"Take the highway," he instructed her, imagining her following his directions, to the letter, as thorough as always. He could tell where she was at every point, following her progress in his own inimitable way.
"You know, Clarice, it would be much easier to simply have a telephone conversation, perhaps for both of us. But I'd like to see you while I talk to you again. A civilized conversation, if you will. By the way, you have very shapely feet.
He estimated how far she must have driven by now. "Take Exit 14-A now!" he instructed her, giving her no time to do anything but obey.