Piedmont Penitentiary is an old turn of the century prison nick named "The HOLE" on the outskirts of Philadelphia in the Valley Forge section of Pennsylvania, which was built to hold up to 500 convicted inmates. Today it holds nearly 1500, 3 times it's intended population. Over crowding means there are 2 to 3 men or more per cell, which was originally built to house just one. The plumbing is old and rusted, the walls are crumbly, the foundation is corroded, and morale is low. Inmates and Officers complain of conditions, but more complaints are lost to the board of directors. Politicians that look to line their pockets before updating repairs for inmates, run the board. No one cares if convicted criminals complain about "unfair" living conditions. They were incarcerated for punishment, not comfort. Most tax payers see them as animals that need to be locked up off the streets. They are forgotten and unwanted members of society, -the scary and depraved. Whatever happens to them behind bars is more than likely deserved!
The HOLE/74 THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
Pt-1
BEFORE DAWN...
4am, 30 year old former middleweight boxing champ Lexington Bowmen was awakened in his cell by 38 year old prison Guard Darrin Daniels. "What the fuck...?!!" snapped Bowmen, ready to punch a nigga out when Darrin shined a flashlight in his eyes.
"Shut up and follow me!" whispered Darrin, leading Bowmen from his cell. Lex's cellmate (Maxwell) merely stirred in his sleep, rolling over as he pulled the covers up over his head and continued snoring.
"Where the fuck we going...?" asked Lexington, the cold metal catwalk on his bare feet bringing him to a rude awakening.
"Just shut up and follow me!" insisted Darrin, taking Bowmen down to the first floor where they exited the prison Block. The Officer on duty said nothing as he pretended not to see them. Lex wondered openly what was going on? Was he being set up for something? Did someone hold a grudge against him? Hell, 3 niggas was just killed a few days ago, --and he wasn't about to become a 4th!"
"Where the fuck'r you taking me?!" insisted Lexington as he and Darrin descended in the elevator down into the basement level. "This's Solitary Confinement, ain't it...?" questioned Lex, noticing the darkened hallways and the metal doors holding some of the most dangerous prisoners behind. "Why the fuck am I down here? What did I do??"
"You wanted some pussy, right...?" asked Darrin, stopping in front of one of the cell doors. Lex looked confused as Darrin unlocked the door and opened it. "Here you go..., --courtesy of Genuwine!"
"Genuwine...??" shouted Lex with a laugh. "...why that little mother fucker actually came through with some real pussy...??! Why didn't you say so?? He'd do anything to get me to fight in the ring for him!"
"It's all yours, Champ..." said Darrin, handing Lex the flashlight. "...you got 30 minutes!"
"Sheit nigga..., I'm probably only need 10!" said Lexington as he took the light and walked in.
Pt-2
28 year old Kersey Gordon heard the keys in his cell door, and knew he was in for company. Prison Guards Harry Slaughter (Sgt Slaughter) and Patrick Beanmen (Deathrow) had been pimping him out to the Aryan leader Hammer for weeks, letting the big dick white inmate beat the death out of his naturally born pussy.
Kersey realized fighting only made matters worse. His pleas to see the Warden either fell on deaf ears, or were always intercepted by Slaughter or Deathrow. He sat up in bed, fully expecting to see Hammer emerge as usual, but was shocked to see a black man instead. "Wh..., who're you...??!" he asked, shocked.
Lex flashed the light in the direction he heard a man's voice. "Who the fuck is YOU??!!" he asked, repeated the question asked to him. "Where's the bitch I was promised...?!" asked Lexington, shining the light around the rest of the small room. "Where's the girl...??"
"There is no girl..., just me!" said Kersey, pressing his legs together to keep his secret safe.
"There's gotta be a mistake here...!" said Lex, turning back towards the door. "...I told Genuwine I wanted some pussy..., not some faggot ass boipussie!" he said, banging on the cell door. "Let me out of here!" he yelled, signaling for Darrin. "Get me the fuck out of here!!"
"You're locked in!" informed Kersey from his bed. "The Guards usually lock Hammer in here for 30 minutes..., they won't be back until your time is up!"
Lex turned around, shinning his light on Kersey.
