2026-03-17
Good Repair Day
36/37 conflicts resolved (97%) — avg recovery 5 min.
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[2026-03-17 00:29:00] Dave: Wow! God for you baby ☺️. That’s such a huge step
[2026-03-17 05:57:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-03-17 06:47:00] Dave: This morning was this. Fucking you from behind except I also had a small dildo hilted in your ass. I was feeling your breasts like you mentioned 🤤. None of it was rough or too hard. Just, intentional. Or deliberate. That’s a good word too. And in mine, you were rubbing your clit, and you came when I grabbed a handful of hair to hold on to. I didn’t jerk it… more like used it to gently pull your neck to my mouth. That’s actually when we both came. Me, irl 🥵
[2026-03-17 06:55:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Well, shit, just Wasted a bunch of time typing that, but I guess it's not a waste, but I used a bunch of time typing that all out before I pulled out the garage and then as soon as I did, I realized I could've just told you all about that fantasy in this voice message that I'm getting ready to create directly Anyway, yeah, so that was a fabulous morning for me And also, I saw it in the middle of the night your text about making it official on the breakup so that's interesting. I can't wait to hear all about that. Yeah, hopefully it was pretty smooth and Everything goes OK I Shannon Can't believe I like The hell is all kind of went down so quickly you got one hand, but I guess we talked about this yesterday right but on one hand it's felt like this impossible thing that was gonna take you months and months or whatever Make happen and get through and on the other hand you or we've been talking about it for months and months and you've been building up to it, reaching your limit So anyway, I'm we'll say again that I'm super proud of you for standing up for yourself and being strong And I feel like you don't give yourself enough credit for being strong kickball sometimes And I buy into that a little bit I guess, knowing that it's not true you're one of the strongest women that I've ever met But and you just show it every day I mean With this too, you're just an amazing person, capable and strong just kind of say the same words Yeah, I love that about you and I am super happy for you and of course for myself I've been trying to leave that out of it, but yeah, super excited I'll oh yeah so Buy a house I called that in the message this morning and I was half asleep. I'm not sure if I mentioned it or not in that text message back to you, but I thought about it, but I think I realized I was too much of sleep till like coherent but He's decent no position to buy a house right that's oh you know maybe I did like a face on it because I mean, you could barely get this car situation figured out hasn't come my house But That's whatever I mean I guess it's not whatever it's something you might think about Between now and then because end of April I could buy a house between now and the end of April that he's gonna have to get an apartment if you want to meet that deadline Yeah So that's all that I guess yeah I can't wait to hear that story if you want to call me on your way to work and talk talk we can do that too. I'll go outside or my car or something. Or you could just message me whatever you feel like I did I say good morning sunshine oh my gosh I may have been so wrapped up in the In that fantasy that I had this morning that I forgot my customary greeting wow anyway good morning sunshine. I didn't say that before. I hope you slept well and I know I went to sleep and woke up thinking about you. I slept pretty well Juliet's been trying to sleep in bed the last couple nights that sucked Not having like my ex spot right in the middle now over to the side, it's kind of whack and then of course she get comfortable I can't Turn the TV on or whatever so she goes back to her room But she started sleeping back in my room because Her room had been her bed been making her back hurt or some shit. I don't know, but she can't sleep in my bed either so I don't know that's whatever. Probably won't last much longer before she just starts going back to her room fingers crossed I guess taking a second to a bit But yeah, so other than that I slept pretty well. Slept a little later. I wanted to hear so I'm running a little late now. Oh yeah oh God I had 100 messages from this fucking guy on Etsy who is having issues with this/adapter I don't know if I told you that customer service is dumb Anyway, I'm rambling again about nothing Turn on my audiobook and the fuck out hopefully nobody else has got fired. See if my badge works that I get there. There was another round last night. Well, I love you sweetheart, and I can't wait to hear your voice
[2026-03-17 07:22:00] Sam Willis: Holy fuck, you are SO HOTTTTT!!! This was THE BEST THING EVER to see this morning!!!! ❤️❤️❤️🥵🥵🥵🥵
[2026-03-17 07:22:00] Sam Willis: Holy fuck, you are SO HOTTTTT!!! This was THE BEST THING EVER to see this morning!!!! ❤️❤️❤️🥵🥵🥵🥵
[2026-03-17 07:22:00] Sam Willis: Instantly wet
[2026-03-17 07:53:00] Dave: Mmmmmelted 🫠🥰
[2026-03-17 07:53:00] Dave: Mmmmmelted 🫠🥰
[2026-03-17 07:56:00] Dave: But only momentarily because I’m rock hard again after reading this 🥵🤦♂️
[2026-03-17 07:56:00] Dave: But only momentarily because I’m rock hard again after reading this 🥵🤦♂️
[2026-03-17 07:57:00] Dave: I know I keep saying this but, fuuuuck, woman… You have a hold on me like no other 🫠👸
[2026-03-17 07:57:00] Dave: I know I keep saying this but, fuuuuck, woman… You have a hold on me like no other 🫠👸
[2026-03-17 08:21:00] Sam Willis: Listening to your voice message 😭😭 you’re so sweet. Thank you for the compliments.
[2026-03-17 08:22:00] Sam Willis: YOU DIDN’T SAY GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE
[2026-03-17 08:23:00] Sam Willis: you redeemed yourself
[2026-03-17 08:23:00] Sam Willis: Hmph
[2026-03-17 08:23:00] Dave: Cmmmmmon
[2026-03-17 08:23:00] Sam Willis: Juliet’s been sleeping in bed with you?!?!
[2026-03-17 08:23:00] Sam Willis: This is a new development
[2026-03-17 08:23:00] Sam Willis: (App: Memoji)
[2026-03-17 08:24:00] Dave: Just the last 2 days
[2026-03-17 08:24:00] Sam Willis: Why does that make me feel all sorts of ways.
[2026-03-17 08:24:00] Sam Willis: That’s annoying
[2026-03-17 08:24:00] Sam Willis: Get it together Sam
[2026-03-17 08:24:00] Sam Willis: Annoying, with myself. Not you lol
[2026-03-17 08:25:00] Dave: Nope. I 💯 get it
[2026-03-17 08:25:00] Dave: When you said you were crying the other night and Christian was rubbing your back…. 😖
[2026-03-17 08:28:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Oh man I need to I need to lock it the bucket I need to get all my heels in check. I really gotta start journaling. I need to a therapist again. OK, so good morning. I decided to voice message you instead of calling you because I get so pissed off at our fucking service sometimes. That yeah it's easier just to voice message but So I wasn't gonna bring up any of the relationship stuff again I just saw your message that was pre-breakup and rubbing my back but OK fine we'll get that in a minute. I wasn't gonna bring up any more of the breakup stuff until the kids left on Wednesday but so I'm just been kind of like avoiding which is totally my attachment cell, avoid it, but We were going to bed and like I was falling asleep and he just said And I said, huh why did you just stay home? He's like yeah and he's like I'm not going to fight for this because I know you don't want it and he's like and I'm I've told you I don't chase. Feel good to chase And I know you, you don't want it you don't wanna be chased so I'm just I'm not gonna fight for this so he's like what I want to do is I want to get a new job and I want to buy a house and then move out and he's been applying for jobs literally just since Sunday night so it's been Thursday night he started applying for jobs once we started the breakup conversation Like is he not remembering that it took him three months to find a job the last time? So yeah, and like this job market is probably worse than it was 3 1/2 years ago so And he's definitely in no position to buy a house. He couldn't even get the financing and he needed it for the.
[2026-03-17 08:30:00] Dave: Yeah. Good call on the VM/cell service
[2026-03-17 08:32:00] Dave: Right… not a good time to be waiting on finding a job
[2026-03-17 08:33:00] Dave: Seems like it cut you off… it stopped directly after you said couldn’t even get financing for the car….
[2026-03-17 08:35:00] Dave: He seems pretty out of touch… or like, maybe this is what you talked about him just kind of - not knowing things about life and stuff.
[2026-03-17 08:35:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Coming off, but he thinks he's going to get this high pain job And Matt like and then suddenly be able to Buy a house and I think he's just living in an delulu world right now he tried to buy a house whenever we like first we're dating. He tried to buy his own place in the kids go to school and he couldn't get approved back then either so I honestly I mean I think he thinks he's gonna get a new job magically. Everything's gonna be fine but like that's just it's not how it works. And I get it he's like I don't wanna spend $2500 a month renting an apartment I don't wanna go back to an apartment and I said I totally get that. What about like some houses probably for sale or for rent Near the kids school and then he was like getting upset like that I just wanna kick him out and I'm like I don't just wanna kick you out. I'm not saying you need to be end of the week, but this is going to take a long time and I said it's gonna be more awkward. It's the longer it goes and. I also said I don't want you necessarily to tell the kids until closer to because the kids are gonna feel super uncomfortable here like knowing that we're not together. I got maybe they won't maybe I mean they're used to him having roommates. Even of the opposite sex so like maybe they they won't I don't know but I was just like I don't want them to feel super uncomfortable in their own house and so I want us to wait until closer too, but I also can't I'm not a good actor I can't fake this for a long time I said so I was thinking like the end of April at the latest and he just like Seems super stressed out I have it's just like he was like OK well this just happened two days ago so you know this is a lot for me to process and I'm like that's fine. Nothing needs to be decided right now. I said you asked me where my timeline was in my head and that was it. It wasn't fucking you get a new job and buy a house. I was thinking that a migraine. There's just there's just no way there's no way So That's that then he asked if he should start sleeping downstairs and I said you don't have to do that right now in my mind I'm thinking this is no different than what it's been like. We literally turn our back to each other and like. Some days we would give each other good night on the lips like that's it so this isn't really any different. I'm like so you don't need to do that right now unless you want to and then. Then this morning he said I was in the shower and he's like how did you sleep and I said well like shit how did you sleep in and he was like OK I just was thinking about you and I said well what about he's like just you know making sure that you're OK and and he's like I'm not mad at you. I don't have any bad feelings towards you. I love you. You know and so then he like reiterated his plan and then he was like I'm really gonna miss the dogs I totally understand that and I just wanted to be like that's why all of this is going to be harder the longer that you are here, but I didn't say that I think the dust just needs to settle So I think I think like reality needs to sit in a little bit more but I don't know how I'm gonna fake this for a month and a half, regardless with kids in the house like like Joe took about the same time about two months to move out and we didn't have kids, and that was hard enough, and we also worked opposite schedules and it was still hard enough and he moved out to a completely different bedroom And it was still awkward. This is going to be really awkward and so then he on Sunday whenever we started talking about this I did pick up the roommate thing. And I said you know I feel like we're more of like a team or like a roommate you know not like romantic towards each other so then today he's like well you know he's like I don't see the problem we're roommates and I said really and he's like I didn't mean to throw that in your face like a dick and I'm like it felt like a dick Like and also, I'm thinking to myself I don't live with fucking roommates Had a roommate in college I was it in a fucking two bedroom apartment for four people like this is not the same So That's where I'm at. I don't think I'm myself. I'm going to even. Target moving until like October November timeframe I really don't wanna move out of here in the heat of the fucking summer and I think it's probably just gonna be too much for me to handle so I don't know. I also feel like October is a good time to put the house for sale but fuck who the fuck knows when a good time is anymore with this fucking economy. They sound like a boomer but still.
[2026-03-17 08:36:00] Dave: But hey… unless there’s a lot more to the story, it sounds like you couldn’t really ask for a better response… ooh ok. Apparently you’ve been responding. Hehehe, almost broke 7min record 🤭
[2026-03-17 08:37:00] Dave: Yeah, only being in a job for a short time is the first thing they ding you for.
[2026-03-17 08:38:00] Dave: Yeah, kids probably dgaf as long as you’re still cool to them
[2026-03-17 08:39:00] Dave: Definitely no way the house thing is working out.
[2026-03-17 08:39:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I a part of me also was like And I don't really care so much about the money like I'm used to, but a part of me is like so you're just gonna like continue living here for free. I don't understand how this isn't a consideration of his. It's really fucking mind blowing to me I don't understand. Oh, the other thing that he was saying is that he's going to take out all of his retirement from Oh shit yeah I almost did dammit well, I'm about to because I'm not anyway he was saying he was going to take out his retirement from ABB, which is only three years worth and use that for a down payment on a house once he gets a new job and I said That is a terrible idea. I said you're gonna get penalized for taking out your retirement early and also I would not be fucking with your retirement. That is all the retirement he has to. His name is like three years worth of 401(k) that's it. And he's like I know, but I don't. I don't see another choice so that's just how it's gonna have to be and I wanted to be like well. Whatever I don't wanna get petty, I don't wanna get petty but anyway, so that's his plan is taking out all of his fucking retirement which is a terrible, terrible terrible motherfucking terrible So then back to the money thing so I don't even wanna approach to the topic of like so you're gonna continue living here for free but also like my friend Kylie is like do not let him take all this shit out of the house like all this furniture and stuff and a part of me is like I hear you but a bigger part is like well. It's kind of helping me out too because then I don't have to fuck with it whenever I'm moving and also like let's just be on our way, like take what you need to take. You know fucking yeah So I don't know I feel like there's gonna be This is just gonna be more that's really walk on eggshells but I'm just not gonna be able to relax in my own damn house for months. I'm just gonna have to like suck it up which I can. So I don't know I just saw your message about The kids that they probably don't give a fuck I don't Quinn won't give a fuck. Kai probably will like her and I do things together and I just awkward. Anyway, so when can I come see you I don't know I was looking at the calendar and I can't remember what I was thinking last night because I was like falling asleep. I think it was like the 13th or something in April but that seems so fucking far away. But I'll have to I'll have to look
[2026-03-17 08:40:00] Dave: Let him take ginger!! Fuck yeah!
[2026-03-17 08:41:00] Sam Willis: Bro. No way lol
[2026-03-17 08:41:00] Sam Willis: He would never
[2026-03-17 08:41:00] Sam Willis: That’s actually a fantastic compromise lmao
[2026-03-17 08:46:00] Dave: Maybe if it’s going to be longer than 6 weeks, which it realistically almost certainly is, he could move downstairs and you could just try the roommate thing for a while. It would at least keep you from having to literally sleep in the same bed and start to enforce some separation. Be strict about rent and responsibilities. Maybe even keep whatever he pays you for rent and just give back to him at the end to help him along. Idk, maybe not. Just throwing out ideas 😊
[2026-03-17 08:46:00] Dave: Just started 2nd message…
[2026-03-17 08:47:00] Dave: No! Record only stands for the same continuous message!!
[2026-03-17 08:47:00] Dave: Oof, the retirement.
[2026-03-17 08:47:00] Dave: The penalty is ridiculous
[2026-03-17 08:48:00] Dave: Haha, yeah I was gonna say: less you have to move
[2026-03-17 08:49:00] Dave: The bright side is that there IS now an end in sight! You could still be trapped indefinitely.
