked by his new police precinct 'wanted in' on the
action. Plus, my assorted friends over the years, SWAT
team players, etc., all showed up for 'the party'.

I picked out Peggy Jones right away, most likely
carrying a bazooka in the baby carriage. I know she
saw me, but didn't acknowledge it. Hakim Reynolds
stood at the phone booth and no, that wasn't his fat
cock down his pants leg. I made a note of killing
Kareem, when I got home, posing as a brutha from the
hood, with Chad and a couple of other plainclothed
cops and detectives. 'Nah', why kill Kareem. Let Frank
do it!

It got kind of scary, when I saw Peggy bend over her
'baby'. Right away, the 'bruthas' moved in, escorting
away a small band of men that approached the same door
Bobby and Josh went in. Taken to a black van, the
'bruthas' moved back into place and Peggy relaxed her
guard. Suddenly, a guy came running down the sidewalk.
How did we know that he just robbed a jewlery store?
He didn't have a chance getting past the baby
carriage. After Peggy's fist put him in dreamland,
Chad Davis hauled his ass away. Nothing much else
happened. Within an hour's time, Bobby and Josh came
walking out of the building.

Getting in the car, Bobby said, "Airport! Stat!"

Of course cars followed us.

"Oh shit! We're being followed!" Bobby stated.

I put my hand on his thigh and said, "Relax Bobby.
They're the good guys!"

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Continued.....

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