Umm, if you have an elevator at home, you don't need the "or"...
Maybe not such a good idea to have sex with a complete stranger in your home elevator...just thinkin’ out loud here...
“Oh, that was amazing, and in an elevator in your house...um...what’s your name?”
“My name? Oh but then we wouldn’t be strangers, would we? Yes, I enjoyed it very much. Now let’s get dressed before my significant other comes home, shall we?”
“Goodness, I can’t seem to find my panties.”
“You what? Can’t find your...panties? My god, you really need to find them, this is not a large elevator!”
“Well I can’t, and...do I hear someone shouting hello?”
“Omigod that’s my significant other, home early! OK, OK, be calm...just uh put the clothes back on...straighten ourselves up, and uh, look natural, and now just open the elevator door and walk out and...
“Why hello dear! Nice to see you home so early! This is...uh...why this is our new...housekeeper! Yes! Housekeeper! Got to run along and take her home, ta ta! Listen, uh...don’t take the elevator, take the stairs.”
“Why?”
“It’s uh...it’s out of order. Yes, out of order. I’ve called the repair people, don’t worry, just, uh don’t go into the elevator bye now!”
“Ok but why is a pair of women’s panties sticking out of your jacket pocket, dear?”
“Well perhaps our new housekeeper did the laundry, darling, well got to go, shove off, make myself scarce!”
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