I'm a business owner now. I'm about to launch a yoga and massage studio. It's called Common Ground Wellness Center. I found an empty store front practically on the beach here. Of course most of this island is within walking distance of the beach, so that wasn't a stretch. But still. I'll have a room for doing yoga, and two massage rooms. Changing rooms. Also an outdoor hot tub for patrons to use before and/or after their massages, or just on its own. Maybe a juice bar, eventually. We'll see.
It's going to be just me at first, though I've already contracted with a local couple to clean the place and maintain it. I could do it myself, but my time is better spent on doing massages or teaching yoga classes to paying customers. Once business justifies it, I'll be hiring additional yoga instructors and massage therapists to cover more hours. "Will you be doing happy ending massages?" I hear you asking. Well, sex work is legal here, so I certainly could. But that's not what I'm aiming at, so I'll decide on a case-by-case basis.
In other news, my beachfront house is very nice. I like to go running along the beach, but also regularly run through other areas. I have an excellent mental map of the island now, and particularly of the area around my house, including ideal spots for escape--or ambushes. You taught me well.
I've also not lacked for companionship. Being eternally young and hot has its perks, and I've had no lack of wannabe lovers approach me. I've auditioned several, and found three or four who can ring my bell and who are satisfied with being playmates and nothing more. There are many worse places I could be marooned.