Just a
short and sweet one here, actually; a simple job that went perfectly fine and
according to plan. And, of course, might have long term implications that will
come back to bite us, but that’ basically a given at this stage.
But
we’ll get to that later. Things had been going pretty well for us. While Tyler
had been out of town, we’d been chatting enough for me to make it clear that I’d
like a second date (or more), and that I’d love to see more of his yacht.
Likewise, he said that if I ever should need to get anywhere by boat, then he’d
be the man to speak to. It’s something I like the idea of. A cruise on a luxury
yacht with my rich arms dealer boyfriend... I could get used to that.
Shortcut,
in the meantime, had been engaging in a little bit of creative work himself.
He’d been setting up a series of spy cameras across the golf course so that he
could watch the players and gather intel on them. This is the sort of personal
project that is insanely useful for us runners, and I have no doubt that it’s
going to yield us some very good results, especially given the amount of work
we’ve gotten through the golf club already.
