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

<passage>:
Jonathan Fawkes opened his eyes. He was flat on his back, and a girl "Is—is anything broken?" she asked. "Don't know. Help me up." Between them he managed to struggle to his wreckage." He shook his head. "No," he reassured her. "I left him on Mars. He had an attack of space sickness. I was all by myself that was the trouble. I'd stay at the controls as long as I could, then lock her on The girl didn't reply. She continued to watch him, a faint enigmatic smile on her lips. Jonathan glanced away in embarrassment. He wished that pretty women didn't upset him so. He said nervously, "Where am I? realized that the girl's dark blue eyes had strayed beyond him. A frown stomach and began to crawl away from the wreck. Jonathan Fawkes stared after her stupidly. "Get down!" she reiterated in a furious voice. He let himself to his hands and knees. "Ouch!" he said. He felt like he was being jabbed with pins. He must be one big bruise. He scuttled after the girl. "What's wrong?" foremost over the edge. Jonathan tumbled after her. He hit the bottom, Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship. "Where are you going?" cried Ann in alarm. "No!" She clutched his arm. He was surprised at the strength of her grip. "They'd kill you," she said. "I can sneak back," he insisted stubbornly. "They might loot the ship. Jonathan threw himself down backwards, kicked the girl's feet out from He paused shamefacedly. A second girl, he saw, was running toward her sarong fashion. She bounced to a stop in front of Jonathan, her A third girl skidded around the bend in the canyon. Jonathan backed off warily. Ann Clotilde cried in anguish: "Don't let him get away!" Jonathan chose the centaurs. He wheeled around, dashed back the way 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: " Jonathan had never been so humiliated in his life. He was known in the been broken three times. A thin white scar crawled down the bronze of his left cheek, relic of a barroom brawl on Venus. He was big, rangy, tough. And these girls had trounced him. Girls! He almost wept from mortification. He said, "Put me down. I'll walk." break." Jonathan Fawkes' humiliation was complete. He meekly trudged between two husky females, who ogled him shamelessly. He was amazed at the ease with which they had carried him. He was six feet three and no light weight. He thought enviously of the centaurs, free to gallop across the plains. He wished he was a centaur. one of his captors. "Just don't look down." "I'm not afraid," said Jonathan hotly. To prove it he trod the narrow ledge with scorn. His foot struck a pebble. Both feet went out from Jonathan mistook them for horses. Then he saw that from the withers up of the girls' phenomenal strength out of his mind. Then it occurred to him that the asteroid, most likely, was smaller even than Earth's moon. He must weigh about a thirtieth of what he usually did, due to the lessened gravity. It also occurred to him that they would be thirty times as strong. He was staggered. He wished he had a smoke. At length, the amazons and the centaurs tired of bandying insults 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. "A man!" screamed a husky blonde. She was wearing a grass skirt. She had green eyes. "We're rescued!" "No. No," Ann Clotilde hastened to explain. "He was wrecked like us." "Oh," came a disappointed chorus. "I did," said Olga. She chucked Jonathan under the chin. He shivered forward and held his chair. They all waited politely for him to be seated before they took their places. He felt silly. He felt like women. As the meal boisterously progressed, he regained sufficient courage caught him staring at her and rolled her eyes at him. He returned his bone. "Heaven forbid," he said. "How about coming with me to gather fruit?" cried the green-eyed until the cups and plates danced. Jonathan had gathered that she was "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 They expelled their breath, but not for an instant did they relax the barrage of their eyes. He shifted position in embarrassment. The movement pulled his muscles like a rack. Furthermore, an overpowering lassitude was threatening to pop him off to sleep before their eyes. "You look exhausted," said Ann. Jonathan dragged himself back from the edge of sleep. "Just tired," he mumbled. "Haven't had a good night's rest since I left Mars." Indeed it was only by the most painful effort that he kept awake at all. His eyelids drooped lower and lower. Jonathan was slumped forward across the table, his head buried in his arms. "Help me with these boots." But they resisted every tug. "It's no use," groaned Ann, straightening up and wiping her bright yellow hair back from her eyes. "His feet have swollen. We'll have to cut them off." At these words, Jonathan raised upright as if someone had pulled a rope. Olga clapped her hand to her forehead. "And this," she cried "is what we've been praying for during the last three years." The next day found Jonathan Fawkes hobbling around by the aid of a presumed, gone about their chores: hunting, fishing, gathering fruits and berries. He emerged all the way and set out for the creek. He walked with an exaggerated limp just in case any of them should be hanging around. As long as he was an invalid he was safe, he hoped. He sighed. Not every man could be waited on so solicitously by "How's the invalid?" she said, seating herself beside him. "Hot, isn't it?" he said. He started to rise. Ann Clotilde placed the flat of her hand on his chest and shoved. " " he grunted. He sat down rather more forcibly than he had risen. hungry boa constrictor draped itself in his arms. He mopped his brow with his sleeve. "Suppose the rest should come," he said in an embarrassed voice. Jonathan put his arm around her gingerly. "Ouch!" He winced. He had forgotten his sore muscles. "I forgot," said Ann Clotilde in a contrite voice. She tried to rise. "You're hurt." He pulled her back down. "Not so you could notice it," he grinned. "Well!" came the strident voice of Billy from behind them. "We're Jonathan leaped to his feet, dumping Ann to the ground. He jerked features were grim. He said: "I don't feel so well after all." "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 Jonathan edged away in consternation. Jonathan never stopped until he was back in the canyon leading to the surprise at Jonathan. A third man ran from the cruiser, a Dixon Ray Jonathan laughed outright. "You are sure you won't return, young man?" He shook his head. They argued, they cajoled, but Jonathan was adamant.

<question>:
Why was Jonathan ashamed when the second girl showed up?

<options>:
A He had attacked a woman
B He was embarrassed by her beauty
C She was wearing a sarong
D He was injured and weak

<answer>:

A