Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 18:09:40 -0500 (EST)
From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com>
Subject: the hood-7

THE HOOD-7
WHEN TRAGEDY STRIKES


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



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THE WELLS FARGO CENTER
South Philly


	The Philadelphia 76ers forward ran down court, dribbling the ball
between his legs as he shook off the opponent, then passed off to the point
guard who took the ball within 10 feet of the basket, searching for an
opening. He found it when the second forward took an early leap towards the
basket, meeting the ball midair for a 2-point dunk, extending their lead 12
points.


"YEAH! THAT'S what I'm talkin' bout!" yelled 19 yr old Quest Winfield
(otherwise known as "Q"), jumping up enthusiastically from his spectator's
chair. The arena roared with excitement simultaneously, all cheering the
team's unusual unity.
	Q sat back down beside his date (19 yr old Tae Hyun Kye), a sexy
black/Korean asian with the best combined features of both races. "Thanks
for the seats, babee..., I've never been to an actual Sixer's game before!"


"I know..." smiled Tae, happy to be the first to treat Q to a pro
game. "...I'm expecting some really HOT gratitude for scoring these
tickets...!" he joked, only half serious.


"You WON these tickets in a dollar raffle..." said Q, knowing nothing came
out of Tae's pocket. "...but on the HOT Grat tip..., I gotcha boo!" he
agreed, slapping Tae casually on the knee.
	With thousands of onlookers about, they couldn't display their
feelings like they wanted. They had to play it cool, sitting side by side
like normal friends despite wanting to do more. Tae had his sweater draped
across his lap, enabling Q to inch his hand up his thigh when no one was
looking. Tae squirmed uncomfortably as Q started to play in his crotch,
making his dick harden beneath the sweater. Q could feel Tae's dick getting
bigger and thicker under his searching fingers, tracing the thickness as it
moved down his pant leg like a snake.


"You keep THAT up and we might have to take care of the sex session BEFORE
we leave...!" joked Tae, only half serious.


"I'm DOWN with that...!" winked Q, thinking how cool it would be to have
sex at a place where thousands of unsuspecting people were gathered.
	Tae watched Q get up from his seat, excusing himself as he squeezed
past the other seated spectators.


"Q..." he called, hoping his friend was joking. "...you CAN'T be
serious...! Q...!"
	Q kept walking, leaving his boyfriend sitting as he headed up the
steps towards the platform and the restroom. Tae continued to sit for a
moment, staring out at the action on the ball court as his dick throbbed
hard under his sweater...
	It only took a few moments of thought before HE too was up on his
feet, following Q's lead as he excused himself through the crowd, holding
his bunched sweater in front of his crotch.
	The Wells Fargo restroom was like any other public restroom, with
heavy high volume traffic. They walked in and immediately wandered to the
urinals, pretending they were not together. They waited until the last
stall was available before Tae rushed over to secure the private booth for
him and his lover. Q saw Tae rush in (closing the metal door behind him),
and waited a few minutes longer before joining him.


"Whew...it stinks in here...!" he said, frowning his nose.


"I know..., I think the guy before us took a dump...!" said Tae. "What do
you expect from a restroom?"


"Nothing...so long as yur here..." smiled Q, locking the door before moving
into Tae's arms.
	The two boys began to kiss, titling their heads in opposite
directions before swapping spit. Tae's hands automatically ventured to Q's
ass, palming and feeling the fat mounds through their jeans while pressing
crotches to grind their hardons.


"What you inna MOOD for...?" asked Q, giving Tae the option. "Heads or
tails...?"


"What are those tickets worth to you...?" asked Tae, wanting to see Q's
gratitude.


"A `thank you' and a handshake..." said Q, wiseass. "...THIS ain't for the
tickets...THIS'S cuz I know yur asian ass's horny!"


"Then you already KNOW what I want..." smiled Tae, lustfully. "...what I'm
ALWAYS in the mood for...!"


"Tails it is!" stated Q, looking around at their work area. "Gonna be kinda
TRICKY in here, AND with no lube...!" he whispered.


"I have ALL the lube you need right here!" assured Tae, flickering his
tongue.


"You so gross..." laughed Q, undoing his pants.


"Yeah, but you love me anyway, right...?" asked Tae, waiting for Q to get
into position. "Right...?"


