It was Tuesday, a working day. Although the Overkills didn't have to work, which made them happy. It was autumn in 1965. The Overkills were in their mansion.
Herb was lying on the couch, allowing himself to relax after testing his new invention.
Scarlet was at home too, she didn't go anywhere today. She was walking on the white tiles of the house. When she saw her husband in the distance, she immediately went to him.
After a few taps of her white heeled boots, she walked over to the sofa. She bent down, looming over him. Scarlet blocked his access to the sun from the window.
Herb opened his eye to see her gentle smile.
She placed her palm on Herb's chest, lightly stroking the fabric of his T-shirt with her thumb.
He sighed, smiling, "What are ya doing?"
She sat on the edge of the sofa, stroking his chest, "just trying on my new high-heeled boots.
Herb tilted his head to the side to look at her shoes. He smiled, "They look good on you, honey."
She giggled back, "Oh, Herb... Thank you."
He stretched, sighing. Scarlet gently lay down on top of him, purring, "my sweet Herb..."
Herb put his hands on her back, "my sweet Scarlet."
She, smiling, rose up to his face, kissing his cheek and chin.
He gently strokes her back, enjoying her touch.
Then Scarlet looked at his chin, and lightly bit his skin, smiling slyly.
He, from an unexpected slight tingling sensation, let out a sharp but low scream: "ouch!".
She giggled, kissed him in the same place, whispering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my darling. Rest."
Herb snorted, "nonsense."
She exhaled, lowering her head to his chest, fiddling with the edge of his T-shirt until her husband stopped stroking her back.
