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Wilson House visit
Date: 11/2/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: Lanyx, Rating: , Source: LushStories
are just right for the setting sun to reflect of the water. We hear a distant jet ski on this three-quarter mile wide body of inland water. Off to our left, we find a gaggle of about four geese in the park. We are so mesmerized that the car behind needs to give a short hoot to get us moving off the stop line. We continue at a slow speed onward. A short distance away, the road makes a sharp 90-degree right corner. There is a high wall painted a peach brown color ahead. We notice a small sign with a crooked arrow, with caption “Wilson House”. We follow that arrow onto a paved driveway, off to the left. The driveway awkwardly encroaches into the park, going around the corner of the property. The driveway makes a sharp right itself; it skirts the edge of the lake, and hides us behind some densely populated shrubs. “Good Evening Sir. Good Evening Ma’am,” we get greeted. I try not to giggle, but the best way to describe the security guard is as a gorilla stuffed into a tuxedo. He is 6’ 6”, heavily muscled, cleanly shaven short spiky blond hair. “I need your clearance code, and personal identification please,” the guard politely requests. Susan rummages through her handbag and passes her ID to me. I dive into my wallet handing over my driver’s licence. “Whiskey, Tango, Two …” I spell out the 7 or 8 digit access code for the guard, reading it off my mobile telephone. The guard checks his clipboard, as I notice his name tag captioned 'Andrei'. “Welcome to Wilson House Mr Newman, Ms ...