Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2010 20:00:59 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: roswell heights-28 [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-28 Contract Hit Pt-1 WEST PHILLY 24 year old DeWayne (D-Money) Wright lay naked in what used to be Whinny (the POOH) Graham's bed, in his renovated doubled row home house in West Philly. After a long night of making love, he was awakened by a phone call from his cellular. Reaching across the large king sized bed, he grabbed the phone off the nightstand (rubbing sleep from his eyes) to read the caller I.D.. "Hey baby..." he smiled, placing the phone up to his ear. "...how's the pregnancy...?" "Everything's okay..." said Money's wife (Dedra Wright), from her bed at a close friend's house. "...we still have a month before he comes..., the doctor wants me to remain on strict bed rest, so I can't even go out anymore...!" "Well..., you HAVE to do what the doctor says..." reasoned Money, propping his head up on a pillow. "...I mean..., we're paying him good money for his advice..., the least we could do is use it, rite?" "Right." agreed Dedra, reluctantly. "I'm just..., going stir-crazy sitting in bed day after day...!" she complained. "Is David and his son treatin you aiight...?" asked Money, concerned. "Yeah..." answered Dedra, rubbing her stomach. "...they're treating me like a queen...! I just feel so guilty staying here..., you know Kevin has to share a bed with his father...! And we BOTH know a growing boy needs his privacy...! Hell..., how many times have I walked in on YOU jerking off when you thought you were home alone...?!" "Yeah..." said Money, having an idea that neither Kevin nor his father David were complaining about having to share a bed. At that very moment, Divine Graham (widow of Whinny Graham) came into the bedroom completely naked, carrying a tray of cut fruits, cheeses, and bottled wine from the kitchen. "Where ARE you...?" asked Dedra, causing Money to stutter. "What are you doing today...? Would you be able to sneak away from Divine long enough to pay me a visit...? I mean, I AM your wife after all..., I'm carrying your unborn son...!" "I kno, I kno..." laughed Money, watching as Divine lay the tray at the foot of the bed, then grabbed a glass of wine and a single sliced apple from the fruit bowel and bought it to him. "...I'll uh..., I'll TRY to get up that way sometime today..." he said, as Divine took a bite of cut apple and a sip of wine, before rubbing the wine flute between her amply enhanced breasts. "...IF The Widow gives me off...!" "Oh..., IF she does..., can you bring me some of that BBQ I like so much...?" asked Dedra, totally unaware of what was happening over the phone. Divine stuffed the half bitten apple in Money's mouth, then handed him the wine glass before going down between his legs and taking his limp dick into her mouth... "uh, yeah..., I'll try..." he said, feeling his dick beginning to grow in the Widow's sucking mouth. "The doctor has me on this ridiculously bland diet, and David's keeping to it like he's on the doctor's payroll or something..." continued Dedra, as Money (barely listening) tried to stifle a moan as Divine suckled his complete erection in her warm welcoming throat. Since becoming lovers, Divine had fallen in love with fucking Money. She just couldn't get enough of the young handsome married father to be, as she sucked him into every hole her body could support him in. In return, Money couldn't remember the last time he had been so sexually satisfied by a single person. Divine was definitely a vixen, a talented girl with a rich sexual history as a former transvestite prostitute. After just one session with Divine (formally known as Peaches in her tranny life), Money understood Tempest's obsession with keeping this woman in his life. He watched as Divine slowly pulled her head up from his groin, dragging her painted lips up the length of his swollen shaft (and looking up at him) before plunging her mouth back down on his dick. Money could hear his wife's voice over the phone, but couldn't quite make out what she was saying as his concentration had become focused solely on his dick. "...honestly he won't let me eat anything that's not on that stupid list! Even he and Kevin have started eating the same foods so I won't be able to find anything tasteful hidden in the refrigerator! DeWayne...? Are you listening to me...??" "Yeah...! Yeah..." answered Money, unsure what he was agreeing with. "I see you're busy...!" said Dedra, realizing she was being ignored. "I'll let you go...! Just don't forget the BBQ if you come through tonight...! Oh, and don't let David see it, okay? He's like to food police, or something!" "Okay..." said Money, hearing the connection