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Lazlo Zalezac
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A Different Sort Of Lifestyle
Chapter 11: A Pleasant Surprise
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2006

The evening went much better than Jack could have possibly 
imagined. Everyone was very nice and polite. When offered his 
choice between wine and beer, there had been no raised eyebrows 
when he asked for beer. He was even pleased to see that it was a 
real beer, not one of those fancy beers. They had been attentive to 
them, refilling their drinks when the glass was empty. 

There weren't any cheap shots about the difference in their 
incomes. In fact, there were times when he suspected that the 
Anders were embarrassed by the size of their house. There were 
little comments about it being too big or too much work. He didn't 
know what to make of it.

He was surprised by the respect the adult Anders showed his wife 
and daughter. They even called his daughter Miss McCullum. 
Sharon and Cathy had complimented the women on their clothes; 
making the kind of fuss over them that women usually did. He 
could tell that Lisa reveled in the attention.

Having expected to find spoiled rich kids, he was pleased to see 
that their kids didn't act spoiled. Harry and their daughter had 
called him, Mr. McCullum and his wife, Mrs. McCullum. When 
answering questions, they used sir and ma'am. They didn't make 
little comments about how much money they had. Harry had even 
mentioned getting a part-time job. That had impressed him.

There had even been an amusing incident when the daughter's date 
had arrived. Greg had asked the young man if he enjoyed hunting. 
The boy had stared at him in shock. Greg had gone on to invite the 
young man to go hunting claiming that at least one of them would 
have a good time. If they both would have a good time would 
depend on how well the young man treated his daughter. When the 
young couple had left on their date, Greg had winked at Jack as if 
giving him credit for the idea.

Dinner had gone much better than Jack had anticipated when he 
had first seen the dinner table. His mother had made sure that he 
had a basic understanding of manners. He still remembered the 
basic rules like age before beauty and ladies first. She'd even 
taught him that you used silverware from the outside in. He'd 
managed to survive the meal without embarrassing himself. He had 
noticed the look of surprise on his wife's face when he had 
immediately grabbed the correct fork for the salad dish.

It was strange to watch his daughter and her date participate in the 
dinner conversation in the same way an adult would. Listening to 
his daughter talk about current events surprised him. He had no 
idea that she had kept up with the news. She even had her own 
opinions about the current leadership in Washington. Some of 
them paralleled his while others were significantly different. He 
was proud of her. 

When the dinner was over, Greg stood and said, "If you would 
excuse Jack and me, we'll retire to the patio for after-dinner 
drinks."

Sharon had said, "Go ahead. June and I will have a little coffee. I 
think the kids would enjoy a little time in the family room."

Greg led Jack out to the patio and gestured to a chair. When Jack 
had seated himself, Greg asked, "What would you like? Are you a 
scotch or a whiskey man?"

"I'll take a scotch," Jack answered. Now that he was alone with 
Greg, he expected the insults to start. A good stiff drink was 
actually appreciated.

"On the rocks?"

"Yes, please," Jack answered. He watched as the man prepared 
two drinks. 

Returning to the table, Greg handed him a drink and then took a 
seat. After taking a sip of his drink, he asked, "You ever wake up 
one day and ask yourself what in the hell happened to your life?"

"Yes," Jack answered cautiously. He hadn't been expecting that 
question.

"That happened to me about two months ago. I was lucky enough 
to discover the answer, otherwise I would have thrown everything 
I had away," Greg said.

Jack took a sip of his drink and figured the moment where the 
boasting would begin had arrived. He knew he was supposed to 
say something, but he didn't know what to say. 

"I realized that I didn't know my wife or kids any more. My wife 
had turned into a slob. My kids were sullen and withdrawn. We 
were in debt over our heads. I was working on an ulcer worrying 
about the bills. My home life was spent taking care of the yard, the 
pool, and hundreds of little errands. Needless to say, I wasn't a 
happy man."

The idea that someone who lived in a house like this would be 
worried about debts ran counter to Jack's expectations. Rather than 
express his doubts, he said, "I can imagine."

"I hated coming home. I'd stop at the sports bar at the corner and 
have a couple of beers before heading to the house. Coming home, 
I'd feel bloated from beer and popcorn. All of that changed two 
months ago."

"What happened?" Jack asked. He definitely hadn't thought he'd 
be talking to this guy about marriage problems.

Greg smiled and said, "I bet you are wondering about the 
tuxedoes."

"Yes," Jack answered.

