Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2012 18:10:56 -0400 (EDT)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: the district-15

THE DISTRICT-15
GHOST TALES

Written by:
Eugene Marvin (aka)
NPhillydogg@aol.com


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THE BUNGALOW MOTEL
PHL AIRPORT


	The rain was coming down in sheets over Philadelphia Airport, with
thunder and lightning making ominous impressions across the darkened
skies. Outside in the parking lot of the Bungalow Motel [a known hideaway
for cheaters and the thrifty alike] sat an equally ominous black man,
seething behind the wheel of his car, his angry eye pinpointed on room 4B,
the room registered to 2 Philadelphia detectives having an intimate
interlude.
	The man [6', 220, muscularly built] got out of his car in the rain
[his thick 10" dick standing stiffly erect outside his zipper], and calmly
crossed the lot and ascended the stairs to the second floor landing where
he prepared to knock on the door...


	INSIDE lay 28 yr old police detective Malik Jones and his 34 yr old
regular narcotics partner Maleece Cortez, soundly sleeping off the
aftermath of their special [highly intense] one night encounter together as
Malik lay in spoon position behind Maleece, his hairless chest plastered
against the sleeping detective's bare back.
	As they nuzzled together in cozy comfort [Malik's arm wrapped
comfortably around Maleece's torso, hugging him closely {protectively} from
behind], their siesta was disturbed when Malik heard an unexpected rapping
on the door. Not wanting to awake his sleeping partner, he slowly unraveled
his arm from around Maleece, then quietly slipped out of bed and headed for
the door. He had no idea WHO could be calling at such an hour? Perhaps it
was motel management, telling them that one of them left their headlights
on? Perhaps it was a wrong room number?
	Malik didn't bother to robe, as he only meant to stick his head out
of the door. But as soon as he opened it, he was quickly snatched out onto
the second story walkway, and immediately shoved over the railing...


"Wait...! WHHHAAAAATTTT...???" he screamed, looking down at the hoods of
the parked cars below [his top-half teetering over the rail, while his mid
section {waist line} was the only thing keeping him from pummeling to the
ground below].
	Malik grabbed onto the railing [trying to right himself], but was
held over by the strong hands of the stranger. Malik looked [upside down]
between the rails, to see the boots and blue jeans of his attacker. Malik
began pleading, asking what the guy wanted and if he was sure he had the
right guy? He announced that he was a police officer, THEN noticed the huge
hard dick sticking out from the guy's zipper. Malik barely had time to
register what this was about, when the man stepped up behind him, then
rammed his dick straight up into his bent over ass.


"YYYIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH...!!!" screamed Malik, his screeches masked
by the rumbling of thunder overhead. The rain continued to pour as
torrential droplets soaked his head, bare back, and shoulders. Malik's feet
dangled several inches off ground, the total of his weight supported solely
on his waist and the iron railing keeping him from having head trauma in a
local hospital.
	Malik's asshole smarted profoundly after being fully penetrated by
10 inches of rock solid hardon. He struggled to get free, but the railing
[as well as the man's strong hands] kept him from getting a sure
footing. The man ground his pelvic bone into Malik's bare bottom, churning
his meaty prod around in his aching gut, holding Malik prisoner over the
railing while he enjoyed the way Malik's asshole pulsed and spasm around
his dick. Only when HE was ready did he pull back with his hips [sliding
his wrist thick dick from the officer dark depths], withdrawing his big fat
prick until only the bulbous head remained trapped inside the throbbing
hole. Malik could see [and feel] the huge dick withdrawing from his sore
anus, the solid shaft and hairy ball sac plainly visible with every flash
of lightning. The dick withdrew all the way to the head [the anal ring
flexing sharply around the trapped dickhead], then shifted directions and
thrust back inside, forcing through the sphincter muscles to bury deep
inside the bowel.
	Malik screamed again as the dick pummeled through him, fucking back
and forth with power and command. He knew immediately WHO was behind the
heavy thrusts...


"MARVIN..." he shouted, trying to look back over his shoulder. "...why'r
you doing this...? It's NOT what you think it is...!"
	Marvin reached down and looped his huge hand around the front of
Malik's neck [just under the chin], hoisting his torso up off the
railing. Malik's feet still dangled off the ground as Marvin held him about
the waist and neck, bouncing him on his fat dick as he continued to batter
his pelvic bone against his bare ass.
	Malik felt Marvin thrusting up into him, pounding his ass with deep
powerful strokes.


