Well. It was "lonely". As in, "not very lonely at all". But that was why she was here, wasn't it? That was why she was half naked, on Wilkes lap, with his hands up her skirt. But.
Bridget nodded, a pouty look on her face. Once his shirt was nice and unbuttoned, she pushed it open. His hands were otherwise occupied, so she couldn't really pull it off. But open like that did the trick.