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A Different Sort Of Lifestyle
Chapter 33: Career Change
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2006

George came home from the office with a smile on his face. 
Slipping through the house, he stopped at the kitchen door and 
watched his wife trying to cook while keeping an eye on the boys. 
In an excited voice, he asked, "Who's up for a little wrestling?"

John and Joe immediately spun around and saw their dad at the 
door of the kitchen. With wild screams they charged him ready to 
wrestle at the doorway. George picked the two boys up, carrying 
one in each arm. When he reached the living room he got down on 
his knees and released the boys. 

The boys charged, laughing wildly, and George fell over. The boys 
immediately scrambled over him. The wrestling match was in full 
swing. John and Joe went into full tickle mode. George laughed, 
loving every minute of his time with the two boys.

In the kitchen, Cindy was thankful for the chance to be alone. 
Dumping the noodles into boiling water, she was seven minutes 
away from serving dinner. Stepping back, she set the timer. She 
couldn't believe that her husband had asked for spaghetti with 
sauce from the jar. Sometimes he just made it too easy. 

She stood there for a moment listening to the noises coming from 
the living room. The boys were having fun doing things that boys 
enjoyed doing. It was nice having George around the house to 
wrestle with the boys. She was happy to chase them around, but 
wrestling just wasn't her thing. 

When the timer said there were three minutes left, she leaned out 
the kitchen door and shouted, "Dinner in five minutes! Everyone 
wash their hands."

Not wanting to stop wrestling, John asked, "Do we have to?"

Knowing how to motivate the boys, George said, "It's spaghetti 
night!"

John and Joe looked at each other for a second and then raced to 
the bathroom to wash their hands. Spaghetti night with dad around 
the house was great. He knew all kinds of neat tricks to do with 
spaghetti noodles that they weren't allowed to do when he wasn't 
home. 

Getting up from the floor, George followed the boys to the 
bathroom to make sure that they did a proper job of washing their 
hands. Grabbing a towel, he waited for one of the boys to finish 
washing. Little Joe was the first to finish. He turned and held out 
his hands for inspection. George made a huge show of inspecting 
the hands and finally said, "They look clean enough. Great job 
Joe."

Joe held his hands out while George dried them off. He finished in 
time for John to hold out his hands for inspection. Turning to Joe, 
George asked, "Do you think their clean enough?"

"No," Joe said and then stuck his tongue out at John. 

"Hey!"

George started to dry off John's hands while he said, "We won't 
tell mommy."

"All right," John said. He looked over at his little brother and said, 
"They are clean enough."

"No they aren't," Joe said.

"Yes, they are," John said.

"Boys, spaghetti night!" George said knowing that they would 
argue like that all night until something more important grabbed 
their attention. It worked. John and Joe were on their way to the 
table before he had even finished his reminder. They had taken off 
as soon as he started to say spaghetti.

Grinning, he washed his hands and headed to the table. He was just 
in time. Cindy had just set his plate of spaghetti at the table. As 
soon as he sat down, she put a huge bib on him. Shocked, he said, 
"What's with the bib?"

"Little boys make a lot of mess eating spaghetti," Cindy answered 
with a grin. She pointed to the boys who were wearing bibs as 
well.

George picked up a noodle and stuck one end in his mouth. With a 
loud slurping sound, he sucked the noodle into his mouth. Cindy 
was just fast enough to back away before getting splattered with 
the sauce. The boys clapped their hands at seeing the spaghetti 
sauce fly around the kitchen. Of course, each of the boys had to try 
it as well. The results weren't as spectacular since Cindy had cut 
their noodles into fourths. 

Laughing, Cindy watched the boys playing their food. It was 
amazing, but she had never thought of spaghetti as a finger food. 
She watched as George lifted a noodle high in the air and tilted his 
head back. Winking at her, he said, "Baby bird!"

The boys were making peeping noises as George lowered the 
noodle into his mouth. Even Cindy was having a hard time keeping 
from laughing. The dinner progressed with each of the males 
trying to outdo the others in eating the spaghetti in a creative 
fashion. The boys enjoyed it tremendously. Their enjoyment of the 
meal paled beside the joy that George felt.

Sitting back in his chair, George said, "I've got a bit of an 
announcement."

Cindy looked at him and asked, "What?"

"I changed jobs," George said with a smile. 

