THE DISTRICT-38 The DEBATE
Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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WEST PHILLY
53 yr old [mayoral nominee] David L. McConnell sat in his unassuming private car, parked across the street from the drug house he knew his undercover detective boyfriend Ramone Davenport [aka Diamond] worked as a drug dealer, gathering information to bring back to the police in hopes to stop the spread of serious drugs throughout the city and surrounding suburbs.
McConnell felt like a cop on stakeout again, after listening to rumors that Ramone was perhaps having a liaison with Marvin Rollins [a known drug dealer]. Ramone had already confessed to sleeping with Marvin once, supposedly while under stress that the relationship between McConnell and his campaign assistant Brian Dunn was perhaps MORE than meets the eye? Ramone and McConnell discussed their separate affairs, and came to conclusion to forgive one another. However, if rumors were right and Ramone was still continuing his affair with Marvin, then McConnell wanted to SEE it for himself. He had to KNOW if it were true or not...?
He watched Ramone go into the drug house hours before, and then noticed Marvin Rollins milling about outside the house, talking to other area dealers before disappearing inside. McConnell felt his heartbeat quicken with thoughts of Marvin and Ramone fucking inside. McConnell had already lost ONE lover to Marvin's unmatched prowess, and wasn't sure he could manage it again.
"You SURE you want to go through with this...?" asked Malik Jones [another detective and former subordinate/lover of McConnell's].
"Yes." answered McConnell without having to think about it.
"You know..." said Malik, skeptical about checking up on Ramone and Marvin for his former lover/boss... "...if you're going to have a successful relationship with Ramone..., you're gonna HAVE to trust him...!"
"I do..." said McConnell, stopping himself for corrections... "...I DID..., until he told me about him and Marvin...! You KNOW the history between the three of us..., I can't chance putting my faith into something that might be swept away...! I need to know that my relationship with Ramone is on firm ground, and not quicksand...! I can't handle another breakup..., not while I'm campaigning!"
"Don't you have a debate tonight...? Shouldn't you be somewhere preparing your answers and whatnot...?" asked Malik, getting a sour look from McConnell. "Okay, okay, I'll go IN...!" he signed, knowing McConnell was MORE concerned about Ramone. "Geez..., I never met anyone so determined to sabotage their own happiness before..." he muttered to himself as he got out of the car, then threw on his street persona before heading across the street towards the house...
He walked up to one of the corner boys covering the area, did the street greeting handshake [shared by all partners in camaraderie], then hiked up the front steps to give the secret knock before being allowed in.
McConnell watched nervously as the steel door slammed shut behind Malik, locking him and Ramone inside...
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INSIDE
"Sup Makal...?" said one of the dealers, greeting him inside. "Yo man, we just got the new shipment of FUC in..., that shit be goin' like fuckin' hotcakes! You come in to score some...?"
"Inna minute..." said Malik, looking around the house. "...is Marvin here...?"
"Yeah..." answered the guy, nonchalantly. "...he inna back with Diamond...!"
"Okay..." said Malik, heading towards the back room. His heart was pounding in his chest. He hadn't seen Marvin since the arrest [chap-26], and really wasn't looking forward to another encounter, especially since hooking up with Marvin's brother Tyrone [chap-34].
As he got closer to the back door, he also started to feel nervous for McConnell. IF Ramone was indeed cheating with Marvin [again], it would be devastating, especially if he lost the election on top of it all, having no one by his side when he needed comforting the most.
Malik held his breath as he placed his hand on the doorknob, then twisted it...
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INSIDE...
Ramone was the first to enter the drug house. He was there when the shipment of FUC arrived [via carriers who had them tapped to various parts of their bodies in baggy clothing]. He, along with others running the house, pulled the product and started cutting and shifting it up for sale, all the while Ramone [as Diamond] was taking inventory to give back to police once he left the building.
He was there a couple of hours before Marvin Rollins came on the scene. Ramone and Marvin's eyes met as soon as he entered. Marvin talked his usual shit with the other dealers [watching them bag product], before asking to talk to Diamond alone in back...? Diamond didn't want to draw any unwanted attention, so he gave into Marvin's request without any argument. Marvin couldn't help staring at Ramone's ass through his sagging pants as he walked ahead, opening the back room door as they passed through for privacy.
