A Thug in Trouble
by mr.rdh@sbcglobal.net

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There was an African American brotha in my neighborhood named Roc.

He would play his rap music everyday and he was very rude to people. It didn't matter if they were old, young,rich, or poor he would be very mean to them. However the sight of him was amazing. He being twenty-five had a very dark-skin complexion, stood at 6"5 190lbs of muscle no body fat, with a very low haircut. He always believed in appearance. He kept his facial hair trimmed.

He had two large muscular arms, his chest was a size 52 waist 32.Very bow-legged like his mother. You would think was a model. Not to mention his feet, was size 15 dark on top yellow on the bottom. He was very noticeable.(If you follow football he could be Jevon Kearse's twin brother of the Eagles #93 ).

He was hated by a lot of people because he would get away with murder. He had been driving drunk and got pulled over by the police. He got out the car and he spread to get searched. The two Asian cops studied the man's sexy body from head to toe. The cop handcuffed Roc and their hands slithered up his muscular back and sides .

Roc laughed out loud and tried to move away.

The cops looked at each other and nodded. They put Roc in the police car. They drove to this certain haunted house where no one lived for centuries. They knew this guy and had agreed with the neighbors something must be done about Roc. So they got him out the car and put a pillowcase over his head.

Roc was terrified to think what would happen to him. By now he was stripped to his tank top and baggy basketball shorts and Nike flip-flops. It was 80 degrees and at 11:30pm so no one knew what the cops had done. The cops took him in the house and chained him to a medieval bed that reclined. Roc shouted at them, calling them all kinds of names.

Soon they left and as they went out the door shut it self. All alone Roc looked around the house he never saw this house before. All of a sudden, a gold box appeared in front of Roc. It opened and 40 pairs of hands emerged out of the box and on Roc's body. Roc had been shot stabbed, scratched because of the life he lived, but never like this.

He roared and hollered like a mad man. The hands tickled his ears, his chiseled jaw and neck, his shoulders, his tattooed arms, his pits, chest and tight nipples, his abs and navel, tickled his sensitive waist. He went berserk with laughter,

" HHAHHAHAHAHSAAHA AAAAKSKSAAAAAANAAANANAANNANANANWNWWNWWAWAW".

The hands were relentless. They snatched of his sandals and rubbed baby oil all over his feet and shins and attacked both feet at the same time. Then about five pair of hands crawled up his bowlegged calves and thighs tickling them mercilessly.

All he could do was babble laugh, yell and laugh so more:

" NONONNONONONWNNW

WWAAEAWAWWAWAWAWAWAAANOANAOWNWNWOWWWWAIAAIAMAMEEWEEEeEEEEAAAAAHAHAHAAWAWAWAAHAHAHAAAEEEAEAWAWA!"

He was very ticklish on his legs. Then to make matters worst, ten vines sprouted up from the floor having two mouths on each tip. Five of them at each time gave him a raspberry on his sides, abs and neck, licking and nibbling.

Roc got so turned on and laughed so hard he didn't realize he had came twenty-seven times. Every hand and vine tickled in hard to reach places like his big juicy butt, under his large knees, the vines were licking and kissing the oil of his feet. Even the palms of his hands were extremely ticklish.

He yelled out more:

" STOOOOOOOOHAH WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOEEEEEE SHAHAHSASANNSNSONSOISMSMIMSORERRYYEYYEY

OKAAAAAAAAAAAAAYAYAYAAIHAHAHAHAHAHWONANTHURTHAHAHAHAH ANYHAHAHAHAHAHAONEWAAAAAELSEWWWWWWWWWWAAAA!!"

Roc was sentenced to six months in this house.

Now he's our alderman.