her hands whipped up , catching the cups and plastering them back into place . i try to swallow , but my throat has run dry . `` that 's not what i want , '' i tell her . `` you really do need to get laid . '' but his laughter did n't ease her . joe drew her from her miserable thoughts . we just stood watching the door of the tent , not game to move . explains my dad , closing one eye and glancing out through the peep hole in the large door . 