[2026-03-17 08:51:00] Dave: You can come see me as soon as you possibly can. How does tomorrow sound? 😝
[2026-03-17 08:52:00] Dave: I’m so impressed ☺️
[2026-03-17 08:52:00] Sam Willis: I don’t want to be in the psycho part of my cycle lol
[2026-03-17 08:52:00] Dave: Yeah, where are we do you think?
[2026-03-17 08:52:00] Sam Willis: The good phase. The start of it
[2026-03-17 08:53:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I think it's gonna be really hard to Reap the benefits of this part of my cycle when I'm in the middle of a breakup this month will be an anomaly in a bad way, but I think I'm supposed to be in the start of the Oh my God The good one
[2026-03-17 08:54:00] Dave: Reap the benefits
[2026-03-17 08:54:00] Dave: I don’t think it would be hard at all
[2026-03-17 08:55:00] Sam Willis: Explain
[2026-03-17 08:55:00] Dave: The benefits of you being horny?
[2026-03-17 08:55:00] Dave: Do you think you won’t be horny?
[2026-03-17 08:55:00] Dave: Or was that not what you were referring to 😅
[2026-03-17 08:58:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: No, not just me being horny although that is part of it, but I feel like this should be the phase where I am also the most mentally stable and have energy and chest all at all feel the best for you know a few days of a month and I don't I think That is kind of not going to totally be the case this cycle and so anyway, yeah I also I don't wanna like see you and then be like a blubbering mess either. I don't think I would be but what if I am you know emotions hit at odd times so. I don't know Because I do think I would probably be very horny still With you, but what if I'm also just like super sad which I highly doubt we're gonna see you for like a day so but I also don't wanna go like next week that seems too soon that seems very cause like obviously he's gonna know that I'm going Because we live together and so that seems very much like fuck off like see you I'm out of here and that's still gonna see and yes, I know you're gonna be like who the fuck you're not dating you could do whatever you want but still it's still new OK
[2026-03-17 08:59:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Yeah, that's why I think I said like the 13th or something in April because then I'm I'm back to this good face so I think maybe that's what be like whatever that like Monday or whatever day you think makes sense Ideally, I would like to only take one PTO day because I am probably going to need to save all my PTO for later in the year when I'm figuring out what the fuck to do with my life so that's kind of what I'm thinking give me another month to get my ass into the gym It's also far away, but like like maybe it's more like three weeks away or something. I don't know.
[2026-03-17 09:02:00] Dave: If your emotions hit, that would be the perfect time to be with me right? Because I’d be able to hug and snuggle you 🤗
[2026-03-17 09:05:00] Dave: Generally speaking it’s probably not worth the hassle to try to put toooo much energy into scheduling around your cycle though right? I just want to see you. It’s always the same you. And I don’t care what the currently attached emotional package is.
[2026-03-17 09:06:00] Dave: Are you still thinking we try to do a longer “conference” in the June timeframe?
[2026-03-17 09:10:00] Dave: And as far as him knowing you’re leaving, you can always just say you’re going to see a friend and leave it at that. Especially if you set a precedent in the meantime that you are no longer intending to continue being as close/open which is probably something you should do anyway, just to keep him from getting an idea that the relationship is still salvageable.
[2026-03-17 09:11:00] Dave: Which is another thing to keep on your radar if you haven’t thought of. As the dust settles and reality starts to set in, his feelings/intentions about all this may change.
[2026-03-17 09:11:00] Dave: Jeez… ok. Will stop there lol
[2026-03-17 09:15:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Yeah, I mean I definitely think that that is a concern. Is that as reality settles in dust settles on all of this like it's going to be harder for him and for me because I'm the type of person that instinctively is going to try to manage his emotions for him and they're gonna get it's gonna be emotional like there's going to be a lot of up and down for this, which is why it's not gonna be good to just like draw this out. So yeah, I'm definitely mindful of that and not wanting that to not looking forward to it so anyway So longer conference in June, I mean we would definitely could You tell me ideally I would love to actually go somewhere and like actually Do things so you know if you would like to do that together that's gonna be a lot harder to pull off though like for you So anyway, just let me know what you think but for now let's just focus on getting together this this next time so Yeah, I'll look at my calendar and stuff whenever I get home Layla's having or not home whenever I get to work Layla's having surgery though April 6, so I know I can't Be gone then when she's getting put under so she could get her teeth, pulled all sort of jazz so Anyway So yeah, I was thinking that week after that or like maybe even a week before as a two weeks ago All right, I'm ready How are you doing? How are you feeling? How are you? How's work?
[2026-03-17 09:18:00] Dave: Yeah good point about drawing it out.
[2026-03-17 09:18:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: One feeling that is creeping up that I should've expected, but wasn't necessarily expecting is now I don't know if I go so far saying shame, but for lack of better term, I'll say shame of sailing at yet again another relationship so I think that's something that I need to work through I think I'm going to be wrestling with why do I suck at relationships? What is wrong with me? Type thing And you know I shouldn't really feel that because like in reality I mean Chaz died so it's not like That ended because the relationship failed although it would definitely was failing, but like I just I feel like I've started over a lot Even in the past, how long have I been divorced fuck I've only been divorced for a little over 10 years now like 2 1/2 years and I've started over now. This will be the fourth time. I'm just kind of like somethings wrong with me. I mean what we already know that but I don't know I'm feeling like some inner. I'm I'm lacking Less than type thing yeah so I need to get back into therapy
[2026-03-17 09:19:00] Dave: Oh! Also great point about time to get to the gym lmao! 💯 💯 💯
[2026-03-17 09:20:00] Dave: Oh 💯 go somewhere and do things!!
[2026-03-17 09:21:00] Dave: Awwwe, that’s right. You never told me about the teeth. Does she have to get them ALL pulled?
[2026-03-17 09:25:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Yeah, there's all kinds of stuff wrong with you for sure but failing at relationships is definitely not one of them although that is exactly how are you? Anyone would expect you to feel knowing you or that's just how you feel about things but it's not your fault. For one like I mean, do you want like are you trying to find someone that you will be with forever at this point or are you looking at it as like still just Doing your thing I mean, I guess that kind of depends like if your goal is to find One life partner forever, then I think you're the thing that you Where you stay it's not because there's anything wrong with you. It's because you just jumped in too quick. That's what this whole thing was. Team moved in and then you were stuck before you really knew where he was or if it was gonna work out and that's something that you should recognize default or what happened but like the relationship failing isn't your fault It was like I've said yesterday, and I like the term a fundamental in compatibility So the relationship ending is not a failure on your stretch of the imagination there's no reason that you should've made this work or that it should have worked like you just just wasn't meant to be So I mean, I know that you're gonna internalize these kind of things anyway no matter what but hopefully This will give you some better reassurance Because it's definitely not anything wrong with you I mean again there's a lot wrong with you, but this is not one of them and things wrong with you actually pretty good
[2026-03-17 09:27:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: So between you saying something about managing his emotions and also mentioning Chaz that reminded me that you Should be careful or be aware of the urge to also manage his like things like physically for him like applications to apartments and whatever like cause I know how you did with Chaz's divorce and how you tend to be that way so or maybe it would be beneficial for you to do that I don't know. It's just something. But I thought of Wallace think his messages that might have an impact on things
[2026-03-17 09:34:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: And also just the kind of dress like just the range of emotions I from my end expect you to be all over the place and up and down and 100% get where that's coming from and that's all feelings that you should definitely be having an experiencing and wherever I'm in crew than that I know it was Hundred percent natural and I don't want you to be afraid to come to me you with these things or feel like you have to manage my emotions or keep hurting my feelings or whatever and we can be honest and upfront about everything and I know you can but I just wanted to reassure you that as well Cause I'm sure you will have some and feelings that involve me and all of this And I Just don't want you to leave those out on the account of you managing my emotions Because if I don't have the full picture, I don't I can't be there for you as effectively I guess and maybe at the time that's not what you want, which is also fine Yeah, just some things to think about Throwing these out as they come to mind, it's a good conversation to have and this is again One of the million things that I love about you is how Emotionally and otherwise intelligent, you are and I guess I'll also maybe be touched on this earlier, but I'll just say that like this whole process like watching this from basically you meeting them until now And then coming in back on the end of it like it's funny how you feel like you're such a mess and all this is so terrible and you're terrible relationships but you are like I know that I'm not like Diminishing what you are feeling, but like from outside looking in Like you're doing all of this like so Well, I mean like it's right on point where it should be like you have Determined that the relationship wasn't working you have Worked through that over the course of months and barely analyze it and analyze the emotions and we've talked through like the actual things that We've analyzed us like incredibly thoroughly And just in the course of a couple months you have gone from this is impossible. I'll never be able to do this too now having the relationship. And just a couple months and that's a huge achievement as far as getting through things go so I think you I guess I encouraged you to kind of take a minute and let that see you again that I know it has felt and has been like constant turmoil and it's been hard but like if you step back and look at how this is out, you're doing it exactly right responsibly Compassionately and The other word there's another word I was trying to think of for how it's all going Professional But I know it feels like crazy times in your head, but it's like As far as breakups go like you and managing your life and emotions and happiness you've identified you felt like a trap bird and now you've taken steps to fix that like this it's very impressive and you shouldn't feel like there's anything wrong with you or like Or anything Negative or that you've done anything wrong So yeah, and again that's why I keep saying I'm impressed and I'm proud of you because It's just just as impressive like I guess my point here is just to point out the contrast between what I think you feel and see about yourself in this situation and what I do from my side so Just be just know that there is Definitely more to yourself than you give your credit for yourself credit form I'm a go up on that World record voice message time so I'll let it stand at 7+ minutes and go ahead to get here Although yeah, one more thing, definitely would love to do some things with you like I need to make you start thinking about where we could go That would be fun to just hang out for a week or so so I'm gonna edit there and I will talk to you soon
[2026-03-17 09:34:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-03-17 09:35:00] Sam Willis: Lmfaooooo I haven’t listened yet but now I can’t WAIT
[2026-03-17 09:35:00] Sam Willis: That is legit one of my favorite comedies. Fucking hilarious
[2026-03-17 09:35:00] Dave: Hahaha just rambling
[2026-03-17 09:36:00] Dave: Nothing coherent probably
[2026-03-17 09:37:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf
[2026-03-17 09:43:00] Sam Willis: I love you. You’re so great
[2026-03-17 09:43:00] Sam Willis: And you make me really blush
[2026-03-17 09:43:00] Sam Willis: And like you’re SO complimentary
[2026-03-17 09:43:00] Sam Willis: Which I dont feel I deserve (don’t argue with me) but I’ll take it
[2026-03-17 09:44:00] Sam Willis: How tf are you going to be able to get away for a WEEK! Lol
[2026-03-17 09:44:00] Dave: Conference/training.
[2026-03-17 09:45:00] Sam Willis: Well…we could go to Indy and see Candace and find me a house lmao. (Kind of kidding, kind of not 😂😂)
[2026-03-17 09:45:00] Sam Willis: Holy beeping in the background lol
[2026-03-17 09:46:00] Dave: Ha, I know. Which is why I keep saying. I reeeeally want you to see in yourself what everyone else does. If you could see what you really are, you’d be un-fucking-stoppable 💯
[2026-03-17 09:46:00] Dave: I’m down for that
[2026-03-17 09:46:00] Dave: Ha, I know. Which is why I keep saying. I reeeeally want you to see in yourself what everyone else does. If you could see what you really are, you’d be un-fucking-stoppable 💯
[2026-03-17 09:46:00] Dave: I’m down for that
[2026-03-17 09:49:00] Sam Willis: Eeee! Ok well we will figure it all out. I gotta focus on work for a bit. My calendar is a fucking mess.
[2026-03-17 09:49:00] Dave: Haha, go for it love
[2026-03-17 09:50:00] Dave: Oh wow… it early there!! Good job!
[2026-03-17 09:55:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I'm also going to kill Brian because now that he's taking Rachel he is like already like on top of me of like OK let me know when Rachel can transition over and what the transition plan is and when I'll be able to have her 100% tell me everything about her and her personality and I'm just like bro Leave me the fuck alone I just kinda He's driving me nuts also I didn't want to tell Rachel this because you know like obviously this was not her choice to move teams but like she's gonna she's not gonna like reporting Brian, it's not gonna be good. Oh my God it's actually really they're not gonna like it.
[2026-03-17 09:56:00] Dave: Ugh, omg. I can’t even imagine
[2026-03-17 09:56:00] Dave: Oh really?? Why not??
[2026-03-17 09:56:00] Dave: I mean, I can probably imagine. But tell me!
[2026-03-17 09:56:00] Sam Willis: Is that sarcasm?
[2026-03-17 09:57:00] Sam Willis: ….
[2026-03-17 09:57:00] Dave: No
[2026-03-17 09:57:00] Dave: Like I said, I can probably imagine
[2026-03-17 09:57:00] Dave: But idk her or what she’s like
[2026-03-17 09:58:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: He What's the word? I'm thinking of the word artificial, but Oh goddamn starts with a C he fabricates it does not start with him It starts with an F he fabricates emergencies and urgency and like you're constantly putting out fires that are not fires like he'll be like Stephen needs Steven needs this I thought they're working for Stephen would be really stressful and then once I started working for Steven, I was like dude none None of this was Stephen. This was all Brian because he is such a browner and he has control issues and. It's just she's gonna feel like she's there's fire drills and it's that's not he just it's like fabricating his own fucking importance. It's ridiculous. I also am so laughing that I said it started with the C.
[2026-03-17 09:58:00] Sam Willis: Rachel is very chill
[2026-03-17 09:59:00] Dave: LMAO
[2026-03-17 09:59:00] Dave: Actually laughed out loud
[2026-03-17 09:59:00] Dave: Starts with a C….. FABRICATE
[2026-03-17 09:59:00] Sam Willis: LOLOLOL
[2026-03-17 10:00:00] Sam Willis: It has a C IN it ok? I was close!
[2026-03-17 10:00:00] Dave: Artificial emergencies are the fucking worst
[2026-03-17 10:02:00] Sam Willis: We aren’t saving fucking lives
[2026-03-17 10:02:00] Sam Willis: It’s such a joke
[2026-03-17 10:38:00] Sam Willis: Hahahaha
[2026-03-17 10:39:00] Sam Willis: Poorly timed GIF 😂
[2026-03-17 10:40:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-03-17 10:41:00] Dave: I love that mama Jo takes it upon herself to let everyone know 😂
[2026-03-17 10:45:00] Dave: Hot off the press…
[2026-03-17 10:45:00] Dave: Star
[2026-03-17 10:45:00] Dave: Aaaaand….
[2026-03-17 10:45:00] Dave: Care to guess?
