”“You know how to get there? Can you help me? Please?”“Of course, Mrs. Allen,” Marcos said. “Welcome to our home and our hotel. We will dr...ve to Metéora tomorrow. I planned to go up later in the week to retrieve the campers anyway. Your husband will be quite surprised to see you waiting.”“Pleasantly, I hope. I’m so worried about him.” Rebecca’s face fell and she looked at the husband and wife before her. Respectfully, she said, “Are you believers? I thought only a select few knew the way.”“We. My ex-employer’s legal counsel looked into California’s Stalking Laws and from what I was told, you would lose.“It sounds as if you would have a chance of winning if you read just the legalese of the law. However, if you read the definitions of the terms used, you would discover a few things that protect the media from such a charge. For instance, the law specifically excludes activities that are protected by the Constitution. The media would just invoke their Constitutional Rights under the. ” Emily added. “Yeah, usually we play with each other, but you would make it more exciting!” Rebecca said seductively. The both came and sat next to me on my bed. It was great because I could see down both of their shirts. “Umm…sure.” I said, wondering what kind of game they were thinking of. “What’s it called?” Putting her hand on my thigh, Rebecca said. “It’s called the Pleasure Game.” “To win you must pleasure the other. It’s OK Margot ... really, she said simply, “Come on! Lets show you the kitchen garden.”Later, in the cool of the library we relaxed into deep cushioned armchairs and with each of us holding a generous glass of brandy Iris took a deep sigh and began quietly recounting her life at the manor to me. “Ronald and I took over the manor when we married. It was a bit run down. But we got things going; and Ralph was born.” Iris sighed at fond memories. “The place became busy with people working and we.