Rambunctious

By Randy Nesbitt

RAMBUNCTIOUS.    Is a fast-paced Political-Action Thriller, about a couple of American Politicians who enjoy molesting little children, but it seems that they went too far on this occasion because somebody knows about what they have been doing with several different children and has finally been able to videotape them while they are in the midst of committing one of the vile acts, and as soon as the Politicians find out that there is a DVD out in society showing them committing the atrocious act they send their minions out into the world to get the DVD back; regardless of the costs!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Randy Nesbitt
• Release date: Apr 19, 2024
• ISBN: 9798989506002

Randy Nesbitt

Randy Nesbitt Sr., was born in Washington, D.C., and committed himself to a life of crime that ended up taking him through some of the roughest prisons in the United States over the last decades of his life.    A journey that only made him stronger, and wiser.    A man who has now written several fictional books for the enjoyment of the general public.

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Table of Contents

Rambunctious

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Part Two

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

COVER LETTER

RAMBUNCTIOUS.    Is a fast-paced Political-Action Thriller, about a couple of American Politicians who enjoy molesting little children.    But it seems that they went too far on this occasion, because somebody knows about what they have been doing with several different children and has finally been able to videotape them while they are in the midst of committing one of the acts and as soon as the Politicians find out that there is a DVD out in society showing them committing the atrocious act, they send their minions out into the world to get the DVD back; regardless of the costs!

The ROAD OF LIFE does not dictate

Which roads you will take,

So choose wisely.

Chapter One

It was a beautiful Summer's night on a Sunday in southeast Washington D.C., with Cynthia Alexander walking up and down the broken, cracked, and uneven sidewalks of Alabama Avenue physically hurting, but not hurting because someone had beaten her, or because she had been in some form of a violent act.  She was in pain simply because she was a heroin addict who was now suffering because her last fix was over three hours ago, with three hours between fixes for a dope fiend being an eternity, but just like all of the other dope fiends in the world, there had to have been a past in their lives that never involved the use of drugs, and the same was true for Cynthia.        With her having had an opportunity to grow up in a beautiful house out in the Maryland suburbs of Washington, D.C. with her mother (the Pediatrician) and her father (the Homicide Detective) always active in her life.

Her parents had always kept her on the right path for a wonderful future, giving her everything that a child, or teenager, could want, and during her days in Catholic School she was always an honor roll student, one of the brightest stars of her Catholic School existence.       But the brightness of life dims for all of us overtime, with expectations of ever seeing any semblance of that ‘light of life’ again being destroyed for Cynthia by the mundane rituals of ’good’ and ‘bad’ that we all end up going through in the course of our lives.       With Cynthia being one of the humans who had seen the brightness of her life dim so far, as she went through her day to day travels over the course of her life, that the dimness ended up having extinguished Itself by that dismal day to total blackness.

She was a twenty-four-year-old heroin addict, a mother of a seven-year-old girl, and a five-year-old boy.       Children that the city of Washington, D.C. should have taken away from her a long time ago, with the City Officials not having a clue as to how she was treating her children, or the manner in which they lived.       The children were presently at home, or in this case, what passed for a ‘home’ to Cynthia, which was a vacant apartment on twenty-third street that she shared with another dope fiend and her ten-year-old son, a boy who was already selling drugs out on the streets and robbing people, at an early age.

Cynthia used to be a gorgeous light brown skinned African American woman with pretty clear skin, and hazel eyes, that could make a person feel like they were staring into heaven as they looked into them.    Long pretty legs that came up to a rear-end so beautiful, that it would make the average woman jealous!     And a slim waist, with large firm breasts that everyone thought were implants, but just like the rest of her body, her rear-end was just another gift to her from God!

Her mother and father had been suspicious of her.    Always watching the way that she dressed and the people she hung out with, and neither one of her parents had ever had any form of fondness for her boyfriend, continuously telling her that he was a ‘hood-rat’ and a ‘thug’, and that she needed to get him out of her life.     But, just like any other teenager, she would never listen to the things her parents tried to tell her.     Then the pregnancy with her daughter at sixteen was the last stroke of her rebellious nature that our mother and father could stand, with them quickly kicking her out of their house, and telling her to never come back, so she moved in with the same boyfriend who her parents had been trying to keep her away from.     Even though her boyfriend was only seventeen at the time, and was living with his mother, who was an ex-convict, that had just been released from prison eight months prior for distributing drugs.     With her boyfriend and his mother living in a one-bedroom apartment in Northeast D.C., off of Brentwood Road.

Everything started off wonderfully, with Cynthia never really stopping to think too much about the life that she had given up with her parents out in Maryland.     Happy to be with her boyfriend, while he made promises to her of how life was going to be for the both of them, and the life that she now had growing inside of her that they had created together.    But life always consisted of unfulfilled promises, and it wasn't long before Cynthia began to see what kind of guy her boyfriend really was, because it wasn’t long before he began to invite his buddies to come into the apartment to have sex with her while she was still pregnant with their child.

