Curious

"Where are we going?" he asked, trying vainly to keep up.  She was moving ahead with great strength and purpose, her powerful legs pushing through the thick sandy surf.

"You'll see," she told him, and redoubled her grip on his tiny feminine hand.

"You know," he said, after a moment, "maybe it's just me, but something doesn't seem quite right.  I'm not sure I can put my finger on it."

"Don't worry, doll," she told him with a crude laugh.  "I can put my finger on it.  And I will, you'll see."