So, this guy goes out to a bar one night.
Not his usual thing.
He’s not the type.
But it was a holiday weekend.
He’s standing in the corner, trying his best to blend in.
Even so, he’s getting eye-balled by another guy.
The other guy is not the bar type either.
But for some reason, there they both are.
Although neither for very long.
Which led to a hot tub.
Because the one guy isn’t big on one night stands.
Actually neither is the other.
They both prefer a little longer investment.
And now, eight Good Fridays later, The Painter and The Attorney have six-and-a-half years in the bank.
You know if you treat six-and-a-half right it gets longer.