go dead in his ear before setting the phone aside. "That was Dedra...?" asked Divine, coming up off Money's dick after he hung up. "Yeah..." he answered, taking a sip of wine. "...you're BAD for doin that while I was talkin to my wife...! She KNEW somethin was goin on...!" "What did I do...?" asked Divine innocently, straddling Money's lap. "Whateva..." laughed Money, "...you ain't hardly innocent!" "I've been called many things in my life..." said Divine, rubbing her ass against Money's hardon. "...but `innocent' was NEVER one of them!" Money couldn't help staring at her perfectly matched breasts, loving how perky they were. Sitting the wine aside, he leaned forward and took one in his mouth, sucking firmly about the large nipple. Divine moaned softly as she cradled Money's head in her hands, hugging him close to her as his mouth made love to her breasts. Reaching back behind her, she grasped his hard dick and guided it up between her well lubed butt cheeks. Money felt her easing back on his dick as it began to slide up into her, pushing through her well fucked anal ring. They both moaned in unison as his dick sank inside her, her ass settling in his lap as she speared herself completely. Humping and hunching her ass cheeks together, Divine fucked Money's erection with her ass, feeling the healthy slab of manhood parting her buns. Money sucked Divine's tits while she fucked herself, taking one after the other into his mouth as he lavished the erect nipples with his lips and tongue. Divine lifted his head upward, meeting him halfway as she placed her own lips to his. Money eased his tongue into her mouth, swabbing his oral cavity with wet taster. Divine loved how Money's dick felt in her ass. Perfectly designed for anal fucking, it was a welcoming change from the huge abnormally thick dick her husband possessed. Breaking the kiss, Money leaned back against the pillows as he watched Divine work the top. She rode his dick like a champion cowgirl, bouncing, humping, grinding, and rotating her ass on his manhood, making him feel like the luckiest man in the world. Money reached up and cupped Divine's tits, squeezing them in his hands as he lay perfectly still and allowed her to do the riding. Divine grabbed the backs of Money's hands as he molested her breasts. Driven mad by his sheer sexiness, she rode his dick harder, wanting even more of him inside her. Money could feel her ass moving up and down his slicken shaft rapidly, wet with the left over lube and previously shot semen he planted inside her earlier. He could feel her anal muscles working his shaft, loosening and gripping him tightly, milking his dick as she started to slap her ass into his lap. Money lay back and allowed Divine to dictate the fucking for a few more minutes, letting her have her way until he felt it absolutely necessary to take control. He waited patiently as Divine did all of the work, slapping her ass up and down on his dick. Money could feel his loins starting to overheat as the desire to thrust became too strong to ignore. Rolling Divine over onto her back, Money presumed the top position as he lifted her legs up around his waist and started thrusting into her. Divine looked up into the married man's eyes, loving the forcefulness of his urgency as he began to thrust through her. Wrapping her arms about his torso, she pulled him down towards him, kissing his face and mouth as he fucked into her ass in missionary position. Mad with lust, Money fucked Divine with a raw passion his tender wife rarely saw anymore. He slammed his hips into her ass, burying his 8.5" erection with every thrust. Divine graciously accepted his dick, spreading her legs as his dick slipped in and out of her easily. Their passion was hot as they gripped and grabbed each other lustfully. Money could feel his orgasm beginning to peak as his thrusts came faster. Divine knew she was about to get another dose of his ball juice as the room began to fill with the sounds of their love. She could feel his dick starting to enlarge inside her as his climax hit. With only a dozen more strokes, Money shoved his dick all the way in Divine's ass and came, roaring like a lion as the cum shot out of his dick in rapid succession, filling her already cum lined innards with yet another dosage of his reproductive juices. Money and Divine moaned, groaned, and grunted together, breathing in each other's air as they panted breathlessly between kisses. Money was the first to break off, already starting to feel guilty as he slowly withdrew and rolled aside. Divine hated how solemn and somber Money got after sex. She knew he was still harping feelings for his wife Dedra, but Divine knew he carried strong feelings for her as well. Money sat up on the edge of the bed, drinking the last