Sometimes you do the wrong thing for the right reason.
A very good friend of yours was in town on business and would be in the city for the weekend. It was good to see him, but you noticed he seemed a bit depressed.
It took him awhile to confess, but he explained to you that he was going through some things with his wife. In addition, he felt his marriage could very well be on it's "last leg."
So, last Friday night you took him to a strip club in the Bronx. You hadn't been to a strip club in years, but you were still familiar with the atmosphere. The dancers and the music may have changed, but most of the strippers pretty much have the same mentality.
Enter: Saamy
Your buddy could not take his eyes off of her and she had the attention of most guys on the club. With some kind words and the assistance of a few "Dead Presidents" you persuaded Saamy to give you friend some "Special attention."
Now, you started thinking that Sunday nights are pretty slow at the clubs (the close at 2:00 AM, and people have to go to work on Mondays). So you asks Saamy how much would it cost to "rent" her time for the evening?
You negotiate and plan on surprising your friend Sunday evening by having her stop by his hotel room.
Your plan came together like "Clockwork," the only problem is that your friend can't stop thinking about Saamy.
Even if he gets a divorced, Saamy lives in New York and he lives in Philadelphia.