Melanie looked out the window like a kid looks at the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. Her eyes sparkled looking at all the shopping and restauran...s.After about 45 minutes, Fred pulled into the courtyard of the Chateau. Melanie’s eyes got huge. She realized that our home was much, much larger than her mansion in the Hamptons.CHAPTER 5Amy and John met us at the front door. Each one hugged or kissed us as we tried to step inside our home.Fred unloaded our bags from the trunk and John carried. I'll do what I can."I took him into the other office and introduced him to Mrs. Jepperson who, as always, was on the phone. We decided that Mr. Ambrose should take over my office and that I would stay out at the ballpark."We'll get you a phone line and a computer linked to here," Ambrose said. "Networked." And somebody to show me how to work it," I said, grimacing but with my son's message in my mind."We use Macs," Andrea Jepperson said with a smile that would melt a bowling ball, "if I can. "A small gift, for my good girl," Miss Rose sings. Ashley feels dizzy as she takes the tiny box from her mistress. She feels embarrassed by how much attention and praise she's being given. Her fingers shake as she fumbles with the ribbon. Eventually she manages to get it open, pulling out a pair of long, soft, light-pink, knee socks. "Oh my, th… thank you Miss Rose! They're beautiful," Ashley stammers. "Try them on dear. Tessa, why don't you give her a hand." Tessa and Ashley look into each. " She nodded towards the demure but naked receptionist, who with a broad imperturbable smile was serving a bill to another white-faced couple. "I bet she enjoys stinging the fucking tourists! That's how this country makes it money, I reckon. They get us in with a promise of dawn-to-dusk sex (and then a bit more!) and nothing passes them by. Not a single fucking tiny insignificant orgasm. What fucking cheek!" What are you gonna do about it?" wondered Tracey with genuine interest."There's fuckall.