Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2011 20:30:52 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: roswell heights-33 [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-33 Rebirth Pt-1 WEST PHILLY Divine Graham stepped out of the walk-in closet her husband had designed especially for her, dressed in the latest designer garbs of the fashion world. She walked over to her vanity where her makeup rest, then began applying her daily war paint. She was just finishing up her masterpiece when she saw a shadowy figure appear behind her. Always on the alert, she grabbed her gun from her purse, she spun around with every intention of shooting first and asking questions later... "HEY, HEY, HEY..., hold on..., it's ME..., --MONEY!" said the man standing in her bedroom, his hands raised above his head defensively. "MONEY!" cried Divine, jumping up from her seat as she rushed across the room and into his arms. "Why haven't you called me...? I've been worried sick wondering if you were alright! (last seen in chap-29). Where's Dedra...? Is she safe...?" "She's safe..." said Money, breaking contact. "Well..., WHERE is she...?" asked Divine, "I'd LOVE to see her!" Money hesitated, pacing the floor... "I don't think I should say..." he said, cautiously. "...every time I think Dedra and the baby's safe..., something happens to put them in danger...!" "THAT'S why you should tell me where she is..., so we can get her and put her in a safe place...!" insisted Divine. "It doesn't have to be here in Philly..., we can send her anywhere...! Miami..., LA..., Jamaica..., Europe...! She'll be safe out of the country!" "You think I'm gonna send my wife outta the country in HER condition...?" asked Money. "We could make sure she has around the clock medical care...!" reasoned Divine. "It doesn't have to be complicated..., she'll have the baby, and will be back here before you know it...!" "I'm NOT sendin' my wife away!" stated Money, firmly. "Okay..." said Divine, sensing resentment. "...I'm not the enemy here..." she added, feeling the need to point it out. "...we're in this together...!" "Are we...?" asked Money, curiously. Divine looked hurt... "How could you ask me that..." she asked, stepping in closely. "...after everything we've been through...? You know I love y..." Money pushed Divine's hand away before she could touch him. "What's wrong...?" she asked, grabbing his jacket sleeve. "You don't TRUST me anymore...?" Money looked torn... "I don't know WHO to trust...!" he said, pulling away. "You don't TRUST me...??" asked Divine, grabbing his arm again more insistent, pulling him around to face her. "You don't trust ME...??!" she asked, expecting an answer as Money looked into her eyes. "I CAN'T trust you..." he said, crushing her heart as he looked straight through her soul. "...NOT with my baby's life at risk!" Divine lowered her head to collect her thoughts, not wanting Money to see her weakness... "I understand..." she continued, once she'd gotten herself together. "...little Money and his mother are more important..., TOO important to risk anything happening to them...! Keeping their location secret is probably the best thing to do..., if only so you can realize I have nothing to hide...! I'm not the one putting your family in danger!" "I know..." said Money, feeling stressed. "...I...KNOW you have nothin' to do with it..." he added, taking a seat on the bed. "...it's just..., SOMEBODY knows our every move...! I'm just tryin' to narrow down who it is before it's too late...!" "I GET it..." said Divine, rubbing Money's shoulders. "...I understand...! Don't worry about me..." she added, taking off his jacket. "...just sit back and relax..., let momma make it all better...!" "Divine..." protested Money, playfully pushing her away. "...this ain't what I came here for..." "No...?" questioned Divine, kissing Money about his face and neck. "No..." answered the married man. "...I came here cuz YOU said we had business to take care of...!" "We DO..." said Divine, pushing Money back on the bed as she started to undo his pants. "...STIFF business...!" Money didn't fight as Divine undid his trousers, then pulled out his growing erection. He laid flat back against the bed as she took him expertly into her mouth, swallowing him whole as she nestled her pretty painted face in his groin... Pt-2 SOUTH PHILLY A-Building 16 year old Jerome junior and his best friend (16 year old Todd Meriwether) sat outside their apartment building, watching life pass them by. They sat in silence for several minutes after Junior told Todd what he and his sister walked in on with his parents and their pastor. Todd was speechless. Having already known about Junior's father, now he just learned the mother was possibly just as big a slut as her husband. The thought of mrs Taylor