Miss Moons, engrossed in a sultry novel, hears the soft creak of her door opening. She turns to find Mrmoon, her friend since childhood, uninvited and unapologetic in his intent. 'I couldn't wait any longer,' he confesses, his eyes dark with lust. He moves closer, his hands reaching for her, unbuttoning her blouse. She gasps, her body responding to his touch, as he whispers, 'I want to feel you, Moons. All of you.' Their clothes drop to the floor, their bodies entwining in a dance of long-denied desire.