They slept for hours. Pasquale was the first one up, and she quietly prepared breakfast for Jody, who began stirring. Pasquale tip-toed over to Jody and gently stroked her hair. Jody awoke as Pasquale took her hand and helped her to her feet.
“You must be hungry, non?”
“Oui,” Jody replied, smiling.
“When do we go to the club?”
”We eat first then we go.”
Jody eagerly gulped down her croissant and café au lait then hurried to dress, putting on shorts and a t-shirt. Pasquale, already dressed, led Jody out of the apartment and to her car. They sped out of the garage and within minutes were travelling along a beautiful, winding country road.
Jody’s mind was racing as she thought of Debbie, the customs women – and Pasquale. She looked over at Pasquale as she drove – God, she was beautiful. But Jody was also thinking of how she had changed, how she enjoyed being seduced by Debbie, how she loved being with Pasquale.
Her daydreaming stopped when Pasquale turned suddenly into a huge, circular driveway. At first, all she could see was trees – they seemed to have been in the middle of a forest. They then came up to a large gate. Pasquale stopped the car, opened her window and spoke into a receiver mounted on the side of the gate. Jody couldn’t understand what she – or the woman responding - were saying; her Northern Ontario French was far too weak.
The gate opened and Pasquale drove the car several hundred metres. She got out, and motioned to Jody to do the same. Taking off her clothes, she spoke: “You should do the same; we’re not big on clothing here. Seeing the hesitation on her friend’s face, she continued.” You could always wear your red bikini, you know!”
Jody slowly removed her top and shorts and then put on her bikini. The two women then started walking along a wooded path. After several minutes, the chateau was in front of them – a stunning, gorgeous building. Seeing her friend’s reaction, Pasquale grinned. “You don’t have much like that where you come from?”