Dale was a mop-top blond from San Diego, his skin baked to loamy brown by sunlight. He stood up on a serious face, self-importance oozing out of him. He liked all the beachgoers and volleyballers nearby watching, realising that Dale was an authority figure around here. He was one of the head dudes of the head dudes who ran this beach. Locals were coming to him with problems. Dale liked that.
From Poahi the Lackey
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MN Manmacker's mansploitation