Ryguy — That’s the question, is it the right time, isn’t it, or in this case… okay well since you already explored and plundered me you might as well just get the job done. Excuse this mess while I turn into a puttering puddle.

Suddenly the place or time is now because all signals seem to be pointing toward “yes… yes… oh yes!” As he presses you down against the wood wall, you’re submitting, and hoping your little secret keeps secret. And that the music turns up higher in relation to your own crescendos.