He called me in an hour later. "You're the man for PR," he said. "How do we sort this out?" I don't know," I said, "I don't really understand the prob...em except this girl isn't who we thought she was when we picked her up." The problem isn't who she isn't, the problem is who she is. Or rather who her daddy is." And daddy is?" Kustenky," he said. I looked blank. "Anatoly Kustenky." Ah," I said, recognising the name finally. "Of football, oil and gas fame." Football, oil, gas and one or two. . one hundred people in each of four camps in the Seattle area. They live in tents. They don’t have running water and electricity. They’ve had homes foreclosed and cars repossessed. They’ve been ill or injured. Yes, some of them are transients. Our society has all kinds of people. They don’t need handouts, but they do need our help.”I’d heard about the tent cities in Seattle. Homeless people who camped together for safety. They were moved out of various underpasses and then the local churches. "Stop, which one of you bitches has been blubbing to the cops 'bout me?" He asked waving the gun around. The brunette girl whimpered when she saw it and he pointed it at her."We ain't said nothing, Tony," she promised and the two girls looked at each other. "We ain't been saying nothing." I'm gonna kill both of ya 'less I hear some answers." He cocked the small revolver and took aim at the two girls in turn. "Which one of you cunts has been off to the Cop Shop?" We haven't..." the girls cried. Then she went limp. I kissed her clit as I lifted my head. She opened her eyes, smiled and panted "I told you, you'd be an expert in no time."I crawled up beside her and kissed her full on the mouth, my tongue searching inside her mouth. Her hands found my pointed breasts, caressing my nipples with her fingers.From the doorway we heard her brother Brad say, "That was quite a show, Sis. When do I get my turn?" He grabbed at the tent in his shorts, squeezing what looked like an impressive.