Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2009 15:28:48 -0500
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: The Precinct - pt 3

[Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st
series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off
sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please
read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first
in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG]

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THE PRECINCT II -pt3
Title: 3-demension

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MANYANK

"Is my dad home...?" asked the young man standing at the front door.

"You're who...????" asked Andrew, taken aback by the question.

"My dad..., --David McConnell...!" answered the male, holding a large
backpack over his left shoulder.

"You're...dad...?!" questioned Andrew, looking the male up and down
dumbfounded.

"Elliot...?" called McConnell, having heard the conversation from the
dining room table.

"Dad...!" called Elliot, peeking into the condo as Andrew stepped aside to
allow entry.
	He watched in utter shock as McConnell and Elliot met in the living
room, hugging each other strongly as if they hadn't seen each other in
years. As he silently closed the door (kicking aside the backpack the young
man dropped on the floor as soon as he entered), he quickly noticed the
family resemblance. 21 year old Elliot McConnell looked the younger
spitting image of his older father.
	Andrew couldn't help but feel a slightly uncharacteristic jealousy
shoot through him as the two men hugged with cheerful faces and similar
smiles.

"Oh, uh..., Elliot..." said McConnell, breaking the hug. "...this is
Andrew, my um..., roommate! Andrew, this is Elliot..., my youngest son!"

"So I gathered...!" said Andy, managing a fake smile as father and son
stood side by side. "How long you staying...?" he couldn't help but ask,
having noticed the large duffle bag.

"Oh, uh, umm...?" stammered Elliot, awkwardly. "...dad..., I've got
something to tell you...!"

"What is it...?" asked McConnell, quickly expecting the worse as he took a
seat on the arm of the living room chair.

"Well..., it's kinda good news too...!" added Elliot, trying to soften the
blow.

"Did you get some girl pregnant, son...?" asked McConnell, his heartbeat
stopping in his chest as he awaited the answer.

"No dad, nothing like that...!" assured Elliot, causing McConnell to
breathe easier. "I dropped out of school!"

"You what...??!!" yelled McConnell, angrily.

"I dropped out dad..., it wasn't for me...!" reasoned Elliot, pleadingly.

"Then what IS for you, Elliot...?" asked McConnell, disappointed. "You'd
rather work some mediocre job making half of what you're potentially
worth...? Because that's exactly what's going to happen to you without the
proper credentials!" yelled McConnell, catching himself as he stared into
his son's fearful eyes.
	McConnell took a moment to control his emotions. He took several
deep breathes before continuing..., "What does your mother have to say
about this...?" he asked, curiously. Surely his ex-wife (Christina) could
convince Elliot to finish his education.

"Mom told me to come here..." said Elliot, lowering his head shamefully.

"She told you to come here...??" asked McConnell, perplexed. "Why...?"

"She said I was just as big a disappointment as YOU were..., and that we
both deserved each other...!" answered Elliot, quickly reminding McConnell
where he and his ex-wife stood.
	Christina McConnell was still bitter over their divorce, even after
all these years (hell hath no fury like a woman scorned) thought McConnell,
knowing how viscous his ex could be.

"Oh course you're welcomed here, son..., this is your house too...!" said
McConnell, placing his arm affectionately around his son's shoulder.

"Thank's pop...!" smiled Elliot, wearily.

"You hungry...?" asked McConnell, ignoring the worried look on Andrew's
face.

"Famished!" said Elliot, rubbing his flat stomach hungrily.

"Go in the kitchen and fix yourself a plate!" insisted McConnell, sending
his son on.
	Elliot McConnell wasted no time rushing into the kitchen, jumping
into the pots as if it was Thanks Giving! "Sorry baby..." said McConnell,
looking at Andy's disappointed face. "...he's my son...!"

"I didn't say anything...!" said Andy, defensively. "I just..., I wanted
this night to be special...!"

"It IS..." said McConnell, looking down at their matching rings. "...it's
our anniversary!" he laughed, taking Andy into his arms playfully. Andrew
gave in, unable to stay mad at the older man for long as he leaned upward
for a kiss. But just before their lips could touch, the kitchen door burst
open with Elliot spilling back into the room.

"What's with all the food in there...?" he asked with his plate running
over. As he prepared to set his plate down on the table, he noticed the
candlelight and romantic setting. Turning around he then noticed the banner
hanging overhead barring David and Andy's names with Happy Anniversary on
it.
	He looked back at the two men oddly..., "Oh shit...!" he gasped,
realizing he was interrupting something. "Oh damn dad..., I could go away
and come back tomorrow...!" he said, feeling like an intruder.

