<div class="floatright">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n9G8hS3AbI/TTZPr2MyujI/AAAAAAAABc0/5ezcGob2o-E/s400/Freddie+Ljungberg+Photo.jpg)</div><br/>Ken was driving back on his way home from work. He was a ranger at a state park in upstate New York, and he had just moved here a several weeks ago with his new wife. They had only been married a few months. When they first met, and as they dated, they were madly in love. Then they decided to get married. The honeymoon, and the first few weeks, had been great, with the same passion. But more recently, they had both settled into their routines, and their relationship had become more moderate.<br/><br/>They were both still happy with each other, but things weren't quite as exciting as they used to be. They needed something to mix up their relationship, to make them both more excited. Ken wasn't sure what he should do, though, as he had settled into the routine of work. It was late now, around 8PM, as he had had more work at the park recently. He just wanted to get home and relax at this point. He was glad, though, that he didn't have a night shift at the park, though it was not often that the park needed those. That was only when some suspicious activity was going on.<br/><br/>Recently, there had been some suspicious activity in the park, perhaps poachers or something of the sort. He had to do a few night shifts the past week for that, but things seemed to have come back to normal, so he was back to a more normal schedule. Hopefully after today, he would be able to get home earlier, he thought as he arrived at his house, a nice homey cabin-like house near the river, and the Canada border. He got home, and knocked on the door. He had a key, but he always liked it when his wife came to the door to greet him.