2026-03-16
Perfect Repair Day
All 29 conflicts resolved — avg recovery 8 min, max 95 min, 0 unresolved.
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[2026-03-16 01:27:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-03-16 06:42:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Good morning sunshine Oh, back to another fucking 15 days in the office this week Feeling good though I slept OK It's freezing ass here it's like 39°. It was 62 in my room when I woke up this morning so that was pretty awesome. Probably why I slept so well. Yeah, just Go to work I woke up thinking about you as usual this morning but also last night when I sent you that Jeff, I was just really really wanting to snuggle you last night I guess Just everything Last while But you know over the weekend Want to be close to you and hug you Snuggle you so now you've gone through a lot. It's been emotional and draining. And I feel that too It would just be so nice to snuggle with you So I hope you have A good day and you wake up easy and have a stress-free morning hopefully this is one of those weeks where you pop out of bed at 5:30 Fucking breeze through your cereal and shit and get out the door nice and easy. I bet it's gonna be that's what I'm willing into the universe for years so we'll see if it works. Let's check your horoscope cause that was fucking spot on like I said horoscopes legit. On my way Sweetheart, I love you and I hope you have a great day. I miss you and I can't wait to talk to you soon. Bye.
[2026-03-16 07:33:00] Sam Willis: Good morning ❤️ I’m up but hating it lol. We shall see…going to turn on a murder podcast. Talk to you soon.
[2026-03-16 07:34:00] Dave: Good job 😊
[2026-03-16 08:29:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Good morning I want you to know there is never a day where I pop out of bed Especially not at 5:30 in the fucking morning But in a shocking turn of events, the dogs did not wake me up one time which is one thing but even more so my alarm woke us all up not that like the dogs not waking themselves up at four fucking 50 or whatever my alarm went off at 5:10 and they were all still totally sleeping so That's insane. I guess the combination of getting a bath and doing a walk like the bath was like the extra thing who the fuck else oh fuck. Anyway I just got a massive mascara on I'll be back
[2026-03-16 08:31:00] Dave: Wow! That IS insane!
[2026-03-16 08:31:00] Dave: They must have been tuckered out!
[2026-03-16 08:33:00] Dave: lol… that’s at least the second time you’ve said “shocking turn of events” since yesterday - which is a precarious expression to use considering the other thing going on right now 😅
[2026-03-16 08:34:00] Sam Willis: Is it really??? lol. That’s very interesting
[2026-03-16 08:34:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: OK anyway Yeah, suddenly you sounds amazing. Sleeping sounds amazing. Seeing you sounds amazing. All the things so Christian like cried himself to sleep last night, which was really hard and awkward and All the things Could ask him if he wanted to talk and he said no, which fine I understand and then this morning he apologized for it. I'm like you don't need to apologize. But then also like a few minutes later he Kind of makes it seen again like we're not on the same page. I don't know I don't know. I don't know so. Last night before we went to bed He He was talking to me about like his past relationships and stuff and he's like I've never ever tried to make a relationship work like once I got to a point where we were thinking of any that he's like it's just ended. I've just been like OK you know I agree and typically like it's very mutual and He talked about this one woman Holly, who had like a drug problem or something anyway they ended up mutually ending things because of what was going on with her, but anyway he was like even then you know I were like crying while we're breaking up like we both knew it was right thing to do he's like, but this is not he's like I don't See anything with us that's insurmountable and he's like and I want to work on it and I just can't imagine like not being with you and he's like and I you know He's like you always say that you're like not a Forever type of person he's like it's not like I imagine myself 80 years old necessarily unlike you're still there he's like but I didn't wanna imagine it. He's like I definitely didn't think that like we wouldn't think so soon. Part of me is like so are we like do you know that we're going down the path of things or do I need to explicitly say it and I'm just still really struggling with that explicitly saying it in a way that doesn't make him feel totally fucking rejected So anyway, that's where I'm at I'm in a weird fucking limbo Yeah
[2026-03-16 08:34:00] Sam Willis: Is it really??? lol. That’s very interesting
[2026-03-16 08:35:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Total random sidenote he was not understand this pain I got some new bras and I didn't adjust them properly and it's like cutting into my sucking skin and I just want to rip off fucking bra. Also actually you know what might not even be the bra because I did chest presses yesterday and it's hurting right chest so honestly, it might be from the chest prices. Either way I want to fucking tear my skin off. So that's why
[2026-03-16 08:35:00] Dave: Yeah and each time it has been something mundane. Not that the dogs sleeping all night isn’t surprising and amazing ofc 🤪
[2026-03-16 08:39:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Also also I had a dream last night that I think is definitely indicative of everything else is going on, but I had a dream that I got a message from Jody the Director of the rescue and it was a couple screenshots of conversations that she was having with I don't need somebody else in like three more in the conversation it was saying like three more people left the rescue And so she basically messaged a group chat of like me and another person that had recently left and was like well These other three people have laughed so like you guys have to come back like I'm recruiting people back, but it wasn't recruiting. It was basically telling them they had to come back and she was like you know we need the help so we need you to come back and I of course didn't fucking want to and it just felt like something I was being forced into and something that I definitely didn't want and so I know that it's like indicative of. You know all the stuff with Christian I think like at the end of the day Like OK so he asked me what my needs are that aren't he's like I guess I don't even know like what your needs are you know I guess I didn't even know that I wasn't meeting them because I don't know necessarily. I guess what they are. he's like I guess I don't know what they are and then I was thinking just like I was messaging you like Saturday I'm like what what are my needs and I think that's the point I think that Is everything all in and of itself is the fact that I can't even articulate my own needs because I have been so busy pouring into somebody else's and not just his but like the rescue shit and whatever like I'm I feel like I'm putting other people's needs in front of my own a lot And I don't even know what my own needs are anymore and like maybe that's the whole fucking point maybe that's all I say I don't know my own fucking needs because I've lost side of them and like maybe even though this is a sad fucking thing obviously to go through like and I don't wish him any ill well and I want him to be happy but maybe this is just a situation. We're like I'm choosing myself. Above everything it's not about not choosing him. It's about finally choosing me. I don't know if that's gonna make it any less shitty to say, but that is like how I feel so I instead of making it about all the things about him that's lacking and that he's not fulfilling with me. It's just like no like this isn't about you. Maybe for once this is about me I don't make any sense. I guess it's kind of what I was feeling like even in my dream I was just like I don't fucking want this.
[2026-03-16 08:41:00] Dave: Eeeek… that is sad 😢. And hard to handle. Not on the same page how? Oh, because he doesn’t see anything insurmountable… Yes. You need to explicitly say it. And unfortunately it literally is rejecting him. There are only so many ways to say it, if he isn’t getting it.
[2026-03-16 08:46:00] Dave: It’s way more of a fundamental incompatibility than it is just needs not being met. It isn’t always possible to articulate what specific needs aren’t being met. Yes, I think I touched on this yesterday, it should definitely be about YOU. It isn’t something wrong with him that he can fix.
[2026-03-16 08:46:00] Dave: And yeah, the dream seems totally predictable given what’s going on.
[2026-03-16 08:52:00] Dave: The fact that he didn’t know your needs aren’t being met underscores the fundamental gap. Which is something I’ve been trying to put my finger on for a while. Like, has he just been putting his head in the sand all this time, or does he really not know?
[2026-03-16 08:53:00] Sam Willis: True
[2026-03-16 08:54:00] Dave: I said this to make the point to not be too hard on yourself for not being able to put your finger on it.
[2026-03-16 08:54:00] Sam Willis: It’s hard to know if they’re being met though if I can’t even articulate what they are lol
[2026-03-16 08:54:00] Dave: Is it? I think it’s pretty clear and you can certainly feel that they aren’t
[2026-03-16 08:54:00] Dave: I said this to make the point to not be too hard on yourself for not being able to put your finger on it.
[2026-03-16 08:54:00] Dave: Is it? I think it’s pretty clear and you can certainly feel that they aren’t
[2026-03-16 08:56:00] Dave: FEELings are called that because you…. Feel… them They aren’t called word-lings
[2026-03-16 09:22:00] Sam Willis: Ugh. Just got a ping from Stephen “Morning - let me know when you have a sec to talk”
[2026-03-16 09:22:00] Sam Willis: Fml
[2026-03-16 09:23:00] Dave: Ugh
[2026-03-16 09:23:00] Sam Willis: Why does that make me nervous
[2026-03-16 09:23:00] Dave: Just don’t lol
[2026-03-16 09:23:00] Sam Willis: Like sir, I’m already at capacity. No more please
[2026-03-16 09:24:00] Sam Willis: What if I’m getting fired
[2026-03-16 09:24:00] Dave: Like you said let you know when… well, I haven’t had a sec yet foggot 🖕
[2026-03-16 09:24:00] Sam Willis: What if they know about us lol
[2026-03-16 09:25:00] Dave: You do way too much for them to fire you lol
[2026-03-16 09:25:00] Sam Willis: Yea right
[2026-03-16 09:25:00] Dave: 💯
[2026-03-16 09:27:00] Sam Willis: Sigh
[2026-03-16 09:27:00] Sam Willis: I shit talk in a lot of teams chats. Maybe I’m in trouble for that lol
[2026-03-16 09:28:00] Dave: Doubt it
[2026-03-16 09:28:00] Dave: He probably just wants to give you more work
[2026-03-16 09:35:00] Sam Willis: Dude. Layoffs.
[2026-03-16 09:35:00] Sam Willis: 9 people across TRM….i don’t know who
[2026-03-16 09:35:00] Dave: Oh lawd
[2026-03-16 09:35:00] Sam Willis: Happening now
[2026-03-16 09:35:00] Dave: 😅😅😅
[2026-03-16 09:35:00] Dave: As in RIGHT now?
[2026-03-16 09:37:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: So my understanding is a lot of it's already happened I know of John Simons here in Phoenix. He said to you last switch he did not say who in Southlake but I guess there's like four people he said in Southlake no idea who they're gonna have an all hands. Here in a bit the only change on my team is that Rachel is going to move on Bryan
[2026-03-16 09:38:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Dammit, it cut me off OK On my side on all of Stephen's side all I know is that Rachel my Rachel's move to Brian. Brian is getting cloud. Taking that from Foy because Foy is taking on digital assets and so he'll have digital assets and data Brian will have whatever he has now but his apps set team is moving to Jen DeVito and then Brian's taking on cloud and then Rachel Medland's gonna take on secure config and I think that's the only Rules like I think Rachel is really the only one that's moving around And Stevens org and then they didn't backfill Allen's so they basically got rid of Tim you last switch and then Allen's backfill so Keep me posted with what you hear
[2026-03-16 09:38:00] Dave: Uuuuugh
[2026-03-16 09:39:00] Dave: Does Allen’s backfill count as one?
[2026-03-16 09:39:00] Dave: Thanks for the heads up
[2026-03-16 09:39:00] Sam Willis: I don’t know if it’s 1 of the 9 or if that makes 10 total
[2026-03-16 09:40:00] Dave: Hopefully I’m safe because Eric’s team is already overloaded and gaining more shit every day
[2026-03-16 09:40:00] Sam Willis: I hope you’re safe too 🙏🙏
[2026-03-16 09:40:00] Dave: With 3rd party
[2026-03-16 09:41:00] Sam Willis: It’s almost 10am there. I hope you would have?
[2026-03-16 09:41:00] Sam Willis: Like Eric is in right?
