i 'd like more , '' just like bacall says-in that infamo us husky voice-to bogie in the big sleep , and when i kissed her glossy , battles hip-gray lips again , she 'd say , `` that 's even better , '' but instead it 's just the hot sweaty rush of bodies mangli ng when they maybe should n't be mangli ng-and she tries to push me away , but the rush forces me to hold onto her tight , even though i want to let go , even though i should really let go ! , so she turns her face from my mouth and yells , `` stop '' in this high-pitched squeal that is the comple te antithe sis of bacall ' s warm , sexy brassy voice and when i keep kissing her cheek and ear , she smashe s my chin with the heel of her hand , jolting my brain back to reality and knocki ng off my bogart hat in the process .