of his wine as he tilted the glass up to his lips. Divine scooted down towards the foot of the bed and grabbed the other wine glass off the tray, along with the fruit bowel as she joined Money on the edge of the bed... "Penny for your thoughts...?" she asked, sitting beside him. "You're thinking of Dedra, aren't you...?" "It's that obvious...?" asked Money, needing another drink. "It's noticeable when you suddenly pull away after sex..." stated Divine, passing him her glass. Money took it gratefully, lifting it to his lips as he downed another glass. "I don't understand why this arrangement is so hard for you..." shr added, "...it's not like you never cheated on Dedra before...!" "Never with a woman...!" explained Money, feeling guiltier for cheating with someone of the opposite sex. "Dedra knows about my bisexuality..., she knows about my sexual relationship with David Smith..., we've even done 3sums with David and Pooh in the past..., but she wouldn't understand this!" "You're afraid of her finding out...?" asked Divine, reading Money's mind. "Well..., she IS the mother of my children...!" reasoned Money. "Children...?" questioned Divine. "You haven't even had the first one yet...! You're planning to have more...?" "Definitely..." said Money, finishing off the glass. "...we talked about having two or three..., but I'm looking to have about six!" "SIX...??" repeated Divine. "I'm SURE Dedra don't have any idea you plan on popping that many kids out of her...!" "By the time she finds out..., she'll already be pregnant!" joked Money, handing back the empty glass as he got up to stretch. Divine couldn't help staring at his ass, secretly wishing she had the power to fuck it. "Are you leaving...?" she asked, sensing his distance. "Dedra wants me to visit her today..." said Money, noticing the hurt look on Divine's face. "...I haven't seen her much since she went to live with David and his son...!" "I know..." said Divine, trying not to pout. "...but I thought we were going to spend the day together..., just the two of us...?" "We're always together...!" said Money, heading towards the master bathroom. "We're always working..." corrected Divine. "...attending business meetings and looking over properties ain't spending quality time together...! That's what today was for!" "And what about `quality time' with my wife...?" asked Money, stopping in his tracks. "I've barely got to see her since she lift the hospital...! DAVID'S been takin care of her when it's supposed to be MY job! I'm supposed to forget I have a pregnant wife because I'm sleepin with the boss now...? Is THAT what I'm supposed to do...?" he asked, angrily. Divine was taken by surprise by his outburst... "I can SEE you're a little stressed..." she said, walking towards him. "...you did the RIGHT thing by sending Dedra away..., this lifestyle is too dangerous for a woman in her condition!" Money said nothing in defense as his mind replayed Dedra lying on the ground on 52nd street, bleeding from the shoulder. Divine saw the pain on his face as he remembered almost losing his family in one shot. She walked up to him and gently touched him on the face, closing her body to his. "Nobody's blaming you for what happened..., if Dedra is half the woman I believe her to be, she knows what you're doing is what's best for your family." "I guess..." said Money, taking in Divine's wisdom. Divine kissed Money gently on the lips. When she found no resistance, she kissed him harder, throwing her arms about him. Money responded by wrapping his own arms around her, hugging her tightly as their friendly kiss turned erotic within seconds. Divine started to moan softly, grounding her pelvis into Money's dick, making it fatten against her... "I...I don't have TIME for this...!" argued Money, pulling away. Divine grabbed his rising dick... "Your MIND says no..., but your body says yes!" she said, trying to guide him back to bed. Money resisted, wrenching his dick from Divine's grip... "My MIND is on my wife rite now..." he said, breaking free. "...I NEED to get to David's.., I HAVE to see my wife!" he said, heading back towards the bathroom. "So will I'll see you tonight...?" asked Divine, hoping to get him in bed again soon. Money hesitated at the bathroom door as he thought about his plans... "No..." he said after a brief thought. "...I think I'll stay with Dee tonite.., she sounds like she could use my company...!" he added, before disappearing behind closed doors. Divine stood in the center of her double sized bedroom completely naked... "So could I..." she said to herself, finally realizing hot sex couldn't compare to a man's devotion to his family... Pt-2 ROSWELL HEIGHTS On the rooftops of the infamous development high rises, lies another world that the youth of the projects had transformed into their own private domain. With generators, air vents, electrical ducts, and communication towers, the entire roof of Roswell Heights were fenced off with 8 feet high chain link fencing to prevent accidental slips and suicides. The roof top floor was littered with old cigarette butts, empty beer bottles, and even used condoms. 