"Now, now," the woman smiled tenderly. "You just stop worrying and we'll get you all straightened out."

Later that evening when they were having dinner and Libby had gone to the restroom, the woman smiled at her husband. "It looks like we've found a winner this time."

"God, yes," he laughed. "And this one won't run away when she thinks she's wanted for murder."

"When we get the little slut washed up and into some decent, clothes, she could be quite attractive," she mused.

"With her previous experience and our training, we can really turn that little cunt into something fantastic," he said enthusiastically.

"You folks have been so kind to me," smiled Libby when she rejoined them at the table.

"Honey," smiled the woman, "would you like to live with us for a while?"

"Gosh," Libby gasped. "I don't expect you to do nothin' like that. You've already done plenty for me."

"But you don't have any place to go," the woman smiled gently.

"But I just couldn't be such a bother to you," sighed Libby.

"We'd love to have you as part of our family," the woman continued. "Wouldn't you like that?"

"Gee, yes," replied the girl.

"All right," beamed the woman. "We're your new aunt and uncle."

"Really?" Libby gasped.

"Yes, really," was the reply. "This is your Uncle Luke, and I'm your Aunt Helena."

"Hi, Uncle Luke and Aunt Helena," giggled Libby. "I've never had an aunt and uncle before."

"Well, you have now," smiled Uncle Luke.

It was not until the next afternoon that they reached the San Francisco Bay Bridge. Libby stared in disbelief at the jewel like buildings and skyscrapers that seemed to be reaching up out of the clear blue waters of the bay. From the bridge they were crossing, ships looked like toys moving across the water below them.

Exiting from the bridge in San Francisco, Uncle Luke turned the car south, heading down the peninsula.