"God, you're impatient," says Joyce, but she doesn't want the extra clothes on any more than he does. There's going to be no graceful way to take off her panties and her garter belt while she's still sitting across him, so she rolls her hips one more time and then she shifts, slipping off the bed so that she can peel those things off, one thing at a time until she's standing there, naked as the day she was born. She blushes, softly.

"Everything you were hoping for?" she asks, leaning in to hook her fingers over the elastic of his boxers.