not dated, written on the back of a postcard
Aspen – domineering father, not a boy toy, needs independence, pretty green eyes like spring leaves
Garren – parties, clubs, quasi-anonymous hook-ups, doesn’t date at work – hah, that’s what he thinks; the mystery of Aspen’s arrival and inconvenient persistence of attraction will help get him over that
Basket – new job, new apartment, new city, tickets to get there
Notes: Make sure the basket is cheerful, upbeat, appealing. Not too elegant or high-end, or it will remind him of the deal his dad wants him for. Taylor will go along with not preparing Garren: wants his partner happy, is a bit of a prat. See if there’s anything in the threads to avoid client involvement or to minimize. Green for Aspen, spring, rebirth. Blue for Garren, independence, calming, blue skies, faith. White for perfection. Read On
dated Palm Sunday
Such a sweet old dear, Dalton Rabbit. I wish I’d been around when it was his time. I hate to see a man with so much to give spend his life alone. But at least he’ll have the satisfaction of knowing Jeff and Ash won’t end up like he did. Assuming everything goes well.
As much as a couple of weeks ago, I wouldn’t assume that it would. But today, just this morning, I remembered something. I remembered something about me. I might have had a little help, if Loverboy is as “different” as he seems to be. Time will tell. Still, it’s… I can’t even believe it. After all this time, to finally have a glimpse of my past. Read On
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Bet you’re wondering how I can make that promise, aren’t you? I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. It’s a trade secret. Patented. Black ops. A secret formula. Cliche ad nauseam. The truth is, I can’t tell you, because I don’t know how I do it. I just do. Some people have a knack for music; they can perfectly repeat anything they’ve ever heard, or compose entire symphonies before they’re ten. Some people can do math in their head that I couldn’t do with a supercomputer and ten math tutors. I have a knack for finding exactly what you need to have the relationship you were born to have. Read On
dated Spy Wednesday
I finally got ahold of Danny again, from the cruise ship. He confirmed that he had the key card and the basket ready to deliver to Carlos, like I asked. Such a sweetheart. I’ll have to do something nice for him, when his time comes. I’ve already seen him, the prettiest drag queen this side of the equator, but “Sadie’s” act won’t be booked on the ship for six months yet. I’ll just have to keep an eye on it.
Danny and Sadie will be simple, not like Carlos and Red. No threats to either of their lives, no misunderstandings, no critically time-dependent deliveries. Just a straightforward love affair that depends on Danny giving Sadie something he’s been wanting for a long time. Read On