She was indignant at first and had quickly left the apartment, but she really didn’t have anywhere else to live so she found herself knocking on the apartment door two days later which was when her life began to quickly spiral downwards while she was still four months pregnant.     Her child's father had scowled at her once he noticed that it was her who was knocking at his door, looking as if he would have been just as happy if he had never seen her again, but then he smiled at her and stepped away from the door while he continued to hold it open as he invited her into the apartment.      Although, while she was walking into the apartment, she noticed two of her boyfriend’s buddies sitting in the living room shooting up heroin and smoking marijuana, with their actions really being nothing that was unusual to Cynthia because they were the same two guys who she had seen with her boyfriend on many other occasions doing pretty much the same kinds of things.

Her unborn child's father had quickly shocked her by telling her to take her clothes off once he closed door and had retaken his seat on the threadbare couch that they had reclaimed off of the street after someone else had thrown it out.     She balked at first about taking her clothes off because she already had a general idea of what he had in store for her, and just like many other women, she found herself in the situation of where the alternatives were just as bad as the reality she was currently facing.     With the reality at that time being that it was snowing outside, and the dead of the winter, so she toughened up her resolve and stripped naked for the first time in the presence of someone other than her boyfriend.    With her boyfriend forcing Cynthia to have sex with him on that same couch, right in front of the two other men and after a while she began to feel more and more comfortable with this new form exhibitionism.     Never even thinking that she would have been able to enjoy having sex in front of other people, but her enjoyment quickly come to an abrupt halt when the two other men forced themselves on her;  putting their penises wherever they desired.     Hurting her insides, and roughing her up while her boyfriend just laughed at her dilemma, as he had got up off of the couch after having spent himself inside of her, with her lying there crying while the two men did whatever they wanted to do with her.    But the human species is resilient, and overtime, a lot of things that we used to dislike turn out to be something that we begin to enjoy.    With Cynthia finding herself beginning to enjoy the things that the two men were doing to her body on that day, and after they had finished with her they rewarded her with her first fix of heroin at a time when she was still four months pregnant with her daughter;  at sixteen years of age.     And then her boyfriend made it plain to her after everything was over that if he told her to have sex with someone, she was do it without any questions, and in return she could live in the apartment and he would keep her supplied with drugs.

Her boyfriend, and his friends, never called her Cynthia again after that day, telling her that from that point on that her name was ‘Sin’, because what she could do with a penis was sinful!    With the arrangement lasting until she was twenty years old when her boyfriend and three of his friends were sprayed by a guy with an AK-47 while they were sitting in a parked car.     Killing all four of them instantly!    None of them had even gotten the opportunity to return fire at the guy who had shot them, and her boyfriend’s mother had gotten locked back up the year before her son had been killed because she was caught on the Baltimore-Washington Parkway in her car by the police trying to bring a kilo of heroin back from New York City.

So, at twenty years of age Cynthia found herself homeless again, but this time she was homeless and responsible for her three-year-old daughter, and her one-year-old son, not to even include a heroin addiction that had to be fed!      And her addiction would always be more important to her than providing food, or anything else for her children, and for the last four years as her body deteriorated from drug use and prostitution, she kept trying to figure out how to get rid of her two kids:  always wanting something to eat, or some fucking toys!     If they weren't a good distraction when she went into some stores to steal some things, or good at look-out when she broke into someone's house or car, Cynthia would have left them sitting on the side of the road a long time ago!    So, for the last year, ‘Sin’ had been teaching the both of her children how to perform oral sex on grown men so that they could bring some more money into her life to feed the ‘monster’ which haunted her, and it was always a surprise to her of how many nasty-assed men wanted her kids, but she really didn't care what happened to her kids, as long as it brought in some more money for her habit! 

She found herself reminiscing about all of this as she walked up and down the street looking for her eighth trick of the day when she finally noticed the headlights of a black Lincoln limousine as it pulled up to the curb next to her with the back door opening once the car slowed to a stop, causing ‘Sin’ to hurry to the limo so that she could get into the back seat compartment, because she had been in the same limo the night before and had already ‘serviced’ the man who was sitting inside of it.     Happy to know that the man had paid her good for the sexual act she had performed on him.

Hello mister!    She said to him before she slid into the back seat with a tight dark blue denim mini-skirt and a light brown knit tube top on.     Showing the world that even though she was not what she used to be, that her body still looked a lot better than the average woman's body did.      I was hoping that I had left an impression on you yesterday! 

Oh.     You most definitely left an impression on me.     He said to her as he leaned over and put his hand on her oily-feeling bare leg.      Looking at her ashy feet inside of the sandal-type high heel shoes, wondering how low he would have to go in order to complete a job.    Amazed at the things that he would do for money!