"What's up...?" asked Ramone.
"Been a minnut, nigga..., I been missin' that ass's! Wussup wit THAT...?" responded Marvin, pulling Ramone into his arms and palming a hefty handful of ripe cop ass through the seat of his pants.
"DON'T man..." protested Ramone, pushing back out of Marvin's grasp. "...we can't fuck around like THAT no more...!"
"Why not...?" asked Marvin, dejected. "Thought you LIKED havin' me all up IN you...?"
"It was a mistake, man..., you KNOW I can't risk messin' up my position here...!" said Ramone.
"So you worried bout them niggas OUT THERE findin' out that I smashed that ass...?" asked Marvin. "Don't worry bout them..., I'll just put the WORD out that that ass is MINES and mine alone...!"
"THAT ain't all..." corrected Ramone, stepping backwards as Marvin stepped forth, his thick dick already beginning to size out his crotch bulge. "...I'm also INVOLVED with someone already..." he explained, hoping it might make a difference.
"I don't give a fuck about that!" said Marvin. "You can still be with homboi, or homgurl..., whicheva yur preference...! I just want some ass...!"
"I CAN'T..." insisted Ramone, knowing he couldn't lie to McConnell. "...he'll KNOW if I let you continue fucking me...! It's not like you have a little dick...!"
"So I gotta suffer cuz yur man ain't secure...?" asked Marvin. "Then I guess the question comes down to..., how BADLY do you wanna stay undercover...?"
"What's THAT supposed to mean...?" questioned Ramone, suspiciously. "You gonna RAT me out to everybody if I don't let you fuck me...? Is THAT what the great Marvin Rollins has to bargain with...? Blackmail...? From all the stories I heard about you and Malik, I thought your DICK did all the talking...? Maybe ITS reputation was a little exaggerated...?" challenged Ramone.
"Is that a crack about my DICK...?" asked Marvin, angrily. "I've FUCKED you b'fore...! You already KNO how my dick work! My reputation's spot ON!"
"Then you shouldn't be THREATENING me about not letting you fuck me again...!" countered Ramone. "You can have ANY ass or pussy out there..., why come after mine...?!"
"Cuz I ain' used to nigga's turnin' me down...!" answered Marvin. "First Malik, now YOU...! Whut the fuck...?!" Ramone realized it was a blow to Marvin's ego to have 2 men refuse his advances at the same time...
Just then Malik walked in...
"Sup fellas...?" he asked causally, getting a surprised look from both Marvin and Ramone. "What's going on...?"
Marvin saw RED...
"What the fuck'r YOU doin' here...??!" he asked, holding back from ringing Malik's neck. "This's MY territory..., you ain't welcomed here nomo'!"
"Don't BE like that, Marvin..." defended Malik. "...you bought that arrest on yourself...!"
"Oh I did...?" asked Marvin, livid. "And YOU bout to ask for this ass kickin' you bout to get...?!"
"Okay, everybody calm down...!" intervened Ramone.
"I'm calm..." said Malik.
"You ain't SHYT!" yelled Marvin, visibly upset.
"Oh...THIS from the guy that raped me every chance he got...?" said Malik.
"You can't RAPE the willin'...!" countered Marvin.
"I told you I didn't want to see you anymore..." argued Malik, "...I told you I was trying to go STRAIGHT with Fontella..., then YOU turn up with a basketball team to gang bang MY girlfriend and teach ME a lesson...!?"
"I did you a favor!" shouted Marvin.
"I did you a BIGGER favor...!" yelled Malik.
"How's shackin' up with some bimbo I met inna strip club doin' ME a favor...?!" asked Marvin.
"Lillian!" said Malik in a word.
Marvin stifled a response...
"Who's Lillian...?" asked Ramone, caught in the middle of it all.
"My GOD daughter..." said Malik, looking at Marvin. "...HIS biological daughter...!"
"Nobody asked you to support them like that...!" said Marvin, in a calmer tone.
