<div class="floatright">(http://i48.tinypic.com/k3vyp1.jpg)</div>Shortly after 7 PM, a sleek black Lambourghini Diablo rolled up and parked along the roundabout driveway. Out stepped Jim Beem, star of over two thousand adult movies. He wasn't sure how he landed this particular gig, but it paid well, and it could be good for some fun along the way.<br/><br/>He'd just spent several hours wrangling with the freight company about why none of the desks had been delivered; without the desks, there was no point in bringing the laptops in. The house was fully wired and ready to go, but seriously. No desks? They were supposed to have been here Wednesday.<br/><br/>He walked up the driveway to the house. Everything was quiet.<em>Too</em>quiet. He shook off the memories of one particularly bad porn movie, and went in.<br/><br/>"Honey, I'm home!" he shouted into the household, knowing that it wouldn't be heard in any of the bedrooms or the showers.