Chapter Nine
“So Melanie, what do you think now,” Tony asked. It was two weeks since their last spanking foray, two weeks of busy activity on the house, and two weeks of almost marital bliss. Quiet, Melanie replied. No hammers, no buzz saws. Is that all?' Tony was proud of the work that had been done, the restoration complete. It worked out easily with Melanie's cooperation. For a change, Tony was able to keep his wife from becoming consumed by the project. Just a few threats of a turn over his lap had seemed to keep the peace. Now that the last of the workmen was finally gone, Aunt Daisy's house was looking like a sparkling jewel, set high on its own hill. I can't really say anymore, Melanie said looking up at the attic windows, to the very top of the magnificen