"I don't give a fuck, anymore...!" said the ex-convict, using Malik's
weight to shove every inch of his 10" pole straight up into the officer's
unprotected ass with every stroke.
	Malik's face twisted in absolute pain as his bowels were bashed
continuously on the end of Marvin's super-ramrod. "You can WHORE yurself
out to whoever you want..." snarled the muscled man, his thick lips next to
Malik's ear. "...but this the LAST time you make a fool outta me!"
	Marvin bounced Malik on his dick, locking his hands on Malik's
shoulders from underneath his armpits. Malik's own dick was rock hard,
swaying through the air unattended as Marvin rode him hard and
strong. Malik grit his teeth as his helpless asshole was practically mauled
by a mountain bear. He fought to break free, but was literally helpless
against Marvin's muscle mass. His dick erupted unexpectedly, shooting cum
all over the rain soaked floor. Marvin could feel Malik's hole spasm on his
dick, flexing wildly in perfect time with his orgasm.
	Marvin dropped Malik's weakened body over the railing, leaving him
dangling halfway over the edge, his asshole throbbing sorely as the
remnants of Maleece's semen [from earlier] began to leak from his open
womb...


	Marvin turned back towards the room, his stiff dick still pulsing
hard with life. He walked in to find detective Cortez still asleep in bed,
curled up on his side. Marvin removed the rest of his wet clothes, then
climbed into bed with Maleece. Without wasting time, he stripped Cortez of
his covers, then roughly rolled him onto his back. Maleece awoke
immediately, staring up into the face of a black assailant. "Malik...!" he
shouted out, wondering where his partner was?
	Maleece struggled to break free, but was easily held down by the
more powerful ex-convict, who wrestled Maleece into submission rather
quickly. Maleece could feel Marvin's huge hands around his throat, holding
him down against the bed, preventing him from moving or even making a sound
as his head, neck, and shoulders sank into the mattress.


	Maleece recognized Marvin as Malik's boyfriend, but that knowledge
meant little to him as he fought for his life. Marvin maneuvered Maleece
until the top of his head was wedged between the mattress and the
headboard, his hairy legs flaring wildly on either side of his waist as he
fought for leverage. Maleece was scarcely aware that Marvin's big exposed
dick was wedged between his ass cheeks [sticking up like an officer's black
billy-club0, until he felt the bulbous head nudging firmly against his
moist entrance.
	Maleece's eyes widened with shocked fear once he felt the huge dick
beginning to stretch the anal ring. Marvin saw the realization [as clear as
day] on Maleece's face, then thrust forward with all his might before the
officer could protest. His dick shoved 10 inches deep on the first thrust,
breaking through Maleece's poor ring to batter its way directly into his
gut without stopping.
	Maleece's eyeballs popped out of their sockets as his face twisted
in agony, his mouth gapped open as his face reddened with anger and
hostility...


"AAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!" he managed to scream aloud as his body was
suddenly impaled on 10 rock solid inches of hard black meat.
	Marvin paused to enjoy the resistance of Maleece's strong sphincter
muscles clamped violently about his deeply embedded dick like a vice,
trying desperately to repel him from his aching bowel. Marvin loved how the
anus spasm and flexed about his shaft, choking and massaging his monster
dong at the same time, causing his dick to pulsate and throb in the hot
heated sheath of Maleece's anal furnace.
	Marvin ground his hips against Maleece's ass, churning his meaty
rod around in his gut. Panic washed over Maleece's shocked face when Marvin
started to pull back, withdrawing his enormous rod to the head before
slamming back in, pulverizing the anus with his gigantic battering ram.