giving up the cootchy made Todd's dick stir, as he wondered if she'd be open to letting a teenaged boy between her legs...? Feeling guilty about having bad thoughts about his best friend's mom while Junior was still in such obvious pain, made Todd feel like a bad friend. "You know..., just because your dad's a slut, don't mean YOU have to go the same route!" he said, trying to be supportive. "You think...?" asked Junior, curiously. "My dad's been fucked up the ass by more guys than I can probably count..., you don't think some of that would rub off on his children...?" "No..." said Todd. "...my dad was a career criminal who became a Muslim while in prison..., you think I'm gonna be following in HIS footsteps...? I'd rather follow Obama!" "Well..." thought Junior out loud. "...your dad's probably butt fucking men in prison..., and you've butt fucked guys out here, so..." "ONE guy..." corrected Todd. "...YOUR DAD...! And you've fucked him too..." added the teen, defensively. "...butt fucking ONE guy don't put me on the path of my dad's career...!" "What about butt fucking two guys...?" asked Junior. "I haven't butt fucked two guys...!" defended Todd. "I have..." admitted Junior, much to Todd's surprise. "...I butt fucked Donovan on the roof with Cole..." (chap-28). "Donovan Stiles gets butt fucked...??" questioned Todd, curiously. "Ain't he in the NJM with Kane and MarliQ and them...?" "Apparently you have to pass some kind of initiation to become a NJM member..." explained Junior. "A BUTT fucked initiation...?" suspected Todd. "Yeah..., and apparently Don liked getting butt fucked by the gang, so he continues to let them do it to him...!" "Damn..." said Todd, thinking aloud. "...so do you think ALL the members've been butt fucked...? Including Jahleem, MarliQ, Tyrone, Cole and Kaleb...?" "I don't know..." said Junior, "I never thought about it..." he said, just as Tyrone came out of the apartment complex... "Junior..." he called, catching the boys' attentions. "...you wanted to join the NJM...?" he asked, bringing a shocked look to Todd's face. "Yeah." answered Junior, ignoring his friend's saucer eyes. "Kane and the rest of us'r waitin' for you inna basement...!" informed Ty, walking back into the building as Junior got up to follow. "Jerome..." called Todd, grabbing his friend's arm. "...you don't HAVE to do this, you know...! You're NOT your father...!" "I know..." said Junior, pulling away. "...I'm gonna be a gang member..., not a church whore!" he added before disappearing inside the building. Pt-3 Junior followed Tyrone Rollins downstairs into the building's basement. Most of the project residents were exempt from the basement levels (where boilers, heaters, and storage equipment were often housed), but building janitors and members of the NJM often used the basements and their connecting underground tunnels for maintenance, and drug transportation. Junior had never been in the building's basement before, and followed Tyrone through the maze of narrow hallways until they came upon a room filled with members of the New Jack Mafia (Kane, Jahleem, Tyrone, MarliQ, and Cole). "Wussup lil fella..." greeted Kane, inviting Junior into their domain as he reached out to shake his hand. "...I hear you wanna be one of us...! What's wrong..., you decide livin' the church life with yur holier than thou parents was'n all it was cracked up to be...?" "I want my independence...!" stated Junior, shaking Kane's hand. "I heard that..." laughed the older man. "...but WE interact as a family..." said Kane, not noticing the pissed off look on MarliQ's face behind him (who was still pissed off at being forced to submit to FUC [chaps-24 & 25] ). "...we look out for one another..., we cover each other's backs..., and we NEVER go against the gang! If you become a member, you're a member for life! The punishment for betrayin' one of yur brothers is death! DO you still want to be a member...?" "Yes!" said Junior without hesitation. "Alright..." smiled Kane, racking up another member. "...get down on yur knees...!" Junior didn't like the sound of that order, but he did it nevertheless, getting down on his knees before the neighborhood drug lord. "Take out my dick!" ordered Kane, looking down at the teen boy. Junior swallowed hard as he nervously lifted his hands to Kane's waist and began undoing his fastens. Once he opened his pants, he pulled down the waistband of Kane's boxer shorts and lifted out his soft dark penis. "Get it hard!" he ordered, as Junior started to stroke it back and forth. Slowly, eventually the dick started to harden and lengthen, growing bigger and fatter in Junior's hand until it measured its full 9 and 1/2 inches. This was the first time Junior had ever seen another man's dick up close. He couldn't help studying it, admiring it for the first time