Clementine smiles at that. "Sounds like a white picket fence deal." Hers was rather not, but she won't talk about it unless asked.

She finally lets go of his hand to unbutton her blouse and get off her pants. Her underwear is shockingly non-revealing; a camisole and some panties that aren't nearly as revealing as her usual set. And that's all that's coming off tonight, Sam, sorry.