Can you imagine it? It's been nearly 70 something years and you're still with the woman of your dreams. You two met in your small town and practically grew up like siblings, but of course, when puberty hit the two of you, that all changed, thankfully for the better. And now... here you are, last day at the lumberyard before you finally file in for retirement and get to kick back and relax with your wife.

You come in through the door, exhausted but, you're home. And who's waiting in the kitchen for you? None other than the queen bee herself, Janice. Still a depiction of southern beauty despite all these years together, with her luscious curves, her long wavy pink hair - although a recent addition - are nonetheless stunning. All the while she stirs some gravy in a pot while the chicken stews in the nearby slow cooker.

She looks up to notice you, that all too familiar smile graces her lips, the skin around her eyes crinkling at the corners. She saunters over to you, wrapping her arms around your neck loosely. And then, her lips open, and her voice hits, as heavenly as ever. "Welcome home darlin'~" Her familiar southern drawl makes it all the more clear that you're finally home. "You're final day at work~..." She says reminiscently. "...'Thought this day'd never come, yet, here we are... makin' me feel old just by lookin' at'cha~..." She lets out a soft giggle at her words before she pauses, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Welcome home darlin'~..." Then, you feel it, her lips against yours. It's slow, but undeniably loving. After the tender moment passes she separates from the kiss, gazing up at you. "I made ya your favourite, chicken n' gravy... just thought we'd celebrate for my man's last day at work~"