16 year old Jerome junior followed his friends (16 y/o Cole Richman & 15 y/o Donavan Stiles) up the building's stairwell past the 15th floor to the roof for the first time. "Wow..." he said out loud, catching the view from the top for the first time as he looked out across the neighborhood at I-95 in the near distance. "You've never been up here before...?" asked Cole, having seen the view a 100 times over the years. "No..." answered junior. "...the roof is off limits!" "Says WHO?" asked Cole. "There're signs everywhere...!" said junior. "You always listen to what signs tell you...?" laughed Cole, heading towards the far side of the roof. Junior felt kind of foolish as he followed his friends towards a small shed near the back of the building. Cole kicked the door in, then disappeared inside with Donavan as Junior read the sign on the outside wall reading" `HIGH VOLTAGE'. "Is it SAFE in here...?" he asked, looking inside. "Sure..." said Cole, sitting on an old dirty worn mattress lying on the floor of the shed. "...c'mon IN...! Don't be such a girl!" Junior stepped into the building, looking around to see if there was any danger to be seen. Inside was a mess of old unused plywoods, broken and damaged tools, milk crates, and even old dirty pornographic magazines lying on the floor beside the mattresses. "What's THIS stuff for...?" asked Junior, taking a seat on a nearby crate as he picked a magazine and began to flip through it. "Yall be jacking off up here...?" he joked, eyeballing the pictures of naked women with their legs spread open. "Those were already up here when we found this place..." said Cole, reaching in his pocket. Junior was paying more attention to the porno magazine than he was his neighborhood friends, and didn't notice the items Cole and Donavan were pulling out of their jackets. Cole put what Junior assured was a cigarette in his mouth, then lit it, before passing it off to Donavan who also began smoking it. "Want some...?" asked Donavan, passing it off to Junior. "No thanks..., I don't smoke." he said, turning him down. "This ain't no cigarette...!" chuckled Donavan, passing it back to Cole. Junior watched as Cole inhaled, filling his lungs with smoke. "What is it then...?" he asked, curiously. "This..." choked Cole, coughing violently before handing it back to Donavan. "...will put HAIR on your chest, boy!" "Looks like it's putting cancer in your lungs...!" countered Junior, referring to Cole's continuous cough. "That's just it WORKING...!" defended Cole, as Donavan took a deep toke and exhaled. Junior could smell an odd scent coming from the cigarette, one his nose couldn't identify. "What IS that...?" he asked again, knowing it was no ordinary cigarette. "Whadda you THINK it is...?" laughed Cole, leaning back on the mattress. "Your parents really keep you sheltered, don't they...?" he asked, believing his friend naive. "All yall do is run to church everyday..., what do you do for FUN...?" "I have fun..." defended Junior, feeling like his family was under attack. "...I usually hang out over Todd's..., we play video games, go to the movies..." "Ever have sex with a girl, yet...?" asked Cole, curiously. Junior blushed a little... "No..., have YOU?" he asked. "Sure..., I've fucked!" said Cole, leaving out that it wasn't with a girl. "So you've never even had your dick sucked...?" Junior decided to play it safe and say `no', knowing Cole would want to know WHO sucked him off if he admitted he had gotten head before... "THIS shit right here makes you so fuckin horny..., that you don't care WHO sucks your dick, so long as its getting sucked!" "What's that, Sextasy...?" asked Junior. "So you've heard of it...?" asked Cole. "That's all the drug dealers around here sell, isn't it...?" asked Junior, not as naïve as people thought. "You need to TRY it..." encouraged Cole, taking another puff as his lungs got used to being tainted. "...it makes you warm all over..., then gets you horny as hell...!" "Then what...?" asked Junior, bringing questioning looks from his friends. "Then what, what...?" asked Cole. "After you get horny, THEN what...?" asked Junior. "Then you get your dick sucked!" stated Cole. "DUH!" "Ain't nobody up here but you, me, and Donavan..." reasoned Junior. "...HOW are you going to get your dick sucked...?" "That's why you share it with your friends..." explained Cole, undoing his pants as he opened his zipper and pulled down