Deacon & Lynette Series from The BATTLE CLAN DIA

Hello Ms. Ford
I'm called Edsel57, I was impressed by many things in your bio but the most unique thing I found was your comment about "a right body punch". Most women especially black women are not secure enough in their femininity to admit such a thing. being an admirerer of femalecombat sports and a writer of Female Fight Fantasies I can greatly apreciate your skill and just how sexy that really is.
I have written a series of stories that have a character who's beauty and intellect I believe fits yours; I hope you like the stories and I hope you like her.

Edsel57 aka G-Man aka The Lastmoor aka Ole Deacon

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{Pt.1}
BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA
Lynette Vs. Carmela

Lynette was a classic African American enchantress, skin like finely ground brown sugar, the face of a comely child and body akin to those half-nude sista’s in those old 1970’s felt paintings found in many people’s home. 5’8” 145lbs 36-22-38 yet vigorous from all her past school athletic endeavors; she continued workouts after high school to maintain her magnificent physique. She worked for the city in the Parks and Recreation department and to save for college she worked part time at a local discount bookstore. The second job was a bother sometimes but it had its rewards; she could read in her spare time, which she loved, and she met lots of interesting people. One of whom was Ole’ Deacon from the Battle Clan who was torn between recruiting her for “girl fights and flirting. She was not interested in fighting for any amount of money, nor was she interested in Deacon because of the age difference (15 years) besides she had a man. Fighting for cash just did not seem right to her so Deacon did not press her he just continued to flirt. From time to time he would bring her a gift; Lynette loved fruit and he knew it so he would bring her an occasional fruit basket. One day he brought her a really nice mango, she was contemplating not accepting any more gifts but she could not resist the fresh smell of mangos. “You really shouldn’t have Deacon, what if my man found out?” required Lynette. “It’s been over a year Pretty Girl” Deacon said smiling. “You should not be so sure of yourself ‘Old Man’, Lynette retorted smiling back at him.

Deacon went to the back to look at some black history material. In the meantime Lynette was working the counter when a couple came in; a small dark haired white man and a very muscular light brown skinned black girl with reddish brown bone straight hair. Cute was the only thing you could call them; they seemed to be joined at the hip, they came in giggling and whispering in each other’s ear like new lovers do; they asked about the Health and Fitness section. During that brief exchange Lynette noticed that she had caught the guy’s eye and so his girl noticed also. Lynette usually could defuse that kind of situation by paying little or no attention to the man and only addressing the woman. It didn’t work this time, the girl was the jealous type and the more he tried to flirt the more she gave Lynette the ‘evil eye’. They eventually left for the health and fitness section. In time the guy worked his way back to the front, Lynette tried to politely steer him back to where his girl friend was. He told her “don’t worry about Carmela she is in the rest room.” Lynette leaned toward him and whispered “sir I am not interested” just then Carmela arrived, “what the F()@%! is this Tim?!” Lynette responding quickly, “ ma’am, I was just telling him I was not interested”.” Yea right B!%@#! , What time do you get off?” Carmela demanded. “Miss please I.” Then Carmela hocked and spit in Lynette’s face. Lynette whipped her face slowly and answered “ 10:00pm H@#! Meet me in the back at 10:15.

When they left the store, Tim was smiling; he gave no indication of being a man in the ‘dog house’. Evidently this kind of thing was routine for Tim; he must get off on his girl fighting other girls over him. Deacon on his way back to the counter overheard the whole thing and offered to be at Lynette’s side just in case there was some kind of trickery involved she accepted gladly. Though Lynette was not interested in him, she respected Deacon and knew he was a man of integrity and hence trusted him. The truth be told if he was not so old and she did not have a man Deacon would be at the top of the list, though she would never tell him that.