"AARRRHHHH SHIT...!!" screamed Maleece, feeling the full fuck of Marvin's
thrust. Marvin kept his hands firmly planted about Maleece's chest and
throat, pinning him down as Maleece's legs flared, trying to wrestle from
up under him.
	Maleece could feel Marvin's fingers cutting in around his throat,
obstructing his breathing as he fought to keep conscious. Marvin started to
thrust through him, fucking his asshole as his big dick ripped through
muscle and flesh to bury itself with each inward thrust. Maleece struggled
for release, but Marvin Rollins was an ex-convict used to getting what he
wanted from men. His broad shoulders and protruding muscles insured
whenever he pinned a man down, he stayed down. He held Maleece prisoner,
even as Maleece tried fighting with his asshole [flexing the anal muscles
to try to wrench himself free or (at the very least) limit Marvin's
depths], but the dick would just break through the gripping sphincters to
bury deeper inside the pulsing rectum, laying claim to everything it
touched.
	Marvin's looked down between their crashing bodies to watch his
dick sliding in and out of Maleece's hairy ass, and noticed remnants of
semen from the loaded anus glistening on his thrusting dick [making his
prick slide easier]. It then became obvious that Maleece had been fucked by
Malik, which somehow made Marvin even angrier as he began to fuck Maleece
harder. Maleece grit his teeth as his asshole went under fire, taking the
brunt of Marvin's thrusts as he power drove his meaty shaft through the
officer's stretched chute with increasing speed and force. The 2 men stared
one another down, neither relenting as their bodies crashed together
repeatedly with powerful slaps.


	The sturdy motel bed slammed against the wall as the 2 men
fucked. Grunts, groans, and growls filled the room, over shadowing the
rumbling thunder outside. To detective Cortez's complete horror, his own
dick started to rise and harden, indicating an excitement to his ordeal.
	Marvin noticed the rising erection also, and frowned when he
realized the officer was beginning to enjoy it. Taking an officer's manhood
[fucking him like a bitch that didn't matter] had always been an ongoing
fantasy for guys like Marvin Rollins. Cops were the bane of his existence,
the ones that busted him and ruined all of his chances of becoming
successful in his community. Reducing some of these officers, turning them
into drooling sluts with nothing more than his muscles and manhood, made
Marvin feel like the most powerful man on the planet. Not many guys could
stand up to his physicality, strength, NOR his amazing 10" wrist thick
super dick. He often used it as a weapon, to get what he wanted from those
who either desired it, or feared it. The END results were always the same,
they'd leave the experience feeling well fucked and humiliated. Some [like
Malik] came back for seconds, while lesser men ran in the other direction
whenever they saw him coming. But none of them ever forgot him, nor the big
dick he used to ruin their lives and assholes.


	Marvin began to notice Maleece struggling less and less, his body
became more receptive to his plunging dick as Maleece's legs rose higher to
help expose his numbing anus. Maleece was just as shocked as Marvin that
his body was starting to accept the brutal fucking happening to him. He
hated himself for falling into `Malik' territory [becoming a willing
participant to his own rape], yet he couldn't deny what Marvin's relentless
torpedo was doing to his hull. The dick barreled through everything in its
path, knocking down walls and sphincter muscles, leaving nothing in its
wake but quivering flesh.
	Maleece's eyes widened with astonishment, anguish, and fear when he
realized the big black dick no longer hurt, that it was filling his body
completely, giving him what he'd always missed. He could feel the dick
speeding in and out of him as Marvin got closer to climax. He could see the
rapist's eyes beginning to roll over white in their sockets as Marvin's big
prick swelled and strained inside him.
	Marvin took one last plunge into detective Cortez's tight ass, then
came...


"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGG...!!!" yelled Marvin,
shooting a ton of built up semen directly in the detective's ass.
	Maleece could feel the huge dick pulsating inside him, then he felt
the deluge of semen suddenly flooding his fully packed colon.


"AAARRRRRHHHHHHHH...!!" he yelled, coming at that very moment as his dick
shot about seven streaks of sperm across his own hairy chest and stomach.
	At that very instant, Maleece awoke from a dream/nightmare to find
his dick currently erupting [in REAL time] in detective Jones' mouth.
	Maleece looked around the room in a panic [seeing the door shut
securely and no signs of Marvin], then realized everything was just a
dream, although his current orgasm was completely real. Instinctively he
reached down and grasped Malik's head, forcing it further down on his
erupting dick, making his homo partner take more of his load.
	Malik happily accepted Maleece's cum, swallowing what he could and
painting his face with the rest. When Maleece finally let go of his head,
he looked up and smiled...


"You really needed that, eh...?" asked Malik, getting out of bed to wash
his face and get dressed. "Your dick was rock hard when I started sucking
it..., didn't take you long to bust either...! Were you dreaming about
something in particular...?" he asked, en-route into the bathroom.


