Build up to Granny Panties Scene: Troy stresses interest in Robyn's poetry. With her poetry book and an overnight bag in hand –because, um, you never know when you might get stranded overnight- Robyn gets lost trying to find Troy's condo. An impatient Troy calls her. “For a smart lady, you’re directionally challenged.” Robyn argues that she’s in the right spot; they must've mis-numbered the building.
Alas, Troy and Robyn unite with a hug and quick kiss.
Troy suggests dinner and agrees to Sipho’s, Robyn’s favorite, for Jamaican food. He picks up tab and impresses with his usual charm.
Back at Troy's two-bedroom condo, which he shares with roommate Matt, and which Matt conveniently vacated to attend concert, Troy offers a drink."I’ll take a fruity, girlie one.” Troy hands her a pinkish drink, and mixes a gin and tonic for himself. They sit on cozy loveseat to peruse Robyn's book.
"Very nice. I want you to sign it, since you're gonna be famous some day."
Robyn writes: "Thank you for being interested in my poetry (and me). =) xo."
Kissing starts. Arms get wrapped around each other, breathing deepens.
Movement to bedroom ensues.
Granny Panties Scene: As they stand by bed and kiss, Troy breaks away. "I haven't showered today... I'll be quick...Make yourself at home."
While Troy showers, Robyn changes into blue silk nightie. Receives text from womanizer friend, James: “Whatz up?” She writes: “On date. He's washing up.” James texts back: “Washing up? Then u can do me first.” She's flattered and flustered. Celibate for approximately twelve years, and now two prospective insertions tonight?! “Chill out, dude. Talk L8r,” she writes.
As Robyn shuts off her phone, Troy walks out, towel around waist. “Talking to your boyfriend?”
“Just a friend.” Robyn inches closer to Troy, who begins to adjust his plush pillows.
“Would you look at this!” Troy exclaims, reaching under a pillow. Troy pulls out a pair of very, very wide white cotton granny panties.
Robyn's head spins from the girlie drink and night's excitement. She fails to fully register the fact that the panties are fit for an elephant, not at all sexy. Another woman? A fairly wide one? Half confident, half perplexed, she asks casually, “Whose are those?”
Troy shakes his head in disapproval. “Matt did it. We pull pranks on each other.”
Two grown men acting like silly jokesters. Robyn loves it! “That’s pretty good,” she guffaws.
Troy walks out with the panties and places one of its very, very big holes around Matt's door knob.
Robyn quickly finds herself on Troy's bed with him. They start making-out again and uncover another pair of granny panties, this one under the comforter. Giggles. Then another under the pillows. Joke gets old.
Panties are tossed onto the camera lens. Audience can't view the rest...Kissing, touching, bodies get twisted and etc. Will it happen? Will there be an insertion? She prays, silently. I deserve it. It’s been so long. I'm a nice lady. I do good. And then – YES!! IT HAPPENS!! It’s in! Halleluj- Wait! Where’d it go? Was that it? Oh well, it happened. Right? Yeah, she's pretty sure. And she's happy.