Lynette sent for some cross trainers, a sports bra and a singlette from one of her sisters who was about the same size and ran track with her back in the day. Lynette asked to get off a half hour early so that she could prepare for the conflict; she stretched, did deep breathing and meditation then she shadow boxed for about 15 minutes working up a sweat. Deacon tried to maintain his composer while watching this magnificent African warrior princess prepare for battle. “Deacon, I know what you do, so in your expert opinion do you think I can take her?” asked Lynette.Deacon was surprised at first simply because from past conversations she indicated never having lost a fight, but Carmela’s mass was intimidating so he understood her apprehension. “Yes Baby, as long as you do what Ol’ Deacon tells you; hit her first, hard, fast and continuously. “Feel for her strengths but don’t commit to them right off, you don’t want her to overpower you. “She is a bodybuilder very cut and very bulky; more than likely her cardio is weak but don’t take that for grant it, test her; if she runs out of steam, then take advantage. “Boo this is a street fight but I will keep weapons and foreign objects out, however it will be no holds barred so guard your eyes, throat, spine, kidneys and most of all your P()$$%!” “Deacon!” she said surprised at his boldness. “Sorry Boo, but I have seen thousands of battles that at the last minute turned because of a vaginal attack,” he warned. “So what if she does get me by my p()$$%?” Lynette inquired grinning. “Easy Lynette, grab hers and don’t let go until she lets go of yours, what do you have to loose?” They both laughed out loud breaking the tension.

10:15 came before they knew it and Carmela and Tim were quite punctual.
Carmela was wearing a red sheer French cut body suit exposing her small but jaunty breasts and her brawny glutei that were tremulous with anticipation. Her prominent six pack was bulging through her suit. Carmela’s biceps, triceps and forearms were filled with veiny perforated striations; not an ounce of fat. Her neck was like that of a pro football player. The look in her eye said she was all business but this did not daunt Lynette for she had the same look, so it was on.
“So what are the rules?” Tim inquired. Lynette looked back at Deacon for an answer. “No weapons or foreign objects, this is to be hand to hand only, one fall no time limit, no rest stops, combatants win by submission, knockout or if one of us throws in the towel.”Deacon answered. “Fair enough old man” Tim responded. Deacon sneered at the small man. At that the women walked toward each other fists raised; then once in range the pounding began. The force with which the landed their blows solicited distinguishable vocal response from them both, “uuh! Uuh! Huaaah! Eeeuhf! ooh! Aaahggg!” Like two embattled primitives they punished each other from the crown of their heads to their belly buttons, awaiting the other to falter, it never happened. These feminine pugilists banged each other for an amazing 12 minutes none stop.

Teeth bloodstained noses slightly bloody and lips puffed, in time they settled into a clench then immediately they began grappling for a slam only to neutralize one another. Lynette was remembering the advice of Deacon, to look and listen for signs of weakness in Carmela. They came sooner than expected; Carmela was running out of steam, her breathing was labored and she kept attempting sudden power moves to end the struggle quickly. In between those failed attempts as the wrestled around Lynette could feel Carmela’s strength weaning so she made false moves to get her muscle bond foe to waste energy. Lynette buried her chin into Carmela’s trap muscle while working her arms around Carmela’s upper torso then she began to squeeze using an upper body bear hug pressing her ample breasts atop Carmela’s lesser mammary in a dominating fashion. Carmela responded by grabbing Lynette's hair with her left hand and smashing the back and side of Lynette’s head with her right fist. As the danced the back of their suits disappeared into the divides of their sensual rotating perspiration glazed, earthen toned glutei, displaying the furtive vigor of their stances. Their thighs and calves struggling contra the others were competing for dominance. “ “ “German suflex! German suflex”! Shouted Deacon. Before Carmela could back away or block the move Lynette displaying hidden might and exerting every sinew, squatted then hoisted the bulky female up over and behind her sending Carmela crashing to the ground with a thud! Lynette then quickly got up stomped Carmela in the back of the head then placed the Lotus Lock on her, this was a Full Nelson using her thighs and legs instead of her arms to bring pressure on her neck also securing the lock by clawing Carmela’s triceps.

Lynette increased her leverage by pulling herself up by Carmela’s arms and pressing Carmela’s head into her lap with her legs crossing behind Carmela’s mighty neck. Carmela screamed for Tim; by this time the little weasel was salivating at the action, he really did not care about Carmela, only her ability to beat other athletic women. Since Carmela was loosing her pain meant nothing to him. Lynette called for Carmela to surrender as she piled on more punishment. Though she was beaten bloody, crying a pool of tears and snott between her own legs with Lynette’s sybaritic @$$ and curvaceous thighs mounted on her back, Carmela refused and so lost consciousness. With the accompanying sounds of defeat and so gagging and coughing Carmela passed out. Tim stepped over Carmela’s broken twitching form to speak to Lynette; Deacon delivered a right cross and knocked him out. “Not bad old man” Lynette said smiling. He smiled back then kissed her on the right cheek and whispered, “my Shero”. They collected Carmela and took her to the nearest emergency room to have her checked for BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA.

