I dropped the purse, and pointed the Ruger at our assailant in a sidelong firing stance.“Your popgun may hurt me,” I said. “But if you shoot, I�...��ll put a bullet between your eyes. At this range, I’ll blow your head off.”“You don’t scare me, bitch!” he shouted, but I could see that he was rattled.I wanted to calm him down, not scare him into shooting. I took the tone Dad used all those years ago in the bar in Billings. My accent unconsciously slipped back to the Western drawl of my youth.“Let’s. Welfare fraud is becoming one of the most common crimes in this city, and the taxpayers are goddamned sick of it... especially since all these young people are coming out here to the West coast without jobs and sucking up all the welfare so the people who really need it go hungry. Papers are full of cases."Chris wriggled uncomfortably on the sofa, fearing the worst. One glance at Roger and she knew he wasn't going to give them a break."Then there's the matter of your rent being overdue," his. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as the king-sized bed he'd abandoned, but it was the only place he was going to be able to sleep alone. If he was able to sleep at all.He didn't really want his sister, he told himself. He had just been unprepared for the grownup Ilianna. The last he'd spent any real time with her she had been a scrawny ten year old with coltish legs and thin gangly arms, intent on driving her twenty-five year old brother to near madness with her never ending questions and. Quinn gasps and rolls her eyes back in response as he starts finger-fucking her faster. ‘James…’ she whispers. ‘Where do you want my cock?’ he growls, taking his fingers out of her pussy and putting them in her mouth. Quinn licks his fingers and smiles. ‘Wherever you want,’ she says. James smirks. ‘You’re so fucking perfect.’ He cups her ass with his hands, lifting her up and carrying her over to the wall-side cabinet. With one quick swipe, he throws the photo frames to the floor and sits her.