"Two months ago I was invited to a dinner party. They expected 
me to wear a tuxedo and my wife to wear a formal gown. I've got 
to admit I felt pretty stupid wearing a tuxedo to go have dinner at 
someone's house. I imagine that you probably had the same 
feelings about coming over here," Greg said. He paused to look at 
Jack.

Jack nodded and said, "You might say that."

"My wife thought I was crazy to make her wear a formal gown, but 
I understood why I was doing it. You see, we were going over to 
the house of a couple who had created their own unique world 
inside their house. It was like something out of an old film. We've 
tried to recreate that world here, but we haven't quite got it down 
yet."

"Oh."

"I didn't really want to drag you over here like this. I thought a 
barbecue would be a better idea, but my wife is really working 
hard to make this lifestyle work. I just couldn't insist," Greg said. 
He shook his head thinking that he was doing a horrible job of 
explaining this evening. 

"I had thought a barbecue would be a good idea," Jack said.

"Yeah, I was pretty sure that you thought this was a little 
pretentious. It may seem that way, but it wasn't meant to be."

"It wasn't?"

"You see, we would have been wearing these same clothes even if 
you hadn't come over for dinner. Did you see my wife in her 
dress?"

"Yes, I did," Jack answered. He thought Sharon was an attractive 
woman although he didn't care for short hair. His wife had better 
defined curves than Sharon and he liked that about his wife a lot. 
June was much closer to the playboy figure.

"She's a beautiful woman. There was a time when I wouldn't have 
said that. She used to wear tee shirts and these horrible stretch 
pants. God, I hated those pants. Now I look at her and think to 
myself that she's a beautiful woman. She likes the way that I look 
in a tuxedo. I'll wear this tuxedo to look at her wearing that dress 
anytime. You see, we're wearing these clothes for us and not to 
impress anyone," Greg said.

"I'll admit that I was pleased by how my wife looked in her dress," 
Jack admitted. He hadn't thought about asking his wife to dress up 
for dinner. It was a novel idea and he decided that he would ask his 
wife to do it at home. He had definitely appreciated the way she 
looked tonight. 

"All of this formal stuff is just to help us to treat each other nicely. 
We say please and thank you. It allows us to talk about our day 
without feeling like we are going to get insulted."

"I guess I can see how that would be," Jack said. He wasn't really 
insulted at home. It was just that his opinion was ignored.

"Before we started doing this, we didn't talk to each other at all. 
Harry had his learner's permit for months before I found out. He'd 
been trying to ask me to take him driving and I'd never given him 
the chance to ask. Boy, did I feel like shit when I found out."

Hearing that, Jack was surprised that Harry even talked to his 
father. Shaking his head, he said, "I bet you did. I'm surprised 
Harry even talks with you."

"Same here," Greg admitted. He had a feeling that a day of 
reckoning was still on the horizon. It was his hope that he'd 
survive it. He added, "That kind of made me realize that I had to 
actually listen to what the kids were saying to me. I mean, really 
listen to them. The weird thing is that they started listening to me, 
too."

He could see how that would be nice. It would be a change to have 
his wife and daughter actually listen to him. Maybe they would 
understand how worried he was about money. Cautiously, Jack 
asked, "How are you with your daughter?"

"I don't know. That's still a little rough. The relationship between 
my wife and her has gotten better. She's a lot happier now," Greg 
answered. Giving voice to his own fears of being a father to a 
teenage girl, he said, "I worry about her dating. By the way, I 
really appreciated how you let Harry know that he should take care 
of your daughter. I hope you don't mind if I borrowed it for 
Cathy's date."

"No problem," Jack answered. His wife had given him hell about 
it, but he'd done his best to make sure that Harry knew he was 
going to be watching him. 

"My wife is always telling the kids that they aren't to do anything 
until she's old enough to be a grandmother. It sounds like a joke, 
but you worry about that. I couldn't sleep last night thinking about 
Cathy going out on her first date. I'm sure that you're the same 
way," Greg said.

"You might say that," Jack said. It felt weird talking about 
worrying about daughters with the father of the boy dating his own 
daughter. 

"You talk to the kids, but you just don't know if they're listening."

"I know. She's not listening to me," Jack said.

"It is a two-way street. You have to listen to the kids, too."

"I listen. I just don't understand her."

"All you can do is try. There aren't any instruction manuals on 
being a parent," Greg said. 

In the dining room, Sharon and June were drinking coffee. June 
kept looking out the door trying to catch sight of the men, but all 
she could see was a wall. Sharon noticed and asked, "What's the 
matter?"

