And I died a lot.Jenny and I lived out the years in between nineteen-fifty two and nineteen-sixty nine in relative comfort, as an ex-President and for...er First Lady. Our children were both grown by the time I had my fatal heart attack and we enjoyed the days when they visited with their children.We were sitting out beside the pool, enjoying the hot afternoon sun when the excruciating pain hit me in the chest and down my right arm. Before I even spoke, I knew it was going to be fatal. My last. “The company?” she said after looking inside. “Why? What’s so important? What’s the rush?”Will looked at Pete Williams, who nodded and took over.“Clarissa, the company isn’t doing as well as some people in the town think.”She looked surprised, but I already knew what was coming next. “He’s right,” I said. “I saw a copy of the company accounts for last year the other week, so I know he’s right.”“Where did you get that from?” she asked.“Companies House in London. They have a website and you can. I don’t think I’ll make good whore material. Even with this damned collar.”“Do you want to know what works for me?” I asked.“What?”“When you’re in service, just close your eyes, let your mind empty. You’ll still be doing it, but you won’t be worrying about it. You won’t get complaints at the very least.”“Just accept the situation?”“You can fight it, but it’s much easier if you accept it on your own terms. If your husband is able to buy out your contract he will. He’s probably still trying, but. She knew she would fall into her old habits.Finally, the door opened and Nathan left the house and Delia called Leila in. She recited a list of Leila’s faults. She was a slob. She was too disorganized. She paced around too much and it gave Nathan the creeps. Neither of them were much interested in making her some kind of personal house slave.“All that said,” Delia went on, “You can stay here for a while. We’ll make it a trial period. Nathan’s agreed to one month. But you can’t fuck my husband.