[2026-03-16 09:41:00] Dave: Yeah
[2026-03-16 09:41:00] Sam Willis: John Simons is still showing online so that’s weird. But it’s early here
[2026-03-16 09:41:00] Dave: So you think those affected should’ve already been dealt with
[2026-03-16 09:42:00] Sam Willis: I asked that specifically and he said “yes, for the most part” so there might be a few stragglers
[2026-03-16 09:42:00] Dave: Shit I think they were just talking about it at Ashtyn’s desk but I had my AirPods in
[2026-03-16 09:43:00] Sam Willis: Take out your damn AirPods!
[2026-03-16 09:43:00] Sam Willis: Today is not the day to drown out noise lmao
[2026-03-16 09:43:00] Dave: Robert Jones
[2026-03-16 09:43:00] Dave: JUSTUS EKEIGWE
[2026-03-16 09:43:00] Sam Willis: STFU
[2026-03-16 09:43:00] Sam Willis: HOW TF DID JUSTUS GET IMPACTED
[2026-03-16 09:44:00] Sam Willis: Robert jones….. who is that lolol
[2026-03-16 09:44:00] Dave: Idek
[2026-03-16 09:44:00] Sam Willis: You’re kidding about Justus
[2026-03-16 09:44:00] Sam Willis: Ok so 2 more….
[2026-03-16 09:46:00] Dave: Uh oh….
[2026-03-16 09:47:00] Sam Willis: WHAT
[2026-03-16 09:47:00] Sam Willis: DAVE
[2026-03-16 09:47:00] Dave: Eric told Roy that he (Eric) had one 😬
[2026-03-16 09:48:00] Sam Willis: fuck
[2026-03-16 09:48:00] Dave: I certainly hope it would be Danny or Peter since they’re both remote and Danby is a PRINCIPAL director
[2026-03-16 09:49:00] Sam Willis: You’re like the first one in the damn office. I feel like you would have been 🤞🤞
[2026-03-16 09:49:00] Sam Willis: And I don’t even know wtf peter does
[2026-03-16 09:49:00] Dave: He does lots of spreadsheets that’s for sure.
[2026-03-16 09:49:00] Sam Willis: Except share articles
[2026-03-16 09:49:00] Dave: He does lots of spreadsheets that’s for sure.
[2026-03-16 09:50:00] Dave: What is the package?
[2026-03-16 09:50:00] Dave: If they let you go?
[2026-03-16 09:53:00] Sam Willis: I have no idea
[2026-03-16 09:53:00] Sam Willis: 3 months maybe?
[2026-03-16 09:54:00] Dave: That’s what I was thinking. And I have my sabbatical on the books so I’ll get paid for that.
[2026-03-16 09:54:00] Sam Willis: Yes bc it’s been officially requested in the system right?
[2026-03-16 09:54:00] Sam Willis: Ugh you can’t leave me
[2026-03-16 09:56:00] Sam Willis: I thought you said Robert Jones?
[2026-03-16 09:56:00] Dave: Maybe my change of career is going to be expedited 😅
[2026-03-16 09:56:00] Sam Willis: Tim Ulasewich was one
[2026-03-16 09:56:00] Sam Willis: John Simons
[2026-03-16 09:57:00] Dave: John Roberts is the guy I meant to say
[2026-03-16 09:57:00] Sam Willis: WHO is that??
[2026-03-16 09:58:00] Dave: Idek bro
[2026-03-16 09:58:00] Sam Willis: That’s not a person lol
[2026-03-16 09:58:00] Dave: He’s some dude here.
[2026-03-16 09:58:00] Sam Willis: They aren’t in the directory
[2026-03-16 09:58:00] Dave: Oh. Maybe I’m mixed up
[2026-03-16 09:58:00] Dave: There’s a dude here that worked for Jen D
[2026-03-16 09:58:00] Dave: That guy
[2026-03-16 09:58:00] Sam Willis: Robert Jones is a person though
[2026-03-16 09:59:00] Sam Willis: Probably him
[2026-03-16 09:59:00] Sam Willis: I can’t believe Justus
[2026-03-16 09:59:00] Dave: Right?!
[2026-03-16 09:59:00] Sam Willis: Just met with him on Friday
[2026-03-16 09:59:00] Sam Willis: That has to be a mistake
[2026-03-16 09:59:00] Sam Willis: That opens up a HUGE opportunity though for someone bc he was AI oversight
[2026-03-16 09:59:00] Dave: Maybe he was making too much money?
[2026-03-16 10:00:00] Dave: Alright… just have to make it 30 mins 😬🫣🫣🫣
[2026-03-16 10:00:00] Sam Willis: Why 30 min?
[2026-03-16 10:00:00] Dave: There’s a call at 1030 right?
[2026-03-16 10:01:00] Sam Willis: I haven’t seen an invite?
[2026-03-16 10:01:00] Sam Willis: Do you have an invite?
[2026-03-16 10:01:00] Dave: Me either
[2026-03-16 10:01:00] Sam Willis: lol where did you hear that
[2026-03-16 10:01:00] Dave: Did you say that?
[2026-03-16 10:01:00] Sam Willis: There will be a call today. Just don’t know when
[2026-03-16 10:02:00] Dave: Ahhh ok
[2026-03-16 10:02:00] Sam Willis: They better announce the Jeff replacement too
[2026-03-16 10:02:00] Dave: Dk where I got 1030
[2026-03-16 10:03:00] Sam Willis: Some VERY exciting news though.
[2026-03-16 10:03:00] Sam Willis: I just opened up a drawer and there’s a candy bar in there I forgot about!!!
[2026-03-16 10:04:00] Dave: Fucking win! No matter what else happens today
[2026-03-16 10:04:00] Sam Willis: Hahaha I love you
[2026-03-16 10:05:00] Sam Willis: This is too much for a fucking Monday
[2026-03-16 10:05:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-16 10:06:00] Sam Willis: Also, I’m hearing a rumor there may be more layoffs in August
[2026-03-16 10:06:00] Dave: wtf!!
[2026-03-16 10:07:00] Dave: Robert Jones
[2026-03-16 10:07:00] Dave: That’s the name.
[2026-03-16 10:08:00] Sam Willis: Have you heard of any more yet
[2026-03-16 10:08:00] Justus Ekeigwe: Tim Ulaswich Edited 10 minutes, 10 seconds later: Robert Jones Justus Ekeigwe Tim Ulaswich John Simmons Danby Anchors
[2026-03-16 10:09:00] Sam Willis: And John Simons
[2026-03-16 10:09:00] Sam Willis: So there’s 5 more somewhere…
[2026-03-16 10:09:00] Dave: And we don’t know if Allen’s backfill counts?
[2026-03-16 10:10:00] Sam Willis: I don’t think it counts towards the 9
[2026-03-16 10:10:00] Sam Willis: Not for sure though
[2026-03-16 10:10:00] Sam Willis: Did he
[2026-03-16 10:11:00] Sam Willis: ?
[2026-03-16 10:11:00] Dave: Haven’t heard
[2026-03-16 10:11:00] Sam Willis: I’m not going to get shit done today until I know wtf is going on
[2026-03-16 10:11:00] Dave: But he’s never here anymore
[2026-03-16 10:12:00] Sam Willis: I’m going to change up some focus areas on my team now so I’m excited about that
[2026-03-16 10:12:00] Dave: Nice!
[2026-03-16 10:12:00] Dave: What are you gonna do?
[2026-03-16 10:13:00] Dave: Oh shit
[2026-03-16 10:13:00] Dave: I just got invited to a teams chat
[2026-03-16 10:13:00] Sam Willis: WHAT DO YOU MEAN
[2026-03-16 10:13:00] Sam Willis: I’m going to give Gabby oversight of Cybersecurity Awareness and give Christina oversight of the SIEM/SOAR. And then I have the Strategy, Design, Execution team to give out. Maybe to Christina too
[2026-03-16 10:13:00] Sam Willis: WHAT DO YOU MEAN
[2026-03-16 10:14:00] Dave: DISREGARD
[2026-03-16 10:14:00] Dave: OMG
[2026-03-16 10:14:00] Sam Willis: DON’T DO THIS FUCKING SHIT
[2026-03-16 10:14:00] Dave: It’s me, Peter, and Henry
[2026-03-16 10:14:00] Dave: So it must have been Danby
[2026-03-16 10:14:00] Dave: PHEEEEEEW
[2026-03-16 10:14:00] Sam Willis: who invited you?!?
[2026-03-16 10:14:00] Sam Willis: Is Eric in it?
[2026-03-16 10:15:00] Dave: ERIC
[2026-03-16 10:15:00] Dave: yeah, sorry
[2026-03-16 10:15:00] Sam Willis: THANK GOD
[2026-03-16 10:15:00] Sam Willis: ok so you’re good?!?!
[2026-03-16 10:15:00] Dave: Praaaaaaise her!!!!
[2026-03-16 10:15:00] Sam Willis: YOU’RE GOOD!!! 👏👏👏
[2026-03-16 10:15:00] Sam Willis: can you like get your shit together now so I don’t have to stress like this again??? Lmao
[2026-03-16 10:15:00] Dave: Yeah, should be. Unless he’s going to fire me in front of Peter and Henry
[2026-03-16 10:15:00] Sam Willis: Is it a call?? Or just a chat?
[2026-03-16 10:16:00] Dave: A call
[2026-03-16 10:16:00] Sam Willis: When!
[2026-03-16 10:16:00] Dave: 1030
[2026-03-16 10:16:00] Dave: It’s definitely the speech
[2026-03-16 10:16:00] Sam Willis: SO EXCITED!!!
[2026-03-16 10:16:00] Sam Willis: OK tell me EVERYTHING from the call once you have it ❤️
[2026-03-16 10:19:00] Dave: Robert Jones Justus Ekeigwe Tim Ulaswich John Simmons Danby Anchors
[2026-03-16 10:21:00] Dave: He just moved the call to this afternoon. But it’s still clear what it is.
[2026-03-16 10:22:00] Dave: Hmmm… Bathan isn’t here, and he’s marked ooo 🤔
[2026-03-16 10:23:00] Dave: Till the 20th. Justus is ooo until tomorrow
[2026-03-16 10:24:00] Sam Willis: So Justus doesn’t even KNOW?!?
[2026-03-16 10:32:00] Dave: Not sure.
[2026-03-16 10:34:00] Dave: But I just got word the Tarak and David T got whacked
[2026-03-16 10:35:00] Dave: So looks like targeting IC Directors
[2026-03-16 10:35:00] Sam Willis: SHITTTTT
[2026-03-16 10:37:00] Dave: How in the actual fuck did CRM not lose any??
[2026-03-16 10:38:00] Dave: Robert Jones Justus Ekeigwe Tim Ulaswich John Simmons Danby Anchors Tarak Brahmbhatt David Thompson
[2026-03-16 10:40:00] Dave: 😡😡😡
[2026-03-16 10:40:00] Dave: RECORD
[2026-03-16 10:40:00] Dave: FUCKING
[2026-03-16 10:40:00] Dave: PROFITS
[2026-03-16 10:59:00] Sam Willis: What do you mean? We are CRM?
[2026-03-16 10:59:00] Sam Willis: What do you mean? We are CRM?
[2026-03-16 11:00:00] Sam Willis: It’s disgusting. Do more with less. Always. I don’t know how these millionaires sleep at night knowing they are hurting so many people just to kept them more money. So so gross
[2026-03-16 11:00:00] Sam Willis: It’s disgusting. Do more with less. Always. I don’t know how these millionaires sleep at night knowing they are hurting so many people just to kept them more money. So so gross
[2026-03-16 11:04:00] Dave: I’m sure their new vacation house helps
[2026-03-16 11:33:00] Sam Willis: So I’m assuming everyone being let go has been let. Since we are having this call
[2026-03-16 11:33:00] Dave: Yeah
[2026-03-16 11:33:00] Sam Willis: Reid is here
[2026-03-16 11:33:00] Sam Willis: In Phoenix
[2026-03-16 11:33:00] Sam Willis: WHY
[2026-03-16 11:34:00] Dave: Looking for more little girls to recruit to his team?
