She had a faint glimmer in her eyes or maybe I was just mistaken. I let her in and told her where the kitchen was. She came in and was carrying a big ...bag. I asked her what is in the bag and she said her belongings. I told her all that needs to be done as part of house work and just settled down in the living room, and started watching TV, but my mind was on other things, I didn’t know how to make a start, I was not sure, if she really intended to do what she was promised to do. She went about. " Gail, I'm dead serious. Do you think whoever it is that's upset is in position to make trouble here for me?" Nah," Gail said. "You might not have a lot of time in this place, but you're getting a reputation for having your stuff together." She smiled. "Of course, most of that is because I keep you between the lines." I humbly acknowledge that I would be a mere worm without your guidance," I said."And your Kim KNOWS you're like this and she still wants to marry you?" Her only flaw," I. And, hopefully, to give her the pleasure that she thought she still deserved.I would be her lover and best friend and confidante and partner. Then, overwhelmed by gratitude and lust and a reasonable facsimile of love, she'd gratefully reward me for my companionship and services. First, though, there was the minor problem of getting to meet her and then insinuating myself into her confidences.The research was the easy part. The Social Register listed her summer residence, a sort of mini-estate. A stairway was to one side, but at the end of the corridor was a lift. He entered it and pressed twelve.On exiting the lift he found there was only one door with the number twelve on it. He pressed the doorbell and the door flew open, revealing Sharon.She smiled. “Come on in. I’m running a little late and need to finish my makeup,” as she drew him into the room. “There’s drinks on the cabinet so you make one for yourself and I’ll have what you have,” she said, leaving him to go into another.