the waistband to his underwear to expose his 6" hardon... Junior looked confused as to why Cole was exposing himself, surely he wasn't expecting HIM to suck his dick? Junior's questioned seemed to go unanswered for a moment, until he saw Donavan scoot over beside him, then lean in over Cole's crotch. Junior watched with wide-eyed excitement as his 15 year old friend Donavan Stiles opened his mouth, then took Cole's dick between his lips. "Holy shit...!" responded Junior, having not seen that coming. Cole watched Junior's reaction as Donavan ran his mouth gently up and down his hard shaft, licking the rigid column before sucking it into his mouth. Junior's eyes were locked on his friend's mouth sucking his other friend off, his face frozen in a priceless shocked expression. Cole wasn't sure what Junior was thinking, but he noticed his church-boy friend didn't go running screaming for the door. Junior had never seen anyone (other than he and his father, and his best friend Todd) having sex. Watching his two friends engaged orally was definitely as entertaining as it was arousing. He watched Donavan sucking back and forth on Cole's hard dick, his lips sliding along the stiff shaft as his tongue lopped about the column as if licking an ice cream comb. It wasn't for a few minutes that Junior even realized Donavan was staring straight up at him while he sucked off Cole, his eyes locked onto Junior's crotch as his dick began to tent the front of his pants. Junior recognized that hungry stare from the way his father often looked at his crotch at home, when he and the family sat around watching adult approved movies on TV. Junior could see the hungry stare in his father's eyes as he burnt holes into his crotch, knowing he would have to wait until morning before sampling any more of his son's healthy sperm. And Junior saw the same unmistakable look in Donavan's eyes... "Take a hit of this...?" asked Cole, holding the cigarette out for Junior. Junior knew the cigarette was laced with something, but realized the only way he could join in (without being labeled as gay) was to partake in smoking whatever they were. Reluctantly Junior took the cigarette from Cole's hand, then slowly placed it up to his lips and inhaled, feeling smoke enter into his lungs for the first time. "That a boy...!" cheered Cole, smiling broadly as he watched Junior rebel. "Don't be afraid to LIVE a lil'!" Junior coughed as the smoke cut off his breathing. Panting for breath, he could hear his friends laughing as they watched him choke. When he finally caught his breath, he took another toke, feeling the smoke go down easier that time. "Just give it a few minutes..." suggested Cole, taking the cigarette back. He watched and waited as Junior sat on the crate, waiting for something to happen. At first all he felt was a mild irritation in his chest (bought on by the smoke in his lung), which he took care of by coughing and clearing his throat. Then he started to feel a warming sensation beginning in his chest, and spreading throughout his system. A rush went to his brain as an intense numbing started to take over. "Just relax and let it hit you...!" advised Cole, making motions to Donavan who pulled off of his dick and climbed up between Junior's legs and began undoing his pants. Junior could feel his friend pulling open his clothes as he pulled free his erection. Titling it towards his mouth, he lowered his head between Junior's legs and began sucking his dick. Junior was barely aware that his dick had entered his friend's mouth, as his focus had been solely on his health. 15 year old Donavan Stiles had had months of experience satisfying the men of the NJM (New Jack Mafia). Since his induction (chap-5), hardly a day went by where someone wasn't using his boyish body as a cumdump. No one used him more than his best friend Cole (who claimed to be merely giving Donavan all the practice he knew he'd need to satisfy the older boy's bigger dicks). Eventually Donavan began to like having sex with the other members of their gang, believing the sex was affection. Being used by the gang gave Donavan a place and purpose, giving him the family he had always lacked at home. `Every member has his place, Donavan...' informed Kane one day, after the initiation. `...the quicker you accept yur place, the better off you'll be!' Donavan sucked Jerome junior's dick, bobbing his head up and down in his lap as he ran his mouth along the length of his project friend's stiff prick. Cole watched from the mattress as Junior got sucked, but could instantly tell that the 16 year old church boy really wasn't into it. "Just relax and enjoy it, man..., the weed won't kill you!" he suggested, realizing Junior was afraid of the drug's effects. Junior took a deep breath and