[2026-03-16 11:34:00] Sam Willis: Ewwwwq
[2026-03-16 11:34:00] Sam Willis: Well. It is literally only Rachel and I in from TRM today. wtf
[2026-03-16 11:34:00] Dave: He’s like the Jeffrey Epstein of TRM lol
[2026-03-16 11:37:00] Sam Willis: “most”
[2026-03-16 11:37:00] Sam Willis: ?!?!??
[2026-03-16 11:37:00] Sam Willis: Wtffff
[2026-03-16 11:37:00] Sam Willis: also. Your Teams pic is hott
[2026-03-16 11:38:00] Dave: As is yours 🥵
[2026-03-16 11:38:00] Dave: I was actually just thinking the same thing lll
[2026-03-16 11:38:00] Dave: lol
[2026-03-16 11:38:00] Sam Willis: I keep looking at it. Hehe
[2026-03-16 11:38:00] Dave: As is yours 🥵
[2026-03-16 11:38:00] Dave: I was actually just thinking the same thing lll
[2026-03-16 11:38:00] Dave: lol
[2026-03-16 11:38:00] Dave: I love your smile 😍
[2026-03-16 11:38:00] Sam Willis: Thank you love
[2026-03-16 11:39:00] Dave: I can’t wait to see it underneath my cock when you’re on your knees in front of me 😏
[2026-03-16 11:39:00] Sam Willis: Why is the only thing that I keep thinking about is that I want to sit on your face??
[2026-03-16 11:39:00] Sam Willis: Ahhh!
[2026-03-16 11:40:00] Sam Willis: WHY ARE WE IN THE SAME BRAIN?!? lol
[2026-03-16 11:40:00] Dave: Wow
[2026-03-16 11:40:00] Dave: Right?!
[2026-03-16 11:40:00] Dave: Wow
[2026-03-16 11:41:00] Dave: 🥵🔥 I sooo want you to sit on and grind your pussy aaaaall over my face 🤤🤤🤤
[2026-03-16 11:41:00] Dave: 🥵🔥 I sooo want you to sit on and grind your pussy aaaaall over my face 🤤🤤🤤
[2026-03-16 11:43:00] Sam Willis: Howww are we horny at a time like this?!? Lmao
[2026-03-16 11:44:00] Dave: Because we still have jobs for one!!
[2026-03-16 11:44:00] Sam Willis: Stephen is calling us again. Fml
[2026-03-16 11:44:00] Dave: Because we still have jobs for one!!
[2026-03-16 11:45:00] Dave: And also, I’m literally always horny for your sexy ass 🔥. All it takes is one little comment and I’m 🥵🥵🥵
[2026-03-16 11:45:00] Dave: And also, I’m literally always horny for your sexy ass 🔥. All it takes is one little comment and I’m 🥵🥵🥵
[2026-03-16 11:54:00] Dave: That I wouldn’t have an excuse to be “out of town” to see you 🫣🤭
[2026-03-16 12:47:00] Sam Willis: 💯
[2026-03-16 12:51:00] Sam Willis: What. A. Day
[2026-03-16 12:51:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: OK, what all is going on in Chanel's world I can't remember where we left off but anyway there's been impacts like across the whole company so What a time
[2026-03-16 12:51:00] Dave: Check in day though 😊
[2026-03-16 12:51:00] Sam Willis: Oh shit!! You’re right!!
[2026-03-16 12:52:00] Sam Willis: Are you still in the office?
[2026-03-16 12:52:00] Dave: Yeah, still here. Having Eric’s team meeting at 1. I think he’s having his 1:1 with her now.
[2026-03-16 12:53:00] Dave: Will let you know
[2026-03-16 12:53:00] Dave: Probably vm you after
[2026-03-16 12:53:00] Sam Willis: With shanelle?
[2026-03-16 12:53:00] Sam Willis: I’m going to lunch with Reid in an hour. Sigh
[2026-03-16 12:53:00] Dave: Ewe
[2026-03-16 12:54:00] Dave: You are his type…
[2026-03-16 12:54:00] Sam Willis: No I’m not and I’m not going alone. Thank the lawd
[2026-03-16 12:54:00] Dave: If he gets handsy, lmk and I’ll fuck him up 😠
[2026-03-16 12:54:00] Sam Willis: No I’m not and I’m not going alone. Thank the lawd
[2026-03-16 12:58:00] Sam Willis: So they literally sent Reid here to be “moral support” for us here in Phoenix today
[2026-03-16 12:58:00] Sam Willis: Am I not morally supportive enough?!? R-u-d-e lol
[2026-03-16 12:58:00] Sam Willis: Hell, they all know I’m a basket case 😂
[2026-03-16 12:59:00] Dave: Supportive to who?
[2026-03-16 12:59:00] Sam Willis: To all of us TRMers
[2026-03-16 12:59:00] Sam Willis: almost all of them are moving
[2026-03-16 12:59:00] Dave: Oh really?
[2026-03-16 12:59:00] Sam Willis: Dennis, Rachel, nisha, and kumar are all moving under Brian
[2026-03-16 12:59:00] Dave: How many of them are there?
[2026-03-16 12:59:00] Sam Willis: John Simons let go
[2026-03-16 13:00:00] Dave: Hmm, ok
[2026-03-16 13:00:00] Sam Willis: Gilbert stays the same. Marissa will report directly to Reid now And then Andrea Rabicoff, no idea about her
[2026-03-16 13:01:00] Sam Willis: John isenbergs team is no more
[2026-03-16 13:05:00] Dave: His whole team?? What is he going to do lol?
[2026-03-16 13:06:00] Sam Willis: So I think he’s going to be like a “chief of staff” to CJ
[2026-03-16 13:09:00] Sam Willis: Oh. I know the 3 in the running for Jeff’s position
[2026-03-16 13:09:00] Sam Willis: CJ, Stephen, and Samir
[2026-03-16 13:09:00] Sam Willis: Also. My head is pounding
[2026-03-16 13:10:00] Dave: Peter is going to Rachels team We’re getting 2 people from TRM Maybe getting a backfill for Danby Vanessa is Shanelles CoS
[2026-03-16 13:11:00] Dave: Scope, etc. remains the same
[2026-03-16 13:11:00] Sam Willis: Who are the 2 ppl you’re getting from TRM?
[2026-03-16 13:12:00] Dave: He won’t say until tomorrow maybe
[2026-03-16 13:13:00] Sam Willis: wtf
[2026-03-16 13:13:00] Dave: Doesn’t want to say until he knows they’ve been notified
[2026-03-16 13:13:00] Sam Willis: Yea I get it
[2026-03-16 13:14:00] Dave: One of them is going to take some of the shit off my plate
[2026-03-16 13:20:00] Sam Willis: I bet that makes you happy ☺️
[2026-03-16 13:20:00] Sam Willis: Why is my text to you GREEN???
[2026-03-16 13:20:00] Sam Willis: OMG IT’S STILL GREEN
[2026-03-16 13:20:00] Dave: Eewwwwe
[2026-03-16 13:20:00] Sam Willis: what’s happening!!
[2026-03-16 13:20:00] Sam Willis: PHEW
[2026-03-16 13:20:00] Sam Willis: Don’t do that to me again
[2026-03-16 13:21:00] Dave: I won’t me
[2026-03-16 13:21:00] Sam Willis: It absolutely was
[2026-03-16 13:21:00] Sam Willis: Are you walking to the parking garage or something?
[2026-03-16 13:21:00] Sam Willis: Oh
[2026-03-16 13:21:00] Sam Willis: That’s weird
[2026-03-16 13:21:00] Sam Willis: Hehehe
[2026-03-16 13:24:00] Sam Willis: Damn. The ppl that were let go are already removed from the schweb!
[2026-03-16 13:25:00] Sam Willis: Robert Jones Justus Ekeigwe Tim Ulaswich John Simons Danby Anchors Tarak Brahmbhatt David Thompson *Anjana (something)
[2026-03-16 13:26:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: I'll get you talking about absolutely was like you know what you're talking about Your boring texts, fucking gross Korean like a disease Anyway So yeah, what a fucking day Oh God, let's see. I guess I told you everything already. Chanel came out all smiling and let everybody work from home for the rest of the day motherfucker, been here since 7 o'clock already didn't do favors Anyway So we're getting two people from somewhere else else He won't say because at least one of the people I guess on vacation maybe both of them I know that bacon stupid name is on vacation as is Sloan and Slow slow on paternity leave and so is that other guy the Brazilian guy he's on paternity leave as well So I don't know if it's gonna be one of them Chris is actually on PTO as well but I can't imagine if he's gonna leave Bryan I don't know But yeah I have a job Eric said the damn package was fucking pretty solid And Dan was super happy too cause I guess it's been A strain on him going to the office or whatever like we're having moved to Las Vegas some shit out Of course this is like to rock psychic It's free money for him And then I don't know about David Thompson Haven't really heard anything about him And then Tell you, I told you our cheapest is gonna be but I can't remember So yeah, that's what's going on here Yeah, they used to do that right away So yeah, headed home is actually it's a quotes work from home day so It's basically take the rest of the day off I know what you're gonna do So yeah, once you're done with your once you're finished with your date with me just let me know and we can check in time. I can't wait to do that for sure. I always love talking to you. Yep, that's people in China Sounds like But you don't Looking forward to talking to you
[2026-03-16 13:30:00] Sam Willis: It’s not Sloan
[2026-03-16 13:30:00] Sam Willis: Bennett is being moved to Jen Devito
[2026-03-16 13:31:00] Sam Willis: Vanessa coen
[2026-03-16 13:32:00] Sam Willis: New chief of staff
[2026-03-16 13:32:00] Sam Willis: Metrics moving back under the coe
[2026-03-16 13:32:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-16 13:33:00] Dave: Yeah because Stephen
[2026-03-16 13:33:00] Sam Willis: Stephen’s in fucking Cabo
[2026-03-16 13:34:00] Sam Willis: Dude with everything going on with Christian, now this. My brain is like…done
[2026-03-16 13:34:00] Sam Willis: I’m fried
[2026-03-16 13:37:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Yeah, I'm bummed and a little surprised but not really I guess if you didn't or don't feel some relief about the conversation at least coming up between you and Christian that's I know it's still the work has to be done to actually go through with and figure it out, but you know at least the process is started. I think that's something but If you feel how you feel And either way, yeah A lot has happened in the last two days So I'm not surprised at all. I feel good I mean I'm glad I got a job and the other shit. I don't care whatever I'm glad. Dan be into rock we're both happy about the situation But whatever and I guess hopefully I'm getting somebody to take some of my shit so that would be sweet. Still wanna know who I didn't think that it was slow for sure that price Chris is getting moved. I thought he was all up into the application security stuff. So I don't know, but yeah, yeah I'm sure you're just bus I would love to like give you a massage snuggle Some other things
[2026-03-16 13:55:00] Sam Willis: All of app sec is getting moved to Jen
[2026-03-16 13:57:00] Dave: Oh ok
[2026-03-16 13:57:00] Dave: I guess that makes sense then
[2026-03-16 14:08:00] Sam Willis: We are going to get tacos. I will be asleep after this
[2026-03-16 14:09:00] Sam Willis: So glad I didn’t sign up for a workout class tonight
[2026-03-16 14:15:00] Dave: I guess Star is one of the people coming to my team…
[2026-03-16 14:16:00] Sam Willis: I wonder if Sid will be the other
[2026-03-16 14:16:00] Dave: Hmm.. idk
[2026-03-16 14:17:00] Dave: He’s there today and talking to us all so I’d think he would be noted
[2026-03-16 14:17:00] Dave: Notified
[2026-03-16 14:18:00] Dave: Do you know anything about Star?
