He was well-muscled and stocky. She ran her hands along the hardness of his arms. His shirt was a course but serviceable fabric. It was patched in a c...uple of places. It smelled of soap and something animal. Ram was well if roughly groomed, but he clearly worked many hours in this shirt.She pulled off his shirt and ran her hands through his thick coat of wiry chest hair. She sniffed him deeply, inhaling the scent of man.She asked him to stand and pulled down his pants. She explored the hardness. I made him stand up and I said to him, if your'e going to try to act like a tough top, you better be able to back it up. Now get your sissy ass out of here and I see you again tonight or any other time you might as well just drop your pants a bend over because your ass is mine, know get the fuck out of my face. He went to pull his pants up, but I said leave them down until you're out of my site. i was pathetic and yet funny watching him walking away with his pants around his knees and his face. Major Entembe I knew was third in command in Tumali. General Cumu was the head man and overall dictator, Colonel Nubaro his deputy and the Major was under him. We were being taken to someone high up in the chain of command and I wondered, "Will he have the authority to release us? Or is he in on our abduction too?" That is how I thought of the events that led us to being there. We had agreed to come but the conditions were not as they had been explained to us.A pleasant young girl showed us. Maybe she ought to find him a playmate? Later, as they strolled through the park, a rather rumpled, longhaired dog came close to them. Pal and the other dog made their acquaintance in the time-tested; nose to tail fashion and Pal became a bit unruly, tugging at the leash with unusual vigor. The other dog also began to whine and whimper and it was with some difficulty that Mabel dragged Pal off with her to continue their walk.On their return the cause of the dogs' disturbed attitude finally.