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Her
great
strength
caught
him
off
guard
,
and
he
lost
his
footing
.
She
was
nearly
as
tall
as
Yossarian
,
and
for
a
few
fantastic
,
terror
-
filled
moments
he
was
certain
she
would
overpower
him
in
her
crazed
determination
,
crush
him
to
the
ground
and
rip
him
apart
mercilessly
limb
from
limb
for
some
heinous
crime
he
had
never
committed
.
He
wanted
to
yell
for
help
as
they
strove
against
each
other
frantically
in
a
grunting
,
panting
stalemate
,
arm
against
arm
.
At
last
she
weakened
,
and
he
was
able
to
force
her
back
and
plead
with
her
to
let
him
talk
,
swearing
to
her
that
Nately
’
s
death
had
not
been
his
fault
.
She
spat
in
his
face
again
,
and
he
pushed
her
away
hard
in
disgusted
anger
and
frustration
.
She
hurled
herself
down
toward
the
potato
peeler
the
instant
he
released
her
.
He
flung
himself
down
after
her
,
and
they
rolled
over
each
other
on
the
floor
several
times
before
he
could
tear
the
potato
peeler
away
.
She
tried
to
trip
him
with
her
hand
as
he
scrambled
to
his
feet
and
scratched
an
excruciating
chunk
out
of
his
ankle
.
He
hopped
across
the
room
in
pain
and
threw
the
potato
peeler
out
the
window
.
He
heaved
a
huge
sigh
of
relief
once
he
saw
he
was
safe
.
"
Now
,
please
let
me
explain
something
to
you
,
"
he
cajoled
in
a
mature
,
reasoning
,
earnest
voice
.
She
kicked
him
in
the
groin
.
Whoosh
!
went
the
air
out
of
him
,
and
he
sank
down
on
his
side
with
a
shrill
and
ululating
cry
,
doubled
up
over
his
knees
in
chaotic
agony
and
retching
for
breath
.
Nately
’
s
whore
ran
from
the
room
.
Yossarian
staggered
up
to
his
feet
not
a
moment
too
soon
,
for
she
came
charging
back
in
from
the
kitchen
carrying
a
long
bread
knife
.
A
moan
of
incredulous
dismay
wafted
from
his
lips
as
,
still
clutching
his
throbbing
,
tender
,
burning
bowels
in
both
hands
,
he
dropped
his
full
weight
down
against
her
shins
and
knocked
her
legs
out
from
under
her
.
She
flipped
completely
over
his
head
and
landed
on
the
floor
on
her
elbows
with
a
jarring
thud
.
The
knife
skittered
free
,
and
he
slapped
it
out
of
sight
under
the
bed
.
She
tried
to
lunge
after
it
,
and
he
seized
her
by
the
arm
and
yanked
her
up
.
She
tried
to
kick
him
in
the
groin
again
,
and
he
slung
her
away
with
a
violent
oath
of
his
own
.
She
slammed
into
the
wall
off
balance
and
smashed
a
chair
over
into
a
vanity
table
covered
with
combs
,
hairbrushes
and
cosmetic
jars
that
all
went
crashing
off
.
A
framed
picture
fell
to
the
floor
at
the
other
end
of
the
room
,
the
glass
front
shattering
.
"
What
do
you
want
from
me
?
"
he
yelled
at
her
in
whining
and
exasperated
confusion
.
"
I
didn
’
t
kill
him
.
"
She
hurled
a
heavy
glass
ash
tray
at
his
head
.
He
made
a
fist
and
wanted
to
punch
her
in
the
stomach
when
she
came
charging
at
him
again
,
but
he
was
afraid
he
might
harm
her
.
He
wanted
to
clip
her
very
neatly
on
the
point
of
the
jaw
and
run
from
the
room
,
but
there
was
no
clear
target
,
and
he
merely
skipped
aside
neatly
at
the
last
second
and
helped
her
along
past
him
with
a
strong
shove
.
She
banged
hard
against
the
other
wall
.
Now
she
was
blocking
the
door
.
She
threw
a
large
vase
at
him
.
Then
she
came
at
him
with
a
full
wine
bottle
and
struck
him
squarely
on
the
temple
,
knocking
him
down
half
-
stunned
on
one
knee
.
His
ears
were
buzzing
,
his
whole
face
was
numb
.
More
than
anything
else
,
he
was
embarrassed
.
He
felt
awkward
because
she
was
going
to
murder
him
.
He
simply
did
not
understand
what
was
going
on
.
He
had
no
idea
what
to
do
.
But
he
did
know
he
had
to
save
himself
,
and
he
catapulted
forward
off
the
floor
when
he
saw
her
raise
the
wine
bottle
to
clout
him
again
and
barreled
into
her
midriff
before
she
could
strike
him
.