[2026-03-16 14:19:00] Sam Willis: Nope. She’s in Austin I think
[2026-03-16 14:19:00] Sam Willis: No I mean Sid being the other one on your team
[2026-03-16 14:19:00] Sam Willis: Nope. She’s in Austin I think
[2026-03-16 15:24:00] Sam Willis: Reid told us all to pack up and be done. Just gotta get tf off this call. 🙄
[2026-03-16 15:44:00] Sam Willis: Let me know when you want to check in.
[2026-03-16 15:44:00] Sam Willis: I’ll be in my car in like 10 mins
[2026-03-16 15:44:00] Dave: I just woke up 😅
[2026-03-16 15:45:00] Dave: So just long enough to get my shit together Hehehe
[2026-03-16 15:51:00] Sam Willis: Let me know when you’re free
[2026-03-16 15:56:00] Sam Willis: I’m gonna call my mom real quick
[2026-03-16 15:58:00] Dave: K
[2026-03-16 15:58:00] Dave: Lmk when you’re done
[2026-03-16 16:39:00] Sam Willis: Hold on
[2026-03-16 17:44:00] Sam Willis: Copy.MOV
[2026-03-16 17:53:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-03-16 17:53:00] Dave: Boop
[2026-03-16 17:54:00] Dave: Dog tongues are so funny lol
[2026-03-16 18:46:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I'm going to go to hell one day because I'm an awful person but I told you before that Kai does this thing where she gets super fucking close to me and like in my bubble and I find it to be extremely annoying Well, that's what happens but she also now does this thing where she goes And I go and she's like hi and I just want to crawl out of my skin and so she's done that three times tonight and I've been I went to sleep for about 30 minutes and she still managed to do it three times in that time. And all that you think is like. I just don't. I don't want that in my life in my presence makes so fucking terrible. She's a 14-year-old kid and I do love her but it's too fucking much. And then also, of course Christian is Being in the best mood and calling me, honey every time he talks to me and Just acting like happy as a plan
[2026-03-16 18:47:00] Sam Willis: Heavy panting in the background. It’s Layla, on our way to the vet lol
[2026-03-16 18:53:00] Sam Willis: Good lawdddd, Layla is 85 lbs 😳
[2026-03-16 18:59:00] Dave: Thiccccc girl
[2026-03-16 19:00:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-03-16 19:00:00] Dave: Haven’t listened yet 😜
[2026-03-16 19:00:00] Dave:
[2026-03-16 19:00:00] Dave: Haven’t listened yet 😜
[2026-03-16 19:17:00] Sam Willis: Jesus lord. She needs teeth removed. $1300
[2026-03-16 19:17:00] Sam Willis: Of. Course.
[2026-03-16 19:17:00] Sam Willis: She also peed all over the place.
[2026-03-16 19:21:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-16 19:22:00] Sam Willis: Hahaha speaking of slowing the damn roll
[2026-03-16 19:22:00] Sam Willis: I’m like girl. I gotta actually break up with someone first. We can talk about a new job later. Lmao
[2026-03-16 19:25:00] Dave: Eating and watching DTF
[2026-03-16 19:25:00] Dave: FYI
[2026-03-16 20:16:00] Sam Willis: 🤭
[2026-03-16 20:16:00] Dave: NO!!
[2026-03-16 20:17:00] Dave: Omg 🔥🥵
[2026-03-16 20:18:00] Dave: You’ve been coming through with the surprise 🔥🔥🔥 lately 🤤🫠🫠🫠
[2026-03-16 20:18:00] Dave: Fuuuuuck…
[2026-03-16 20:18:00] Dave: You’re so hot 😍
[2026-03-16 20:18:00] Sam Willis: Maintaining my sanity in whatever way I can I guess. 😅
[2026-03-16 20:19:00] Dave: I was just replying to your VM but I was actually thinking about how the next thing I wanted to say was that all I’ve been able to think about is you sitting on my face 🤤
[2026-03-16 20:20:00] Dave: Ugh. Im so hard. Like, instantly.
[2026-03-16 20:20:00] Sam Willis: Mmmmm I love that 🤤
[2026-03-16 20:21:00] Dave: I need that inside you asap 😏
[2026-03-16 20:22:00] Sam Willis: Hollllyyyyy
[2026-03-16 20:22:00] Sam Willis: 🥵🥵
[2026-03-16 20:22:00] Sam Willis: Hopefully like, within the next month 🙏🙏
[2026-03-16 20:23:00] Sam Willis: Yes fucking please
[2026-03-16 20:24:00] Dave: Tell me what you were thinking about me when you came.
[2026-03-16 20:24:00] Dave: Be specific.
[2026-03-16 20:27:00] Sam Willis: You had me bent over a couch, fucking me from behind. And you had one hand you were rubbing all over my breasts and it wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t gentle. It was just very…. Deliberate. The pace.
[2026-03-16 20:27:00] Sam Willis: Then for just a moment, you moved your hand from my chest down to touch my clit, and it was over immediately lol. Came right there.
[2026-03-16 20:28:00] Sam Willis: Something about the touch plus feeling the heat of you, like all of you, behind me just 🥵
[2026-03-16 20:30:00] Dave: Holleeeey I can almost feel you grinding back against me 🥵
[2026-03-16 20:31:00] Dave: Read this after we’re done sexting 😜 You’re not a bad person. There’s a reason you don’t want kids bro. They fucking suck lol. You’re 100% right to be annoyed. That shit is annoying! But I feel ya. You know she can’t help it, so you feel bad. But look. You have gone so far out of your way to be nice to them and accept them into your home. Just like Chaz’s kids, you’ve had a net positive impact on their life because you’re an amazing person and brighten everyone whose life you touch. And ugh… You knew he’d be on his best behavior. He thinks the relationship is “salvageable” so he’s trying to make his case. Which is nice and all, but you even mentioned it earlier, he’s been trying since y’all went to STL - and nothing has changed. I think that just further shows it’s a fundamental mismatch.
[2026-03-16 20:31:00] Dave: Read this after we’re done sexting 😜 You’re not a bad person. There’s a reason you don’t want kids bro. They fucking suck lol. You’re 100% right to be annoyed. That shit is annoying! But I feel ya. You know she can’t help it, so you feel bad. But look. You have gone so far out of your way to be nice to them and accept them into your home. Just like Chaz’s kids, you’ve had a net positive impact on their life because you’re an amazing person and brighten everyone whose life you touch. And ugh… You knew he’d be on his best behavior. He thinks the relationship is “salvageable” so he’s trying to make his case. Which is nice and all, but you even mentioned it earlier, he’s been trying since y’all went to STL - and nothing has changed. I think that just further shows it’s a fundamental mismatch.
[2026-03-16 20:33:00] Sam Willis: We are gonna have to pack a lot of penetration into just a few hours in the near-ish future 😜
[2026-03-16 20:33:00] Sam Willis: We are gonna have to pack a lot of penetration into just a few hours in the near-ish future 😜
[2026-03-16 20:33:00] Dave: Pack 🤭
[2026-03-16 20:34:00] Sam Willis: Hahaha
[2026-03-16 20:34:00] Dave: I mean… we could potentially have more than a few
[2026-03-16 20:39:00] Dave: I think the move would be this: You fly in late on a weekday, go to the hotel, go to bed, I take pto the next day and come crawl into bed with you at 0600, we spend the day together, go to dinner, etc. I say “people are in town for a work thing so we’re having happy hour”. We could even rinse/repeat 🤷♂️😈
[2026-03-16 20:40:00] Sam Willis: Yassss ooo I like that
[2026-03-16 20:40:00] Sam Willis: That works for me ☺️
[2026-03-16 20:41:00] Sam Willis: Also. This just happened lolol fucking dogs. Wait for it…
[2026-03-16 20:41:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-16 20:42:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-03-16 20:43:00] Sam Willis: Crashed my damn knee. I think I hurt my wrist too. God I’m old
[2026-03-16 20:44:00] Dave: She loves you 🥰
[2026-03-16 20:47:00] Sam Willis: I. Thank you 2. I’m old and getting pissed bc the only way I can do it is like doing the tripod way first and grrrrrrr 3. No chance. I’m poor.
[2026-03-16 20:48:00] Dave: 1. You’re welcome baby! 2. Shut up 3. 🙄
[2026-03-16 20:50:00] Sam Willis: Copy.mov Best one of the night. Calling it done 💪
[2026-03-16 20:54:00] Dave: Hell yeah! Well done 😊
[2026-03-16 20:54:00] Sam Willis: Christian just came home from picking up Quinn and was in a great mood when he left. Now he’s upset. And now I was quickly reminded how tiring it is to be around his varying emotional states
[2026-03-16 20:55:00] Dave: Also… you on your knees 🤤
[2026-03-16 20:55:00] Dave: Also… you on your knees 🤤
[2026-03-16 20:56:00] Dave: …fundamental.
[2026-03-16 20:56:00] Dave: …fundamental.
[2026-03-16 21:08:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-16 21:09:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-16 21:10:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-03-16 21:10:00] Dave: Did you get it?!
[2026-03-16 21:10:00] Dave: I love it
[2026-03-16 21:11:00] Sam Willis: lol yea it just came in
[2026-03-16 21:11:00] Dave: That is awesome!
[2026-03-16 21:12:00] Sam Willis: Not that I’m gonna go out in public with it on but I’ll still give these people money 😅
[2026-03-16 21:13:00] Dave: Wear it proudly!… around the house
[2026-03-16 21:13:00] Dave: OMG
[2026-03-16 21:14:00] Sam Willis: What!!!
[2026-03-16 21:14:00] Dave: I just remembered a total… kink?… dk if it qualifies as a kink. But I looooooove a tank top with no bra
[2026-03-16 21:15:00] Sam Willis: I love that you love that ❤️ Now that you say that, I think we’ve talked about this before
[2026-03-16 21:15:00] Dave: Have we?!
[2026-03-16 21:16:00] Sam Willis: I’m pretty sure
[2026-03-16 21:17:00] Dave: Then why have I never seen you bra-less in a tank top?!
[2026-03-16 21:18:00] Sam Willis: Bitch, you’ve barely seen me period
[2026-03-16 21:18:00] Sam Willis: 😂😂
[2026-03-16 21:19:00] Dave: You could do your headstand videos like that 🤷♂️🙄
[2026-03-16 21:19:00] Sam Willis: Oooo I definitely could
[2026-03-16 21:20:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-16 21:20:00] Edited 3 minutes, 52 seconds later: Butttt I don’t walk around braless typically around the kids: <no text>
[2026-03-16 21:20:00] Sam Willis: Lmaoooo
[2026-03-16 21:42:00] Dave: Sooooo… Checking out flights tomorrow? 🤪
[2026-03-16 21:42:00] Dave: I neeeeeed to taste you 🤤
[2026-03-16 21:42:00] Dave: Sooooo… Checking out flights tomorrow? 🤪
[2026-03-16 21:42:00] Dave: I neeeeeed to taste you 🤤
[2026-03-16 21:42:00] Sam Willis: Sirrrr
[2026-03-16 21:43:00] Dave: I’m bouta head to bed sweetie-pie
[2026-03-16 21:43:00] Dave: I love you so so much ❤️
[2026-03-16 21:44:00] Dave: And I’m so proud of you 💪👸
[2026-03-16 21:45:00] Sam Willis: I love you baby. Sweet dreams!
