I guess I still get a little jumpy when a woman I love says those words. That is the way my first wife started the divorce talk.”“Oh shit! I’m s...rry lover. I’ll give you a blowjob later to make up for it. Ok?”“Sure. I won’t hold you to it, of course. I’ll take whatever attention you want to give me.”“And THAT brings us to the talk we needed to have.”“You want to talk about giving me blowjobs?”“No! Yes. In a way. Shut up!”I guess my opened eyed, raised eyebrow look confused her. She looked at. Just a little bit."We had our little bit. Got going five minutes late, purposefully moving around the trailer, two cereal bowls, the coffee going, clothes, faces washed, her hair beautifully brushed. TV on to catch the morning news and weather. At seven I was out the door headed to work and Cindy was ten minutes from getting on the bus to school.I hummed through the day, invoices, change orders, field sketches, pointing out things to the construction crew I dealt with. It wasn't even hard. It's. I parked between a new Mercedes and a fancy SUV that had never seen dirt in its life. Getting out of the truck, I took a deep breath and headed toward the place, thinking I would at least give these folks a good laugh. At the door a nice looking young lady checked my ticket and was even nice enough to give me directions to my seat. I found my seat with no problem, it was in the balcony, stage right. As I sat down I noted that I still had twenty minutes to show time and grinned as I wondered. In entering this relationship I’ve quit work, for the most part, and embarked on a mostly traditional life and I’ve abdicated my responsibilities to my ‘husband’. No, it’s not a legal thing, but that’s what he is. The term for this is, ‘Taken in Hand’, and the lifestyle is thoroughly satisfying to me. It is LIBERATING to me. In giving up so much I’ve become free. I don’t worry about work, commuting, travel, stress, pressure, and I also don’t worry about my home life because it’s settled quite.