Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2009 22:04:15 -0500
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the precinct II -pt5

[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 -Pt-5
Title: SALVATION

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
MANAYUNK

	Knowing his boyfriend was off today (and still steaming over last
night's disastrous anniversary night), McConnell decided to surprise Andy
by picking him up for a long lunch. He didn't bother to call, knowing
Andrew was probably sleeping late and hiding out in the bedroom from his
son Elliot. McConnell knew he needed to talk to Elliot (or his mother) and
find out what the problem was with him and school, but McConnell couldn't
help enjoying having his son close to him under the same roof again. His
ex-wife (Christina) had made it hard for him to see his kids after the
divorce, causing scenes and turning them against him (making them believe
he didn't love them) every time he missed a visit. His oldest son (Junior)
still doesn't speak to him to this day, believing his mother's lies.
	McConnell pulled into his designated parking spot, determined to
stop feeling sorry for himself. His kids were all grown now with lives and
minds of their own, he would never try to force them to call him, or
pretend to be happy with the decisions he made, that would have to be a
choice they made on their own.

	He walked up to his condo door, unlocked it and walked
in. "Elliot...? Andy...?" he called into an empty living room. He was sure
both men were probably still sleeping, the kitchen was still spotless from
the cleaning it got last night after dinner. Suddenly McConnell heard
voices, coming from the master bedroom. He tossed his car keys onto the
coffee table, then made his way towards his bedroom.
	Inside were Andy and Elliot (Andrew still in his PJ's while Elliot
only wore an open pair of blue jeans), sitting on the foot of the bed
playing video games, both so enthusiastically engrossed in killing Zombie
Ninjas, that they didn't even notice McConnell staring at them.

"Take that! And that! And that! And that!" yelled Elliot, his thumbs
hammering the tiny buttons on his control handle.

"It's too many of them...!" yelled Andy, his character getting beat up by a
gang of evil Ninjas.

"Use your LIFE FORCE!" said Elliot, twisting and turning his upper body
with the controls, as if trying to make his character dodge along with him.

"What Life Force..., HOW...??" asked Andy, trying to stay alive.

"Crouch him, then pressed action, control, and action twice..., and he'll
kill em all at once!" said Elliot, biting his lower lip as he pounded his
thump on his own action button 20 times consecutively.
	Andy did as Elliot suggested, then watched as a small force field
expanded from his character's soul, disintegrating all of the Zombie Ninjas
around him in one swoop.

"It worked!" laughed Andy, surprised. "How'd you know about that...?"

"Hours and hours playing with my dorm buddies...!" disclosed Elliot.

"That explains why you dropped out of school...!" smiled McConnell, leaning
in the doorway.

"Dad...!" startled Elliot, looking up. "I didn't see you standing there...!
How long've you been there...?"

"A few minutes..., you two were really engrossed!"

"It's addicting...!" said Elliot.

"What're you doing him from work this early...?" asked Andy, pressing pause
on the game.

"Well..., I thought I'd take you out to lunch today..., to make up for the
botched dinner last night..." said McConnell, as Andy walked towards him.

"Cool..., I'm starved...!" said Elliot, jumping up from his seat to run to
his room to get dressed. McConnell chuckled as Elliot ran past him, darting
into the guest room. "uh..., sorry hon'..., that invitation was supposed to
be for just US!" said McConnell, apologetic.

"I know..." said Andy, walking into McConnell's arms as he leaned upward to
kiss.

"I could tell Elliot he's not invited...!" said McConnell, kissing Andy
softly on the lips.

"No..., I don't mind, really!" said Andrew. "He's cool!"

"Like his ole man...?" asked McConnell, jokingly.
	Andy laughed at the comparison.

"Yeah..., just a LOT younger!" he responded.

"Hey..., wasn't it you who said age was nothing but a number...?" asked
McConnell, as Andy went to the closet to change into something to wear.