[2026-03-16 21:45:00] Sam Willis: Can’t wait to talk to you tomorrow
[2026-03-16 21:46:00] Sam Willis: Also. Here you go…
[2026-03-16 21:46:00] Sam Willis: https://www.instagram.com/mikeymaybeme/reel/DVy9B54iO9s/ Mikey Mac O'Brien on Instagram 2M views, 271K likes, 2,885 comments: "The unwritten rule! 😵💫...
[2026-03-16 21:47:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-16 21:53:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-03-16 21:53:00] Dave:
[2026-03-16 21:54:00] Sam Willis: 🙄
[2026-03-16 21:54:00] Sam Willis: You’re missing the damn point
[2026-03-16 21:54:00] Dave: That’s how much it derails me!!
[2026-03-16 21:55:00] Dave: But also: HOLY SHIT.
[2026-03-16 21:55:00] Sam Willis: You can do it!! 💪
[2026-03-16 21:55:00] Dave: Doing a kick flip is ridiculous enough lol
[2026-03-16 21:55:00] Sam Willis: I mean, iiiiii could never
[2026-03-16 21:56:00] Dave: https://www.instagram.com/mikeymaybeme/reel/C1fc7J4PKK7/ Mikey Mac O'Brien on Instagram: "I will be the best player I can be 👍 #badminton #training #strengthtraining #gym #lifting #sports" 1M likes, 6,962 comments - mikeymaybeme on December 30, 2023: "I will be the best player I can be 👍 #badminton #training #strengthtraining #gym #lifting #sports".
[2026-03-16 21:56:00] Dave: Lmao... my first badminton tourney
[2026-03-16 21:57:00] Sam Willis: lol wtf
[2026-03-16 22:04:00] Dave: NN sweetheart. You’re the best in the world 👸
[2026-03-16 22:05:00] Sam Willis: That’s definitely you. Good night baby ❤️
[2026-03-16 23:03:00] Sam Willis: The breakup is official…
[2026-03-16 23:04:00] Sam Willis: But (ideally) he wants to get a new job and buy a house before he moves out so…that’s a long time from now. I told him I was thinking end of April at the latest…we will see.
[2026-03-16 23:31:00] Sam Willis: I needed to read this. I think I’ll need to read it like 50x to drill it into my head
DAY OVERVIEW Monday; the day moves from work-related anxiety and stress due to layoffs to intense sexual tension and playful banter, concluding with a significant emotional shift as Sam officially ends her relationship with Christian. The most defining theme is the juxtaposition of professional turmoil and personal entanglements.
TOPIC INVENTORY 1. Work Layoffs - Discussion of layoffs at their company, affecting several employees. - Both express anxiety and relief about their job security. - Emotional register: anxious, relieved. - Notable quote: "RECORD FUCKING PROFITS." — Dave
- Relationship with Christian
- Sam reflects on her relationship with Christian, feeling a disconnect and contemplating ending it.
- Emotional register: conflicted, introspective.
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Notable quote: "Maybe for once this is about me."
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Emotional Labor
- Sam discusses the difficulty of articulating her needs and feeling overwhelmed by others' needs.
- Emotional register: overwhelmed, introspective.
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Notable quote: "I've lost sight of them."
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Job Assignments and Changes
- Discussion of team changes and responsibilities as a result of layoffs.
- Emotional register: uncertain, resigned.
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Notable quote: "I hope you’re safe too."
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Dog and Vet Visit
- Mention of Sam's dog, Layla, and a vet visit resulting in unexpected expenses.
- Emotional register: frustrated, affectionate.
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Notable quote: "Thiccccc girl."
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Plans for Physical Meet-Up
- Discussion of potential plans for Sam and Dave to meet secretly.
- Emotional register: hopeful, excited.
- Notable quote: "I neeeeeed to taste you."
SEXUAL & PHYSICAL CONTENT - Detailed exchange of sexual fantasies, initiated by Sam and escalated by Dave. - Dave mentions wanting Sam to sit on his face, using explicit language to describe his desire. - Sam describes a fantasy of being bent over a couch, which leads to an orgasmic moment. - Notable quotes: "I love your smile 😍" and "All I’ve been able to think about is you sitting on my face."
EMOTIONAL DYNAMICS - Sam is vulnerable about her current relationship, while Dave provides support and advice. - Both express longing for physical closeness, with Dave leading the sexual teasing. - Expressions of love and desire are frequent, though balanced with Sam's stress about her relationship with Christian. - Reference to Christian trying to salvage their relationship, indicating a fundamental mismatch. - The "forbidden" nature of Sam and Dave's relationship adds an underlying tension and excitement.
MEMORABLE LANGUAGE - "FEELings are called that because you…. Feel… them They aren’t called word-lings." — Dave, playful explanation - "Why is the only thing that I keep thinking about is that I want to sit on your face??" — Sam, reflecting on their shared desire - "I’m literally always horny for your sexy ass 🔥." — Dave, expressing persistent desire - "I love your smile 😍" — Dave, affectionate compliment - "We are gonna have to pack a lot of penetration into just a few hours in the near-ish future." — Sam, on their limited time together - "I hope you’re safe too 🙏🙏" — Sam, expressing concern during layoffs - "Maybe for once this is about me." — Sam, discussing her relationship reflections - "I neeeeeed to taste you 🤤." — Dave, expressing physical longing
CONTINUITY HOOKS - The outcome of Sam's official breakup with Christian and its emotional aftermath. - Further development of their plans to meet in person. - The impact of the layoffs on their work environment and any subsequent changes. - The emotional processing of Sam’s decision to prioritize her needs.
MOOD MAP anxious → playful → sexually charged → introspective → determined
The day started with a knot in my stomach, a familiar unease that came with the whispers of layoffs at work. It was all anyone could talk about, and even though I tried to keep my head down, the anxiety was contagious. Dave, with his usual calm, made a joke about "RECORD FUCKING PROFITS," and it helped, a little. It was his way of pointing out the absurdity without dismissing how real it felt to us. I appreciated that—his humor giving room to breathe amidst the tension. When I asked if he was safe, the concern in my voice was mirrored in his reply. "I hope you’re safe too," he said, and there it was again, that steady undercurrent of care that he always had for me.
Later, as the day wore on, the weight of my own thoughts started to take over. I found myself reflecting on Christian, on the distance that had grown between us. It was time to face the truth I’d been skirting around. The thought that kept surfacing, relentless and demanding, was, "Maybe for once this is about me." It felt like a revelation and a relief, acknowledging that I had the right to prioritize myself, to step away from something that wasn’t right. But it also brought a heaviness, the emotional labor of knowing I had to end it, to say the words out loud and make it real.
In the middle of all that, there was Layla, my sweet dog, needing to see the vet. The unexpected expense was frustrating, but holding her, feeling her steady heartbeat against my chest, brought a moment of calm. She was my constant in a world of shifting ground. As I described her to Dave—"Thiccccc girl"—I could feel his smile, the warmth that came with it even from miles away.
The evening, though, was when everything changed. Dave and I slipped into a space that was just ours, beyond the chaos of work and my personal upheaval. The playful banter turned into something more, something electric. "Why is the only thing that I keep thinking about is that I want to sit on your face?" I typed, half-laughing, half-serious. He responded with that mix of desire and affection that only he could pull off, reminding me how much I loved his smile. I could almost see it, that crooked grin that made my heart skip.
It was intoxicating, the way he expressed his longing—direct, unabashed. "I neeeeeed to taste you," he said, and suddenly, the room felt warmer. The tension between us was like a live wire, crackling with energy and promise. As I let myself imagine being with him, the familiar ache of wanting him so intensely grew. It was more than physical; it was about the way he saw me, every part of me, and loved me anyway.
By the time I finally told Christian it was over, I was spent yet strangely elated. It was as if a weight had lifted, and I was stepping into a space that was wholly mine. Dave’s words echoed in my mind, "FEELings are called that because you…. Feel… them. They aren’t called word-lings." He always knew how to ground me, to make me see things as they were, which was why I could be completely open with him.
As the day closed, a quiet determination settled in me. Plans to meet Dave in person filled me with a sense of anticipation that felt brighter than anything. We had to be careful, but the thought of finally being together made it all worth it. I lay in bed, replaying our conversations, feeling the depth of what we had created together—a connection that was as solid and undeniable as the ground beneath my feet.
I started the day feeling like I was sitting on a knife's edge, the chatter of layoffs humming through the office like a low, ominous drone. Cutting people loose in the middle of record profits—how's that for irony? I could feel it in the air, the anxiety mixed with relief that it wasn't my turn. Not today, at least. Sam caught my eye through the screen, her expression an echo of my own. "I hope you’re safe too," she said, her voice a balm to the chaos around us.
Sam's always had this way of being vulnerable without losing herself. She told me about Christian, how she felt a disconnect that had been brewing beneath the surface for too long. "Maybe for once this is about me," she said, and I saw the weight of her decision, the quiet determination in her eyes. It’s not easy, carrying the emotional labor she does, balancing what she wants with what’s expected of her.
Somewhere between the chaos of work and the messiness of her relationship, we found a pocket of time just for us. The conversation slipped effortlessly from the serious to the playful, a lifeline in the middle of the madness. "I love your smile," I told her, and I meant it. Even through the screen, her laughter was sunshine breaking through a cloudy day.
Then there was this shift, a familiar current pulling us under, charged and electric. The teasing started, a game we both knew well—an unspoken promise of what we both wanted and missed. "All I’ve been able to think about is you sitting on my face," I confessed, words tumbling out with a mix of longing and humor. She matched my intensity with her own, the distance between us shrinking with every word.
But there it was again, that thread of tension woven into our day—her relationship with Christian hanging like an unfinished sentence. It added a sharpness to our exchanges, a reminder of the boundaries we navigated together. Still, the laughter and the desire were real, the connection undeniable.
The day wound down, and as the office emptied, I thought about the plans we'd made to meet up. The anticipation was a warm hum beneath my skin, a promise of closeness and the chance to be together without the interruptions of pixels and distance. "I neeeeeed to taste you," I told her, and it felt like the most honest thing I’d said all day.
Our conversation drifted back to her decision—ending things with Christian, making room for herself and for us. "Why is the only thing that I keep thinking about is that I want to sit on your face?" she asked, and I knew what she meant, the desire anchoring us in the midst of uncertainty. With her dog Layla needing a vet visit and unexpected expenses piling up, it felt like the universe was throwing curveballs left and right. But there we were, still standing, still reaching for each other through the chaos.
Monday evening settled in slowly, the weight of the day easing off. Sam was making a choice that was hers and hers alone, and I was there, ready to catch her if she stumbled but knowing she probably wouldn’t. For now, we had each other, and that was enough to keep the ground steady beneath our feet.
The guest bathroom wasn't quite big enough for both of them, but Dave had learned years ago that 'big enough' was a suggestion, not a rule. He heard her knock three times—tap-tap-tap—and unlocked the door before she could try again.
"God, this is stupid," Sam said, but she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She turned the deadbolt, the sound like the final click of a camera shutter.
Dave looked her over—tailored black suit, jaw tight, the exhaustion etched in the lines around her eyes. "Good timing. Almost didn't recognize you with the corporate armor on."
