So, by now he must be keeping her more than satisfied – maybe even a little bit sore. She's not interested in me!" Well, maybe and maybe not. After ...I agreed to let her stay with us, I began to worry. That's why I got our little presents on the way to work this morning. But, after talking with her tonight, I have a funny feeling I know what she is going to do. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I can't help it. Anyway, I want to be sure, you're 'satisfied' with the sex you're getting 'at home'.". Two days later Sophie looked at herself in the mirror of her dressing room. She had her blonde hair tied up, just a little simple makeup and was wearing a nice thigh length linen dress. I’ll do, she thought to herself as she set out on the short drive to the Jackson’s house at the other end of Maple Grove. When she pulled into their driveway Stella was waiting for her and she greeted Sophie and told her the Jacksons were aware of her circumstances and they were waiting for them in back.They. I had ordered in staff to do hair, nails, makeup and whatever else might be necessary to make everybody look as good as they possibly could.I psyched myself up to project the impression that everything was just fine. I even persuaded myself to believe it until I received proof to the contrary.Beautification was accompanied by a brunch buffet. I rejected Sabrina's suggestion that we hire strippers.Either no one had heard about the blowup Friday night or everyone was able to successfully pretend. Jeremy had cats, so all of the furniture in his house was covered in plastic. I took it off of my favorite chair and dropped down in a move meant to make mothers wince. Jeremy came in, leaning against the wall, gave me a look that said he was thinking on what to do next about me.“Don’t worry,” I said not taking my eyes off the T.V., “I’ll be sure to be in your way.” He rolled his eyes and smiled again, then plopped down into the chair next to me. Then he heaved a heavy sigh that made me frown..