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    Detroit's Sin Hotel
    Detroit's Sin Hotel
    Detroit's Sin Hotel
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    Detroit's Sin Hotel

    By Marsell Morris

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    Because the state subsidized the rent of most of the residence, the management of the, Open Arms Hotel, had a relaxed set of rules. Many of the residence were ex-cons needing a halfway house between the prisons they were recently released from and the streets. Others were mental patients, who were ejected from closed psychiatric hospitals, and then there were those, such as Leonard, who, while being an aging man, chose to live there because of unfortunate circumstances, and the cheap rent.

    While allowing the guest the freedom to do pretty much whatever they wanted, Rick, an ex-convict, and the hotel’s manager, had his on agenda. He, while providing free rent, took advantage of the talents of several of the hotel’s willing women.

    Leonard, a retired auto worker, who needed a cheap place to stay behind a divorce in which he lost his home, and after moving into the hotel, and despite his attempts to resist, found himself entangled with the drug use, and prostitution, that was prevalent in the small, grimy, rooms. The illicit and addictive activity, quickly, became a daily ritual for him, no matter how hard he tried to resist.

    After getting out of a threesome relationship between he and Bertha, who was a heroin addict, and a domineering, lesbian, crack-whore, Stella, he eventually meets a woman with whom he shared a lot in common — a woman, who like him, moved in because of the cheap rent. They fall in love and want to move out, but can Leonard really leave the drugs and crack-whores behind? Only time will tell.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMarsell Morris
    Release dateSep 29, 2012
    ISBN9781301643233
    Detroit's Sin Hotel
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    Marsell Morris

    Marsell was born in Detroit Michigan in the year of... well, a good while ago. After graduating from Cass Technical High School, Marsell went to work for the Chrysler Corporation as a conveyor loader. Shortly after beginning his employment with Chrysler, he married, and fathered three children. Thirty-one years later, and after having gained the position of production supervisor, he retired at fifty.After retiring, he began playing golf everyday and all day. Having lowered his handicap to near scratch, and winning a tournament at even par, and behind a debilitating injury, he was unable to continue playing. He had a lot of free time on his hands, whereupon, he took up writing as a hobby and time killer and discovered he had talent for spinning a yarn.After pounding out eleven urban fictions, covering everything from drug use, prostitution, gang crime, murder, and romance/erotica, and having always been a science fiction fan from his teenage years, he thought he’d try his hand at writing a Sci-Fi tail, which culminated in his first work “Alien Plot - First Contact” now retitled "Alien Offensive - Nanobot Storm" and its four sequels, and which, at one time before he ran into problems with its publisher, was considered good fodder for production as a movie, not because he is such a great writer, but because of its unique, previously unexplored, plot.He still lives in Detroit, and being a compulsive writer, he spends most of his time wearing out his fourth keyboard replacement, while pursuing what he loves doing — writing more tails with unique story lines.

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      Detroit's Sin Hotel - Marsell Morris

      Detroit’s Sin Hotel

      Copyright © 2008 by Marsell Morris

      Smashwords Edition

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      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

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      The characters and dialogues contained here-in are products of the author's imagination, and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or an establishment, existing, or defunct, is entirely coincidental. The situations here-in, although fictional, mirror real life situations in Detroit’s Sin Hotel.

      This novel is written for entertainment purposes only, and should not be considered, or used, as a reference material. Be forewarned, to keep it real, some of the language contained here-in is in the street vernacular, but with no vulgarities.

      Some might find the sex references candid, and the violence graphic, but are necessary to the telling of the whole story. It’s because of the sex and violence, this material should not be considered proper reading for minors.

      Acknowledgments

      The author is extremely grateful to all of you, who wish to remain unnamed, for your help in writing this novel. Without your aid this work could not have been produced.

      Thank You

      Detroit’s Sin Hotel

      By: Marsell Morris (Mojo)

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      Prologue

      …The knock rang hollow against the flimsy door, causing it to rattle on its weak hinges, and against the less than secure lock.

