“You behave like a billy-goat, Raaks!” raged Rima. “How many times will I tell you to keep away from my fiancée?” Rima appeared set for a showdown. His wattle hung down from his throat like the long beard of a caveman. His feathers were puffed up. He looked like a hydrogen balloon.

Cynthia had already sailed into the hollow of the room.  She turned smartly to face him.  Her face was bright like a full moon.  Before Lumumba could utter another word, it happened. She had magically unfastened the strap around her waist, flicked the gown off her shoulders, and permitted it to fall freely revealing all her gems. There, Cynthia stood, before God and Lumumba, perfectly naked...