"Sometimes YOUR number goes to bed too early!" joked Andy, making fun of
McConnell's age for the first time.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< NORTH PHILLY

	On the corner of Oxford and Reed lies the Burger Joint, a popular
fast food place that the local police frequent. It's where Jake was taken
for his first lunch with his former partner (Bruce Gardner), on his first
day as a new rookie on the Force. Jake decided to treat his new rookie
partner (Rodney Ellis) to the same tradition.

"This burger is a sloppy piece of shit...!" complained Ellis, dropping the
sandwich (dripping with mayo, ketchup, mustard, pickles, tomatoes, lettuce
and onions) onto its paper napkin on a picnic table outside the shop.

"You're crazy..., this place's a legend among officers...!" said Jake,
after taking a huge mouthful of the same style burger.

"It's why so many officers are overweight...!" surmised Ellis, pushing the
food away."If we're gonna do fast food, at least make it a buffet where we
can get some fruits and vegetables! This shit'll make you fat!"

"You're probably right..." said Jake, setting down his own unfinished
sandwich. "Funny thing is..., I never ate this kind of stuff until I became
a cop! Now I'm a fast food junkie!" said Jake, immediately regretting his
use of the word Junkie, given his current addiction to Sextasy.

"Yeah well..., I know a good place that serves REAL food..." said Ellis,
dumping his burger in the trash on his way back to the cruiser.
	Jake followed, getting into the driver's seat before taking off
from the corner. They barely drove a few blocks before Ellis noticed a
teenage boy standing on a well known drug corner. His eyes narrowed with
focus when he noticed someone walk up to him. The man and the teenager did
a quick exchange of hands, passing drugs and money right there in the open
in broad daylight.

"Stop the car!" ordered Ellis, jumping from the passenger seat. He ran
across the busy intersection, stopping traffic as he darted onto the
sidewalk. The teenager looked up to see the officer running towards him,
and took off around the corner. "Stop..., police!" yelled Ellis, rounding
the same corner. He noticed the boy duck into an alley way, running down
the narrow passage as he ran through water puddles and jumped debris.
	Ellis followed, his wide shoulders crapping against the walls as he
tried to balance out his bigger body. He yelled out his pursuit on the
walkie-talkie on his shoulder. He saw the boy dart left when he exited the
alley. When Ellis came out, he didn't see the boy anywhere in
sight. Knowing the kid had to be hiding somewhere nearby, Ellis pulled his
gun and began to search the area.

"Where is he...??" asked Jake, pulling up in the street in his squad car.

"He's around here somewhere...!" said Ellis, noticing a large van parked
close by. He motioned to Jake that he was going to check out the van. Jake
pulled his own gun from his hoister, aiding in the search. Ellis eased up
to the back of the van, then carefully peeked in through the back window to
find the van empty inside. He then decided to crouch down and check
underneath... "Hold it right there...!" he ordered, finding the teen hiding
beneath.
	With Jake covering from the street, Ellis reached under the van and
physically dragged the kid out at gun point.

"I ain't done nothing...!" yelled the kid, his face hidden under his hoodie
as Ellis threw him over the squad car's hood.

"Shut the fuck up, punk!" ordered Ellis, twisting the kid's arm behind his
back as he sheathed his gun and reached for his cuffs.

"Get the fuck offa me...! Get off..! I ain't do shit...! This's bullshit!!"
protested the kid, feeling the handcuffs tighten around his wrists.

"What did you see...?" asked Jake, sheathing his own gun once he saw the
suspect secured.

"I saw him dealing right there in the open...!" said Ellis, reaching into
the kid's pocket to pull out several vales of Sextasy. "It's a clean
arrest, trust me!" he said, stuffing the items back into the kid's pocket.

"Good eye...!" said Jake, feeling a cold chill when he saw the Sextasy.

"Those ain't mine...! You planted that shit on me!" argued the boy.