[2026-03-17 10:45:00] Sam Willis: Sid
[2026-03-17 10:45:00] Sam Willis: Give me two guesses
[2026-03-17 10:45:00] Dave: Negative
[2026-03-17 10:45:00] Sam Willis: Paul C
[2026-03-17 10:46:00] Dave: Also negative
[2026-03-17 10:46:00] Sam Willis: Damnit
[2026-03-17 10:46:00] Sam Willis: WHO
[2026-03-17 10:46:00] Dave: Chris B
[2026-03-17 10:46:00] Sam Willis: STFU
[2026-03-17 10:46:00] Dave: Right?!
[2026-03-17 10:46:00] Sam Willis: whattttt
[2026-03-17 10:46:00] Sam Willis: Doing what?
[2026-03-17 10:46:00] Sam Willis: Omg he cold calls
[2026-03-17 10:46:00] Dave: Dk yet
[2026-03-17 10:46:00] Sam Willis: Just like matys guy
[2026-03-17 10:47:00] Dave: I’m pretty surprised tbh
[2026-03-17 10:47:00] Dave: Figures he would stay where he was
[2026-03-17 10:47:00] Dave: Or I mean… with the technology he was already working on
[2026-03-17 10:47:00] Sam Willis: He’s been looking for something different. He’s applied a few times
[2026-03-17 10:47:00] Dave: Ahhh ok
[2026-03-17 10:48:00] Dave: That makes sense then
[2026-03-17 11:31:00] Dave: I could do soooo much more marketing for my Etsy store too but.. meh
[2026-03-17 11:32:00] Dave: Start a TikTok shop…
[2026-03-17 11:32:00] Sam Willis: Oh btw. What’s the deal with the Etsy guy blowing you up? lol
[2026-03-17 11:32:00] Dave: Oh LOL
[2026-03-17 11:35:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf
[2026-03-17 11:35:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Like as far as marketing, another another part of me is kind of like I've already like takes up a lot of time as it is packaging and shipping and printing the stuff like I mean, I could use another printer really cause it's pretty much constantly making these I've never really ahead So part of it just kind of like if there's even a couple more products I could offer to you that I just haven't
[2026-03-17 11:39:00] Sam Willis: This adapter goes on…your dick?? Like he couldn’t get something on and off his dick? 😬
[2026-03-17 12:15:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I do not know what the fuck I'm doing we have to do this freaking simulation for this AI training and I don't even get how it has anything to do with AI, but I'm supposed to be like increasing profit share for this company in my investors are pissed off and they're like OK on you and you're too like we really need you to like knock on the park This was this was my year two feedback. We really thought that you could hack it. What a mess at this point it's difficult to remember why we ever thought this was a good investment so I don't know what I'm doing, but hey, I grew my revenue 2% from the first year so like what do you people want for me?
[2026-03-17 12:29:00] Dave: Apparently…. More than you can offer lol
[2026-03-17 12:29:00] Dave: Apparently…. More than you can offer lol
[2026-03-17 12:30:00] Sam Willis: Ok so notttt on your dick? Man, I really thought I was in for a treat for a minute LOLOL
[2026-03-17 12:30:00] Sam Willis: I am cackling out loud 😂😂
[2026-03-17 12:30:00] Sam Willis: Ok so notttt on your dick? Man, I really thought I was in for a treat for a minute LOLOL
[2026-03-17 12:30:00] Dave: lol, no such luck
[2026-03-17 12:30:00] Sam Willis: I am cackling out loud 😂😂
[2026-03-17 12:31:00] Sam Willis: Oh but I do have luck still 🥵😈
[2026-03-17 12:31:00] Sam Willis: Oh but I do have luck still 🥵😈
[2026-03-17 12:31:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-03-17 12:33:00] Dave: Ok so this is the video the guy sent me. When I saw the composition in the opening frame I was like: omg, am I going to see this guys dick…
[2026-03-17 12:33:00] Sam Willis: Next time, no covering you up! 😏🤤
[2026-03-17 12:33:00] Dave: But make sure the volume is up so you can hear him struggling with it lololol
[2026-03-17 12:34:00] Dave: Same goes for you then 👸😉
[2026-03-17 12:34:00] Dave: Same goes for you then 👸😉
[2026-03-17 12:34:00] Sam Willis: LOLOLOL dude is on the struggle BUS!!! Thank God there’s no dick in there.
[2026-03-17 12:34:00] Dave: Right?!
[2026-03-17 12:35:00] Dave: Somewhere in the message he said “and I’m a pretty strong guy”.. Bro 😐
[2026-03-17 12:35:00] Sam Willis: LOLOLOL
[2026-03-17 12:35:00] Dave: But perhaps not very clever
[2026-03-17 12:35:00] Dave: Because honestly I couldn’t just pop that thing off either
[2026-03-17 12:39:00] Sam Willis: I can’t even get lids off salsa jars half the time. I certainly can’t judge. 🤪
[2026-03-17 12:40:00] Sam Willis: And you woke up to all these messages this AM??? Fuck that lol
[2026-03-17 12:41:00] Dave: Put a rubber band around the lid. 💯
[2026-03-17 12:41:00] Dave: So far, that was all yesterday afternoon. The messages from overnight were all about he then went on to break it and couldn’t even use it 🤦♂️
[2026-03-17 12:41:00] Dave: Put a rubber band around the lid. 💯
[2026-03-17 12:43:00] Sam Willis: Why are even your hands sexy??
[2026-03-17 12:43:00] Sam Willis: 🤤 Oh! Then he couldn’t get it off!! So I had to scramble to figure how to assist this retard. Like, seriously… I’ve sold like, 200 of these fucking things and haven’t had a single callback lol.
[2026-03-17 12:43:00] Sam Willis: Why are even your hands sexy??
[2026-03-17 12:43:00] Sam Willis: 🤤
[2026-03-17 12:45:00] Dave: Thinking about all the things they could do to you 😈
[2026-03-17 13:21:00] Sam Willis: I blocked off my calendar for 4/13 BTW
[2026-03-17 13:22:00] Dave: Less than a mooooooonth 😁😁😁
[2026-03-17 13:28:00] Sam Willis: Ahhhh!!!!
[2026-03-17 13:28:00] Sam Willis: Is that doable for you? Feel ok about it? Taking the PTO and cuddling and 😈 all day?
[2026-03-17 13:29:00] Sam Willis: Well shit I might have to take Tuesday off though too bc I won’t want to fly back Monday night. Unless it’s late late
[2026-03-17 13:29:00] Sam Willis: I’ll look
[2026-03-17 13:30:00] Dave: I feel incredible about it!
[2026-03-17 13:30:00] Dave: ☺️☺️☺️
[2026-03-17 13:30:00] Dave: I feel incredible about it!
[2026-03-17 13:30:00] Dave: ☺️☺️☺️
[2026-03-17 13:31:00] Dave: Are you thinking fly in Sunday night? Leave Monday night/Tuesday morning? Or come in Monday morning?
[2026-03-17 13:31:00] Sam Willis: Fly in Sunday
[2026-03-17 13:32:00] Sam Willis: I might just fly in earlier that day and visit that annoying friend/not friend Abbi
[2026-03-17 13:40:00] Dave: I might just go out to run some errands and give you a kiss rq 😘
[2026-03-17 13:40:00] Sam Willis: Eeeee!
[2026-03-17 13:40:00] Sam Willis: I don’t want to stay in southlake though lol
[2026-03-17 13:41:00] Dave: Lmao ofc you don’t
[2026-03-17 13:41:00] Dave: But that’s about as far as I can feasibly make it for a kiss
[2026-03-17 13:42:00] Sam Willis: I’ll just stay right there in your hood 😂😜
[2026-03-17 13:42:00] Dave: Ok!
[2026-03-17 13:42:00] Dave: That would be perfect!
[2026-03-17 13:42:00] Sam Willis: Are you joking?
[2026-03-17 13:42:00] Dave: Not even a little
[2026-03-17 13:42:00] Dave: Ofc, there aren’t any hotels here lol…
[2026-03-17 13:42:00] Dave: That I can think of anyway
[2026-03-17 13:43:00] Sam Willis: Seems so risky!! Of you being seen! Or even your car
[2026-03-17 13:43:00] Sam Willis: Seems so risky!! Of you being seen! Or even your car
[2026-03-17 13:50:00] Sam Willis: Literally going to lose my mind at the amount of times ppl want me to LIVE review something. Killlll meeeee
[2026-03-17 13:55:00] Sam Willis: And re reading/showing me things I’ve already reviewed. FMLLLL
[2026-03-17 14:02:00] Sam Willis: One thing I have to do…get all of my personal calendar appts out of a shared calendar. Sigh
[2026-03-17 14:02:00] Dave: Maybe this will clear things up
[2026-03-17 14:02:00] Dave: 2026-03-17 at 13.48.15@2x.png
[2026-03-17 14:03:00] Dave: 2026-03-17 at 13.51.14@2x.png And then for reference
[2026-03-17 14:03:00] Sam Willis: Bahahaha
[2026-03-17 14:03:00] Sam Willis: This is amazing!!!!
[2026-03-17 14:03:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-03-17 14:06:00] Sam Willis: OK I’ll look up flights and shit later. I’m pretty sure I have flight credit still from canceling Austin
[2026-03-17 14:07:00] Sam Willis: I messaged friend/not friend to see where she lives.
[2026-03-17 14:07:00] Sam Willis: Blahhh. Might regret lol
[2026-03-17 14:08:00] Sam Willis: Pretty sure she’s told me before she lives in the gayberhood
[2026-03-17 14:08:00] Sam Willis: CALLED IT
[2026-03-17 14:08:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-03-17 14:09:00] Sam Willis: So therefore, not close to you lol
[2026-03-17 14:11:00] Dave: 2026-03-17 at 13.51.14@2x.png Not just “not close”, but literally the other side of the world
[2026-03-17 14:12:00] Sam Willis: So dramatic 🤪
[2026-03-17 14:12:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-03-17 14:12:00] Dave: You’ve never tried to drive from ft worth to Dallas lol
[2026-03-17 14:13:00] Sam Willis: Yes I have actually
[2026-03-17 14:13:00] Sam Willis: ☺️
[2026-03-17 14:13:00] Sam Willis: I used to fly into Love airport
[2026-03-17 14:14:00] Dave: Ahhh, ok.
[2026-03-17 14:14:00] Dave: Big difference
[2026-03-17 14:14:00] Dave: But whatever. I’ll drive as long as it takes.
[2026-03-17 14:15:00] Dave: ….That’s just less time together 🤷♂️
[2026-03-17 14:18:00] Sam Willis: I’m not staying over there baby, so don’t worry
[2026-03-17 14:18:00] Dave: I love do love that. But seriously, I’ll drive to wherever you want
[2026-03-17 14:25:00] Dave: 😈
[2026-03-17 14:26:00] Dave: Do I even need to say it?
[2026-03-17 14:29:00] Sam Willis: Ahhh! Where is this?!
[2026-03-17 14:30:00] Dave: It’s the…. Gay🤭lord
[2026-03-17 14:30:00] Dave: https://www.marriott.com/en-us/hotels/dalgt-gaylord-texan-resort-and-convention-center/rooms/ Resort-Style Rooms | Gaylord Texan Resort & Convention Center Accommodations at Gaylord Texan Resort & Convention Center combine comfort & grandeur. Stay steps from our spectacular atrium in refined rooms with luxury amenties.
[2026-03-17 14:30:00] Dave: North of the airport
[2026-03-17 14:31:00] Sam Willis: Oh I’ve stayed there!!!
[2026-03-17 14:31:00] Dave: Oh really?
[2026-03-17 14:52:00] Sam Willis: Yea for a big conference back when I was in public accounting
[2026-03-17 15:05:00] Dave: Hey I’m gonna grab a quick nap 🤫
[2026-03-17 15:05:00] Sam Willis: Love you baby
[2026-03-17 15:05:00] Sam Willis: Enjoy!
[2026-03-17 15:07:00] Dave: And I love you 😘
[2026-03-17 15:45:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-17 15:45:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-17 15:51:00] Sam Willis: Now I am so incredibly horny
[2026-03-17 16:01:00] Dave: Oh wow… it feels so good to have something on the books again 🤭
[2026-03-17 16:02:00] Dave: I wonder if you’ll be perpetually horny now 🤔
[2026-03-17 16:02:00] Dave: I wonder if you’ll be perpetually horny now 🤔
[2026-03-17 16:32:00] Sam Willis: Right?!??
[2026-03-17 16:32:00] Sam Willis: Right?!??
[2026-03-17 16:33:00] Sam Willis: I’m buying myself another vibrator soon and I’m VERY EXCITED
[2026-03-17 16:33:00] Sam Willis: I’m buying myself another vibrator soon and I’m VERY EXCITED
[2026-03-17 16:33:00] Dave: Why?
[2026-03-17 16:33:00] Dave: Have you had your eyes on one?
[2026-03-17 16:34:00] Dave: Is there like, new vibrator technology coming out?
[2026-03-17 16:34:00] Sam Willis: Yea I gotta find it though. I didn’t do too much research but one caught my eye.
[2026-03-17 16:34:00] Sam Willis: Be back soon. Have a damn 1x1
[2026-03-17 16:34:00] Dave: Where do you keep up with your vibrator news?
[2026-03-17 16:34:00] Dave: Speaking of sex toys…
[2026-03-17 16:36:00] Dave: I went to buy a Clone-A-Willy kit a couple weeks ago. Whenever we were talking about it. They had such horrible reviews that I didn’t even bother 😒
[2026-03-17 16:50:00] Sam Willis: Hold on. Not caught up. On a call with Michael
[2026-03-17 16:51:00] Sam Willis: But he just told me he heard the entire Indianapolis location was shut down
[2026-03-17 16:51:00] Sam Willis: We weren’t even talking about Indy
[2026-03-17 16:51:00] Sam Willis: Like and he just brought it up
[2026-03-17 16:51:00] Sam Willis: Like 1200 ppl
[2026-03-17 16:53:00] Dave: Damn. Where’d he hear that? We were just talking about that
[2026-03-17 16:55:00] Sam Willis: Korman
[2026-03-17 16:56:00] Sam Willis: But it’s bullshit bc I still see plenty of them in the schweb
[2026-03-17 16:56:00] Dave: 😬🤭
[2026-03-17 16:56:00] Sam Willis: Idiots
[2026-03-17 16:56:00] Dave: Wellllll
[2026-03-17 16:57:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf
[2026-03-17 16:58:00] Sam Willis: Aww man. Ya wanna know the exciting thing though?!? I GET THE REAL THING SOON!!!!!!!!!
[2026-03-17 16:58:00] Sam Willis: Aww man. Ya wanna know the exciting thing though?!? I GET THE REAL THING SOON!!!!!!!!!
