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Subject: {ASSM} Undertow- TRUE LIFE PRISON story- Chapter 001
Date: Sat,  9 Feb 2002 22:10:07 -0500
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Chapter 001- "Yo- ain't that fat bitch singin' yet?"

I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.
----Mark Twain

"Chico," Mr. Smith said, standing at the blackboard, "Tell me the difference
between 'riptide' and 'undertow'"

"Yo I don't see what that's got to do wit anything. I don't even live near
no ocean man." Chico said, uncomfortable.

"Hey- I know what undertow is," Taz snickered from the back of the makeshift
classroom, "Its when I step on a greasy spic with my steel-tip boot." He
smiled proudly, "get it? Cause he's under- toe"

There were a few nervous chuckles, but Taz himself was the only one who
found this even remotely funny.

"Thank you so much for that Mr. Parks," Mr. Smith said, "Can you go a bit
further and spell that for us? Ahhh, I can see by the expression on your
face that you cannot. I suggest you focus on the little things first,
because surely you will want to actually be able to read that contract when
HBO comes a calling for a comedy special."

The skin on Taz's face and shaved head turned a bright red, undermining the
unfazed expression he had assumed on his handsome face.

Wisely, not a single person laughed.

Ivan, who was seated up front and next to Chico, raised his hand, "I know
answer." He said, smiling, and totally missing the rotten look that Taz
beamed to the back of his head, "Riptide is ven vater finds weak position on
tide to return to see," He waited for a moment, and then was encouraged
enough by Mr. Smith's smile to continue, "and undertow is ven water travels
underneath to return to sea."

"That is correct, Ivan," Mr. Smith said, to the Russian boy, before ending
his smile and turning to the Latino youth "Chico, did you get that? When the
tide comes in, it can't just pile up on the beach- it has to go someplace.
So depending on various conditions, it either goes in a jet stream in a weak
part of the wave, or it simply travels underneath.

"Of the two, the riptide is much more dangerous and powerful. Some daring
surfers use it as a sort of freeway to get back to the next wave, but most
people who know better just swim to the side."

"So the undertow can't kill you?" Chico said, slightly interested

"Well yes," the teacher replied, "It can actually, but its much more subtle,
and therefore easier to escape from. Only smaller, weaker people will find
it dangerous. I big man like Mr. Parks back there would not have a problem."

Ivan listened to the teacher with every last bit of his attention. He did
not care whether he might ever actually the information that Mr. Smith gave
them- he was simply happy to learn anything. The American-sounding words
"riptide" and "undertow" would be added to his ever-growing English
vocabulary.

After class, Taz stalked off toward the yard, with Chico and Ivan going
toward Red Block

"Man why you got to be Mr. Wizard and shit all the time," Chico said to Ivan
as they headed back to Red Block, "You really find all that shit
interesting? Or are you just kissing ass?"

The small blonde boy turned red, "Vat this means, kissing ass?" The only
definition he knew was a sexual one, and the implication that he might be
sexual with the teacher made him nervous. Bad memories of the Russian
orphanage crept into his mind, "I am Taz he-she!"

Chico laughed, "Where did you get that he-she shit? You ain't no he-she," he
pointed to a black, skinny drag queen that happened to be walking by
muttering to herself, "That- is a he-she"

"Then I am he-she too!" Ivan said stubbornly. Taz had explained the whole
thing to him when Ivan had grabbed that same drag queen's ass, "Taz said
that Miss Twig is Rocco's he-she! So I am Taz he-she!"

"No you are Taz's punk." Chico said, exasperated, "Never mind man, just stop
talking up in class. You making the rest of us look bad."

Chico thought to himself, not for the first time that it was a good thing
Ivan had Taz to protect him.

The protection wasn't needed against physical violence, because by now the
whole prison knew that the tiny Russian kid had crippled the feared leader
of the blacks.

But despite the fighting abilities of a trained military killer, Ivan had a
naivet  that would make him a natural target for the almost unlimited
predators in the prison.