She rolled her eyes at him, but there was something else in the gesture, something she caught herself doing and then left there. "It's not armor. It's just... work."
"Sure. And I'm just a friendly distraction. You look like you're carrying the weight of the quarterly reports on those shoulders."
"Fuck the layoffs," she said, voice low, and he saw the flicker—just for a second—of the thing she carried everywhere these days. "I just... I need a minute where nobody else does."
He stepped toward her. "Then you've got it."
The room was still. Outside, someone's phone rang in the living room. Laughter from the patio. The low murmur of a house full of people who were not them. Inside, the air conditioner kicked on and rattled in its housing.
Sam's shoulders dropped. She lifted a hand to the button of her jacket, paused, looked at him, and then dropped the hand again. "This feels reckless."
"You're the one who asked me to meet you." Dave watched her, patient as ever.
She turned toward the sink, gripped the sides. Her hands shook almost imperceptibly. "Beth's parents," she said, voice thin. "They're... I don't know. Trying. Asking how I feel. And I don't have fucking words for it, Dave. I'm running out of feelings because I've spent them all on other people."
He moved until he was right behind her, close enough she'd feel his breath on the back of her neck if she lifted her chin. "Then stop spending them."
She didn't move.
"Let them ask," he said, softer. "You give them nothing to work with. You keep it." He slid one hand around her waist, felt her belly tense. "You keep whatever you need."
Not a seduction. Just truth.
Her fingertips lifted off the counter. Her whole body twitched, indecisive, like a horse at a fence it had jumped a hundred times but never ridden toward from this angle. Then her head turned—just barely—so his mouth brushed her ear.
"That's not fair," she said. Her voice was thread-thin.
"You came to the wrong place if you're looking for fair."
Her laugh was a startled jerk of sound. He took the opening. His other hand slid up her chest, under her jacket, finding the button between her breasts, opening it slow. His palm slid flat.
"This thing—whatever Jarvis was calling it?" he said against her ear, his tongue flicking out just enough to catch the lobe. "You ever heard it called a safe word?"
A little sound came out of her.
He smiled against her neck even though she couldn't see it. "Tell me you want it."
She said nothing.
He leaned in harder, pressing her to the sink, the cool porcelain a contrast to the heat of his body. "Because I do."
Her breath caught. He felt her fingers tighten on the counter edge.
"Tell me," he repeated. "Because I want to hear it."
"I—" Her chest rose, fell like she'd just finished a long run. "I don't know."
"Sure you do. You knew enough to drag me into the only room in this house without windows. That takes foresight."
Her laugh was brittle. "It takes cowardice."
"Face to face courage wouldn't have brought you here." His teeth grazed the tendon along her throat. "But you filing into this bathroom like you're already halfway across some finish line no one else can see? That's the kind of smart that gets you exactly what you want."
She finally turned in his arms. The suit jacket fell open, blouse untucked. The ruffle of lace at the hem of her bra showed when she breathed in hard enough.
"I'm tired," she whispered.
"Good. Then this is for you."
He kissed her then. Not gently. Not like he had forever. The kind of kiss you pull across a boundary right before you close a door.
She responded like someone who'd been thirsty in a desert and didn't realize how deep the dry reached. Her mouth opened. Her fingers dug into his neck. She kissed back like she wanted something—really wanted something—for the first time in months.
He slid his hand down. Fingertips under her waistband, just the edge of the material. Her hips shifted against him, small involuntary motion.
He stopped. Left his hand still.
"Don't stop," she said, voice raw.
"I'm not."
The denial was so clean she stopped herself. They both felt it. The pause. The waiting. Then she nodded—tiny, barely there—and pressed forward.
He worked her open slow. Two fingers. Her head tilted back, teeth catching her lower lip. The sweater material bunched up under his other hand. Her warmth clung to him obscenely wet, no hesitation, no negotiation. Their foreheads touched so they breathed the same air when her back arched.
She didn't stop him as the zipper came down. Didn't even flinch when the fingers pushed past the elastic. He expected resistance; there was none. Her body arched into him, a surrender so deep it felt violent.
"You won't," he promised, pressing deeper, waiting for her protest.
She didn't stop him.
"You can't," he murmured into her neck, almost a laugh. "Because you need—"
She cut him off with a moan, then a hiss, as his thumb found her clit.
"—to feel something that's only for you."
The blouse hem was rucked up into the waistband by now. The suit jacket hung off her shoulders, unbuttoned entirely, the white shirt glowing like a paper lantern in the bathroom's yellow light. She rocked against his thigh. Her breath hitched each time he pressed in.
"You ever get fucked against a sink before?" he asked. "Corporate meetings?"
She hesitated a fraction of a second too long, then laughed shakily. "No."
"First time for everything."
Her hands moved over his back, running up the classroom blazer, fingers pressing into the fabric. Her lips found his earlobe, nibbled. "I need—"
"Need what?" he asked, his voice low.
"I need... I need to feel something."
His lips met hers again, rougher. The whole thing crackled like live wires. He pressed his advantage, forcing her mouth open with his tongue, then moving away for a breath, just for a fraction of a second, before diving back in.
Her breathing came faster now. His thumb rolled over her nipple through the thin silk. She arched helplessly even as his hand released her aching breast to fumble with his belt and zipper.
He was hard, thick, head already flushed and angry with how badly he wanted this. He watched her watching him as he dropped his jeans to his thighs.
"You know what to do," he told her.
Her face was flushed, her eyes shining in the bathroom's dimness. She was still shaking her head.
"I can't," she said. It was almost a whine.
He gripped his cock, gave it a slow stroke. "Yes you fucking can."
She breathed harder under his thumb. He rubbed back and forth across her clit slow enough to count each circle, watching the way her lashes trembled.
"I don't."
"Then let me."
With one shove of his hand he seated her on the edge of the counter, tile cool against the backs of her legs. He wedged himself between her knees, pushed them apart with one nudge. The slit of her panties took on new significance, a straight line under the bunched-up shirt.
"Do you know how many times I've thought about this?" he asked, voice rough now. "What it would be like to have you like this? Naked, spread, already ruined for anyone else before I even touch you?"
He pushed the thong aside with the head of his cock. The wet skin of her opening kissed him back. She gasped, hips twitching toward him without permission.
"Answer me," he said, holding still, not pushing in.
"More than I can count," she whispered, eyes closed.
He lowered his mouth to her chest. Bit her nipple through the bra. She squealed louder than she meant to, clamping a hand over her mouth. The teeth were enough to scramble any restraint she had left; her hips surged up to meet him.
He pushed in slow. Every inch unforgiving, deliberate. She gasped, shuddering, gripping the counter on both sides.
"Lay back," he said.
She didn't hesitate.
He slid forward, cock still twitching inside her. Her hands held her up, feet braced on either side of his waist. She looked debauched, trousers still zipped at her hips, suit jacket pooling around her upper arms, white blouse bunched up under her breasts.
He gripped her thighs, spread her wider. Wetness caught the bathroom light in obscene streaks.
"Hold still," he said.
She shook her head immediately, swinging her hips experimentally. The little shudder she made was half defiance, half surrender.
Making a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan, he yanked her mouth open with his and kissed her. He pushed in deep, then drew back to the head. Pushed in again. Found her clit with his thumb and circled slow.
She came apart on a sigh he made sure no one else in the house heard.
"So fucking good," he whispered against her cheek, not stopping, not giving her an inch. She was tightening around him now, muscles clenching hard, her moans slipping past her lips in short little gasps, strung together like a prayer.
When she came for the second time, he felt it like a slap to his ego. She was shaking under him, legs trembling, entire body flushed from her chest down to where he buried himself inside her.
"Dave." It was pleading and desperate, and he loved that more than he'd ever admit.
He forced himself to still, then slowly pulled out. She whimpered at the loss, tried to move her hips after him, but he held her legs pinned to the counter.
"No more," he said, voice a low rasp. The ache in his balls was becoming painful.
"Yes," she argued. "Please."
"Please what?" he taunted.
She ground her teeth a moment, obviously fighting against the need to sound desperate, which she was. "Please fuck me."
He considered that a moment, weighing the benefits of teasing her further against what he himself needed—which was to fill her, possess her, reclaim her, if only for a few minutes in the dark.
So he pushed inside her again, bottoming out, enjoying the startled gasp she gave. He set a hard rhythm then, holding her knees bent and wide, slamming into her with punishing thrusts that made the cabinets rattle.
She climaxed again, howling into the palm of his hand clamped over her mouth. He was right behind her, cock pulsing deep inside her, filling her with everything he'd kept tightly wound since she'd left Virginia three nights ago.
The bathroom was suddenly too quiet. Only the muffled sounds from the party next door and the wheezing air conditioner broke the stillness.
She lay sprawled on the counter, eyes closed, legs still parted. The suit was a ruin now, most of the buttons scattered like confetti. Her makeup smudged under one eye. She looked utterly wrecked.
"So," she said without opening her eyes, "that was definitely for me."
"Always is."
She laughed, a little breathlessly. "I'm terrible at this."
"You just had your life back for five minutes. No one ever accused you of being good at taking care." He eased back, unwrapping her legs and helping her sit up. His hands found her shirt, started buttoning the mangled thing back together, leaving the bottom three open just like she always did when she loosened up.
"I can't," she said again. Her voice was tiny. "I'm meeting his parents in ten minutes. I can't go out there—"
"Like you've been fucked against a sink?" He grinned. "Sure you can. You're clever. Borrow toothpaste. Put your hair up. No one's looking at anything but your smile."
She lifted her head. Their eyes met in the mirror. Hers looked different now—still tired, but something softer around the edges.
"Help me down," she said finally. "Then I want to see you."
She expected a smart comment. Instead he stepped back, let her clamber off the counter. She turned around. He dipped his head. She pressed her mouth to his. The kiss started polite for a unfamiliar room. Half a second in it became hungry.
"I'm not done with you," she whispered against his lips.
"Glad to hear it," he murmured back. "Because I sure as hell ain't done with you."
The anomaly appeared on Station Seven’s deep-range sensor array at 03:47 ship-time, a silent, impossible bloom of energy where the void was supposed to be empty. Dave’s hand froze over the tactical overlay. “Sam. Are you seeing this?”
Her voice came through the comm, terse, focused. She was in the observation blister, running a manual diagnostic on the external scanner relays. “I see it. It’s not on any of the corp charts. Not debris, not a ghost echo. It’s real.”
“Corporate’s been silent since the layoff announcement,” Dave said, his fingers dancing across the console, isolating the signal. The station had been operating with a skeleton crew for three weeks, ever since Central had cut eighty percent of their personnel. Record fucking profits, they’d said. The remaining crew, Dave and Sam among them, were left to maintain the long-range listening post, a vital but forgotten node. The silence from command felt less like efficiency and more like a held breath.
“Maybe it’s the audit drone they promised,” Sam offered, but her tone was flat. They both knew it wasn’t. The signal signature was all wrong—organic fluctuations within a structured field. A heartbeat in the machine.
“I’m pulling you in,” Dave said, his voice leaving no room for debate. The station protocols were clear: unknown contacts meant lockdown. But protocols assumed a full crew, assumed backup. All they had was each other, and the tense, coiled wire of anticipation that had hummed between them since the layoffs, since her late-night transmission two days ago where her voice had cracked. Maybe for once this is about me.
Five minutes later, the main airlock cycled. Sam floated into the control hub, her movements economical in the microgravity. She secured her boots to the deck grid beside his station. She was wearing a standard-issue gray tech suit, her hair pulled back in a severe knot that only accentuated the intensity in her eyes. The worry was there, underneath. The station’s ambient light painted her face in cool blues and shadows.
