Brick and Pete managed to make themselves look presentable by the time thirty-year old Oliver walked through the door of the senator's office. At 6'4" with not a shred of body fat, he resembled a wall of solid muscle. His close-cropped hair was shaved on the sides. Even at this time of night, the lawyer's suit looked freshly pressed.
Pete couldn't take his eyes off the hunk. "You're like a cup of coffee - big, black, and steaming hot!" Pete blurted out.
Oliver was used to this reaction. He causally glanced down at his own crotch and said, "Guy, you don't even know the half of it."
Brick took charge of the situation. "Look, Mr. Papi, I don't know what the party chairman told you, but-"
"Just call me Papi. I only have two rules to take on a case. One: I don't care what you tell t