He was a white man, who was around six foot two inches tall, and weighed about two hundred and ten pounds.      Twenty-eight years of age, with a full head of short cut black hair, wearing a satin cocoa brown suit which looked as if it had to have cost him at least two thousand dollars.    Thinking to himself that she had probably been a gorgeous woman a long time ago, but that particular time had come and gone at a young age for her.  With the research he had conducted on her showing him that she was usually on the streets of Washington, D.C. almost twenty-four hours a day committing all kinds of sex acts with men, women, and even animals too.     With her body now only being a vessel for someone to release bodily fluids into!     In order to get her to give him some oral sex the day before, he had to get her to brush her teeth before she performed the act and he still wore a condom during the act, scared to death the whole time.     But the act was necessary in order for him to get her to trust in the fact that he was not a cop. 

Sin.’     I have one thousand dollars for three hours of work.    He told her.

A thousand dollars?     How many people do I have to fuck for that?    She gleefully asked him.     Starting to try to move his hand up her leg, and under her skirt.     I don't mind though.    Cause for one thousand dollars I would fuck a whole room full of motherfuckers!

No.     Not you ‘Sin.     The man said to her as he pulled his hand away from her before she could get it under her skirt, and into her disease-infested vagina.     I have a friend of mine's who wants to spend a couple hours with your kids.

A pervert, huh?   Sin disdainfully replied.     Leaning against the car door looking at him with a clouded expression of fear on her face.     One of those molesters that likes to fuck kids, huh?     One of those motherfuckers that can't get it up for a woman, huh?

The man looked at Sin, wondering if he had made a mistake with her; which amazed him.     Because she was the one who had offered him both of her children yesterday, for fifty dollars, to do practically whatever he wanted to do with them!

I can live with it though, for fifteen hundred dollars!      You make that happen, and we can go get their asses right now!    Sin happily retorted as she leaned towards him with a smile on their face.

Damn, Sin.     You drive a hard bargain, but we can live with that as long as you are willing to come along and hang out with me while I am waiting, for no extra charge?    He lamented.      Moving towards the TV/Bar combination which was connected to the back of the front seat of the limo, to tell the driver to drive off while he reached into the box and pulled out a plastic envelope and a syringe.     And when we get to where we are going, this will be yours also. 

Okay!      Tell him to stop the car, he's getting ready to go past my apartment!     Cynthia said to him in her excitement at being able to get some narcotics, and once the car had come to a stop, she reached out her arm to open the door before she turned to ask him.    You want me to brush my teeth again, don't you?   

Yeah.     Take a shower too.     And douche that thing out real good, just in case I decide to try it out.      He nefariously replied while she was standing on the sidewalk getting ready to shut the door.      Oh.   Hey Sin.     We're going to take a ride, and we will be right back in this same place in thirty minutes.   Don't be late!

Cynthia immediately shut the door, and quickly ran into her apartment building.     Stepping over a man who looked as if he was in his sixties who was sleeping on the steps inside of her apartment building, stark naked, smelling a piss and vomit.    But an unconcerned Cynthia went right past the man as if she had already seen the same thing before.

Tonya, James!    She yelled into the living room of the apartment as soon as the door had swung shut behind her.     Get up, and get dressed.

Momma.      It’s eleven o’clock at night!     What do you need us to get dressed for?     A sleepy seven year old Tonya asked her mother while she tried to wipe some of the sleep out of her eyes, as she was coming out of her bedroom.      Walking on carpet that had to have been in the apartment for so long, that a person could no longer tell what its original color was.

‘WHAP!’   Was all of the response that Tonya had gotten as her mother slapped her on the side of her face, leaving an opened-palmed imprint on the little girl's face as the smaller human being tried to catch herself from falling and hitting her head on the side of the door frame while her little brother James stood behind her inside of the bedroom looking on an abject fear.

Are you going to make me repeat myself?     Cynthia asked her.     Looking at Tonya leaning against the door to support her little body so that she wouldn’t fall to the floor, as her mother debated within herself if she should give the child another blow just to get her brain to start working the way that it had been trained to work over the last few years of her life.

No Momma!      We're going to get ready right now!

Good.     You have ten minutes to get dressed, and brush your teeth too.     She yelled to them as an afterthought, while she walked into the bathroom to clean herself up, knowing that she didn't have enough time to take a shower so she just took off her denim skirt and her tube top, threw them onto the floor with the bathroom door still open and grabbed a washcloth as she went.    Wetting it in the sink while putting some soap and water on the washcloth then smeared it all over her naked body as quickly as she could.

Tonya and James walked through the opened bathroom door and started brushing their teeth with the same toothbrush as their mother stood there naked, sticking the soapy washcloth inside of her vagina, which was her variation of a douche.  And after Cynthia had finished taking her variation of a wash off and dried herself off, she put the same dirty clothes back on, then she began to use the same toothbrush that her children had used to brush their teeth while she began to try to remember the last time that she had put on a pair of panties and a bra?     She knew that she had a pair of panties and a bra somewhere inside of the apartment, but she didn't know where they were, and she also knew that there was no good reason for her to use them anyway in her line of work:  understanding that they would only be coming right back off of her body anyway.    But she was quickly brought back to reality once she began to hear the sound of a blowing horn outside of her apartment building before she started to walk out of the bathroom.     Tanya, James. Let's go!