"Other inmates come down here to fuck you...?" he asked disgusted.
"Just Hammer!" said Kersey, "And the 2 Guards, --Slaughter and Deathrow!"
"What's so special about fucking down here...?" asked Lex, looking around the barren room. "I guess it more private..., no one to see or hear what you're doing...!" he said more to himself than his host. "So what'r you..., some fruitcake that loves to get fucked?" he asked, sliding his back down the door as he planted his ass a seat on the floor to wait out his 30 minutes.
"No..." said Kersey, realizing Lexington wasn't going to fuck him. "...I'm an Investment Planner..." he volunteered. "...I got convicted of Freuding the government!"
"You...?" laughed Lexington, wishing he was still in bed sleep.
"What are YOU here for...?" asked Kersey, hoping it wasn't for murder.
"Me...?" sighed Lex, taking a deep breath. "...I'm here cuz some bitch I barely knew and only fucked once stole my used condom out of the waist can, got a turkey baster, and made herself pregnant with my sperm!"
"Wow..., why would she do that...?" asked Kersey.
"To get my money!" answered Lexington, flatly.
"So..., what are you, some kind of celebrity...?" asked Kersey.
"I'm a boxer! A Former Middleweight Champion!" said Lexington, proudly.
"Really...?" asked Kersey. "...I think I saw one of your fights! The one against Marcus Paige...!"
"Oh yeah..., I knocked that nigga out in the first round!" smiled Lexington. His fighting days seemed so far away now. "What time you got...?" he asked, shinning the light on Kersey for the time.
Kersey reached for his wristwatch. "4:10" he said, putting the watch back. He noticed the light shine from his face down to his crotch...
"Yo..." said Lexington, doing a double take. "...where's your dick...??"
Kersey looked alarmed as he quickly closed his legs. Lexington got up, carrying the light with him as he approached the bed. "Move your hands!" he insisted, wanting to see if what he saw was real.
"Please..." said Kersey, his voice trembling. He'd never had any interaction with any black men, and didn't know any much more about them than whatever he saw on the news.
Lex reached down and grasped Kersey's wrist and wrenched it from his privates. He shinned the flashlight down between the inmate's legs, noticing nothing but hair where a dick was supposed to be hanging.
"What the fuck...??!"
"I'm a hermaphrodite!" informed Kersey, spilling the beans. "I'm a man born with female genitalia!"
"A fucking freak!" said Lexington, stepping back. When Kersey tried to cover his shame, Lex stopped him, shinning the bright spot light right on ground zero. "So THIS's why Hammer and the Guards be down here fucking you!" surmised Lex, leaning in to get a closer look. He made Kersey spread his legs as he got down on his knees and got eye level with the spectacle before him. "It looks just like a real white women's pussy...!" he said, examining it closely. He reached out and ran a curious finger up the slit, parting the lips as he explored the area like a doctor. "Feels like a real white women's pussy...!" Then without plan or forethought, Lex plunged his face down between Kersey's legs and began tasting the vagina.
Kersey looked stunned as the black man shoved his face into his crotch and began licking. He said nothing in protest as he gasped at the tongue exploring his box. Lex dropped the flashlight as he used his strong hands to pry Kersey's pale white legs open wider. Kersey felt like a wishbone about to break as Lexington devoured him from below.
Lex hadn't had pussy since before his initial arrest. Being held in jail while he awaited trial (the Prosecution believed Lex a fight risk as he had the means to escape to another country), he went straight to prison after a jury of his so-called peers found him guilty of murdering the whore who tried to steal his life's savings. This was the first opportunity he had to eat, smell, taste, and fuck a real to life pussy since his whole world slide downhill a year ago.
He lapped, licked, sucked, slurped, tickled, toyed, fingered, and poked at the pussy in front of him for close to 10 minutes. Kersey tried not to like the mini explosions starting to happen between his legs, but watching the famous black male boxer make a meal out of his shameful secret had Kersey on the verge of cumming. His body shivered when Lexington latched his thick full lips to Kersey's clit and began sucking like a hard piece of candy. Kersey's eyes rolled upward as the first of two roaring orgasms struck him like a lightning bolt. Lexington could taste the gushing fluids as he sucked up all of Kersey's creamy essence.