"Jury's still out on that one..." teased the black male, lowering his pants
and underwear to his knees. Tae saw the pretty brown ass come into view and
couldn't resist reaching out to palm the hot flesh with his hands,
physically groping the fat cheeks and fingering the deep crevice. They
could hear people all around them, using the facilities, flushing toilets,
running water, and holding conversations.
	Tae fell to his knees and pushed his face up into Q's ass, prying
the cheeks apart with his hands to wedge his face as far as he could. Q
leaned against the stall wall, arching his back to make a better meal. Tae
flicked his tongue over the sensitive hole, suckling the hot ring and
darting between the spit wet lips. Q stifled his moans, not wanting to draw
any unwanted attention to themselves as he pressed his facial cheeks
against the stall wall. Anyone looking under the stalls could easily see
Q's feet facing the back wall with Tae crouched behind him, and figure what
the two were doing...


	Tae ate Q's ass for a few brief minutes before pressing his
finger(s) inside, stretching the hole. Q felt the fingers reaching up
inside his rectum, massaging his tight sphincter muscles as he moved them
in and out.
	Feeling primed, Q reached back and pulled Tae to his feet, then
motioned for him to sit on the toilet. Tae undid his pants before shoving
down his underwear and trousers. Sitting on the bowl, his stiff 9.5" dick
stuck straight up from his groin as Q knelt down and took it in his mouth
and began sucking. "Shit..." moaned the asian, titling his head back
dreamingly as his boyfriend's mouth wrapped about him.
	Q suctioned his mouth to Tae's hardon and started sucking, painting
the entire shaft with his tongue and spit. Tae bit his lower lip to keep
from groaning out loud, loving the way Q's throat felt around his prick.


	Q stood up after only 5 minutes of sucking, then kicked off his
shoes and pants before straddling Tae's thighs on the toilet. Spitting a
huge gob of warm saliva onto his fingers, he reached back and lubed his own
asshole, shoving two fingers inside before aligning his hole up with Tae's
dickhead. Tae waited patiently (staring up into his boyfriend's face) as Q
eased his ass back on his dick, the dick tip French kissing the anus before
sinking in.
	Tae held onto Q's waist as he help him ease downward, his asshole
slowly swallowing his manhood to the root.


"Oooohhhh shit, Q..." he groaned softly, looking up into his face as the
tight asshole sucked and choked his dick at the same time.


"You like that...?" asked Q, settling his ass down in Tae's lap before
grinding down on his pole. "Feels good...?"


"uh god..." moaned Tae, feeling the anal muscles squeeze him about the dick
base.
	Q flexed his anus a few times, then started lifting and lowering
his ass on Tae's thick dick, the squeezing muscles sliding slowly up and
down the hard shaft like a tight mouth. "Fuck...!" moaned the blasian man,
holding onto Q's trim. Q rode up and down and rocked back and forth, making
the dick hit all his inner walls, stretching out his chute before starting
to ride.
	No one outside the stall knew what was going on inside. Men came
and went with the sole purpose of using the laboratory as quickly as
possible, then heading back to their seats to finish watching the game. The
further The Sixers pulled ahead, the MORE men used the laboratories,
feeling comfortable with the lead. They'd leave their wives, girlfriends,
buddies, kids, or parents, rush into the restroom, wait for a urinal or
stall to open up, take a quick piss or dump, wash their hands (optional),
and run back to their seats to find out what they missed. Most of the men
left without ever knowing how close they were to seeing two men fuck. But
there were a small few who heard the muffled groans and grunts, and knew a
special kind of bowel movement was going on.


	By now Q was bucking his hips back and forth, fucking his asshole
with Tae's erect dick. Tae had to do little more than hold onto Q's waist
(keeping him from falling off) as Q did all the work, bouncing, rocking,
bucking and fucking like a jockey riding a champion stallion. His feet no
longer touched the restroom floor as he used his thighs to rock and lift,
fucking himself madly, leaning backwards for a better angle as he using the
toilet paper dispenser and the stall wall to balance his torso.
	Tae could feel the asshole sliding up and down his dick faster and
faster, sucking and massaging his solid mast as his penis got harder. Q
watched Tae's angelic facial expressions as he got closer to climax, using
his groans as a guide to how deeply he should feel the dick to get him off.


