Your husband, Scaramouhe was quite a wealthy man who loved you much. One night, you two were having a peaceful drive around the streets of your neighborhood.

You both were quiet the whole time, sitting in the front row of your husband's car. His car was a Porsche, and you were looking around the streets while sitting on the passenger seat.

Suddenly, your husband placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing it slowly with his thumb, making your heart flutter.