So engrossed in his affection to taste pussy again, Lexington almost forgot about his 30 minute curfew. Reluctantly he pried his face from between Kersey's legs, leaving the hermaphrodite twitching, panting and gasping for breath. Lexington pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his well defined athletic boxer's body with tattoos. Kersey could see the dick print in his shorts before he peeled the boxers down off his feet and stood bare ass in front of him. Kersey knew he was getting fucked by the big black cock rather he wanted it or not. He didn't fight when Lexington maneuvered him down on the bed in missionary position, parting his hairy legs as he got in-between them and aimed his proud black iron rod down to the pretty pink pussy lips and sank inside.
"ahhhh..." he sighed, loving the soothing feel as Kersey's moist wet vagina molded to the contours of his specified dick. Kersey felt the dick sliding into him, his vaginal walls well lubricated for the first time by his own premature orgasm.
Lexington's pelvis pressed in close with Kersey's, signifying that he had successfully buried all 10 throbbing rock solid inches inside the she-male. He laid down on top of him, slowly grounding around inside as they both got used to the feeling. Kersey had never felt so stuffed in his life, yet the dick felt good as it slid into him naturally, his vagina contracting and expanding to accommodate. This was the first time he'd been fucked not raped, --though the fucking wasn't what he'd call completely consensual, it was a lot less rough and a lot more free willing than previous fuckings.
Kersey gasped when he felt the dick starting to move in and out. Involuntarily he spread his legs wider, lifting them to give Lex's swaying hips more room to move.
Lexington knew it wouldn't be long before he came. It'd been so long since he been inside a living vagina that he could already feel his balls knotting at the dick base. He tried to hold off for as long as possible as he started to stroke in and out. The pussy under him felt so warm and inviting as he slide effortlessly through it, their pelvises crashing together as he buried his entire dick in the wet hole again and again.
Kersey gasped and moaned beneath him, his manish pants sounding more womanly as another climax quickly approached. He couldn't help himself as he started to push his pelvic bone up to meet Lex's downward thrusts. The two men set up a quickened pace as they fucked each other lock and key. They moved like a well oiled machine, thrusting up and down & in and out. Kersey could feel himself getting wetter as juices started to flow from his mangina and soaked into the bed sheets below. He felt himself having an out of body experience as he locked his thighs against Lex's hips and started to cum. He grasped Lexington tightly about the back and buttock as he pulled him into himself deeper, wanting to feel his black dick stretch out his mancunt.
"Awww shit...! Awww fuck...! Ooooh shit...!" gasped Lexington, feeling Kersey's vagina convulse and pulse all around his dick. He shoved all the way in and unloaded his own climax well into the man's belly, shooting every ounce of his essence into the mangina as they both bucked and bolt against one another in orgasms.
"Yo, Lex..., --TIME!" yelled Officer Darrin Daniels as he peeked his head into the cell. He could see the muscled black man on top of the white guy, his pale white legs spread and wrapped lazily around Lex's dark calves.
Lex slowly withdrew as he pulled his still hard dick from Kersey's socket. He staggered backwards as he caught his balance and breath, breathing harder than he did in his fight against Marcus Paige. Kersey couldn't help but admire the black man's giant rod as it bobbed and sway before him, still wet with their duel climaxes. Lex reached down to retrieve his clothing and the fallen flashlight as he headed for the door.
"Yo..., I'll be back...!" he promised, leaving Kersey lying in bed exhausted.
Outside the cell Darrin waited while Lexington got dressed.
"Was the pussy good...?" he asked, watching the former middleweight champion try to tuck his roaring erection back into his prison short.
"Best pussy I had in a long time, homs!" smiled Lex as he followed Darrin back to the elevators. "And the best part of all..., --he can't get pregnant!"
Kersey masturbated to the memory of his fuck with Lexington. He fingered his moist twat and rubbed the clit frantically until he felt himself having another orgasm. His pussy was still throbbing with satisfaction and oozing tiny bits of Lexington's love juices when he heard his cell door being opened again for the second time today.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty..., your fucking prince Charming is here...!" announced Hammer, already stripping off his clothes as he approached the bed for his 30 minute workout.