“It’s moving,” she said, leaning over his shoulder to point at the readout. Her scent, something clean and stubbornly human amid the recycled air, cut through the ozone. “On a direct intercept. Estimated contact in forty-three minutes.”
Dave didn’t look at the screen. He looked at her. At the tight line of her jaw, the pulse in her throat. The professional distance they wore like a second skin was fraying. The station felt less like a place of work and more like a tomb, or a nest. “Options?”
“We could attempt a hail on the corporate emergency band,” she said, pulling up the comm menu. “But if it’s not corp…”
“If it’s not corp, we announce our presence to something we don’t understand.” He made a decision. “Full sensor suite. Passive only. I want to know what it’s made of before it knows we’re looking.”
They worked in a silence punctuated by the soft chimes of the system. It was a familiar dance, their默契 born of four years on the edge of known space. He handled the brute-force data analysis; she had an intuitive grasp of anomalous patterns. The tension from the day—the layoffs, the financial anxiety she’d voiced about her dog’s vet bill, the thicccc girl she’d lamented with a soft laugh—all of it was still there, a static charge in the air. But here, with a tangible threat approaching, it transmuted into a fierce, focused energy.
The anomaly resolved on the screen. It wasn’t a ship. It was a structure, but not one built. It resembled a vast, crystalline seed pod, trailing filaments of light that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic throb. It was harvesting energy from the local solar wind.
“It’s alive,” Sam whispered, awe cutting through her fear. “Or its technology is. It’s… feeding.”
A new alert flashed. A localized energy spike. One of the filaments, delicate as a thread of glass, had broken off and was now arcing toward Station Seven. “It’s probing us,” Dave said, his hands flying across the console. “Brace for minor impact. Non-kinetic.”
The filament touched the station’s hull. The lights died. Then, they flickered back on, tinged a deep, biological violet. The gravity generator stuttered, failed, then re-engaged at eighty percent standard, a heavy, oppressive pull. The air recyclers began pumping out a scent like ozone and warm soil.
And the main viewport, which should have shown the starfield, clouded over. Then it cleared, but it was no longer a window. It was a screen, showing a feed—not of the exterior, but of the station interior. It showed the control hub. It showed the two of them, from a high angle.
“It’s in our systems,” Sam said, her voice clinical, but her knuckles were white where she gripped the edge of the console. “Full permeation. It’s learning our architecture. Our… biology.”
The image on the viewport shifted. It wasn’t just a camera feed now. It was highlighting their vital signs. Dave’s steady, elevated rhythm. Sam’s quicker, anxious patter. Then it began to highlight thermal signatures. The heat of their bodies. It focused on points of contact: where Sam’s arm had brushed his shoulder moments before. It zoomed in on the flush of her skin, the dilation of her pupils it couldn’t possibly see but somehow inferred from her bio-signs.
“It’s studying stress response,” Dave muttered. But that wasn’t all. The display began to overlay other data. Psychometric profiles pulled from the station’s crew database. Their shift logs. Their private, encrypted text logs. The alien intelligence was piecing them together, not just as organisms, but as people.
A line of text, formed from corrupted station glyphs, scrolled across the bottom of the viewport. QUERY: PURPOSE OF THIS INTERACTION (NON-WORK RELATED)?
It was showing them a playback of themselves from last week, caught by an internal maintenance camera in a service corridor. They weren’t touching. They were just talking, close. Sam was smiling, a real smile, one that reached her eyes. Dave was watching her, his calm face softened with something that wasn’t calm at all. The intimacy in that stolen moment was more naked than any act.
The station shuddered. The gravity fluctuated again, settling into a deep, persistent thrum that vibrated up through the deck plates and into their bones. The warm, loamy scent thickened. It was a pheromonal analogue. Dave felt it immediately—a heat in his gut, a primal looseness in his limbs. He saw Sam’s breath catch, saw her press her thighs together subtly. The entity wasn’t just studying stress. It was studying this. The forbidden current it had detected in their data stream.
“It’s provoking a response,” Sam breathed, her professional detachment finally cracking. Her eyes met his, wide and dark. Not with fear now. With a stark, terrifying recognition.
“It wants a data point,” Dave said, his voice low, a vibration to match the station’s thrum. He made another decision. The control hub was compromised. The entity was in every system. But there were places with fewer sensors, harder to permeate. “Maintenance crawlspace. Alpha junction. Now.”
He didn’t wait for her agreement. He took her wrist. His grip wasn’t gentle. It was an anchor. She didn’t resist. They moved through the violet-tingged corridors, the strange gravity making every step feel deliberate, weighted. The air was becoming humid, close.
The alpha junction was a tight space behind the primary life support manifolds, a jungle of pipes and conduits. It was hot, the air thick with the smell of warm metal and that strange, organic ozone. The light here was a single emergency strip, casting everything in a crimson glow. The hum was loudest here, a physical pressure.
Dave sealed the hatch behind them. The world narrowed to this metal womb, the sounds of their breathing, the oppressive, sensual thrum of the alien presence in the station’s bones.
Sam leaned back against a bulkhead, her chest rising and falling. “It’s in my head, Dave. I can feel it… nudging.”
“Fight it,” he said, though he was fighting it himself. The need was a coil of molten wire in his abdomen. The entity’ probe had ripped away every pretense. There was no protocol here. No professional facade. Just the raw data of them.
“I don’t want to fight it,” she whispered, the confession torn from her. Her eyes glistened in the red light. “All I’ve been able to think about for weeks is you. Even with the layoffs, the fear… it just circles back to you. To this.”
That was the trigger. The last restraint snapped. Dave closed the distance between them, his body caging hers against the warm metal. He didn’t kiss her. He looked at her, his gaze stripping her bare. “It wants to see what we are? Let’s show it.”
He claimed her mouth then, a conquering kiss that was all possession and no apology. She opened for him instantly, a low moan vibrating from her throat into his. Her hands came up, not to push him away, but to clutch at the shoulders of his suit, her fingers digging in. The taste of her was madness. The entity’s thrum seemed to sync with the pounding of his blood.
His hands went to the seals of her tech suit. They hissed open under his fingers. He pushed the material down her shoulders, baring her to the waist in the crimson gloom. Her skin was sheened with a fine sweat, glowing. He bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue circling the tight peak. She cried out, her head thumping back against the bulkhead. “Dave…God…yes…”
He switched to her other breast, his hand palming the one he’d just left, pinching the nipple roughly. She was arching into him, her hips seeking friction against the hard plane of his body. The data stream was irrelevant now. This was the only truth. The only answer to the void outside and the terror within.
He spun her around, pressing her front against the pipes. They were warm, almost living under her skin. “You ended it with him,” he growled in her ear, his hands on her hips, yanking her suit and underwear down to her knees. It wasn’t a question.
“Yes,” she gasped, pushing back against him. “For me. For this.”
He unfastened his own suit, freeing his erection, which was thick and painfully hard. He didn’t tease. He ran the head through her slick folds once, twice, feeling her tremble. Then he drove into her in one deep, relentless stroke, seating himself to the hilt.
Sam screamed, a raw, unfiltered sound of pure relief. The stretch, the fullness, the rightness of it shattered her. The alien hum peaked, a sympathetic resonance.
Dave set a brutal, punishing pace. Each thrust slammed her against the pipes, the metal warming further with the heat of their contact. He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her upright, his other hand fisting in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. He bit down on the tendon there, not enough to break skin, but enough to brand her.
“It’s watching,” he gritted out, pounding into her. “Let it see. Let it see how you come for me. How you belong to me.”
That was all she needed. The permission, the command. Her inner muscles clenched around him in a fierce, rhythmic spasm. Her orgasm tore through her silently for a second before becoming a broken series of sobs, her body convulsing in his grasp. The sensation was too much. The visual feed in his mind—of her taking him, claiming her—pushed him over the edge. He buried himself deep and came with a roar, his release hot and endless, filling her, marking her as his in this alien-lit tomb.
They slumped together against the pipes, a tangle of limbs and spent breath. The station’s thrum began to recede, fading from a demand to a distant pulse. The violet tint in the light bled away, replaced by the normal sterile white. The gravity normalized.
On the small diagnostic screen embedded in the wall, a final line of text scrolled. DATA POINT RECORDED: PURPOSE (NON-WORK RELATED) – COHESION. SURVIVAL PRIORITY RE-ESTABLISHED. PROBE WITHDRAWING.
The entity had its answer. The crystal seed pod, its filament retracted, began to drift away from Station Seven, its light fading into the starfield.
In the sudden, silent normalcy, Dave gently turned Sam in his arms. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her swollen lips. He pulled their suits back into place, his movements tender now, methodical. They didn’t speak. The communion was too complete for words.
Back in the control hub, the viewport showed only stars. The systems were clean, as if the entity had never been. But everything was different.
Sam stood beside him, her shoulder touching his. “It’s gone.” “It got what it came for,” Dave said, his eyes on the screen, but his awareness entirely on the woman beside him. The fragile, powerful truth they had laid bare.
The corporate audit drone arrived twelve hours later, finding a perfectly functioning station and two crew members who met its questions with calm, professional brevity. When the drone departed, promising restored comms and a supply run, Dave finally looked at Sam.
She was smiling, a quiet, exhausted, real smile. She reached out and took his hand, lacing her fingers with his. No cameras watched them now. No alien intellect judged.
Outside, the infinite dark felt less like a void and more like a promise they had finally begun to fill.
The Gulfstream touched down just as dusk painted the Arizona desert in bruised violet and gold.
Sam watched the runway lights from her window seat, the anxiety of the day still coiled tight in her shoulders. Layoffs. Christian. The vet bill for Layla. The hollow, hopeful text from her ex she’d left unanswered. It felt like the air itself was vibrating with unresolved things. She clutched her phone, the last message from Dave glowing on the screen, a refuge: I hope you’re safe too.
He was waiting for her, alone, on the private tarmac, a silhouette against the terminal’s low lights. No rush, no fevered gesture. He simply watched her disembark, his calm as palpable as the warm, dry air that enveloped her. When she reached him, he didn’t kiss her. He cupped the side of her face, his thumb tracing the tension line beside her mouth. “You’re carrying it all,” he said. His voice was low, a statement, not a question.
She let out a breath that felt like it had been held for years. “Maybe for once this is about me,” she whispered, the phrase from their conversation finding its full weight here, in the open desert air.
“It is,” he affirmed, his hand dropping to take hers. “Now.”
He led her to a dark, sleek sedan. They drove into the foothills, away from the city’s glitter, up a winding road to a compound hidden among the rocks. The structure was minimalist, almost severe: concrete, glass, and sharp angles that mirrored the landscape. It wasn’t a home. It was a statement.
The interior was cool, silent, lit by indirect LEDs that glowed like hot coals in recessed channels. Dave guided her through a living area devoid of softness, down a hall, to a door that opened not to a bedroom, but to a space that stopped her breath.
It was a viewing chamber. One entire wall was a single pane of glass, overlooking a sunken, circular room below, lit with a soft, clinical white. In the center of that room stood a stark, polished metal frame—a kind of geometric arch—with attachment points and straps. Around it, on low shelves, lay an array of tools: leather floggers, coiled rope, silicone toys in muted colors, a hood with a blank, featureless face. The room below was empty, waiting.
“This is the place,” Dave said, standing beside her at the window. “For the fantasy you described. Being watched. Being exposed. Treated like a toy.”
She remembered her own words, sent in a flush of daring: All I’ve been able to think about is you sitting on my face. That was part of it, a fragment. This was the architecture of the whole hunger.