Chico could easily imagine Ivan being an unwitting mule for drugs and number
of other traps designed to protect the real bad people, while the innocents
routinely got into trouble.

Ivan hurried his step, rushing past Chico, and hoping to avoid the attention
of the drag queen, but his efforts proved futile.

"I see you baby!" Miss Twig said, leering at Ivan with an overly made up eye
that might be the thing of fantasies if Ivan wasn't so terrified of her.

Chico laughed as he watched Ivan flee the hall toward Red Block, again
reminded how lucky Ivan was to have Taz as his jocker. As the leader of the
nazi skinhead movement in the prison, and, Chico had learned, pretty much in
all of New York and Connecticut, Taz was a safe umbrella to be under.

Chico knew he was thankful for that umbrella himself. In fact, he knew he
was even luckier because he didn't have to deal with the stormy mood changes
of Taz. Troy was his man, and after a rough start, they were now friends,
despite that the arrangement had a tipped scale of power with Chico being on
the weaker end.

Ivan was, of course already in the cell when he got there, "Rocco's he-she
is not going catch me like riptide." He smiled

"No, but Taz might if you don't get his laundry together. Come on man, lets
get shit moving. I want to play basketball before it gets dark and shit."

"Forget about that," Troy said from the door, "It's too fucking nice out.
Hey Ivan, do our shit also, and I will hook you up later with a chocolate
pudding."

"I vill do it." Ivan smiled. He didn't care so much about the treat. He
preferred to be alone, and Chico liked to speak too much about things that
Ivan had no interest in. In the laundry by himself, Ivan could hum his
Russian marching tunes and exercise his body on the floor without
distraction.

"Thanks chief." Troy said slapping a brotherly arm around Chico, "Come on
dude, I want to wipe the court with Chucky."

Chico was thrilled, and smiled guiltily at the Russian kid, "Guess you're
ass-out kid!"

As he went to the laundry, Ivan reflected on how many possible meanings
there could be associated with the word 'ass' he made a mental note to ask
Mr. Smith in the very next day of class.

***

"Well look who it is." Teddy laughed as Taz approached, "Ugly Helen Keller."

Taz struck out his tattooed arm and took Teddy's hand into a firm grip while
sending the other one around his back in a stiff, but customary hug.

"I may not know how to spell the word asshole," Taz laughed, "But I know it
when I see it."

"No doubt." Teddy said as they started to walk to a remote part of the
prison yard, "So what's the situation with the new guy? You gonna bring him
in? Or are you gonna tell him to go fuck himself?"

"I would like to just shank the perverted fucker and be done with it." Taz
said, "But I got orders from the higher-ups to let him be."

"Hey, if he is as hard rock as I hear, I don't care what he does in bed."
Teddy said, "Business is so crazy that we need all the muscle we can fucking
get."

"I guess," Taz said, "But the guy is difficult to deal with. His politics
are fucking twisted."

"So?" Teddy laughed, "We ain't running a general election. He will either go
with the program or you won't have to worry about shanking him, cause I will
do it myself."

"We'll see." Taz said, "He comes in tomorrow in the mud check."

"Yeah him and a ton of other people." Teddy said

Another prison in upstate New York had been ordered by a judge to reduce
overcrowding, and a good number of those displaced inmates would be moving
to the relatively under-populated Randall Penitentiary.

"Yeah, and you know they ain't shifting the easy ones." Taz said, "But then
that shouldn't bother you too much," he teased, "You are King of the island
of misfit toys anyway."

"Funny." Teddy said, "But there ain't a crew in the history of this stinking
place that does the numbers we do, so I must know something right?"

Taz couldn't argue with that. Since aligning his crew with Teddy, he had
seen his take from the thriving underworld of the prison triple.

"Yeah, how to be a fat fuck," Taz said, slapping Teddy in his stomach, "You
need to get out of that cell a little more man, you are starting to expand
faster than your business."

Teddy laughed, his clear blue eyes sparkling, "I gotta tell Mathias about
those fucking muffins, but don't worry about me- I can still rock and roll,
belly or no."

