Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2012 15:02:45 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: the district-23 THE DISTRICT-23 Malik's Secret Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< WEST PHILLY Fontella CLARKSON had just returned home to the apartment she shared with her police officer boyfriend [Malik Jones]. She left the baby stroller downstairs under the stairwell [as usual], then put the baby to sleep in its bassinette while she took the groceries from the car upstairs into the kitchen and began preparing dinner. Things between her and her Malik had been rather mundane lately. She realized his last relationship was with another MAN, and that going from one extreme to the other [sexually] could probably confuse anyone, but she really liked Malik and wanted their relationship to work out [if for no other reason than for their daughter –Lillian]. Fontella figured the best way to a man's heart was through his stomach [at least that's what her grandmother always said], so she wanted to prepare Malik a fabulously home cooked meal when he got home from work. She was in the midst of chopping up vegetables when there was a knock at the door... "Malik...?" she called, coming from the kitchen [figuring he must have lost his key], wiping her hands with a dishtowel, only to find Marvin Rollins [Malik's ex-lover] standing in the hallway... "Oh...Malik's not here...!" she said, standing guard to keep him out. "I kno'..." said the muscle bound ex-convict. "...we ain't here to see HIM...!" he added, busting into her apartment uninvited. "`WE...'" asked Fontella, suddenly noticing the gentlemen behind Marvin starting to pile into the apartment one by one..., guys Fontella was intimately familiar with at one time or another, back when she was little more than a stripper... "Fontella..." smiled one of the men, grabbing her up in his arms before giving her a bear hug. "...been AWHILE!" Fontella could feel his erection pressing against her through his pants before he finally let her go and walked inside. "Sup babe?" asked another man, slapping her firmly on the ass. "Wh...what is this...?" she asked, frightened and confused. "Wuss wrong..., don't recognize half the niggas you boned at the Shaky Butt...?" asked Marvin, sarcastically. Fontella looked around at the 8 men standing around, making themselves home by turning on her television and stereo... Indeed she DID recognize them, guys she danced for at the club, who paid her for private [lap] dances in the backroom, dances which often times led to more intimate sessions. "What're you all DOING here..." she asked, as one returned from the kitchen with a 6pack Malik had chilling in the fridge. "...in MY house...?" "Ain't it obvious...?" asked Marvin, closing the door behind them [locking them in]. "They came here to watch you dance!" "You can't be serious!" said Fontella, watching as the guys turned the music up and pulled single dollars from their pockets... "This is my HOME! I'm cooking DINNER for Malik in the kitchen! My BABY'S in the crib, sleeping...!" "Then you'd betta hurry up and get started...!" suggested Marvin, not taking no as an answer. Fontella looked around at the men staring back at her, all of them familiar, but not a single one really having any real feelings for her. All she was [all she ever was] was a sexual fantasy, a quick relief the guys could go watch and see when they didn't feel like dealing with their women at home. SHE would dance for them, shake her ass and do wide splits in tiny thongs. The men would pay good money just to get a quick peek at her shaved snatch, or to bury their faces in her genitalia while she performed on stage. Sometimes they'd want to pay extra for special lap dances in the backroom. Lap dances only consisted of the dancers grinding their asses in the seated customer's laps in private, but sometimes the customers would want [or pay for] more, causing a bump and grind to become oral or intercourse. Fontella was popular, raking in good money. However when a long time customer/friend/client came in with an offer to do a hot 3some with him and his roommate/lover, Fontella found her world forever changed upside down... Seeing no other way out of this situation without complying, she began to slowly sway her hips side to side. The men took seats on the floor and furniture, tossing singles at her as she started to twist and turn her body to the music. The men [neighborhood customers to the strip bar she used to work] grew easily excited as she started to warm up to the music. Some of them were already sporting erections, grabbing their hardons in their crotches as she started to become more comfortable with them watching. It wasn't too difficult for Fontella to get back into dancer mode, she'd been stripping for years before meeting Malik and having their daughter. She often kept in shape by dancing aerobics in the apartment alone while Malik was at work. She still kept a lean body and a flat stomach, no one would have never known she had a baby if she didn't tell them. She had to admit