Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2011 22:08:50 -0500 (EST)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: roswell heights-36

[Roswell Heights is a (fictional) high rise housing development in South
Philly, more commonly known as "the projects" or The Heights. It's three 15
story buildings (originally built back in the 50's), all within a few
hundred yards of each other. After years of mismanagement and neglect, it's
become a drug heaven for dealers and criminals.]

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ROSWELL HEIGHTS-36
The SETUP


Pt-1

SOUTH PHILLY


	16 year old Jerome junior lay in bed in his room, contemplating
recent events in his head. A lot has happened in the last few days. First
he and his sister came home from school to find their parents naked in bed,
getting royally fucked by their pastor (reverend Malcolm H. Holmes). On top
of that Junior discovered that his 14 year old sister was sexually active
with one of his adversaries, a former friend named Cole Richman. And as if
that wasn't enough, Junior decided to join the neighborhood drug gang by
getting gangbanged to prove his loyalty and worth.
	Junior couldn't believe he had to suck the dicks of 5 gang members
(AND let them fuck him) in order to join their gang. His asshole still
smarted from the ordeal, throbbing sorely whenever he least expected. It
took HOURS before he was able to sit down without flinching in pain, and
two full days before he was finally able to have a bowel movement! Junior
wondered how men like his father (Jerome senior) where able to get fucked
often? There simply was no way he was going to put himself through that
kind of ordeal again, even if his life depended on it.


"Junior..." called Jerome Sr, peeking his head in through his son's door as
he lay comfortably on his bed. "...your mother and I are going down to the
church..., we're leaving YOU in charge until we get back."


"Whatever." said Junior, uncaring.
	Jerome wanted to go in and soothe things over with his son (suck
his dick or something), but knew he really didn't have the time. He didn't
like seeing Junior angry (knowing he and his sister had seen him and their
mother getting fucked by the reverend {chap-32, pt-5} ), which was how he'd
been acting lately.
	Junior lay staring up at the ceiling (looking at nothing in
particular), when he noticed his father still peeking in at him... "Was
there something else...?" he asked, wondering what was up?
	Jerome looked back out into the family room nervously, then crept
quietly into the room...


"Are you okay, Jerome...?" he asked, knowing his son wasn't.


"I'm cool, dad." said Junior, lifting up on his elbows.
	Jerome senior looked a bit uneasy...


"You seem angry at me..." he said, testing the waters. "...if there's
ANYTHING I can do to make up for what you and your sister saw..., I
would...!" he offered, hoping to Junior would let bygones be bygones and
allow him the chance to suck his dick again.


"I wasn't gonna say anything..."said Junior, "...but since YOU brought it
up..., what the HELL was that all about...??!" he asked, stunning his
father. "I know you've been Kane's project hoe for awhile..., but REVEREND
HOLMES...?? Since when did HE start fucking you AND mom...??!"


"It's..., --complicated, Junior..." said Jerome, not sure what to say or
do.


"Really...?" asked Junior, looking dumbfounded. "It didn't LOOK
complicated..., it looked like the good reverend had his dick shoved all
the way up your ass...!"


"Don't TALK like that, Junior..." said Jerome, trying to retain some
authority. "...what you saw wasn't meant for you to see...! Things...and
time...just got out of hand...!"


"I'LL SAY!" said Jerome lying back down, finished with his father's
conversation.
	Jerome walked up to the side of his son's bed...


"If I could do something to make things better, I would...!" he said,
looking down at his son's crotch. Junior noticed his father's eyes staring
at his groin (undressing his crotch with his eyes), and got strangely
annoyed for some reason...


"Yo..., stop looking at my crotch...!" he yelled, throwing a pillow over
his midsection.


"I'm...I'm...sorry son..." said Jerome, realizing it was too soon.


"Don't you have a date to suck the reverend off, or something...?!" snipped
Junior, as his father left his room shamefully.
	Junior lay with his hands tucked behind his head, listening as the
front door to the apartment close as his parents went off to do god knows
WHAT with their pastor. After a few minutes he got up from lying on the
bed, then casually made his way out into the kitchen to raid the
refrigerator. Pulling out a bottle of Sunny-D, he was about to pour himself
some orange juice when he heard the unmistakable sound of crying coming
from his sister's room.
	Junior crept over to his sister's bedroom door and knocked...


"Who is it...?" she asked politely, sniffling.


"It's ME!" he said, testing the doorknob. "Can I come in...?"
	Rose looked over her shoulder...


"You're already IN...!" she snipped, grabbing a tissue from her sitting
table.


