At ten in the morning, Ponzi, having just woken up, climbed out of bed sandwiched between two women.
After putting on shorts and a robe, and after a simple wash, he headed to another room in the villa, where two more young girls were waiting for him, scantily clad in sheer nightgowns.
Ponzi stripped off his robe and lay down on the bed, and the two young girls began to massage him.
This had become the norm for Ponzi's life in Atlantic City; after his massage, he would have lunch and glance over the day's newspaper. In the afternoon, Ponzi would personally arrange the evening's banquet.
As for the trash generated from last night's party, it had already been cleaned up by the servants while Ponzi was sleeping.
Ponzi, as usual, sat down at the dining table laid with fried eggs, bread, sausage, and a quart of milk.
Of course, there was also a copy of the "Atlantic City Forum."
Ponzi habitually picked up the newspaper with his left hand and the milk with his right.
