Ch1:

My father always told me summer was about hard work and making money before school was in once again. Saving up for college and important investments, no time for friends, no time for love. I always listened but never really did, I had everything I needed, everything I wanted, at least almost everything I wanted – except for the one thing he could not give me, only give me permission to find…

It was July 1st '64 and I was 17 years old, the summer before senior year. No, no, I was not partying and having a blast and getting blitzed with my friends like the typical teenage girl; I Elle Hansen was back at the resort for the 15th summer in a row with my high strung daddy and my upscale mother. And, to top it all off, I wasn't too jazzed about the fact that I was working there.

I had never worked a day in my life, I had never needed to. My father was the CEO of a mega corporation back in New York where we live, but I suppose he figured if he won't let me near any men, I will never marry a rich man so I must learn to work for myself. I was bored out of my mind the second I stepped out of the hog and saw the cheaply painted white resort sign at the end of the main house driveway. I pulled my shades out of my hair and put them on foxily in case anyone was looking and to stay somewhat discreet. I took a deep breath in and started unloading my bags, and tuned out the obvious generation gap jive of my parents. All I had ever wanted was a love like a in a flick, but with my daddy's restraints 'round my ankles, I was never getting there.