relaxed as his friend informed, then began concentrating on the exquisite feeling happening to his dick. He looked down to see Donavan bobbing his head, sucking his dick intently. It didn't feel as good as his father's blow jobs (perhaps because Jerome senior was an adult who possessed bigger stronger jaws...), but it was still exciting watching someone (besides his dad) eating his dick. Junior grabbed the top of Donavan's head, then started helping to guide his head back and forth, showing more interest in his blow job. Cole watched from the mattress, slowly stroking his own 6" hardon as Junior began to engage sexually. Donavan undid his own pants, pushing them down below his thighs (Junior assumed simply so he could jack off while sucking him), exposing his ass to Cole. Cole got up on his knees and crawled up behind Donavan and began rubbing his dick all over his ass. His eyes met Junior's as he aligned his dick up to the younger boy's hole, then shoved in. Junior expected to hear Donavan grunt and groan in protest, but was surprised when he simply kept sucking, acting as if he didn't just get a 6" dick suddenly shoved up his butt. Cole grabbed Donavan's waist, then started fucking as he thrust back and forth. Donavan moaned around Junior's dick, but never stopped sucking nor protesting the dick pummeling his backside. Junior realized that Donavan and Cole must have been fucking for awhile for him to be able to take his friend's dick up his ass without so much as a whimper. Junior watched Cole's face as Cole fucked Donavan from behind, slamming his hips into his ass as he buried his dick with every thrust. Cole's eyes were now closed as he too concentrated on the feelings happening to his own prick. Junior could see the look of serenity on his face as he fucked, building a steady pace as he hammered at the younger boy's buttock. It didn't take Cole long to start breathing hard, panting breathlessly as he lost his load up his friend's ass. Cole bucked and jerked as his came, filling Donavan's backside full of his young creamy spunk. Junior couldn't helped getting even more aroused as he listened to Cole's climatic grunts, knowing he was emptying his balls in his buddy's ass. Cole seemed to grow weaker as his orgasm progressed. Pulling free, he looked up at Junior and smiled, falling back onto the dirty worn mattress completely satisfied. To Junior's surprise, Donavan pulled off from sucking his dick and assumed doggy position beside Cole, offering his ass to Junior. Junior didn't have to be told twice as he climbed down off the milk crate and got into position behind Donavan. He aligned his spit wet dick up to the younger boy's wet hole and pushed in, feeling absolutely no resistance as he slid all the way in up to the balls. "Feels good, don't it...?" asked Cole, watching as Junior gripped Donavan's waist and started fucking. Junior nodded `yes' as he started thrusting through Donavan's ass, too enthralled to do much else. He could feel the load Cole had just shot up the hot asshole starting to coat his dick, making it slicker as it slid easily in and out of Donavan's ass. Donavan groaned erotically as the dick moved majestically thought him. Reaching down between his spread legs, he began stroking his own hard dick, desperate to shoot his own load while getting fucked. Junior's dick felt so good inside him, better than most as Junior had a good stroke and wasn't really trying to kill him as did some of the other boys who fucked him often tried. He stroked his dick, resting his weight on one elbow while Junior humped away in his ass. He could feel the dick running through him back and forth, sliding through his anal ring and probing 7 inches deep inside his rectum. Cole watched (becoming a tab bit jealous) as Junior fucked the load right out of Donavan's erupting dick. Donavan moaned aloud as the stream of white ribbons shot from his flaring 7 incher, landing in clumps beneath him as Junior continued to pound into him well after his orgasm. Junior could feel the anal muscles clenching against him, pulsating around his plunging manhood. Junior lost control of his hips as he started slamming Donavan, forcing him facedown onto the dirty mattress as his pelvis slapped repeatedly into his upturned buttock. Junior felt his own orgasm coming on strong, heightened by the drugs in his system. Sweat began to run down his temples as he overexerted himself, fucking harder and faster as he drove his dick all the way in and came... "AARRRHHHHHGGG...!!" he screamed, shooting inside Donavan's ass. Donavan clenched his ass cheeks together, trapping the spurting dick inside him. He could feel it pulsating and jerking wildly inside his rectum, knowing it was filling him full of warm cum. Junior collapsed weakly against