"Oh no, no son..., its okay...!" insisted McConnell, putting his son at
ease. "We can celebrate anytime!" he added, causing a sharp twinge to shoot
through Andy...


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WEST PHILLY

	27 yr old Malik Jones pulled up outside his modest one bedroom
apartment building in West Philly, then proceeded up the front steps to his
apartment on the second floor of a two story walkup. From the moment he
entered the building he could hear the steady boom of the loud base coming
from his apartment, a regular occurrence since Marvin's parole). The
neighbors often complained about the loudness rap music coming from their
apartment, claiming it disrupted their own households. Malik had to promise
it wouldn't happen again, having to beg Marvin to keep the music at a
controlled decimal. However, Marvin wasn't exactly known for his
trustworthiness, nor his consideration for others.
	Malik put his key in the door (dreading the argument he anticipated
with his live-in lover over the music), taking down the taped noted
messages from angry neighbors when he was unexpectedly surprised by the
sight of a girl dancing erotically in the middle of his living room
floor. She had her back to him as she openly flirted with Marvin who was
sitting on the sofa, tossing back a large 40oz bottle of Old E. while
smoking a joint.
	His eyes lit up when Malik walked in.

"Sup babe...?!" he asked, his eyes as red as stop lights. "I didn't wanna
start the party without ya!"

"Party...?" asked Malik, tucking the angry notes in his pocket. "What
party...?"
	Marvin jumped up off the sofa, turning the girl around to meet
Malik.

"This's Fontaine..." introduced Marvin.

"Fontella...!" corrected the girl.

"Whateva...!" said Marvin (obviously high), Malik could smell the beer and
blunt on his breath. "This's my roommate I was tellin' you bout...!"
continued Marvin, happily. "Cute, ain't he...?"

"Yeah..., he cute...!" said the girl, looking Malik over like a steak
dinner.
	Malik squirmed...

"uh..., what's going on, Marvin...?" he asked, having had a long day.

"Remember that 3sum we talked about havin'...?" asked Marvin, his large
muscled arm draped heavily about the girl's shoulders.

"uh...no!" answered Malik.

"Yes you do...!" insisted Marvin. "We talked about it a couple times...!"

"Okay..." said Malik.

"Well I told Fontaine about it, and she's down with it!" glee Marvin. "She
like freaky shit like that, right...?" he asked, looking down her blouse.

"Fontella!" corrected the girl. "And yeah..., I like that kinky stuff!" she
giggled.
	Malik tried not to roll his eyes up into his head. He was not
mentally prepared for this.

"How did your meeting go with your parole officer...?" he asked, heading
for the liquor cabinet.

"Oh..., its all good!" said Marvin, bypassing the topic.

"Did he ask about your job situation...?" asked Malik, turning down the
stereo.

"Yeh..., I told em my brother's gonna look out for me...!" answered Marvin,
pulling the girl into his arms.

"I spoke to captain McConnell today..." continued Malik, pouring himself a
glass of red wine. "...he gave me the lead on a job for you..." he added,
turning back towards the dancing couple. "...its nothing glamorous, but the
employer's convict friendly...!"

"Kew..., I'll check it out tomorrow...!" said Marvin, half listening as he
smoked weed and ground his growing woodie against the dancer. "Yo, we gonna
do this or what...?"

"Do what...?" asked Malik, taking a sip of wine.

"Fuck this bitch!" answered Marvin eagerly, the alcohol and drugs affecting
him.

"Hey...!" protested Fontella.
	Marvin stuck the blunt in her mouth.

"I need a shower..." said Malik, heading for the bathroom.

"What's going on here...?" asked the girl, taking a deep toke. "He gonna
fuck me or not...?"

"Do me a favor babee..." said Marvin, soberly. "...go into the bedroom,
undress, and get in the bed..., we'll be there inna minnut!"

"Okay!" smiled the girl, jotting off towards the bedroom as Marvin turned
towards Malik.

"What's up, dawg...?" he asked, coldly.

"What do you mean...?" asked Malik, dumbly.

"I told ya..., I don't kno how long I could hold off fuckin' chicks...!"
reminded Marvin. "I'm not gay..., I like pussy! Matter of fact, I LOVE
pussy! And I thought you said you did too at some point...?"

"I did..., I mean I do..." said Malik confused, the rap music still pumping
through his brain. "But its been awhile..., I haven't fucked a woman in 2
years!"