to missing all the attention dancing on stage brought, however any ideas she may have had that mere dancing would satisfy these men hungry appetites, were quickly dashed when she heard... "Don't just dance bitch, take it off!" Fontella looked for Marvin, hoping he would somehow rescue her from her torment. However Marvin just stood in the background [watching], a strange smirk spreading across his face. Fontella knew Malik wasn't scheduled home from work for several more hours, so she started to unbutton her shirt, hoping the men would be satisfied with just a little slap and tickle? "Oh yeah bitch..., show us what'chu got!" drooled one of the men, as they became very vocal about ordering her to remove more and more clothing. Occasionally someone would walk up and grind on her ass while she danced, pressing his erection into her while she tried to ignore him. One man laid flat on his back, dangling money from his mouth, telling Fontella to sit on his face. When she refused, the men merely picked her up [lifted her shirt] and sat her down on the man's face. Fontella struggled to get up, but couldn't help groaning out loud erotically when he pulled aside her panty shield and began lapping at her vagina without consent. Hands roamed over her body [reaching into her brassier to squeeze her breasts], as someone physically pulled her over and started slapping her face with his erection. When Fontella tried to pull away, her hair was roughly grabbed and her mouth stuffed full of hard dick. Sensing her defeat, the men moved in for the kill, pulling out their hardons and forcing Fontella to stroke them while she sucked dick and get her pussy ate. Marvin smiled a huge grin as the woman HE used to know at the strip club started to slowly emerge... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< SOUTH PHILLY 21 yr old Elliott McConnell agreed to meet up with his former partner Jake Valentine. Jake was concerned for Elliott, and wanted to check in to make sure he was okay? The 2 men decided to hang out at a local tavern in South Philly, a place frequented by officers from the 5th District. "JAKE...OVER HERE!" called a voice from near the back of the bar. "Oh, THAT'S my brothers..." informed Jake, casually. "...come on, I want you to meet them!" Elliott followed Jake through the roughly crowded bar, excusing themselves as they made their ways over to Jake's brother's tables. "John, Jessie..., yu remember my partner Elliott, right...?" "Oh yeah..." said John, the 2 siblings greeting Elliott with handshakes before inviting him to sit with them. "...we met you in the Emergency room after you and Jakey-boy here stopped those armored car bandits!" said John, sizing Elliott up. "So how'r you liking Philly PD?" "Well..." sighed Elliott, as Jake ordered them beers. "...my DAD was a cop too..., so it sort of runs in the family!" "Yeah...? OUR dad was a cop too...!" said Jessie, finding something in common. "What Precinct...?" "The 23rd...!" said Elliott, feeling more comfortable around Jake's brothers now that they broke the ice with him. "Our dad worked out of the 5th..." they said, shaking their heads in agreement. "...that's why WE work out of the 5th now..., it's a legacy! We were trying to get Jake to transfer there, but for some reason he seems to like slumming in the 23rd...! uh, no offense..." apologized John [the eldest brother]. "None taken..." said Elliott. "Are you guys kidding...?" asked Jake, after taking a deep chug of brew. "If I worked with yall at dad's old Precinct, I'd have practical jokes pulled on me 23/7...! You guys don't know when to let up!" "At least you'd be better protected..." said John. "...you'd be surrounded by family, and friends of dad's...! Nothing at all'll happen to you...!" "Nothing has yet..." lied Jake, knowing since he joined Precinct-23 he'd been betrayed by his fellow officers and left for dead in the basement of a drug house, gang banged repeatedly by black drug dealers who also forced him to get high off the same drugs he was trying to get off the streets, kidnapped and placed as a sacrificial lamb for a strange cult, and fucked by armored car bandits who would have killed them had it not been for one of them knowing his partner Elliott from high school...! It'd been a wild 4 years! "That's what brothers DO!" joked Jessie. "Elliott, YOU got brothers...?" he asked [the middle bro]. "Just one...!" said Elliott [referring to David Jr.]