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

<passage>:
Being space-wrecked and marooned is tough enough. But to face the horrors of such a bunk aboard the space ship. "You're not dead?" "I've some doubt about that," he replied dryly. He levered himself to 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 had an attack of space sickness. I was all by myself that was the "I was going to explain," he heard her say. "We think that we are on an asteroid." "We?" he looked back at her. "Yes. There are twenty-seven of us. We were on our way to Jupiter, too, She nodded her head. "Only twenty-seven of us came through the crash." "Everybody thought your space ship hit a meteor," he said. "We hit this asteroid." four miles," she said. "I think so," he said. Jonathan Fawkes fidgeted uncomfortably. He would rather pilot a space ship through a meteor field than face twenty-seven young women. They were the only thing in the Spaceways of which he was in awe. Then he precipitate. Jonathan limped to a halt. High boots and breeches, the uniform of Universal's space pilots, hadn't been designed for walking. "Hold on," he said. He felt in his pockets, withdrew an empty cigarette package, crumpled it and hurled it to the ground. The girl shook her head. "We ran out of tobacco the first few months we were here." Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship. "Where are you going?" cried Ann in alarm. He said, "I've got a couple of cartons of cigarettes back at the freighter. Centaurs or no centaurs, I'm going to get a smoke." "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. warily. Ann Clotilde cried in anguish: "Don't let him get away!" Jonathan chose the centaurs. He wheeled around, dashed back the way "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 break." 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 Amazons and centaurs, he thought again. He couldn't get the problem 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 They started down a winding path. The space liner disappeared behind a promontory of the mountain. Jonathan steeled himself for the coming ordeal. He would have sat down and refused to budge except that he knew looked away hastily. 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. the voices of girls in the honky tonks on Venus. She looked at him 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." He was propelled jubilantly into the palatial dining salon of the a captive princess. All the confidence engendered by the familiar settings of the space ship went out of him like wind. He, Jonathan Fawkes, was a castaway on an asteroid inhabited by twenty-seven wild women. "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 wanted to sleep. "What?" he said. "Is there any possibility of repairing your ship?" repeated Billy. "Not outside the space docks." They expelled their breath, but not for an instant did they relax the barrage of their eyes. He shifted position in embarrassment. The 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 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 twenty-seven handsome strapping amazons. He wished he could carry it with his sleeve. "Suppose the rest should come," he said in an embarrassed voice. "They're busy. They won't be here until I call them to lunch. Your he scrambled out of the gulley, glanced in the direction of his space ship. He blinked his eyes, stared. Then he waved his arms, shouted and tore across the prairie. A trim space cruiser was resting beside the wreck of his own. Across its gleaming monaloid hull ran an inscription in silver letters: "INTERSTELLAR COSMOGRAPHY SOCIETY." Two men crawled out of Jonathan's wrecked freighter, glanced in surprise at Jonathan. A third man ran from the cruiser, a Dixon Ray Interstellar Cosmography Society. We've been commissioned to make a cursory examination of this asteroid. You had a nasty crack up, Mr. Fawkes. But you are in luck, sir. We were on the point of returning gingerly, respectfully. "We're a week overdue now," he said. "If you have any personal belongings that you'd like to take with you, you'd best be getting them aboard." They glanced at each other in perplexity. "I like it here," continued Jonathan. "I'm not going back." "What?" cried the three explorers in one breath. "I'm going to stay," he repeated. "I only came back here after the cigarettes." "But it will be three years before the asteroid's orbit brings it back in the space lanes," said Doctor Boynton. "You don't possibly expect to be picked up before then!" Jonathan shook his head, began to load himself with tools, tobacco "You are sure you won't return, young man?" 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 one of their Jupiter-bound freighters here when the asteroid swings back in the space ways. I'll have a load for them." Inside the ship, Doctor Boynton moved over to a round transparent port hole. "What a strange fellow," he murmured. He was just in time to see the castaway, loaded like a pack mule, disappear in the direction from

<question>:
Johnathan doesn't tell the Interstellar Cosmography Society about the twenty-seven women who are waiting to be rescued because...

<options>:
A it is his way to get back at the women for dominating and humiliating him.
B he wants to keep the women all to himself and enjoy their sexual overtures for the next three years.
C he realizes that the Interstellar Cosmography Society would take advantage of the women, so he keeps their existence a secret in order to protect them.
D he realizes that telling them would be futile since the Interstellar Cosmography Society's space cruiser only has space for one more passenger.

<answer>:

B