No sooner had Marguerite sat down to her tea, did another student arrive. Before she could bat two eyelashes her little school was teeming three new students. The second to arrive after Elizabeth was Caroline. Marguerite dismissed the chauffeur. The young lady's look of imperious disgust did not sit well with Marguerite one bit. This chit would likely prove to be a good deal of work.<br/><br/>"Ah, you must be Caroline," Marguerite stated flatly while arching an eyebrow at the prodigious trunk the driver had struggled to drag inside. "Come, bring that ridiculous trunk in here, the sitting room. And no dear I do not care how heavy it is. I am not the one who packed for a tour of the Far East. Now, chop, chop!" Marguerite enunciated her directive by sharply clapping.<br/><br/>"And dear, take care not to mark my floors or you will be put to task straightaway!"<br/><br/>It was then that the final student arrived. Monroe appeared to be a refreshing departure from the other two. The red skirted girl's sugary platitudes however didn't fool Marguerite. The little curtsy spoke volumes and she filed away the bit of info without acknowledging the gesture. "Very good, now be silent Ms. Boriguard."<br/><br/>So assembled was the Summer Class of 1965. A rich, spoiled rotten daddy's girl; a bad girl who's cigarette smoke still lingered about her, and the breezy but brown-nosing girl. All needed more work than Marguerite could have imagined, each had their own redeeming qualities and all three were delightfully pleasing to the eye.<br/><br/>"As you can see this is my sitting room. Here also you see my lingerie that I sell, " Marguerite gestured to her left and behind at the rows of hanging lingerie that included bustieres, corsets, negligees and brassieres. Laid out on tables in neat rows where panties, pettipants, garters and hosiery.<br/><br/>"These are my things. Do not touch them without my permission." Marguerite stood before the three girls, her back straight and taller than any of the three. Her countenance was firm as she looked each of them directly. "This is my home and such, you will treat it with respect and follow all of my rules. There<em>will</em>be consequences for infractions. Furthermore, you will address me as Ms. Bordeaux or Ma'am."<br/><br/>"Now come, follow me and I shall give you a brief tour. Leave your things here for now."<br/><br/>Marguerite led the three up the banister to the second floor. This floor was set aside in part for Marguerite's bedroom. The door was closed, "This leads to my bedroom. You do not enter here without my permission. If I am retired for the evening or resting you will knock before entering." The rest of the second floor held a sewing and dressmaking room, as well as large walk-in closets where Marguerite stored her many dresses and coats.<br/><br/>The third floor was where the girls would stay. Each had their own bedroom furnished with a double sized sleigh beds of oak. Each had a dresser, a vanity and closet. All throughout the bedrooms and hallways were pieces of art from classic French artists. Prominent among the collection was Renoir, depicting nude and nubile young woman. There were also a number of professional photos of Marguerite herself as a young woman during her days as an actress. Some were of her in fine evening dresses, and others clad in scandalous lingerie. Marguerite was not one to call to her own accomplishments and didn't elaborate, but they were there on the walls nevertheless for any curious enough to examine closer.<br/><br/>"Each of you will sleep here. The washroom is at the end of the hall here. Yes, you will share facilities." Marguerite said no more and led the three back down to the main floor and the sitting room.<br/><br/>"Now. Caroline, Monroe. Open your suitcase, your trunk and place all of your knickers and brassieres you have in this bag with Elizabeth's. If it pleases me and you follow the school curriculum to my satisfaction you shall earn new ones. For now, place what you have in here, " Marguerite ordered, holding open the bag for each in turn.