Author: Guede Mazaka
"Elizabeth, you are never driving again."
"Jaime, it's a golf-cart. No big deal. And that molehill should've known better. I thought you said this course was top-notch."
"We're not actually on the course grounds anymore. Or did you miss the large sign warning us of that?"
"If you didn't look so damn pretty right now, I'd…hey. We're off-grounds. So that means we're out of range of those security cameras, right?"
"Wait…damn it, Elizabeth, we first need to get the cart out…ah…ah…"