I closed my eyes, thinking hard. A picture of apool did not come to mind. I started to panic, wondering what poolJacqueline could possibly have in m...nd.The walls seemed to move. I felt lightheaded."The color of your lipstick is really pretty, Shawn," I heard her sayfrom far away, as I tried to place myself in the present, and figure outthe pool situation.I felt disoriented and confused. I looked at her beautiful, pert bodyand her long legs. She wiped a few strands of long, dark brown hair. “Who is it?”“It’s Sarah, the maid.”“Come in,” Jen said as she remembered where she was.A smiling face appeared when the door opened, and Jen saw an 18-year-old girl who looked as if she’d freshly arrived from Norway. Blond tresses down the maid’s back, clear skin and bright blue eyes launched mutual smiles.“I’m Jen. Pleased to meet you.”“You, as well.”The Manskers had no use for a stereotypical French maid’s uniform, so Sarah was wearing simple black slacks, smart shoes, a crimson blouse and a. A trio of anger, jealousy and arousal played a smoky jazz in her head. Anger's solo bass strummed: "he's hiding something from me." Jealousy's alto sax wailed the insecurity blues: "what do the magazine girls have that I haven't got?" Arousal's slow Spanish guitar mocked the others. Surreptitiously watching him approach his own orgasm was intoxicating. Embers beneath her skirt reignited. For the second time, Amy entered the house. "Hello! Hello!" She banged the back door shut. A stop at the. She would tell him of her fears and problems. She felt she could talk to him and reveal the dark things in her life and they'd be safe with him. And also he was one of the few people in her world that didn't personally know her husband so she felt her secrets were safe with him.She made herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table looking out at the sea in the distance. It really was beautiful and she loved living near it. She really was a fortunate woman. She just wished her.