"Obscenity!" he said. "All right, she did. So what? I think you look
like a call girl."
I ran into the living room and hid behind the sofa. "Do you really,
truly think so?"
"Absolutely!" Another chair clattered and Clay toed the living room
lights. "Ah!" he said. "I've got you cornered. You look like a chorus
girl. You look like an easy pickup. You look like a dirty little--"
"Stop," I cried, "while you're still winning!"