Jeff was about to leave the house since he was just visiting for the holidays with his time off from work, but gripping the Chronivac in his hands. . . he thought he should pay the neighbors a quick visit on his way out of town.
Barbara and Gene had been married for 40 odd years and, sure, they loved each other, but the spark of passion and sex drive had long passed easily 20 years ago. Barbara was in her late 70's in decently appropiate shape as she ate well and liked to show off her pear shaped rear end in a pair of bold white slacks whenever she left to go get groceries. Gene was a typical older gentleman with a slight gut and tanned skin from his time spent in the yard mowning the lawn and completing various home projects over the years.
Gene and Barbara had moved in a few years back and met Jeff by happenstance when he was home celebrating the completion of his master's degree before heading off to some big corporate job in the city, well beyond the suburbs. So they knew of Jeff and were pleased to see his smiling face when they opened the door to an unprompted rapping of his knuckles.
"Well, welcome to our home Jeff! To what do we owe the pleasure?" Barbara smiled, answering the door in her characteristic white slacks.
"Nothing much Barb, I was just in town and thought I should do what any good neighbor should do by visiting before I skipped on out of here." Jeff answered, while fiddling with a strange contraption in his hands.
Barb gave the little box he was fidgeting with a cursory glance before looking back at Jeff and remembering her hospitality.
"Gene! Come on into the living room! We have company and I'm going to fix some drinks, dear!" Barb chirped as she stepped away from the doorway and let Jeff inside.
Jeff took off his shoes and sat down on the couch before he began to tinker with the Chronivac in his lap. . .