Out of This World: Page 15 mutters, but her lips are on his now, and she holds him tight, crushing him to her, wanting to shut off all response and dissent and failure, as he kisses the jut of her shoulder blades. Cut to: The carnal screams of a woman, extreme close-up on her mouth as her voice echoes in the cavernous space, the video pixilated and all but unreadable. Yes, that's it … deep, deep. Mo-ments later Halley is leading Paul out of the Mar-ket Street Theatre. He is zombielike, more than a bit embarrassed. She is thoughtful. Do you really think it's possible to make that kind of sound? she asks. The thwap, thwap, thwap? She pats herself all over, trying to reproduce it, but he silences her with a wince. And yet, he enjoys playing this role of squeamish skeptic. The fact is, yes, that sound is possible, and he's heard it many times, firsthand, but damned if she is going to squeeze that information out of him. Cheng: Sometimes she wonders if she loves Gun Duk merely because he was the first man in this city to love her. No, he has a good heart, she still believes that. Even when he is annoyed by her, even when he comes home late at night rank with nicotine and incense, she never thinks he has cheated on her, not for an instant. When she is upset, when she has a rotten day working ano-ther temp job as a clerk or secretary, when she feels the skeptical eyes on her because she is just some clueless nitwit from the countryside, when the words MAINLAND CHINESE may as well be branded on her forehead, he can detect her mood without even a word on her part. And then his arm wraps around her waist and he