“I suppose we are...” Issac agreed. It was better than blood, but not by much. “Since it doesn’t matter, we’ll hit a male strip club.” The pastor informed. It never hurt to look...and since no one in this city knew who he was, Issac didn’t have to hide his enjoyment. “I swear, if you blab about this to anyone I know, I’ll make the next fifty years or so miserable for you.” The pastor threatened. The last thing he needed was word spreading that he spent his week days at a den of inequity...especially a male strip club.