Making The Best Of A Bad Experience

Stacy was a wreck the entire day but then she heard a vehicle and she wished she could see out the windows. She found herself hoping that Jonas had returned and then she heard his foot steps on the porch. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. Jonas smiled at her and then spoke.

"I told you that she would come back. I want you to pack your things and leave the first thing in the morning," Jonas announced and then turned and walked away.

Agnes was back and Stacy was relieved. She would be free to go the next day. She was ecstatic and that night she slept soundly. She set her alarm to get up early and she quickly showered, had a light breakfast and packed her things. Stacy didn't dare go up to the main house so she waited impatiently for Jonas to arrive. It wasn't too long before he arrived at the guest house. He simply walked in and tossed her car keys on the table and then walked out. Not a word was spoken between them. Stacy quickly loaded her car and drove away.

It was a 10 hour drive back to her home in Long Island and she would be back in her house that night. Once she was in a service area for her cell phone she called the management company and told them she was coming home that night. Stacy drove straight through stopping only for gas and food along the way. She arrived home about 11:00 PM and her house was a welcome sight. She didn't bother unpacking the car that night and she went straight to bed. Her own bed was a comfy relief and Stacy slept soundly for nearly 12 hours. Her ordeal was over and she was home again.

EPILOGUE

Stacy woke up slowly the next morning and rested in bed as she was in no hurry to get up. She ran her hands over her body and caressed her breasts. It was then she realized how tough the skin had become on the palms of her hands. Subjected to the work on the farm had calloused her skin. She knew that over time her hands would return to their former softness now that she was home safely. It was after 12 noon when Stacy finally got up and started to function.

She made a pot of coffee and then dressed in comfortable clothes. She unpacked her car before making something to eat and then after lunch she checked her messages. Her voice mail box was full and she chuckled that people didn't listen to her out of town message. She didn't bother listening to the messages as she knew that most of them would be about the status of her book. Stacy then signed on and checked her e-mail. There were hundreds of unread e-mails and she deleted all of them without reading them. Stacy would call her publisher later as she wasn't in the mood to talk with him just yet. She knew he would be frantic about her new book and would demand to see a manuscript very soon.

Stacy curled up on the sofa and sipped her second cup of coffee. Now that she was home it was hard to believe what she had been through the past six weeks. It was almost as if it was not real. Things liked this really didn't happen to people, yet it did happen to her. It then came to Stacy that her experience was so unbelievable it was like fiction. She would turn her real life ordeal into a steamy novel. Most of it was documented anyway so she would covert it from reality to fiction.

Stacy fetched her lap top and began the conversion of her real life experience to a fictitious story. She changed the names of all the real life characters and she thought of a different way to introduce the main character. Stacy decided the main character would not be an author but rather a woman who had just gone through a messy divorce and needed to get away for awhile. She would also change the ending.

Stacy would have the woman being held captive as a replacement for the wife that ran away with the students. In her book the character of the farmer's wife would not return and the farmer would keep the other woman as his new wife. Eventually the captive woman would escape and get away. Everything else would remain the same; the seductions, the orgies and the sordid ordeal. Stacy was satisfied with her approach and she was ready to call Dan her publisher.

Dan was glad to hear from her but he was pissed that she had been out of touch. However he was pleased that she would have a manuscript on his desk at the end of the month. A month later the publisher raved about the story and went to press with it. The story became a huge success and Stacy was then on her way to France. The limo dropped her off at the JFK International terminal and an hour later the plane was in the air destined for Marseilles.

Stacy settled in her seat in the first class section and a cute female French flight attendant offered her a glass of Champagne. The flight attendant named Claire seemed to pay a lot of attention to Stacy and Stacy caught her staring several times. After dinner with the cabin lights out, Claire talked with Stacy and learned of her plans to stay in San Tropez for three months. Claire was one of those touchy people who kept touching Stacy's bare arm as she chatted with her. Stacy finished her first after dinner cognac and asked for a second. As Claire got up Stacy checked out the woman's shapely legs under the short skirt and she also checked out Claire's fine ass.

Claire returned with the cognac and as she set it down she touched Stacy's arm. Stacy looked up at the pretty French woman and smiled as she let her hand touch the flight attendant's knee. Claire remained still and smiled back so Stacy let her hand slide up the inside of the woman's leg. Claire grabbed Stacy's hand to keep it from going higher and whispered, "Not here mademoiselle."

Claire then moved away and when she returned she handed Claire a note with her Marseilles address and phone number on it. Stacy smiled and put the note in her purse. She thought that her vacation was off to a good start in France and she hoped that it would continue.