      While moaning, Leonard thought, who the hell is that, while rolling over in his bed, and keeping the pillow covering his head?

      His intention was to let them knock until they got tired and went away. It was late evening, and he’d finally managed to get some sleep after having partied, while drinking and smoking rocks all night — sleep he wasn’t quite ready to give up behind being disturbed out of his rest earlier by the noise in the hall.

      Actually, he knew whoever it was knocking, wasn’t going away — they never did. Once those single minded women wanted in, not answering their demands for his attention wasn’t an option…

      Chapter 1

      Leonard jumped out of his sleep, almost rolling out of his small bed, and while slapping at the side of his head. He thought it was one of the hotel’s many roaches attempting to craw into his ear. As it turned out, it was a thread from the pillow he had covering his head while trying to block out the noise in the hallway. Those fools were arguing, again, which was unusual for his floor, but when it did happen, it was always when he was trying to get some much needed rest.

      Damn, I got to move out of the place, he thought, as he rolled over and lit his cigarette lighter, trying to read the small hands on his wristwatch.

      It was 3:43 pm, and he was trying to sleep off a hangover from the night before.

      Damn, what time did I go to bed, he wondered?

      He couldn’t remember.

      While breaking a promise to himself, he’d done it again. Actually, when he made the promise, he knew it was out of being sick and tired of being sick and tired, and the promise meant no more than that. But he didn’t get down on himself, after all, what was a single man supposed to do when one of those, rock-star, freaks knocks on the door — of course he was going to let her in. Wouldn’t any single man who lived alone? And, if they offered a good time for a few rocks, should he have turned them away? Of course not. Sure, he was getting old, at fifty-five, but not that old. If only he could stick to his resolutions, maybe he’d eat and sleep like a man of his age should, and possibly keep a few dollars in his pocket.

      He’d promised himself the other night, and not for the first time, the last time he partied with one of them crack head women would be the last time. Well the last time that week, anyway, but who was he fooling. He knew deep down inside he liked doing the dope as much as he liked freaking with the willing women. The problem was doping and freaking were in the end, both, un-fulfilling. When the partying was over, and he was broke again, and all he had left was a hangover, and a body desperately needing rest, he’d always chastised himself for not listening to what his common sense was trying to tell him, well, until one of those women knocked again.

      As recent as a year ago, if someone had told him he’d be living in a third rate hotel, packed to the brim with the dregs of society, doing drugs, and putting his health at risk, while having sex with any woman who came his way, he’d have told them they were crazy. After all, he was an intelligent middle aged man, who’d avoided making any serious mistakes in life, and should know better. He had other things he could pursue if the mind was willing. Yet here he was, trying to sleep off the after affects of doing what he thought he was too smart to get caught up in. And he was powerless to stop himself.

      How’d he get here? Actually, it’s not a long story, although, it took many years to drop to this level...

      ******

      After graduating from high school, and much like any young man of tender years, while feeling like he could conquer the world, he manage to secure a job with one of the larger automobile companies. He had no plans to stay with the company, only planing on staying long enough to maybe further his education, and move up to the status he was capable of and deserved. But, finding the money was good in the plant, although, the hours were long, and beginning to buy some of the things he always wanted such as a car and clothes, he found it harder to leave the longer he stayed. He soon found himself entrenched in the routine, and thoughts of continuing his education waned with time.

      While working in the plant, he met an attractive young lady, the daughter of an older co-worker, and after a short courtship, got married. He bought a four family flat in a middle class neighborhood, dirt cheap, from an owner who was tired of dealing with tenants. He settled down to begin the life as a landlord and family man. His father told him he was too young to take on so much responsibility, but he was brimming with confidence and felt he could handle anything that might come his way, much as many young folk tend to think. His father also tried to tell him he shouldn’t marry. Particularly the young woman he’d picked.