"Oh god...!" groaned Tae, his eyes popping open in sudden panic as his
orgasm hit.
	Q slammed his ass down in Tae's lap, then fell forward and sealed
his mouth to his lover's to keep him from moaning too loudly and alerting
the other restroom users. Tae moaned in Q's kissing mouth as his dick
pumped and pulsed a fresh pool of semen straight into Q's bowels. Q's
neglected dick lay (hard) against Tae's heaving stomach, drooling pre-cum
into his navel.
	The two men kissed for several minutes as Tae slowly came down off
his high.


"Let's get out of here before someone calls security on us...!" smiled Q,
laughing at Tae's drained facial expression.


"But YOU haven't cum yet..." said Tae, grasping Q's erection.


"It's okay..." said Q, pulling away after lifting off Tae's
erection. "...you can take care of ME in the car, later...!" he suggested,
as they began to get dressed.
	Fixing their clothes, they kissed one last time before unlocking
the door and exiting, only to find security already alerted and waiting for
them...


"Could you two please follow us...?" they said, escorting the two
minorities through the crowd of confused and angry straight men...



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WEST PHILLY


	40 year old KaliQ Nelson dreaded his sleeping son (18 yr old Kaleb)
waking up, knowing he would have to deal with what happened to him at the
drug house 3 days ago (where Kaleb was being used as house-pussy for drug
dealers and their friends). The last time KaliQ checked IN on his son, he
practically molested him in his sleep, drunk off Vodka and feeling turned
on after seeing his son squirming around in bed like a whore in heat (last
chapter). The idea of molesting his own son made KaliQ ill to his
stomach. What kind of father finds sexual pleasure in his stoned son's over
fucked ass while he's asleep in bed? Surely Kaleb had his mother's bottom,
--thought KaliQ, having attributes from both parents. KaliQ couldn't help
thinking of his ex-wife's ass (Latrina), and his son's, comparing the two
in his mind. He'd always wanted to fuck his wife in the ass, but Latrina
wasn't having it, telling him if he wanted to do `that shit' he saw on
porno, that he needed to marry a porn star. KaliQ thought it was ironic
that his SON was getting it in the ass instead.
	KaliQ called off work for the past couple of days that his son was
home sick, telling his job that his son had had a `bad reaction' to
medication. He wasn't about to tell his boss that he found his son naked in
a crack house getting butt-fucked up the ass by a room full of drug
dealers. The only reason he didn't take his son to the hospital was because
Julio (his ex's new boyfriend) said Kaleb would likely take a few days
sleeping off the remnants of the drugs. He stayed all night the first
night, checking IN on Kaleb when KaliQ was too drunk to. In fact KaliQ
pretended to be drunker than he really was, just to get Julio to do the
`dirty work' for him. Kaleb had soiled himself and his bed several times,
unaware he was going to the bathroom on himself in bed. Julio was the one
who cleaned him up and washed the sheets. KaliQ couldn't help but like
Julio after everything he did for him and his son, keeping eyes on both of
them to make sure they were alright before he finally left to return to his
life with Latrina across town. KaliQ was a little angry with his ex, for
dumping their son (who obviously had more than a few issues) on his
doorstep without so much as an explanation.
	He was relaxing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and the evening
paper when he heard his son get up and stagger into the bathroom. Opting to
stay downstairs, he heard the toilet flush, then heard footsteps coming
downstairs as Kaleb wandered into the kitchen...


"Hey dad..." he said sheepishly, standing in the doorway.


"Kaleb..." said the father sternly, taking his reading glasses off as he
looked up at his son. KaliQ didn't WANT to confront his son, but felt
compelled to ask him "...what were you thinking...?!"
	Kaleb leaned against the woodwork in the doorway, unsure how to
answer his father's question. "Have you lost your ever lovin' mind...??"
continued the father after getting no answer. "What COMPELLED you to go to
a CRACK HOUSE of all places, to look for a job...?! What makes you THINK
I'd allow a drug dealer to live under my roof...?? Your MOM might've been
alright with you running the streets like a little HOOD gangsta..., but I
won't have it! I won't have you risking your life out there making money
for some OTHER gangster who's too smart to be seen selling his own poisons
in the street! From now on, I don't want you going ANYWHERE NEAR that drug
house! Do you HEAR me...?!"


