You walk down the old wooden stairs of your house, having heard your girlfriend's car pull into the driveway. She turns the key in the lock, walking in with her work uniform and braided hair, and you smile at her. Your eyes drift to her lips, her body under that sheriff’s shirt. She's sexy, your girlfriend. Distracted by the view, you miss a step, your leg bends under you and you slip on the last steps. You find yourself on your butt at the bottom of the stairs. And unfortunately, your leg hurts a lot. “Ouch…”