. "And DID he rag on you as a kid...?" asked Jessie, trying to prove a point. "Yeah..." answered Elliott, "...WHEN we were little...!" he continued. "Not so much as adults..., we're not as close as we used to be..." "Aww that's fucked up, man...!" responded John, already a few beers to the wind. "I don't know WHAT I would do if my brothers and I weren't close!" he admitted, a little emotional. "In fact, I started dating one of Jakey's ex-girlfriends..." "Ex-FIANCE...!" corrected Jessie, hiding a smirk behind the mouth of his beer bottle... "...and HE got all hot under the collar and said I was a bad brother and all this shit...! I thought he was going to HATE me forever..., but look at us now..., sitting in our dad's favorite bar drinking brews together!" Elliott looked over at his partner... "I'll explain later..." said Jake, not wanting to get into it now... "...I think John's reached his limitations...!" "I'm not drunk!" defended John. "Jesssssie..., am I drunk...?" he asked, his face telling no lies. "No..." answered Jessie. "...you're SHIT FACED!" he admitted with a laugh. "Maybe I should drop you off at home...?" suggested Jake. "Not before I hit the HEAD...!" said John, getting up from the table and nearly losing his balance as he stumbled sideways..., Elliott helped break his fall as he stood up and caught him in his arms.. "Thanks man..." said John, chuckling. "...guess I am a LITTLE drunk..." he conceded. "I'll help you to the restroom..." offered Elliott, looking back at Jake as Jake silently nodded `thank you.' Elliott helped John Valentine across the bar and into the men's room, placing him in front of one of the urinals before backing off to give him his some privacy. John fumbled around with his fly, but looked to be having a problem finding his zipper... "You need help over there...?" asked Elliott, waiting by the sinks. John chuckled, drunkenly... "If you don't mind..." he asked. Elliott walked over and crouched on his knees, reaching up into Jake's brother's crotch to undo his zipper. As he was searching for the pulley, he noticed John's dick print beginning to snake across his thigh... Elliott looked up into John's [not quite so drunken] eyes, noting a knowing smirk curling on his lips... "...but I guess you wouldn't, would you...?" he asked, continuing where he left off. "I heard all about your VIDEO debut on the news..." he added, having had this whole incident planned out. "...I've got to say, I've never had HEAD from a fellow officer before..." he concluded, seeing the interest starting to show on Elliott's face. "...not by a MALE cop anyway...!" "Maybe we should go into one of the stalls...?" asked Elliott, not wanting to be caught out in the open. "Lead the way, homs..." smiled John, following Elliott into one of the stalls. As Elliott waited to close the stall door, he noticed John Valentine walking a lot more steady. He locked the door behind them as John dropped his pants and boxers to the floor, then took a seat on the toilet [his stiff 8" cock standing straight up like a leaning monument. Elliott got down onto his knees between the cop's spread legs, then took his dick into his hand and began stroking it gently. John watched eagerly, anticipating Elliott's gay mouth on his joint. Elliott licked his lips [wantonly], then leaned forward and took the dick into his mouth. "FUCK..." moaned John, leaning back against the tank as Elliott's warm mouth sealed to his dick. Elliott bobbed his head on the stiff dick, using his tongue to lick the underbelly as he moved it smoothly in and out of his mouth. Someone came into the restroom, causing Elliott to lift his head. John put his hand on the back of Elliott's crown, then gently pushed him back down, silently informing him to keep sucking. Elliott retook the prick in his mouth and resumed sucking, making sure not to make any suction sounds to alert the restroom user what was happening in the stall. John helped Elliott bob his head in his lap, setting up a pace as he reached up under his own shirt to tweak his own nipples. He watched intently as Elliott worked his mouth up and down his staff, leaving wet streaks from his saliva as he suckled and slurped his way along the shaft. "Hey..." Called the urinal user, holding his growing dick in his hand [as he peed], listening to the sounds starting to emit from one of the stalls. "...what's going ON in there...?" he asked, stroking his interested dick after shaking the last piss drops from the head. "Mind some company...?" He asked, hoping for a blow job of his own...? "BEAT IT, loser!" shouted John, in no mood to have his moment ruined. The user zipped up without flushing, then returned to his friends out in the bar. "Yeah...forget about that nosey motherfucker, baby..." he suggested, gently rubbing the back of Elliott's head as he bobbed and sucked. "...keeping sucking that cock...! Have you sucked Jake's cock yet...?" he asked, curiously. "No." answered Elliott, coming up off the dick for only a moment before resuming again. "Shame..." said John, pinching his own nipples as he watched the lite-skin man suck. "...HE could probably really USE some head...! You mean to tell me that in all that time you guys rode together as partners, you never once asked him if he'd like to get his cock sucked...?" "Nope." answered Elliott, not wanting to tip Jake's gay card IF his brothers didn't already know. "Damn..." sighed John, scooting forward to hoist his cock up higher for deeper sucking. "...I'd be PISSED to find out my partner was a cocksucker and never offered to suck MY cock while we were on duty...! It gets so BORING sitting in your squad car waiting for something to happen! Getting your cock sucked would be the next best thing to a