Fate's cruel sense of humor...

The giant tiger's hot breath stank of raw meat as it opened its mouth wide, inches from Set's neck. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the worst when he heard a loud gunshot. The big cat's body instantly went slack and collapsed on top of him.

"Just a moment, friend," came a friendly sounding voice, as Set heard several sets of footsteps approach him, "and we'll have your feline friend off of you..."

'Oh fuck-all,' thought Set as he recognized the voice, 'I was better off with the tiger.'

The jungle cat's corpse was lifted off of Set's back and as he rolled over, he saw the face of his rescuer. "Hello, Nigel," Set said with a **** grin, "Fancy meeting you out here..."

Standing around him were several local natives and a gaunt, pale figure dressed in his best jungle khakis. The thin Englishman's smile dropped from his face as he saw Set.

"Set Bones," he said through clenched teeth. "If I'd known it was you I was rescuing, I'd have let the tigers finish their business with you..."

Set had attended a museum fundraiser in London several months ago, which was also attended by Nigel Witherbone and his lovely wife, Cassandra. After Set's presentation about his explorations, he had a chance to talk to Cassandra and, Set being Set, and Cassandra having the luscious rack that she had, they had ended up having several rounds of sweaty, loud sex in the Egyptian wing of the museum. It was just bad timing the Nigel happened to find them just as Set was unloading a huge load of cum on her eager face...

"Long time, no see," Set said, trying to keep things sociable. He reached up a hand, hoping for a helping hand. Nigel stared at him for a moment and then turned his back to him. He said something to the locals that were aiding him that Set couldn't understand, but judging from what happened next, it must have roughly translated to:

"Please get some rope and string this fellow up. Also, don't be afraid to bruise him and give some rope burns to him while you do it."