"Its juss like ridin' a bike, babe..." smiled Marvin, coaxing Malik into
it. "...once you rode, you always kno how to ride!"

"I guess..." said Malik, unenthused.

"That gurl's in there juss waitin' for us to go in there and fuck the shit
outta her!" said Marvin, pumped up. "Let's go in there and show er what two
hard horny ass men can do to her...!? C'mon...!" insisted Marvin, egging
Malik on.
	Malik followed behind Marvin, knowing this was something the big
guy wanted to do as a couple. Malik started to feel a little more in-tuned
once he saw the girls lying naked on the bed, and the wine started to kick
in.

	Marvin peeled off his shirt and began unfastening his pants as his
eyes focused in on the girl's spread legs and hairy pussy. He licked his
lips as he pushed his pants and underwear off from around his ankles, and
dove face first in-between her legs.
	Fontella moaned as Marvin's thick tongue immediately began to toy
and tickle her clit, he parted the hair with his fingers and drilled his
tongue along the slit, tasting her freshness for the first time.

	Malik watched as he too began removing his clothes, enjoying the
sight of his lover facedown between some young chick's spread
thighs. Malik's dick rose rock hard at the thought of getting his first
piece of pussy in 2 years, since just after he met Marvin. He could still
remember the day fresh in his mind as if it were yesterday, the way the
drug dealer conned him into allowing him to shove his curious fingers up
his asshole looking for drugs, then how he took advantage of him and forced
his fat hard dick up his ass without permission.
	Malik remembered that day with mixed emotions of anger and
lust. Anger because that was the day his life forever changed (not
necessarily for the better), and lust because the past two years had been
the best he'd ever had sexually. Malik was still very confused with his
sexuality, not knowing if he were gay or straight? All he knew was that he
enjoyed being sexually dominated, something he had never experienced in
straight life. How would that translate in a healthy relationship with a
woman? He didn't know. But until that day came, he would simply enjoy what
he had.

	Marvin held Fontella's legs open like wishbone as he claimed
possession of her pussy. He sealed his mouth to her womb, sucking at her
clitoris and tonguing her snatch with gusto. He loved the taste of a
woman's vagina, having missed it while incarcerated behind bars. If he
could bottle pussy and eat it whenever he wanted, he would be happy and
satisfied. Sometimes he wished Malik was a girl, so he could knock him up
and claim that pussy forever. Marvin didn't know how to express his love
for anything beyond fucking it to death. If he loved someone he fucked
them, and fucked them, and fucked them until he didn't love then
anymore. In most cases the love left when the sex burnt out, by then he
would have moved onto someone new. He never felt for a man like he felt for
Malik. He wondered how his youngest brother (Jeffery) would feel about his
relationship with Malik? Marvin had said some harsh things to his brother
(Blacksub-II), things he was sure scared Jeffery to death. Marvin wondered
if he would accept his apology?

	Fontella moaned like a wounded kitten as her pussy was eaten by an
expert diver. She cocked her legs open, giving the ex-convict plenty of
room to eat as his huge rough hands mauled all over her delicate body. She
loved the way he explored her, his hands roaming all over her breasts as he
pulled and squeezed her B-cups as if handling water balloons. She felt
totally consumed by his mouth as he ate her from below and slowly worked
his way up.
	Fontalla felt Marvin kissing and licking his way across her flat
belly and up to her tits. He positioned himself up on his knees as he
sucked her fat hard nipples, taking each one into his mouth as he pulled
and bit them with his teeth. He felt Malik's mouth on his dick and balls
from behind, licking up and down the hard pole dangling between his
legs. Fontella moaned and squirmed in heated anticipation, her pussy
drooling for the feel of Marvin's huge manhood plowing into her.

	Malik twisted and bent his head between Marvin's spread legs to get
at his upside down dick. He licked along the fat underbelly, wetting it
with his tongue before contorting his neck to suck the head into his mouth.
	Marvin's dick grew rock hard, the head filling Malik's mouth as he
polished the knob and then helped aim it down towards the girl's hot cunt.

	Marvin felt his dick head kiss against her quivering cunt lips
before sliding in. He held his breath as his dick penetrated her vaginal
lips (stretching them wide) before sinking forward. He sighed aloud as the
wet softness of her interior sucked him in like a hot vacuum. He tried
burying his 10 inches all the way in, but she was too tight as she screamed
out loud and rejected his deep plunge, only allowing about 7 of his 10
inches inside.