They continued to walk and discuss details of their arrangement that even
their highest-ranking underlings were not privy to. It was a beautiful
spring day, and both men were anxious to go do other things.

To hear them or look at them, one might assume that they hated, or at the
very least barely were able to tolerate one and other. Despite appearances,
over time, the two had forged a grudging friendship that was as deep as
their natures allowed of another aggressive male.

"Well if that's it," Taz said, "I gotta get going. I ain't gonna waste the
day staring at your ugly mug."

"You ain't no walk in the park either," Teddy laughed, "But do me a favor
ok?"

"What's that?" Taz sneered,

"No hissyfits today." Teddy laughed, "I know its hard..."

"Fuck you." Taz said, "AND your short memory." As he stalked off.

***

Carlos walked into his cell and jumped back, "DAMN!" he said, annoyed, "You
niggahs need to get your own damn cell yo."

As usual, Mousy and Freako were on Mousy's bunk stark naked and going at
each other like wild animals.

Freako looked up, out of breath as his small tan ass continued to flex as he
plowed into the smaller Latino, but said nothing. He looked like an animal
caught in an overturned garbage pail. Caught-, but willing to kill if he was
dragged away.

Carlos turned and went back down the tier.

It had been over a month since Carlos had gotten laid, and while he had
never quite warmed to sex with Mousy, or males in general, he knew something
had to be done. It was starting to affect his moods.

Constantly coming across his randy cellmates in the act wasn't helping
either. While Freako usually annoyed him, Carlos had to admit that the kid
was impressive. Mousy, who was a royal pain in the ass to deal with had been
virtually tamed by him, and Freako himself had mellowed a bit as well.

"Hey!" A voice called from behind, "Walk right past and not say anything?"

Carlos turned to see Oscar with his head out of the cell, "Sorry El Jefe, I
got a lot of shit on my mind."

"Come on in here son, I think I might have some solutions for you," Oscar
said

Carlos entered the cell and there was a young guy sitting there staring at
the wall with a blank expression on his face.

"Carlos," Oscar said, "I have to say, I have nothing but respect for the way
you handled yourself in the Mousy/Freako situation. Many other men might
have let pride cause them to act rash and make trouble."

"I don't care about none of it," Carlos said, "Mousy was a pain in the damn
ASS to me anyway. I just wish I didn't have to see it all the damn time." He
couldn't believe he was talking so openly about a failed homosexual prison
relationship- it must be the frustration talking.

"Because you acted like a man about it, and didn't give my nephew any
trouble, I got something for you in thanks." Oscar said extending his arms
grandly.

"What's that El Jefe?" Carlos said, perplexed.

In a suddenly harsh voice that Carlos had never heard from his leader, Oscar
barked at the young man sitting on the bunk, "GET UP!"

Carlos looked at the boy. He had short hair that looked like it had been
shaved at one point, and now that he looked into his eyes, he realized that
defeated stare. The kid was a punk.

"Carlos, meet Trevor." Oscar said, back his normal, moderate tone, which
bore no hint of an accent.

"I don't get it." Carlos said, but he actually did get it. He was amazed to
feel his long cock stir slightly in his jumpsuit.

"This is my gift to you." Oscar said, "To compensate you for the loss of
Mousy."

"Your kidding?" Carlos laughed, scandalized

"I am as serious as can be. I have arranged it so that Trevor is your new
cellmate. And he knows what is expected of him." Oscar said looked at the
boy with an evil expression. The kid started to tremble, as that numb look
on his face was replaced by deep fear.

Carlos looked at the boy. He didn't even come close to looking like a woman.
At least Mousy had a certain feminine way about him that made it a bit
easier to pretend. This one was a rugged guy a bit smaller than him, and was
obviously being forced to be the girl, unlike Mousy who could be nobody else
but the girl.

Still, it would be rude to turn down a gift from his powerful leader; so in
the end, Carlos collected his gift and hurried off to his cell. This was not
the time to be choosy about which ass he fucked. This was the time to get
busy first and ask questions later.

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