"I heard you crying..." said Junior, stepping into her purple and pink
girly room.


"Is there a LAW against it...?" she snapped.


"No..." said Junior, understanding his sister's anger. "...but I know WHY
you're crying..." he continued, "...and although I know what we walked IN
on the other day with mom and dad was bad..., it doesn't HAVE to reflect on
US as their children! Dad's a FREAK..., but that don't mean WE have to be
too!"


"I'm not crying because of what we saw the other day...!" sighed Rose,
holding back the tears long enough to talk.


"Then WHAT are you crying for...?" asked Junior, curiously.
	Rose hesitated telling, having refused to say it out loud. She
grabbed her stuffed Kermit The Frog off her table, then hugged it warmly,
as if it were her only friend in the world...


"I'm pregnant...!" she admitted, shocking her brother. "I'm pregnant...,
and COLE'S the father!" she managed to say before bursting into tears.


"Does Cole know...?" asked Junior, to stunned to ask anything else.


"He KNOWS..." said Rose, between fits. "...but he refuses to acknowledge
it! He said the baby could be anybody's..., as if I'm some sort of HOE or
something! When I told him he was the ONLY guy I'd ever been with..., he
called me a liar and said he never wanted to see me again!"


"Oh he did, did he...?" asked Junior, getting mad instantly.


"He told me he LOVED me...!" continued Rose, feeling played. "He said if I
PUT OUT for him he'd be my boyfriend...! He was nothing but a liar!"
	Junior was seeing RED. After what Cole had done to him (chaps-34 &
35) and his sister..., he knew it was high time he learned what being an
ASSHOLE got him...!


"Don't worry..." said Junior, comforting his sister. "...I'll have a talk
with him...!"
	Rose looked up...


"You're not going to fight him, are you...?" she asked, concerned.


"No..." lied Junior. "...I just want to hear HIS side of the story...!
Don't worry..., I'll be tactful..."


Pt-2


MANAYANK

	52 year old David L. McConnell sat at his laptop, brushing up on
political facts and figures, doing his homework for the upcoming mayoral
campaign. Brian Dunn (McConnell's reluctant assistant) had given him a
package of material to beef up on. Any mayoral candidate was expected to
know what state of affairs his city was in, with ideas to counter its
budgets, taxes, unemployment, laws and government. McConnell had been at it
for hours, throwing himself into his work, picking up whatever knowledge
his mind could absorb while eating nothing bit a bologna sandwich for
dinner.
	He was well into his studies when he heard a knock at the
door. Taking off his glasses, he got up from his computer desk and crossed
the room to the front door..., wondering who his unexpected guest was...?


"Malik...!" he called as soon as he opened the door.


"Hi..., said detective Malik Jones, a former employee of McConnell's,
"...you alone...?"


"uh...yeah..." said McConnell, thoughtfully. "...come in...!"


"I have dinner...!" said Malik, holding up Chinese. "Have you eaten
yet...?"


"Not really..., just a bologna sandwich...!" said McConnell.


"A what...?" laughed Malik. "...a blow-me sandwich...?"


"Is that an offer...?" asked McConnell jokingly, causing Malik to blush.


"I hear you may be running for mayor...?" asked Malik, taking the bags into
the kitchen.


"I'm seriously considering it." admitted McConnell, watching Malik place
the bags on the counter.


"And I heard about Ramone..." said Malik, sorrowfully. "...you made him
move out...?"


"He took it the wrong way..." said McConnell, leaning in the doorframe with
his arms crossed as he watched Malik at home in his kitchen, going into the
cabinets for china plates.


"How do you take `kick rocks', the wrong way...?" laughed Malik. "There's
only ONE WAY to take that...!"


"That's NOT what happened...!" laughed McConnell. "It's not like I didn't
want to continue seeing him..., --I just couldn't give the media anymore
ammunition against me than they may already have...!"


"You mean exploiting your relationship...?" asked Malik, sympathetic.


"No..., exploiting my GAY relationship!" corrected McConnell. "It had
nothing to do with him personally..., I really liked Ramone..., I would
have continued to see him indefinitely if he wanted...!"


"`Really liked', --hmmm..." repeated Malik, gritting his teeth as if
McConnell had just made a terrible mistake. "...that doesn't sound too
promising. I thought Ramone was the ONE...?"


"The ONE...?" asked McConnell.


"Yeah..." said Malik, opening up the Chinese containers. "...you know...,
THE ONE, the `I only have eyes for you' type..., the LOVE of your life!"


