bread,” Annie admitted.
“People tend to fill up on bread before a meal, and then, no matter how good the meal, they don’t finish it. Our proportions are perfect. You won’t feel hungry, but you also won’t eat too much. Hopefully when you see the changes we can make for you, you’ll feed yourself that way when you get back home,” Nora concluded.
Annie had to admit when she had finished her meat and vegetables that she was no longer hungry. And while she always enjoyed a good glass of red wine with beef, she hadn’t missed it. The Pellegrino water had been fine. She looked questioningly at Nora when the houseman removed their dinner plates, replacing them with small dessert-filled plates containing a meringue filled with raspberries and peaches.
“We use a sugar substitute in the meringues, and egg whites. Nothing more,” Nora explained.
“You ought to have a small shop here at the spa where guests can purchase things like these meringues, and the marvelous lotions that were used on me this afternoon,” Annie suggested. “And they could buy those great soft terry Spa robes you have in my suite. A shop could be a real moneymaker.” Then Annie laughed. “Listen to me, would you? It sounds just as if I know what I’m talking about.”
“You very well may,” Nora told her.
Annie shook her head. “I’m no businesswoman. A year typing and filing in my father’s insurance company is hardly experience. I’m a housewife, a mother.”
“That’s just what I once was,” Nora told her. “I didn’t even have a checking account in my own name. But Mr. Nicholas said he saw something in me, and he gave me the opportunity to try to be something different. By the way, keep it under your hat that I run the Channel. It’s not public information. I’d be besieged by every woman in the world if it were known.” She smiled warmly again.
They finished their desserts along with cups of pale green tea, and then, leaving the table, they sat together watching an August moon rise over the bay. Annie realized that she hadn’t felt this relaxed, this genuinely comfortable, in ages. Obviously the Spa was working its magic on her.
“Let me tell you about the Channel,” Nora said. “At least, what I can tell you.”
“What do you mean?” Annie looked curious.
“Well, even I can’t tell you exactly how it works,” Nora began, “but it does.”
“But what exactly is it?” Annie wanted to know.
“Well,” Nora said, “I suppose the best way to describe it is to tell you that it is only available for and to women. You can obtain it through your local cable company. We provide you with a special remote. The Channel can’t be accessed by your own television’s remote, so you never have to worry about your children getting into it. And your special remote is sensitive to your skin and your touch only, so if any of the kids got ahold of it, it wouldn’t work for them.”
“Parental controls.” Annie chuckled. “I like that! Okay, I’ve got access to the Channel, and I’ve got the remote. Now what?”
“Well,” Nora said, “then, holding the remote, you think of your wildest or most dearly held fantasy, and press the A button. Turn on your television and that fantasy will be there waiting for you, and before you realize what has happened you will find yourself in the middle of that fantasy, actually living it.”
“You’re joking, of course,” Annie said skeptically.
“No,” Nora told her, “I’m not joking. Back when I was first introduced to the Channel there was only the remote. My friends couldn’t say exactly what the Channel was. No one can. I called the cable company and ordered it for the evening, like you would order pay-per-view. I couldn’t believe what happened to me next. There was my fantasy. I was there, and living it not with my son-of-a-bitch husband, but with a sexy man who thought I was terrific. But I’ve had several changes instituted since I became head of the
“People tend to fill up on bread before a meal, and then, no matter how good the meal, they don’t finish it. Our proportions are perfect. You won’t feel hungry, but you also won’t eat too much. Hopefully when you see the changes we can make for you, you’ll feed yourself that way when you get back home,” Nora concluded.
Annie had to admit when she had finished her meat and vegetables that she was no longer hungry. And while she always enjoyed a good glass of red wine with beef, she hadn’t missed it. The Pellegrino water had been fine. She looked questioningly at Nora when the houseman removed their dinner plates, replacing them with small dessert-filled plates containing a meringue filled with raspberries and peaches.
“We use a sugar substitute in the meringues, and egg whites. Nothing more,” Nora explained.
“You ought to have a small shop here at the spa where guests can purchase things like these meringues, and the marvelous lotions that were used on me this afternoon,” Annie suggested. “And they could buy those great soft terry Spa robes you have in my suite. A shop could be a real moneymaker.” Then Annie laughed. “Listen to me, would you? It sounds just as if I know what I’m talking about.”
“You very well may,” Nora told her.
Annie shook her head. “I’m no businesswoman. A year typing and filing in my father’s insurance company is hardly experience. I’m a housewife, a mother.”
“That’s just what I once was,” Nora told her. “I didn’t even have a checking account in my own name. But Mr. Nicholas said he saw something in me, and he gave me the opportunity to try to be something different. By the way, keep it under your hat that I run the Channel. It’s not public information. I’d be besieged by every woman in the world if it were known.” She smiled warmly again.
They finished their desserts along with cups of pale green tea, and then, leaving the table, they sat together watching an August moon rise over the bay. Annie realized that she hadn’t felt this relaxed, this genuinely comfortable, in ages. Obviously the Spa was working its magic on her.
“Let me tell you about the Channel,” Nora said. “At least, what I can tell you.”
“What do you mean?” Annie looked curious.
“Well, even I can’t tell you exactly how it works,” Nora began, “but it does.”
“But what exactly is it?” Annie wanted to know.
“Well,” Nora said, “I suppose the best way to describe it is to tell you that it is only available for and to women. You can obtain it through your local cable company. We provide you with a special remote. The Channel can’t be accessed by your own television’s remote, so you never have to worry about your children getting into it. And your special remote is sensitive to your skin and your touch only, so if any of the kids got ahold of it, it wouldn’t work for them.”
“Parental controls.” Annie chuckled. “I like that! Okay, I’ve got access to the Channel, and I’ve got the remote. Now what?”
“Well,” Nora said, “then, holding the remote, you think of your wildest or most dearly held fantasy, and press the A button. Turn on your television and that fantasy will be there waiting for you, and before you realize what has happened you will find yourself in the middle of that fantasy, actually living it.”
“You’re joking, of course,” Annie said skeptically.
“No,” Nora told her, “I’m not joking. Back when I was first introduced to the Channel there was only the remote. My friends couldn’t say exactly what the Channel was. No one can. I called the cable company and ordered it for the evening, like you would order pay-per-view. I couldn’t believe what happened to me next. There was my fantasy. I was there, and living it not with my son-of-a-bitch husband, but with a sexy man who thought I was terrific. But I’ve had several changes instituted since I became head of the
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