her stiffening bruises screamed as the base of the window dug into her stomach and thighs , the rough brickwork chafing her shoulders , fraying her blouse , impeding her worm-like wriggle , and then she was out , rolling in the dew-laden , silver-struck grass with jargo jaconet , stark naked , grinning and capering like a madman and pointing towards the sea crashing against the shingle half a mile or so through the bushes .