as he saw it from different angles. "Suck it!" ordered Kane, causing Junior's heart to freeze solid in his chest. Junior looked around at the other NJM members as they all circled about to witness Junior's final descent. Junior closed his eyes, then titled his head upward as he licked his lips and opened his mouth... Kane watched as Junior stretched his soft teen lips around his dick, taking it into his mouth for the first time. Members of the NJM celebrated as they watched another brother being born. They popped the caps on their 40oz malt liquors, toasting Junior's ascension in their ranks as he wrapped his lips around the boss's manhood and started to bob his head back and forth. Junior marveled at the taste and texture of another man's dick in his mouth. Surprisingly it wasn't nearly as awful and disgusting as he believed. Junior had always expected dick to taste like piss, shit, sweaty balls, or anything else considered nasty and distasteful. He didn't expect it to have its own signature feeling in his mouth, unlike anything else he had ever sucked or ate in his life. It wasn't like he was having an epiphany (discovering his feminine side and swearing off women forever), no, tt was more like a realization, that dick sucking wasn't nearly as nasty as girls pretended it was. Kane had no intentions on using Junior's mouth to completion, he just wanted to bring the boy down from his comfort level, letting him know where his ranking was among the current members. He stood with his hands on his hips, watching Junior slowly bob his head back and forth as he ran his lips over the head and only about an inch or two of Kane's shaft. Kane's dick stayed stiff not because of Junior's expertise, but because his was obviously the very first dick to ever penetrate the boy's mouth. He had seen Junior and Todd hanging together a lot over the years, and often wondered if their simple friendship had ever gone beyond just friends? How often were two hommies in the hood, going at it hard on the basketball court while swinging hard secretly in the sheets? However Junior's obvious oral virginity killed any ideas Kane might've had that he and Todd were secret butt buddies. Stepping aside, Kane made room for the next homboi to step up and sample Junior's mouth. Junior's eyes opened when Kane unexpectedly pulled away, then made room for Tyrone who simply reached into his zipper and pulled out his light brown erection. Junior looked up at the 27 year old briefly, then darted his eyes down to his dick. Tyrone's dick was completely different from Kane's (angle, color, length, AND shape). Junior closed his eyes and opened his mouth, then waited as Tyrone slowly inched forward until he was fitting his dick directly between the boy's parted lips. Unlike Kane, Tyrone rested his free hand on top of Junior's head, while holding his extra long t-shirt up over his hairy naval. He slowly moved his hips back and forth, slow fucking the neighborhood boy's mouth with just a few inches, knowing Junior's oral skills were nonexistent. Junior felt the second dick sliding between his lips, the angle completely different as Tyrone's dick curved slightly upward. The dick head moved back and forth over his tongue, bursting through his lips with each inward stroke. Junior couldn't bring himself to look up at the men while their dicks were in his mouth, it was too much like submission (being powerless), and he didn't want to see the faces of the men he sucked looking back down at him judgingly. Junior didn't really know Tyrone, except for seeing him about the neighborhood often. Junior's parents often kept him and his sister off the streets and out of drama by immersing them in church functions. But was church any better of an environment, when the prominent reverend Malcolm H. Holmes was found boning their mother and father? Junior was surprised when Tyrone pulled from his mouth after only a few minutes of sucking. Jahleem was next as his long soft dick and hairy balls hung low over his tucked boxers. He stepped up to Junior with his dick in hand, flopping it about as he presented it for sucking. Junior opened his mouth, then had to duck his head underneath and scoop up Jahleem's low hanging dick with his mouth in order to suck it. Of all the dicks thus far, Jahleem's was the most different. The shaft (while long and rubbery) was thinner than both Tyrone's and Kane's, and there was extra skin bunched about the head like a hood, keeping the moist shrouded from view. Junior also through Jahleem's dick tasted the funniest, with deposits under the skin causing the taste to be `off'. Of the 3, Jahleem's was Junior's least liked, but he kept the dick in his mouth and continued to suck, not wanting to refuse and anger anyone. Jahleem lifted his black t-shirt and hooked it behind his head and neck, exposing his entire torso. His slim build showed a very ripped stomach, with a thin chest, and knotty pubic hair. Junior closed his eyes as he suckled, feeling the rubbery snake starting to slowly stretch and lengthen. Jahleem's dick was easier to hold in his mouth, as its thinner shaft didn't stretch Junior's mouth nearly as much. However Jahleem's dick didn't grow completely hard either, so the 21 year old stepped back, pulling his dick from the boy's lips to make way for MarliQ. 