The little boy, and girl, ran out of the bedroom fully dressed when their mother called at them at eleven-thirty that night and both of them knew enough about their mother over the short years of their lives to know that wherever they were going, that it would not be a good situation for the two of them!     But they had also felt the physical wrath of their mother too many times in the past over not doing what she told him to do, to not want to do anything to draw her ire that night either.     So they followed their mother out of the door of the apartment, with Tonya locking the door behind her because her mother was always forgetting to lock it, and when the door was left open the other dope fiends in the neighborhood would walk right into the apartment to steal the few things that they did have.

The last time that somebody went into the apartment while they were not there, they had stolen the little twelve inch black and white television that they used to have.   The television could only get one channel, with that one channel only coming in once in awhile.    With it not bothering Tonya too much that they had stolen the television, because she was more bothered about the fact that they had stolen her brother's toy truck, a red fire engine truck with a ladder and blinking lights;  when some batteries went in it.     This was the only toy that her brother had ever had, and he had cried for three straight days over that truck.   With the truck being giving to Tonya by one of the men who used to mess with her mother after her mother had let him kiss Tonya on her private parts while her mother was having sex with him on the floor in the living room of their apartment, and she could still hear her brother's cries as he stood in the doorway of their bedroom watching the three of them.      So, after the man had finished with her, she had asked him for the toy truck that she had seen in his car today before.

Tonya and her little brother James followed their mother out of the apartment building and down the sidewalk which led to the litter-scarred parking lot of cars.    There were no trees, bushes, or grass anywhere in this apartment complex just trash, abandoned cars, and dirt that no form of vegetation could possibly grow in.    And as she looked through the parking lot, that most likely had only five working cars out the of the whole litter of cars, she spotted the prettiest car that had ever seen.     She knew that it was Lincoln, because she could tell by the emblem on the hood of the car, but it was longer than any car that she had ever seen;  abnormal!     As she was looking at the car the back door came open and out came a white man, with this being one of the few white men that she had ever seen in her seven years of existence.     So Tonya, and her little brother, just stood by the car with their mouths wide open staring in amazement at the tall white man.     Like he'd just come from another planet.

Get in the car Sin.     We have to hurry up and get to where we have to go!     He told her.     Stepping out of the doorway of the car to allow Sin, Tonya, and James to pile into the car, and after all of them had gotten into the rear compartment of the car he got back into the car himself;  shutting the door behind himself.     Let's go Bill, and go straight down Alabama avenue too!     I don't want to be late.    

Sin.     Aren’t you going to introduce me to your kids?

Sure.    The girl's name is Tonya, and the boy's name is James.     I sure do hope that they are not too old for your friend!     She said to him as she indifferently motioned towards her children, while each one of them sat on a jump seat behind the driver’s compartment.     I just realized something!    You never told me your name, and it's kind of hard for me to introduce my kids to you when I don't even know your name! 

My name is Tom.       He told them.     Turning towards her children with a smile on his face.      The both of you can call me Uncle Tom.

Well.     ‘Uncle Tom.      She sarcastically replied, before she turned back to him, while sitting next to him on the back seat of the limousine then said.     Don't you have something for me?

Sure, Sin.      Here.     And he promptly handed her an envelope with fifteen hundred dollars in it."

Damn!     ‘preciate the money, but I was looking for something else also!      She told him while she lay the envelope on the seat next to her leg as if he had just handed her an envelope containing some obscure contest advertisement which told her that she had a once in a billion chance of winning a million dollars.

Sin.    Do you really want to do that right in front of your kids?

Man, fuck them!      They’re getting ready to suck, fuck, or whatever the hell it is that y'all are going to have ‘em doing!     Shit.     They've seen me with a needle in my arm before!     She retorted.     With Tonya and James looking at each other with tears in their eyes.     Knowing that their fears were to be realized.

Okay.    Here.      The man that called himself ‘Tom’ replied.     Reaching into the armrest next to him to get the packet of promised heroin, a syringe, and a bottle of water.    There's a lighter and a tie-off strap for you in the cubby hole by your door.     There's also a little bit of cotton, and a bottle cap in there also.      But you might want to hold up on all that, because we're almost there.

We are here Sir!     The driver told him before the car turned off of Alabama Avenue towards some really nice looking houses that did not look like they even belonged in southeast Washington, D.C.     Pulling up to a large brick house which sat by itself on the side of a tree-lined street with grass everywhere.     All of the houses on the street were enormous, and gave off the impression that all of the residents were rich because it was easy to tell that every one of the houses cost a couple of million dollars in the D.C. real estate market.

Okay Bill.    Thanks.     He told his driver after hearing him cutting the engine off.     Then he turned to Sin and said.     It's time Sin.

Tonya.     You, and James, go with Tom.     Cynthia told her children.

Please, Mister Tom.      Leave my brother here.     I will do whatever they want done.     Just leave my brother alone!    Tonya pleaded with the man and her mother.

Girl.     I will kick you, and your brother, all around his car if you both don't get your asses out of here right now!     She told Tonya before she began to cook the heroin up in the bottle cap.       And if you make me spill this shit.      I will kill the both of you.     Now get out!

