I focused more on our costumes. Something sexy, but not too sexy. Easily removable if we chose to stay for the second party. Vickie asked about a ‘C...tholic school girl’ outfit. She offered that I could be the ‘naughty priest’. I liked the idea. Her wearing a short plaid skirt and a white long sleeve dress shirt. She even had the black shiny Mary Jane shoes. Her outfit would be complete.My own outfit was rather simple. My black cashmere jacket. A black long sleeve dress shirt. Black dress pants. Tried on a faux British accent for size, “Took Phillip’s jet down. Quite satisfactory, dontcha know.”I may have spewed out a few select epitaphs. But, Camp David ... not bad.Attorney Bob Randolph matched his photo spread. Which makes sense; why would the FBI curate pictures that didn’t look like that cunt’s lawyer?He’s 42, portly but not fat. I was watching him through Canon binocs and I can report that he doesn’t waddle. He moves with the sort of Jackie Gleason grace that some hefty men. “You’re getting all messy,” he said, watching the ice creamroll down the side of the cone onto her hand. “Maybe it’s too much foryou to handle.” “Too much for me to handle?” She raised an eyebrow at that.Twisting the cone in her hand, she looked it over carefully. “I thinkI’ve handled bigger,” she said, a wicked note creeping into her voice.Pressing her tongue flat against the ice cream, she licked straight upthe ice cream, her. He had spent his first week here the previous spring, followed by a month in the summer, and was now in the middle weekend of a fortnight in November. There was a tentative promise of a further week’s work coming up in February. Weekend cover meant being on call from Friday afternoon through to Monday morning, as well as the weekday out-of-hours sessions through the two weeks of his contract for this practice. The hours were long, and the cases ranging from the mundane to the most challenging..