WRITTEN BY...Edsel57

edsel57

Nah Bro I don't expect you to read

edsel57

Secrets Revealed II

Suddenly about 4:30 p.m. the awful silence was broken by the ringing of my phone; “Hello, what? Slow down baby, one thing at a time “, I said ” It was Dawnique, she was frantic about her pending purchase of a home. Since moving from Fort Worth she had been staying with her best friend Nikki sharing the expenses but recently she wanted to get her own place so that house could gain full custody of her children. She was in the closing stages but now with sobbing and pain in her sweet high pitched voice she explained that she was suddenly denied the loan that was cleared a few days ago. I told her to come by and I would work something out. She said that she had some things to take care of first but that she could be at my place by about 6:30 p.m.
I called Lynette to inform her of Dawnique’s visit, I wanted to keep everything on the “up and up” Lynette agreed a meeting with Dawnique was the right thing to do but her voice revealed an uneasiness. The idea that Dawnique and I would be alone in the house had to be paramount in her thinking but she was too proud to show jealousy because in her mind that would be a display of weakness. Lynette’s biggest concern was that she could not be there; she was to be in a late business meeting until about 9:00 hence she would not be home until approximately 10:00 p.m. I assured her Dawnique’s and my meeting would be strictly business, this left her little comfort. Some would say I was preparing for a date but it was my custom to create an amiable ambiance for any guest in my house. Hence I bathed, shaved and splashed on Dawnique’s favorite cologne, put in a “Jagged Edge” CD (her favorite group) lit the fire and whipped up some crawfish etouffe’. This was just to give her comfort in her hour of distress, honest.
Dawnique traveled in typical Texan fashion a big shinny red Ford truck; I will not even begin to pretend I knew more about that contraption than that. The sound of her large wheels squealed into my large drive then around the back. She got out rang the doorbell and I greeted her.
Dawnique hardly ever wore make up, her reddish brown freckled and mole garnished skin was nearly flawless so seeing any indication that she had been crying was only evident in that her eyes were blood red. “Oh Deacon” she cried out falling into my arms, I caught her and assisted her to my early Victorian love seat she rested her head in my chest continuing to sob and stain my new platinum Karl Kani shirt. Dawnique was balled up in my lap in a near fetal position stifling like a child who had received a fresh beating struggling to explain the unexplainable. She had always paid her bills on time, she owed no one the loan was a sure thing then suddenly like Samuel Jackson in that movie “Changing Lanes her credit was ruined and her loan was denied. I had no ready cash so I could not help I could only tell her about the “Muscle Lock Cruiser Weight Invitational” but she was not hearing that amid her grief she needed to vent and she wanted to be comforted right then and there.
Dawnique hooked her arm under mine resting her left hand on my shoulder her right had was parked suspiciously on my inner right thigh and her smooth brown muscular right leg was coiled at the calf around mine. All at once I had the feeling I was being worked but I was too involved in the moment to escape. In a sensual simultaneous movement Dawnique began to nibble my right nipple through my shirt, trace my earlobe with the tip of her French cut nail, and kneading the shape of my manhood with her right index finger and thumb in to a adamantine French roll.
“Dawnique no, I don’t want to take advantage of you” I whispered unconvincingly as I began suckling the back of her sinewy yet graceful neck. Soon I was sure I was being played, as the young boys would say for while probing the moisture of her feminine apparatus I found she was not wearing panties. Upon this discovery I embarked on a mission of domination; I would have done anything for the little streetwise country girl except be her fool! Yea right, so like a fool I rammed my tongue down her throat in search for her tonsils, I began massaging her G-Spot with my thumb while probing her wetness with my middle finger simultaneously I was grazing the crest of her near perfect butt with the tips of my fingers on my left hand in a south to north motion, she responded with a creshedoed moan. With every pass Dawnique’s now sweaty body convulsed with ecstasy, her nose flared for air her large brown eyes now squinting eyeballs rolling back and forth. Like an animal I ripped at her blouse exposing her heavy mango-like mammary; Dawnique whimpered in surrender releasing my crotch and butt momentarily to expose her palms. I then began mopping her chest with my tongue and tearing at her bra with my teeth she impatiently assisted me exposing her cocked diamond hard chocolate colored nipples, which I immediately began to sketch with the apex of my rigid tongue.
Normally I was very gentile with Dawnique but I needed to show her, who was in control, like I knew. Frantically I pushed off my shoes and disrobed never abandoning her chest or clit in the process. Dawnique reached to wrap her arms about my neck thinking to take the helm thinking my uncharacteristic aggression had subsided, WRONG! I reached for her calves lifted her legs above her head rested them on my shoulders the rammed my sword into her warm waiting sheaf.
As I thrust forward and upward, her toes pointed toward the ceiling then spread apart as she screamed my name at the top of her lungs, “Ohhhh! DEACON!” I must admit I loved hearing her scream my name as she held on tightly no doubt wishing as I did that this expedition of rapture would never end. My hands gripped the back of the love seat as I intensified my stroke and locked down on her left nipple. She responded with encouragement by gripping me on the top of my head with one and with the other slapping me on my back and repeated lewd instructions at the top of her lungs, “Oh Mutha’ F()@%a! F()@%! ME! Mutha’ F()@%a!” My humping rocked the settee almost toppling it, I growled and grunted while Dawnique squealed and screamed like an animal subduing it’s prey (but who had who?). Just as we were coming to a mutual culmination for the first time I heard Lynette’s car pulling into my driveway so I panicked and pulled out. Dawnique screamed NO! Deacon don’t take it out don’t take it out now!” I fell backward landing bear butt on the floor and scrambling for my clothes.

