I’d been hit on by a salesman at the office and was complaining to Martha. “I know I’ve been out of the dating pool for awhile, but are all men ...orn dogs now? It seems like everywhere I go they stare at me.”She grinned. “The short answer to that is yes. You have been out of the game too long, baby. They’re staring because you’re hot, you silly girl. I’ve watched you blossom over the last year. It was like watching a flower unfurl. A very attractive flower.”I now had my hair the way I always. I had also hit on the idea of basing my fees on the future earnings of my clients, demonstrating to them that their success was of primary importance to me. The two ideas resulted in a business that had proved both profitable and a fascinating life’s work.I was received into the Priory in a most efficient and welcoming manner. Its elegant, well-appointed and equally well-maintained surroundings all spoke of Mrs Tusker’s dedication to providing her husband with a home that reflected and. I just waited to hear what kind of phony-baloney story she was going to lay on me, not knowing that her one-night-stand partner had already spilled the beans.That wasn't how it worked out.The moment Laurie walked in the door after returning from the airport, she dropped her bags and immediately came to me weeping, her eyes puffy and raining tears, and figuratively threw herself at my feet. She confessed everything to me — throwing herself on my mercy.She promised me that it was a one-time. "Were you watching this?"Natasha asked. I hung my head."And there are candy wrappers on the coffee table. Have you beensneaking the mistress's sweets?"I used my feather duster to brush the wrappers onto the floor and turnedoff the television.Natasha frowned at me. "Fifi, I am terribly disappointed. In a few shortminutes you've demonstrated that you're lazy, slovenly, and not to betrusted. What do you suggest I do about that?" Perhaps monsieur could give Fifi a good talking to?" We've moved far.