So Susan runs a hot bath; in a fit of whimsy, she adds bubbles to it. Her tub is large even though she rarely uses it, and she finds herself grateful for its size now. Since it's so big, it takes some time to fill; this time is pleasurably spent kissing Lancelot.

Eventually, though, it's full. With a final kiss, she twists the taps off. "After you," she says.