They pay for there drinks, and, walk out of the bar.They get to Wendy's house and Sam says "I have always felt like this was home, Wendy." Do you want...a drink?" She asks."Sure, I'll have a rum & coke."Wendy returns a few seconds later with their drinks."I'll be right back; I need to go to the toilet!" Wendy says, leaving the room.While Wendy's in the bathroom, Sam reaches in his pocket, and, takes two pills out, crushes them up, and, drops them into Wendy's drink, and, stirs it up.Wendy returns. With these ID's, I could hide in near plain sight and fear for nothing even if I was casually investigated by law enforcement.Using a rental computer at a cyber-café, I logged into the three separate off-shore banks, two Caribbean based and one Swiss, to check on the accounts. All were active and contained varying balances. The two Caribbean accounts each had one million dollars in them, and the Swiss account had ten million in it.Clearly the idea was that I should use the ID's for one of the. Jefferson won by three touchdowns and sustained no significant injuries. After the game, Marcie and Emma were both waiting for him outside the locker room. They were a little upset that he had not been allowed to show off his talents, but Kyle explained what the coach had told them, and they understood the strategy."You know what else isn't right?" she asked them both, once they were in the car. "It's not fair that Emma can sleep with you almost any night she wants and it's no problem. But now. It wasn't that I was angry. This was just too bizarre to comprehend. What kind of questions do you ask when he tells you this kind of yarn?"I also had to pretend to stay drunk for a while in jail because I wanted to know how vulnerable a street drunk is in a cell with real bad guys."Now I was angry. "Do you have any idea what could have happened to you in there?" No. That's why I had to do it. I'm writing a story."Idiot.Those are the kinds of crazy shenanigans I have to put up with.He was not.