the man can express about everything he thinks or feels through his grunts . so far , so good -- until i turned around . we 're taking her into the city . angry , squirming over floor , walls , ceiling . and that easily , he had me ready for another round . he grunted in something like amusement mixed with frustration , and punched the call button with his thumb . so i checked , and she was right . i wait a few defiant seconds before turning around with my arms still crossed . 