Instead, he posted a second story about me being some sort of Svengali, swindling sports stars out of millions of dollars. The problem was that his re...ort had linked Kevin's visit to the ranch implying he was my first victim. A second reporter went farther with Kevin's story, setting up a time line linking his visit with me at the ranch to his rapid return to baseball and his improved pitching, throwing his first shutout in a playoff game in five years.If that was not bad enough, Chris' return. A maintained a cautious distance as I was unsure how he might react to being followed. Fortunately there was a full moon in the otherwise dark sky and it offered ideal illumination. I lost him only momentarily only to spy him standing by a large tree. I now spied that he was not alone. A youth from the kitchen staff suddenly feel to his knees and opened the young Karswell's trousers and quickly extracted his penis, it being of a predidious length, and then proceeded to devour the engorged. Still we had to look, either that or take up a hobby.I had been on the job about a month and was breaking in pretty well, when I found the kid shoplifting. I had gone into a convenience store in one of the smaller communities to get a cup of bad coffee when I saw him blatantly pick up a bottle of bleach and just walk out the door with it.Of course I put the coffee down and retrieved him and the bleach. "Okay kid what's your name?" I asked."Tommy Simmons," he said, but he did not elaborate."So. It was a simple street in a low end neighborhood of San Diego. Little stores with bars on the windows lined the street. There was a little trash here and there, but it wasn't the kind of filth that one found in a truly impoverished neighborhood. A few stores were freshly painted, but more than one had paint peeling. Not all of the stores had permanent signs that described the business inside. Some stores had signs that were written on cardboard using a black marker and taped to the window. This.