      He was young at nineteen, almost twenty, but was industrious and hard working. Oh yeah, he liked a drink or two, even though he was not of drinking age, and occasionally smoked a joint every now and then, but on the whole, never missed a day of work and tried to provide a good home for his wife and first child. That child, a little girl, was the center of his world. He took to fatherhood like a fish to water. He’d spend hours holding her and watching her sleep in his arms, and she wanted for nothing. Unfortunately storm clouds were on the distant horizon, and would be overhead soon.

      The first year of marriage was good. He and his wife, Viola, enjoyed their child, and the fruits of his labor while furnishing the home with the top of the line accouterments. They seemed to be a perfect couple, and in the beginning, they were both relishing in the life of a middle income family, nothing extravagant, but comfortable.

      It was in the middle of the second year of matrimony things began to change — began to go wrong. It shouldn’t have been a surprise his beloved wife would change on him, after all, he’d been warned by his farther before he married her.

      His farther, a WW II veteran, and wise man, had told him the girl had some problems — some mental problems. Did he listen? No. He was coming into adulthood, and couldn’t be told anything. He felt he knew it all, and married the young woman anyway. The father was so angry about the wedding he refused to attend. It mattered not to Leonard what his farther thought, and like most young men of his age, he was his own man, and he was going to do what he wanted.

      Well, as his father had predicted, her mental problems began to manifest to a point where even he could see. The paranoia the experienced father had perceived, began to take control of her, and worsen quickly. Even to the inexperienced Leonard it was obvious something was wrong with his wife, and it didn’t look good. She was rushing head long into full blown schizophrenia made worse by her propensities towards violence. Unfortunately, by then she was pregnant with their second child, and Leonard had serious doubts it was his, but he said nothing, accepting the child as his own. On a couple occasions, when returning from work, he caught her coming out of another gents apartment, who lived on their floor in the apartment building. He tired questioning her about what she was doing in the man’s room, but when she got that big-eyed stare on her face, and he knowing she was mentally ill, and capable of trying to harm him, he left it alone.

      Eventually, Viola began talking to herself, and during an argument about she not having diner ready for him after work, and after stabbing him and putting him in the hospital, and he seeing their marriage wasn’t going to work, he decided it was time to get out of dodge. Add the fact she was cheating, and not very clandestinely at that, the marriage was doomed to fail, anyway. But he didn’t leave right away. He still tried to stay together for the welfare of the children.

      Once Leonard knew for sure she was tip-toeing around, he began doing the same thing. Hell, he was sleeping in a separate bedroom by then. He was scared of her. During another of the many heated arguments they had, she threatened to poor hot grease on him while he slept. This wasn’t the first time she’d made that threat, sometimes substituting hot urine for grease when making the threat, and the look in her eyes said she meant it. He, fearing she might do as she threatened, would stack empty cans in front of the bedroom door to warn him if she should try to sneak in while he was sleeping — not a way to live.

      Being young, and not having the patients to hang in there while she was suffering her illness, and, maybe, helping her as she sought treatment, he fell out of love with her, and went looking for companionship elsewhere. Moving out of the home, and leaving the flat to her, he moved into an apartment not far away. He petitioned the court and was granted a divorce. He tried to gain custody of his two children, but was denied by the court. It was a time when it was very difficult to have a child removed from the care of a parent, particularly, from the mother. Despite her illness and refusal of his custody, he continued to visit his two kids to make sure they were being cared for.

      Viola, while being angry about him moving, told the friend of the court he was an absentee father, who was not contributing to the support of his two children. Apparently, she wasn’t that crazy, and knew how to use the courts to her advantage.

      When the court sent a summons to appear, he didn’t receive it, and was picked up on a warrant based on her false acquisitions. Had the court sent the demand to his current address, he’d have showed up as ordered.

      When he appeared before the judge, he tried to explain he’d been paying all the bills of his wife and children, but the judge told him those payments amounted to no more than a gift because they weren’t made though the court. Ironically, the court ordered him to pay one third of what he’d voluntarily been giving her before she took him to court. And still young, and he being angry about being, falsely, arrested, and because of lies, he paid exactly what the court ordered and not a dime more. In the end, the lying, cheating, woman, stuck it to herself.