"Yes sir." answered Kaleb meekly.
	KaliQ wasn't satisfied with that...


"I don't understand HOW you go to a drug house to sell drugs, and end up
being house-pussy for the entire house...!" he asked, still baffled by the
events. "Are you GAY...?" he asked, causing a cold chill to run up Kaleb's
spine.


"I...I...dunno..." answered the 18 yr old.


"You don't know...??" asked his father, frustrated. "DO you, or DON'T you
like men...? It's THAT easy!"
	Kaleb hesitated...


"It's NOT that easy, dad...!" he defended. "I belonged to a drug gang...,
there were certain..., THINGS we had to do to be a part of the group!
THINGS to prove our loyalty and commitment!"


"Things like WHAT...?" asked KaliQ, "Faggot things...?"
	Kaleb nodded. KaliQ shook his head, thinking of his own son doing
gay shit with other dudes sent daggers through his chest. "This's all your
MOTHER'S fault!" he insisted, needing someone to blame. "If she'd paid MORE
attention to you and what you were doing at home instead of fucking
Jules..."


"Julio..." corrected Kaleb.


"...you'd probably have graduated with HONORS by now!" concluded KaliQ,
paying his son's correction no mind.


"It wasn't mom's or Julio's faults..." said the teenager, "...I was already
selling drugs before HE even came into the picture!" he admitted. "In fact
JULIO was the one that got me to STOP selling drugs..., that made me
believe I had other things to offer!"


"And WHAT was that...?" asked KaliQ, sarcastically. "Ain't no JOB gonna pay
you to sit around and play video games all day!"


"He taught me it was okay to LOVE someone..." cried Kaleb,
emotionally. "...and to LET others love me! HE taught me how to CARE for
someone else, not just myself! How to open up my feelings..., to not be
scared to show my emotions..., to be HONEST with myself!"
	KaliQ stared at his son, as if seeing him for the first time...


"Since we're being honest..." he said, his voice as icy as it was
stern. "...BE HONEST and tell me the truth...! Are you a faggot...?!"


"Yes!" answered Kaleb, feeling like a weight was being lifted off his
shoulders. "Yes I am! I'm GAY! Your son is gay! I'm the one thing you hate
the most..., --a full fledged faggot!"
	KaliQ looked extremely troubled as he balled his fists, then threw
his coffee cup across the kitchen, smashing it against the wall as chunks
of mug and black coffee sprayed everywhere.


"I can't believe it...!" yelled KaliQ, jumping up from his seat. "I can't
FUCKIN' believe it...! I got a fuckin' FAGGOT for a son...!! You gonna tell
me YOUR MOM'S not responsible for this shit...?? SHE'S the one who raised
you! It's completely HER fault you're like this!"


"Not completely..." said Kaleb, feeling the need to come clean...



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NEARBY...

	The Kye Family Restaurant was a well known fast food store in the
neighborhood, selling authentic Asian style dishes most people in the hood
simply categorized as Chinese Food. They had been a staple in the black
community for some time, branching out to open other Asian cuisine family
owned stores in the surrounding area.
	Jooh-Ho Kye was the oldest male of the family (38), and the head
owner of the Kye Family chain. He and his family were working to close up
shop, when they were suddenly visited by 2 armed gunmen where hoodies.


	Mi-Hi Kye (Jooh-Ho's wife) was the first to see the gunmen
enter. Having been robbed before by men wearing hoodies, the Key Family
store had a policy that all males wearing hoodies had them removed before
entering the premises. However the would-be robbers had no intentions of
following rules. They broke into the store just as the last customers were
leaving.
	Mi-Hi saw them enter, carrying guns and threatening everyone to
"hit the floor or we'll blow yur fuckin' head off!" Jooh-Ho was working
behind the register when the first gunmen ordered him to "empty out the
cash! Hurry up!" Jooh opened the register, his eye on the gun he had hiding
under the counter only a few inches away. He could see the second gunmen
ushering the women and children into the backroom, locking them in. Jooh
handed the men the smaller bills, but left the larger bills under the money
drawer. The gunman snatched the cash and prepared to bolt, until he noticed
how light the bundle was.