"Shut the fuck up, punk...! I bet I planted the arm's length arrest sheet
I'm sure you have in records too, eh...?" asked Ellis, yanking the kid's
hoodie off as he pulled his torso up off the hood.
	Jake's eyes widened with recognition as he and the boys eyes
locked...

"Jake...!" yelled the kid, trying to pull away from Ellis. "Get this monkey
mofo off me, man!"

"You know this punk...?" asked Ellis, holding the boy by the hoodie.

"I uh..." said Jake, unable to answer.

"Jake man..., tell this mofo who I am...!" ordered the kid.
	Jake looked like a deer in headlights...

"He's uh..., he's a friend of mine..." said Jake, reluctantly.

"A friend...?" asked Ellis skeptically, looking at Jake then at the boy,
knowing they were from different worlds. "How old'r you...?"

"Seventeen!" said the kid.
	Ellis looked back up at Jake...

"You hang with 17 year old drug dealers often...?" he asked, sarcastically.
	Jake looked befuddled.

"He's an informant...!" added Jake, hoping that would make a difference.

"That don't excuse his actions...!" said Ellis, still holding the kid under
arrest.

"He's not a bad kid..." defended Jake.

"He has 12 vales of crack in his pocket!" argued Ellis.

"Please..." said Jake, begging. "...I use him for information...!"

"What kinda information...?" asked Ellis.

"What the fuck you talkin' bout bitch...?! I don't tell you shit!" shouted
the boy.

"We're supposed to be getting shit like this OFF the streets!" countered
Ellis.

"Please, man..., --I'll owe you...!" begged Jake, pleadingly.
	Ellis couldn't help but wonder why Jake was fighting so hard to
free a lowlife 17 year old crack dealer...? What was the real reason behind
it?

"Okay..." he said, shoving the kid back down on the hood of the car as he
removed his handcuffs. "...but you owe me big time!" he concluded, walking
back to the car.

"Bitch!" yelled the kid, rubbing his sore wrists as Jake walked over to
console him.

"You okay, Smooch...?" he whispered, trying to keep Ellis from hearing.

"What the fuck was all that about...?" asked the teenager, angrily. "What
the fuck you doin' arrestin' me...??! I'm gonna tell K-lo...!"

"Smooch, please..., it wasn't my idea..., I didn't know it was you he was
chasing...!" pleaded Jake, trying to do damage control.

"Fuck that, man...! Tempest's gonna hear about this shit! If you think he
turned your ass out before..., wait'll he hears about this shit...!" yelled
the kid. "He's gonna fuck you a NEW asshole! I'm gonna make sure of that
shit!"
	Jake waited until Smooch walked away before returning to his
car. He ran his hand nervously through his hair, wondering what he could do
to elevate the situation? Sure Tempest would understand he helped Smooch?
When he turned around, he saw his partner Ellis staring at him through the
windshield. Had he heard the whole conversation...?


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

	The end of another work day. The detectives punch out of a lack
luster day, hoping to have better luck tomorrow. At least there were no
casualties they say to themselves in consolation. Maleece Cortez couldn't
wait to get home. A long hot bath with a cold beer sounded good. But
despite his plans he found himself curiously driving by The Peepshow Palace
on Columbus Boulevard. At first he didn't realize why he was there again so
soon (chap-2), until he noticed the royal blue Mercedes parked out front
with the distinctive license plate `Tony'.

	Maleece felt an unexplainable excitement rush through him as he
quickly turned his car around and found a parking space in front of the
building. He got out of the car and walked in through the front door, his
eyes scanning the area for Tony.
	He walked around the shop, browsing by the aisles past the DVD
sales and various sex toys and up to the front counter where he made change
for the video booths in back.

