"Fogarty said, "Then we'll just have to get your official ID changed. Ihave a friend who's a lawyer; I'll give him a call and see what it takesto get...that done."Ginger smiled. "You'd do that for me, Fogey? Thanks. That means alot. What's your other condition?"He chuckled. "You've probably noticed that I don't get along with mostpeople. So I don't want you to have any guests over if I haven't metthem."Ginger gave them both a hug. "I guess I can do that. I think you guysare the only. ” He hissed victoriously.“Andrew, we don’t have time.”“Hush.” He lifted the collar. “I want to see if it fits.”“It’s exactly the same!” I complained.“Hush.” He looped it about my neck and locked it. I liked that it didn’t scratch. “Or do you want Claire to become part of a threesome?”“Gee, Andy, what are you, thirteen? Claire’s half again your age.”“Just kidding. She’s not really much to look at. She is nice, though. I hope she finds someone good for her.” He admired me, his occasional sex. As he opened his mouth to reply he let his eyes gently roll down her neck and over the gentle curve of her breasts. Then, as he had each time over the last, what was it, ten, eleven years, he returned his gaze to her eyes. ‘I don’t know… lunch?’ ‘I meant… but lunch is good.’ They walked together into the parking garage to his car, his company’s car, the late model Mercedes he’d be returning as he downgraded to a Chevrolet, or Honda but still, for at least until the end of the day, his car. He. Since they are both charged with murder and attempted murder of a federal judge, there is no bail. Their attorney can't even argue. We'll work on them every day until we get something. We do have some information on the driver that died. He is an employee of Alcam Helicopters in Orlando. The car is actually theirs and was assigned to the guy. The driver was supposed to be a chauffeur for the executives."I asked, "How about the guy that I hit in the head?" He lived near Orlando, in Longview, but.