day off! Maybe you should offer..., see what he says..." suggested John. Elliott reached up and began rubbing John's ball-sac, massaging the drool into the skin as the testicles tightened. Taking it deep, he swallowed John Valentine's cock to the root, causing the older man to groan aloud with pleasure... "You're GOOD..." he complimented, cupping the back of Elliott's head with both hands. Elliott held the cock for a few seconds before lifting his head, dragging his full lips up the pale white shaft and suckling the rock hard column. John pumped Elliott's head up and down in his lap, making him bob faster as he took the dick from tip to base with practically every stroke. "Oh fuck, man..., you're going to get that cum if you keep that up...!" informed John, closing his eyes as he threw his head back against the wall. Elliott never let up, speeding his mouth up and down the hard shaft as he sucked harder. John lifted his knees, giving Elliott ample access to his jewels. Elliott played with John's tightened balls before reaching down under to run his finger curiously over the puckered hole. "OH SHIT!" shouted John, shoving Elliott's head down against his groin. Elliott felt the dick suddenly stab down his throat. He felt John's asshole pucker and pulse before his dick throbbed and started shooting thick ropey wads of creamy cum straight down his throat. Elliott gagged for a second from the onslaught of semen, but quickly adjusted as he relaxed his throat muscles and allowed the seed to flow steadily into his stomach. "Uhhhhhhhh fuck..." moaned John, coming down off his high as his cock pulsed out load after load. Elliott drank everything John offered, stroking his own exposed dick which was about to explode at any moment. "Let me SEE you blow, dude...!" said John, after realizing Elliott was jerking off with his free hand. Elliott pulled off John's dick, then leaned back on his heels to show his stroking dick. John instructed for him to stand up, so Elliott quickly got off his knees [never missing a beat with his fist]... "Wow...nice cock!" admired John, watching as Elliott strokes vigorously. "You close...?" "Oh yeah..." moaned Elliott, the taste of John's cum still on his tongue. "...I'm coming...NOW!" he warned, thrusting his hips forward while pulling his fist back towards his balls... "URRRHHH...!" John saw the first volley of cum erupt from Elliott's dickhead, cascading up through the air like a white ribbon. On impulse, John quickly leaned forward [stretching his mouth wide], and took Elliott's spurting dick between his lips before it could shoot again. Elliott looked down in surprise as Jake's oldest [STRAIGHT] cop brother took his dick in his mouth and took the rest of his cum load. John Valentine had never done anything so queer before in his life. He instantly thought better of his bad decision, but felt an unexpected rush of adrenaline shoot through him when he felt Elliott's cum suddenly surge into his mouth... "ummph...!" he groaned, filling his mouth fill with pulse after pulse of surging semen Elliott panted aloud as he came in John's mouth. He couldn't believe Jake's brother just took his nut, but was grateful he did. When his dick finally stopped pulsing, he removed his dick to find John purposely drooling his load from his mouth, allowing it to dribble out over his bottom lip and onto the restroom floor beneath... After a few seconds the 2 men began tucking their dicks and fastening their pants. They made sure the restroom was still empty before stepping out of the stall together. Going straight to the sinks, they washed their hands as John rinsed out his mouth. "This's just between US, right?" he asked, hoping no one would ever know he allowed another man to cum in his mouth. "Definitely!" agreed Elliott, as the 2 men went back out into the bar... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "What took you two so long...?" asked Jessie, as soon as they got back to the table. "I was about to send a search party IN to find you...!" "Elliott had to help me unzip my pants before I peed all over myself...!" laughed John, giving his brother a private wink. Jessie Valentine smirked knowingly, having been just confirmed that Elliott was indeed his and his brother's new cocksucker... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< WEST PHILLY 28 yr old [police detective] Malik Jones pulled up in front of his one bedroom apartment building he shared with his live-in girlfriend Fontella. He often laughed to himself about how the two met and became a couple; [Malik met Fontella through his ex-boyfriend Marvin at the time, who wanted to have 3somes with women to keep from cheating on Malik behind his back. Fontella got pregnant, and they decided to try to live together as parents, developing a relationship later], excluding Marvin from their lives and the apartment. Since then Marvin has popped up at various times, demanding sex from Malik. And despite Malik's protests, Marvin usually took what he wanted before leaving Malik thriving on the floor from orgasm. Malik wanted the harassment