"What?!"

"I'm the newest member of the corporate sales team," George said.

Barely able to believe her ears, Cindy stared at George. In the 
barest whisper, she asked, "Will you still travel?"

"Two days every other week. I'll be home on weekends," George 
answered with a smile. Leaning forward, he said, "We'll go to 
dinner every weekend. We'll take real vacations for two weeks a 
year. I'll be home almost every night to play with the boys. 
Saturdays will be spent mowing the lawn, washing the car, and 
helping out around the house. You'll be able to go shopping while 
I watch the boys."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she considered what he was saying. 
This was a dream come true. The years of traveling had almost 
destroyed their marriage. Terrified of what she would learn, she 
asked, "How about the money?"

"I lose five percent of my salary, but I get a five percent 
commission on the sales," George answered.  Seeing the 
expression of concern on her face, he said, "One sale a year allows 
me to recover that five percent."

"Is that hard?"

George looked down at his sauce stained bib while he considered 
the answer. He had been training the sales staff for years. They had 
a huge turn over. Those who were successful often retired after ten 
years. Those who were not successful usually left after a year. 
Most of the salesmen were somewhere between those two 
extremes. He wasn't going to try to delude himself into thinking he 
was going to retire in ten years. All he wanted to do was the best 
job that he could. Finally, he said, "Some folks make a couple 
sales a year. Others don't make any for several years. It's hard to 
say without being in the trenches how well a person will do."

Although she was concerned about the risk of losing income, she 
was confident that her husband would do well in whatever he 
attempted. The chance of having him at home was just too good to 
pass up. Smiling, she said, "You're going to do great. I just know 
it."

"You know, I think so too," George said. He looked over at the 
boys. They were getting a little bored by the serious discussion. 
Winking at them, he said, "Let's see who can get cleanest the 
fastest! Ice cream for the winner."

The boys left the table for the bathroom like a shot. He rose, 
walked over to Cindy, and kissed her head leaving a lip print of 
spaghetti sauce in the middle of her forehead. Grinning when he 
realized what he had done, he said, "I love you."

"I love you, too," Cindy said. She rose to prepare ice creams for 
everyone. It was a special occasion and she'd have one too.

Later that evening, Cindy was seated in the living room enjoying a 
quiet cup of tea while George was reading a story to the boys. 
Little tears of happiness were trickling down her cheeks. It had 
been a glorious evening. George had taken care of the boys, dinner 
had been fun, and she had a little time to herself. It was hard to 
believe that this might become an everyday event. 

She turned her head to look in the direction of the boy's bedroom. 
George would be finished in ten minutes. After taking a final sip of 
her tea, she rose and went into the bedroom. Tonight she was going 
to put on the new lingerie she had purchased. The plan had been to 
wear it on Saturday after going out to dinner with him, but tonight 
was a special occasion.

In the bedroom, she opened the closet and removed a small bag. 
Inside was a lacy black corset. Undressing, she put on the corset. 
With the weight that she had lost over the past two months, the 
corset really looked spectacular. Her breasts filled out the cups to 
almost overflowing. Smiling after looking in the mirror, she said, 
"George is really going to love this."

Returning to the bed, she picked up the small bag that she had put 
there. Reaching into it, she pulled out the stockings. These were 
real silk stockings complete with a line up the back. The dark color 
went well with the black corset. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she 
opened the package. Looking down, she decided that she would 
remove her panties before putting on the stockings. They were off 
before she even finished the thought.

Even though she didn't have much experience with stockings, 
Cindy had always considered the act of putting them on to be very 
sexy. It was almost as sexy as taking them off. Of course, 
removing them would be George's job. She had a feeling that he 
wouldn't be put off by that little errand. 

High heel shoes completed her little ensemble. A quick glance in 
the mirror as she walked past it to the bedroom door nearly took 
her breath away. She couldn't believe that she was the woman in 
the mirror. Stopping, she returned to the mirror to look at herself. 
Poor George had no idea what was waiting for him. With a 
satisfied smile, she walked out of the bedroom.

Easing into his chair, George wondered what had happened to 
Cindy. He noticed her cup of tea and knew that she didn't normally 
leave her empty cup in the living room. With the boys in the house, 
it wasn't good to leave fragile things where they could get their 
hands on it. He was about half out of his chair intending to take it 
into the kitchen when he noticed movement out of the corner of his 
eye. Looking over, he saw her. Off balance, he fell to the floor.