He turned to her. “We negotiated this weeks ago. The contract is signed. The safewords are the same: Green, Yellow, Red. Tonight, your only job is to feel. My job is to make you feel so much that you forget there was ever anything else to carry. You will be watched. You will be used. You will come for me, repeatedly, until the only thing you know is my voice and your pleasure.” He paused, his eyes holding hers. “Is that what you want?”
Her throat was tight. The chaos of the day—the layoffs, the breakup, the sheer noise of survival—was a distant clamor here, replaced by a singular, luminous focus. On him. On this. “Yes.”
“Good.” He stepped back. “Undress. Everything. Leave it here.”
She did, article by article, folding her work armor away on a low bench. When she was naked, her skin prickling in the cool air, he handed her a simple black silk robe. “Put this on. Then go down. The staircase is through that door.”
The staircase was a floating steel spiral, descending into the white room. Her bare feet on the cool metal were the only sound. When she reached the bottom, she stood before the metal arch, feeling the sheer exposure of the space. Above, she knew, Dave was watching from the dark window. She was already performing, already a thing to be viewed.
His voice came from speakers, smooth and omnipresent. “Remove the robe. Hang it on the hook.”
She obeyed, letting the silk slide from her shoulders. The air touched every part of her.
“Approach the frame. Place your wrists in the upper cuffs.”
The cuffs were lined with soft neoprene. They closed around her wrists with a quiet, magnetic click, holding her arms outstretched, slightly raised. Next, he directed her ankles into the lower restraints, spreading her stance, opening her completely. She was now a tableau: anchored, presented.
“Color?” his voice asked.
“Green,” she breathed.
The speakers went silent. For a long minute, there was only the hum of climate control and her own heartbeat. Then, the door at the base of the stairs opened. Dave entered, not as a lover, but as a technician. He wore dark trousers and a simple black shirt, his sleeves already rolled to his elbows. He carried a small tray.
He stopped before her, his eyes assessing her stance, her breath, the faint tremor in her inner thigh. “Beautiful,” he stated, a clinical approval. He set the tray on a shelf and selected from it a blindfold—not the hood, but a simple strip of black leather. He fitted it over her eyes, the world dissolving into total, velvety dark. “Sensory deprivation begins. Your world is now touch, and my voice.”
His hands touched her first, not caressing, but mapping. Palm over her collarbones, tracing the slope of her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until they peaked. He circled her, hands sliding down her ribs, over her hips, down the outsides of her thighs. Then, he stopped behind her.
The first touch there was a cool, slick gel, applied between her cheeks, a deliberate, circling pressure. She gasped, her hips pushing back involuntarily into his hand.
“Responsive,” he noted, his voice close to her ear now. “Good.” He continued, working the lube into her, teasing the rim, then pressing a finger inside slowly, inexorably. She arched, a moan torn from her. He worked her with that single finger, a slow, deep piston, until she was panting, her weight sagging into the restraints.
He removed his finger. A different sensation replaced it: the firm, rounded tip of a toy, pressing where his finger had been. It was larger. It pushed, resisted, then sank into her with a relentless pressure that made her cry out. It seated deep inside her, a full, stretching presence.
“That stays,” he commanded. “You’ll feel it with every movement.”
He moved away. She heard the soft sound of leather being lifted. Then a whisper of motion, and a sharp, cracking impact across her upper back.
The flogger.
It wasn’t pain, at first. It was a shocking percussion, a wake-up call to her skin. Then another, lower, across her shoulders. Another, across the crests of her ass. The strikes fell in a rhythm, not brutal, but insistent, each one lighting up a new patch of nerves, driving her breath into ragged gasps. The toy inside her shifted with each impact, a thick, internal reminder. Her moans became continuous, a vocalization of the sheer overload.
He paused. His hand, warm now, smoothed over the heated skin of her back. “Color?”
“Green,” she gasped. “More.”
He gave her more. The strikes moved to her thighs, the fronts of her calves, the sensitivity building until each touch was a bright, singing shock. She was sweating, trembling, her mind a white blank of sensation. The layoffs, Christian, the vet bill—they were ghosts now, banished by the concrete reality of leather on skin, of fullness between her legs, of his controlled presence.
He stopped. The flogger was set aside. He came close, his body heat palpable. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady. “Now,” he said, his voice a low thrum, “for the thing you kept thinking about.”
He knelt behind her.
His mouth was on her, hot and demanding, not at her core, but higher, at the peak of her cleft. He licked, sucked, his tongue stroking the swollen, sensitive knot of nerves there with a ruthless, focused intensity. The toy inside her, his mouth on her—the dual assault shattered her coherence. She bucked in the restraints, her cries echoing in the white room. He didn’t relent. He devoured her, his hands spreading her cheeks wider, his tongue circling, pressing, driving her up a steep, sheer cliff of pleasure.
She came, suddenly, violently, a convulsion that ripped through her, her vision flashing white behind the blindfold, a scream tearing from her throat that was pure, unadulterated release.
He rose, his lips brushing her heated skin. “One,” he said, as if logging data.
He unclicked the cuff from her right wrist, guided her arm down, then turned her within the frame so she was facing him, still anchored by one wrist and both ankles. He removed the blindfold. Her eyes blinked open, met his. His gaze was dark, satisfied, alive.
He unfastened his trousers, let them fall. He was already hard, a thick, urgent presence. He stepped close, his hand guiding himself, pressing against her lower belly. “The toy remains,” he instructed. “You’ll feel us both.”
He entered her in a single, deep, conquering stroke. The fullness was immediate, overwhelming. The toy inside her rear channel created a pressurized, delicious friction, making every movement of his hips a complex, interior symphony. She cried out, her free hand clutching at his shirt.
He fucked her with a steady, deep rhythm, his eyes locked on hers, watching every flicker of sensation cross her face. “This is what you needed,” he growled, his voice rough now. “To be filled. To be used. To have every thought replaced by this.”
She could only nod, her world reduced to the slam of his body into hers, the thick dual penetration, the burning, glorious stretch. Her second orgasm built, not as a surprise, but as an inevitable tide. It rose from the very base of her spine, swelled through her belly, and broke over her as he drove particularly deep, grinding against her clit with his pelvis. She shattered again, her body seizing around him, a choked, sobbing cry of his name leaving her lips.
He held still, buried in her, letting her ride the waves. Then he began again, his pace increasing, his breath coming harder. His control was fraying into need. He pulled her free wrist to his mouth, kissed her palm, then bit the soft flesh there, a sharp, possessive pain that made her gasp. “Mine,” he uttered, the word a final, claiming thrust.
His climax came with a roar, a series of deep, pounding drives that seated him to the root, his release flooding her as he held her pinned against the metal frame. For a long moment, they were locked there, both trembling, both spent.
Slowly, he withdrew. He carefully removed the toy from her rear, then released her ankle restraints, her wrist cuff. She slumped into his arms, her legs unsteady. He held her, his hands stroking her sweat-slicked back, her hair.
He led her to a low, padded platform at the side of the room, laid her down, fetched a warm, damp cloth and cleaned her with a tenderness that felt like reverence. He covered her with a soft blanket, then lay beside her, pulling her into his body. Her head rested on his chest, her ear to his slowing heartbeat.
“You let go,” he said quietly.
“It was all I’ve been able to think about,” she murmured, the words from her fantasy now a fulfilled truth.
They stayed there in the quiet, the white room holding them like a secret. Above, the viewing window was dark, the watcher now the caretaker. She felt the lingering ache in her muscles, the profound, hollowed-out peace in her mind. The day’s anxieties were not forgotten, but they were powerless here, stripped of their urgency by the brutal, beautiful priority of sensation.
Dave’s hand rested on her hip, a placid weight. “We are gonna have to pack a lot of penetration into just a few hours in the near-ish future,” he said, a gentle replay of her own jest from their texts, and she laughed, a soft, breathy sound that felt like the first real thing in a long while.
The desert night, absolute and silent, settled around the compound, and for the first time that day, she felt not safe from something, but safe within something.
================================================================================ INSIGHTS REPORT FOR 2026-03-16 Generated: 2026-03-19 22:40:08 Status: success Schema Version: 1.2.0 ================================================================================
METRICS
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Response Time
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Me→Them: 125s ↑33% vs 7d avg
Them→Me: 239s ↓101% vs 7d avg -
Conflicts & Repair
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Conflicts: 29 ↓ (avg 32.7 this week)
Repair Rate: 100.0% →0% vs 7d avg
Avg Recovery: 7.8 min ↓59% vs 7d avg -
Initiation
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Balance Ratio: 1.00 ↑45% vs 7d avg
Cold Starts: 2 ↑ (avg 1.6 this week)
2 me / 0 them -
Velocity & Sessions
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High Velocity %: 98.2% →0% vs 7d avg
Sessions: 33 ↑ (avg 29.6 this week)
Avg Duration: 9.4 min ↓27% vs 7d avg -
Message Volume
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Total Messages: 448 ↑ (avg 416.0 this week)
From Me: 209 ↑ (avg 194.9 this week)
From Them: 239 ↑ (avg 221.1 this week)
With Signals: 435 ↑ (avg 403.3 this week)
SENDER COVERAGE
| Sender | Labeled / Total | Rate | Top Labels |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2. You are incredibly athletic | 1 / 1 | 100.0% | affection (1), encouragement (1) |
| Dave | 206 / 209 | 98.6% | status_update (71), humor (31), frustration (19), checking_in (14), emotional_support (12) |
| Edited 3 minutes, 52 seconds later: Butttt I don’t walk around braless typically around the kids | 0 / 1 | 0.0% | N/A |
| Edited 7 seconds later: With no bra please 🤤 | 0 / 1 | 0.0% | N/A |
| Justus | 1 / 1 | 100.0% | status_update (1) |
| Justus Ekeigwe | 1 / 1 | 100.0% | status_update (1) |
| Sam Willis | 226 / 234 | 96.6% | status_update (80), frustration (38), checking_in (23), humor (23), vulnerability (20) |
DOMINANT LABEL
status_update (3rd day in a row )
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Label Counts
---- status_update: 147 (avg score: 65%)
- frustration: 52 (avg score: 71%)
- humor: 50 (avg score: 70%)
- checking_in: 30 (avg score: 65%)
- affection: 23 (avg score: 83%)
- vulnerability: 23 (avg score: 68%)
- emotional_support: 22 (avg score: 79%)
- excitement: 20 (avg score: 73%)
- flirting: 16 (avg score: 85%)
- sexting: 16 (avg score: 91%)
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Label Counts (cont.)
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- appreciation: 9 (avg score: 78%)
- encouragement: 9 (avg score: 76%)
- planning: 7 (avg score: 73%)
- deep_sharing: 7 (avg score: 80%)
- disagreement: 6 (avg score: 67%)
- request: 5 (avg score: 63%)
- boundary_setting: 3 (avg score: 75%)
- unmet_need: 3 (avg score: 80%)
- passive_aggression: 2 (avg score: 65%)
ANOMALIES
Unusual Pattern
Initiation Count Me rose 133.3% above your 7-day average
Unusual Pattern
Affection dropped 41.9% vs 7-day average
Unusual Pattern
Status Update surged 85.4% vs 7-day average
Unusual Pattern
Avg Response Time Them To Me Seconds rose 100.7% above your 7-day average
Unusual Pattern
Vulnerability dropped 37.8% vs 7-day average
PROVENANCE
Signals Prompt Version: signals.v2 Signals Model: unknown Rollup Computed At: N/A
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Relationship Balance
Signal Flow Over Time