20 year old MarliQ Johnson ripped open his jeans and exposed his fat thick 9" dick. Of all the dicks in the room, MarliQ's was the fattest (fitting for his chunkier build). He stepped up to Junior and aimed his dick towards his mouth, leaving it up to Junior to lean forward and take in. Junior's eyes crossed as he stared down at the dick head while leaning in close. Opening his mouth, he allow MarliQ's fat woodie to slide between his lips. Junior quickly closed his eyes just before the dick and mouth made contact. MarliQ felt the boy's mouth wrap around his dick, but felt very little else. Junior found MarliQ's dick head filled his mouth almost to capacity, making it difficult to take any more in. He could only polish the knob, sucking and suckling it as he would a giant bulbous lollipop. MarliQ could feel Junior's tongue sucking at his dick head, the sensation was unlike anything the 20 year old had ever felt before. His dick (while already hard) started to lurch, swelling slightly as the unexpected head action titillated his sensors and made MarliQ's dick salivate pre-cum. Junior got his first taste of the sweet nectar as it started to form at the tip of MarliQ's reacting dick. MarliQ found the intense sucking of his dick head almost too much to bear. He stifled a groan as his eyes fluttered shut. His breathing increased as he reached down to grasp Junior's shoulders for support. Junior felt the tight gripping of his blades as he glanced upward to see MarliQ's face in total bliss. A split second later he felt the dick swell and throb, then felt his mouth fill with the sudden copious pulse of warm cum. "AHH...AHH...UHH...UHH...ARHHH...ARHHH...AWW...AWW SHIT...DAMN...AHH..." panted MarliQ, in the thralls of passion. Junior felt his mouth fill with juice, but was at a complete lost as to what to do with it. Of all the dicks so far, MarliQ was the first to cum, leaving Junior with a panicked look in his scared eyes as he realized his mouth had just been dumped in. "AWW SHIT...!" moaned MarliQ, stumbling backwards after an intense but unexpected orgasm. Tyrone broke his fall as the others all laughed at his premature climax. MarliQ looked embarrassed, but was so overwhelmed by his release to really care... "Swallow that!" ordered Kane, as Junior continued to kneel, his lips sealed and his cheeks bulging, looking for a place to spit. Junior looked up at Kane in disbelief. Swallowing another guy's cum load was more than the 16 year old had expected. He did so reluctantly, swallowing a little at a time. The first gulp nearly gagged him, causing him to nearly vomit as his throat locked up and his stomach seized. Afterwards he was able to drink more, taking small doses until finally all of the sperm in his mouth had been consumed. After the final swallow, he opened his mouth and extended his tongue, showing the members his determination to become one of them. Cole was the next in line... "Yur turn, Cole...!" said Kane. Junior watched the smirk on Cole's face as he walked up to him, the hardon in his pants practically bursting to get free. Cole unfastened his own pants, then pulled out his 6" erection. Junior had seen it before, in Donovan's mouth that day on the roof. Of all the guys in the room, Cole was the one Junior wanted to blow the least. Friends from childhood, he could see the smugness on Cole's face, and knowing he had just boned his sister was another reason why Junior didn't want Cole's dick anywhere near him. Cole stroked his dick as he presented it to Junior... "So you gonna SUCK this thing or what...?" he asked, feeling like the big man on campus. Junior wanted to punch Cole in the gut and show him who had the bigger dick, but he knew Kane and the others were watching, and he didn't want to risk doing anything that might jeopardize his chances of becoming an NJM, not after just swallowing MarliQ's ball juice. Junior crawled forward until he was eye level with Cole's dick. Cole released his hard manhood as Junior reached up to take over stroking it for him. Leaning forward, Junior closed his eyes and opened his mouth to take it in, only to have it ripped away before he could taste it... "NO..." protested Cole, holding his dick at bay. "...OPEN your eyes...!" he insisted. Junior looked directly into Cole's eyes as he took the teenager's dick back in his hand, then