Case of the Fake Badges Ch. 01

Case Of The Fake Badges, Ch. 01

by The WifeWatchman

The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography.

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This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.



Part 1 - The Getaway

As the four-wheel drive vehicle came over the crest of the hill, I stopped to look. The view was magnificent, looking down over the lake from its top end as it receded away from us. The hills rose on either side from the lake nestled in its valley.

The meadow through which the dirt road was going was full of brown reeds of very tall grass. There was one lone oak tree near the top of hill to our right, it was half-visible from the road to our west. That road continued up one of the rivers that fed Lake Watchacoochie, then went back west towards Lake Amengi-Nunagen, which was a much bigger body of water.

"Beautiful." Laura said as she looked over the lake.

"Yes, and the view is nice, too." I replied, making my lovely wife smile. The road led down the hill we'd just come over the top of, to the structure that was just inside the treeline of the woods that ringed the edge of the lake, with some fingers extending outward in several places.

It was Saturday, October 24th. After a two hour drive, we had arrived, going through the Wildlife Management Area, then to a road that serviced the drives to the homes on this, the west side of Lake Watchacoochie. We turned off and went up the dirt road to the crest of the hill, then stopped to admire the view.

Driving down to the house, I saw the small dock that extended into the lake. This finger of the lake wasn't very long or deep, and there were only two other houses that shared it. To the left (going north) was a small river flowing swiftly into the lake itself; I felt a pull to walk up along that creek and see what was up there.

"The house looks to be in good shape." I said. There was a porch or deck along the end of the house that faced the water, then it extended back towards the hill and the lone tree near the top. A door was in the middle of the porch (facing east), and also one in the side of the house (facing north). It was this door that the key in Laura's possession opened. The house was a simple rectangle of study wood planks, with an A-frame tin roof.

Going inside, we saw a greatroom with a fireplace made of stone on the far side. To the left of the fireplace as we looked at it was the kitchen; this was a very open floor plan, so the counter ran as a finger from the wall. The door to the outside was at left, then an area that was meant to be a dining/breakfast room, with a window there. Next to the door outside was a small door that led to a pantry/storage area behind the kitchen, which also contained the fusebox, the gas-fired hot water heater, a place for a generator against the far wall (where it could be ventilated), and even laundry hookups.

On the right side of the fireplace, on the "up end" of the house, were two bedrooms, with a small bathroom between them. There was a shower still, toilet and small vanity whose space was taken up by the lavatory. The house had running water, and a tank that could be filled by a well was installed under the house, under the far (left) side bedroom, again as an off-the-grid backup.

The master bedroom was the one at left. Both bedrooms looked as if they were made of log walls, but it was really paneling. "If we put a king size bed in here," I said, "we literally would have one foot on each side to walk on."

"Yes." Laura said. "It would have to be a queen size bed. The closet is very small, too." Indeed, the closet was against the bathroom wall, with folding doors.

The other bedroom was about the same size, with the wood of the walls just a bit lighter. The window on the side admitted a bit more light, as well.

"What do you think?" Laura asked.

"It's growing on me." I said, going back into the greatroom, seeing the beams over head and the roof above. There was no attic, just a couple of fans hanging down from above. This would actually help keep the place cooler in the summer.

We had looked at three other cabins. One was more like a regular house, like a retirement home, had a big dock, large back yard between the lake and the house... and it was totally out of our price range. One other cabin had been a bit too rustic; it had reminded me of Melina's cabin, which reminded me of those events that occurred there...

The third cabin was a lot like this one, but this one was just a bit nicer all the way around, Isparta Escort and I loved the grounds it was on a lot more. Some trees in the backyard leading to the small dock, woods to our right, woods to our left that followed that small river back up the hill, the 'meadow' with the tall grass and the lone oak tree... that would be fun to have picnics under... and sex with my wife.

Maybe Laura was reading my thoughts when she said "That big oak tree had a lightning rod protecting it. It'd be great to have a picnic there, and enjoy the view..." She came up to me and slid her arms around my neck, then said "... and then have you on top of me and your iron hard cock plunging into me." She kissed my mouth.

"Mmmm," I said, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her. "I think this is the house you really like."

"Yes, it is." she said. "What about you?"

"It feels right." I said as we looked around, still holding each other. "And we may not get another chance to buy a lakefront property on this lake, especially at these prices."

"That's true." Laura said. Lake Watchacoochie was surrounded by the W.M.A., though the lake itself and a ring of land around it were private. It took connections to buy a property here, though, and Laura had those connections...

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Late that Saturday afternoon, Cindy and Teresa drove up to the World Headquarters of Dr. P. Harvey Eckhart's 'The Vision'. Cindy drove around a small side service road to a parking lot that was not visible to the front doors. She then led Teresa around a cobbled path around the backside of the large Headquarters building.

Teresa looked over the beautifully manicured green lawn that gently sloped down a hundred yards to the River. It was the same River that flowed through the Town