get @baffled

She rolled over and lit a cigarette, staring at the ceiling. She fought the urge to look at her watch. The big lump next to her let out a sigh and scratched himself. “That was alright, wasn’t it?”, he asked, somewhat rhetorically. She said nothing, and a note of urgency came to his voice: “That was okay, wasn’t it? I mean, I did make you feel alright, didn’t I?”, he pleaded.

She turned away from him and whispered: “Of course, dear…for a few seconds anyway.”

“You can’t seriously expect me to do that,” she stammered. “I hardly even know you.”

Smoke curled upward from the cigarette he held in his left hand. It was a Camel. He thought for a moment, and replied: “Look, I pay well, and it’s not like I’m asking you to shag my brother or something. That’s on the agenda for next week.”