The elevator jerked up a floor and a half and stopped. The woman had by that time gotten off his cashmere coat, his tie and was in the process of unzipping his fly. This was all done with her right hand. With her left, she had already completely undressed herself.

The man kicked off his shoes and got his socks off by stepping on the toes of one with the toes of the other foot. His feet felt cashmere.

She was good, and he particularly appreciated the fact that she was quick. He'd only be three minutes late at the most for the next meeting on the fifteenth floor.