(http://images.wisegeek.com/middle-aged-man-smiling-with-short-brown-hair.jpg)<br/>Peter Fergazzi, a late 30's public defendant, who was terribly over qualified to be assisting those on the lower circuit court cases, enjoyed his life for the most part. He was a terrific father, who always made time in his busy schedule to attend dance recitals, or his son's soccer and baseball games.  The children were truly the apple of his eye and he had worked hard in his career to make sure his family was supported.<br/><br/>It was the decline in his career, which started 4 years ago, that really put Peter into a Depression most days.  He took on a "suspected" mafia Boss' son who was indicted on drug charges.  It was his biggest paying, and most publicized case in his lifetime.  He had  argued the best defense possibly, and would have gotten his client off with a short jail sentence and hefty fines had it not been for a lying witness that was an informant for the FBI, trying to save his own ass.  The Jury ended up finding his client guilty and Judged ordered 25 years.  The family members tried to ask for a mistrial, and forged documents saying peter hadn't disclosed certain things, and misrepresented their son.  This led to his downfall, as he lost 90% of his clients and was forced to resign from his firm, only to accept a job as a public defender.<br/><br/>His wife seemed supportive at the time, and as luck would have it, she was actually rising in her field, becoming a partner.  Peter felt this was divine intervention, and they didn't have to sell their house or put the kids in public school, since Eva was now a partner and could support the family.  It didn't make him feel like much of a man, but considering lawyers work on reputation, his had been ruined and it would be years if not decades before he could clear his name and work his way back to the top.  He truly loved his wife with all his heart, she was brilliant and drop dead gorgeous.  He loved her taste in fashion, loved how her legs looked in heels.  He truly felt she was out of his league, but she was his. She seemed to Love him equally, but often grew annoyed over the years at the fact that he was working long hours and had trouble reaching the level of income he was making.  Stress was a part of their relationship, but didn't seem to be any more than a normal marriage.<br/><br/>Peter showered, threw on his khaki colored slacks and button down shirt before heading down to the kitchen to grab breakfast, and head out to try and beat rush hour traffic.  The kitchen was a zoo in the mornings between the Nanny, three kids and his wife all rushing to get out the door.  Briefcase in hand, Peter kissed each one on the fore head, pausing to kiss his wife on the cheek. He took one look at her outfit, feeling it was a bit much for work, and Friday at that.<br/><br/><strong>"Hun, Umm, don't you think that shirt shows a little too much, umm, cleavage"?</strong>he said in a hushed tone, trying not to grab the kid's attention.<strong>"And besides, it's Friday. You always dress casual on Friday, no?"</strong>