[2026-03-17 17:00:00] Dave: The real one will should will be waaaaaay better ☺️
[2026-03-17 17:01:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-17 17:04:00] Sam Willis: I cannot WAIT to see you nakeddddddddddd
[2026-03-17 17:08:00] Sam Willis: Dave
[2026-03-17 17:08:00] Sam Willis: YOU STARTED THE INDIANAPOLIS RUMOR
[2026-03-17 17:08:00] Sam Willis: OMFG!!!!
[2026-03-17 17:08:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: What in the actual shit? No, Corbin's going around freaking telling people that all of Indianapolis got shut down
[2026-03-17 17:09:00] Dave: 🤭
[2026-03-17 17:09:00] Sam Willis: OMFG
[2026-03-17 17:09:00] Sam Willis: I am still SHOOKETH
[2026-03-17 17:10:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf
[2026-03-17 17:13:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I literally didn't start a rumor at all. I wasn't even talking about the layoffs. I was showing you how many people worked in Indianapolis so then we could assess the likelihood that I would actually be able to transfer there you little shit. Also Carmen does not realize you did not clear up the rumor because he literally told Michael see this this morning. In a meeting with him so if you cleared this up yesterday, it did not get cleared up. Let me just tell you that right now.
[2026-03-17 17:17:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Ha ha well so I mean If you hadn't said anything at all about that, then this rumor never would've gotten started is what I'm saying so sounds like the source to me And you know like we were talking about people getting laid off and stuff and you're like oh Oh shit, I must've got laid off. That sucks. Yeah, gosh shame on you, Sam. You should know better than that especially being a director just fucking saying whatever all the time.
[2026-03-17 17:17:00] Sam Willis: It’s not my fault YOU CAN’T READ
[2026-03-17 17:18:00] Sam Willis: we are sooooo going back to check the transcript on teams!!!!
[2026-03-17 17:25:00] Dave: Pretty sure you blurted out 1200 people in indi and then said something about omg there ARE TRM people
[2026-03-17 17:25:00] Dave: In the midst of everything, it’s an understandable mistake
[2026-03-17 17:44:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-17 17:44:00] Sam Willis: Guess what he’s doing?
[2026-03-17 17:45:00] Dave: House hunting?
[2026-03-17 17:45:00] Sam Willis: Looking up houses for me 😂😂
[2026-03-17 17:46:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-03-17 17:46:00] Dave: I love it
[2026-03-17 17:49:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-17 17:51:00] Sam Willis: https://www.instagram.com/stoic.dad.daily/reel/DU-sWO8DtEP/ Matt - The Stoic Dad on Instagram: "I hope my daughter will know this..❤️⤵️ As girl dads, we want our daughters to be fearless and ready to take on the world. But they should also know when times get crazy they can always come home. And that's okay, that's what it means to be a father. To support them no matter what. Follow Stoic Dad Daily for more. #girldad #daddydaughter #fatherdaughter" 63K likes, 597 comments - stoic.dad.daily on February 20, 2026: "I hope my daughter will know this..❤️⤵️ As girl dads, we want our daughters to be fearless and ready to take on the world. But they should also know when times get crazy they can always come home. And that's okay, that's what it means to be a father. To support them no matter what. Follow Stoic Dad Daily for more. #girldad #daddydaughter #fatherdaughter".
[2026-03-17 17:54:00] Dave: Awwwee 😭😭😭
[2026-03-17 17:58:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Anyway, I just sent you a text message from the family chat and then dad after I gave him shit. He texted me personally and I was like hey call me when you're on your way home from work so I called him and he's like so what's going on and I obviously tell him he's like well. I saw this two years ago and I'm like what the no you didn't and he's like well. I saw that day that I drove you to the airport. I'm like that that was in August of last year and I wasn't two years ago. Anyway, and then he was like you know obviously agreed on all the shit and And then he I was talking about like I'm want somebody who can take care of me like if needed and he's like no shit. He's like that's why you move back to the Midwest and you date a white conservative man and I'm like fuck. And he's like you know somebody who has way this just goes to show y'all fucking Republican my dad is God love him, but he's Republican As he said it and he's like seriously though if they don't make as much money as you fuck him and I'm like that's not how it goes dad I said, but I would at least like somebody who is close you know or like yeah that would be great, but like at least a semi a bit of an equal would be really nice. I'm sick and tired of like I don't wanna have a dependent that's why I don't have kids well actually I do have dependence. There are a bunch of animals that cost a fuck ton of money. So I don't want to be taken care of a 50 year-old man and he's like no shit. You should find somebody who can take care of you and he's like and the thing is is you tell them that you're gonna be time you're 55 and you want them to be long to go travel with you or do whatever you wanna do. So they better be ready to retire at 55 June Yes, so anyway then he's like OK. So how much money do you make gross OK now let's look up what you can afford for your monthly payment in a mortgage and how much can you get on the house? Do you have now and how much you still owe and let me put all this in the ChatGPT. I'd like dad I will figure it out. I'm like I'm not worried about that cause Indianapolis is super affordable. I'm just like I gotta get Christian out of the house like that is step number one and then I was like I don't see myself moving right now. I don't see myself moving until at the end of the year because it's so hot and he's like I don't know like if you find a good deal he's like I don't know if you should pass that up because I mean, I have to imagine it's not gonna matter if it's now or if it's October in Phoenix like the market probably is with the market is so like you know, just don't pass up a good deal. So anyway, and then as we were like saying goodbye he's like well I'm really happy that you're moving closer to home and he's like to be honest with you and I'm like no shit. Yeah you're not hiding that from anybody nobody is surprised. And he said I will come and help you move. Oh my God he just literally sent me a transcript from ChatGPT around a mortgage affordability estimate. He's like I will come and help you move. I'm like fucking damn right well everybody's coming. This is a bitch to move across the way how did you do it? Have we talked about this before? I bet we did but it's been a long time tell me about your move from Virginia to Texas Cuz cause you also moved boomers right so you had a pet that you were moving which one pets way easier than seven but still So we got a pack when we moved from St. Louis to here and that was amazing. Fucking awesome. Best decision ever. I'm 100% doing that again and then. Christian drove wow I just said Christian Joe drove two dogs at time that's all we had and I drove the cats and he drove straight through. He took a break in. Oh, what's the place in? He took a break in Tulsa and for a couple hours took the dogs to a daycare there so they could run off the steam for a couple hours then he went right back driving and as soon as he got into Phoenix, he took the dogs to daycare here so then they could not be home while we're unpacking everything so they were there for a couple days and then my mom drove with me out here with three cats and then she.
[2026-03-17 17:58:00] Sam Willis: Omg I was talking up a storm not realizing it cut me off
[2026-03-17 17:58:00] Sam Willis: Doesn’t matter. Close enough. Moving was a bitch
[2026-03-17 18:07:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Unrelated to me for once I know shocking, I'm talking about somebody other than Sorry, I tend to whatever you know me anyway Gabby is in love like girl is wrapped up so she's been dating the guy for about a year she said That she over Easter weekend is comforting to Catholicism because he is Catholic. Then she said that she's been working on this towards this all the classes and shit for eight months. That means they were only four months in. Also listen to me judge whenever I literally move people in after like two weeks. That means after four months she knew she loved this guy so much that she decided to become a Catholic for him OK but then she said You know if all goes well like and I'd be becoming engaged then I'm going to move to Denver, but I told him I'm only gonna do that if we're engaged I'm not just gonna approve my life for a boyfriend and she's like you know I never thought I would get married never really crossed. The mind wasn't really something that I wanted and I'm like how do we go from like 0 to 100 so fast but OK but the thing that really stresses me out for this poor Girl. Is that he has three kids all under the age of 10 the youngest is four I don't know how long him and the ex have been not together, but that is hard. I think they're 46 and nine and I didn't. I didn't say anything I didn't say anything, but all I was thinking was. Do not do this to yourself like she's already giving a lot. I feel she's converting and she's gonna move states away. I don't like this
[2026-03-17 18:11:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-03-17 18:11:00] Dave: White conservative man
[2026-03-17 18:25:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Oh yeah, lots of stuff there you were talking about a storm The I wondered how your dad felt about you dating a black guy being a Trump reporter and all in a conservative regardless of how you think he felt and how he acted in front of you. I'm sure it's probably somewhat different than how he actually felt. But cause I mean, I'm sure he would not be totally and I know he was. They were nice to Christian and all just for whatever but like. Made me think about that was the whole when you said that he he saw it two years ago or earned you a two years ago and then you were like oh it was only whatever but he probably did like see it. I could see that I mean, I don't know, but just from. How he seems from what you've said I bet he could see it even if he didn't like no no just a subconsciously like in retrospect maybe I don't know but either way that's whatever So yeah, about Gabby I didn't know about the guy we've been kind of like every time we have a second to talk. Ask her how that's all going just got topical and so it's great whatever And I know exactly what you mean. She will like if she's in the mood to talk she will like die right on, but I don't think I knew about the three kids and I also didn't know about her converting to Catholicism because like I'm pretty sure that we've talked about like atheism at some point in her eye if she and I and we're kind of on the same page about that kind of stuff, but maybe I'm mixing that up with somebody else I don't know. And I have a feeling she hasn't had a lot of boyfriends or people showing interest in her so I was kind of wondering all of that too like is this really You know, but a good idea cause she's been talking. She's talked about moving up there with him, but like I wish you had said to her. Why is getting married like a fucking? Prerequisite you know In fact, you should probably just move up there without all of that before you think about getting married like Or getting engaged or whatever like that just seems Like backwards, but I guess what I'm getting at is that I could see her getting kind of swept away and the Just the whole kind of first time someone's paid attention to her thing you know what I mean Yeah, I don't know but I like her and I hope she doesn't fuck up yeah and especially with three kids. That's such a. Like like why? Why would you do that? But yeah, there was lots in there that you said that I wanted to comment on nothing good or bad. Just things are moving. That's what it was. I said moving. From Virginia to here I think I packed a U-Haul with everything And drove out here with the dogs in the U-Haul One of the kids work with me in the U-Haul and Julie followed behind in the car Yeah, that sounds right and then I hired some people to Help me unload here and then Bought a couple things here like at FM or whatever While I had the truck, I forget what it was Yeah, I'm not a big fan of moving. It's not my favorite means. Yeah, so that was that So all of our stuff got kind of thin down in the Nebraska to Virginia move, and then some stuff also got left in Virginia just because of space considerations The truck was just not big enough and I had ordered a reserved a bigger truck, but there was a whole fiasco around picking that up like the day before we were leaving. I was to drive down to North Carolina like four hour round-trip to pick up a truck from someplace that happened to have one because the place. Like in town that was supposed to have one didn't and the one ended up getting was the smaller size and turned out to be his whole fucking terrible fiasco with U-Haul That I chased for like months afterwards to get refunds and just all kinds of shit just such a fucking pain, but that was around that time when People were renting U-Haul's for like everything. Everybody was moving. It was really hard to find trucks and people like renting U-Haul's to go to the fucking beach. I don't know what the whole deal was, but there's just all kinds of weird stuff going on.
[2026-03-17 18:25:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Oh, and you're not being judged you're speaking from experience Big difference
[2026-03-17 18:26:00] Sam Willis: I think my dad has high standards for who he thinks deserves me lol
[2026-03-17 18:27:00] Sam Willis: And honestly, most of it is about 💰 and being financially taken care of
[2026-03-17 18:27:00] Sam Willis: Yep there’s so 3 kids and THE CONVERTING!!!! I was SHOOKETH. Just found that out today
[2026-03-17 18:28:00] Dave: Yeah. wtf
[2026-03-17 18:29:00] Sam Willis: Listen, I am in NO position to give relationship advice 😂
[2026-03-17 18:29:00] Dave: “Converting” to a religion for a guy who has committed one or two of the most egregious catholic sins: having kids out of wedlock and/or devorce 😂🙄
[2026-03-17 18:30:00] Dave: Apparently HE is only so committed
[2026-03-17 18:36:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: So I'm gonna just kind of drop this message without thinking about it too much but wow it's still on my mind and Nothing I guess to get you to respond to or Be worried about or anything, but I am having some unexpected feelings when you talk about moving And I am kind of disappointed and sad that I am not moving with you I don't know if that like I don't know if I'm even gonna send this because you kind of got a lot going on to deal with and I don't want you to feel like you have to manage my emotions But it's something I'm experiencing And and I don't want you to not talk about moving or whatever cause I'm also super happy for you but That's kind of just how one of the emotions that I'm feeling And I don't know Maybe a little bit feel like that signifies losing you And I mean I know that is just a incredibly complicated sentiment And 1 million ways But I know that you like to know when I'm feeling ways about things and what ways on me and stuff so I'm trying to be Candid and like in the moment while I'm still having this feeling So yeah, I just wanted to throw that out there And of course it's because I love you And you know it all kind of stems from that So
[2026-03-17 18:36:00] Dave: Sigh…. Hesitant send 🫣
[2026-03-17 18:36:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: OK, first off you are so right and like the hypocrisy of it fuck at all but that's it. He's supposed to be some big Catholic yet here we are divorced in three kids. I'm what a fucking joke. I haven't even thought about that but God you're like spot also can I just say that like you are so adorable Whenever you're trying to remember something, and I can literally hear the wheels turning in your brain I think it is like the most endearing thing trying to hear you remember I just smile like the whole fucking time. It is adorable. Anyway I do not remember this U-Haul period of time where people were renting U-Haul's to go to the beach I don't I do not recall that but I can see what you're saying because this was during Covid times, and everybody was moving fucking everywhere cause they didn't have to physically go into an office so that all makes sense but God moving sucks so so so much so much But how long of a know we talked about this before I think over 20 hours the drive from Virginia to Dallas I could be wrong but anyway dad was asking me where the corporate locations were like. Oh well if you can't go to Indianapolis like well where can you go and it was like is there one in St. Louis? Is there one in Kansas City and I was like well St. Louis is supposed to close down I'm like well there is one in Omaha and he was like. Oh well, my work has an office there blah blah blah and I'm like I'm not moving Omaha. Can you imagine if I have been moved to Omaha? That would be a mind that would be a weird twist of events But anyway It's whole thing but yeah I don't know. I mean you bring up a good point about why the fuck do you even need to get married like just move up there to be with him but you could tell actually to be fair I don't know that she's a traditional person, but the fact that she's saying what she is and the fact that she's converting her religion for this guy tells me that he is a very traditional person so I'm gonna guess marriage is is a thing because of Him. If that makes sense
[2026-03-17 18:37:00] Sam Willis: Will listen ASAP. Just got home.
[2026-03-17 18:37:00] Sam Willis: And I’m glad you sent
[2026-03-17 18:38:00] Dave: Hahaha, what made you mention me trying to remember? Oh, the U-Haul thing lol.
[2026-03-17 18:38:00] Dave: Yes! It was the remote working thing and people just being like, fuck it!
[2026-03-17 18:38:00] Dave: I’m moving to the woods
[2026-03-17 18:39:00] Dave: Omg if you moved to Omaha 🤯
[2026-03-17 18:40:00] Dave: Yeah, it’s probably because of him. But she IS Hispanic, which I tend to forget. And they have a whole cultural thing about marriage and all that.
