Lots of lawyers dance. Some dance around the facts, some dance around the law, and some dance away from dissatisfied clients. But seldom does an Officer of the Court actually spring atop a table and begin a strip-tease for the jury. With that leggy, pony-tailed look, Bruce Harvey might even have gotten some bills in his own
garter if that stodgy ol' judge hadn't gaveled him down. Of course, it's not hard to imagine several members of the Gold Club defense team gettin' jiggy on some of the late ecdysiast emporium's tables at that final closing-night "party; after all, if you'd just scored big bucks arranging a plea deal on a nationally publicized trial, wouldn't you
do a Formica fandango or two?