an antique clock ticks crisply on the dresser. wills stands before a mahogany mirror, buttoning a freshly laundered white shirt.
cloaked in deep shadow, set off against a rainy window pane, we see wills, his shirt off, on top of charlotte whose blouse is open. he passionately kisses her neck and mouth.
wills and charlotte, kissing deeply, tumble fully clothed onto the bed. as their passion builds, wills reaches for the bedside lamp.
wills and charlotte stand, disrobing in the near-total darkness. they converse in whispers, between kisses --
charlotte and wills are little more than silhouettes, lying entwined in the rich darkness, conversing in whispers:
wills sits up, wearing glasses, reading a book. charlotte enters from the bathroom wearing a flannel night shirt --