her gaze slid slowly downward , past his bare chest to where the blanket had edged to his navel . his big hand came down , grinding my forehead into the ground . they stopped for a few minutes by the lobster pound to shine the light around the area , but all was still and quiet . he could barely hear her and imagined how she looked at him , but he could not turn , only listen . the soup 's ready -- '' a blast of water hit her in the face . 