Here’s the next episode of Space Opera.
Our dinner was as good as I’d hoped. JJ, Nolan, and I chatted for a couple hours. I was exhausted, begging off JJ’s advances and going to bed. I woke up to the buzzing of my PA.
“Butch, wake up please.”
<Butch> Good morning, Trey. Looks like you got enough sleep. My, not even any risqué dreams about JJ. You must have been tired.
<Me> We came out of the jump, didn’t we?
<Butch> We did. Would you like me to send a message to the mine team on your behalf?”
<Me> Yes, but tell them to stand by. I want to be on the New Jersey bridge before they get started.
<Butch> As you wish, Trey. Done. JJ finished her setup early this morning. I like the name she used. It’s not cutesy or sentimental. I feared the worst.
<Me> She ended up sticking with Emerald?
<Butch> She did.
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