Martin Jr. @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter 8 - Labor Vincit Omnia Inside the colossus-haired hut Diamond Tooth lay with Mnubotu, the portly leader of the Nwa-Efé. He and his concubines had been rocked asleep by the motion of the colossus. The blubber-lipped chief smacked his tongue in his sleep and smelled of armpit sweat and cheese. After all his propositioning when they first met, he never once laid his fat hands on Diamond Tooth or his concubines. He only watched her fornicate with the other women. Through the hut’s window veil, Mount Mictlan bobbed. She slipped her newly manicured fingers into her bagh nakhs and strapped the gloves on. Mnubotu awoke. “This is where I get off,” she said to him. “I thought you already did that,” he said with a sly grin. “Why don’t you stay? Forget about mountains and such. You’ll be treated well. We have food and drink.” Diamond Tooth smiled and glided a finger down Mnubotu’s chest.