      About a year later, and after several dates with women he didn’t particularly like, he met his second wife at a whiss, card game, party, one of his co-workers was throwing. He, and his no playing partner, one of the drunks who worked with him, had just lost a hand in the rise and fly game, and he, being one of few who had a set of wheels, was asked to go to the store to get more beer. He asked of the several young ladies attending the party, who weren’t playing in any of the hands, if any of them wanted to ride with him, while not wanting to ride alone. Clair, a short buxom woman with a cute face and with a brick-house figure, was the first to volunteer. Leonard had seen her before, but he being on the shy side, and she not being to aggressive, they never really talked.

      During the ride to and from the store they had a chance to talk, and found they liked each other, but from a distance. Neither being in a relationship, they began seeing each other, and after a whirlwind courtship involving a lot of sex that was magic for the both of them, they eventually married and having a single child together. With the both of them working, they bought a small, three bedroom, bungalow, on the East Side of Detroit. But, as providence would have it, Leonard’s second marriage faired no better than the first, only taking longer to disintegrate.

      It seems she was one of those types who was never satisfied with anything. Why he hadn’t seen that before marrying her, can’t be explained — maybe because they had great sex, and his perception of her true nature was blinded because he was thinking with the wrong head.

      Clair loved to argue, and was the pushy type. After many years of a tumultuous marriage, and their daughter in her late teens, and he growing tired of the constant bickering, he, while taking only his clothes, moved out of the bungalow and into the Open Arms Hotel where he now resides.

      It wasn’t by design he picked the rat, roach, bedbug, and mouse infested, nutt house, he was now living in — it was purely by accident. While needing someplace to temporarily live, he picked the place from the classified section of the news paper. The add in the paper touting cheap rent, he thought he’d found a place where he could save some money, maybe, save enough to buy another home, and turn it into a swinging bachelor’s pad. After experiencing two failed marriages, he was determined to not go down that road again. Maybe he’d move in someone he got along with, but he definitely wasn’t going to tie the not, again.

      When first moving into the three-hundred-roomed hotel, things appeared to be normal. Little did he know the building served as a half-way house for people who were recently released from prison, as well as temporary housing for people who were put out on the streets by the closing of several mental institutions, and who had the state funded, backing,, to be housed in the hotel.

      All manor of nefarious criminal types came and went from the place. You name an illegal activity, and it was happening somewhere in the building. There were nightly fights on the upper floors — an abundance of drugs flowing throughout the building, and plenty of sex for anyone who wanted and could pay for it.

      The majority of the residences were women — lesbian or bi young women, with a few gay men thrown in.

      Rather than find gainful employment, most of the women resorted to tricking to support their drug habits and pay the cheap rent. The hotel, being as it was, had plenty of men willing to take the women up on their frequent offers of cheap sex.

      Very few squares such as he, chose to make the hotel their home. Sure, they would move in, and as quickly, move out, once they experience the conditions in the aging building. The few normal people, who did chose to stay, were there because of the cheap rent, which was less than three-hundred a month for a room and a bath, and a couple free meals a day. There were a few elderly folks on fixed incomes living there, also. The seniors put up with the other activities in the building because they felt the hotel was better than being regimented in a senior home, and for the most part, were left alone by the rowdies. There stay was without problems because, although, most of the residences were of the criminal type, there seemed to be an unwritten rule you leave the old folks alone. And as strange as it might seem, everyone moving in seemed to, intuitively, understand the rule.

      The place was a transitory home to so many criminals, because it was subsidized by the state to provide temporary housing for ex-prisoners, with the intent to try and give them a leg up on life — yeah, right. It’s a fact any ex-con who moved into the place, instead of having a positive atmosphere, and learning to become productive citizen, would be tempted to get right back into the illegal activities which put them behind bars in the first place. Just too much crap going on, but Leonard managed to stay above most of the corruption, and survived.

      ******

      Realizing the invading roach was actually a thread from

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