Home Sweet Home

He was laying down on his couch, after a busy day. In front of him the big plasma-tv set where the man could watch the business channels in HD quality, so at least John was enjoying the bad numbers and which of his shares had dropped today. At the left side of his television set was his cleaning lady, naked, polishing his shoes.

With one eye on the television and the other on her, he was enjoying this evening. She just had a great life, and John was proud that he could offer such a good job to a woman of her standings. Living for free in one of his castels, three meals a day. The only service in return asked was to keep the house tidy and walking around naked. Only on rare occasions John asked for an extra service. Mostly after he met a nice secretary of one of his colleagues businessmen which turned him down. No, Nivedita, once imported from India, had a great life. Not like John, who lost more than a million euro's on the stock market today.

The old Vietnam-soldier became tired, and zapped to another adult channel. Nivedita knew that this meant he acquired some assistance. It took a while but he came. The evening ended great for this big man, and he could enjoy the empty king-size bed while his wife was away with her friends. Nivedita went to the basement and had a nice rest in the dirty laundry.