Aim high, shoot straight

We finally met after months of cross-ocean titillation. Porsche hired, manor house to ourselves, private chef and butler attending; it certainly wasn't difficult to tumble into indulgence after indulgence, whilst tangled in each other's arms.

I'm a natural with a rifle. We made a bet: fire up the Trapmaster, 10 clays each, and if I win: he buys me the Valentino heels I'd set my heart on.

...Guess who has a new pair of shoes?

One evening we opt for a candlelit movie night, the chef having prepared a feast for even the most niche of desires (mac and cheese and red wine meat sauce). Love & Other drugs plays and we challenge Hathaway and Gyllenhaal to a chemistry-off.

I am spoiled with bouquet upon bouquet. A pantry stocked with my favourite snacks. His and her's baths, sipping beer as we watch the sun set over the estate. Potato chips and caviar, with all the necessary bubbles in our woodland jacuzzi. Martinis and sorbets and tailor-made silk gowns.

What a week. No complaints.

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