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When we returned to the hotel, I went to my room while Kwame went to work at the hotel. I took everything out of the bag, and spread it on the bed. I had looked at two singlets at the store, but Kwame said I didn’t need them. He said he wanted me shirtless, so he could see my muscles reaction and watch my development. But I found both the yellow one and the lime green one in the bag, and a note from the store owner. He said he put them in for free, in order to thank me for my business.

I liked everything Kwame picked out, and I started matching things together. I liked the yellow singlet with the black shorts, and the lime green with the white shorts. I open the package of athletic briefs and tried a pair on, they fit snug but at the same time were very comfortable. I then put on the black shorts and yellow singlet, and model them in the mirror. I did the same with the white shorts and lime green singlet, and liked the look of both.

I then tried on the red bikini swimsuit and liked the looks, but wasn’t sure I wanted to wear it at the hotel swimming pool. I would have to wait and see how I felt later, I know Kwame wants to show off his handy work. But being on display in a public place, dressed in a bikini, was not something I would look forward to doing. I gathered everything up and placed them in the drawers, before getting dressed for dinner.

I changed into a nice pair of slacks and a button front shirt with collar, to wear that evening. I went out on the balcony, and sat down to enjoy the activity of the city. I noticed everything was going at a fast pace, not a slow pace, as I had expected in Africa.

When the time came I went down for dinner, and sat at our table in the corner. The waiter brought me a glass of iced tea with lemon, and said Kwame had instructed him to do so. I started to ask what was for dinner, but decided it would look strange my not knowing what was ordered. Soon Kwame joined me, and told me about the chicken dish he had ordered, and about my salad with light Italian dressing.

We talked for a few minutes before the waiter brought our food, and the food did look great. I started with the salad which was refreshing, and then to the chicken and vegetables. We then finished off with a plate of sliced melons, and Kwame said he would bring me more that night. He ask me to put on the white shorts before he came to my room, said he wanted to see how I looked.

I went to my room and put on the white shorts and green singlet, before sitting down with the TV. I did a lot of channel switching, not much on that I was interest in seeing. At about ten o’clock I heard a knock on the door, so I went over and opened the door. There stood Kwame with a tray of sliced melons, which he brought in and placed on the table.

Kwame looked at me and ask where the shirt came from, so I told him it was a gift from his friend the store owner. He said it looked very nice, but that he wanted to see me with just the shorts on. I took the shirt off and let him see how the shorts looked, and he said they looked good on me. He said they complemented my upper body, and helped highlight my muscles. He then ask if everything fit, and I told him everything fit perfectly. He then told me good night, and returned to his job.

I sat there in the chair, thinking about everything that had happened that day. I realized that Kwame had almost taken complete control of my life. He had committed me to be trained by him; was now dictating what I was to eat; had picked out what I was to wear; and I was now going along with his demands. I thought about what to say or do, but since I now wanted to look like his plans for me, I decided to just go along with him and see how it goes.