Jim strolled out to the family minivan carrying his youngest, a two year old boy who was squirming and wanted to get down and walk on his own.<br/><br/>“Hurry Daddy!  I’ll be late for soccer.”  His oldest daughter yelled from her seat.  She was 10.   His middle child was a 7 year old boy on his way to baseball.<br/><br/>This was a typical Saturday at the Cleavers since Jim had been laid off.  After struggling and drawing a blank on finding a new job his wife had started her own business.  He was still rather vague about it.  She had told him that she was part of a multi-billion dollar service industry providing her services both in person and over the internet.  He had not really questioned her further and the money did roll in.  In the meantime, he spent his weekdays volunteering at the kid’s school, coaching soccer and little league, and generally staying out of his wife’s way while she worked.  He enjoyed the time with his kids.<br/><br/>He also had noticed some improvements in how his wife looked.  She had always been good looking, and the “Mommy Make Over” she had insisted on after the birth of their youngest had kept those looks.  They were the perfect middle American family whose lives were composed of church, PTA, and work.  He had noticed that his wife’s fashion sense had gotten … more provocative was how he thought of it.  She had explained that it helped her get in the door for sales calls.  “Businessmen like to spend time with good looking women, right?” she had said.  That was, of course, true.<br/><br/>He had kissed her goodbye as she entered her office – her “inner sanctum” where neither he, nor the kids were allowed.  He would be gone for most of the day.<br/>