[2026-03-17 18:40:00] Dave: Idk if HE is Hispanic
[2026-03-17 18:46:00] Dave: I’m ok btw 🙂. Not like,. I was trying to keep my voice down which may make me sound sadder than I actually am. I think it’s due to the evolution of things progressing with WAA and everything surrounding it. Kind of like we talked about “hard” conversations the other day. New feelings will come for both of us as these changes happen ya know. I know you’ll be candid and honest with me so I want to do my best to do the same 🥰 I hope the vm makes sense 😅
[2026-03-17 18:46:00] Dave: I’m ok btw 🙂. Not like,. I was trying to keep my voice down which may make me sound sadder than I actually am. I think it’s due to the evolution of things progressing with WAA and everything surrounding it. Kind of like we talked about “hard” conversations the other day. New feelings will come for both of us as these changes happen ya know. I know you’ll be candid and honest with me so I want to do my best to do the same 🥰 I hope the vm makes sense 😅
[2026-03-17 18:47:00] Dave: Speaking of feelings evolving, I’m also curious how things are feeling at home today/tonight for you.
[2026-03-17 18:47:00] Sam Willis: Just listened. Walk me through why me moving makes you feel like you might lose me?
[2026-03-17 18:48:00] Dave: None of what I said is a really clear vision.
[2026-03-17 18:48:00] Sam Willis: Like bc I might not be able to still work for Schwab or?
[2026-03-17 18:49:00] Sam Willis: I know and that’s totally fine and expected. I am glad you shared even a feeling that isn’t fully formed. ☺️
[2026-03-17 18:49:00] Sam Willis: I know and that’s totally fine and expected. I am glad you shared even a feeling that isn’t fully formed. ☺️
[2026-03-17 18:49:00] Dave: It’s a fleeting thing I can’t describe any better than I already did. At least atm.
[2026-03-17 18:50:00] Dave: lol… I hadn’t even thought of you not working for CS 😫😭
[2026-03-17 18:50:00] Dave: THANKS
[2026-03-17 18:50:00] Sam Willis: Well I’m here if you ever want to process it in real time via text or voice message ❤️
[2026-03-17 18:50:00] Sam Willis: Ok no more moving talk from ME lol
[2026-03-17 18:51:00] Dave: No! I specifically said I didn’t want you to avoid the topic.
[2026-03-17 18:51:00] Dave: I need to address, accept, and process you moving
[2026-03-17 18:52:00] Dave: And I think the whole thing with your dad kind of primed me to be emotional. Like, with the IG post. And then just how he so obviously loves you and wants you to move back.
[2026-03-17 18:54:00] Sam Willis: I was mostly joking. Especially since you mentioned you hadn’t even thought about me maybe leaving Schwab. Ha. I was like immm just gonna shut up now 🤦♀️😅
[2026-03-17 18:54:00] Sam Willis: Well I don’t want to push, but I would love to help you process when you’re ready.
[2026-03-17 18:54:00] Sam Willis: I was mostly joking. Especially since you mentioned you hadn’t even thought about me maybe leaving Schwab. Ha. I was like immm just gonna shut up now 🤦♀️😅
[2026-03-17 18:54:00] Sam Willis: Well I don’t want to push, but I would love to help you process when you’re ready.
[2026-03-17 18:55:00] Dave: Push all you want baby. I’ll answer whatever I can. Don’t hold back. But I think it’s just going to have to progress with time. And maybe I’m just in a mood lol 🤷♂️
[2026-03-17 18:56:00] Dave: But rn I’m fixing to eat 😘
[2026-03-17 18:57:00] Sam Willis: Enjoy your dinner ❤️
[2026-03-17 19:17:00] Dave: You know I love when you ask me questions 🥰
[2026-03-17 19:17:00] Dave: You know I love when you ask me questions 🥰
[2026-03-17 19:18:00] Dave: Which reminds me, conversation card, and WAA scorecard 😊
[2026-03-17 19:18:00] Dave: Which reminds me, conversation card, and WAA scorecard 😊
[2026-03-17 19:28:00] Sam Willis: Oh one question I had: when you said you wanted to be moving with me, or something along those lines, did you mean like actually with me? Or like you wish you could be moving on to somewhere new in your life, too?
[2026-03-17 19:29:00] Sam Willis: I have a workout class in 30, just a heads up ☺️
[2026-03-17 19:29:00] Dave: Heh I’m thinking about going to the gym myself
[2026-03-17 19:30:00] Dave: I meant literally with you 😭
[2026-03-17 19:31:00] Sam Willis: Tonight?? It’s so late!! lol
[2026-03-17 19:31:00] Sam Willis: OK well now I’m fucking depressed 😪
[2026-03-17 19:31:00] Sam Willis: Tonight?? It’s so late!! lol
[2026-03-17 19:31:00] Sam Willis: OK well now I’m fucking depressed 😪
[2026-03-17 19:31:00] Dave: Or maybe metaphorically in the sense of moving on, but also with you as my partner in my future
[2026-03-17 19:32:00] Dave: Gotta fucking do something 🤷♂️
[2026-03-17 19:32:00] Sam Willis: I would love to start over, with you 😭😭
[2026-03-17 19:32:00] Dave: Gotta fucking do something 🤷♂️
[2026-03-17 19:32:00] Sam Willis: Which reminds me; I need to book my flight tonight or tomorrow. Eeeeee!!!
[2026-03-17 19:35:00] Dave: When you would lean in or brush up against me on the 2024 leadership outing. 🫠
[2026-03-17 19:35:00] Dave: When you would lean in or brush up against me on the 2024 leadership outing. 🫠
[2026-03-17 19:36:00] Dave: But that in general. Like the innocent but intentional touch that doesn’t feel like too much but also is clearly something more.
[2026-03-17 19:36:00] Sam Willis: Ahh! You literally had your arm around me!!
[2026-03-17 19:36:00] Sam Willis: Like sir.
[2026-03-17 19:36:00] Sam Willis: 👀
[2026-03-17 19:36:00] Dave: But that in general. Like the innocent but intentional touch that doesn’t feel like too much but also is clearly something more.
[2026-03-17 19:37:00] Sam Willis: Just you having your lips like barely on mine. Not even us kissing, but we are just for a moment, hovering right there. I absolutely melt.
[2026-03-17 19:37:00] Sam Willis: Just you having your lips like barely on mine. Not even us kissing, but we are just for a moment, hovering right there. I absolutely melt.
[2026-03-17 19:37:00] Dave: I had my arm stretched across the back of the seat 🙄
[2026-03-17 19:38:00] Dave: I loooove that too
[2026-03-17 19:38:00] Dave: I loooove that too
[2026-03-17 19:38:00] Sam Willis: (App: Memoji)
[2026-03-17 19:38:00] Sam Willis: It was not just stretched across the back of the seat
[2026-03-17 19:39:00] Sam Willis: Yea, I just happen to be right there in your little nook
[2026-03-17 19:39:00] Sam Willis: Yea, I just happen to be right there in your little nook
[2026-03-17 19:42:00] Dave: Are you taking about crazy night? Because I’m taking about the year before.
[2026-03-17 19:42:00] Sam Willis: I’m talking about the year before too
[2026-03-17 19:43:00] Sam Willis: Sitting outside
[2026-03-17 19:43:00] Dave: Oh yeah. Definitely not around you
[2026-03-17 19:43:00] Sam Willis: We were practically cuddling. Lmao
[2026-03-17 19:43:00] Sam Willis: Oh I think it was
[2026-03-17 19:43:00] Sam Willis: And our legs were directly touching
[2026-03-17 19:43:00] Dave: We were close, and touching
[2026-03-17 19:44:00] Sam Willis: I think drunk Dave gives very few fucks what other ppl might think 😂😂
[2026-03-17 19:44:00] Dave: Hahaha, omg I’m just trying to say I like it when we lightly touched at the bar or when we whispered in each others ears!!
[2026-03-17 19:45:00] Dave: I can’t really argue with that
[2026-03-17 19:45:00] Dave: Maybe… not as many fucks
[2026-03-17 19:45:00] Dave: I can’t really argue with that
[2026-03-17 19:45:00] Dave: Maybe… not as many fucks
[2026-03-17 19:46:00] Sam Willis: Hehehe
[2026-03-17 19:46:00] Sam Willis: Hehehe
[2026-03-17 19:46:00] Sam Willis: I do, too damnit!!
[2026-03-17 19:46:00] Sam Willis: The whole “it’s our little secret” thing
[2026-03-17 19:46:00] Sam Willis: 😏
[2026-03-17 19:48:00] Dave: Not even the our secret part. Though that is also great. It’s more the unspoken like… flirting+
[2026-03-17 19:53:00] Sam Willis: Listening to your vm again. I want you to know you can always always always tell me how you feel, when you feel it. Good, bad, ugly, all the things. I won’t feel like you’re needing me to manage anything for you. I love raw, unfiltered Dave just as much
[2026-03-17 19:58:00] Dave: I know baby, and thank you for confirming. I love you ❤️
[2026-03-17 20:30:00] Sam Willis: I love you too ❤️
[2026-03-17 20:32:00] Dave: Workout over?
[2026-03-17 20:33:00] Sam Willis: Yea, quick 30 min core blast
[2026-03-17 20:34:00] Sam Willis: Ahhh!! You went!
[2026-03-17 20:34:00] Sam Willis: Proud of you!!!
[2026-03-17 20:34:00] Dave: Haha, thanks
[2026-03-17 20:35:00] Dave: You too 😉
[2026-03-17 20:35:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-17 20:35:00] Sam Willis: It’s 830 there!!
[2026-03-17 20:35:00] Sam Willis: I hope you can fall asleep tonight!
[2026-03-17 20:42:00] Dave: I’m sure I won’t
[2026-03-17 20:42:00] Dave: Not for a couple hours anyway
[2026-03-17 20:45:00] Dave: But… you gotta do - what ya gotta do
[2026-03-17 20:46:00] Dave: …if you want to look good naked in front of Sam 😏
[2026-03-17 20:46:00] Sam Willis: You already do 🥵
[2026-03-17 20:47:00] Sam Willis: Soooooooo fucking sexyyyy
[2026-03-17 20:47:00] Sam Willis: Soooooooo fucking sexyyyy
[2026-03-17 20:50:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-03-17 20:50:00] Dave: The light and angle are doing a loooooot for me
[2026-03-17 20:50:00] Dave: Thank you though 😘 A before, this time 😏
[2026-03-17 20:50:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-03-17 20:50:00] Dave: The light and angle are doing a loooooot for me
[2026-03-17 20:50:00] Dave: Thank you though 😘
[2026-03-17 20:50:00] Sam Willis: Grrrr
[2026-03-17 20:51:00] Sam Willis: Holy fuck, I can’t wait until I can have your cock in my mouth again. I just had a wave of heat run through me.
[2026-03-17 20:52:00] Dave: You are sooooo the best 😈😏🤤
[2026-03-17 20:53:00] Dave: You love getting me hard when I’m at the gym don’t you?
[2026-03-17 20:57:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-03-17 20:57:00] Sam Willis: Fuck yes I do
[2026-03-17 21:09:00] Dave: Well fuck if I’m ever coming here again at this time of night
[2026-03-17 21:10:00] Dave: Fucking groups of like 5 kids just standing around every machine on their phones. Forever.
[2026-03-17 21:12:00] Sam Willis: Oh nooooo
[2026-03-17 21:12:00] Sam Willis: Yea that sounds miserable
[2026-03-17 21:18:00] Dave: Hahaha, it’s so annoying
[2026-03-17 21:19:00] Dave: Especially when you don’t want to be there anyway
[2026-03-17 21:25:00] Sam Willis: I mean…I can’t relate but I hear you lol
[2026-03-17 21:25:00] Dave: How was your workout
[2026-03-17 21:25:00] Sam Willis: Easy peasy. Hehe. But I’m glad I went
[2026-03-17 21:26:00] Dave: I just have to force the routine until it becomes habit.
[2026-03-17 21:27:00] Dave: I grilled a bunch of chicken earlier and now I’m making some more rice so I’ll have about 5 more meals do the week
[2026-03-17 21:30:00] Sam Willis: Damn, ok you’re not fucking around.
[2026-03-17 21:30:00] Sam Willis: Now I have to stop eating cookies. Sigh lolol
[2026-03-17 21:31:00] Dave: I know! I want something sweet soooo bad
[2026-03-17 21:31:00] Dave: Not fucking around now because I’m gonna be in just a few weeks 😏
[2026-03-17 21:31:00] Dave: I know! I want something sweet soooo bad
[2026-03-17 21:32:00] Sam Willis: Yasssss
[2026-03-17 21:32:00] Sam Willis: Eat something sweet!!!
[2026-03-17 21:32:00] Dave: No! That why I’m fat
[2026-03-17 21:32:00] Sam Willis: Yasssss
[2026-03-17 21:32:00] Dave: No! That why I’m fat
[2026-03-17 21:34:00] Sam Willis: 😡
[2026-03-17 21:35:00] Sam Willis: I had like 8 thin mints today so it’s fine!
[2026-03-17 21:35:00] Dave: lol 8
[2026-03-17 21:35:00] Dave: I want like 2 sleeves
[2026-03-17 21:57:00] Sam Willis: Watching this movie right now and screaming:
[2026-03-17 21:57:00] Sam Willis: This is a post from FB: Has anyone else watched Husband: The Morgan Metzer Story”? The movie is based on the real-life case of Morgan Metzer, a woman from Georgia who survived years of psychological abuse and husband, Rodney Metzer. Morgan and Rodney were childhood sweethearts who married young and had twins together. But over time, their relationship became abusive. After years of emotional and physical abuse, Morgan finally divorced him in 2020. But the nightmare didn’t end there. Shortly after the divorce, Rodney pretended to have cancer to gain sympathy and manipulate Morgan into keeping him in her life. Then things turned even more terrifying. On New Year’s Day 2021, a masked intruder broke into Morgan’s home. He tied her up with zip ties, beat her, strangled her, and sexűally assaulted her. After the attacker left, Rodney conveniently showed up and acted like the hero who came to rescue her. But Morgan told investigators something about the attacker felt familiar. Police later uncovered the truth. Investigators found zip ties and suspicious internet searches linked to Rodney, revealing that he had staged the entire attack himself while pretending to be her savior. Rodney Metzer eventually pleaded guilty to multiple charges and was sentenced to 25 years in prison plus decades of probation. Today, Morgan shares her story to help raise awareness about gaslighting, manipulation, and domestic abuse, hoping other victims will recognize the warning signs. That’s what makes this story so chilling. It’s not just a movie. It actually happened. ⚠️ Definitely a trigger warning if you watch it.⚠️
[2026-03-17 21:58:00] Sam Willis: They have been together since they were FOURTEEN!!! 🤯
[2026-03-17 22:06:00] Dave: Yeah I think I’ve seen that 🤔
[2026-03-17 22:06:00] Dave: Sounds familiar
[2026-03-17 22:07:00] Dave: Speaking of movies though, we’re going to see Project Hail Mary Thursday
[2026-03-17 22:08:00] Sam Willis: I’ve heard it’s great
[2026-03-17 22:08:00] Sam Willis: We have tickets for this Friday…
[2026-03-17 22:08:00] Dave: The book is amazing
[2026-03-17 22:08:00] Sam Willis: He bought them last week
[2026-03-17 22:08:00] Dave: How are things?