"Somebody had to..." said Malik, "...the baby didn't ask to be here...!"
"That baby could be anybody's...!"
"I SAW the paternity test!"
"THOSE tests don't mean shyt!"
"Not if you intend to ignore them!"
"You tryin'na get me MAD all ova again...?"
"No..." answered Malik, "...I'm tired of fighting...! I don't want anything from YOU...! I just came in to talk to Ramone...!"
Marvin looked from Malik to Ramone and back...
"Fuck both yall..., I'm outta here...!" he said, slamming the door behind him.
"What was THAT all about...?" asked Ramone, feeling the tension in the room.
"I'm dating his BROTHER..." confessed Malik.
"What...? Does Marvin KNOW...??" asked Ramone.
"Hell NO..." answered Malik. "...you see how he acted to just hearing I ain't wanna fuck around anymore...? He'd blow his TOP if he heard I was fucking with Tyrone!"
"Another drug dealer...?" questioned Ramone. "Do you EVER learn...?"
"Tyrone said he's getting OUT of the business...!" explained Malik.
"Isn't that what Marvin said too...?" asked Ramone.
"Yeah, well..., I'm HOPING Tyrone isn't as big a liar as his brother...!" responded Malik.
"Good luck with that..." said Ramone, sarcastically. "...so far you're batting a 100...!" he insulted. "Anyway..., what did you want to SEE me about...?" he asked, afterwards.
"McConnell's outside..."
"David...?" perked Ramone. "What for...?"
"He HEARD you were meeting Marvin here for a romantic encounter..." informed Malik. "...and he needed an eyewitness...!"
"YOU?" questioned Ramone. "I already TOLD him there was nothing more going ON between me and Marvin...! WHERE would he hear a story like that anyway...?"
"Brain Dunn!" informed Malik.
"Dunn...?" questioned Ramone, "Why would he...?? Ooohh..." he responded, realizing the truth. "...he still WANTS David, so he's making up lies to try to break us up...!"
"Maybe..." said Malik, unsure what he might have walked IN on had he arrived 10 minutes later...? "Maybe you should go talk to him...? What could it hurt...?"
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OUTSIDE...
McConnell sat in his car, wondering WHAT was going on and WHY he hadn't yet heard from Malik? He saw Marvin storm out of the house angrily, 10 minutes after Malik walked in! What was Malik and Ramone doing inside...?
Just then McConnell say Ramone step outside. He came down off the porch, then walked across the street towards his car [3 cars up]. McConnall grabbed a magazine he had sitting beside him, placing it in front of his face so Ramone would walk by and not recognize him.
He was surprised when Ramone knocked on his window...
"Can I get in...?" he asked.
"Fucking Malik...!" said McConnell to himself, before hitting the power locks.
Ramone got in.
"We NEED to talk..." he said calmly...
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ELSEWHERE
35 yr old Dedra Wright packed her son up and took him into her hair salon to let the staff babysit while she drove off looking for her husband. His big black Hummer was a staple in the neighborhood, and HARD to miss as she drove around to their various properties checking to see if he was there? Finally coming up empty, she drove to Kobe Brown's residence [her husband's assistant].
Knocking on the door, she waited outside until someone finally answered...
"WHERE'S Money...?!" she asked straight up [no hello, no greeting].
"I dunno..." answered Kobe, dressed only in open jeans [no shirt of shoes].
"What do you MEAN you don't know...?" she asked, bursting into his apartment to look around. "You're supposed to be his Right Hand Man...! How could you NOT know where he is...?!"
"And YOU'RE supposed to be his WIFE..., why'r you asking ME where he is...? Shouldn't YOU know...?!" questioned Kobe.
Dedra rolled her eyes...
"He said he was heading out to meet with YOU...!" she responded.
"Meet with ME...?" asked Kobe, playing dumb. "When was this...? I've been home all day!"
"Last night!" said Dedra.
"Money hit me up last night and told me to take a few days off..." said Kobe, as Dedra looked at him skeptically. "...said HE was takin' a couple days off too...! I assumed yall was goin' out of town somewhere...!"
"What message...? Let he HEAR it...!" insisted Dedra.
