New York was as Rob had remembered, loud busy and sometimes rude. It took him a while to acclimate to the busy traffic and wall to wall people again but the limo service that he had hired for their stay made their trip from the airport bearable. Rob had reserved a two bedroom suite at the Hilton in downtown Manhattan so they could be close to restaurants, shopping and maybe take in a show before leaving for Saint Tropez.
Rob didn't think that he would be recognised by anyone from his past after so many years but to be safe he made arrangements through the hotel for the two women to have a guide for their shopping excursion. Once it was established what their needs were, Rob turned his two girls lose on the city with his credit card, their guide, and their driver. He had specifically made it clear that their experience was to be memorable.
It was the first time Rob had been separated from his Vivian since he discovered her in his bed that fateful day. After their departure, he felt lost and alone but he had scheduled a meeting with his attorney to fill in some of his time in the city. He spent the rest of the day discussing some financial and potential personal issues that had cropped up lately. The final disposition of the Peterson farm had to be attended to along with a surprisingly large insurance settlement from Arlene's husband. The account in Arlene and Vivian's names amounted to several million.
Rob wanted to establish a separate account in Vivian's name for her future studies including living expenses. She would need a car, and at least an apartment no matter where she chose to live. As always, money never was an issue with Rob and was even less so now.
About the time Rob finished his business his two red haired beauties stormed into the suite all giggles and girl chatter. The excitement level was at an all time high as they gave him a rundown on their day. Rob's attorney then bid the lovely ladies and his old friend goodbye.
"Eric my old friend. Only you could live in that wasteland you live in for five years and then suddenly reappear with two such lovely ladies. I don't know how you managed it but congratulations. I am so jealous." Rob's oldest friend said.
"Ben I have to pinch myself to see if it's real myself sometimes. Thank you for all your help with the Vermont thing. If we need you in the future, I'll be sure to let you know."
With that the old friends parted.
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Saint-Tropez was beautiful and relaxing. The southern french countryside and white sandy beaches had always been among Rob's favorite places to vacation. He had rented The Villa Constanza with its panoramic view of the Mediterranean on an open ended lease so there was no pressure to end their idyllic vacation spot at any particular time. Rob had loosely planned on spending several weeks in the almost tropical setting.
He wanted his two girls to enjoy themselves also so he hired help for the domestic chores releasing Arlene from any domestic responsibility. Vivian had wasted no time starting her beach tan and within a day she had discovered, to her horror, that her pale skin wasn't suited to much sunlight without sun block. She quickly discovered that nude sunbathing without protection had painful results but before she did any permanent damage to herself mom intervened.
"Vivian please put some clothes on and come inside. You are going to expose yourself to a painful burn and possibly skin cancer. We will be here for at least several weeks so there is no hurry to get rid of your paleness." Arlene admonished on the first day of their stay at the Villa.
Vivian had to admit that her skin would be damaged by too much exposure so after her initial light burn she limited her tanning sessions to the more indirect early morning or evening sunlight. With a heavy coating of sunblock. Arlene on the other hand had taken the precaution of protecting herself from the very beginning. She quickly adhered to Vivian's dress code while tanning though. Both beauties tanned nude. Rob continued to be amazed at how youthful looking Arlene looked while alongside her daughter.
Vivian, true to her word, had moved out of her lovers bed. Her Robbie on the other hand had not reacted as Vivian had hoped. The romance between he and her mother had not blossomed as quickly as the teen had hoped it would. As far as she could tell the two adults had not consummated their affair. They were not even sleeping together yet.