"I'm worried about Jack," June said. She expected to hear him 
come storming in any minute and demanding that they leave. 

"Oh, I'm sure that he and Greg are getting along well. They 
probably have a lot more in common than you think," Sharon said. 

"You're probably right. I realized tonight that I've been unfair to 
Jack for a long time."

"Join the club," Sharon said with a sad shake of her head. She 
sighed and said, "I was a horrible wife for years. To tell the truth, I 
was more of a housekeeper rather than a wife or lover. I didn't 
support him in being a good man. I wasn't taking care of him like a 
lover should. I was definitely a horrible wife."

"Really?" June asked. She'd watched them all evening thinking 
they acted more like newlyweds than an old married couple. They 
were touching each other all the time. She compared that against 
her relationship with Jack. They hadn't touched each other once 
the entire evening.

"Oh yes. I didn't dress very attractively. I ignored his advances far 
too many times. I used to boss him around. The poor guy never 
had an hour of peace and quiet."

June hadn't seen any sign of that during the evening. She was 
guilty of the same thing and it was reflected in his treatment of her 
now. Although coming over to the house was a good example of it, 
she wasn't going to tell her hostess that. She said, "I guess I've 
been guilty of bossing Jack around. Lisa and I tend not to listen to 
his objections."

"Tell me about it," Sharon said. She shook her head and said, 
"Greg didn't want to move here. I forced him into it despite the 
fact that we couldn't really afford it. It's been nothing but a 
headache for him. He hates this house."

"Jack feels the same way about our house. Oh, he doesn't tell me 
that, but I know. I do feel a little guilty about it."

"Greg used to spend the entire weekend doing nothing but taking 
care of the yard. We finally freed up some money so that we could 
hire a lawn service. If we hadn't done that, I think he would have 
paved over it and painted it green."

"How did you free up some money?"

"I sold about half the stuff we owned," Sharon answered. They had 
finally sold the camper and that had really helped them financially. 
She expected them to have a lot more money left at the end of the 
month.

"Oh. We can't really do that," June said. They didn't have much in 
the house that was worth anything. 

"A very wise woman told me that we should have nothing in the 
house that requires us to work for it. Our possessions should work 
for us," Sharon said, "I used to spend hours dusting all the 
knickknacks in this house. I got rid of all them. I sold off all of the 
kid's old stuff that was collecting dust in the basement. We 
simplified our life so that we didn't need some things."

"Oh."

"Yes. I also found a lot of stuff that we didn't use that could make 
our life a lot nicer. The ice bucket was a wedding present. We'd 
never used it until just recently. Most of the bar stuff was in 
storage. Now we use it and enjoy ourselves while doing it," Sharon 
said. She took a sip of her coffee.

"I don't know how Jack would feel about that," June said. She 
didn't see him as the type who would sit around fixing drinks and 
dropping ice cubes into his drink from an ice bucket. She frowned 
and said, "He's not really that type of guy."

Sharon nodded and explained about the lifestyle they had adopted. 
She talked about the hour of relaxation when Greg arrived home 
and the effects it had on the family. She told about having formal 
dinners every night. She told about changing her entire wardrobe, 
although she did leave out details about the lingerie.

June listened to the whole story fascinated by what they were 
trying to accomplish. It was strange to think of trying to live your 
life trying to maximize romance. When Sharon was done, June 
said, "I don't think that would work for us."

Sharon said, "We've been trying to live a different kind of lifestyle 
where we are all formal and everything. We're doing that for 
ourselves. I don't think that it is necessary that others try to 
achieve the same result in the same way."

"That's reasonable," June agreed.

"I think the important thing is to do what makes your whole family 
comfortable. Maybe you don't want to wear fancy dresses to 
dinner every night. Still, you might wear something that your 
husband likes. He doesn't have to wear a tuxedo, just something 
that makes him look handsome to you."

"That sounds easy enough."

Sharon thought about it and said, "I've been thinking about having 
a lingerie night where I wear something exceptionally sexy to bed. 
No man that I know of would be able to resist that."

June decided that she would think about it. Curious about one 
thing, June pointed to the red spots on the wall and asked, "What 
happened to the wall?"

Sharon blushed and then laughed at her own embarrassment. She 
explained, "When we started doing this we hadn't had sex in 
almost a year. After a week, we were both a little excited. The kids 
went out one evening and we were sitting here all dressed up 
eating Chinese take-out. I started teasing him and he started 
responding. All of a sudden, we both lost control and, well, the 
dining room will never be the same."

