The paperwork was fully completed out, but the guard was still asking questions.
"And how long will you be in the country, again?"
"As I said, a month."
"And you'll be staying with this John Lindsburg?"
"Lindson, not Lindsburg."
"Ah yes, right. And the purpose of your visit?"
"Tourism, and... Nothing else."
The guard seized upon this.
"And, huh? You doing something else while you're here? You want to come clean now?"
He sighed.
"John Lindson is my gay lover."
The guard coughed, and waved the man through, satisfied with that explanation, and thus not bothering to check his bag.
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