"Oh..." smirked McConnell. "...it's been a few YEARS since I had one of
those...!" admitted McConnell, making Malik blush as he began spooning two
equal servings of food onto two separate plates... "How IS Ramone,
anyway...?" asked McConnell.


"Oh, you know..." said Malik, licking the sauce from his fingers,
"...throwing himself into his work..., dating as many women as he can to
make up for lost time...!"


"Women, eh...?" asked McConnell. "Figures!"


"You know how men are..." said Malik, grabbing silverware from the drawer,
"...how WE are..., when something bothers us we tend to obsess on other
things..., particularly women and sex...!"


"Speaking of women and sex..., I hear congratulations are in order...?
You've become a proud daddy...?" asked McConnell, smiling at the thought of
Malik becoming someone's father.


"Yeah..." smiled Malik, handing McConnell his plate before heading into the
dining room. "...Fontella had a little girl, five pounds three ounces. Her
name's Lillian..., Lilly for short!"


"Does this mean you've given up on men...?" asked McConnell, curiously.


"uh..." stalled Malik, knowing nothing could ever make him totally straight
again. "...I DOUBT it...!" he said, taking a seat at the dinner table. "But
I will confess..., I'm here for more than just a simple social visit...!"


"Oh...?" asked McConnell, wondering what the REAL reason behind the visit
was for?


"Marvin's been arrested again...!" informed Malik, missing the not so
shocked look on McConnell's face.


"What for THIS time...?" asked the former police captain. "Drugs again...?"


"He was arrested for driving his brother's car with the rear taillight
out..." explained Malik. "...but when police searched the car, they found
drugs in his possession...!"


"Was he intending on using, or selling...?" asked McConnell.


"Marvin doesn't use..." explained Malik. "...so most likely he was
intending to sell...! It was that new experimental drug FUC that's been
going around! It's a mixture of Croc and Sextasy...! It's supposed to put
the user in a total state of mindless sexual bliss..."


"It makes them horny...?" asked McConnell, flabbergasted. "As if we don't
have enough date rape drugs in the world...! And worse yet, since it's a
combination of narcotics, that means it's also highly unstable and a danger
to anyone who uses it, --especially kids!!"


"Yes." answered Malik, playing in his food.


"So..." said McConnell, taking his first spoonful of Chinese food. "...what
do you want from ME...?"


"I was hoping..., --considering how Marvin has helped the Precinct in the
past to identify Tony Vincelli and stop a rush of drugs he was looking to
peddle into the area..., --that you'd help me get the charges against him
dropped...?" asked Malik. "PLEASE...??" he begged, trying to keep on
McConnell's good side.
	McConnell tried not to show any facial expressions when he heard
Malik's TRUE reason for visiting..., but his awkward silence sent daggers
through the air as Malik sensed something shady about McConnell's
reaction... "I...THOUGHT you liked Marvin...!" he said, seeing some
reluctance in his friend.


"I don't DIS-like Marvin..." said McConnell, having no real feelings for
him at all. "...I just don't understand WHY you keep associating with
him...? He's a KNOWN criminal!"


"A criminal who did his time...!" defended Malik.


"People like Marvin Rollins don't change their spots, Malik...!" stated
McConnell. "When you met him he was a drug dealer, among OTHER things...!
And now, TWO YEARS LATER..., he's still a drug dealer...!"


"If he was selling drugs..., he wasn't doing it for long!" argued
Malik. "I've been on his ass ever since he got out of jail...! He's been so
busy working at the restaurant, coming home, and making his parole meetings
that he hasn't had a chance to sell drugs...!"


"Yet and still he got caught carrying...!" said McConnell, sarcastically.


"Marvin's NOT a bad man!" stated Malik. "He HELPED us with the Roswell bust
when he didn't really have to! Why won't you help HIM...?"


"Because..." said McConnell, cutting himself off before saying something
embarrassing.


"Because WHAT...??" asked Malik. "Because ain't an answer...! Answer my
question...! WHY won't you help him...?!"


"Because..." repeated McConnell. "...he STOLE something very precious from
me...! Something I've NEVER been able to get back!"
	Malik looked surprised by McConnell's ferocious passion. He was
obviously still pissed that Marvin came between them, stealing him
away. "He's a DANGER to you, Malik..., to your career..., to YOU
physically..., to your LIFE! I can't help but believe you'd be better off
with someone else...!"


"You mean someone like you...?" asked Malik. "Don't you think I've wondered
what my life would have been like had we not broke up...?!" challenged
Malik, surprising McConnell. "Marvin's put me through a lot pain and
grief...! I wonder everyday where would I be had I never met him...?!!"


