Steve lowered his arms and gave a sheepish grin and added in his estuary accent, “Well, Sergeant Strong to me men reely, but you can call me Sarge.”
Steve was dressed in a ribbed khaki sleeveless top, tucked into a pair of camouflage pants, which in turn were tucked into a pair of high army boots. His heavy belt supported a knife, water bottle and gun.
His skin was darkly tanned, so that the abundant black hair on his forearms and showing at the top of his chest, (where the neck of his top went as low as between his nipples) did not distract from his powerfully molded muscles. He was stocky, maybe shorter than Stephen, but upright, cocky and muscular. His biceps and shoulders were firm and spectacularly developed, with no body hair to detract from their beautiful, smooth, powerful shapes. His muscular, short neck merged with his traps, to the width of his bullet head. He was going seriously bald, with his remaining black hair cropped short, almost the same length as the dark stubble on his lower face. His full lips seemed always on the point of a cheeky grin. His dark blue eyes twinkled with a sense of mischief.
The presenter came forward to take start the questions.