James and Tonya quickly exited the car with Tom right beside them, and walked up to the front door of the house before the front door of the house began to open.      Letting them know that they were already expected.     And out of the door stepped another white man, who looked to be about eighty years old and was dressed in a black suit.

Good evening.     Are they ready for them?

Yes sir.     They are already prepared.

What about everything else?     He quietly asked the man after he leaned towards him to whisper his last comment into his ear.

Yes sir.     Everything else is as it should be also. 

Well then, here is the twenty thousand dollars that I promised you for your retirement.     He told him.     Getting close to the man called ‘Brent’, so that he could continue to whisper the last part into his ear then turned and walked back to the car, leaving the children with Brent, and when he turned back around to look at the house again as he was getting back into the limo, Brent, Tonya, and James had disappeared into the house.

Well ‘Bill’, that went pretty good.     He told the driver before he shut the door behind himself.     How does everything look on your end?

I'm watching everything right now.     The pickup is good and the video is also streaming good.     But we won't be able to copy the DVD here.

Tom moved towards the television, and turned it on, which allowed him to see a bed with an older white lady of about fifty-five years of age with some pretty red hair who was lying on the bed in a floor length night gown and at the bottom of the screen he could see Brent coming into view, leading the small forms of James and Tonya by their hands.

You like to watch, huh?      You’s a freak!      But if you turn that shit off, I can give you something to watch right here in this car.      She told him once she had finished shooting the heroin into her arm.  And after saying this, she began to violently shake from head to foot.     Shaking so violently, that ‘Tom’ had to lean back into his seat so that he could push her arms and legs back across the center console.     With Cynthia beginning to drool large globs of mucus laden spit out of the side of her mouth.

Okay ‘Brutal.’     Pull the car around the corner a little bit, so that we will be out of sight of the house, but make sure that you stay in range of the transmitter I don't want any interruptions in the feed, we've come too far to mess this up now!     He said to the driver after calling him by his real name, reaching across to the other side of the seat to straighten up Cynthia's corpse just in case someone who was walking past happened to be able to see into the car, then he grabbed the envelope which contained the fifteen hundred dollars off of the seat and put the envelope into one of the inside pockets of his suit jacket.

Hey Micky.     These two old freaks are vicious!    They need to die for what they're doing to those kids!     The huge man in the driver’s seat said as he leaned his six foot five inch frame away from the television, after having seen enough of the molestation.     I should go in there and kill them two motherfuckers right now!

Slow down big fella!     That wouldn't do us any good, we need them to do the things that they are doing to those kids in order for our plans to come to fruition.      Just let them go on ahead and make their little snuff film, and besides, you wouldn't get near the house anyway.   I saw two guys standing behind the bushes on the side of the house, and another one on the roof.     There's no telling what kind of weapons they have, so we both would probably get killed before we ever even got near the door.     Micky lamented while fixing himself a drink out of the mini bar.     And besides, we're going to ruin their sanctimonious asses anyway, once we expose them with this DVD.     And to them, that is going to be a worse fate than death.

Micky.     What about the old guy at the door?

Ole Brent?    He's going to be quietly leaving the Country tomorrow, never to return.     He already told the owners of the house that he would be quitting three months ago.

Who owns the house?     The old dude, or the old broad?

Those two would never be caught dead living in D.C. unless it was out in Georgetown somewhere.     Micky retorted with a few chuckles to follow his words, which caused him to spill some of his drink on his pants leg, then he quickly grabbed a napkin to try to soak up some of the liquid before it could be absorbed into the material.     "Damn man.     You made me mess up my brand new suit!     But, anyway.     The old lady, and her husband have a big one thousand acre horse farm out in Culpeper Virginia with a mansion on it that is bigger than this whole block!     While the old dude, and his wife, live out in Ashburn Virginia by the Washington Football Team’s training facility in a ten bedroom, three story stone mansion that sits on twenty acres.     He also has a five-bedroom house way up on sixteenth street, where he ends up staying most of the time, because of his work.    The house that they are in right now belongs to one of the women who works for the lady.

With the lady who owns the house along with her husband, coming back from a trip to France about four months ago, and found a picture behind the headboard of the bed in the master bedroom of a young naked Asian girl who looked to be about four years old that was being molested in their bed.     With the little girl’s mouth on the old nasty-assed woman's pussy and the sorry-ass dude’s dick was inside of the little girl's vagina.     You just couldn't see either the man or the woman's face, and the couple had been thinking that they had been letting her boss use their house while they were away on vacation to have some grown-up sex away from her husband, and when they found out that some child molesting stuff was going on in their house, they got mad!     How this information got back to Mister Hamid, I don't know.

So, what about the people who own the house?

I don't know.      That's Mister Hamid’s side, but I do know that they are on a trip to Mexico right now, and what happens when they get back is anyone's guess.      Micky told Brutal as he pulled the finished DVD out of the DVD player, and once he placed the DVD into a cartridge case, he placed the case into one of the inside pockets on his suit jacket.     Finally having his first opportunity to relax in the  course of the night, with his job almost coming to its end.     We were just supposed to find some kids, and record the whole thing for Mister Hamid.