[2026-03-17 22:10:00] Sam Willis: Calm and chill. Quinn is at a friends for the night. The 3 of us are watching this movie
[2026-03-17 22:11:00] Dave: Just BAU then?
[2026-03-17 22:11:00] Sam Willis: Yea, thankfully
[2026-03-17 22:43:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-03-17 22:46:00] Sam Willis: Oh damn!
[2026-03-17 22:47:00] Sam Willis: I see what you’ve been up to 😉
[2026-03-17 22:47:00] Dave: It changes the face.. But still
[2026-03-17 22:49:00] Sam Willis: The look is sultry!
[2026-03-17 23:00:00] Dave: Alright, love. I’m calling it a night.
[2026-03-17 23:01:00] Dave: I can’t wait to talk to you tomorrow
[2026-03-17 23:01:00] Dave: I hope you sleep well ❤️
[2026-03-17 23:02:00] Sam Willis: Good night baby. I’m getting in bed myself. Sweet dreams! Thinking of you always.
[2026-03-17 23:02:00] Dave: Samsies
[2026-03-17 23:03:00] Dave: From the 14th’s softcopy: She heard a soft click. A low, mechanical hum. A warmth, different from the ambient heat, touched her skin. A light. She realized it was a spotlight, focused on her bound, exposed body. Then she heard another sound—the quiet rustle of fabric, the sound of someone else moving. “I’ve engaged the one-way glass,” Dave said, his hand resting on the small of her back. “The entire wall behind you is a window to an observation lounge. There are two trusted associates there. They will watch. They will see your surrender, your pleasure, your use. You will be a spectacle of beauty and obedience. For me. This was on your list. The fantasy of being watched. Do you consent?” The exposure was total, terrifying, electrifying. Her anonymity, her privacy, stripped away as completely as her clothes. She was a thing of beauty on display for his pleasure and the silent appreciation of unseen eyes.
[2026-03-17 23:05:00] Sam Willis: Ahh!! 🥵🥵
[2026-03-17 23:05:00] Sam Willis: Fackkkk
[2026-03-17 23:19:00] Sam Willis: Vibrators I’ve had saved to look into…
[2026-03-17 23:19:00] Sam Willis: https://mysteryvibe.com/products/crescendo CRESCENDO 2 Crescendo 2, the most advanced, award-winning, bendable vibrator for mind-blowing orgasms & packed with features like app control, 100% water resistance & much more.
[2026-03-17 23:23:00] Sam Willis: https://smilemakerscollection.com/products/the-ballerina The Ballerina | Bestselling Vulva Vibrator | Smile Makers Collection Unlike your classic stimulators, The Ballerina vulva vibrator covers the entire vulva at once, from the clitoris to the entrance to the vagina; toe-curling!
[2026-03-17 23:29:00] Sam Willis: Damnit I can’t find the one I was really interested in 😭😭
DAY OVERVIEW Tuesday unfolded with a playful morning transitioning into a sexually charged midday, culminating in a tender and reflective evening. The theme of navigating complex relationship dynamics was prevalent, as Dave and Sam discussed Sam's ongoing breakup, shared fantasies, and future plans.
TOPIC INVENTORY 1. Sam's Breakup Process - Sam shared ongoing developments in her breakup with Christian, including discussions about moving out and financial considerations. - Emotional register: Anxious, reflective, determined. - "I can't fake this for a long time," "He's living in a delulu world."
- Future Living and Work Plans
- They discussed Sam's potential move and house hunting, and how it affects Dave emotionally.
- Emotional register: Tender, slightly anxious.
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"I feel incredible about it!" "I want to be moving with you."
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Personal and Work Challenges
- Sam described frustrations with work, dealing with Brian, and managing transitions.
- Emotional register: Frustrated, exasperated.
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"Artificial emergencies are the fucking worst."
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Family and Dad's Expectations
- Sam recounted a conversation with her dad about financial independence and relationship expectations.
- Emotional register: Amused, slightly exasperated.
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"You should find somebody who can take care of you."
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Gabby's Relationship
- Sam discussed a friend, Gabby, converting religion for her relationship.
- Emotional register: Concerned, judgmental.
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"Do not do this to yourself."
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U-Haul and Moving Stories
- Dave shared past moving experiences, reflecting on their challenges.
- Emotional register: Reflective.
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"Moving was a bitch."
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Media and Entertainment
- They talked about movies they've watched and plan to watch.
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Emotional register: Casual, light-hearted.
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Rumor and Miscommunication
- A misunderstanding about a rumor involving Indianapolis layoffs was humorously addressed.
- Emotional register: Playful, teasing.
- "You started the Indianapolis rumor."
SEXUAL & PHYSICAL CONTENT - Fantasy and Desire: Dave and Sam exchanged fantasies and teasing messages, including explicit desires and anticipation of future encounters. - Initiated by both with escalating playfulness. - Specific language: "Holy fuck, I can't wait until I can have your cock in my mouth again," "Thinking about all the things they could do to you." - Physical sensations: A wave of heat, being perpetually horny. - Toys and scenarios: Reference to vibrators and a Clone-A-Willy kit.
EMOTIONAL DYNAMICS - Dave expressed vulnerability regarding Sam's potential move, which she reassured him about. - Sam voiced concerns about her relationship patterns and sought support from Dave. - Expressions of longing and reassurance were prevalent, with Dave often leading in emotional support. - Power dynamics included playful teasing and caretaking, with occasional bratty pushback from Sam. - Reference to Sam's breakup and the shifting nature of her relationship with Christian.
MEMORABLE LANGUAGE - "You already do [look good naked] 🥵" — Sam, expressing desire. - "You love getting me hard when I'm at the gym don't you?" — Dave, teasing. - "I think I'm supposed to be in the start of the Oh my God The good one" — Sam, discussing her cycle. - "If your emotions hit, that would be the perfect time to be with me right?" — Dave, offering comfort. - "I’m buying myself another vibrator soon and I’m VERY EXCITED" — Sam, anticipating. - "White conservative man" — Dave, humorously referencing Sam's dad's advice. - "I love raw, unfiltered Dave just as much" — Sam, encouraging honesty. - "The whole 'it’s our little secret' thing" — Sam, discussing their dynamic. - "I mean, I could use another printer really cause it's pretty much constantly making these" — Dave, on work challenges. - "I’ve engaged the one-way glass," — Dave, in SoftCopy narrative.
CONTINUITY HOOKS - Sam's upcoming move and how it affects her and Dave's plans. - Future meeting plans around the 13th of April. - Sam's breakup progression and its emotional impact. - Continued exploration of their relationship dynamics and emotional honesty. - Potential impact on Sam's work situation with Schwab. - Sam's decision to buy a new vibrator.
MOOD MAP playful anticipation → sexually charged banter → tender reflection → supportive reassurance → playful teasing
Tuesday began with a sort of mischievous energy between Dave and me, like we were sharing an unspoken joke that only deepened our connection. There’s something about starting the day with laughter that feels like a promise of something good to come. And with Dave, it always does.
I found myself telling him about the slow, tangled dance of my breakup with Christian. It's a process, like trying to untangle a knot that has stubbornly refused to come loose. Explaining how Christian seemed to be living in his own world, unaffected by the reality of us, made me feel a mix of anxiety and resolve. I confided in Dave, "I can't fake this for a long time," and he listened with that unhurried attention of his, the kind that reminds me I’m not alone in this.
We drifted into talk about the future, about the possibility of moving and what that could mean for us. I could sense a slight tightness in Dave, a vulnerability that he rarely shows but which is always there, just beneath the surface. His voice softened, "I want to be moving with you," and it made something in me relax. It felt incredibly tender to think of the two of us building something new together, even as I untangle from the old.
I also vented my work frustrations, the constant maneuvering around Brian and the artificial emergencies that seem to sprout up like weeds. "Artificial emergencies are the fucking worst," I muttered, and Dave chuckled, grounding me with his humor, letting the tension ebb away.
When I recounted a conversation with my dad, it was hard not to roll my eyes at the memory of his old-fashioned advice. I could hear his voice saying, "You should find somebody who can take care of you," and it amused me, his conservative views clashing with my fiercely independent nature. Dave’s playful teasing about it—"White conservative man," he quipped—added a lightness that made me laugh at the absurdity of it all.
As the afternoon sun shifted, our conversation turned more intimate, fantasies unfolding between us like a dance we both know well. The teasing, the anticipation built up in our words, "Holy fuck, I can't wait until I can have your cock in my mouth again," I told him, feeling a wave of heat wash through me. Dave’s response was full of that cheeky, irresistible vibe, "You love getting me hard when I'm at the gym, don’t you?" and I relished the playful power in it.
The day stretched into a tender evening, where the world felt softer around us. We talked about our plans, about how my potential move might affect us, and I reassured him that this was something I wanted for us. His steadiness is my anchor, and I feel incredibly grateful that we navigate these waters together. It’s like we’re always in sync, his vulnerability meeting my own, his reassurances wrapping around me when my confidence wavers.
Before the evening faded completely, we shared stories of moving with all its chaos and humor, those moments of life that stitch together our shared history. As we spoke of movies and the mundane, our connection felt effortless and full. A rumor about Indianapolis layoffs turned into a game of playful teasing, lightening the mood further—"You started the Indianapolis rumor," he teased, and we both laughed.
Finally, as the day settled, I reflected on what we have—a bond that feels as though it was always meant to be. In Dave, I found a partner who doesn’t just see me but knows me deeply, and in that knowing, there’s a freedom, a sense of home I’ve never known before. As I drifted into the quiet of the night, I knew we were building something real and lasting, one day, one conversation, one shared laughter at a time.
Tuesday started with a kind of lightness that feels rare, like the world had decided to let us play for a while before anything serious had to begin. Sam and I were joking around, teasing each other in that way we do where nothing's off-limits and everything's understood. It's a kind of banter that reminds me how lucky I am to have this with her—a space where I can be exactly who I am and know she’s there, seeing all of it and smiling back.
But, of course, the day can’t stay playful forever. We shifted into talking about her breakup with Christian. There's a weight to those conversations that I can feel in my bones. Sam’s in the thick of it—navigating the logistics of moving out, sorting through financials, and all the emotional mess that comes along with ending something long enough to leave marks. "I can't fake this for a long time," she said, and there was a resolve in her voice that made me want to reach across the distance and hold her hand. Christian’s off in what she called a "delulu world," and I could almost hear the eyeroll in her voice. It’s one of those moments where I’m reminded that ending can be as complicated as beginning, and being there for her, really being there, matters more than any advice I could give.
We talked about her future—potential new places to live, how she wants to shape her world beyond this breakup. The thought of her moving closer stirs up this mix of tenderness and anxiety inside me. I offered, "I feel incredible about it," and I meant it, but there's always that small voice in the back of my head wondering how it all might change us. I want to be moving with her, every step of the way, and that desire is both comforting and terrifying in its intensity.
Then there was Sam's work life, which lately seems like one continuous reel of frustration. She mentioned dealing with Brian, an absolute pain, and those "artificial emergencies" that seem to pop up just to make life harder. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the way she described the chaos, her voice dripping with exasperation and that sharp edge of humor she carries around like armor. It reminded me of my own work struggles, where the printer seems to have a vendetta against me, a joke we both find solace in.
Sam’s dad came up, too, in that typical way of parents who think they know the best path for you. "You should find somebody who can take care of you," he said, and we both laughed at the predictability of it—her sighed amusement meeting my knowing grin. It's a conversation that’s amusing in its absurdity, another reminder of how different our worlds are from the ones our parents imagined.
We drifted into talking about her friend Gabby, who’s converting religions for a relationship. Sam was concerned, and I could hear the judgment in her voice, the protective edge that shows she cares deeply. "Do not do this to yourself," she said, almost to herself, and I nodded, knowing the complexities of such choices but trusting her judgment more than most.
And amidst all this, we found time to talk movies. Those conversations are always light and easy, a reminder that not everything has to be heavy. We laughed over a misunderstanding about some rumor regarding Indianapolis layoffs, the kind of humor that softens the edges of a long day.
The day had its charged moments too—those teasing exchanges that are as much a part of us as the serious talks. We flirted with fantasies, exchanged messages that left me feeling a wave of heat and a kind of perpetual longing that’s become familiar. Sam’s anticipation of a new vibrator, her playful talk of toys and scenarios, it’s all a language we speak fluently, a dance that’s as much about trust as it is desire.
By evening, it was back to the tender, reflective space we share so well. We circled back to her breakup, the uncertainties, and her concerns about relationship patterns. I offered her support, reminding her—and myself—that I'm here, steady and unflinching. And while she sometimes pushes back with that bratty playfulness, there's always a moment after where she lets down her guard just a little more.
As we wrapped up, I felt the weight of the day, but also the lightness of knowing we were in it together. I thought about her upcoming move, our plans for April, and the way our conversations always lead us back to each other, no matter where we start. I fell asleep with her voice in my ear, grateful for the closeness we’ve built, the kind that doesn’t falter when tested but grows stronger.
The sun was still fierce at four in the afternoon, an unrelenting Arizona blaze that turned the asphalt parking lot into a shimmering lake, and Sam was standing in front of her open car door, crying.
Dave saw it from twenty yards away. He’d just parked his rental, a nondescript gray sedan still radiating heat, and spotted her silver Civic near the back of the strip mall. He’d texted her the lot’s coordinates an hour ago, a simple I’m driving, if you’re out sent after her last, fragmented messages about Brian and artificial emergencies and the sheer, soul-grinding fatigue of pretending everything was fine. Now, she was here, and she wasn’t fine.
He walked toward her, the heat coming up through his shoes. She hadn’t seen him. Her head was bowed, one hand braced on the roof of her car, the other pressed to her forehead. Her shoulders hitched in a way that was quiet and utterly defeated. He didn’t call out. He just walked into her space, close enough that his shadow fell over her, and waited.
She looked up. Her eyes were red, mascara smudged in tired arcs beneath them. She wore black linen pants and a simple white tank top, her hair pulled back in a messy knot. She looked wrung out. Beautiful, and utterly wrung out.
“Hi,” she said, her voice thick.