aimed it towards his open mouth. Cole smiled broadly as he watched his dick enter Junior's mouth, the head and several inches disappearing between his parted lips. Unsatisfied with just watching Junior suck, Cole grabbed the back of his former friend's head and started to face fuck him, forcing his head back and forth as he roughly fucked Junior mouth like a rapist. "Damn Cole..., clam down hommie..., we're only supposed to be samplin' his mouth...!" reminded Tyrone, watching Cole take advantage. When the guys reached in to break them up, Kane intervened... "No..., let it play out..." he said, amused. "...I wanna see Cole express himself...!" Spurred on by Kane's encouragement, Cole made a show of using Junior's mouth as a fuck tool. He gripped the sides of his head tighter, then fucked his face rougher, forcing more dick between the boy's mouth than he was comfortable with, choking Junior on his dick. Junior struggled to keep up as Cole fucked his face, spit drooling from the corners of his mouth as the steel hard boy-rod beat against his inner cheeks and tongue. Cole pulled Junior's head in whichever direction he wanted, holding his head tightly while thrusting his hips back and forth, drilling nonstop as he rammed, fucked, and tortured his former play friend in ways he'd only dreamt of. Junior could have fought, he WOULD have fought, except that would only succeed in getting him kicked out of the gang before he was even enlisted. Instead he tried to keep up with Cole's extreme demands, following his lead as he tried not to throw up all over him. But Cole was getting out of control. He pulled Junior out into the middle of the room, dragging him on his knees, holding him by the head with his dick halfway lodged in his throat. The NJM members merely watched, saying little as they jerked themselves into erection as Cole tried to make a fool of Junior. "You enjoyin' yourself, kid...?" laughed Jahleem, watching the spectacle. Everyone had their own mixed emotions about what Cole was doing, but MarliQ seemed the most affected, getting turned on by the sadistic scene. He was stroking his dick the strongest of everyone. No one was really paying him any immediate attention, until he suddenly started hosing another load (his 2nd) onto the basement floor. "DAMN man..." reacted Tyrone, jumping out of the way of the spray. "...you aiight, nigga...?" "I'm...fine..." stated MarliQ, coming down from his high as he milked the last of his load from his swollen dick head. Kane made a mental note that MarliQ liked it rough, and wondered if he was approachable even with the absence of FUC? Meanwhile Cole was busy fucking Junior's face, twisting his head sideways as he jammed his dick further down his throat. He held Junior by the back of the head and neck, ramming back and forth as his dick head drilled into the soft fleshy interior of Junior's inner throat. "uuugggkkkkhhh...!" choked Junior, throwing up all over Cole's crotch and pants. "SON OF A BICTH!" yelled Cole, jumping back after releasing Junior's head, --his pants, dick, and pubes coated with Junior's stomach contents. "That's what you get!" laughed the others, making fun of Cole's misfortune. "Go clean yurself up..." said Kane, giving Cole the boot, as the others laughed and pointed. Kane then stepped to Junior (who was wiping his mouth on his sleeve), "...and YOU..., get undressed...!" Pt-4 WEST PHILLY Divine Graham slept comfortably in the arms of the man she loved. DeWayne (D-Money) Wright lay behind her, his soft satisfied dick still half lodged in her well fucked ass. He had one arm wrapped about her torso, cupping her breast in his hand, thinking about his wife and unborn son hiding out at Dedra's parents house in NJ. Getting up, Money slowly eased away from Divine, making sure not to wake her as he slipped his dick from her ass and carefully got out of bed. Using the master bathroom, he peed into the toilet bowl without flushing, not wanting to risk waking her. Making his way back into the master bedroom, he wandered over to Divine's vanity which housed pictures of her, her deceased husband, Dedra, and (of course) Money. The pictures were before Money and Divine started messing around, but he could easily see her admiration for him in the pictures as she looked at him, even when they weren't the only ones in the pictures. Money sat down at Divine's vanity, looking over her extensive makeup products. It certainly took a lot of work to look that gorgeous. Curiously Money began to open her draws, interested to see what she held inside. Expecting to see wigs or more makeup catering to Divine's own vanity, instead he found Pooh's old black book, with a list of high ranking names and contacts into the Underworld. Money thumbed through the pages, seeing some familiar names, as well as some un-familiar. Some