Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
"Is—is anything broken?" she asked. "Don't know. Help me up." Between them he managed to struggle to his feet. He winced. He said, "My name's Jonathan Fawkes. I'm a space pilot with Universal. What happened? I feel like I'd been poured out of a concrete mixer." survived at all. He scratched his head. "I was running from Mars to Jupiter with a load of seed for the colonists." "Oh!" said the girl, biting her lips. "Your co-pilot must be in the wreckage." He shook his head. "No," he reassured her. "I left him on Mars. He trouble. I'd stay at the controls as long as I could, then lock her on her course and snatch a couple of hours' sleep. I can remember crawling into my bunk. The next thing I knew you were bending over me." He that pretty women didn't upset him so. He said nervously, "Where am I? "I don't know." "You don't know!" He almost forgot his self-consciousness in his he and the strange yellow-headed girl alone in the center of that vast conscious. She said, "I'm Ann. Ann Clotilde. I was hunting when I saw four miles," she said. "I think so," he said. Jonathan Fawkes fidgeted uncomfortably. He would rather pilot a space after the girl. "What's wrong?" foremost over the edge. Jonathan tumbled after her. He hit the bottom, winced, scrambled to his feet. The girl started at a trot for the Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship. "Where are you going?" cried Ann in alarm. "I can sneak back," he insisted stubbornly. "They might loot the ship. Jonathan threw himself down backwards, kicked the girl's feet out from under her. Like a cat he scrambled up and wrenched the spear away. He paused shamefacedly. A second girl, he saw, was running toward them from up the canyon. Her bare legs flashed like ivory. She was "Don't let him get away!" cried Ann. A third girl skidded around the bend in the canyon. Jonathan backed off Ann Clotilde cried in anguish: "Don't let him get away!" canyon. He struggled to his feet. He saw six more girls race around the Jonathan was game, but the nine husky amazons pinned him down by sheer weight. They bound him hand and foot. Then four of them picked him up bodily, started up the canyon chanting: " He was a rocket riding daddy from Mars. " He recognized it as a popular song of three years ago. "You won't try to get away?" said Ann. "No," he replied with as much dignity as he could summon while being held aloft by four barbarous young women. "Let him down," said Ann. "We can catch him, anyway, if he makes a two husky females, who ogled him shamelessly. He was amazed at the ease he thought he was gone, then Ann grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, "Look!" cried Ann pointing over the edge. A half dozen beasts were trotting beneath on the plain. At first, Jonathan mistook them for horses. Then he saw that from the withers up The girls set up a shout and threw stones down at the centaurs, who The brunette was beside him helping him over the rough spots. ordeal. He would have sat down and refused to budge except that he knew the girls would hoist him on their shoulders and bear him into the camp like a bag of meal. him of a wounded dinosaur. Three girls were bathing in the stream. He Someone hailed them from the space ship. "We've caught a man," shrieked one of his captors. A flock of girls streamed out of the wrecked space ship. appraisingly as if he were a horse she was about to bid on. "Bring him into the ship," she said. "The man must be starved." women. As the meal boisterously progressed, he regained sufficient courage fishing tomorrow." She winked at him so brazenly that he choked on a "How about coming with me to gather fruit?" cried the green-eyed until the cups and plates danced. Jonathan had gathered that she was called Billy. "Quiet!" She shrieked in her loud strident voice. "Let him be. He can't go anywhere for a few days. He's just been through a wreck. He needs rest." She turned to Jonathan who had shrunk down in his chair. "How "I wouldn't know," said the green-eyed blonde. "I've forgotten what they're like." Billy said, "How badly wrecked is your ship?" "Is there any chance of patching it up?" He considered the question. More than anything else, he decided, he wanted to sleep. "What?" he said. "Is there any possibility of repairing your ship?" repeated Billy. lassitude was threatening to pop him off to sleep before their eyes. girls and he wants to sleep." "Catch a hold," said Billy, pushing back from the table. A dozen girls sleepy child, bore him tenderly up an incline and into a stateroom, where they deposited him on the bed. tug. "It's no use," groaned Ann, straightening up and wiping her bright Cut off whose feet? "Not your feet, silly," said Ann. "Your boots." we've been praying for during the last three years." The next day found Jonathan Fawkes hobbling around by the aid of a cane. At the portal of the space ship, he stuck out his head, glanced all around warily. None of the girls were in sight. They had, he presumed, gone about their chores: hunting, fishing, gathering fruits and berries. He emerged all the way and set out for the creek. He hanging around. As long as he was an invalid he was safe, he hoped. off in cavalier fashion. He hobbled to the creek, sat down beneath the years before they were rescued. As a last resort, he supposed, he could hide out in the hills or join ambling toward him. "How's the invalid?" she said, seating herself beside him. "Don't get up because of me," she informed him. "It's my turn to cook, but I saw you out here beneath the trees. Dinner can wait. Jonathan do "I forgot," said Ann Clotilde in a contrite voice. She tried to rise. "Well!" came the strident voice of Billy from behind them. "We're all Jonathan leaped to his feet, dumping Ann to the ground. He jerked around. All twenty-six of the girls were lined up on the path. Their "It don't wash," said Billy. "It's time for a showdown." Jonathan's hair stood on end. He felt rather than saw Ann Clotilde take "We could draw straws for him," suggested the green-eyed blonde. Jonathan never stopped until he was back in the canyon leading to the At the spot where he and Ann had first crawled away from the centaurs, Two men crawled out of Jonathan's wrecked freighter, glanced in Rifle in his hand. "I'm Jonathan Fawkes," said the castaway as he panted up, "pilot for Universal. I was wrecked." A tall elderly man held out his hand. He had a small black waxed have any personal belongings that you'd like to take with you, you'd best be getting them aboard." Jonathan's face broke into a grin. He said, "Do any of you know how to grow tobacco?" They glanced at each other in perplexity. Jonathan shook his head, began to load himself with tools, tobacco wilderness to escape the temptation of He shook his head. They argued, they cajoled, but Jonathan was adamant. He said, "You might report my accident to Universal. Tell them to stop the castaway, loaded like a pack mule, disappear in the direction from

<question>:
What was Ann intending to do with Johnathan under the trees before the other women showed up?

<options>:
A Sleep with him.
B Convince him to help her cook dinner.
C Ask him to be her boyfriend.
D Talk to him about how he became a pilot.

<answer>:

A