He
had
momentum
,
and
he
propelled
her
before
him
backward
in
his
driving
rush
until
her
knees
buckled
against
the
side
of
the
bed
and
she
fell
over
onto
the
mattress
with
Yossarian
sprawled
on
top
of
her
between
her
legs
.
She
plunged
her
nails
into
the
side
of
his
neck
and
gouged
as
he
worked
his
way
up
the
supple
,
full
hills
and
ledges
of
her
rounded
body
until
he
covered
her
completely
and
pressed
her
into
submission
,
his
fingers
pursuing
her
thrashing
arm
persistently
until
they
arrived
at
the
wine
bottle
finally
and
wrenched
it
free
.
She
was
still
kicking
and
cursing
and
scratching
ferociously
.
She
tried
to
bite
him
cruelly
,
her
coarse
,
sensual
lips
stretched
back
over
her
teeth
like
an
enraged
omnivorous
beast
’
s
.
Now
that
she
lay
captive
beneath
him
,
he
wondered
how
he
would
ever
escape
her
without
leaving
himself
vulnerable
.
He
could
feel
the
tensed
,
straddling
inside
of
her
buffeting
thighs
and
knees
squeezing
and
churning
around
one
of
his
legs
.
He
was
stirred
by
thoughts
of
sex
that
made
him
ashamed
.
He
was
conscious
of
the
voluptuous
flesh
of
her
firm
,
young
-
woman
’
s
body
straining
and
beating
against
him
like
a
humid
,
fluid
,
delectable
,
unyielding
tide
,
her
belly
and
warm
,
live
,
plastic
breasts
thrusting
upward
against
him
vigorously
in
sweet
and
menacing
temptation
.
Her
breath
was
scalding
.
All
at
once
he
realized
—
though
the
writhing
turbulence
beneath
him
had
not
diminished
one
whit
—
that
she
was
no
longer
grappling
with
him
,
recognized
with
a
quiver
that
she
was
not
fighting
him
but
heaving
her
pelvis
up
against
him
remorselessly
in
the
primal
,
powerful
,
rhapsodic
instinctual
rhythm
of
erotic
ardor
and
abandonment
.
He
gasped
in
delighted
surprise
.
Her
face
—
as
beautiful
as
a
blooming
flower
to
him
now
—
was
distorted
with
a
new
kind
of
torture
,
the
tissues
serenely
swollen
,
her
half
-
closed
eyes
misty
and
unseeing
with
the
stultifying
languor
of
desire
.
"
Caro
,
"
she
murmured
hoarsely
as
though
from
the
depths
of
a
tranquil
and
luxurious
trance
.
"
Ooooh
,
caro
mio
.
"
He
stroked
her
hair
.
She
drove
her
mouth
against
his
face
with
savage
passion
.
He
licked
her
neck
.
She
wrapped
her
arms
around
him
and
hugged
.
He
felt
himself
falling
,
falling
ecstatically
in
love
with
her
as
she
kissed
him
again
and
again
with
lips
that
were
steaming
and
wet
and
soft
and
hard
,
mumbling
deep
sounds
to
him
adoringly
in
an
incoherent
oblivion
of
rapture
,
one
caressing
hand
on
his
back
slipping
deftly
down
inside
his
trouser
belt
while
the
other
groped
secretly
and
treacherously
about
on
the
floor
for
the
bread
knife
and
found
it
.
He
saved
himself
just
in
time
.
She
still
wanted
to
kill
him
!
He
was
shocked
and
astounded
by
her
depraved
subteruge
as
he
tore
the
knife
from
her
grasp
and
hurled
it
away
.
He
bounded
out
of
the
bed
to
his
feet
.
His
face
was
agog
with
befuddlement
and
disillusion
.
He
did
not
know
whether
to
dart
through
the
door
to
freedom
or
collapse
on
the
bed
to
fall
in
love
with
her
and
place
himself
abjectly
at
her
mercy
again
.
She
spared
him
from
doing
either
by
bursting
unpredictably
into
tears
.
He
was
stunned
again
.
This
time
she
wept
with
no
other
emotion
than
grief
,
profound
,
debilitating
,
humble
grief
,
forgetting
all
about
him
.
Her
desolation
was
pathetic
as
she
sat
with
her
tempestuous
,
proud
,
lovely
head
bowed
,
her
shoulders
sagging
,
her
spirit
melting
.
This
time
there
was
no
mistaking
her
anguish
.
Great
racking
sobs
choked
and
shook
her
.
She
was
no
longer
aware
of
him
,
no
longer
cared
.
He
could
have
walked
from
the
room
safely
then
.
But
he
chose
to
remain
and
console
and
help
her
.
