You want me, yet you don’t have the guts to take me.

Jesus Helguera “Not until you tell me.”
“I’m about full up of you telling me no! No one tells me no, goddamn you. Take me back.”
“Tell me first.” She was furious now and had a little tantrum, throwing the basket overboard along with the champagne and her glass.
“You goddamned men. I hate you. I hate all of you, I’m sick of you always so goddamned smug, looking at me like I’m a weak little kitten. You want me, yet you don’t have the guts to take me. Take me.” She began to unbutton her dress. He stopped her.
“No.”
“Fine then.” She pulled away from him, got the boom between them and stripped down. “I’ll swim back.” She dove in on the wrong side and had to swim around the stern, began making her way to shore. It was five miles and Pedro could think only of the shark from the previous day.
“Marta, please.” He thought about what to do, found a line and threw it, got it over her and pulled hard, dragging her back. He grabbed her, manhandled her and pulled her back into the boat. She was furious now. The Mule Tamer III, Marta's Quest