"uh..." responded Maleece [short of breath], running his fingers through
his matted hair... "...yeah..." he said, listening to the sound of water
running... "...Jake...!"



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WEST PHILLY


	With the news media being relentless in its coverage of Officer
Elliott McConnell's `Police Sex Tape Scandal', Elliott had to go into
hiding, crashing at one of his high school friend's apartments until the
heat blew over, or until he spoke to his father.


"Of course you're welcomed to stay here for as long as you need, El..."
said Elliott's friend, Quintell [Quint] Robinson, inviting his long time
friend into his humble abode. "...make yourself at home, man...!"


"Thanks." said Elliott, feeling like a washout. "You've changed the place
around a bit..." he said, noticing some of the new furnishings Quint bought
since taking over the apartment solo.


"Yeah..." smiled Quint, proudly admiring his own furnishings. "...after
Raheim moved out, I took over his lease, and the rest was history...!"
	Elliott looked into the bedroom...


"Hard to believe THAT was the very spot that all my new troubles
started..." he said to himself out loud, recalling the making of the video
tape that was now ruining his and his father's lives. "...who'd have
guessed that such an innocent act of fun would lead to so much personal
destruction...?" he added, before turning to his friend. "It wasn't like I
was some big time porn star..., I made ONE sex tape with some friends...and
now my entire life's not worth shit!"
	Quintell couldn't help feeling sorry for his buddy...


"C'mon man..." he said, massaging the tension from one of Elliott's
shoulder, sympathetically. "...you can't let it eat you up inside..., YOU
didn't know any of this shit was gonna happen...!" he reasoned.


"I was STUPID to make a sex video..." yelled Elliott, loathing
himself. "...KNOWING I wanted to be a police officer! It was a DUMB move!
And now I'm put on permanent leave of absence until The Department Of
Internal Affairs investigates...! There's NO coming back from that!"


"You were a KID then...!" reasoned Quint.


"It was LAST year!" argued Elliott. "Nothing's changed..., except now I'm
in uniform and a public figure on the news!"


"How did the media get a hold of the tape in the first place...?" asked
Quint, curiously. "I ain't even get a chance to see it yet...! It wasn't
like you were a celebrity of something!"


"That's what I'd like to know...!" said Elliott, thinking. "Raheim had the
only copy that I'm aware of..., unless he made a few extras to gave
out...?" he thought aloud. "But Raheim moved away right after we did the
video..." he recalled. "...you don't think Raheim sent IN that video on
purpose, do you...?!" he asked his friend.


"WHY would Raheim do that...?" asked Quint. "Yall been friends for YEARS!
What would HE get out of it?"


"I don't know..." said Elliott, running the idea around in his mind. "...it
all just seems suspicious to me...!" he added.


"Well, did you TALK to him about it...?" asked Quint, unable to reason away
the coincidence.


"I WOULD, if I knew where he was...!" said Elliott, sitting down on Quint's
sofa. "I heard he might've moved to New York...!"


"Have you called his mom's house...?" asked Quint. "I bet SHE'D know where
he was...!"



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THE EMBASSY SUITS AIRPORT


	While mayoral candidate David L. McConnell's campaign camp refused
to make an official comments on Officer Elliott's Sex Tape, The reverend
Malcolm H. Holmes' camp had plenty to say about McConnell's lack of control
in his own household...  "This is a prime example of how out of touch my
opponent is on the needs of the city!" said Holmes, as he and his lovely
wife [Cassandra] was spotted exiting a downtown restaurant in plain view of
the media cameras. "If he can't control his own adult children..., HOW on
earth can he be expected to control criminals? Budget the city? Reduce city
tax? Cut wasteful spending? Or do any of the OTHER million and one
important things a mayor is supposed to do for his people? While I, --like
every other citizen of this great city, is grateful for McConnell's long
running military and police work over the past 3 decades..., it's not
enough to simply say `I want to be your next mayor', the next mayor has to
live, breath, and commit to it 24-7...! And I for one don't believe
McConnell has that kind of commitment!"
	The media ran Holmes' comments day and night, trying to get
McConnell's camp to respond.