“Hey,” he said. He didn’t ask if she was okay. He reached out and took the reusable grocery bag from her hand where it dangled, forgotten. It was light. He peered inside. A single box of herbal tea, a pint of ice cream, a bag of pretzels. The provisions of someone who couldn’t bear to make a decision. “Got the essentials, I see.”
A wet, choked laugh escaped her. “I just… I drove here. I don’t even know why. I just had to get out of that house.”
He knew which house. The one where Christian was, in his delulu world, measuring his life in unpacked boxes and unspoken ultimatums. “You’re out,” Dave said, his voice low and steady. “You’re here.”
She nodded, scrubbing at her cheeks with the heels of her hands, a childlike gesture that cracked something open in his chest. “It’s so stupid. It’s just… everything. Brian moving up the deadline for the Q2 report, my dad’s fucking ‘find a provider’ lecture this morning, the fact that the movers want a certified check and I…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “I can’t fake this for a long time,” she whispered, repeating her own words from earlier, the truth of them raw now, outside of text.
“You’re not faking it,” Dave said. He set the grocery bag on the roof of her car. He moved into her space, not touching her yet, just letting his presence be a wall between her and the vast, baking lot. His voice dropped, a private register just for her. “You’re ending it. That’s the opposite of faking.”
She leaned forward, her forehead coming to rest against his sternum. He brought his arms up, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other a firm press between her shoulder blades. He held her as she shook. The scent of her—shampoo, salt, the faint, clean smell of her sweat—filled his senses. He could feel the heat of her skin through his shirt. He just held on, his chin resting on the crown of her head, watching a tumbleweed roll lazily across the far end of the empty lot.
After a minute, her breathing evened. She didn’t pull back. Her voice was muffled against his chest. “I hate crying in parking lots.”
“Better than crying in your kitchen with him in the next room.”
She snorted. “Low bar.” She tilted her head back to look at him. Her eyes were clearer now, if puffy. “What are you even doing here? You just happened to be in a strip mall in Mesa?”
“You sent the pin. I was driving. Seemed like you might need an exit strategy.” He brushed a thumb under her eye, catching a residual wetness. “Or a distraction.”
Her gaze sharpened, a flicker of the Sam he knew in all her complexity. The one who could be wrecked and wicked in the same breath. “What kind of distraction?”
He let his hand slide from her back, down to the curve of her waist. A deliberate, anchoring touch. “The kind that doesn’t involve thinking about certified checks or your father’s dating advice.”
A ghost of a smile touched her lips. “White conservative man.”
“Exactly.” He squeezed her hip. “My car or yours?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yours. Mine smells like despair and spilled iced coffee.”
He led her to the rental, opening the passenger door for her. The interior was an oven. He started the engine, cranked the air conditioning to max, and they sat in the roaring chill as the world outside wavered in the heat. She kicked off her sandals and tucked her feet under her, staring out the windshield at the distant mountains, hazy and blue.
“Drive,” she said, not looking at him.
“Where?”
“Anywhere that isn’t here. Just… drive.”
So he drove. He pulled out of the strip mall lot and onto the main road, heading east, away from the city’s core. The streets became wider, sparser. Strip malls gave way to auto shops, then to stretches of dusty land dotted with creosote and palo verde trees. The silence between them wasn’t empty. It was charged with everything unsaid—her fractured life, his quiet dread about her move, the raw, physical want that was their constant, humming baseline.
After ten minutes, she spoke, her voice soft. “I’m buying myself another vibrator soon.”
He glanced over. She was watching him now, a defiant, playful glint in her eyes. “Yeah?”
“I’m VERY EXCITED,” she said, mimicking her own texted exuberance.
“Good. You deserve shiny new things.” He paused. “A Clone-A-Willy kit, though? That’s commitment.”
She laughed, a real one this time. “Maybe. Would you sign the mold? ‘Property of Sam’?”
“I’d autograph it with great solemnity.” He reached over, his hand finding her bare knee. Her skin was warm. He stroked his thumb along the inside of her thigh, a slow, idle pass. He felt her muscles tense, then relax into his touch. “You love getting me hard when I’m at the gym, don’t you?” he murmured, repeating his own tease from the day, but here, now, it wasn’t a text. It was a low vibration in the cool, artificial air of the car.
She shifted in her seat, turning more toward him. Her hand came to rest on his wrist, not stopping him, just feeling the movement of his tendons as he stroked her. “I love knowing I can,” she said. Her voice had dropped, gone husky. “Anywhere. Anytime.”
His fingers edged higher, under the loose linen of her pants. He found the hem of her underwear, simple cotton. He traced the edge. “Prove it.”
She inhaled, sharp and quiet. Her eyes were on the road ahead, but her attention was entirely on his hand. “We’re in a car. On a public road.”
“It’s a rental,” he said, as if that explained everything. His fingers slipped beneath the cotton. He found her, already warm, already soft and yielding. He let out a breath. “Fuck, Sam.”
“See?” she whispered, a triumphant, breathless sound. She spread her legs a little wider, an invitation. “Told you.”
He drove one-handed, his focus split between the straight, empty highway and the slick, hidden heat under his fingers. He stroked her slowly, a gentle, circling pressure that made her head fall back against the seat. Her breathing changed, became deeper, more ragged. The car filled with the sound of it, and the blast of the AC, and the faint, wet sound of his touch.
“You’re so wet,” he said, his own voice rough. “Just from this. From me touching you in a car.”
“It’s you,” she gasped. “It’s always you. It’s the thought of your cock in my mouth, I’ve been thinking about it all day, I—”
“I know,” he cut her off, his fingers pressing harder, finding a rhythm now. “I know what you think about. I think about the same things.” He saw a turnout ahead, a dusty pull-off for a closed-down roadside stand. He signaled, a ridiculous formality, and guided the car off the pavement, bumping onto the gravel. He parked behind the skeletal remains of a wooden stall, hidden from the highway by a stand of brittle-looking oleander.
He turned off the engine. The sudden silence was profound, broken only by their breathing. The AC whined to a stop.
“Come here,” he said, his voice leaving no room for question.
She unbuckled her seatbelt in a fumble, climbing across the center console. It wasn’t graceful; she knocked her knee against the gear shift, her elbow against the dashboard. He helped her, his hands on her waist, hauling her into his lap, straddling him. The driver’s seat groaned under their combined weight. Her linen pants were tangled around her thighs. He yanked them down, along with her underwear, just enough. His own belt was next, the button of his jeans, the zipper a loud rasp in the quiet.
She was kissing him then, messy and desperate, her tongue in his mouth, her hands framing his face. He could taste the salt of her earlier tears. He broke the kiss, breathing hard. “Look at me.”
She did. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown, her lips swollen.
He guided himself to her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her. He didn’t push in. He just held it there, a promise, a threat. “This what you wanted? When you were crying in the parking lot? This is what you needed?”
“Yes,” she hissed, trying to sink down onto him.
He held her hips, keeping her still. “Say it.”
“I need you,” she gasped. “I need you inside me. I need to not think, Dave, please—”
He let her drop.
She took him in one deep, slick slide, a full, perfect sheathing that made them both cry out. Her head fell forward, her forehead against his. She was so tight, so hot, clenching around him instantly. He groaned, the sound torn from his chest. He filled his hands with her ass, urging her to move.
She began to rock, a slow, deep grind, taking him to the hilt with every rise and fall. The car windows were fogging. The sun beat down on the roof, heating the metal, turning the interior into a private, sweaty cocoon. The scent of sex and her perfume and his own skin filled the space.
“Harder,” she pleaded, her voice broken against his ear. “I don’t want gentle. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
He obliged, his hands gripping her harder, controlling her pace, driving her down onto him with more force. The seat back thumped against the door with every thrust. She cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound that was swallowed by the car’s upholstery. He devoured her mouth again, swallowing her moans. He could feel the coil of her orgasm building, the fluttering tension in her muscles.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Come for me. Come all over my cock and forget about every fucking thing that isn’t this.”
It was the command, the raw ownership in his tone, that shattered her. She went rigid in his arms, a silent scream on her lips, then a long, trembling wail as her orgamn ripped through her. Her inner muscles clenched around him, a frantic, rhythmic pulse that dragged him over the edge with her. He thrust up into her once, twice more, burying himself as deep as he could go as his own release surged, hot and endless, spilling into her. He held her there, impaled, as they shuddered through the aftershocks together.
For a long minute, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the faint tick of the cooling engine. She collapsed against him, boneless, her face buried in the curve of his neck. He could feel her heart hammering against his. His own was a frantic drum in his chest.
Slowly, the world seeped back in. The grit on the windshield. The hum of a distant truck on the highway. The ache in his thighs from the awkward angle.
She stirred first. She lifted her head, her eyes hazy, satiated. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. “So,” she said, her voice hoarse. “That’s one way to handle a crisis.”
He laughed, a short, breathless puff of air. He smoothed her damp hair back from her forehead. “Feeling better?”
“Mmm. Temporarily insane. In the best way.” She shifted, wincing slightly as he slipped out of her. They fumbled with clothing, a practical, unsexy rearrangement of fabric. She ended up back in the passenger seat, her pants back on, but she left her underwear in a crumpled ball on the floor. A tiny act of rebellion.
He started the car again, the AC blasting away the fog on the windows. He pulled back onto the highway, heading nowhere in particular again.
After a few miles, she spoke, her voice quiet and clear. “When I move… I want to be moving with you. Not just… adjacent to you.”
The words hung in the air, more intimate than anything they’d just done. He’d said them to her in text, a vulnerable admission. Hearing them back from her, here, in this rented car smelling of sex and Arizona dust, was a different thing entirely. It was a pledge.
He reached over, took her hand, laced his fingers through hers. He brought their joined hands to his lips, kissed her knuckles. He didn’t have a grand reply. All he had was the truth. “Me too.”
She squeezed his hand. They drove on, into the lowering sun, the road ahead empty and full of light. For now, the parking lot tears, the delulu world, the certified checks—all of it was far behind them, lost in the heat haze. There was just this: the road, her hand in his, and the profound, quiet certainty that they were, finally, headed in the same direction.
The first thing Sam did when the world stopped being the one she recognized was try to find her phone.
It wasn’t in her pocket. Her pocket felt wrong, too. She was wearing heavy, oil-smelling canvas work pants, a thick thermal shirt, and a fleece-lined vest. The air was so cold it burned her nostrils, a dry, sterile cold with a faint metallic tang. She stood in a cavernous, low-ceilinged space lit by harsh white LEDs, surrounded by towering, humming server racks and the labyrinthine guts of industrial-scale HVAC and plumbing. A low, ceaseless vibration thrummed through the floor.
She took a shaky breath, the ghost of it visible. Not a jungle. Not a rainy city. Not a space station.
A warehouse. No, a facility. Buried somewhere.
“This isn’t the gym,” Dave’s voice said, calm and low, from the shadowed aisle between two coolant towers.
Sam whirled. He stood there, dressed like her in utilitarian cold-weather gear, a work light clipped to his vest. He was looking at a tablet in his hand, the screen’s glow painting his face in pale blue. He looked entirely in his element, which was the most disorienting thing of all.
“Where are we?” Her voice sounded small against the mechanical hum.
“Data archive facility. Deep-store, Class B. Sub-zero ambient to cut cooling costs on the legacy servers.” He tapped the tablet. “We’re on the maintenance log. Samuel C. Armitage and David R. Holt. Scheduled for a Level-3 diagnostic on the primary circulator pumps. Started eighty-seven minutes ago.”
“I was making toast. I was waiting for you to text me back from the gym.” Her mind scrabbled for purchase. The conversation. The jokes. The raw, anticipatory heat that had been coiling in her all day. “You said—you said you loved getting me hard—I mean, you getting hard—”
He didn’t smile, but his eyes flicked to hers, and the recognition was there, a solid thing in this alien place. “I remember. This is different. This is… contract work.”
The word landed with a dull thud. Contract. Job. They were pretending to be someone else, doing a thing. She remembered the banter, the easy back-and-forth about her dad’s advice—find somebody who can take care of you—and how Dave had quietly turned it into a joke about ‘white conservative man’. It had felt like intimacy. This felt like a test.
“What’s the job?” she asked, forcing her voice level, matching his practical tone. If he was playing the role, she would too.
“We’re here to extract a specific memory core from a decommissioned server array,” he said, walking toward her, his boots making soft scuffs on the grated floor. He handed her the tablet. “The schematics show it’s in the North Vault, which is a cold-storage zone. Negative ten Celsius. We have environmental suits for that section.”
She looked at the schematics, the flashing marker. It was just a job. A heist. But the context of their day, of their real life, bled into the edges of it. The anxiety of her breakup, the logistics of her move, the feeling of being suspended between one life and the next. Here, now, it was just a cold room and a target.
“Okay,” she said, handing it back. “Lead the way.”
They worked. They found the environmental suits—bulky, silver, with integrated comms and heating units. Donning them was a strangely intimate process in the stark prep room, helping each other with seals and connections, checking battery packs. His hands were sure on her back as he secured the primary O-ring. “Don’t want you getting cold,” he said, his voice a murmur in her ear through the suit’s speaker.
The North Vault was another world. The door hissed open, and a wave of deeper cold, silent and profound, enveloped them. Their breath didn’t fog; the suit systems handled that. The only sound was the soft whir of their own circulators and the faint crunch of their boots on floor frost. The room was vast, a cathedral of dead servers, their indicator lights dark, shrouded in a layer of pristine white ice crystals. It was beautiful and desolate.
They located the array, a monolithic black slab among hundreds. Dave consulted the tablet, then began the methodical process of unlocking the access panel. Sam stood watch, her senses stretched thin. The silence was a pressure.
“Dave.” “I see it.”
A small, red status light had begun to blink on a wall panel near the vault door. Not on their server. A system alert.
“Motion sensor in the outer corridor,” Dave said, his fingers not stopping their work on the panel. “We’re not alone in the facility.”
The playful tension of the morning, the charged anticipation, condensed into a sharp, present fear. This was the complication. The genre’s obligatory turn. “Security?”
“Schedule said we were the only team cleared for tonight.” The panel came free with a soft click. He set it aside. “Could be a second team. Corporate doesn’t always share its notes.”
He pulled the memory core—a sleek, black cartridge humming with residual energy—and sealed it in an insulated case on his belt. “We leave the way we came. Slow. Quiet.”
They moved back through the frost-encrusted aisles, the beam of Dave’s work light cutting a narrow path. The vault door seemed miles away. As they passed a particularly dense cluster of server towers, a figure stepped out from behind them.
Not a security guard. A man in a dark, non-standard-issue thermal suit, his face obscured by a tinted visor. He held a compact, mean-looking pistol, not a stun baton. It was pointed at Dave’s chest.
“The core,” a synthesized voice said from the man’s suit speaker. “Hand it over. Slowly.”
Contract work. Of course. A rival extraction team.