	There were several men wandering around in back, cruising no
doubt. Maleece didn't know which booth Tony was in, so he decided to stake
out the hall. He busied himself by studying the video booth pictures,
pretending to make up his mind which video he wanted to watch. Then he saw
the man he'd been looking for.
	Tony (the well built Italian Maleece saw in chap-2) came out of one
of the booths, his zipper down with a huge tent in the crotch of his
pants. Maleece watched as he walked by him and up to the front counter for
singles, then rushed back to his empty booth. Maleece saw an older man
moving towards the booth next door, --a predator no doubt, about to beat
Maleece to the punch. But Maleece stopped him, pulling out his badge and
telling the man to "beat it!" The man rushed off scared, probably never to
return again. Maleece went into the booth and closed and locked the door
behind him. He placed a few quarters into the slot as the metal curtain
rose revealing the stripper dancing inside. But Maleece wasn't interested
in watching the girls perform this time, he was more interested in the man
next door.

	Kneeling down on the floor, he gently leaned into the wall, then
peered through the round hole leading into the next booth. Sure enough
there was Tony, stroking his cock. Maleece unfastened his own pants,
freeing his erection. He stroked himself while watching the man pleasure
himself, not knowing he was being watched.

	Tony watched the two girls behind the glass as they slowly caressed
each other's breasts and bodies, kissing like lesbians. He had a lot of
pent up frustration today, having walked out of an important meeting with
his uncle that morning (last chap). All day he stewed over the decision he
made to walk out on his uncle, wondering if he did the right thing? He
wanted to be taken seriously in the underworld, but he hated watching his
uncle get blown by that faggot drag queen hiding under the table, cheating
on his favorite auntie. But now that everything was all done and said, he
wondered if he over reacted?
	Tony never understood gay men (how they could choose cock over
pussy was beyond him?). He never saw that they had a legitimate place in
society. What was their purpose in life besides bringing confusion and
chaos? Yet he couldn't help realizing that he was the only man at the table
who complained about it, the only one who wasn't comfortable with another
man under the table sucking their dicks, and the only man NOT in on one of
the biggest deals in his underworld career!

	Tony had been begging his uncle for more responsibility in the
family business for years, and the first time his uncle actually offered to
include him he flunked out because of his homophobias. He wondered had
things been different had he allowed the fag bitch to suck his dick? Would
his uncle and his associates appreciated him more had he been just `one of
the guys?' He could now be enjoying the fruits of that deal had he not
allowed his old prejudices to get in the way.
	The more he thought about it, the more Tony believed he should have
just shut up and let it happen. What harm would it have done to let the
bitch cop his load? As a black fag transvestite, she deserved no less than
to suck his slimy load anyway! He wished he could go back and redo it all
over again, he'd choke the bitch with the juice he had built in his balls!

	The metal curtain closed before he was finished. When Tony looked
down to get some more money from his wallet, he noticed the hole in the
wall about waist high. He looked over to see another faggot staring in on
him, watching him stroke his fat muscle.
	At first he was pissed, ready to go next door and beat the living
crap out of him for infringing on his privacy. But suddenly he had a change
of heart. This was why he was standing on the outside of the restaurant
looking in, while his uncle and Pooh were inside making deals without
him. To rectify his way of thinking, Tony decided to let the cocksucker in
the next booth have what he wanted.

	Maleece watched as Tony placed another bill into the machine,
causing the lights to go dark in his booth as the curtain rose once
again. But instead of continuing jacking, Maleece was surprised when he
turned towards the gloryhole, then inserted his cock through.
	Maleece jumped back, not expecting that move in a million
years. His first instinct was to get up out of there, but something
compelled him to stay as he stared openly at the cock staring back at him.

	Maleece moved in closer, looking at the cock up close. It stood
about 8", fat and uncut with a deep odd looking piss slit. The head peeked
out from the foreskin, the tip already leaking pre-cum excitement. "You
gonna suck that dick or what, asshole...?" asked Tony, his dick starting to
wilt with the passing seconds. Maleece could feel his heart beating wildly
in his chest as he contemplated what to do. Fearing Tony might withdraw,
Maleece cautiously reached out and touched the cock. Tony felt the hand
moving back and forth on his shaft, stroking him gently. He looked at his
watch, determining this was a waste of time. But just as he was about to
pull his cock back through the hole (believing the cocksucker timid), he
suddenly felt a warm mouth on his dick.

