Chapter 78

When Oomba had descended until his face was within twelve inches beyond the reach of the girl’s club, he hung there, gloating over her with greedy, lustful eyes. For half an hour he hung, face downward, sensuously intoning to the infuriated girl. “With me hunt! With me eat! With me sleep!” At the end of half an hour Nimba was still spitting at him and still clubbing the wall with unabated energy. “Oomba go! Oomba go! Me you will not touch!” she screamed at intervals. Finally Oomba climbed back to the top of the roc…