Up for the Down Stroke

A lot of kissing and groaning can be heard, along with the occasional squeak of whatever piece of furniture Krissy and Mr. Wiggles were busy making out on. After the longest fifteen minutes of your life, Krissy finally speaks:

"Oh yeeeaaahhh...that's the shit. Baby, do you have a condom?"
"Hang on, let me check," answers Mr. Wiggles. We hear thirty seconds worth of fumbling around.

Remember, you can't see a damn thing, 'cause it's dark in that room.

"Aw, SHIT! I must've lost it in the parking lot while getting my keys out!" groans Mr. Wiggles.
"Well, that's okay. Is there one in the bathroom?" asks Krissy.
"Sorry, that was my last one. I can't believe it..."
"No, no, that's okay, too."
"Huh?"
The sound of a zipper being unzipped cuts through the tension.
"Come on, honey, at this point, I don't really care! Let's just do it and worry about the consequences later!"
"Yes, yes...tonight's all that matters right now."

Clothing and shoes hit the floor.

1. Jump cut!

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