To Be Continued....

edsel57

Secrets Revealed III

“Damn! Deacon this is your house! She said in a loud whisper.
“Out! Out the back way, quick!” I insisted. She gathered her things reluctantly and hurried out the back way through my kitchen. Just then Lynette let herself in, “Deacon! She called as she stepped into the vestibule.
“Yea baby” I answered entering the other end of the hall still fumbling with my clothing.
“I received a 911 page from you at work so I rushed right over, so what’s up and why didn’t you call?
I had to think fast, I did not page her and could not for the life of me think who would. “Huh” it was Dawnique she was uhh hysterical and I needed your help to calm her down”. As she approached me her nose flared slightly, I knew then that she detected the fragrance of my infidelity. The look of concern left her child-like face replaced by a combination of disgust and disappointment. As she stepped into my living area her eyes scanned the room with a profiler’s precision silently noticing the footprints in the carpet, the indentations in the love seat and the stains we left behind. Still Lynette said nothing about her findings.
“Deacon you look like you’ve had a hard day and frankly you smell a bit ripe” she said then slide her fingers into my pants and led me into the master bathroom. Lynette turned on the shower tested the water then disrobed seductively but with that same sullen look on her face then she took my clothes off I did not know what to expect. She took me gently by the hand and led me into the warmth of the falls. There were monogrammed towels marked ‘his and her’ she took the one marked “hers” lathered it thoroughly and began to wash me from face to foot. Every crease every crack and every crevice; every muscle, joint and curvature slowly meticulously missing no spot.
“Now my man is clean” she whispered in a baleful tone, it was terrifying as if I was being prepared for burial.
She led me out of the shower dried me of in the same manner that she washed me, took me to the master bed room then massaged my body with lotion. The entire encounter would have been quite sensual except she gave me the impression that I was going to die soon. Lynette said very little and I was afraid to speak knowing I had been found out and had hurt her very deeply. After grabbing two of our terry clothe robes and tossing one to me she sat on the opposite side of our bed starring at the phone while her eyes welled up with tears.
I started toward her “Lynette” she held the palm of her hand to me and I knew not to approach. She then picked up the receiver and dialed a number waited a while then began to speak softly just above a whisper.
“Hello B!%@#!, I see you have left your sent in my house and your ‘stank’ on my man.” “I would come over and kill your s#!%! colored @$$ but that would be too easy, from now on every time I see yo’ red @$$ I’m gonna‘ beat you. On the street, in the market, at the mall or in a tourney it won’t matter so if you see me first my advice is this you attack first; win loose or draw it does not matter. You see H@#! My newest fantasy is to die trying to kill you with my bear hands!”
Lynette turned and stared viciously at me while uttering my most famous salutation, “I hope this message finds you well and in good health” Then she hung up turned down the covers and laid down with her back turned to me, I turned out the light and did the same.
Wack! A sharp pain radiated across my face I raised my arms in a defensive mode then rolled out of the bed hitting my head on the night stand trying to gain my bearings. “Owe!” I yelped then I looked at the digital clock, it was 3:35am. “ “Wake up Mutha’ F()%@! And tell me so I’ll know weather to get my s#!%! and go! Do you love that country @$$ H@#! Or not?!”
“No Boo! I love you! I exclaimed.
“Love me? Love me!” Then she chuckled sarcastically”. “So why do you at every opportunity find it necessary to stick you lil D!@%! In her stank @$$?! I just dropped my head in shame but she was not going to let this go, “Nah N!@@#&! Answer me! If you don’t love her what is it, the sex?!” I looked away. “OK so what does she do some freaky down on the farm animal s#!%!?” I smiled and chuckled nervously; Lynette’s expression did not change. “Well?” she demanded.
“It’s just different that’s all” I confessed.
“Different; I can’t compete with ‘different’ Boo” she said with a breaking voice then she left the room. “D@^^%! I f()@%!ed up!” I said to myself. I followed her into the living area she positioned herself in front of the aquarium just gazing at the fish with dazed look. I spoke, tenderly, “Lynette, I have no explanation for my weakness only that I am weak and if you give me another chance I promise to do better”
“Humph, a least you didn’t lie and say you would never do it again” she said rolling her eyes then turning to me with a evil glower. “Deacon, I am a good looking, intelligent, charming, black woman and I ain’t no slouch in bed.” I have never until you fought over a man!” “You know what is killing me inside Deacon? Not the infidelity, the betrayal, not even being out done by a s#!%! colored ‘Bama’ @$$ H@#! But it’s my reaction to all this, I should have walked months ago!” “If it was someone else besides you I would have, I mean if someone had told me that I would be tussling over an “old man” with some “half ghetto half country @$$ B!%@#!” I would have laughed them to scorn. Instead I’m sitting her like a fool trying to figure out a way to swallow your bull s#!%!” “
“Tell you what Deacon, I will not let you touch me until you make up your mind, it’s my only defense”.
“Baby look” I stared at her.
“No N!&&@! I mean it! She warned. We went to our opposite sides of the bed and it stayed that way for longer than I’d care to mention.

