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he motioned to the door next to the first, “will be your room.”
     
         Brea entered the room in awe, this time managing not to openly gape.  The room was bigger than the living room and kitchen of her apartment put together.  There was a mahogany wardrobe on one wall, a matching vanity complete with mirror, and in the center of the room, a king sized bed.  It was made up with a white comforter and a lot of matching pillows.  Down, no doubt.  It looked so comfortable!  “You have your own private bath and there are clothes already in the wardrobe for you to choose from,” Ricco was saying.  Brea barely heard.  She was already checking out the private bath, admiring the assortment of shampoos and body washes there.  She noticed there was a lot of strawberry scented items.  “If you  need  anything, just come down and ask for Freida.  She is the housekeeper and cook.  She will see to your lunch at about two.  Dinner is served at eight o’clock sharp in the dining hall.  Someone will be along to get you at that time.”  Ricco turned and then stopped.  “I recommend a nap.  It may be a long night.  The master of the house, as you know, is a night person.”  And then Brea was alone.
         She stood there for a moment, dumbfound and awestruck.  This was nice!  A girl could get used to living like this.  Brea opened the wardrobe and sucked in her breath.  There was a variety of clothing hanging there, everything from jeans and t-shirts to evening gowns.  There was a note pinned to the rail.
     
    I hope these are to your liking, I picked them out especially for you.  Since I didn’t know what you liked or would need, I may have overdone it a bit.
    Angel
     
         So he had gone shopping for her.  Brea found herself smiling at the gesture, but then remembered who it was.  Apparently, the man thought he could buy her.  Not likely.  She turned to the dresser and opened the drawers.  One was filled with bras and panties, her size exactly, most of them lacy and pretty.  Another was full of nightclothes.  Brea saw a flash of black lace and lifted the material.  Gah!  It was the scariest piece of lingerie she had ever seen.  It still had the French tags on it, to assure her it was new.   Brea wondered just what made him think she would wear it.   There was also a bathing suit.  It was a respectable two piece.  Brea knew what she wanted to do to pass the time until lunch.
         She stepped into the suit, then covered herself with a towel.  Then, she padded down the hall barefoot and into the library.  She picked out a book and wandered to the back of the house. 
         Just as she suspected, there was a large pool out back.  She touched her toes to the water, then her whole foot.  It was pleasantly warm.  Dropping the book and towel aside, Brea leapt into the water.  She swam laps around the pool until her muscles began to complain, then settled in a lawn chair and read.
     
         “It is time for lunch, ma’Lady,” Brea looked up into the kind face of the housekeeper and cook.  Freida.  She was short and pudgy, grey hair framed her aged face.  Her eyes were warm and kind, her heart shaped face lined with age and laughter.  She reminded Brea of her long lost grandmother.
         “You must be Freida, it is nice to meet you.  I’m Brea.”
         “I know, ma’Lady.  I have prepared lunch for you.  Will you take it out here, or inside?”
         “I guess I should come inside,” Brea mused, noticing that her skin was turning pink.  It was so easy for her to burn, she never spent much time outside.  “I will be there in about five minutes.”
         Brea ate her lunch alone, and retired back to her room.  Freida was an excellent cook.  Brea was so full, she thought she might actually take that nap Ricco had suggested.  But once in her room again, Brea couldn’tbe still.  At last, she thought of what to do.  She fetched her