Seeing the effect that her attire had on her husband, Cindy walked 
over to him and, in a sexy voice, asked, "Do you like what you 
see?"

"Oh, yeah," George said looking up at her and unable to take his 
eyes off of her. She had lost a lot of weight through her diet and 
exercise program. 

"Any ideas of what you want to do tonight?" Cindy asked.

"I see something I'd like to eat," George said looking at her shaved 
pubic area. There was just a little tuft of hair above her slit. 

Cindy spread her legs so that he was looking right at her cunt. 
Looking down at him, she asked, "What's keeping you?"

"How about you take a seat on the edge of this chair here," he said 
pointing to the chair that he had just left. From his position on the 
floor, he was perfectly placed to enjoy his early evening snack. 
That was the beginning of a long evening. Of course, it seemed to 
them that it passed far too quickly.

---

Lying in bed, Cindy asked, "So how did you get this job?"

Turning to face her, George answered, "When I was here the week 
of the Fourth of July, I asked my boss about the chances of getting 
a promotion any time soon. He told me that they were basically 
freezing people in their positions for the next year or so. I wasn't 
too happy about that. I couldn't see traveling three weeks out of 
four for the next two or three years."

"Same here," Cindy said looking down at her erect nipples. George 
had been tracing a finger around them while explaining his actions.

"While I was teaching one of sales classes, it dawned on me that I 
was basically a fully trained sales person. I mean, I've been 
training them for years now. My courses have dealt with almost all 
of our products."

"I didn't think about that," Cindy said.

"So I called up the sales manager. I had met him several times in 
the past. After I finished my pitch, he said that he would put in the 
paperwork. This morning, he called and said that starting next 
week, I would be working for him," George said. He flicked her 
nipple with each word and then ran his hand down her body.

"What did your boss say?"

"You mean, my old boss?"

Cindy bit her lower lip and nodded her head. George's hands were 
driving her crazy and she was having a little trouble following the 
discussion. George smiled at the distracted expression on her face 
and said, "He wasn't too happy about it. It seems that finding 
someone willing to put up with that kind of travel is pretty 
difficult."

"Ah," Cindy said. She wouldn't have been able to explain if her 
answer was in response to a sudden enlightenment from his answer 
or the little orgasm his finger had managed to generate while 
circling her clit. Either excuse for her response was just as fine 
with her.

George decided that they had talked enough and leaned over to 
give a little oral attention to her body. His life had suddenly taken a 
different track and he was going to enjoy it for all it was worth. He 
had no idea what his new job held for him, but the odds were good 
that it would much more pleasant than spending long weeks in 
lonely hotels.

---

Returning home from work the next night, George spotted Jack 
standing by his boat. Rather than heading directly to the house, he 
went over to Jack waving to get the attention of his neighbor. Jack 
watched George approach and said, "I saw Cindy earlier. I don't 
know what you did, but she sure looked happy."

"I changed jobs," George replied. 

"I take it you will be spending more time at home," Jack said.

"Yes, I will."

"That explains the happy expression on Cindy's face," Jack said 
with a grin. He had attributed her smile to something else, but 
politeness forbade mentioning his suspicions. 

George looked over the boat and said, "You're almost done with it. 
Looks to me like all you have to do is paint it."

"That's right. The summer is almost over and the boat is just about 
done. It's been a great project," Jack said running a hand along the 
side of the boat. He was still debating what color to paint it. 

"What color are you going to paint it?"

"I don't know. I can't decide between green, blue, and tan."

George looked at the boat and said, "I think it would look good 
painted green."

"Same here, but I'm going to let June and Lisa decide the color," 
Jack answered. He figured that little bit of involvement in the boat 
might make up for a weekend or two spent fishing.

"What about a trailer?"

"I ordered one," Jack answered. He figured in two weeks he'd be 
ready to see if the boat floated or sank. His money was on sinking, 
but he wasn't going to tell anyone that.

"Well, if you need a fishing buddy, keep me in mind," George 
said. Even as he said it, he realized that it would be spending time 
away from his family. That wasn't in his plans.

"I've been thinking that I'd get a big tent and take the wife out to 
the lake," Jack said. He shrugged his shoulders and added, "I don't 
know how she'd take to camping, but I figured it would be worth a 
try."

