Una now has the highly pleasant dilemma of deciding what she wants to do with him next. She forestalls the decision for a moment by climbing onto his lap and kissing him thoroughly while she gets him out of his shirt—and if he wants to finish the work of getting her out of her dress, she won't stop him.

Then—all right. She kisses her way down his chest and slides off his lap, and now she's the one on her knees, unfastening his trousers.