Donavan's back, his dick still spewing a sizable load into the younger boy's body. Cole sat up beside them, his eyes zeroing in on Junior's tight looking virgin ass... "Ever think of joining the NJM...?" he asked, hoping Junior would concede to an initiation... Pt-3 PHILADELPHIA SUBURBS 18 year old Kevin Smith was sitting on his father's living room sofa, playing video games on his dad's flat screen TV when he heard the front door being unlocked. Curious as to who might have a key to their house, he looked out towards the entrance to see D-Money walking in. "Money!" he called enthusiastically, happy to see him. "Sup punk...?" asked Money, closing the door behind him as he walked over to the sofa where the boy sat. "What you up to...?" "Trying to beat this game...!" said Kevin, spiritedly tapping his thumbs against the buttons as he tried to evade capture. Money watched him play for a few minutes, although he had never been into video games. "Where's yur dad...?" he asked curiously, as Kevin's eyes never left the television screen. "In the kitchen cooking!" said Kevin, matter of fact. "How'r YOU and yur dad...?" asked Money specifically, causing Kevin to look up... "Oh..." he said, realizing what Money meant. "...we Good!" smiled the teen, not sure if he should go into details with his father's ex...? "Have you heard from Dan Edwards...?" asked Money, wondering if the older man had tried to wrestle David away from his son since losing him to Kevin in a contest? (My Woman's Lover series). "Not at all!" answered Kevin. "Not since he got fired from dad's job..." (as explained at the end of the final chapter). "Good..." said Money. "...don't let that snake anywhere near yur dad..., he bad news!" advised Money. "I know..." smiled Kevin, having been told the WHOLE STORY by his father. "...Dan used to say the same about YOU! Funny thing is dad doesn't even mention him anymore...! Besides..., I think I keep him plenty busy on my own...!" added the teen, cockily. "So I recall...!" laughed Money, well aware of how Kevin out fucked him and Dan to win his father's heart. "Mind if I go in and say hi...?" he asked, respectfully. "Naw man..., go for it!" encouraged Kevin, continuing his game. Money ran his hand over Kevin's head playfully, then wandered his way into the kitchen where 36 year old David Smith was cooking dinner for his family. Money caught him with his back turned, baking skinless/boneless chicken in the oven, plain white unseasoned rice and steamed vegetables on the stove. David was busy basting the chicken when Money walked up behind him and physically grabbed him. David jumped up in surprise, believing his teenage son was playing games with him... "Money!" he yelled when he finally saw who it was. He and Money hugged, wrapping their arms about each other tightly as strong emotional memories began to invade David's mind. "How you been...? Dedra's been asking about you everyday..., as if we're hiding you down here from her...!" "I know..., I spoke to her on the phone tonite..." laughed Money, breaking the hug. "...I thought I'd surprise her!" "She'll be surprised, alright!" smiled David. "You look good!" he said, eyeing the younger man hard. "So do you." said Money, tapping David's stomach. "You pick up a pound or two...?" he joked. "I would've thought Kevin would be whippin' that ass in shape more often...!" "He does, usually..." agreed David. "...but with Dedra living right down the hall from us..., it's hard to keep up with his usual appetite...!" Money leaned back against the counter... "You don't feel strange that yur boyfriend's yur biological son...?" he asked curiously, having wanted to ask that question all year. David thought... "I did in the beginning..." he admitted, "...I could have KILLED Dan for bringing my son into all the craziness my life had become at that point...! But once I realized how much Kevin loved me..., that he actually FOUGHT to keep me in his life and to SAVE me from Dan Edwards..., --how could I deny him if he wanted to have a physical relationship with me that badly...?" reasoned David. Money nodded his head understandably, knowing Kevin was a good kid. "If Kevin hadn't been in the picture..." he started, thinking out loud. "...thing's might've been different...!" David looked into Money's eyes... "Things DEFINITELY would've been different!" he agreed, causing Money to smile... "I'd better get upstairs..." he said, knowing if he'd stay, they could get themselves in trouble. David also felt the magnet effect, knowing Money had been the first man to turn him. He still had very fond memories of them making love, of Money's hot breath in his ear as he lay exhausted on top of him after sex... Money wandered his way upstairs, going down to the spare room dubbed as Kevin's