	Maleece gave into his long time curiosity and bit the bullet. He
started licking Tony's dick along the sides of the shaft, avoiding the
dreaded pre-cummed head. He painted his tongue up and down the sides of the
cock, surprised by the pleasant taste and lack of urine. His own dick was
throbbing hard in his pants as he licked all about Tony's manhood.
	He licked at the underbelly, feeling his tongue trail the cum tube
beneath. Soon he invited his lips to join in, wrapping them around the cock
sideways as he suckled at the under shaft (still avoiding the head). He ran
his mouth up and down the underbelly, feeling the loosened foreskin move
with his mouth.

"You gonna suck my dick or just make out with it...? Cuz I got better shit
ta do!" complained Tony, eager to get the job over with.
	Hearing his first (willing) oral encounter complain, Maleece took a
deep breath, closed his eyes, then took the pre-cummed cock head in his
mouth.

	It took every ounce of strength in his being to willingly take
Tony's dick in his mouth. Maleece thought it would make him feel like less
of a man to willingly give another man his mouth to fuck. How many times
had he secretly (mentally) degraded Jake for sucking him off to completion?
For being a cumdump cumslut and eating his load without even being told to?
Maleece believed himself FAR from being another Jake, but he certainly
never expected to put himself in this kind of position!

	Maleece fully expected to feel a cataclysmic change in his
personality if he willingly sucked another man off, --as if he would
instantly sprout wings and become a fairy. But as he slowly accepted the
Italian cock into his mouth, not much had changed, he was still Maleece
Cortez, he was still an undercover narcotics cop, and he was still he own
man. He wasn't suddenly hit with a lightning bolt, transforming him into
some she-male with an overwhelming desire to vogue and decorate. In fact it
was nearly the opposite. Maleece found taking the man's dick into his mouth
willingly, a liberation of sorts, --as if he had been carrying a burden
around on his shoulders for the past two years that was suddenly lifted!
	Maleece found himself bobbing his head and starting to enjoy
himself. Sucking cock wasn't as unpleasant as he remembered (chap-72 pt-3
of The HOLE). He ran his mouth up and down the hard (spit slick) surface,
tightening his lips and using his tongue to drag along the underbelly. He
relied on techniques Jake had often used on him in the past to get him off;
--covering his teeth with his lips so they won't scrape along the tender
shaft. He used plenty of spit, making sure the shaft was well lubricated
while he sucked. He took as much of the dick into his mouth as he could
without gagging, knowing he was no expert. He simply bobbed his head back
and forth, giving just enough friction to make the cock feel good.

	Tony had been reluctant to allow a fag to suck his dick. All
throughout his life as a child in his South Philly neighborhood, he had
heard stories about cocksuckers and queers, and how no real self-respecting
god fearing man would ever be caught dead with one. As a teenager he and
his friends used to beat fags up, driving around on a Friday or Saturday
night with nothing better to do than get drunk and gay bash. How many times
had they spotted queers coming out of the gay clubs, making noise and
cackling like drunken chicks? How many times had Tony and his friends drove
by, throwing beer bottles and bricks at them for no better reason than for
being gay? He clearly remembered the time he and 4 butch buddies (all red
blooded Italians) picked up some naive drag queen on a corner, then
convinced her to go with them to some abandoned warehouse for a wild gang
bang. The dumb queen took the bait and piled into the car with them. She
felt between their legs, massaging their dicks, believing they were going
to give her the fuck of her life. But when they got to the warehouse, they
dragged her from the car and practiced beating her with their fists. She
screamed and begged for mercy, but they continued beating her until she no
longer moved. Blood was all over their hands and shoes before reality set
in that they may have killed her. They all jumped back into the car and
sped off, leaving the drag queen alone to die on the gravel floor of an
abandoned building.
	Days later Tony recalled reading in the paper about how a man was
found unconscious in a local warehouse and taken to an area hospital where
he was expected to recover from a severe beating. Police had no suspects
and no one was ever charged in that attack, enraging the gay community who
protested outside City Hall for all of 3 days before giving up.

