That was the start. In the course of an hour and a half, we covered every possibility and impossibility of the situation. Whatever one of us brought up, the other argued against. We talked like crazy.
We were.
When it finally penetrated that we'd both known everything we'd covered, before we started, I said bluntly: "Shut up."
"Go to hell."
"I suppose I will, eventually. Should I expect to see you there?"
"No."
"I'm sure it can be arranged," I said as I got up.
"You're not going to—?" she asked, suddenly really alarmed.
"No." By that time, she was on her feet, too. I spun her around and forced her to the floor. Then I tied her hands behind her back with some wire that had been lying on the floor behind me. I didn't try to tie her too tightly; just tight enough to be sure she couldn't get at the knots.
She didn't resist nearly as much as I had expected.