The House-Husband Dialogues

By Jean-Claude Dehmel II

A successful career woman endeavors to transform
her husband into a stay-at-home dad with the help
of their family physician and some other sympathetic associates.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jean-Claude Dehmel II
• Release date: Feb 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466194694

Jean-Claude Dehmel II

Born 1972 to single mother in California, Graduate BA in applied mathematics 1999 Humboldt State University, Law School at University at Buffalo 2003. Teach in Asia 2004 to 2009. Married 2006-2009. Move to Connecticut 2013 to open own law practice in run down neighborhood. Now working on Fifth Book.

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The Househusband Dialogues

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Characters:

Vivian Nelson--hyper-successful career woman

Joel Nelson--Vivian’s husband and soon to be stay at home father

Jane: Vivian’s sister--in an unhappy traditional marriage

Sean--Jane’s husband, workaholic organization man

Dr. Hoffman--family physician

Dr. Greenbaum--psychoanalyst with feminist leanings

Girlfriend--Vivian’s lesbian friend and confidant

Amy, Julie, Alice and Elizabeth--chairwomen of local group catering to

non-traditional families

Chapter One: A new way of living.

Beep beep beep beep went the cell phone alarm under his pillow. It was

7am and his day had officially started. Quietly he

emerged from bed put on his silk boxers and cotton undershirt

and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Still lying in bed was the center of his universe; his wife the highly successful professional and family

matriarch. She called the shots; she brought home the bacon;

she, in short, was the head of the household.

On this day, like any other, he would prepare breakfast.

Their morning routine included his laying out

her clothes, gathering up important papers,

and generally helping her off to work.

At the kitchen table that morning she jotted down a list of things

that needed to be done that day. These were in addition to his usual everyday

household chores. Today's big task was to clean the kitchen, floors and all. He also was responsible for meals, laundry and vacuuming, everything around the house basically

I know you'll do a good job. We'll see when I get home.

So off she went leaving him there with his list of tasks.

Groceries were sometimes delivered and left at an inside yard gate to be collected. She had accounts with local merchants but going to the supermarkets once a week was still his habit. On occasion he did have to go out she had

provided him with a small bank account debit card.

When three o'clock rolled around it was time to get dinner started. Sometimes

she had called ahead with a certain dish in mind that would be that night’s dinner.

When she arrived home their custom was his greeting her at the door with her slippers, relieve her of her attaché and serve her a glass of wine as they sat on the sofa. She talked a little about her day; big important goings on in the town's circles of commerce and law. Dinner was served and she sat at the head of the family's big oak dining room table.

Let me see what you did today. The assigned task either passed muster or

not but by now he pretty much knew to do things how she liked.

I think I'll go shower now. Which was his cue to go run her bath water and clean up the dishes.

She lay in the center of their giant king sized bed, changing the channels.

In the bedroom her pleasure was a right and his a privilege under ration; he enjoyed a kind of vicarious satisfaction that came from serving her.

For you see, experience had shown her that men tend to be very sweet when they want something and not so sweet immediately

after they get it. They both understood and accepted this and this aspect of human nature became a staple in their marital relations. A husband kept denied and waiting was indeed a docile and obedient husband.

He went under the covers and planted

his face firmly in-between her delicious thighs.

She found this a great stress reliever after a day at the office. He, for his part, was so genuinely smitten by her that he looked forward to it and felt slightly hurt when rebuffed.

Chapter Two: How it all began

Did I tell you? I think this guy likes me.

oh yeah, who?

I don't know I just see him around. I don’t' think you've seen him. He seems really shy. We've done this hi" thing a bunch of times already. He seems a little bit lost.

Is he cute?

Yeah sure. Sounds educated too.

LATER THAT MONTH

Hey girlfriend, I told you about that shy guy who seems to like me......

Uh hu. so what happened?

He was looking at my butt, can you believe it? I hate my butt. It's so big. That other guy I used to date was always telling me how fat I am remember?

Umm. Yeah that guy was a real SOB. Maybe this guy likes your butt. I mean, he already saw it before he started trying to talk to you. If he likes it, good, then you can stop complaining about it.

You think so?

Could be. Guys are weird. They like all kinds of stuff. I caught my boyfriend looking at some freaky stuff online. I'm not saying your butt's freaky. you know what I mean.

Yeah, he turned beet red when he saw that I saw he was looking at me. "He's at least polite enough not to stare at