Unable to believe what she had heard, June said, "You're kidding 
me. Your husband got that excited?"

"I was just as excited. You might not believe this, but I pushed the 
good china off the table and didn't even worry about the fact that it 
broke," Sharon said. 

The contrast of the passion being described in their marriage and 
the passion in her marriage was incredible. This was almost as 
good as reading a romance novel. Feeling a little hot, she said, 
"My God, I would give anything to have that happen to me."

In the family room, Lisa and Harry were watching a movie. Harry 
had his arm around Lisa. It felt good holding his girl, but he could 
tell that she was a little upset about something. He hoped that it 
wasn't anything that he had done. 

When the movie began, Lisa was still worried about her father. As 
the movie played, she relaxed into Harry's arms. The sensation of 
being held was almost as good as kissing. That thought awoke 
desires that would have been better not roused. Thirty minutes into 
the movie, she stirred and said, "Kiss me."

Not being a fool and being very happy to comply, Harry 
immediately kissed her. Their relative positions on the couch 
weren't exactly conducive for making out. She was twisted 
towards him and he was twisted towards her. Still, it wasn't long 
before his body had reacted to the situation. Her body was reacting 
just as strongly. 

In the process of adjusting their positions, her hand settled on his 
hardened member. They both jumped as if shot. Harry backed off 
afraid that he was going to come in his pants. She backed off afraid 
that she'd hurt him. 

When she saw that he was holding his hands over his crotch, she 
was sure that she had broken it. Anguished, she said, "Oh my God, 
I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No, you didn't hurt me," he answered. He took a couple of deep 
breaths trying to calm down.

"You're breathing hard. Are you sure that I didn't hurt you?" she 
asked terrified that she had somehow broken it. She had heard that 
men were very fragile down there.

"I think I need to calm down a little," Harry said trying not to 
make reference to how close he was to an accident. The fact was 
that he would have loved to have her put her hand back where it 
had been. 

Realizing where she had touched him, she hid her face behind her 
hands to hide her blush. After a minute she burst out giggling. 
Afraid that she was laughing at his very obvious state of 
excitement, Harry asked, "What's so funny?"

"I thought the boy was the one who was supposed to try and touch 
the private parts of the girl and not the other way around," she said 
and started giggling. It wasn't really that funny, but her 
nervousness was expressed as a giggle.

Harry laughed out of relief that she wasn't laughing at him, but at 
herself. Wanting to make light of the matter, he pretended to reach 
for her breasts and said, "We can correct that right now."

"Not with our parents in the next room," she said feeling scared. 
She caught his hands and was tempted to pull them to her breasts. 
She gave into temptation. His hands were within an inch of 
touching her breasts when the front door opened. The pair of them 
put even more distance between themselves.

A very dazed Cathy entered the room and looked around in a panic 
when she spotted movement from the couch. She giggled and then 
said, "It's only you. I was afraid there for a minute that it was mom 
or dad."

Seeing the dazed state of his sister, Harry was tempted to tease her. 
Of course, he was feeling a little excited and didn't want to call 
attention to his state. He asked, "Did you have a good date?"

"Oh, yeah. Particularly the last few minutes," she answered. There 
was no way that she could have predicted that Sam was such a 
good kisser. He'd left her weak in the knees.

The sound of voices headed towards the front of the house cut off 
all conversation. Cathy tried to get herself back into shape to talk 
to her parents. Sharon was the first to spot Cathy and said, "You're 
home and right on time. How was your date?"

"It was good," Cathy answered. She hadn't believed her mother's 
theory, but Sam had immediately asked her out. They had to delay 
the date for a week because his family had plans over the weekend. 
She'd been disappointed, but she had gotten over that quickly 
enough. 

Greg asked, "Did he behave himself?"

"Unfortunately, he did," Cathy answered enjoying the look on her 
father's face. 

Her mother laughed and said, "Not until I'm ready to be a 
grandmother!"

Jack looked over at June and, in a defensive tone of voice, said, 
"See, I'm not the only who asks that question."

Greg looked over at Harry and asked, "You have been behaving 
yourself, haven't you?"

"Yes, sir," Harry said. He glanced at Lisa thinking about what they 
had almost done. 

The slightly guilty expression spoke volumes to Greg. He looked 
over at Jack and said, "Fathers of teenage girls need to stick 
together. Let me know if her answer is ever no."
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