Kobe found his cell phone, then searched through his text messages until he came across Money's [one HE typed into Money's phone himself!]. He handed the phone to Dedra, who read it, then re-read it...
"This makes no sense..." she said to herself out loud, confused and frustrated. "...why would he leave town and not tell me...? And not take his bodyguard...? You haven't heard from him at all...?"
"Nope." answered Kobe, nonchalantly.
"I've tried calling his phone a millions times, but it always goes to voicemail...!" she explained. "Why aren't you MORE upset by what I'm telling you...?" she asked, suspiciously.
"Why should I be...?" asked Kobe. "YOU'RE the only one who suspects a problem..., I'm going by the text message I got from my BOSS...! If HE said he's takin' a few days off, then he's takin' a few days off...! Maybe he didn't wanna drag his whole family along with him...? Maybe he needed a break from bein' a dad and a husband...? Maybe he needed a break from YOU...?! I dunno! I just follow orders...! HIS orders!" he responded.
Dedra held back from clawing Kobe's eyes out and headed for the door, realizing he wasn't going to do anything to find her husband until his body turned up dead. By THEN it would be too late!
Kobe watched Dedra rush back to her car before pulling off. He laughed to himself as he closed and locked the door, heading back to his bedroom where he had Money tied to his bed like a captive, his arms and legs tied overhead to the bedrail in missionary position.
"THAT was your WIFE..." he informed, stripping off his pants as soon as he was in the room. "...she's worried about you since she ain't heard from you since last night...! Whadda you think about that?" he asked, looking down at Money's unresponsive body as if he expected a reply. "Me too, I think she's suffocating you also! She's gonna be a nuisance...! We're gonna HAVE to DO something about her...! But first things first..." he added, climbing onto the bed between Money's spread legs. "I know you're dyin' to get some MORE dick up that ass..., I've set up a surprise for you tomorrow, IF yur wife don't find a way to fuck it up!"
Kobe reached for more FUC laced lubricant, then poured the open tab over Money's exposed asshole and massaged the mass of liquid into his hole with his fingers, keeping him spaced out and high with lust. "When the GUYS get a look at YOU all naked and beggin' for dick, they gonna flip their fuckin' wigs...!" he laughed, slapping his erection against Money's hole before pushing inside. "AWWWW YYEEEAAAHHHHH..." he moaned, loving the way the asshole sucked him in. "...DAMN THAT'S GOOD...! Dedra has no idea what a sweet pussy you have!"
Money moaned softly as his body was invaded again. His dick started to harden when Kobe began thrusting through him, sliding his manhood in and out of the well fucked hole. How many times had Kobe and Monk fucked him since luring him to his apartment last night? Dozens? Money's insides were a sea of spent cum. What his stomach couldn't digest, his asshole leaked like an old lady on Depends. Kobe was glad he ordered Monk to move Money's Hummer, had Dedra seen it parked outside his apt she would have definitely known HE'D had something to do with her husband's disappearance. She'd find out soon enough what happened to her husband once Kobe's managed to make him look bad in front of the entire Syndicate, and take his place as leader.
Kobe couldn't get over how easy it was to garner Money's power, to turn him from a prominent businessman/drug lord to a cum filled bitch. He leaned in over Money's prone body as he fucked down into his spread ass, feeling the lube and excess cum inside coat his rod from tip to base ]ball sac]. Kobe hated having to give up his pussy for others to fuck [Money had been the best piece of ass he'd ever had], but he knew he had to sacrifice his best piece to get his position, it wouldn't work otherwise.
Kobe's dick stayed hard all night while he and Monk took turns filling Money's holes with their loads. He must have cum a dozen times [thanks to the remnants of FUC], and STILL his dick remained hard enough to bang out another round in his [former] Boss's hot slick dripping ass-pussy.
Money remained hot and lusty all night. Even in his sleep his dick remained hard and his asshole hungry for attention. Luckily Monk and Kobe had enough stamina to fulfill Money's lustful needs, banging him out hour after hour. It wasn't until Monk's dick finally quit that Kobe ordered him to get rid of Money's ride. Monk could barely walk straight as his sore/aching dick & balls demanded rest [squeezing between his rubbing thighs].