of the new entries were in Divine's handwriting. One in particular that caught Money's attention was marked `hitman', with the addresses of the restaurant they dined at during the first attack (The PRECINCT chap-38, pt-2), and David's private home address where the second attack came (chap-28, pt-3). Money felt a cold chill run up the back of his naked spine as the realization that Divine (in all likelihood) was behind the attacks. Armed with this new information, Money got up from the vanity and stormed over to the bed where he ripped the blankets off covering his sleeping lady boss. Divine awoke as Money gripped her painfully by the arm, then wrestled her from the comforts of her husband's bed. "DeWayne...! Wha..., what is WRONG with you...??!" she asked, coming to her senses as he dragged her to her feet. "What the HELL are you doing...?!!" "What's THIS...??" asked Money, shoving the book in her face. Divine's eyes widened guiltily as she looked over at the vanity to see her drawers had been rummaged through... "WHAT were you doing going through my things...?" she asked, trying to deflect the question. Money got even angrier... "Don't fuckin' PLAY me, Widow..." he warned, angry enough to kill. "...I read a number for a HITMAN in here..., and the addresses of the restaurant we ate at, AND David's address...!!" "SO..." said Divine, as Money put the squeeze on her arm to let her know he meant business. "...I'm a Syndicate boss..., I'm supposed to have the numbers of hitmen!" "So if I dialed this number rite NOW and asked what yur last order was..., what would they say...?" asked Money straightforward, waiting for an answer. "I haven't called that number in MONTHS!" started Divine, vehemently. "Why don't we call...?" asked Money, grabbing up Divine's cell phone from the nightstand. "DeWayne..., WHY are you acting like this...?" asked Divine, as he searched the number from the book and began to Dial. "Do you REALLY believe I could be involved with putting your family in danger...??" she asked, as he put the phone to his ear. "Since when did we start mistrusting each other...? I thought we had an understanding...??" "Hello...?" said Money, as soon as the phone stopped ringing. Divine rushed over and snatched the phone from his ear, hanging up. "OKAY..." she said giving in, ready to come clean. Money braced himself. "...okay..., I CALLED..." she admitted, causing the anger in Money to bubble over. "...but I left orders that NO ONE was supposed to get hurt...!" "Are you serious...??!" asked Money, balling his fist as he looked for something to hit. "They SHOT my pregnant wife...! They almost KILLED my wife and kid...!!" "I know..." said Divine, feeling bad about that. "...they were only supposed to shoot at the wall behind us...! No one was supposed to get HURT!!" "Then you sent them out to David's house...!" continued Money, replaying the whole scene in his head. "They weren't going to kill anyone..., I promise...! They were only supposed to scare us...!" explained Divine. "Scare us...??" questioned Money. "They shot up David's house...! They nearly caused Dedra to miscarry...! You KNOW she's not supposed to be stressed out rite now...! WHY would you do somethin' like that...? WHY...??" "I..." started Divine, searching her mind for answers. "...you left me...!" she cried, emotionally. "We were having such a good time together, just you and I..., then SHE called and all of a sudden I'm all alone...!" "I'm MARRIED..." reminded Money. "...you KNOW that...!" "Yes, I KNOW..." yelled Divine. "...but it doesn't change that fact that I love you! I could be a BETTER wife for you! We have so much in common...! We're practically the same inside!" "I already have a wife...!" said Money, grabbing his pants up off the floor as he started to get dressed. "Where're you going...?!" asked Divine, as Money forced one leg through his pants. "We're having an argument..., you can't leave in the middle of a fight...!" "Watch me!" said Money, shoving his other leg through when Divine had a sudden panic attack... "NO..., you're NOT going anywhere...!" she screamed, shoving him over onto the bed while he was stuffing his leg into his pant. Jumping on top of him, she started trying to pull his pants back off. Money struggled to get her off of him, quickly realizing that Divine used to be a man and still had considerable strength left over from her testosterone days. The struggling started to become more violent as Divine purposely scratched Money, drawing blood. Money gripped her by her throat, then roughly shoved her down onto the floor. Divine scrambled across the floor to her purse, where she quickly fumbled through and pulled out a revolver and aimed it up at Money... Continued... ______________________________ 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.