	Now Tony found himself allowing one of those very fags to slurp on
his dick. If his friends could see him now, it would be HIS body left on
the warehouse floor for dead.
	He had to admit to himself however, that the head wasn't bad (it
wasn't great either). He watched the girls dance and make out behind the
booth, picturing himself in the fray. He imagined himself between them,
eating their pussies while they sucked his dick. He closed his eyes and
imagined the whole scene in his head as he felt the faggot's mouth working
him over. He started to thrust into the wall, effectively face fucking the
mouth on the other side.

	Maleece could feel Tony growing more aggressive. He tried to keep
up with the thrusting penis as he followed it with his mouth. Occasionally
the cock would slip out, streaking across his face before he recaptured it
and resumed where he left off.
	Maleece couldn't believe how comfortable he felt sucking
dick. After over a year of living with and making love to Jake, he was
finally beginning to see what his partner got out of sucking cock. He loved
the way it felt in his mouth, as if specially designed for sucking. He
slurped along the hard swollen shaft, taking as much as he could. He felt
an unselfish desire to please, to make the dick feel good, to make
it...cum. The thought of taking another man's cum was something Maleece
wasn't ready to face. He had taken a broad step just taking the man's cock
in his mouth, sucking it as if he were some...

	Tony could feel himself getting closer as the images in his head
got wilder. He could see himself laid back in bed with one girl sitting on
his face, feeding him her pussy while the other girl rode his dick,
bouncing up and down like a pogo champion. He could feel his dick starting
to pulse with excitement, but not enough to take him over the
edge. Reaching down he pulled back from the hole (pulling his cock from the
hot mouth on the other side), and wrapped his hand around his spit wet
shaft and began jacking.
	Maleece was a bit disappointed when the cock withdrew, staring
through the hole as Tony began to jack off. He masturbated his own dick as
he watched the Italian play. Tony place his dick head up to the hole,
telling the cocksucker to "lick the head...!" Maleece leaned forward, doing
as told as he stuck out his tongue and gave the piss slit a few swipes.

"ooohhh yeeaaahhh, like that..." Moaned Tony, jacking harder as his balls
tightened along the base. He felt the cocksucker's lips envelope his dick
head, sucking sweetly on the crown just as he hit his peak. Figuring the
cocksucker hungry for cum, Tony let his load rip without warning. The cum
shot out of his dick like a cannon, spurting into and across Maleece's lips
and mouth like a fountain.
	Maleece pulled back when he felt the first spurt or two. He could
taste the salty fluid in his mouth, assaulting his taste-buds. He was just
about to spit the contents out when another load shot across his face. At
that very moment Maleece's own load shot out, splattering the wall before
him like a deluge of white ribbons, dripping down towards the slimy floor.

	Maleece pulled back from the hole as he stood up. He spit the cum
from his mouth as he wiped the remnants from his face. He heard the door
next door unlock as Tony hightailed it out of there. Maleece took a moment
to clean up, not wanting the cocksuckers outside to know what he'd been up
to. When he was finished, he unlocked the door and exited. But to his
surprise, Tony was standing there, waiting for him...

"I just wanted ta see what the cocksucker looked like that sucked my
dick...!" said the Italian guy, looking Maleece up and down. "You don't
look like yur ordinary queer..." he said, speaking of Maleece's
masculinity.

"uh..., it was my first time..." said Maleece, awkwardly.

"Yeah, right...!" smirked Tony. "I come in here once or twice a week to
watch the chicks make out and get off..., if yur around, you can suck me
off again sometime...!" offered the Italian, generously.

"uh..., okay..." said Maleece, unsure how to react.