He looked down to see the wet stains soaked into the bed sheets under Kersey's ass. "I see you're all juiced up just thinking about me, eh...?" he asked, lying down between Kersey's legs as he began to lap at his wet pussy, unknowingly eating the boxer's cum straight out of the pussy.
Back in Lex's cell, Officer Darrin was locking him back in when Lex's cellmate (pissing in the urinal) turned around. "Where the hell you been...?" he asked, walking by Lexington as he made his way back to his bunk. "...and WHY do you smell like pussy??!"
"Shhh...!!" hushed Lexington, not wanting any listening inmates to hear. He motioned his cellmate over..., "My boi Genuwine just hooked me up with some pussy!" he said, groping his still hard dick through his shorts.
"Werd? REAL pussy...??" asked Maxwell.
"Female!" said Lex, leaving out one major detail. "But you can't tell nobody..., he only hooked me up with this so I would fight for him in the new Boxing Ring! If niggas knew I had a hookup, the Warden would shut it down before the first bell rung!"
"I hear you, Lex..." agreed Maxwell, scratching his head thoughtfully. "...but I have sort of a strange request of my own...!" he said, embarrassed.
"I hope it ain't to get a cut of the pie, man..., cuz I don't think she'd go for too many guys fucking that ass...!" discouraged Lex.
"Naw man..., I ain't trying to muscle in on your trick...!" said Maxwell, stalling..., "I just wanna know if I could..., --if I could, uh..."
"What, man...?" asked Lex, curiously.
"If I could smell your fingers, man! I ain't smelt pussy in over 18 months!" pleaded Maxwell.
Lexington laughed...
"I understand, hommie..., trust me!" he said, offering up his hands to smell. Maxwell sniffed his fingers, smelling the scent of a woman's vagina. His dick instantly rose as he buried his face in Lex's big hands, taking in big nose fulls of the scent. Lex tried not to laugh aloud, not wanting to embarrass his cellmate. He thought Maxwell resembled one of those hound dogs, hot on the scent of a fugitive. It was clear that the smell was turning him on when a wet stain formed in the front of his shorts, a sure sign that he was pre-cumming.
Lex understood what Maxwell was feeling, after months of being cut off from the one thing a man truly loves (pussy), just smelling the scent of a woman could make you cum your shorts. He was okay with Maxwell smelling his fingers, but it was when Maxwell unexpectedly took the fingers into his mouth and began licking them that Lexington pulled away in protest!
"Sorry man..., guess I got a little carried away...!" said Maxwell, catching himself before he nutting his underwear.
"Not a problem, hommie...!" said Lex, understanding completely as Lex made his way to bed. "Matter of fact, if you want..., I'll let you smell my fingers whenever I get some more ass! Okay?"
"Kewl man!" excited Maxwell, having something new to jack off to in the mornings.
Pt-3
EARLY MORNING...
Word of the deaths of 3 men behind the walls of Piedmont Prison reached the media. The new Warden (Reuben Wallace) went on record early that morning to say that "2 of the 3 deaths were accidental: Prison Guard Nicolas Duncan somehow lost his footing and fell over the side rail in D-Block, while prison inmate Rashad Maheed fell down a flight of cement stairs. Both men died on the scene very quickly. And the 3rd death is currently being investigated by my staff...!" said the Warden on the all the local news stations, blaming most of the deaths on accidents (mostly because he didn't want any negative publicity surrounding his new Boxing Ring). Then he added "on a lighter note..., I'm proud to announce that Piedmont Penitentiary will be opening a new state of the art Boxing Facility that we hope will help bring in some much needed revenue to help fix up and maintain the prison! As some revelations have recently come to light in the Philadelphia Inquire..., it becomes painfully obvious that the previous Warden put no funds into restoring the prison! I however plan to add more cells, replace old and outdated plumbing, add more cameras in unsecure locations, and hire more staff to make sure all of the inmates keep in line to becoming model citizens! The Grand Opening is expected to be a star studded affair..., and Middleweight Boxing Champion Lexington Bowmen will be headlining the Ring...!"
Pt-4
SOLITARY CONFINEMENT...
