It will be a simple life but a good life. I will wake up mornings. Sip a cup of black coffee.
Eat a nice breakfast, maybe a bagel. Put on a tie and a coat and take the train to work.
On the way I will do a crossword puzzle. Or a sudoku. When I get to work, I will sit
down at my desk, and begin a long day of kissing your neck.

I will kiss your neck 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, for 37 years. It will pay moderately,
but it is not the type of work you do for the money, and to be quite honest the job has its
own perks. The job is pay enough in itself. I will be so good at kissing your neck that my
managers will notice. They will want to promote me. They will want to pay me more.
I will advance quickly through the company. They will want me to kiss your neck all the time.
They will say no one has ever kissed your neck quite as well as I do.
They will congratulate me, and shake my hand vigorously.
They will buy me a scotch after work.

It will go on this way for years and years, until I am old and begin eating my dinner at 4
o'clock in the afternoon. Then one day, I will retire. I will be sad to go, but it will be
time. I will look back with a deep sense of satisfaction about my contribution. The company will
give me a good pension. With all the time I have after retirement, I will feed ducks in the
park, and make conversation with strangers in coffee shops, and reflect
on all the things I have done. I will spend some late nights, up alone sitting at the kitchen table,
staring out the window and wondering how the time has passed so quickly.
But in my spare time, and quiet moments, though it has been years of it, day in and day out,
I will probably still end up spending most of my time kissing your neck.