Kobe rolled Money over until Money was on top, then grabbed two hefty handfuls of his lite brown ass and started hoisting him up and down on his dick. After a few minutes of guidance, Money started riding Kobe's dark dick on his own, bouncing his own ass up and down the 9 inch length as he cradled his ass in Kobe's lap and massaged his dick with his asshole.
Kobe laid back with his hands behind his head, smiling up at the monster he created as Money fucked himself upon his dick like a cheap dollar whore. Money's dick flopped up and down against Kobe's abs as he rode, his focus MORE on his asshole than his own dick as he stabbed himself in the gut over and over again, trying to reach that itch that desperately needed scratching. After a while Money started power fucking himself, hammering his own ass up and down Kobe's dick like a fiend. Kobe's groaned and grunted like a bitch every time Money's ass slammed into his groin, driving his dick into his innards. Money grabbed the back of Kobe's neck for leverage, then hammered harder, baring down as he grit his teeth and fucked himself like a man possessed, loud slapping noises filling the room as Kobe's dick swelled, then exploded like a time bomb.
"AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGG FUUCCCKKKK...!!!" he yelled, bucking wildly as he came like crazy.
Money stopped bouncing and ground his ass down into Kobe's lap, churning his pulsating meat around in his gut as it fired load upon thick creamy load of hot clot like cum into his entrails, the sperm coating his insides and mixing with the chemicals inside the FUC based lubricant, giving Money another itch that needed scratching...
Kobe groaned in weak frustration when he felt Money starting to fuck his dick again [needing MORE relief]..., realizing he needed HELP fucking this man...!
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THE ACTION NEWS BROADCASTING STUDIO City Line Avenue
The mayor candidates: [the reverend Malcolm H. Holmes and former police captain and army veteran David L. McConnell] both entered the broadcasting station for the inevitable Live Debate before a packed House of 200 Delegates, media, and undecided voters. Both men had their trusted staff of gophers, assistants, and advisors, however both men seemed to be short one very important element of their teams: --Brian Dunn, who moonlighted on both sides of the fence as campaign advisor for BOTH candidates.
Dunn came up with a family emergence [on both sides] as to why he couldn't show up at the moment he was needed most. However he talked the candidates into fitting mini-transmitters into their ears so he could coach them from afar. Neither McConnell nor Holmes liked the idea of being coached by an earpiece, but both men accepted Dunn's reasons and excuse.
Both candidates were led to either side of the platform, then introduced by the mediator. Both men came out on stage [under thunderous applause] and took their positions behind their perspective podiums after shaking hands. Neither man had ever met before, and [in fact] was getting their first good looks at one another.
The questions started off routine, with both sides speaking in turn about their politics, religious views, plans to shape up the city's sagging economy, housing, education, and drug war. For a while it looked like it might be a very civil debate, UNTIL things started to get heated when McConnell was asked [45 minute into the debate]: "Why SHOULDN'T reverend Holmes be elected as Mayor...?"
"I don't think reverend Holmes has the EXPERIENCE needed to run this city..." was all McConnell was able to get out before Holmes interjected...
"EXPERIENCE...?" asked the reverend. "I have been a pastor of numerous churches throughout the city of Philadelphia for decades..., and I could tell you firsthand WHAT each section needs in the form of redevelopment, healthcare, economics, police protection, funding, housing, school programs, the WORKS! I don't NEED to have been a police officer to know the troubled spots, AND to see how drugs and crime have ravished our neighborhoods!
"I think David McConnell here lacks spirituality...!" continued Holmes. "This job as mayor demands a man who is in-touch with his spirit, who believes fundamentally that there is a power far greater than he...! A power that THROUGH him could be wielded into greatness! I believe that McConnell's LOST his spirituality when he decided to leave his wife and family to live with another MAN twenty years ago or so...!" he stated, pointing Christina McConnell [one of his supporters] out in the audience.
The cameras zoomed in on the former Mrs McConnell as she nodded her head in agreement. The audience physically gasped, as all eyes shifted on McConnell...
