It was 5 PM and Jeff Landers just pulled into the driveway after a long, exhausting and somewhat depressing day at work.  Having been at the marketing and advertising company for over 10 years, he was once again overlooked for a promotion as an account executive.  He was on the verge of quitting when the VP talked some sense into him, and reassured him, he was next in line for a promotion.  Ah, but he had all but heard that one several times before.  He replayed over and over in his head the day's events, as he grabbed his briefcase and sports jacket from the backseat, mumbling incoherently about how much he hated his job.  He reluctantly climbed the steps to the front door.  He hadn't even noticed the fact that his wife's car was all ready parked in the driveway and she had beaten him home.  Unlocking the door, he closed it behind him and tossed his keys on the small stand where he laid his briefcase.<br/>Normally, there was the smell of a delicious meal brewing in the Kitchen the rare times his wife was home before him.  Jeff though wasn't hungry, but had noticed there wasn't any cooking taking place in the kitchen.  He was solely focused on the six pack of beer he had stashed in the fridge.  After a day like this one, he wasn't even sure the six pack would be enough. "Honey, I'm Home..." his voice trailed off and muffled as he stuck his head into the fridge to dig the beer out from the back.  Twisting the cap off one of the bottles, he shuffled his feet into the dark living room, grabbed the remote off the table and turned on ESPN.  He assumed his wife was upstairs changing and would be down sooner or later.<br/>(http://watermarked.cutcaster.com/cutcaster-photo-100239485-Male-With-Beer-Watching-TV.jpg)