Our neighbours and their dog.
Christine and I (Marvin) had been married for three years. I was 23 and she was 22. We lived with my parents and finally bought a house in the same town. We were really happy to be out on our own and celebrated by having sex in every room. Nothing wild and weird, just straight sex. We soon realised that most of the people in our street had been there for decades. It was like an old people’s home only separate houses. But one day we went for a walk and saw a couple roughly our age living two doors down. We said hello as we walked passed. Over the next few weeks we saw them several times, either in their front yard and when we were shopping. They seemed very friendly so Christine invited …