Mack showed up to the MenOver30.com fresh from work, in long sleeve shirt and tie, very quiet, very serious, and very sexy. With his close cropped beard, low voice, and sedate demeanor, we had a feeling he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. It is always the compact, silent types that surprise us once their clothes begin to come off, and in Mack’s case, the first bombshell fell along with his shirt. Lurking beneath the conservative oxford cloth of his button down was an arm full of ink that starts on his shoulder blades and runs all the way to his wrist. The tats tell the tale of “see no evil, speak no evil, and hear no evil”, which is a good thing, as despite the innocent look in his eye, we were peering into the mind of a devil. And it did not take coaxing to get ole Lucifer, or his pitch fork, to come out and play. Mack immediately loses his shirt, exposing his naturally smooth, lean chest with twin bite sized salmon colored nipples. He turns his back and showcases the ink he loves so much.