	Meanwhile Reverend Holmes and his people celebrated a victory as
poles for McConnell began to drop. When asked WHY voters were beginning to
have a change of heart, the majority of responses echoes Holmes's earlier
statement, saying despite McConnell's military AND police backgrounds, he
couldn't be trusted to run a city as big as Philadelphia if he couldn't
control his own house.
	Holmes sat back in his private room [away from his charitable
donators] watching the news reports on TV, and bursting into spontaneous
laughter every time they mentioned Elliott's sex tape, or McConnell's poles
dropping...


"You're really enjoying this, aren't you...?" asked Brian Dunn [Holmes'
personal campaign advisor, assistant, and secret confidant].


"Am I not supposed to...?" asked Holmes, sitting back in an old comfortable
high back chair, getting his dick sucked by a young white kid bussed in
from suburbia.


"I suppose..." said Dunn, sitting on a nearby desk, alternating watching
the news and watching Holmes get blown. "...it just seems ominous when
McConnell did nothing wrong to garner such distain from the public..."


"Did nothing wrong...?" asked Holmes, not liking Dunn's sympathies. "He's
running for MAYOR..., the same job I'm gunning for, need I remind you!"
yelled the older man, impatiently. "Since when do WE care about McConnell's
feelings or what HE's going through...?" asked Holmes. "Are you going SOFT
on me, Dunn...? You act like you're SWEET on McConnell or something...!"


"No..." blushed Dunn, dropping his head in denial. "...no...I'm not going
soft..."


"Good..." said Holmes, getting back to the blow job. "...cuz right now this
lil' punk, --who's been sucking on my dick for the past 30 minutes, is
about to get a mouthful of my nutt, if you wanna watch...?"
	Dunn watched the [before tonight] inexperienced teen sucking on the
reverend's thick dick, bobbing his head back and forth [as taught], making
throaty gurgling noises around the huge shaft every time the head bumped
too far down into his throat.
	Holmes's dark skin shaft was glistening with the boy's slick spit,
making it easier for Holmes to force more dick between the boy's pink lips.


	Like the last group of boys to come through one of Holmes' "fund
raisers" [chap-10], Christian had been bussed in with the false promise of
making fast money as a smuggler for a local drug dealer. The promise was a
quick in and out, but no one told the teens that the in/out reference was
in direct consideration to their assholes.
	Christian and about 12 other youths [ranging from ages 15 to 21]
found themselves ass up and doped on a new drug the dealers called
FUC. Christian found himself fucked many times over since arriving at the
hotel. His first encounter was with one of the drug dealers, who [after
forcing him to snort FUC] made him suck his dick. Like the other suburban
teens, Christian was easily intimidated by the mean looking city boys. He
complied with everything they told him to do, and started getting his
virgin mouth fucked even before the drug kicked in.
	21 yr old MarliQ Johnson was the man feeding Christian his first
dick. The boy had no idea cocks came so big [and black]. He was awe struck
from the moment it waved before his face. MarliQ rubbed the fat round head
over his lips [allowing him to taste it for the first time] before shoving
it into his mouth. Christian's mouth had to stretch wide to accommodate,
and even then it was like holding a big plum between his jaws. Christian
found it difficult to take much more than an inch or two without
gagging. He felt MarliQ's huge hands on the back of his head, guiding him
to take more. By then the drugs were starting to take effect, and
Christian's jaw started to relax and unhinge. Soon MarliQ was plowing his
mouth and throat with relative ease, ramming all 9 inches of fat dealer
dick down the white teen's throat. Christian's cock was rock hard with
excitement when MarliQ's first load exploded in his mouth, shooting great
gobs of creamy sperm straight into his young belly.


