He was telling himself to sit there and not move a muscle. Now she was pulling at his arm and he smiled dimly and let his arm go limp. She gave a hard pull but in that instant he stiffened it and she felt the resistance. She let go and stepped back and said, "What's the matter?" "Nothing." "Look at me," she said. He looked at her. She had her hands on her bulging hips, her big breasts heaved and quivered. She spoke thickly. "Didn't you hear what I said? I said I'm ready." "I heard you," he murmured. "Come on," she said. "Come on, come on." He didn't move. He went on looking at her. There was no expression on his face. She gave him a side-glance, a frown getting started and deepening. "You want me to put it in writing or something? I'm telling you I'm ready." "But I'm not." She took another backward step. She blinked several times. Her lips scarcely moved as she said, "I don't get this." "Add it up," he said. "Add what?" She was near shrieking. "What's there to add?" He didn't reply. She was trying to calm down.