Today is the first day back on his kitchen duty job for 35 year old Rick McDoogle. McDoogle had been taken off kitchen detail (after a brief stay in Confinement) as punishment for offering the new Warden sexual favor (chap-58, pt-1).
He took the breakfast food cart down on the kitchen freight elevator, then rolled the rickety cart through security and down the long dim halls. He stopped off at his first couple of cell doors, opening the serving doors and sliding the trays through the levers. He took his time, peeking in on inmates to see who was in what cells. Sometimes he got rude remarks: "what the fuck you lookin' at!...?", sometimes he got inmates wanting conversation: "what's the weather like up there...?", and sometimes he got to bite off more than he could chew: "Doogle...!! Where the fuck you been, man...?"
"Warden took me off Detail for awhile...!" answered the inmate, peeking in on convicted murderer Tyrome Ware. Tyrone was a former Postal Worker, doing time for beating his boss to death after being let go from work. He ended up in Solitary Confinement after the additional murder of 30 year old James Derekson (chap-31, pt-2) whom walked in on Ware rummaging through his cell for money and drugs to feed his habit. "Said I needed to learn discipline if I wanted to keep my position..."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" said Ware, shoving his dick through the serving door. McDoogle's eyes lit up as he licked his dry chapped lips and fell to his knees. "Suck that dick, man..., I ain't had no head in WEEKS since you left...!" complained Ware. Ware wasn't particularly into white men (or men period), but down in Confinement he didn't have much to choose from.
McDoogle leaned forward and swallowed half of Ware's shaft, suckling softly on the head.
It'd been ages since he's tasted black cock. McDoogle became addicted to it after blowing off the late Muslim Muhammad Sheed (chap-32, pt-2). Since then he'd been giving blow jobs to black inmates in need in Confinement, fulfilling a longtime fantasy of his.
He sucked his way up and down the rock hard shaft of the inmate, tasting remnants of dry semen and piss just under the head about the brim. Ware humped at the cell door, trying to jam as much dick down the white inmate's throat as the partition would allow. McDoogle sucked feverishly, knowing his time in the Hole was limited. Luckily it didn't take Ware long to blow. He thrust his hips into the metal door until he felt his balls explode. Hot heavy gushes of choking cum spit into McDoogle's eager throat. He gulped down load after load, drinking every drop before removing his mouth and continuing his route.
Two doors down was another black inmate. McDoogle taped on the door and place his mouth up to the server. A long black dick emerged, sliding into his mouth as he sucked it hard and deep. "Fuck yea, man..., I missed this hot mouth...!" sighed the black man as he leaned his body in against the door and let the white boy go to work.
McDoogle sucked valiantly, hungry for as much black dick and cum as he could get. There was just something taboo about it. All his life he was warned to stay away from black men, taught that they were beneath him, second rate citizens who were only here because their ancestors were brought over on slave ships! Ironic that he had to go to jail and be surrounded by them to appreciate them! Now he couldn't seem to get enough of feeling them use his mouth as their cumdump, fucking his eager throat and unloading into his belly.
McDoogle sucked at the fat phallus for a full 5 minutes before he was quickly rewarded with another mouthful of cum, drinking it down as quickly as he did the first.
A little further down was Kersey Gordon's cell. McDoogle couldn't help looking in, trying to catch a glimpse of Kersey naked. When he peeked into the serving door he was surprised to see what looked like Corrections Officer Sgt Slaughter on top of Kersey in bed. He could see the large hairy white Guard humping away on top, Kersey's hairy legs spread widely about his pumping waist as he groaned and grunted beneath him.
The room was too dimly lit to actually see Slaughter's cock going in and out of Kersey's cunt, but that didn't stop McDoogle from freeing his own hardon and whacking it good while he watched. He sprayed the metal door with his load before zipping up and moving on.
He sucked two more black dicks before calling it quits, not wanting to be caught hanging down there too long by the Guards. He could always go back and do round-2 when he came back to collect the dirty trays. He made his way back up the hall to the freight elevator, his belly halfway full with his favorite meal.
Pt-5
THE YARD
Lexington Bowmen caught up with 28 year old Chris Ford (Genuwine) as he was soliciting men to box the legendary Champion in the brand new state of the art Boxing Ring.
