"Let
me think about this," she mused. After a moment's hesitation,
she added, "Just what is it you think I am?"
Now it was
my turn to hesitate. I temporized, "I think you know
what I mean." It was the first retreat either of us
had made since starting the conversation.
"Oh,
I am certain I know what you mean" she said, pressing
on with her attack, "I just want to hear you say it."
"I think
you are a dominant woman," I muttered.
"Louder,
boy!" she commanded, "I want my girlfriends to
hear you."
"I think
you are a dominant woman," I proclaimed, much more
boldly this time.