"Then WHY for the love of god do you STAY with him...??" asked McConnell,
frustrated. "WHY haven't you broke it off with him LONG ago...??! It CAN'T
be just for the sex...! Sex can't compensate for all the shit Marvin's put
you through...! And don't forget, you have a CHILD now...! Don't you think
that child ought to have some positive role-models in her life...??"
	Malik looked down into his plate, unable to look McConnell in the
eye. McConnell always had a father-figure authority over him, the kind of
authority that made Malik do what he said.


"I don' know why I continue to stay with him..." said Malik, almost at a
loss for words. "...I guess I..., I NEEDED him to help me grow..., to be
the man I am today...!"


"And what kind of man is that...?" asked McConnell. "The kind who would
quits his job again..., to follow Rollins back into prison...?!"


"Not THIS time..." said Malik, making a stand. "...I warned him that IF he
ever got convicted again..., that our relationship was over! I just can't
keep aligning myself with someone who keeps making the same mistakes...! I
have a baby now...!"
	McConnell clapped...


"I'm proud of you, Malik..." he said, reaching out to stroke the younger
man's shoulder. "...this is the first GROWNUP decision's you've made in a
long time...! Do you REALLY believe you could live without Marvin Rollins
in your life...?"


"I don't know..." said Malik, thoughtfully. "...but with the charges he's
facing..., not to mention this being his THIRD STRIKE..., I think I might
just find out!"


Pt-3

THE CHURCH OF FAMILIES OF CHRISTIANITY

	40 year old Jerome Taylor (and his wife, 39 year old Roseland)
pulled up at their family's church during early evening hours. Jerome
pulled the car into a nearby parking space (surrounded by a half dozen
other cars parked in the same area), causing some alarm in his
wife... "What are all these cars doing here...?" she asked,
surprised. "Isn't this supposed to be a private counseling session...?"


"Yeah..." said Jerome, unsure about the number of parked cars in the lot as
well. "...maybe the reverend had a lot of counseling sessions scheduled
today...? We should go in and let him know we're here...!"
	Jerome and Roseland got out of the car, then made their way up to
the church's side door and walked in. Reverend Holmes' office wasn't too
far from the front, as they quietly made their way into his waiting room.


"ah..., Jerome and Roseland..." greeted reverend Holmes, inviting them into
his office. "...right on time! How are you today...?"


"We're good reverend..." said Jerome, shaking the big man's
hand. "...Roseland was just wondering why there were so many cars parked in
the lot...?"


"Oh..." said Holmes, taking note of Roseland's paranoia. "...we may be
performing a wedding here in a few weeks..., and the couple's families
wanted to come by to size up the church...!" explained the holy man, easing
Roseland's fears that people were purvey to her and her husband's marital
troubles. "I assued you Roseland..., none of the congregation members know
you're here...!"


"Thank you, reverend..." relaxed Roseland, feeling better.


"Here..." said Holmes, pulling a bottled water from his desk. "...this will
help...!"
	Roseland took the water, opened the cap, then turned it up to her
lips. Reverend Holmes smiled as he and Jerome locked eyes. "Once your wife
has relaxed..., we can start with our session...!"


"Thank you, reverend..." said Roseland, taking a couple of sips. "...I feel
better now...!"


"Nonsense..." said Holmes. "...drink some MORE..., I want at least half
that bottle consumed before we start!"
	Jerome said nothing as Roseland drink more water, doing as her
pastor told. Reverend Holmes could feel his dick already starting to fill
his pants at the memory of Roseland Taylor buck naked with her legs wrapped
about his waist. He watched her in her conservative outfit, her plump
suckable breasts hidden behind a buttoned blouse and a good bra. Jerome
could see the lust in his reverend's eyes as he eyeballed his wife,
undressing her with his mind. Jerome too felt his dick beginning to harden
at the thought of another man desiring his woman.
	Roseland tilted her head backwards as he slowly finished off the
bottle, drinks its contents in its entirety. "Good girl, Roseland..."
cheered Holmes, disposing of the empty bottle for her. "...now just wait
here for a few moments while I make sure the wedding party has left...!"


"How do you feel...?" asked Jerome, as Roseland began fanning herself.


"I'm a bit flushed..." said the married woman, unbuttoning the top button
of her blouse.
	Jerome knew the bottle was tainted, that whatever reverend Holmes
used to bed Roseland the first time, was being repeated. He watched with
every passing minute as his wife became less and less formal, and more and
more loose. By the time reverend Holmes walked back in with his `wedding
party' (6 male friends who had paid contributions to the reverend
campaign), Roseland was all over her husband, bobbing her head in his lap
as she sucked his 7" hard dick.


