It was 10:00PM. 99 was working on a case, and hadn't come home, yet. Max sat in the living room and watched TV.
At last, she came in. "Hi, Max."
"99, at last!"
He got up, and they kissed.
"Were you worried about me?," she asked.
"A little."
"Well, it was mostly just observing. When I saw Yankov, I was able to make a quick arrest with little problems."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"I'm bushed! I think I'll soak in a bubble bath, before going to bed."
"OK."
She went into the bedroom. She kicked off her shoes, then went into the bathroom. She corked the tub and turned the water on. She let it fill the tub, then she poured bubble bath liquid into it. It formed a nice foam.
She tested the water with her hand. Then she got in—with her dress still on! When she had settled herself, she let out a contented sigh.
A few minutes later, Max came in. He had changed into his pajamas.
"Excuse me, 99, I'm just brushing my teeth."
"Sure, Max."
He did this and left. But then, he came back in and stared at her.
"99, you're taking a bath with all your clothes on!"
"Weird, isn't it! I was so exhausted, I didn't have the energy to take them off."
He continued staring at her."
"You don't approve?"
"No—I mean, yes—I mean. . . 99, mind if I join you?"
She smiled. "There's room for one more!"
He took his bedroom slippers off. Then he got into the tub with his pajamas on!
"Max, you didn't have to wear YOUR clothes!"
"Since you're doing it, I thought I'd do it, too! Would you like a foot massage?"
She smiled. "Thank you, Maxy!"
"Maxy—I love it!"
She put her feet in his lap, and he began massaging them.
"Maxy, what would I do with out you!"
"I don't know, 99."
They relaxed, a while.
"Let's do this once a week, 99."
"Good idea."
"Only next time, let's not wear clothes!"
"Yes, Maxy!"