gang had discussed what to do, and a lot of very dangerous arguments had come to the surface during the discussion, but eventually, they had all come to the same conclusion. They couldn't murder him; it might cause more trouble then they could handle. Nor could they try to scare him off. Knowing Taggart, it would only make him all the more anxious to destroy them.
No, the only workable solution was to simply knock him and his credibility out of the picture. They had even figured out a fool-proof plan, one that could not fall, and it all depended on Bernardo's power of persuasion over his sometime girlfriend, Maria Paloma.
Later, after Salvador had explained the plan to his younger brother, they both parted to complete their parts of the plan, Salvador going off to get the necessary materials, and Bernardo off to find the person who could make or break the whole deal. He found her in one of the deserted houses the gang used as a hide-out or meeting place. She and one of the other Morros members, probably the meanest of the gang, Chico Ramirez, were engaged in some sort of weird game. Maria was down on her knees in front of the muscular gang member, moving away from him. She lurched awkwardly upward, her hugely billowing tits bobbing balloon-like up and down as she twisted and swayed, trying to stand up.
There was something strangely exciting about the tableau they made, and Bernardo's cock stiffened against his thigh as he walked toward them, realizing that she had been sucking Chico's prick. Unconsciously, he moved with the measured, slightly swaggering step the other Latin men used to show their superiority to women. The sight of the lewdly wriggling and panting girl made his hard young balls contract hotly inside his slacks. Chico knew how to handle women, all right. 'Salvador wants to see you down at the corner of Fourth and Main.'
'Yeah? What about?'
Bernardo eyed him coolly. 'He's got some business for you to take care of.'
'Right, man, right. Say, nice to have you back from the Big Apple.'
'Thanks.'
'Salvador tell you the plans for Taggart?'
'Yeah, that's why he wants you. Gotta get the stuff for the frame and I have to get rid of you in order to get my part settled.'
'Oh, yeah. Sure. See you later.'
With a short laugh, Chico looked at Maria and back at Bernardo, then left the two alone.
'That Chico's a fuckin' creep,' Maria muttered, getting to her feet after the black-haired Chico had made his departure.
'You miss me, Maria?' Bernardo said, knowing damn well she never missed anyone. She was a hard-hearted bitch if he had ever met one.
'Oh, you're full of shit,' the girl replied disdainfully, combing her curly black hair and adjusting her makeup with a pocket minor. 'You know damned well that I like you as much as I like anyone, but did I miss you? Shit, I don't even miss tomorrow if it doesn't come!'
Bernardo smiled, his eyes darkening as he took in her sensuously rounded form crammed into the tight-fitting shorts and top, beneath which she was apparently not wearing a bra because her tits were molded seductively into the halter top, filling the material to the bursting point. 'Yeah, you didn't look like you missed me very much a few moments ago.'
Maria shrugged in annoyance. 'Oh, that's just a cock. Doesn't matter who's it is, I use cocks 'cause I like to fuck. Sometimes I like the man who owns the cock, sometimes not. No matter either way.'
'And Chico is one you don't like,' he asked.
'But I like you,' Maria replied.
With that, the sensuous brunette sidled over to Bernardo and pressed her body up tight against his, wriggling a little so he could feel the surging outline of her titties and the hard mound of her pussy. 'Hey Bernardo, why don't you and I go have a fast one, huh?'
'Sounds good, Maria,' Bernardo answered, his cock throbbing hungrily at her obscene invitation. 'First I want you to do me a little favor, okay?'
'Sure Bernardo, anything you say,' Maria said, her eyes fixed on the rapidly rising bulge of his cock. 'What do you want me to do?'
Nancy Taggart, the pretty blonde-haired wife of the Miami Register's star reporter, ran the dusting rag over the top of her husband's desk.
She liked to keep his study clean and straight for him because she knew that he appreciated it, and enjoyed working in an atmosphere of cleanliness and order. He had often told her how much more organized and clear his own thoughts were and therefore his articles, if his surrounding were the same.
She stopped her dusting momentarily as she noticed a half-typed page still standing in the typewriter. Leaning over his desk chair, her huge titties resting softly on the back of the chair, she read what was written on the paper.
There have been many articles written lately about street gangs, many big words, many impractical solutions, but what has actually been done about them, why are they still operating; why have all those so-called solutions failed?
If the concerned citizen would trouble to find out what had actually been done by our so-called 'public servants' he would come up wanting.
While it is true that police surveillance was doubled during a period of public interest, it was not continued once the interest had dropped off and now surveillance is negligible. The gangs are back together, in full force, a dangerous force in our streets. But most of all, the most feared gang in Miami, perhaps the most cunning and ruthless of all of the street gangs, the Morros is stronger than ever before.
The Morros gang may not mean very much to those of you in your comfortable suburban homes, but to the people of the barrio it is a name to be feared. The Morros are connected with many unsolved crimes – rape, murder, theft, none provable because of the great power they hold over the people living in their neighborhoods. There is even a gruesome story of a so-called 'Trophy Room', a cache of mementos from all of the crimes the gang has been involved with since its birth in the forties.
As to what kind of trophies this room contains, I will not even speculate except to say that if their crimes are any indication of their trophies, then the room must be a grisly sight indeed.
The article continued a few more paragraphs, but Nancy did not want to read any more. With a shiver at the thought that there could be such horrible people in the world, she went back to her work.
She so hated the thought that her husband was working on such a horrible subject. It could be dangerous fooling around with these local street gangs. They might be small-time hoods, but she had seen a television program on them once, and they were far more organized and ruthless than she had been led to believe. But it didn't really matter what she thought, she sighed, Rick had been assigned to do a series of follow-up articles on the street gangs and he would do it no matter what. That was where he was right now, in fact, digging up some more information on the workings and the leaders of these gangs.
Well, she thought determinedly, at least tonight he won't be thinking about those stupid street gangs. She was going to make sure of that!
First a wonderful dinner, with all the things he liked best, steak, baked potatoes, wine, and a special dessert. Then she was going to put on her sexiest housedress, some soft music on the radio and…
'… And seduce him,' she said determinedly, her blue eyes resolute as she finished the dusting and headed out the door of the study to the living room. 'No matter what he wants to do, I am going to get him to want to fuck me. He will have to fuck me crazy, too!'
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. 'Who can that be?' she wondered as she walked into the living room toward the front door of her house, pausing at the hall mirror to brush some unruly strands of blonde hair out of her eyes.
Opening the door, she was surprised to find herself face to face with a dark-haired Spanish-looking girl clad in a pair of white shorts, a tight, glittering T-shirt and narrow thong sandals. Her dark hair was jet black, and her
