She now had a dreadful choice to make.
If she said she loved walking, Mr Mybug
would take her out all day in the rain while
he talked about sex, and if she said that she
only quite like it, he would make her sit on
wet grass, while he tried to kiss her. And if
she said she hated it, he would make her
sit in some awful tea-room while
he talked more about sex.
-Flora Poste. Cold Comfort Farm. Pg. 48
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