To Be Continued....

edsel57

Secrets Revealed IV

The time for the tourney came, I would have been excited because of all the beautiful contestants but my mind was on only two. My two, Lynette and Dawnique who swore to kill each other given the chance. I had not spoke to Dawnique since that day though she left me a thousand lewd messages and left Lynette a million threatening messages responding to her threat issued the night we got caught.
“G-Man offered what he thought was encouragement while patting me on the back, “look on the bright side “Old Boy” they are no longer plotting together against you”. At that point I knew what had been done; G-Man had fixed Dawnique’s credit (in a negative way), paged Lynette 911 and made up this tourney just so they could fight and he could make a profit at the same time, D@^^%! G-Man. Well I did ask for his help didn’t I? Makes me wonder how he assembled the other combatants. I decided to relax and enjoy the show, until it got ugly.
The line up was a dream come true; Lynette, Dawnique, Bonita Bodyrock, Sheheeda, Carmela, Myna, Cleo, Sylvia and Sara. It went a little like this:
Match #1
Dawnique vs. Bonita the winner would fight Cleo (Match #1b)
Match #2
Lynette vs. Myna the winner would fight Sylvia (Match #2b)
Match #3
Sheheeda vs. Sara the winner would fight Carmela (Match #3b)
Match #4
Winner of Match #1b vs. Winner of Match #2b

Match #5 CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Winner of Match #4 vs. Winner of Match #3b