	Christian felt disappointed when MarliQ's dick withdrew and
disappeared. However, another dick suddenly took his place as an older man
[one of the reverend's benefactors] stood in front of him, presenting HIS
dick for sucking. The second dick wasn't as big as the first, but Christian
took it into his mouth anyway, polishing the bullet shaped head before the
man grabbed the back of his head and forced it down his throat. This time
Christian didn't struggle or gag, he simply allowed the man to fuck his
face and mouth at his own pace.
	The man held his head with both hands like a basketball, slamming
his curly haired pelvis bone into his nose with every stroke. Soon
Christian felt the deluge of cum cascading down the back of his throat,
leaving warm trails in his esophagus before dumping into his stomach acids.
	The third dick to come into Christian's life belonged to a club
owner, who was considering hiring one of Holmes' whores to give blow jobs
to his regular patrons behind a glory-hole in the men's main restroom. He
was on a mission to sample as many hot mouths as he could that evening,
feeding the hungry boys his cum loads before choosing a lucky
candidate. Christian found himself beginning to enjoy the hot pummeling of
his mouth, the way the horny men gripped his head and hair, thrusting their
thick cocks through his mouth and over his tongue to fuck into the back
reaches of his throat. He gobbled down the third load as it poured from the
club owner's dick, only to be flipped over and tossed on his belly by the
forth man.
	Christian had no idea HOW he was going to suck cock in THIS
position, but he didn't complain when he suddenly felt a warm tongue
wiggling into his ass crack. Having douched earlier [as instructed by the
drug dealers who informed them that they might be smuggling narcotics in
their rectums], the man stuck his tongue as far up his ass as it could
go. Christian never felt anything so gross or exquisite before in his life,
and shot an accidental load all over the carpet beneath him just as the man
was about to ram his 7" uncut erection straight up his ass...


"Oh yeah, kid...suck that dick..." moaned reverend Holmes, holding
Christian by the ears as he guided the boy's head back and forth on his
dick. "...suck your NEXT Mayor's big dick! C'mon, get that nut!"
	Christian knelt on the floor before Holmes, surrendering his mouth
and throat for fucking as the reverend used the [spaced] teen's ears as
handles, pulling and pushing his head back and forth along the full hard
length of his dick.
	Christian swallowed the reverend's fat prick with every intake, the
giant mushroom head showing a lumped imprint as it forced down into the
boy's ballooned throat. Christian's pink lips oval around the base of
Holmes' dick, as gobs of slick spittle oozed out about his hairy bloated
ball sac. On the upswing, the reverend would pull back on Christian's ears,
pulling his mouth up off his glistening shaft as his big black dick emerged
from the white boy's hot mouth. Christian would breath in a gulp of air
through his mouth [around the dickhead] before reverend Holmes would change
direction and pull his head forward once again, plunging his mouth on 8
hard inches of swollen meat.


"I'm about to cum...!" announced the mayoral candidate, fucking the boy's
mouth harder.
	Christian felt the man's hands switch from his ears, to the back of
his head as Holmes started bouncing his head faster. Christian barely had
time to register what was happening, when the reverend's dick suddenly
swelled, then started hosing thick clotted clumps of rich cum down into his
throat. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!" groaned Holmes, shooting a ball full of warm
liquid into the boy's stomach.
	Holmes released the boy's head as he fell back in his seat,
exhausted. Christian continued to suck and clean the reverend's dick,
sucking up juices [mixtures of spit and cum] and gobbling it down like an
addiction. Holmes smiled as he reached into the pocket of his dress shirt,
then pulled out what looked like a cigarette stick. He snapped it in half,
then held it down under the kid's nose and told him to inhale.
	Christian snorted up another dose of FUC before the reverend sent
him back out into the main room to be fucked by more donators...


"This..." he said to Dunn, who watched the young suburban kid wobble
towards the door [semen streaking down the backs of his legs, dripping from
his well fucked anus]... "...THIS is what's gonna cost McConnell the
election...! Once FUC hits suburbia, WHITE people will flock to the poles
to elect the good Reverend as their next Mayor, begging me to get these
narcotics off their streets!"


"And what happens when you can't honor your promises...?" asked Dunn. "You
think KANE will allow you to eradicate his biggest most powerful drug after
you're elected...? He's NOT going to give up that money so easily!"


"Kane can't sell anything if he's in jail...!" informed Holmes. "Once I'm
Mayor, the playing field changes...! Everyone knows that! And if they
don't..., then they're as stupid as McConnell!"



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WEST PHILLY


	Elliott pulled up outside the address he'd been given by Raheim's
mother. He hadn't spoken to mrs Johnson in a some years, and thankfully she
wasn't aware of his current status on the news. She happily gave Raheim's
new information, telling him how long he'd been back in town after moving
to New York City for awhile.
	Elliott pretended to be excited over the news, but knew deep down
that it wouldn't be a joyous reunion. He took a deep breath outside
Raheim's new apartment door [at the top of the 3 story walk up], then
knocked...




This story writing by NPHILLYDOGG#aol.com
aka EUGENE MARVIN
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