"What's the purse...?" asked one man curiously as he held the pen in hand.
"10 percent of all sells for the match go to the men brave enough to fight the Champ!" said Genuwine.
"10%...?" asked the men, signing his name on the dotted line before passing off the pen.
"Step right up! Step right up!" said Genwuine, sounding like a promoter. "Sign up to fight the former Middleweight Champion of the world, --Lexington Bowmen, and get 10 percent of all ticket sells!"
Men started to sign their names as Genuwine gloated about how much money he was going to make. Just then Lex walked up..., "Lex...!" Lex...!!" called Genuwine, breaking away from the signing as he ran to catch up with his new best friend. "So...? Did you get it...?" asked Genuwine, eager to know if their deal was sealed.
"Best pussy this side of the wall!" said Lex, breaking into a wide grin.
"So it was true...?" asked Genuwine, pulling Lex aside. "...he really had a pussy...?"
"Not just a pussy..., --THEE pussy!" corrected Lexington. "One of the best pussies I've ever been in..., --and bruh..., I've been in some good pussy! Halle Barry, Vivica A. Fox, Jennifer Lopez..., but right now, none of them are touching what I just fucked today! If he wasn't locked away in Solitary Confinement..., I'd have to make that bitch my cellmate permanently!"
"I feel you, hommie..." said Genuwine, deep in thought. "...but better than Halle Barry...??" he asked, skeptically.
"Halle ain't here, man..., --dude is!" said Lexington.
"Good point!" agreed Genuwine.
Pt-6
From across the Yard, some of Genuwine's boiz (the Mandingos) were starting to feel a little forgotten as they stood by and watched Genuwine mix and deal from afar.
"Look at him..." said Wyome, gathered with several close members of his clan. "...if he was any further up Lex's ass he'd be a hemorrhoid!"
"He's definitely out for himself!" said Pete, in full agreement.
"Yo man..., Genuwine's always been on OUR side!" said another (lesser known member), "When he took over after Duke..., he helped us ALL make a little extra change in our pockets!"
"Change is right!" said Wyome, looking over at Lexington. "And now that he's about to strike it rich, he wanna step off and forget about the rest of us!"
"Yea..., --if it was'n for US backin him n'shit, he wouldn't be nobody right now!" said Pete, recalling how they betrayed Duke to side with Genuwine (chaps-39 & 40).
"Straight-up!" said Wyome. "I remember when the pretty nigga first came here n'shit..., Duke wanted to fuck him and turn him into one of his sissy girls!"
"Why didn't he?" asked Morris, listening to it all.
"Cuz Genuwine talked some fast shit, making Duke think he was more valuable as a Mandingo instead of a prison bitch!" explained Wyome.
"And what do Y'all think now...?" asked Morris, receiving silent stares from group.
"What'r you suggesting...?" asked Pete.
"Nothing..." said Morris, not wanting to be labeled as a trader. "I'm just wondering what y'all think he'd be more useful as now...?"
Killer-Pete, Wyome, and several of the other members all looked around at each other in silence, no one wanting to be the first to say what they all were possibly thinking.
"Genwine's our leader, man..., what would we do without him?" asked one of the lesser.
"Find another leader!" said Morris, simply.
"Like who?" asked Pete.
"Someone who has a lot of ideas...! Someone who has plans to make more money! Someone who puts the Mandingos first, not second!" said Morris, thoughtfully.
"Whatcha got...?" asked Wyome, curiously.
"Give me a couple of days..., I have a plan up my sleeve!" said Morris, secretively. "And when it pays off..., I want you niggas to vote Genuwine out as Mandingo leader, and me in!"
"If yur plan pays off big enuff..., I'll vote you fuckin' President!" joked Wy.
Pt-7
Half of the prison's Muslim community was outraged over reports of Rashad's death being labeled an accident. One of Rashad's men (Khalil) spoke up during one of the Muslim's meetings, demanding a call to arms until they found out who killed Rashad. Half of the Muslims who followed Rashad's order stood in protest while Jamal Fatah and his ordered preached to stand down.
