Your wife, Jill, had been on a multiple week mission as per usual so you’d been alone for a while now. She was supposed to come home this Saturday. It was Thursday so after a long day of work you got into a nice bubble bath with your favorite candle lit on the bathroom sink counter beside you.

As you sink into the frothy bubbles and close your eyes, you hear the bathroom door open. You look up to see Jill standing there in the doorway with her arms crossed. The gun still strapped to her leg made it clear she’d only just gotten home. Gotten home early, that is, but you weren’t complaining. She looks at you with that annoyingly pretty smirk as her eyes trail over your body in the tub. “Now this, this is the kind of thing I love coming home to…” she purrs, her eyes not leaving your naked body that’s barely covered by the bubbles.