to end, but secretly [deep down inside] enjoyed the idea that Marvin refused to let him go. It made him feel wanted whenever Marvin appeared, then demanded to be sexually satisfied. There had been occasions when Malik wanted nothing more than to jump Marvin's bones and ride him raw until they both screamed each other's names in simultaneous orgasm, but Malik played coy and told Marvin he wasn't interested. When Marvin would grab him [manhandling him], DEMANDING sexual satisfaction, Malik would get so erect that he thought he might cum prematurely on the spot. Thankfully that never happened, although his has cum without touching himself while getting fucked by the big bruiser. Malik got out of his car, then walked up to the second floor to his apartment. Almost immediately he could hear loud hip-hop music coming from behind his closed door. He knew Fontella wouldn't normally blast rap music that loud around the baby, so he entered his apt with the feeling that something was amiss. As soon as he opened the door he found himself staring at a room full of men... "ah, there you are..." said the voice of Marvin Rollins, causing Malik's blood to run cold... "...git yur ass in here motherfucka..., we're havin' a fuck'n party in YUR honor!" he yelled, intoxicated. Malik entered his house, feeling extremely uneasy around the large group of unknown men, men Marvin bought into his house unexpectedly... "Where's Fontella...?" he asked, watching the men lounge around on HIS furniture with their feet up, playing HIS video games, listening to HIS CD's, raiding his refrigerator, and drinking HIS beer/booze. "She inna other room..." said Marvin, putting his heavy [muscular] arm around Malik's neck as he held a beer in the other hand. "...entertainin' summa her friends...!" Malik felt a knot in the pit of his stomach as he pushed Marvin away, then literally ran towards the bedroom door. Inside he found about 6 more men; one on top of Fontella [fucking her brains out], and another feeding her dick while four more stroked their dicks, awaiting their turns... "I TOLD you she was a hoe, man..." said Marvin in the background, watching. "...you can't trust them hoes...!" Malik rushed in, shoving men out of the way as he forced his way towards the bed. He could see the husky man on top of Fontella, drilling her deep with penetrating strokes as he humped from a mile back and rammed into her as if he owned it [as if HE'D been paying her bills!]. The slapping from their crashing bodies could be heard loud and clear as Fontella grunted around the dick in her throat, making sounds she was only supposed to be making for HIM [sounds that indicated she LIKED what was happening]. "GET OFF HER...!" he yelled, climbing onto the bed to break up the orgy. Someone grabbed Malik from behind, then twisted his arm behind his back [like a chicken wing[. Malik screamed out in physical pain as the man shoved him face down onto the mattress, his midsized erection coincidentally pressing IN against Malik's ass. "You want some'a homegurl's pussy too...? Ya gonna hafta wait yur turn, homs...!" said the man roughhousing Malik. He then noticed how good Malik's ass felt against his crotch, and immediately had other ideas... "Yo...lil' hommie here has a nice ass...!" he announced to the others as he began to grind against it... "Yo, SNATCH that shyt up, man!" suggested someone. Malik felt his pants being pulled down off his buttock. The man holding him down pressed one strong hand behind Malik's head [holding him in place], then spit into his palm and rubbed the other hand up between Malik's ass cheeks [moistening the hole]. Malik could FEEL the man's fingers rubbing over his sensitive pucker before suddenly digging in, ramming through his fighting sphincter muscles, trying to keep him out. Malik struggled against his captor [trying to lift with his head], looking to Marvin [who was standing against the bedroom wall] for help. Marvin did nothing to help Malik out of his plight, he simply watched, a drunken leer expression across his face. The man massaged his fingers in and out of Malik's asshole, adding more as the anus gave way under insisting pressure. Malik felt the guy's fingers suddenly yank free from his hole, only to be replaced by his dick which he instantly shoved inside, spearing Malik on one frightful plunge. "AARRRRRRHHHHHGGG...!!!" screamed the detective, feeling completely impaled. "HEY..., I'M A POLICE OFFICER! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! ITS ILLEGAL!" he yelled, trying to get the man to stop. It worked for a minute, as the man stopped mid-thrust, holding his dick inside as he looked over at Marvin... "That TRUE, man...?" he asked, knowing Marvin had ties with the couple. "He a COP?!" Marvin's eyes met Malik's, as Malik lay silently pleading with his eyes... "He WAS a correction's officer, if THAT'S what'cha mean...?" answered Marvin with a question, laughing to himself as the man immediately resumed fucking as Malik's fearful eyes rolled over disappointedly The man continued fucking into Malik, driving his hips back and forth as his dick slammed in and out of the officer's bare ass. Marvin watched for a while, pretending not to give a shit since Malik didn't want to be together anymore. He watched the man plow through his ex-boyfriend's ass like a convict that hadn't had pussy in years, holding Malik's head down submissively while riding his ass like a champion jockey. Marvin could tell Malik was starting to get into the fucking by the way he stopped struggling and started to arch his ass upward, making his ass a better fuck target. His painful grunts of protests turning into groans of growing pleasure. Marvin could tell the man fucking him was really starting to get into it too, as he focused his eyesight on watching his dick disappear up Malik's succulent looking ass. Others began to crowd around the two fucking men [leaving Fontella to her 2 longwinded suitors to themselves] as they opted fucking Malik instead... "Yo man, what the fuck...???!" yelled the man fucking Malik, feeling his body being roughly pulled away from Malik as his dick popped unexpectedly free of Malik's milking rectum... Marvin gripped the guy up about the throat, then slammed him [painfully] back against the wall... "Wussup, man...?!?" asked the guy, standing on his toes, his dick rapidly losing its weight... "I bought you here to fuck the gurl, --NOT him!" snarled Marvin, staring the man directly in the eyes. "Aiight nigga, aiight...!" said the guy, unwilling to fight over some male ass. "Whateva nigga!" Marvin slowly released the guy throat [allowing the man to breathe again], then turned around to find Malik already pulling his pants up over his ass. Marvin noticed the OTHER men watching also, although none of them were willing to risk going after it. "You bought these fuckers here to MY home...?!" asked Malik, WISHING he had the might to whip Marvin's ass. "In here with my BABY...??" "The baby's FINE, man..." said Marvin, pointing at the baby's crib in the corner, where the baby was sucking on a bottle in his sleep. "...I would'n hurt yur kid...! But Fontella's a HOE! She was a strippa down at the Shaky-Butt back when I bought her here for our 3sum...! Why you think she was so fuckin' willin' to do that shit...?! I figured you'd finally SEE `er for who she is if you saw her in action..., seein' what she USED to do down there...!" Malik looked back at the bed, as the man still fucking Fontella suddenly rammed all the way in and unloaded... "urhhhh...!" he grunted as he came inside her. Malik noticed Fontella hiding her face when the man got up, making room for the next guy to take his place. Fontella didn't even TRY to resist as she lay there with her legs open, waiting for the next man to fuck her. It didn't take long before one of them climbed up on the bed between her legs, sliding his erection straight into her cum clotted vagina. Malik pushed past Marvin, heading for the door... "Malik...!" called Marvin, chasing after him. Malik brushed past the guys milling about his living room, escaping out into the hall before Marvin caught up and grabbed him forcibly by the arm... "Malik, wait...!" he insisted. "WHAT...?" asked Malik, totally angry. "I did what I did for YOU!" informed Marvin, making sure Malik knew. Malik laughed out loud... "You ain't NEVER did anything for ANYBODY other than yourself...!" argued the detective. "You think bringing Fontella into OUR relationship was for ME...? You think stalking me after I told you it was over was for ME...? You think bringing all these STRANGERS into my house to fuck my whore girlfriend is for ME...?!" "NOW you see `er for what she is..." defended Marvin, only half sober. "You don't know what it's like to sacrifice anything for someone else...! To take on THEIR burden so THEY wouldn't have to suffer!" argued Malik. "You tellin' me I ain't neva loved you...?" asked Marvin, insulted that Malik still doubted his feelings for him after all this time. "I'm saying: you don't know what LOVE is...!" stated Malik. "LOVE IS: risking everything, all the while KNOWING the person you're in love with isn't right for you! LOVE IS: giving up a guy as GOOD as McConnell, because you can't get the asshole drug dealer off of your mind! LOVE IS..." swallowed Malik, knowing he shouldn't reveal his own deepest darkest secret... "...accepting your boyfriend's unwanted love child and claiming her as your own, so HE wouldn't have to be burdened with being a father!" Marvin's jaw dropped as the implications of that last statement rewound in his mind... "Until you've learned how to love like THAT..., you ain't never been in love!" concluded Malik, jotting down the stairs as Marvin stood dumbfounded in the hallway... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This story writing by NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com aka EUGENE MARVIN ________________________________________________ To leave comments, questions, and/or suggests, write me at address above, or hit me up on Facebook for updates on what I'm currently working on. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html