"How would you feel if it was YOU who was lying at the bottom of the stairs bleeding with a crushed skull!?" asked one of Rashad's men. "Or Muhammad...?!"
"I would not have been in a shadowy stairwell making shady deals in the first place!" redeem Jamal. "Let us not forget that the Warden and the police had deemed Rahsad's death accidental..." continued Jamal. "But let's assume for a minute that it wasn't..., can any of the men in brother Rashad's Order tell me why he would have been in that stairwell..., --a KNOWN place for drug trafficking and sex, in the first place?"
None of Rashad's men said anything, knowing he was in that stairwell for either one or the other of the two. "Now I'm not condoning murder..." he said, looking over at brothers Shaheim, Aakon, and Jomar, "...but Rashad's death, --though unfortunate, was NOT a murder! It was deemed an accident, and WE must abide by those findings! Just as we did Muhammad's death!"
The brothers of Islam murmured amongst themselves as the meeting dispersed. Not all were convinced that Rashad's death was accidental, but all accepted the coroner's findings thanks to Jamal's reasoning.
Jamal stepped down from the podium as Abdul walked up with a bright smile. "For what it's worth..." he said as he turned to his cellmate for moral support.
`I think they will listen...' signed Abdul, tugging his ear for emphases and getting an unsure smile from Jamal.
"I hope so..." said Jamal, wearily. "...the last thing we need is a retaliation and a religious war! Maybe now with Rashad gone we can go back to ONE Muslim Order...?"
As the Muslims all started to leave their daily meeting place, Abdul decided to head to the Library where he was still working on a few leftover articles Muhammad had left behind in his files.
He walked in and immediately headed over to the computers when he caught a glimpse of the last aisle from the corner of his eye. Curiously he walked over. The Library was unusually empty save for a few scattered readers milling about, --the line for the last aisle now gone along with the cock sucker that resided there. Abdul cautiously entered the aisle (the aisle Muhammad was last seen alive in). The site where he died now permanently marked with a dark brownish splattered patch where his unwashed blood stained. A new fresh stain lay across the aisle where the body of Mason Miller lay after having his own throat cut (last chap). The chair that resided Copper Jewel (Gramps) for over 30 years, as well as Davis Wood, now sat unmanned for the first time in recent memory. A new cock sucker would eventually replace the old, reviving the inmate's interest in reading no doubt. Abdul said his last goodbye to the memory of his friend, mentor, and lover, --then turned to attend to business when he mistakenly bumped into another inmate.
"Oh shit..., excuse me!" said Davis Wood, running into Abdul by accident. Abdul smiled as he continued to walk away. "Oh Abdul..., could you do me a favor, please...?" asked Davis, unaware that Abdul couldn't speak. "I know Jamal is really busy what with running the entire Muslim prison population and all..., --but I wanted to know if you could thank him for me?"
Abdul looked curiously as Davis stepped closer to talk privately. "I went to him a little while ago and told him that my cellmate Mason Miller was the one who killed Muhammad....(implied back in chap-69, pt-3), and now Mason's dead!" smiled Davis, his handsome face lacking with the absents his missing set of teeth Mason had knocked out some time ago. "Now I'm not saying Jamal had anything to do with Mason's death..., but I did see two Muslims, Jomar and Aakon walk up to him before he got his throat slash! Awfully ironic that Mason was killed in the same aisle he killed Muhammad in, eh?" said Davis, moving on with a pep in his step. While Davis' life seemed to be coming back together with the death of Mason Miller..., Abdul's felt as if it were coming apart.
As Abdul walked over to the Library computers on the other side of the room, 30 year old T-Bo (last seen..., who knows when?) got up from the table he had been sitting at and casually walked down the last aisle. He observed the old and new blood stains on the floor as he headed for the chair strategically placed at the end of the aisle, and sat down.
An inmate who happened to be casually walking by spotted T-Bo sitting in the cock sucker's seat, and stopped. The two men's' eyes met briefly as the inmate rubbed his crotch questionably. T-Bo licked his lips lewdly as the man walked straight up to him and unzipped his pants. "Looks like we got ourselves a new Library Attendant!" he said, feeling T-Bo thick lips wrap around his dick...
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