So, what's up with her?     Brutal asked while he motioned over his shoulder towards Cynthia's dead body.

Start the car up and make a right up here, once we get down to Southern Avenue I want you to make a left.      I have a spot for her already.     A comfortable Micky replied before he leaned back into the seat and rubbed on Cynthia's dead leg as Brutal turned onto Branch Avenue, and after a short drive along with a couple of turns, Micky told him to make a right onto Suitland Road.     We're almost there.

Damn.     A cemetery!

Yeah.     What better place for our ‘Sin’ here!    Just drive through the gates on the left, and cut the lights out so that the caretaker for the cemetery can’t look out of the window of his house to see us over here.     Micky said once he had reached into the front seat compartment of the limousine to tap Brutal onto his shoulder, as he motioned for him to make another right and to stop the car. 

Pop the trunk for me Brutal, and come back here.

Brutal pulled the lever to open the trunk, got out of the car, and walked back to the rear of the vehicle only to see Micky standing behind the opened trunk putting a jumpsuit on over his suit.

There is one in there for you also.     We're going to have to do a little bit of digging, and there's no need in us leaving any fibers lying around for evidence, just in case somebody finds out what we have done and there's a pair of rubber boots in there for you also so that you can put them on over your shoes.     But we need to hurry up Brutal it’s almost three in the morning already.     Micky told him.      Walking off with the two shovels in his hands, in search of a good spot for them to bury Cynthia’s body.

And bring Sin with you when you come.     He said over his shoulder as he was walking away.

Shit.     I knew that I was going to have to do all of the heavy lifting!      Brutal muttered to himself as he opened the back door of the limo to lift Cynthia's body out of the back seat.

Micky continued to walk through the graveyard with the two shovels looking for a good spot to bury the body when he began to walk past an opened grave with a coffin that was already inside of it.     Well.      Look at this Brutal!      It looks like we are having some good luck tonight.     Micky sibilated while he walked up to the open grave with the coffin already in it.     All we have to do now is to throw her in there with the coffin, and cover it back up with dirt.

But how do you know that they were not in the process of excavating the coffin in the first place?     A curious Brutal asked him while he stood looking down into the hole in the ground, with Cynthia's body slung over his shoulder.

That's easy Brutal!      There's no dirt on top of the coffin, which lets you know that it wasn't already covered up with dirt, and if you look at the headstone, you will see that he just died.      Micky said to him, while he motioned toward the headstone with one of the shovels.      So, you go on ahead and dump her body in there so that we can start filling the grave back up with dirt, because it won’t be long before it becomes daylight and then people are going to be moving all around us.

Brutal carelessly threw the body into the grave then the two of them began to start shoveling dirt into the grave from a large mound of dirt that was sitting next to the grave.      What do you think they are going to do with the bodies of those two little kids?

I don't know Brutal.      But I do know that they will leave no trace of them because Mister Hamid had been trying to use one of the bodies of the kids that they had killed a while ago for blackmail purposes, but he couldn't figure out how they were getting rid of the bodies, and the lady has a guy named ‘Vic’ working for her, who is one of her private security people and I heard that he was in Iraq, Afghanistan, and Uganda doing all sorts of horrible things.      Mister Hamid told me that his body count is higher than all of the bodies in this cemetery, so I'm certain that he knows how to get rid of a body without anybody finding out about it.

After that comment Micky and Brutal just continued to fill in the grave with dirt while being lost in their own thoughts, finally filling in the grave at around five-thirty in the morning when it was just starting to become daylight, then they quickly placed the shovels back into the trunk of the limo then jumped into the front seat with their jumpsuits, and rubber boots still on before they drove out of the cemetery.     Making a right turn before driving further up Suitland Road and on into Maryland until they crossed over Silver Hill Road, making a right turn into a parking lot which was behind several stores then they parked next to a white Ford Econoline van similar to the vans which could be seen anywhere in the District of Columbia on any given day, and quickly got out of the Lincoln to casually look around so that they could see if anyone was watching them before walking over to the van to open the back doors before Micky took out two five gallon containers full of gasoline.     Grabbing both of them so that he could hurry back to the limo, and handed one of the containers to Brutal while opening the other one, then he poured a third of the gasoline into the trunk before he went around to the rear seat compartment then poured the rest of the gas into the backseat areas of the limousine once they had finished.      Micky and Brutal took off their jumpsuits and boots then threw them into the back seat compartment of limousine to burn also, with Micky closing the doors of the limo behind them.     Just leaving one door open at the rear of the limo, before he walked around to the rear of the limo and closed the trunk.

Hey Brutal, give me one of your cigarettes?      Micky said as he walked towards him before he took a full pack of matches out of one of his pockets, and lit the cigarette that he had been handed.    Using the paper cover of the book of matches to wrap around the cigarette, so that he could stand it up on the carpeted floor at the back of the limousine compartment then shut the door behind himself, after that Micky and Brutal grabbed both of the gasoline containers and threw them into the van, while getting into the van themselves.

