George kicked her feet, not very hard. And beat Carlos on the back with her fists, not very hard. "Help," she said quietly, thinking of Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka. "No, don't. Stop. Please don't," she muttered.

"You know," she said in a normal voice, "If a nooner is the worst 'fate worth than death' you can come up with, I'm going have trouble finding my motivation for this scene. Why would I be resisting, again?"