i hoped it was finished , but soon heard burbles , heard the give and shift of the sofa , something being moved , the rising intensity of her whining , her high pitch somehow getting guttural , profanities coaxing easily from her , a rising in the percussive undercurrent to her speech pattern , bertram getting worked up , and she squealed , all of a sudden , lost in her exaggerated groans of witnessing him finish off , the chuffing laugh of him pulling away from her after , she giggling , something falling over and shattering , her giggling even more .