Go back up Suitland Road towards D.C.      Micky told him after Brutal had started driving the van away from the limo.     Heading out of the parking lot.

Brutal made a left out of the parking lot, and got stopped at a red light behind a silver Toyota Camry with two little kids in the backseat playing with each other.      Do you think that there is any chance either one of those kids are still alive?

Micky just turned and looked at Brutal for a minute once they started moving through the intersection, before he said:   Bro.     You saw those people cut those kid’s throats just like I did!      They’re most definitely dead.    Are you getting soft on me, or something?     Make this right over here.

No.      I'm not getting soft.     Just thinking about it.     You know.

Well stop thinking about it, because it's over and done with.    Now make this right on Silver Hill Road.

Once they were moving down the road Micky started straining to look out of the window, when Brutal asked him:   What are you looking for?

I'm trying to see if I can see any smoke, or fire, coming from the back of those stores.      Micky told him while he pointed towards the left side of the windshield.

I can see some smoke right there.     Brutal lamented.     Pointing to a point on the left side of the car himself.

Yeah.     That looks like it.     I just wanted to make sure that the limo did catch fire.      Keep going straight through the light.      Micky said.    Still looking towards the stores so that he could be certain about the limo burning up.      Make this right on Suitland Parkway, and take us back into D.C.      You still remember how to get back to the shop, don't you?

Of course I do!     In northeast on Rhode Island Avenue.

Okay.    Well then wake me up when we get there.

About twenty minutes later Brutal nudged Micky while he was driving down Rhode Island Avenue on the Brentwood side of the city near Eastern Avenue.      Finally slowing down in front of some stores, mostly pawn shops and liquor stores, with Brutal stopping in front of one of the pawn shops.     That's when Micky got out of the van, leaving Brutal in the van, and walked into the pawn shop.      But after about ten minutes he came back out with a briefcase in his hand before he jumped back into the van. 

Okay Brutal.     Get over to Route 66, so that we can get back to Cincinnati, and to Mister Hamid.      Micky told him.     Opening the briefcase, and sticking the DVD inside of it before he locked the briefcase back.

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A FRIEND

is someone who treats you

the same way that you treat them

Chapter Two 

Gregory Jenkins had been locked up for the last seven years of his life for ten vials of narcotics that some guy had thrown at his feet while he was waiting for the bus he used to take to work while standing at a bus stop on Sixth and Florida Avenue.      He just happened to be standing in a crowd of fifteen people and was the closest one to the packet on the ground, so the police on the scene chose to send him to jail for this, and he was sentenced to eight years.      This most likely included the fact that he just so happened to be an African American man in a redlight district in Washington, D.C.

Greg had gotten out of the army only four months before the incident, after having served a tour in Afghanistan and two tours in Iraq, just trying to survive those conflicts and make it back home in one piece to his wife and his newborn son.     After almost eight years had gone by, Greg was still having nightmares about the horrors that he witnessed in those foreign Countries, fighting a war that he didn't even believe in.      After taking the time to look back on the reason why he had enlisted in the military in the first place, he came to the conclusion that his teenage years were ironic, because during his younger years his grandmother and his pregnant girlfriend saw all the people that he was hanging with and convinced him to go into the military so that he could give himself a chance at a good life and here he was now just returning from a life of incarceration in someone's prison for something that he didn’t even do.      Something that he tried to avoid in the first place by going into the military.

His girlfriend, who later on became his wife, stuck with him for the first two years of his prison sentence then divorced him after she was six months pregnant with some other guy’s baby, and he hadn't heard from her for the last five years, and it was really hard not knowing where his son was while also knowing that his son hated him just because he had gotten himself locked up!     He did get a chance to talk to his son on the phone two years before when his son was at Greg's grandmother's house for a visit, but his son had made it plain to him that he had another father now then hung the phone up on him, and Greg hadn't heard from him since.     But that was not unusual, because after his grandmother had died the previous year, he had had no more contact with anyone in society.     All of that was cool though because on this August day he would get to walk out of the miserable prison and back into society.     He didn't know where he was going to live, and the only set of clothes that he had was on his body, and that was a gray pair of sweat shorts, a pullover gray sweatshirt and a dingy white pair of tennis shoes.       But he did have a one thousand dollar check in his pocket that he was able to save while he was in prison, and he had no Illusions as to how far a thousand dollars was going to take him in the free world, but he was prepared to wear his cheap prison sweat suit every day, and sleep on the street if he had to in order to keep himself from going back to prison, because the memories were still fresh in his mind of him having been locked up in one of the prisons within the Federal Bureau of Prisons called ‘Big Sandy’ during his entire incarceration, which was in the State of Kentucky, and he had really been miserable during this period of his life so there would definitely be no return to that sort of nightmare for him.