"Gentlemen..." announced Holmes upon entry. "...just as I promised..., a
husband and wife for your entertainment...!"
	Jerome watched with excitement as the men gathered into the office,
the bulges in the crotches promising a night of fulfillment for he and his
wife...


Pt-4

ROSWELL HEIGHTS The Roof

	16 year old Jerome junior sat on the roof of his apartment complex
with his best friend (16 yr/old Todd Meriwether), as he explained his
sister's current predicament to sympathetic ears...


"That lousy motherfucker..." yelled Todd, upon hearing how Cole treated
Rose. "...he ought'a have his fucking dick ripped off and shoved down his
fucking throat!" he exclaimed, graphically. "I sure HOPE you're planning on
doing SOMETHING BAD to him...??" asked Todd, visibly angry. "Cause if you
don't..., I WILL!"


"Oh..., I ain't letting him treat my sister like some street hoe and get
away with it...!" stated Junior. "You down with helping me get some revenge
on that punk...?!"


"You're kidding me, right...?" asked Todd. "Rose's like a little sister to
me...! Anything you need me to do, I'll DO it!"


"Good..." said Junior, as they heard the door to the roof suddenly
opened. "...cause I told Cole to meet me up here..., so if you have
anything against forcibly butt fucking a nigga up the ass..., then I
suggest you leave before I get started...!"
	Todd smiled...


"I ain't going Nowhere..." he said, as Cole stepped out into the open...


"What's UP, bitches...?!" he asked, completely unaware of things to come...


PT-5

MANAYANK


	McConnell and Malik was just finishing up their dinner, and was in
the midst of cleaning the dishes when they heard a package being shoved
through the mail slot. McConnell got up curiously, then walked over to
retrieve a small plain envelope off the floor...


"What's that...?" asked Malik, noting McConnell's odd look as he opened the
front door to see who was giving him mail at such a late hour? But upon
looking outside, he saw no one in the immediate vicinity.


"Looks like a cd..., or a dvd..." he said, examining the envelope.


"Who from...?" asked Malik.


"I don't know..." answered McConnell, closing the door. "...it only says
`watch this' on it...!"


"No return address or a note...?" asked Malik.


"No..." said McConnell, walking to his computer.
	Popping the dvd into the drive, he stood back and waited for the
video to pop up. Malik got up and walked over beside him, curious to see
what the strange unmarked envelope beheld? McConnell was surprised to see
the shaky end of a handheld camera running down a flight of stairs, then
was even more surprised when the front door opened and there stood his son
Elliott.


"What's this...?" asked Malik, looking down at the screen.
	McConnell said nothing as he listened to the commentary as the two
men (his son and the unknown cameraman) walked back upstairs to a cheap
crappy apartment. He watched intently as Elliott talked briefly to the
other two males in the room, before falling to his knees to suck the camera
man's dick. "Oh god...! Is that Elliott...??" asked Malik, stunned.


"Yes!" said McConnell, skipping ahead to see Elliott getting fucked by the
first guy.


"Where'd this come from...??" asked Malik. "WHO would put this in your
door...?!?"


"Someone who obviously wanted me to see it!" said McConnell, skipping ahead
to the second fuck.
	Malik couldn't believe his eyes...


"Do you think Elliott knew he was being taped...?"


"Definitely!" said McConnell, skipping to the end where the cameraman came
all over Elliott's upturned face and extended tongue. After the coming, the
screen faded to black and the words formed `mayor candidate and former
police captain's (David McConnell's) son, Elliott McConnell..., is THIS the
man you want to run the city YOU live in...?'


"Oh my god..." said Malik, "...they're advertising this on television...??
WHO would do such a thing...??!"


"Obviously someone doesn't want me to run for mayor!" said McConnell,
stopping the disc.


"Given the circumstances..., NO ONE would blame you for bailing out of the
race...!" supported Malik, knowing McConnell would never want to hurt his
son.


"I'm NOT pulling out...!" said McConnell, shocking Malik. "Obviously THEY
expect me to..., THEY know as mayor I'd clean up this city and turn it into
something it's supposed to be! Someone's scared of me winning this race...,
and I'm NOT about to be intimidated and frightened into quitting!"


"But..., what about Elliott...?" asked Malik, as McConnell placed the dvd
back into its envelope for safe keeping...


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