The Lakehouse, its history

The Lake house as Gin's parent's referred to it was more a Millionaires palatial summer home than a spartan holiday home it reeked of money invested from the low schist rock wall that surrounded the whole ten acre compound to the cavernous vaulted ceilings in the foyer and main living area, damn who has a foyer in there holiday home. There was a courtyard surrounded by Garages or stables of some kind.

“Geez Gin, this is impressive, did Jim and Marie (Her Parents) build this?”

“Hell no, Dad had the original owner as a client and he kind of fell on hard times during the market crash, dot com messiah of some kind and well you know what they say M, easy come – sure to fail or whatever, the whole thing stunk a bit so when he offered it to Dad for half it's true value, cash of course, well Dad saw it as an investment he couldn't overlook, Mum actually doesn't like it that much because of it's recent history, and Dad is talking seriously about selling it and trading down to something less grandiose and more comfortable.”

“Yeah, it really isn't them is it, it's just not their style, you said something about it's recent history?”

“Oh yeah, I'll show you rather than tell you when we tour around 'the stables'.” Yuck, Gin used the fingers exclamation thingy so I growled her and told her to never do that again. “Anyway's in it's heyday it was a swinger's retreat complete with rooms of debauchery, bdsm and roleplay.”

Liz turned up her nose and went “Eeeeuuwww. I hope they got it cleaned before they moved in.”

“Yep, cleaned twice, some of the rooms were stripped relined and painted just to make the décor lighter and brighter than what it was, and besides that its got eight double bedrooms in the main-house alone, I think Dad spent close to one-hundred and fifty thousand just on the inside alone, what it is now to what it was then is totally different, but the stables still have some of the more interesting paraphernalia left.”

“Oh now you've peaked my interest, lead on beautiful.”

Un-effing-believable, it was a steam-punk nightmare or fantasy I guess depending on your particular bent, geez the toys Gin had at home require instruction manuals, well these things would need a three day course with a written and oral test to operate, I think Liz and I had our mouths wide open through most of Gin's tour, actually I was starting to look at my wife sideways and I think my nervous looks at her must have shone through, “No M, I know what your thinking and no I have never indulged.”

Then she paused and added, “However if you want to try some of these toys I maybe open to it, some of it - never, and others I'm negotiable, what about you Liz.”

Liz first off nodded and then shook her head and then nodded again. I think that she was like me, the whole deal just overwhelmed us both.

“Now I know why Jim was chuckling at us when he gave me the keys and said 'have fun son'.... wait you don't think he and your ..”

“NO M! NO!!”

Gin walked to the door, “Right, tour's over I'm hungry.”