Chapter 11Later that afternoon, Vivienne led me through the bowels of her mansion and up a flight of stairs that ended in a hallway right across from her pool room. The room was huge, holding an Olympic-sized pool. The room itself had two walls fully glassed so you could look out over the fields below. There were lounge chairs along the sides with small tables to rest whatever you were drinking or eating. Another small room opened off of it, which held a refrigerator, an ice maker, glasses and plates, a full bar, and an assortment of soft drinks. Montie was already there and had on a bathing suit.
“I love this room,” she told me. “We can swim in here day and night, four seasons a year. The glass is one-way, so no one can see in if we want to swim nude at night. In the summer, the walls op