"What about Lisa?"

Jack shook his head and said, "She's growing up. I imagine that 
she'd rather stay here and spend some time with her boyfriend."

"I imagine that you're right," George said after an uneasy pause. 
He had met Harry a couple of times and rather liked the young 
man. Looking over at Jack, he asked, "What do you think of her 
boyfriend?"

Jack looked over at the new fishing rod in his garage. He'd been 
surprised when Harry had brought the fishing rod over as a token 
of his gratitude for allowing him the chance to make Lisa's first 
time a special time. It hadn't helped his hangover any, but it was 
good to see that the boy wasn't swaggering around the house. 
Shrugging his shoulders, he said, "He's not a bad kid. He doesn't 
seem to use drugs. He's pretty polite. All in all, I'd have to say 
Lisa would have been hard pressed to do better."

"I take it you like him."

"I guess so. It's kind of hard to like a kid who is taking your little 
girl away from you," Jack said. 

"I'm lucky I have two boys," George said. He didn't envy Jack 
having to raise a girl in these times.

Jack chose not to comment on that. He'd have been a lot more 
comfortable raising boys, but he didn't regret having a daughter. 
He noticed Harry pull up in his jeep. Pointing to the boy, he said, 
"Harry's here."

George turned and watched Harry get out of his jeep. The boy was 
carrying a bouquet of flowers. Noticing the flowers, he said, "I 
wonder where he got the flowers."

"There's a boy who sells flowers down by the sports bar," Jack 
said. After a little advice from Greg, he had started stopping by 
there on occasion to pick up some flowers for June. 

"Oh?"

"Yes. He's got a good selection and the price isn't too bad. All you 
have to do is stop by the corner and he'll bring a couple of 
bouquets over to you. You don't even have to get out of the car," 
Jack said. The flowers were much better than what you could get at 
the grocery store and cheaper than those at the flower store. 

"I'll keep that in mind," George said. He laughed and said, "I've 
always felt like a fool carrying flowers around."

"I used to feel the same way until I found out how much Bunny 
likes receiving them," Jack replied. Thinking back to how she had 
thanked him the last time he had shown up at home with flowers, 
he started chuckling. He added, "She really likes receiving 
flowers."

Watching Lisa's excited reaction to getting flowers from Harry, 
George nodded his head. He hadn't really thought about it like 
that. The past few years of travel had really been tough on his 
marriage. In a way, he and his wife had become strangers to each 
other. The past few visits home had been a time of rediscovery. 
The handful of dinners out had felt more like dates than a night out 
with the wife. It was strange to think that after seven years of 
marriage they were practically strangers. He said, "I just might 
bring some flowers home tomorrow night."

"Do that," Jack said. 

"I guess I better get to the house," George said looking forward to 
playing with the boys that evening. He was going to teach them 
how to water the lawn knowing that they would all end up wet by 
the time they were done. It was summertime and kids were 
supposed to play under the sprinkler when it was hot outside. 

George returned to his house to have dinner and then water the 
lawn. On entering the house, he paused and thought about what 
Jack had said about camping out at the lake with his wife. He 
looked over at the boys and thought about it for a minute. Nodding 
his head, he grinned and headed to the kitchen.

Having George at home had changed Cindy's attitude towards 
cooking. Rather than being a chore, she had become to view it as 
another way to thank her husband for supporting her and the boys. 
The trip to Baltimore had taught her a lot. That night, she had 
managed to cook a pot roast. 

Feeling like he had died and gone to heaven, George polished off 
half of the pot roast all by himself. The boys had small servings 
and his wife had a typical serving. There was just enough left over 
for a sandwich. Feeling full and lazy, George sat back and 
abandoned his plans for the boys. With the typical energy of small 
kids, the boys ran into the living room to watch cartoons. 

Patting his stomach in contentment, George looked across the table 
at Cindy. He leaned forward and, in a low voice that wouldn't 
carry to the living room, he asked, "What would you think of me 
taking the boys camping one of these weekends?"

"Camping?" Cindy asked in surprise. She'd never thought of 
George as the kind of guy who enjoyed camping. 

"Yes."

"Why camping?"

It was a good question and it took him a minute to come up with a 
good answer. Smiling at Cindy, George answered, "How else are 
they going to learn the manly art of pissing on trees?"
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