A Perfect Life

I tried my best to do those little things around the house to keep the place neat and tidy, but Kylynn was making so much money that she hired a maid to keep the place spotless. She said that she didn't want me toiling away all day when she could afford to have maids do it for us.

Now I was desperate, I had nothing to do all day except watch this sexy thing clean our house... that and drool a lot while I watched her.

To keep away from temptation I concentrated on writing and submitting résumé after résumé, however there were no responses from any of the companies. I know that times are hard right now, but all of the rejections were shattering my self-esteem.

I became very depressed, so when Kylynn would finally drag herself in from work, I wasn't able to do much but whine about my lack of results. I know that I wasn't the best of company at this point and Kylynn was nothing but sympathetic and comforting.

The lack of response from the many companies and not even being able to generate an interview, I had begun thinking that somehow I had been, blackballed.

Finally, Kylynn suggested that her company, Feminine Genetic Research Inc. might just be in the market for a production manager.

"I wouldn't be working for you, would I?" I asked jokingly.

"Silly boy! I'm in research. The Production department is completely different," Kylynn answered with a smile and a hug.

"I guess I haven't been doing too well on my ambition to make enough money so that you could live in luxury with no troubles and just your loving husband to concentrate on, have I?" I half asked, half stated.

"I know you'd like to be the macho caveman and bring home the raw meat for your cavewoman to cook, but this is the twenty first century honey. I love you whether you make a zillion dollars or even if I wind up being the cavewoman/Amazon who brings home the fatted calf for my househusband to handle. Would you object so much being a kept man?" she smiled up at me.