”“Well, you’re paying for the postcode, really. Potter’s Lodge is an impressive address for your headed notepaper.”“What number is it?”�...�Fifty-seven.”“Here’s Forty-nine ... Fifty-one ... There it is. That’s Jack’s car on the driveway.” The black Mercedes was parked alongside a new Ford Focus. A blue BMW was parked on the road. “Looks like Tom and Annie are already here.”I parked behind Tom’s car and then we trotted up the driveway. Susan clutched a bottle of red wine. I carried a six-pack of. We arrived as usual on Friday night, the night before the party. We did this each week. The club, almost 200 miles from our home was owned by close friends, not just fellow swingers.Jim and Phyllis had run the club for almost 20 years. They had been 'In The Lifestyle' most their wedded lives. The 'CLUB' was their home. Almost 4,000 sq ft, tri level home in the country of a small southwest Michigan community. Six bedrooms, dance floor, bar, huge hot tub, nice kitchen, DJ, all the amenities of a. Their house was listed as a safe harbor. All a child had to do was step onto the property and yell ‘help,’ to summon a police officer. It didn’t matter if anyone was home or not.With the surveillance system that the Cage family had around the house it was impossible for strangers to hang around the school without getting reported. Everyone in the neighborhood knew that the street was watched twenty-four hours a day by an ever vigilant watchdog. More than one convicted pedophile, who had chosen. I normally never would have taken a second look at a woman like her. All of my girlfriends had been cheerleaders and volleyball players. They were the kind of girls that all of the guys in our school drooled over when I walked by with them, but they only wanted me because I am much more experienced than most guys my age. Being an all star lineman and having a nine inch penis had really helped me through my time in school, but I was getting tired of all of the cheerleaders that got the world.