Jenkins.    Get your ass in the car, now, or your ass will be going back inside!      With this nasty comment coming from the hateful voice of Lieutenant Johnson.     Pulling Greg back to the reality of him standing next to one of the institutional police cars which were used to patrol the perimeter of the prison.

Hey man.      You do not need to do me any favors, I can walk to the bus station on my own!

I'm afraid that I can't let you do that because it is against our policy.    We have to give you a bus ticket, and take you to the bus station in order to make certain that you get out of the area of the prison.      Lieutenant Johnson stated as he shut the door of the car after sitting in the seat behind the wheel of the white Chevrolet then started the engine to running.     But as far as I'm concerned, I would love to let you walk to the bus station, or whatever the hell it is that you people come from.     Because I know that I black man walking around in Inez Kentucky will get killed before he ever makes it to the bus station in Huntington West Virginia.

Maybe so man.       But I'm not that easy to kill.      Greg retorted after he'd gotten into the sedan, and shut the front passenger side door behind himself.      Reclining his six foot three inch, two hundred and forty pound frame into the fake blue leather seat.

You just haven't run into the right man yet!

And I guess that you are that man, right?     Greg retorted in a calm manner before he turned his head to face the obese lieutenant Johnson while he drove the car out of the parking lot of the prison before he began heading down the highway with the steering wheel of the car sitting on top of the fat of his stomach, with the right side of his mouth poked out from the large of glob of chewing tobacco he was chewing and spitting into a cup which he was holding in his right hand as he drove the car.

Yeah.     I am most definitely the right man!      And I could kill you right now, if I wanted to, seeing as though we're in this car by ourselves in the middle of nowhere.     The fat man said with a vicious sneer on his bright red face.     A face that had the characteristics of a farm pig.

Maybe so man.     But I don't think that you really understand that you are the one who is at a disadvantage right now.

How do you figure that I am at a disadvantage, when I have a gun and you don't?      The egotistical Lieutenant Johnson responded to Greg's comment.

Your gun really doesn't scare me, because it is going to be hard for you to do anything to me when your left hand is on the steering wheel, and your right hand is holding onto the cup that you are spitting that nasty-assed shit into.      Which leaves the gun that you are most likely thinking about using against me sitting on your right hip, close to me, not to mention the fact that you are driving a car without your seat belt on, so if you try to crash into something you will be the one that goes flying through the windshield, not me!     And do you know the real funny part about this whole conversation?

No.      What is it?     Lieutenant Johnson asked before he turned back around to face the road he was driving down without the hateful emotions still showing on his face, as he began to think about what Greg was saying to him.

You are all alone in this car, just like I am.      Greg told him while he began to laugh.      I can hit you in your fat assed stomach and take your gun if I wanted to!

Are you threatening me now?

So now you want to fall back on your ‘police authority’ bullshit when your feelings get hurt, and you get scared.      Greg retorted as he began to laugh again.     Don't forget that you are the one who started this conversation in the first place.

I'm not scared of you.      Lieutenant Johnson stated after having endured minutes of silence in the car.     Putting his cup inside of the cup holder on the center console between the two front seats, then he began to fumble with his seatbelt.     With Greg watching his hand movements the entire time as he smiled to himself.

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During this same time, Micky and Brutal were driving north on Interstate 75, crossing the Britt-Spence Bridge from Covington Kentucky into Cincinnati, Ohio;   happy to finally be getting back to Mister Hamid and the end of their assignment.     They had driven all of the way from D.C. the night before and decided to stop over at Micky's house in Covington to spend the rest of Sunday night so that they could get some rest before they ventured into Cincinnati to see Mister Hamid the next day.     Their day had started out with the sun shining brightly and a slight breeze of wind moving around them, but as they were crossing the bridge it began to drizzle which turned into a light rain as they were making their way through town towards Mister Hamid’s pawn shop on Vine Street and Forest Avenue in Cincinnati while driving Micky's navy blue BMW 5 series sedan. 

They were just talking about mundane things that he and Brutal had done in their past.     Talking about some of the places they have been together, and the women that they had slept with; sometimes at the same time.     When Micky began to think to himself that Brutal was one of the few people who had ever come close to being a friend to him in his lifetime.      With both of them becoming rich while working for Mister Hamid, which had now made the both of them low-level multi-millionaires, and as soon as they delivered the DVD to Mister Hamid, Brutal and he would split five hundred thousand dollars that would be sent directly their accounts.

Micky was only twenty-eight years old, with Brutal being around twenty-eight years old also, and they had already been talking about moving down to South Beach in Florida where they would pool their money together in order to open a club with a nice ocean view!      After coming to the realization that both of them had been shot at least once, and shot at, who knows how many times with them always just laughing those incidents off and continued onto the next job, happy to still be alive.      But they could honestly say that they enjoyed most of the things they had been doing to make money while being employed by Mister Hamid; except for the children!     They had been delivering a couple of kids to that house in Washington, D.C. every couple of months for the last year, wondering about what Mister Hamid was getting them involved in when Mister Hamid finally came clean and told Micky and Brutal that he was trying to get some solid evidence on the