Honeymoon Traders

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From the summit you could see Lake Tahoe far below—the entire expanse of it glistening sleepily in the sun, its color changing from dark green to blue, then to a lighter shade of blue. Hills walled it in, just as they walled in the broad meadows to the south and the teardrops of other tiny lakes to the west and east. To the north, and about midway between the summit and Lake Tahoe, sprawled the big stone building of Fredag Lodge. Fredag Lodge was two stories high, nestled back in the firs and pines with its collection of carpeted rooms and discreet servants. During the season, it boasted a three-piece combo in its cocktail lounge, and the young couples who enthusiastically filled the resort danced closely entwined until it was time for bed. Bedtime was singularly early, for Fredag Lodge was renowned as a “honeymoon” hotel—whether you were married or not.

Most of the young men and women who eagerly sought reservations here during the summer months were married, if only that morning in Reno, but there were also the romantics who considered themselves enough in love to pay the exorbitant rates. There were also the older couples who were tired of the glitter of Reno and Tahoe and wished to “get away from it all” for a while, though that often included getting away from respective husbands and wives as well. But however it was sliced, and whoever with, Fredag Lodge was for passion… for passion, love, and lust.

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