’ ‘That’s was our first offer,’ the deputy marshal said. ‘Could we just get out of here before world war three starts.’ Roger asked. Roger...didn’t say another word until he was in the police station. He found himself in the interrogation room with a cup of coffee while he waited for them all to assemble. ‘Okay so what do we call you,’ the detective asked. Roger looked to the deputy federal attorney general. She just nodded. ‘My name is Roger.’ ‘That’s all,’ the deputy US Attorney said. ‘Roger. That was the first time I had considered this concept.’ ‘Which concept?’ ‘The concept of having lots of sex with women. Clients. And I was their treatment. That was the first time I thought about how if I was open for that kind of thing, I’d need to have some systematic way of choosing and rejecting potential clients. And preventing STDs.’ ‘A lot to think about all at once,’ I chimed in. ‘Yes. And just as I was trying to digest the idea of ‘clients,’ she moved past that one to the next. I don’t know if we would have made it here. I’m Sam Fredricks and the love of my life here is Mary.”“I’m Johnny Taylor and this is Teresa, my wife.”“You must be Father John’s son?” Sam asked.“Yes. I hope he’s here.” Johnny said.Well, let’s ask. We lived above him at the apartment in Arlington. We just came from there.” Sam said, “We were going to have a pretty dismal Thanksgiving. No lights, no heat, no water and no family.”“We just left our home in Everett. There is going to be some major. There is hope for you yet.”There came the toot of a car horn from outside. Mrs Dangerfield exclaimed, “That is your father. Go and open the door for him; he will have his arms full of documents.”Julian rushed to comply, and let his father in. The man was fairly short and dumpy, due to his middle-age paunch, and had a receding hairline, but he had a friendly face; an asset to any lawyer.“Thanks, Julian. Is your sister here yet?”“Yes, dad. The whole mob arrived some time ago. They are getting.