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MidnightPoacher
Guest
Location: D.R.C. Swimming Pool
Reason: Al Caucii would not approve.
When: Deciding one evening to go skinny dipping with my latest girlfriends from Manhattan, N.Y.C., we jumped the security fence surrounding the D.R.C. Exclusive Resort luxury swimming pool last Sunday evening.
After my model girfriends completed their Vogue shoot, we decided to take the Midnight Poacher fishing vehicle from Manhattan to D.R.C.
Needless to say, the Trout House was not very accomodating for the three adults, but what the hell. FYI, sorry resident guests, we did not intentionally decide to make too much noise that evening -- sort of goes with the territory being around The Midnight Poacher.
Trying to shake off the long drive, we arrived famished and a little stressed. Instantly, I asked the girls to join me for some quiet time, strip down to their pajamies and follow down the stairs to the back sliding glass door exit. They anxiously agreed and we adjourned. The girls call me Hugh H, for short. But please, let's not deviate from the storyline....
By now. the midnight hour was fast approaching. Once again, Fabio was outside the kitchen smoking another cigarette singing Italian love songs. He reached out and shook my hand (he knows the Midnight Poacher by face) being a consistent customer and handed me one of the unopened bottles of champagne that Al Caucci was saving for some reason. Fabio always comes through. Thanks Fabio, your are the best.
The girls easily tiptoed up the walk way past the D.R.C. Luxury accommodations where resident flyfishermen were having rising fish dancing through their dreams. Needless to say, sleeping was not on my mind at this point.
Quietly, we hopped over the fence and steadied ourselves for a quick jump when I noticed that the pool magically came to life with the images of splashing fish. Needless to say, the girls did not want to jump in this living aquarium. With a horrible grimmace, I noticed a floating body a fly fisherman grasping what looked to be a 9 foot Sage loaner from Al's shop.
To be continued......
Reason: Al Caucii would not approve.
When: Deciding one evening to go skinny dipping with my latest girlfriends from Manhattan, N.Y.C., we jumped the security fence surrounding the D.R.C. Exclusive Resort luxury swimming pool last Sunday evening.
After my model girfriends completed their Vogue shoot, we decided to take the Midnight Poacher fishing vehicle from Manhattan to D.R.C.
Needless to say, the Trout House was not very accomodating for the three adults, but what the hell. FYI, sorry resident guests, we did not intentionally decide to make too much noise that evening -- sort of goes with the territory being around The Midnight Poacher.
Trying to shake off the long drive, we arrived famished and a little stressed. Instantly, I asked the girls to join me for some quiet time, strip down to their pajamies and follow down the stairs to the back sliding glass door exit. They anxiously agreed and we adjourned. The girls call me Hugh H, for short. But please, let's not deviate from the storyline....
By now. the midnight hour was fast approaching. Once again, Fabio was outside the kitchen smoking another cigarette singing Italian love songs. He reached out and shook my hand (he knows the Midnight Poacher by face) being a consistent customer and handed me one of the unopened bottles of champagne that Al Caucci was saving for some reason. Fabio always comes through. Thanks Fabio, your are the best.
The girls easily tiptoed up the walk way past the D.R.C. Luxury accommodations where resident flyfishermen were having rising fish dancing through their dreams. Needless to say, sleeping was not on my mind at this point.
Quietly, we hopped over the fence and steadied ourselves for a quick jump when I noticed that the pool magically came to life with the images of splashing fish. Needless to say, the girls did not want to jump in this living aquarium. With a horrible grimmace, I noticed a floating body a fly fisherman grasping what looked to be a 9 foot Sage loaner from Al's shop.
To be continued......
