The Millers: Welcome to the neighborhood.
 

The sun was heading down on a day on Mill Lane. The Miller's home was a two story large home. The lawn was well kept as was the white picket fence. A non descript black car pulled into the driveway and a singed scientist grumbled as he got out of the drivers seat. He walked to the door and opened it and walked in.

"I'm home." Harry said. He walked upstairs and into his bed room and changed into casual cloths.

"What's for dinner?"

Joanna Miller was standing in the kitchen when her husband got home. She wiped her hands on her apron which was covering her modest sundress.

"We're having speghetti." She answered him stirring the pot of sauce a bit, "How was you day at work?"

Harry came down the stairs. "Bad, We were working on our laser project. Then these psychopaths in masks, and wearing garish leotards comes in and starts beating up my lab assisstants. Then the bigger of the two kicks the laser over and sets the whole lab on fire. I barely got out alive. So I'm going to need to be going to the office more often until we can move into our secondary lab facility." He entered the kitchen and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek. "Smells delicious in here, how was your day, honey."

At that moment, Kerry came out of a door and walked to the fridge. "Eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs..." he was muttering the same word as he walked. Opening the fridge, he pulled out the eggbox and went into another room.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Why again aren't we charging rent for that one?" He asked his wife.

Joanna seemed unworried about the seemingly crazy man who came in to get eggs, "Because he needs somewhere to stay, and I don't think he has that much money on him." she said, stirring the pot, "Besides, he's not hurting anyone." She then switched topics, "And my day was fairly uneventful. I cleaned, I cooked. I went out for a walk at the beach." She said evenly.

"It's days like this I wish I could join you for those walks on the beach," he said. "but we both know I need my lab to stay sane. Remember that month after I broke both my legs in the lab accident?"

Cassandra walked into the house she called home now and dumped her paramedic bag on the floor. Her uniform was spotted with bloodstains from the day's work. She kicked off her boots and walked into the kitchen to grab a soda. "Hi Mr. M, Mrs. M. Do you have any club soda? It's really hard to get blood stains out of my uniform without it."

"GOOD LORD! I hope that's not yours. Are you moonlighting in a slaughter house." He pulled out a bottle of club soda and handed it to his border.

"Oh Juantissimo, take me in your arms so that we can consumate our love."
"But Caramella, we consumated our love many times. Most of the times more than once."
"Yes, but now that you've killed my cruel, loveless husband, we can consumate as a true couple." Her blouse fell to the Perisian carpet, revealing her heaving love blossoms.
"Oh, that is so true." His trousers dropped, letting loose his mighty snake.
As the sun set, their love became final.
Fin

"God this is bad." Job leant back and massaged his neck. "Better tell Betty I've got another best-seller for her to pitch." His neck craned around to look at the bureu at the opposite wall. His stomach grumbled but he shook his head. "Not tonight...maybe the Millers have something cooking. They've got most of the street living there anyway."

He got up, put on a shirt and pants, then walked next door, arbitrarily knocking before strolling on through and standing at the kitchen entrance. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I get a last minute reservation at the Miller table? My in house cook's been sick and I'm way too frazzled to go out. I tell ya, if I have to think of another way to say penis and breast without saying penis and breast I'll go kookoo." He sniffed the air. "Mmm, spaghetti. Are there any accompanying love sacks...eer, pleasure spheres...meatballs I mean."