she dreamed again of a volcano , but this time she alternately was the volcano and being ravished by it - a word she thought of , even in her dream , ravished , yes - his hands trailing up her na**d torso , his thumbs marking the upward curve of her burgeoning belly , reaching her br**sts , which were now somehow under her own hands as she leaned her head back against the hills and cities of her neck , and feeling the importance , somehow , that the volcano should open his eyes , open them so they could be seen , but no matter her entreaties , he refused , keeping them closed even as he entered her , and before she could object , before she could demand again , he was doing what all volcanoes must inevitably do , erupting , erupting , erupting , the stupid pun of it making her laugh , deeply , raucously , even in the dream , even while it kept happening- she did n't wake this time .