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didn’t have a clue what was going on around us.
                  “Do you like pancakes?” He asked much later when I tried to stop my fingers from actually trembling long enough to get dressed.
                  “Why?” Somehow, I got those words out without showing my reaction to being in the same room with him.
                  “Because I’m going to make you breakfast, that’s why.” He reached for me from behind and pulled me back against him kissing my neck.
                  “Oh.”
                  Jackson laughed again and I thought this isn’t the same man I'd met the first night with Ben. No way.
                  “So, do you like pancakes?” He asked again, watching my reaction in the mirror. I hate to admit it, but I hardly recognized myself. I looked... Well, I’m afraid my mother would have been proud. I tried not to show the contempt I felt at that thought. I nodded in answer and he disappeared leaving me in peace for the moment.
                  It was a long time before I was able to go downstairs that morning. I desperately needed to get control over these crazy feelings going round inside of me. I didn’t recognize myself anymore. In the space of just a few days, my carefully laid out plan for life was unraveling and that scared me to death.
                  I found Jackson in his immaculate, well-equipped kitchen pouring coffee into a mug.
                  “Shouldn’t you be at work?” Was all I could think to say in the way of breaking that embarrassing silence of two people who knew each other just a little too well, but not really well enough.
                  “Not today. Today’s my day off.” He handed me the coffee while I tried to determine if he was being honest or just pulling my leg. “I plan on spending today with you.”
                  I wanted to tell him that he wasn’t…no way. I had studying to do that I’d already fallen way behind on because of him, but instead I turned tail and ran. I walked out of the kitchen to the sound of his laughter and out onto what had to be the prettiest deck I’d ever seen.
                  Jackson came after me. Apparently, he wasn’t in any hurry to get those pancakes done.
                  I stood looking over the edge of the deck with its breathtaking view of the city skyline and pretending that I wasn’t away of him standing close behind me.
                  “Come sit down.”
                  I let him take my hand and lead me back to the picnic table.
                  “You know, without any makeup on you look to be about twelve? I feel like a dirty old man…almost”
                  I knew he was only trying to make me feel more at ease, but all I could do was shake my head. This man made me nervous.
                  “Maggie, I want you to tell me about yourself. The real story, not what’s written in that folder?” Even though I know he was really trying to get beyond all of those printed words in that folder, all I could think of was my sordid mother.
                  I set the coffee cup down and stood, ready to walk away from him and everything he knew about me.
                  “I can’t do this.” I told him as I started to walk away, but Jackson caught my hand and kept me in place looking far too serious up at me.
                  “Okay, then we’ll do it the fun way instead.” He got to his feet, lifted me up and carried me back to his bed. We made love again as if we hadn’t touched each other in years rather than just a few short minutes.             
                  When I lay still in his arms again, he asked me once more about the real me. This time, I told him everything, not even realizing that through some of the hard parts I was close