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Mahogany (Episode 3)


huge car headlights and the sound of the car engine racing to meet his body...and then there was only darkness…

Meanwhile, at Mahogany's...

“I want you to leave, Lieutenant Jones, I have no interest in your threats.” Bill said firmly as Bertha stood next to him.

“Yes, you will listen.” Lieutenant Jones said, making stern lines in his forehead as his Nubian complexion remained tight and smooth - fighting the urge to place handcuffs on Bill Sands himself. "You see, Sergeant Lowles has made it my business to handle the questioning of your league of operation of the Second Conference and - "

Bill stepped forward toward Lieutenant Jones. “I don’t think you heard me, I said to leave because you do not have a warrant or citation to –“

“I’m glad you mention that because I do and since it seems you are resisting and hostile I am taking you down to headquarters for questioning.” Lieutenant Jones said, his eyes beaming like blazing sun rays as he pulled out a piece of paper.

“Gentlemen, please show Bill the exist way to the waiting police car out front.”

The officers were about to grab Bill but he pushed them away and then kissed Bertha passionately before heading towards the exit. Lieutenant Jones and his men followed closely behind him. Bill tried to show no facial expression of concern as he thought of Tony. Bill can only hope and pray that Tony made it to the plan designation on time ...

Later…in Atlanta, Georgia...

Lying on my back on the bed I could see a trail of mildew water on the ceiling. I wished to escape as the dried-up water did. I knew that I needed to concentrate on anything else besides my misery. But somehow, I wanted to stay feeling like this, in the hopes that it would give me the courage to make my dreams come true. To do something that I want for a change.

I rolled over to my side for the need to concentrate on something else finally forced its way through my mind. The radio managed to win on being the first of my object of wonder. The radio seem so old-fashioned and was not even playing the tune of melody I am accustomed to at Mahogany’s. I got up from the bed and walked over to the radio in the hopes of finding a station I could relate to.

“Jewels, will you come

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