"Oh god, it's too big...!" he protested, feeling her vaginal wall
stretching.
	A bit frustrated, Marvin began to pump in and out, trying to bury
more dick with each stroke. But Fontella was tight, and unable to give him
the depth he desired as he moved shallowly through her with just only a few
inches. She held her hands up at his hip bones defensively, limiting the
depths of his strokes. Marvin had half a mind to hold her hands down and
plow straight into her, to force her to take all of his throbbing manhood
like a bitch was supposed to. Fontella was moaning and groaning like a dog
in heat, her poor pussy already beaten and defeated as it stretched beyond
its normal limits. She could feel Marvin's rod digging deeper with nearly
every stroke, trying to gain ground. He wasn't respecting her limits as he
bore his big thick dick deeper into her moist abyss.

	Malik watched from the sidelines with mixed emotions, listening to
the girl moan a mixture of pleasurably painful grunts and groans. He was
well aware of what she was going through, her body trying to accommodate
the thick slab of huge bull meat pummeling her insides like a mallet. How
many times had Marvin taken him when he wasn't entirely enthralled in the
idea, nor in the mood to take it? Too many times to count. Marvin
considered his asshole his own personal playground, leaving Malik with very
little say in what happened to it.
	Malik sometimes felt overshadowed by Marvin's domineering
persona. There had been many times over the past two years when Malik felt
like calling it quits, only to have Marvin physically take over his body
like a puppet master, pulling the right strings to keep Malik hooked on the
end of his dick. Sometimes Malik hated Marvin, for turning his life upside
down and turning him into some dick hungry bottom hound. At times Malik
felt as if his asshole had a mind of its own, seeking Marvin's fat dick
even when his mind said otherwise.

	He stroked his own 7" hardon as he watched Marvin's big brown ass
hump up and down as he tried to drive his thick dick into the girl lying
beneath him. Malik could hear her loud moans and unexpected yips with each
and every inward thrust of Marvin's hole stretcher. She felt as if her
pussy was being re-arranged from the inside just to accommodate his huge
fat phallus. She clawed at Marvin's back with her fingernails as his dick
bore through her like a battering ram, ripping through her cervix as he
pummeled into her very core.

	Malik patiently awaited his turn, eagerly anticipating being
reuniting with a woman once again. He heard Fontella complaining about
Marvin's dick being too big for her pussy as she begged him to stop fucking
her. Malik could see the anger and frustration on Marvin's face as he had
to pull out of the girl cunt. "What the fuck you agree to come here for if
you can't take dick...?" asked the ex-convict angrily, his thick dick still
hard and unsatisfied as it stuck up from his groin like a limb.

"I didn't know your shit was thick like that...!" complained the girl,
rubbing her sore pussy.

"Then let my boi Malik had at it..., he should be more your speed!" said
Marvin, offering Malik a go.
	The girl settled back as Malik crawled into position between her
legs, his 7" hardon standing stiff and straight. She watched as Malik
leaned in over top her, then aimed his dick down at her gaping hole and
pushed in. "Ooooh mannnn..." moaned Malik, loving how hot and wet the
girl's pussy felt around his dick. She happily accepted his smaller manhood
as it slipped into her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Fuck that bitch!" encouraged Marvin, angry that he wasn't getting off
himself. He watched Malik slow hump on top he girl, watching him grind his
pelvis onto her mound as he churned all 7 inches of his hard dick inside
her.
	Malik loved how the girl's body molded to the shape and size of his
rod as he bottomed out inside her. He ground his hips into her as he
reacquainted his manhood with the welcoming depths of a woman's vagina
again. Once his mind finally wrapped around the idea, he began pumping into
her, slowly sliding his dick in and out of her oven how furnace. Her body
was so soft compared to Marvin's big bulky muscles. Old feelings of manly
pride and masculinity began to fill Malik's brain, reminding him of how it
used to be. Names and faces of female conquest filled his mind, reminding
him of the player he once was. Names like: Sheila, Donna, Karen, Candy,
Joy, Ameena, Jillian, Teresa, Tonia, Lener, Brenda, Monique, Joslynn,
Caroline, Samantha, Niki, Pamela, Tracy, Linda and Marcy (just to name a
few). How telling were those bachelor days? The days when he was straight
and brought home a different woman nightly? Thank god for actors like
Lerenz Tate from the movie "Why Do Fools Fall In Love?", for opening the
door for the younger looking smaller framed man with the cute face and a
tight body. Yes Lerenz Tate had helped Malik bag many women, using the same
charm and personality, --that is until Marvin came along and turned his
whole world around.