"McConnell...?" asked the mediator, awaiting a response.
"My sexuality has nothing to do with my ability to DO my job effectively and within the best of my ability!" argued the former captain. "NOR did it hinder me from being a soldier, a police officer, or a good father to my children!"
"Your CHILDREN...?!" laughed Holmes, seizing the opportunity. "Is this the SAME children that was dishonorably fired from the police force for making homemade homosexual pornography...?! You think you did a wonderful JOB raising them...?!?"
"My SON had a lapse in judgment when he made that video with people he thought were FRIENDS of his at the time..., and LEFT the Force amicably, WITH his reputation in tact!" informed McConnell. "But while we're on the subject of `family values', what does the church feel about your WIFE being an exotic dancer at the Shaky Butt...?"
"HA..." laughed Holmes, trying to hide his surprise that McConnell even knew that tidbit of information. "...check your FACTS Mr. Detective..., my wife USED to be a dancer..., but she quit after we started dating...!"
"Then I suppose this is ANOTHER Cassandra `Cocolicious' Holmes dancing lap dances for men for money...?" asked McConnell, holding up an I-Phone.
Holmes looked down into the audience as his young wife discreetly crossed her legs and avoided eye contact...
"Perhaps it IS..." conceded Holmes, "...but a WOMAN stripping at a gentlemen's club is a far cry from practicing homosexuality like YOU and YOUR boy!"
"Yes I'm a homosexual..." admitted McConnell to the mostly shocked audience. "...YES my son may be bisexual..., and YES I left my wife once I discovered my sexuality after fathering 3 children together..., but NONE of that has any bearing on my record OR my ability to run this city! Despite what you might THINK of my sexuality, I have the knowledge, determination, stamina, integrity, AND the ingenuity to get things moving here in Philadelphia! I have resources the reverend Holmes could only HOPE to have someday! Resources I've made after 25 years in active police service! I have the power to make things happen, to make a difference, to cause significant change, and I stand by the decisions I make without blaming others or hiding behind a greater power!"
"You sound like you have something against god, Captain...?" questioned Holmes, hoping others in the audience would think so as well...?
"I don't have anything against god..." said McConnell, "...only the hypocrites that HIDE behind him and point the finger at others...!"
"Are you by chance calling ME a homosexual, Mr. McConnell...?" laughed reverend Holmes.
"No..." answered McConnell, "...I don't have to..., not when there are members of YOUR congregation that will swear to it for me...!" added the former captain, pointing out into the audience as several male members of the audience stood up. The cameras swung around to catch them on video as the audience gasped aloud.
"LIES! LIES I TELL YOU...!!" shouted Holmes, recognizing several faces in the crowd, including: Malivia Brown, Zeff Underwood, Jerome Taylor, Eugene Pruitt, Milton Howard, and about 25 others! "I never touched any of those young men...!" he lied, seeing his career sinking like an old pirate's ship!
"NO...?" questioned McConnell [on a roll]. "Then how's about the women...?" he asked. "I know of at least TWO you've fathered out of wedlock, is there any MORE out in the audience today...?"
Holmes watched mortified as Demeece Howard and Rose Taylor stood up, followed by other congregation members: Alma Frost, Mary Watts, Camella Jones, Terry Thatcher, Grace Norwood, Thelma Watkins, and Melissa Hartings.
"DUNN...! DUNN...? I can't HEAR you...!" screamed the reverend into his earpiece, trying to get his campaign advisor online.
"I uh..., think NOW would be a good time to take a commercial break...!" said the mediator into one of the cameras, as the applause light came on and everyone ignored it, too shocked to respond on cue.
"And...CUT...!" yelled the stage manager, trying to get the show back in order....
"McConnell..." screamed Holmes, storming across stage as the stage managers followed, trying to pull off his microphone... "...WHERE THE FUCK did you get your information...?!" insisted the reverend, charging like a bull in a coffee shop. "I DEMAND to know who's been telling you these stories...!"
"Probably the SAME person's that been telling YOU stories about ME..." answered McConnell. "...only YOU have MORE skeletons to hide...!" laughed the former captain, as Holmes walked off stage, refusing to continue on with the debate.
