excerpt from a novel

"Nooo." She ducked her head and giggled. What he said bore no relation to what she felt, but she was seduced by the idea of herself prancing through his imagination as a tiny porn queen while the truth of what had happened lay safely hidden in a pocket of misunderstandng. At the same time, she felt a compulsion to make him understand her, and she was disconcereted to realize that the more he refused to do so, the more desperate the compusion whould become. "Really," she said, smiling. "It wasn't like that." And she told the story again.

from Mary Gaitskill's Two Girls, Fat and Thin