"Are you suggesting that I invite naked men to come leaping into my car?" the woman asked frigidly. "I'll have you know...."
"The way you carry on about it," Marc said, "one just automatically draws his own conclusions. One pictures a whole procession of naked men just waiting their turn to leap into your car, you're such an authority on these occasions."
For a moment the blonde fell into a sulky silence. She glanced out the window at the rapidly passing scenery.
"What I want to know," she said at length, "is what is my husband going to say."
"Not knowing your husband," Marc said, "I'm in no position to guess. If I were you I'd judge by the way he's expressed himself on other similar occasions."
"There you go again," the woman said, "insulting me. Where are you taking me?"
"I'm not taking you anywhere," Marc said. "I'm taking myself. You just happened to be here."
"Oh," the woman said, not, it seemed, without a touch of disappointment. There was another lapse of silence.
"Do you know where there's a cop?" Marc asked, after a few more blocks.