McConnell watched as Cassandra Holmes, Demeece Howard, Roseland Taylor and several other women [all of who were unlucky enough to have children with reverend Holmes] chased him off stage, demanding answers and wanting child support...! McConnell hated having to be the one to disclose the reverend's hidden life, but he knew someone HAD to do it.
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OUTSIDE THE BROADCASTING STUDIO...
McConnell gave his staff assignments to prepare for the backlash of phone calls and questions he KNEW his office would be getting in the morning. His cell phone was already buzzing with reporters and television programs wanting interviews for him to elaborate on HOW he learned all these things about reverend Holmes? McConnell had no intentions on giving Holmes more publicity or sympathy votes, he would keep his answers regarding his politics for the campaign, after all, the people still had to vote!
He was walking towards his car in the parking lot when he heard a familiar voice...
"We DID it, David...!" said Brian Dunn, standing in the back ground applauding.
McConnell turned around slowly...
"I thought you had a family emergency...?" he recalled, surprised to see him.
"They got better...!" lied Dunn, walking towards the candidate. "I caught most of the debate on the drive over..., but it really wasn't much of a debate at all..., more like a massacre...!" he laughed. "I've already set interviews up with the Local Morning Show, and The Press...! Everyone's saying you're a SHOE-IN for election now!"
"Everyone's also wondering how I got the INSIDE scoop on reverend Holmes...?" responded McConnell. "HOW I got all those people he wronged to be in the audience at the same time...? How DID we do that, Brian...? HOW do you know SO MUCH about our opponent...?"
"Everything is assessable through the computer if you know WHERE to look...!" answered Dunn.
"The fact that reverend Holmes fathered children with at least NINE of his congregation members ISN'T listed anywhere on the Internet, I'm sure...!" said McConnell, reaching into his pocket. "You know, RAMONE did a little investigation work on WHO leaked the video of my son having sex with another man to the media..., and he came across this surveillance video at THIS very Network...! Of course he HAD to promise them that I would give them exclusives if I won as mayor to get them to turn over the evidence..., but they did, eventually...!"
Dunn swallowed hard [trying to keep his current facial expression stone to keep from tipping his shock and surprise] as he wondered what was on the tape...? "Before you LIE and say something like it wasn't me'..., let me tell you that the surveillance video shows YOU dropping off the tape anonymously the night before the story aired for the first time! The studio knew WHO you were, but since you were keeping a low profile since Edwards firing from office [back in Precinct-23], they didn't bother to contact you...!
"Now I always wondered WHY you didn't want any press about being my assistant..., and since I knew of your involvements with Tempest Williams and POOH Graham, I went along with NOT announcing you as my official campaign advisor to the Press, not wanting to be mistakenly associated with drug dealers...! But then I discovered you only wanted to remain anonymous because you were working BOTH SIDES of the arena as mine AND Holmes' advisors...! THEN it all started to make sense..., HOW you seemed to know so much about the candidate...! So what did you do, tell ME personal things about Holmes and tell Holmes personal things about me...? You played us BOTH from the start!"
"I can explain, David..." pleaded Dunn, the wheels ever turning in his head...
"SAVE IT!" advised McConnell. "And the WORSE part of it all is that a young man DIED in this fiasco...! If I EVER find out that YOU were responsible for Raheim's death..., I will make SURE that you are prosecuted to the fullest extent of the LAW! Somewhere SOMEONE knows your part in all of this..., rather it's an eyewitness, a hit man, a former partner, or whatever...! I will FIND it, and I will BURY you! And if I ever see your face in this city again..., I will make your life a living HELL! Do you understand...?!"
Dunn could see the anger in McConell's eyes. He knew McCOnnell finally knew the TRUTH about him, and he wasn't going to listen to anymore lies. Without saying another word, Dunn turned around and walked calmly to his parked car. McConnell watched [like a hawk] as Dunn drove to the security check point, then dove off into the night, hopefully never to be seen again.
Feeling better about himself, the election, AND his mended relationship with Ramone, McConnell got into his car and drove home, knowing life after tonight would be a whole lot more exciting!
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