"Cool..." said Tony, walking away.
	Maleece waited until he was out of sight before following. He had
just sucked the man off (still tasting his load on his breath), he wasn't
ready to hold a face to face conversation with him just yet!


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pt-4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< PHILADEPHA

	It was well after 3am when Tempest's rental car finally arrived
into Philly from Miami. Tempest had the driver pull up to his hideout, a 3
story derelict walkup apartment building at the end of a nearly desolate
block in North Philly. At that ungodly hour of morning, there weren't many
eyewitnesses on the streets, just a handful of crack addicts looking for
their next high and an occasional cop car on patrol.
	Pulling into the back of the old dwelling, Tempest and his
assistant (Brian Dunn) helped drag a bound Peaches from the back of the car
and into the house. Once inside the basement, Tempest's roughly shoved
Peaches down on a mattress on the floor in one of his spare rooms. Peaches
hit the mattress hard, her mouth and hands bound by duck tape.

"Home sweet home...!" smiled Tempest, unzipping his jacket as he stood over
her, deciding her fate.

	Peaches (still dressed in her outlandish stage costume in chap-2)
scooted up into the corner of the mattress, her face still bruised where
Tempest had backslapped her across the face (more than once). "Scared...?"
asked Tempest, handing his jacket off to Dunn who took it like a good
servant. Peaches nodded her head, mascara tears streaking her painted
face. "Good..., you should be...!" said the drug lord, crouching down onto
the mattress beside her. He moved in close, staring into her eyes
intensely. Peaches had seen the look many times over the years when Tempest
was angry and disappointed in someone. "I trusted you..., more than any of
the other bitches..." he said, giving a strange compliment. "...and THIS's
how you repay me...? After ALL the shit we've been through together...?!
You steal my fuckin' money, fake yur own death, and move down to
Miami...??!" Peaches said nothing in her defense as she cringed in the
corner with her knees pulled up to her chest protectively. She knew there
was nothing she could say that would ease Tempest's rage and his sense of
betrayal. "I hope you enjoyed it..." he said, backing away as he stood up
over her once again. "... cuz it's the last act of freedom you'll ever
see!"

	Peaches watched as he walked away, leaving her alone in the
darkened room to ponder her mistakes. A moment later Dunn came in, bending
down beside her as he started to unwrap her taped bonds. Peaches fought
back her tears, having always been a strong girl. She watched as Dunn
carefully removed her mouth tape, then slowly started to unwrap her
wrists. "You know he's gonna kill me, right...?" she whispered, hoping to
appeal to Dunn's humanity.

"We don't know that..." whispered Dunn, freeing her wrists.

"Why else would he kidnap me and drag me back here to Philly...?" asked
Peaches, knowing Tempest perhaps better than anyone. "You know he's
crazy...! Don't pretend like you don't know it! If you let him kill me
without trying to stop him..., you'll be just as guilty as him for my
death!"
	Dunn pretended not to hear as he gathered up the discarded duck
tape in a bundle, then prepared to leave. "What makes you think he won't
turn on YOU one day...?" she asked, grabbing Dunn's arm in a death grip.

"He'd never do that to me..." assured Dunn, confidently. "...I'm LOYAL to
Tempest...!"

"So was I once..., for a LONG time...!" countered Peaches with pleading
eyes. "Eventually, --inevitably he'll turn against you..., or force you to!
THEN you'll be right where I am..., begging some dickhead asshole to help
you out...!"
	Dunn yanked back his arm, insulted by the character
assassination...

"If I were you, miss Peaches..." he said, standing smugly. "...I'd be
kissing his ass and begging for his forgiveness! For all of Tempest's hard
steel demeanor..., he's still just a man looking for love!" advised Dunn,
walking away. "We ALL are...!" he added before closing and locking the door
behind him.
	Peaches rubbed her sore wrists as she huddled in the corner of the
small empty closed off room with no windows and no escape, and wondered if
it would be the last place she'd ever see?


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