"What the fuck...?" yelled the gunmen, noticing all the single and 5 dollar
bills. "Come from b'hind the counter!" he ordered, aiming his gun at Jooh's
chest. Jooh opted to leave the gun behind, knowing the risk was greater of
getting shot. He raised his hands and came from behind the counter as
told. One of the gunmen went to the register, then started cleaning out the
larger bills, even lifting the money drawer to get the hidden cash
underneath.


"Tryin' to HOLD OUT on us, eh...?" asked the man, clocking Jooh across the
face with the blunt end of his gun. Jooh fell back against the shelves
(knocking several items to the floor) as the gunman locked the front door.


"Whatcha doin' man...??" asked the second gunmen, running up from the back.


"This asshole tried to fuck us over by cheatin' us outta our loot..." said
the first man, standing over Jooh's body. "...I think WE ought'a pay `em
back with a fuckin' of our own...!"


"We ain't got TIME for that, man...!" argued the second man.


"We'll MAKE time!" ordered the first guy, undoing his pants.
	Jooh-Ho was bleeding from the head, when he noticed the gunman
opening his pants. Jooh tried to crawl away, but was forced face down on
the floor when the gunman put his boot into his back. "Get his pants down!"
he ordered his buddy, as he stroked his own dick to stiffness.
	Jooh-Ho fought back as best he could as he struggled to keep his
manhood. He felt his dark colored khakis being yanked down with his
boxer-briefs, exposing his ass to the robbers. The gunman laid down on top
of him, pressing his erection between Jooh-Ho's ass cheeks. The married
Korean felt the black man's dick pressing against his bud-entrance, and
clutched his cheeks together to keep the stranger's invader out. But the
gunman obviously had practice raping men before, as he put Jooh-Ho in a
headlock, then forced his dick into the Korean's virgin buttock. Jooh's
family could hear him screaming out in physical pain as they lay huddled in
the back room, clutching their children and trying to get reception on
their cell phones to call police.


"Yeah..." moaned the first man, feeling Jooh's asshole snap shut around his
digging dick. "...motherfucker's TITE as shit...! I don't think he's ever
been POPPED b'fore!"


"Just HURRY UP, man..., the cops could be on their way!" warned the second
man, locking the front door so no new customers could walk in and catch
them.
	The first man tightened his forearm around Jooh-Ho's neck as he
thrust his entire dick up his ass, grounding his pelvic bone against the
older man's flat yellow cheeks. Jooh-Ho squeezed his eyes shut as he grit
his teeth in pain, his asshole being ripped asunder as the black man
started to thrust in and out of him, fucking him deeply.
	The man fucking thrust extra hard, fighting his way through the
clinching anal muscles as they fought to keep him out. Each inward thrust
send searing, agonizing pain through Jooh's ass, as his breathing was
temporarily cut off.


	Jooh pulled at the forearm cutting off his oxygen, trying to pry it
from around his throat. But the desperation to breath only fueled the
robbing rapist's aggression as he tightened his grip and fucked harder,
driving his dick ever deeper through Jooh's shocked anus.
	He pounded the Asian ass under him, slamming his pelvis into the no
longer virgin buttock with the intention of dominating and humiliating his
captive. He had been a customer of the Kye's for months, disliking the way
the Koreans eyeballed him suspiciously every time he came into their
store. He hated the foreigners for coming into his neighborhood and opening
up shop, unable to speak clear English while acting as if they every black
person who entered their store was a potential thief. He'd had run-ins with
them several times about wearing hoodies in their store, or for being shoed
away after hanging around outside smoking doobies with his friends. In each
case he argued with Jooh, the bat welding Asian ordering him off his
property with the threat of calling police.
	The assailant fucked begrudgingly, purposely hurting the Asian man
with angry strokes, his powerful pelvis slapping into Jooh's ass with loud
resounding claps. When Jooh finally stopped struggling, he began attacking
the asshole viciously, stabbing and jamming his dick well into the
surrendered man's gut.


"He's getting' USED to it...!" he yelled to his accomplice, fucking harder.
	The accomplice turned to watch, his own dick growing hard at the
thought of raping a willing straight man up the ass. "His ass's still tite
as hell, but he's not fightin' anumore...!" informed the rapist, feeling
his arousal soar to the roof with the idea of breaking the straight man
in. He fucked for another few minutes, pounding ever harder while keeping
his grip around the Asian's neck. "I'm about to CUM...!" he announced,
stabbing deep into the body beneath him before blowing his wad and filling
Jooh-Ho's inner gut with his enormous spooge, shaking and trembling from
orgasmic seizure. "AARRRHHHHH FUCK...!!" he screamed, losing his load.
	The gunman kept his jerking dick buried until his climax
subsided. Withdrawing, he fully expected the Asian to be angry, but
instead, Jooh simply laid there unmoving.