	Marvin watched with growing interest as Malik's perfectly round ass
moved up and down alluringly, egging him on sexually. His loins heated with
tantalizing desire as he watched Malik screw his first piece of girl ass in
years. But even as Malik fucked his way through the chick underneath him,
Marvin couldn't help looking at his ass and feel overcome with lust.
	Malik looked back in surprise when he felt Marvin's thick bull
fingers nestling into his ass crack. He felt the fingertips nudging his
asshole, poking around inside as he humped into the girl under him. Marvin
gave into desire as he pried Malik's ass cheeks apart, then buried his face
in-between. Malik stifled a gasp, unsure how much Marvin divulged to the
girl about their relationship? Surely the big guy didn't admit that they
were lovers? Why would a girl agree to be the centerpiece of with 3sum if
she knew about their bisexuality?

	Marvin jammed his face in-between Malik's ass cheeks, licking and
sucking at his sweet honey-hole and knocking Malik off his rhythm. Malik
found it hard to maintain a good pumping rhythm with Marvin's tongue buried
in his ass. He tried continuing, not wanting the girl to suspect anything
odd or out of the ordinary, but after Marvin pushed Malik flat down on top
of her (preventing Malik from screwing), he knew she knew something was up.

	Marvin slobbered all over Malik's asshole, leaving thick gobs of
slick saliva coating the inner and outer ring. He moved up into position
above him, then aimed his dick down at Malik's tunnel of love. "No man,
don't..." begged Malik, looking up over head as Marvin loomed and pressed
his fat hard dick head up to his chute and shoved in. "ARRRHHHH...!!"
yelled Malik out loud, totally impaled on Marvin's dick. Fontella felt the
additional weight on top of her, weighing her down into the mattress.
	Malik looked embarrassed as they both eye balled each other, the
strain of unexpected impalement showing clearly on his face. Fontella
looked confused, until Marvin's face came down beside Malik's, resting on
his shoulder. Marvin smiled down at her as she smiled up at him, Malik
firmly sandwiched between the two of them.

"Are you fucking him...?" she asked, already knowing the answer as Marvin's
hips began to drive Malik's dick deeper into her. "Fuck him...!" she
yelled, feeling the impact of Marvin's thrusts.
	Malik moaned as he lay facing the girl, his body no longer his to
command. He was merely a vessel, a conduct between Marvin and Fontella as
they both used his bodyto fuck each other.

	Fontella opened her legs more for Malik, allowing his slim petite
physique to wedge in place as Marvin's thrusting hips sent Malik's dick
slamming into her. He slapped his pelvis into Malik's bare ass, hammering
his meat 10 inches deep in Malik's well used ass. `Now THIS is how pussy's
supposed to work!' --he thought to himself.
	Fontella encouraged Marvin to fuck harder, humping her own pelvis
up into Malik's groin as she took his manhood to the root with each
stroke. Malik felt like a ragdoll between the two of them, unable to get a
good rhythm off of either of them. He merely lay there, getting fucked
(front and back) as the two bodies on either side of him humped and slammed
into him like bucking broncos.

	Fontella was the first one to cum as her pussy suddenly locked up
around Malik's dick, clamping down on him like a vice as she shook and
trembled erotically. Malik moaned softly as her pussy sucked and massaged
his hardon, trying to draw the cum out of him. Her body was softened under
his as her orgasm subsided and her vaginal walls relaxed for easier
fucking.
	Malik could feel Marvin hammering at his backside, sending his dick
well deep with every inward plunge. Marvin had been training Malik's anal
pussy for two whole years, stretching the anal walls to fit his enormous
ramrod so he could fuck it when and wherever he liked. Malik's ass was well
broken, trained to take Marvin's dick at the drop of a dime. Marvin grabbed
Malik by the shoulders, pulling his body back onto his thick plugging dick
with every stroke, sending his dick in harder. Malik grit his teeth, taking
the heavy pounding as his own dick see-sawed in and out of the girl beneath
him. She took his dick with ease, happy that she didn't have to house
Marvin humongous rod herself. In fact she encouraged Marvin to fuck Malik
harder, holding Malik around the waist as Marvin held his shoulders stiff,
fucking deep into his boi-pussy.

