The Lake House

There are things I want to tell you. There are things I can’t. There are things I would like to write about that would just take too long at the present moment, and because of recent developments, a lot of things are on our plate. Some tasty; some not - and for sure - some not fit for the table.

I think a lot of you are aware that I had a lunch engagement last week. I spoke to a woman who knows a few things about this case. She has not sat down with anyone to discuss any part of this saga, except with some of her friends, who you are well aware of. I decided to take my little video camera with me to record the audio part so I could remember what we discussed. Trust me, it makes it easier to write things later on. Since I had very little time today to conjure up a new article about George and his manly escapades, which will, ultimately, be nothing more than a “he said, she said” argument, I have decided to present the first installment of my lunch encounter. Good thing for me - and you, I hope - there will be more meetings and more meals and I should have new revelations to report that should keep whetting your appetite.

My friend, who I will refer to as Ms. X from now on, attended the “no clothes party” with Casey and the gang. As a matter of fact, she is in some of the photos, but good luck finding her. You won’t get a costume description from me. I was only planning on listening to the recording, but due to time constraints, I turned it into a short video. I kept her identity private because, well, she is a private person and I promised I would. For certain, she wanted to make it clear that the party was not about nudity; it was one where everybody had to wear something as long as it was not conventional attire. That meant something along the line of a diaper made out of newspapers or a bra made out of toilet paper. In other words, everything worn had to be original and made out of something other than clothing material. Hence, the American flag Casey draped around her body. If I told you what my contact wore, I’d be revealing too much.

I hope this doesn’t disappoint you.

On her friends, Sean Daly and Annie Downing…

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