WILD CARD MATCH (In case of double disqualification in the finals)
Winner of Match #3b or Match #4 vs. The opponent of her (#3b or #4’s choosing)
Once again the rules are: “No time limit, wins come by verbal submission or knockout, extreme fighting rules.” “No biting, no eye gauging, no scratching, no digital vaginal attacks, no spinal attacks and that includes pile drivers.” “Hands, feet, elbows and head strikes permitted.” “Joint locks, chokes slams, back breakers and drop kicks allowed. In case of mutual knockouts combatants may participate as wild card entries before the finals.” “In case of mutual knock out in the final match the remaining combatants will split the Championship belt and the purse.” “Gear will be French cut singlets, padded sports bras, vaginal guards, fingerless boxing gloves, and shoes are optional”.
We chartered a flight to G-man’s Island, the ladies sat in what would normally be first class and received that kind of treatment from two very handsome young model type flight attendants. Sheheeda, Myna, Sylvia and Sara kept giggling at them because coming from cultures where women waited on men exclusively this was just unbelievable. The other girls giggled at them for being so backward. The only tension was when Lynette and Dawnique had a stare down when they met in the isle one on the way to the restroom and one from, the other girls did not know what was going on except that they wanted to see some action. So they egged them on especially Sylvia and Sara who Lynette and Dawnique destroyed in a tag team match up; G-man sent Loki to break it up. “Ladies take your seats! Now!” He commanded. “Got to piss! Snarled Dawnique with blood shot eyes. She passed on the other side of Loki, Lynette did not move she wanted some contact so that she would have an excuse to strike. When we landed in Athens and drove to the hotel via limo service where we spent a few days recovering from jet lag. Well the girls a spent one day recovering the rest of the time sight seeing and shopping on the Riviera. G-Man was very careful to keep Lynette and Dawnique out of the same vehicles; word travels fast when the sheiks and other nameless dignitaries found out there was static between the two girls who defeated Sylvia and Sara they upped their bets 120%. Some bet on win/ loss if they were to meet, some on win by knockout vs. submission and others if they would win their preliminary matches just to get to each other or not.
The time came for the tourney we took G-Man’s yacht the island after three days of vacationing, the ampi-theater was packed with the most high classed audience of perverts and gamblers in the world (I know cause I’m one myself
Match #1
Dawnique vs. Bonita

This was either going to end in two minutes or one hour, as far as natural talent, creativity and determination D and young Ms. Bodyrock had no equals. Now we would see who was the best.
They rushed toward each other and con-joined in an immediate clench; a double headlock so tight that they both cried out in pain. Neither relented as they wrenched and bent each other pushing and pulling seeking superior position. Sweat began to pour from their muscular physiques; Bonita’s sculpted platinum striations were luminescent in the combination of moon and torch lighting.

Dawnique’s sensual buffed form glistened and flexed as well, especially her rhombus patterned calves. Usually Ms. Bodyrock could out muscle her opponent but this was not the case with Dawnique, Bonita was evenly matched and had to think of something to break the stalemate. Bonita initiated knee attacks to the ribs and abdomen Dawnique responded in kind; as they snapped flesh and bone against flesh and bone, creating red abrasions on each other’s torsos even this hard-core crowd winced. Bonita realizing her change in strategy was unsuccessful switched gears in her pursuit of dominance over the more experienced Dawnique who seemed to enjoy brutality of the exchange; “Yea baby yea gimme somore!”
Bonita enclosed her erotic agile shanks about Dawnique’s supple waist placing her in a standing guard. Dawnique’s sturdy bottom half allowed her cradle her young muscular foe for more than 3 minutes her matchless lovely butt and thighs all aquiver astounding the crowd as the embattled tawny Valkyrie moaned and grunted from their python-like holds, they moved their struggle to the ground.
Once they were settled on the ground they exchanged sundry jiu jitstu, Sombo and wrestling holds. Dawnique and Bonita were so fierce in their grappling that they worked the tops of their singlets off exposing their padded sports bras over their sweat glazed cleavage and the bottoms disappeared into the divides of their magnificent glutei. Finally Dawnique enter lock her legs sitting side by side with Bonita attempting a knee lock. Bonita blocked it with her alternate foot Dawnique countered her with an alternate leg creating a figure four knee lock rocking them both backward clawing Bonita’s calf muscle and hyper extending Bonita’s hamstring causing the young student to cry out for mercy, “Oh god! My knee, my leg! No more! Please! No more!” It was over but Dawnique did not quite get that; Loki and Fch had to break the hold. All that time her eyes were searching for Lynette as if she wanted her to know what was to come, Lynette ignored her.

Deacon


To Be Continued..