"You want summa this ass b'fore we jet...?" he asked his friend.
	The second guy stared down at the Asian...


"He's not movin'..." he informed. "Is he dead...?"


"No he ain't dead...!" said the first man, kicking the Asian in the
leg. "Get up, nigga!" he insisted. When Jooh didn't get up, he bend down to
check for himself. The look on his face told his accomplice everything...


"You suffocated him!" he said, causing the first gunman to react
violently. Jumping to his feet, he physically gripped his friend by the
throat and shoved him back into the shelves, his gun poised under the man's
chin...


"Tell anybody about this, and HE won't be the only murder under my belt!"
he warned.


"Wait...listen...!" said the second man, hearing sirens in the
background. "They called the cops!"


"Let's get the FUCK outta here!" shouted the first man running for the
door, leaving Jooh-Ho's body lying partially clothed on the floor.



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WEST PHILLY

	Q and Tae drove back to West Philly from the Wells Fargo Center,
having been escorted out by security. Tae had never been more embarrassed
as they were escorted from the men's room like common criminals, everyone
looking knowing what they'd been caught doing. Some people called out angry
slurs, calling the ethnic couple `faggots' and `homo bait!'
	They were taken to Q's car in the parking lot, photographed, and
banned form the Sports Center for life.


"That was SO embarrassing...!" said Tae, unable to show his face. "If my
family finds out..."


"HOWS yur family gonna find out...?" asked Q, sucking his teeth, tired of
hearing Tae complain about what already happened.


"What if they put our mug shots on the news...? OR the Internet...??"
theorized Tae, "The SCHOOL could find out about it...!"


"Its COMMUNITY COLLEGE..." said Q, sarcastically. "...there's Internet
video of guys suckin' dick in their own restrooms with times and dates...!"


"That's not the point...!" argued Tae. "Why can't I have a few minutes to
freak out about maybe being outed to my family...? You know I'm already
having issues being the only BLACK-Asian in the entire family! Finding out
that I'm GAY on top of it will just give them ONE MORE reason to hate me!"


"Yur family doesn't hate you...!" said Q, keeping his eyes on the road as
they drove through their own neighborhood.


"How can you be so sure...?" asked Tae, knowing Q didn't speak Korean.


"With the way they be COCK BLOCKIN'...?" joked Q,


"Whatever..." smiled Tae, looking out the window to see the flashing
emergency lights of police activity a few blocks ahead... "...what's
happening up there...?"


"I don't know. Ain't that YUR block...?" asked Q, getting closer.


"Yeah..." answered Tae, realizing the activity circled around his family's
corner store. "...stop the car..." he said, getting a weird feeling in the
pit of his stomach.
	Q stopped the car halfway down the street as Tae got out and began
walking. Nearby residents saw him coming and began whispering, fueling
Tae's anxiety as he approached the crime scene tape cornering off the
entrance to his family's store front. Police held him back as paramedics
bought a body out on a stretch gurney, zipped in a non-see-through morgue
bag.
	Tae felt the icy chill of death's hand creep up the back of his
neck, causing the tiny hairs to stand all over his body as one of his
aunties came running from the store in tears, chasing after the body.


<"Auntie..."> he called, running up to meet her as the medics put the body
in the back of their ambulance and slammed the doors. <"...what
happened...?">.


<"Oh Tae..."> screamed his auntie, falling into his arms
distraught. <"...it's your uncle...! They killed him...!"> she cried
hysterically, dropping to her knees as Tae eased her slowly to the
ground. <"They killed him...!>" she repeated. <"The black bastards killed
him...!!"> she sobbed, uncontrollably.
	Tae watched the paramedics take off to the coroner's office, with
his uncle in back. He looked back at the crowd of black spectators gathered
around outside (Q standing among them), all staring in wonder as Tae's eyes
narrows in wonder which of them were responsible for his uncle's murder...?




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