Quentin and Quincy board the elevator that will take them to the top floor for their monthly board meeting. “I’d much rather be at home.” Quincy remarks as he jabs the button for the top floor.


“So do I.”


“Quentin?”


Looking over a presentation Quentin hardly thinks. “Hmmm? Fuck!” Anything else is cut off by Quincy kissing him.


“I see a fine opportunity to scratch Sex on an Elevator off of our ‘Place To Do It Before We’re Fifty’ list.”