bedroom. Dedra was lying in bed watching television when there was a light tap on the door. "Come in!" she yelled, as the door slowly crept open to reveal her husband... "DeWayne...!!" she cried, holding out her arms... Money walked in, holding a plastic bag behind his back. Dedra didn't even notice it, as all she saw was her husband's handsome face. Money walked up, kissing her firmly on the lips before giving her a huge warm hug. "Oh I've missed you so much..." she whispered in his ear, refusing to let go. Money allowed her to hold on for as long as she wanted, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing her. Dedra couldn't help but cry, missing her man more than she often let on, wondering what was going on in his life? While she used to be engaged with David, that was a long time ago, and she no longer felt as if his home was hers. When she finally relaxed her hold on him, Money presented her with a big bag of greasy barbeque spare ribs with a big side serving of collard greens and macaroni and cheese. "OHHHH..., thank you...!" she gasped, her mouth already watering for Dwight's Barbeque. Money sat on the sideline while his pregnant wife tore into her platter, humming happily with each bite as BBQ dripped from her chin like a messy child. Dedra was still in the midst of devouring her rich saucy platter when David suddenly walked in carrying a serving tray with Dedra's doctor approved dinner. Dedra looked like Macaulay Culkin from Home Alone as she looked up at him with BBQ sauce covering her lips... "DEDRA...!" called David, disappointed that she cheated on her diet. "DeWayne bought it for me!" she said, snitching on her beloved husband. David looked down at Money cross... "She BEGGED me to, man...!" defended the husband, blaming his wife. The three adults began a playful argument (deflecting blame and accusations), when an unexpected guest suddenly walked into the room... "Divine...!" called Money, surprised and bewildered to see The Widow. Everyone looked up at her as she was escorted into the room by Kevin... "Sorry to interrupt..." she said, thoughtfully. "...but we have a situation..., I need D-Money to come with me!" "But he just got here...!" complained Dedra, not ready to see her husband leave so soon. "I know..., I'm sorry...!" said Divine, heartfelt. "It's an emergency!" "What is SO important that it can't wait ONE NIGHT while my HUSBAND is visiting the mother of his child...?" asked Dedra, annoyed. "Calm down, Dee..., you shouldn't be getting upset..." reminded David. "Let me talk to Divine downstairs for a minute..." said Money, wanting to get his boss out of the room. "...I'll be rite back...!" he promised. Money grabbed Divine by her arm as he forcibly pulled her from Dedra's bedroom, down the steps and out the front door for privacy. "What the hell'r you doin here...??" he asked once he got her outside. "Did'n I tell you I wanted to spend the nite with my family...? I can't believe you came all the way down here just to get me back in yur bed...!" "As much as I like sleeping with you, D-Money..., I'm not here to bring you back to my bed...!" defended Divine. "We have a REAL situation here...!" "Then what is it...?" asked Money, skeptically. "I got word that your family may be marked for execution...!" said Divine, causing Money's face to twist in confusion... "What...??" he asked, unable to swallow Divine's threat. "Why would anybody want to put a hit on Dedra...?" "I don't know..." said Divine, "...to get back at US maybe...? To hit us where we live...? Killing Dedra could be definitely be a big blow to the two of us! Maybe it's a warning from someone in the Syndicate for us to `back off!'?" Money wasn't buying it... "WHO told you this...? Where'd you hear this from...?!" he asked, wanting verification. Just then a black van (similar to the one that one that fired shots at them on 52nd street [The Precinct chap-38, pt-2]) was heard screeching around the corner down the block. Money and Divine heard the tires and looked up in that direction, just as the van (with its headlights cut off) came barreling down the street at top speed like a bat out of hell. The driver's side window came down as a black semi-automatic came out and started shooting. Sparks of light from rapid gunfire could easily be seen through the dark as Money grabbed Divine, then physically threw her back into the house through the open front door, before diving in behind her. The gunmen shot up the front of the Smith family home, shooting out windows and leaving bullet holes embedded in the front. David Smith and his son Kevin came running down the stairs, finding Money and Divine lying on the floor as the black van sped away... ______________________________ 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.