"Fuck him...! Give him that dick! Ride his ass! Fuck him harder!!" snarled
Fontella, enjoying watching another man take the punishment normally meant
for women.
	Malik was beginning to hate her as his ass was split wide open
around Marvin's plunging shaft. He was actually responding to the woman's
taunts, fucking Malik with deeper stronger strokes as his dick head beat in
his back wall of his anus like a sledgehammer.

	Despite the painful humiliation of getting butt fucked in front of
a woman, Malik's dick remained rock hard as Marvin's repeated thrust helped
move Malik's erection in and out of the girl's cunt. Malik could feel his
own climax building the harder Marvin fucked him. It angered him that
Marvin held such control over his body, that he could dictate Malik's
climaxes just by the pace of his hips.
	Malik bit his lower lip as his dick began to pulsate, salivating
pre-cum in Fontella's pussy like pollen to a flower. He clinched his ass
cheeks tight as Marvin continued to plow through them. He could feel his
orgasm mounting as his body went rigid. Fontella saw his eyes roll up into
his head as a long groan of anguish escaped his lips. Malik trembled like a
new born calf as the cum shot out of his dick in rapid fire, filling
Fontella's feminine cup to overflow as his dick jumped and jerked wildly
inside her.

	Marvin heard Malik's familiar groans, then felt his asshole spasm
around his plunging dick as he banged the officer harder. Fontella locked
her knees to Malik's ribcage as he came inside her, accepting the manly
gift even as Malik was still being butt banged from behind.
	Marvin could feel his own orgasm beginning to hit as he grabbed
Malik about the neck with his forearm, headlocking him. Malik choked
slightly as his breath was cut off. His dick was still firing the last of
his load when he felt Marvin ram all the way in and hold it there. A moment
later Marvin yanked Malik up into kneeling position (Malik's dick still
buried in the girl's pussy). Malik could feel Marvin's muscled chest
pressed against his back. He could hear Marvin's breathing harder as his
thick dick swelled in his anal gut, then started hosing thick creamy wads
of hot gushing cum directly into Malik's entrails.

"AAARRRRRRRRRHHHHHH FUCK...!!!" yelled Marvin, cumming like a cannon as he
blasted away in Malik's ass.
	Malik lay captive in Marvin's choke hold. He looked down at
Fontella as she looked up at him, a smirk creeping across her cute face to
signify the moment Marvin filled his ass with cum. She knew Marvin was
emptying his heavy ball sac in Malik's gut by the way the big man
panted. He held onto Malik's torso like a drowning victim clings to a life
preserve. Every grunt the big guy made signified another gush of semen
filling Malik's anal canal. Malik slowly closed his eyes, hiding his
momentary shame as he was once again reduced to being the convict's
cumdump.


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MANYANK

	21 year old Elliot McConnell sits in his father's living room,
watching cable TV while McConnell and his lover (Andrew) clean up in the
kitchen. "So..., what're we gonna do about this...?" asked Andy, washing
the dirty pots by hand in the sink.

"I don't know yet..." said McConnell, looking out at his son through the
kitchen observation window.

"Are you gonna call his mother...?" asked Andy, obviously troubled with the
idea of McConnell's son staying with them.

"His mother and I aren't exactly on good speaking terms...!" reminded
McConnell. "She must be pretty angry with him if she sent him HERE to
live!"

"But..., you're his father...!" said Andrew, confused.

"Yeah..., his GAY father..." corrected McConnell. "Christina never got over
the fact that I lied to her about my sexuality all those years...! She
still sees our marriage as a total sham! She's never allowed me to forget
that. And she's always kept the kids at a distance from me, to hurt me. For
her to send Elliot here, means something really bad must have gone down
that he's not telling us!"

"So..., you're gonna call his mother and get to the bottom of it...?" asked
Andrew, repeating the question.

"I'll give him a few days to think it over..., then if he doesn't come
clean, I'll have no choice but to call his mother!" said McConnell,
thinking it over rationally.

"A few days...??" questioned Andrew. "How're we supposed to celebrate out
anniversary with him camped out in the very next room for a few days...?"
	McConnell looked over at his young lover, knowing Andy had went
through a lot of trouble prepping for their special night...

"Surely it can hold off for just a few more days, can't it...?" asked
McConnell, touching Andy's shoulder. "I promise..., as soon as I talk to
his mother and find out what's going on, we'll have our special day all
over again, okay?"

"O..." before Andrew could even finish, McConnell walked out of the kitchen
to go say goodnight to his son, leaving Andrew to tidy up the kitchen
alone. "...kay...!"


Continued...

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