The Chief placed what remained of Mary’s breast on his plate and lifted Ihuoma’s vulva from the platter, looked it over carefully to make sure all of the hairs had been removed, and dismissed the serving girl.  “I just hate getting those little hairs caught in my teeth.”  Then he continued his story.  “So, where was I?  Oh yes.  So after we all got done laughing, I looked her in the eye and smiled and told her in my best English that we were just having some sport and that we weren’t really that cruel.  Well, she was so relieved that we weren’t going to cut off her tits that she returned kind of a nervous smile.”

“What a nice story!”

“I thought so,” replied the chief somewhat embarrassed.

“So what happened next?”

“Oh, nothing really.  Akinyemi and I picked her up and dumped her into the pot and then went and drank a couple skulls of beer while the cooks added the rest of the girls to the kettle and lit the fire.  Rakotobe took a picture with the camera you left on your last visit.  Would you like to see the picture?” 

“Certainly.  How did Mary react to finding herself in hot water, so to speak?”

“See for yourself,” said the chief, handing me the picture.  Then reaching for his plate again, “More pudendum?”