"My goodness this is a lovely home," Chris breathed as she slid out of the car.

"Yep. You can't be poor and belong to that club of ours I'll tell you," Fred laughed as he pulled Chris close and held her arm tightly as they walked to the house.

By the time they had reached the door Marilyn had turned on the outside lights. The broad sweep of lawn and the pool and tennis court were all brilliantly lit. Chris gasped in amazement.

Marilyn greeted them at the door smiling. "I'll get the champagne and something to eat then Billy and I are going swimming – you two want to join us?"

Chris started to protest that she had no suit but Marilyn anticipated her, "I can provide you both with swimming togs so don't go shy on me."

Chris followed Marilyn into the kitchen and helped her set up a plate of pate and caviar.

"I'll show you where your room is," Marilyn said, "as soon as we get this food and drink out for the guys."

"OK and thanks for being such a pal."

"Don't thank me until the evening is over, doll."

The two women served the food and poured the champagne. Marilyn pointed out the lanais that lined one side of the pool and informed both men that they could change into trunks they would find in the lockers near the pool pump room.

"They're all clean," she said leading Chris from the room.

As they climbed the stairs Marilyn suddenly became serious. "Chris, I don't want to disillusion you. You don't know anything about me so come on into my rooms and we'll talk while we change."

Marilyn's bedroom consisted of three large rooms plus a spacious bathroom. She led Chris into the bedroom where a large brass bed occupied almost all of one room. "We'll change in here," she said walking into a large closet and tossing out several swim suits.

As Chris undressed Marilyn, already naked, sat on the bed and spoke: