Meet The Elite
b'You know about the "Elite"...the guys who keep their personal helicopters on their yachts, which are anchored on some of their private islands, and their his and hers personal jets ready at all times to take emergency trips to those Islands, or anywhere else that\'s really exclusive. It\'s some kind of different world from the one the rest of us live in. And I love watching it un-ravel in the James Bond movies. But I\'m never going there. On purpose. \\n\\tI was sitting here in my big, comfortable, manly, black leather poppa chair in my living room reading a national magazine called, "The Week" when a story called "Wife Bonuses: The world of elite housewives," jumped off the page and grabbed me by the throat. It\'s about rich guys wives who get paid what\'s now calld an annual "Wife Bonus" by their Wall Street type husbands. The amount of the bonus is based on things like how well she does with the kids applications to get into the best schools and of course her own performance in the bedroom." That\'s a quote. "Huh, you\'ve got to be kidding" as Big Louie says in my book "Staying Happy Healthy and Hot." As I told you, that\'s Big Louie\'s answer to any tough question...as in "If I died would you get married again?" "Was I your first sexual partner?" And I think that\'s the only possible answer to the question "Am I supposed to give my wife a bonus...for taking care of our kids, and for her performance in bed? Huh? You\'ve got to be kidding.'