He was an ex-Army officer with a tattoo of his unit on his belly. Woody was a barrel-chested man, his fuzzy fur tinged with gray, his head bald but shaved as well — shaved haphazardly, obviously without the use of a mirror, with slightly longer patches here and there around the sides of his scalp. A mustard stain on his boxers accentuated the bulge of his cock after he casually tucked it away again. He was furry and broad and strapping, and he smelled a little of sweat, like he had been working out recently, or had simply not showered.