Dave moved, but not to hand over the case. He dropped the tablet. It clattered on the frost. In the split-second of distracted glance, Dave lunged, not for the gun, but to grab the man’s wrist and slam it against the icy edge of a server rack. The pistol discharged, the sound a shocking, deafening crack in the silent vault, a spark ricocheting off the metal. Sam didn’t think. She moved in, driving her shoulder into the man’s side, her weight amplified by the suit. He grunted, off-balance. Dave wrenched the pistol free, tossed it skittering away into the dark, and drove his fist into the man’s visor. The plastic spiderwebbed. The man slumped.
Silence rushed back in, broken only by their own ragged breathing over the comms.
“Okay?” Dave asked, his voice tight.
“Yeah.” She was shaking. Not from fear, but from the sudden, violent surge of adrenaline. It was a raw, clarifying fire in her veins, burning away the disorientation, the residual anxiety from her real-world conversations. Here, the threat was simple. The objective was clear. And he was here.
“We need to go. Now.” He took her gloved hand, his grip firm, and pulled her toward the vault door.
They escaped the North Vault, shedding the environmental suits in the prep room with frantic haste. The facility’s normal chill felt warm by comparison. They didn’t stop. He led her not back to the main entrance, but deeper into the facility’s belly, through corridors of throbbing pipes and conduit bundles, into a narrow service corridor that dead-ended at a heavy, insulated door.
“Heat exchange monitoring,” he said, palming the access panel. The door unlocked with a thunk of depressurizing seals. “They’ll check the main routes first.”
Inside, it was a different kind of intense. The room was small, dominated by a massive, cylindrical heat exchanger, its surface radiating a dry, baking warmth. The air smelled of hot metal and ozone. The hum here was deeper, felt in the teeth. Orange safety lights cast long, dramatic shadows. It was a pocket of almost tropical heat in the frozen archive.
He locked the door behind them, leaning his back against it, his chest rising and falling. He still had the insulated case clipped to his belt. Sam stood a few feet away, the adrenaline still coursing, mixing with the heat, mixing with the look in his eyes as he watched her.
“That wasn’t on the work order,” she said, trying for levity, her voice unsteady.
“No,” he agreed. His gaze was heavy, appraising. The professional veneer was cracking, and beneath it was the same man who’d texted her hours ago, who knew about her dad’s expectations and her vibrator excitement and the ache of her not-yet-finished breakup. The man who waited for her.
The heat was immediate and penetrating. She unzipped her fleece vest, shrugged it off. Her thermal shirt was clinging to her skin with a light sweat. Dave did the same, stripping down to his own damp shirt. The physical reality of the room—the overwhelming warmth, the thrumming machinery, their own breathless bodies—began to swallow the fiction of the mission.
“Come here,” he said. It wasn’t a request. It was the same quiet, undeniable command that lived in his texts, in his voice when he told her he wanted her to move with him.
She crossed the space. The hot air seemed to thicken between them. He didn’t touch her at first, just looked down at her, his eyes tracing the line of her jaw, the pulse in her throat.
“You were thinking about it all day,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the machinery’s drone. “What you wanted. What you were going to do.”
She nodded, unable to speak. The fantasy had been vivid, detailed. A secret she’d carried through her meetings, through the frustrating talk of ‘artificial emergencies’ at work. A private, humming truth.
“Tell me now.”
The demand, in this context, with the smell of oil and hot metal, with the memory of the gunshot echoing in the vault, stripped her bare. “I thought about getting on my knees for you,” she whispered. “I thought about having your cock in my mouth. I thought about you fucking me from behind, hard, where no one could see my face.” The words came out in a rush, raw and unfiltered, just like she’d promised him she could be.
A low sound left his throat. He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. “Yeah.” That was all. Acknowledgement. Claim.
Then his mouth was on hers, hot and demanding, and the last pretense of the contract, the mission, the facility, burned away. This was the only truth. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting of cold water and heat. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss was devouring, a confirmation of life after the shock of violence, a claiming more profound than any extraction.
He walked her backwards until her shoulders met the warm, vibrating metal of the heat exchanger. The sensation was strange, thrilling—the industrial hum resonating up her spine. He broke the kiss to yank her thermal shirt over her head, then his own. Skin met skin, slick with sweat. He pinned her against the metal, his body hard and solid against hers, his mouth on her neck, her collarbone, sucking a mark into the tender skin over her pulse.
“Dave,” she gasped, arching into him.
He unbuttoned her work pants, shoved them and her underwear down her hips in one rough motion. The air, so hot, felt cool on her exposed skin for a fleeting second before his hands were on her, sliding between her legs. She was already wet, soaked, her desire a live wire strung taut from the morning’s teasing through the afternoon’s tension to this moment of consummation in a machine room.
“Look at you,” he growled against her ear, his fingers sliding through her folds, finding her clit with unerring accuracy. “All that talk. All that waiting. Just for this.” He pressed inside her with two fingers, and she cried out, the sound swallowed by the room’s deep hum. He worked her with a ruthless, knowing rhythm, his other arm braced against the exchanger beside her head, caging her in. She was already close, the adrenaline transforming seamlessly into a brutal need. Her orgasm hit her fast and shocking, a white-hot detonation that made her knees buckle. He held her up, his fingers still inside her, gently milking the last shocks from her as she shuddered.
Before she could even come down, he was turning her around, bending her over the curved, warm metal. He kicked her boots apart, her pants tangled around her ankles. She heard the rustle of his own clothing, the tear of a foil packet—some part of his kit, practical, prepared. Then the blunt, hot pressure of him at her entrance.
He didn’t ask. He pushed in, one slow, inexorable stroke that filled her completely, stretched her, owned her. A moan was torn from her throat, lost in the mechanical drone. He held himself there, buried to the hilt, his body draped over her back, his mouth at her ear. “This what you wanted?” he breathed, his voice ragged. “This what you thought about when you were dealing with all that other shit?”
“Yes,” she sobbed, pushing back against him. “God, yes.”
He began to move. Deep, punishing strokes that drove her against the humming metal. Each thrust was a punctuation, an answer. To the rival in the vault. To the cold of the archive. To the uncertainty waiting back in her real world. This was solid. This was his. The slap of skin, the wet, rhythmic sound of their joining, the creak of their gear against the metal—it was a vulgar, beautiful music under the orange lights. He gripped her hip with one hand, the other tangling in her hair, not pulling, just holding, anchoring her as he drove into her again and again.
“You’re mine,” he said, the words a prayer and a declaration in her ear. “Through all of it. The move. The breakup. The rumors. The goddamn U-Haul. Mine.”
It was the permission she hadn’t known she needed. To let the complicated, anxious parts of her day, of her life, dissolve into this singular, physical truth. She came again, a deeper, rolling wave that clenched around him, pulling a ragged groan from his chest. He fucked her through it, his pace becoming frantic, losing its precision, becoming pure need.
“Sam.” Her name was a broken thing on his lips. He drove deep and held, his body rigid against hers as he pulsed inside her, a hot, flooding release that seemed to go on and on. He collapsed over her, his weight a welcome burden, his breath hot on her shoulder.
For a long time, there was only the sound of the machinery and their slowing breaths. The heat of the room, the heat of their bodies, the warmth left inside her. He softened and slipped out, but didn’t move away. He gently turned her in his arms, her back against the warm exchanger, and held her, his face buried in her sweaty hair.
No aftercare in the traditional sense. Just this. Holding. The steady vibration in her back. His heart hammering against her cheek.
Eventually, he stirred. He retrieved a water canister from his pack, took a long drink, and handed it to her. She drank greedily. He cleaned them both with a methodical, tender practicality, using a cloth from his kit, then helped her back into her clothes. His touch was different now. Softer. Possessive in a quieter way.
He reactivated the tablet, his fingers moving over the screen. “Security sweep is moving away from our sector. We have a fifteen-minute window to the auxiliary service exit.” His voice was back to the mission commander, but his eyes, when they found hers, were not.
“The core?” she asked, nodding to the case.
He patted it. “Got what we came for.”
She understood. The objective had shifted. The real extraction wasn’t the memory core. It was this moment, this reaffirmation carved out of danger and heat. A secret of their own, more valuable than any data.
He took her hand. His palm was warm, sure. “Ready to go home?”
It wasn’t about the facility. It was about the return. To the texts, to the plans, to the messy, beautiful reality of their lives.
She intertwined her fingers with his. “Yeah,” she said. “Let’s go home.”
He led her out of the heat and back into the sterile, humming cold of the corridor, the memory core secured, and a deeper, warmer truth secured between them.
The last box landed with a dull thump on the dusty concrete floor, and Sam’s laugh was a hoarse, breathless thing. “I think that’s everything. Oh my god.”
Dave surveyed the scene, a slow, assessing smile forming. Her new apartment—a small one-bedroom in a mid-century complex in Tempe—was a landscape of cardboard, bubble wrap, and disassembled IKEA furniture. The air tasted of packing dust and possibility. It was not a designer dungeon. It was a cramped, ordinary reality, filled with her things, her new beginning. And she was buzzing with the frantic, exhausted energy of it all.
He had flown in that morning. No desert retreat, no private airstrip, no minimalist compound. Just a ride from the airport, a stop for tacos, and then this. The domestic chaos of a life being rebuilt.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice a low, grounding rumble in the clutter. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “All moved in. All on your own.”
Sam’s eyes, bright with fatigue and triumph, met his. “I did it,” she said, and he heard the wonder in it. The fear, too.
He pushed off the frame and crossed the room to her, his boots crunching on a piece of stray packing tape. “You did,” he agreed, and his hands came up to cup her face, his thumbs brushing the smudges of dirt under her eyes. “How’s the headspace now? After all the dad advice and the delulu world talk.”
She leaned into his touch. “Loud. Really loud. Like a hundred browser tabs open. The move, the job, Christian finally signing the papers… the new vibrator I haven’t even unboxed yet.” A smirk touched her lips. “You know. The usual.”
“The usual,” he echoed softly, studying her. The desire wasn’t a slow burn this time; it was a quiet, immediate certainty, woven into the dust and the fading afternoon light. She needed to be quieted. She needed to be celebrated. He needed to claim this new space with her, in the most fundamental way he knew.
His hands slid down her shoulders, over the worn fabric of her moving-day t-shirt. “Strip,” he said, the word not a command but a simple, inevitable fact. “Right here in the middle of your new living room. Every piece. Fold them. Neatly. Put them on that box marked ‘KITCHEN’.”
The shift was profound. It wasn’t about a pre-negotiated scene. It was about him seeing the whirlwind inside her and choosing to be the eye of the storm. A blush bloomed on her throat, but her gaze held his, a spark of defiance—or maybe just startled arousal—flaring. This wasn’t a sanctuary he’d built for her. This was her sanctuary, and he was asserting his place in it.
Slowly, she obeyed. The t-shirt came over her head, her movements deliberate. The sports bra, damp with sweat. Her shorts, her underwear. Each article was folded with a strange, focused care and placed on the cardboard as instructed. The air grew cooler on her skin. Her breath shallowed. By the time she stood naked in the slanting light from the sliding glass door, the buzzing in her head had narrowed to a single, high-frequency hum, tuned entirely to him. Her body was a landscape of goosebumps and tension.
“Good,” he murmured. He unzipped his own duffel bag, which he’d brought from the airport, and withdrew not elaborate tools, but simple, devastating things: a short length of soft, navy blue rope, a narrow black leather collar, and a familiar, compact black vibrator—the new one she’d been so excited about. He held it up. “We’ll christen this for you.”
A shiver ran through her. The object of her casual, teasing desire, now an instrument of his will.
Dave approached her. He didn’t touch her yet. He circled her, his presence large in the small, cluttered room. “This is yours,” he said. “These walls, this floor, this life you’re building. But right now, in the middle of it, you’re mine. There’s no one-way glass here, Sam. No fantasy audience. Just you and me and the dust.” He stopped in front of her. “Color?”
“Green,” she whispered, the word raw.
He fastened the leather collar around her throat. The snap of the buckle was a shockingly final sound. It was simple, unadorned, and the weight of it pulled her down into her body, away from the hundred open tabs. He looped the rope through the O-ring at the front.
“Hands behind your back.”
She complied, crossing her wrists at the small of her back. His fingers were deft, wrapping the rope in a few swift, secure loops, not to truly bind, but to signify. The restraint was psychological, a tactile reminder of her surrender. He left the ends of the rope dangling against her bare ass, a whisper of sensation with every slight shift of her hips.
“Kneel,” he said, guiding her down onto the hard concrete floor with a gentle pressure on her shoulder. The cold, gritty surface bit into her knees. Before her, the world was a sea of boxes, her folded clothes a tiny, pathetic island of order. He stood over her, a towering presence. This was the power exchange distilled to its essence: her nakedness, her bound wrists, her kneeling posture in the chaos of her own new beginning.
He stepped away. She heard the rustle of his own clothes, the soft thud of his jeans hitting the floor. Her heart hammered against her ribs. When he returned, he was naked. He sat on a sturdy, low box marked ‘BOOKS’, his thighs spread, his cock thick and already hard in the dim light. The visual was stark, profoundly intimate. No throne, no bench. A cardboard box.
“Look at me,” he instructed. She lifted her gaze, taking him in. The solid planes of his chest, the quiet command in his eyes. He held up the vibrator again. “Open.”
She parted her lips, and he slid the smooth, silicone tip onto her tongue. The taste of new electronics, sterile and promising. “Suck it,” he said, his voice a low hum. “Get it wet for yourself.”
She closed her lips around it, her cheeks hollowing, her eyes locked on his. The act was obscene, submissive, and a bolt of pure, slick heat arrowed straight to her core. She could hear the soft, wet sounds she made, amplified in the quiet room. After a minute, he pulled it from her mouth with a soft pop.
“Good girl.” His praise was a balm and a brand. He reached down and traced the head of his cock with the now-glistening tip of the toy. The sight made her whimper, a desperate, hungry sound. “This is worship,” he said calmly. “This is you grounding yourself in me. In this.” He leaned forward slightly. “Now. Crawl.”
He didn’t guide her with the rope. He simply waited. A test, an offering. With her hands bound behind her, kneeling was precarious; crawling was an act of profound vulnerability. She shuffled forward on her knees, the concrete scraping, her breasts swaying, her head bowed until she was between his legs. His scent—clean sweat, musk, him—filled her. The world vanished into the close, dark space of his body.
“Use your mouth. Just like you did with the toy.”
She needed no further command. She leaned in, her lips parting, and took the head of his cock into her mouth. A deep, guttural sigh escaped him, and the sound fed her need. She swirled her tongue, laving him, sucking gently, taking him deeper with each bob of her head. Her bound hands flexed uselessly behind her. She was all mouth, all service, all focus. The chaos of the move, the uncertainty, the fear—it all funneled into this single, wet, rhythmic act. She was fulfilling her own filthy promise from a text: I can’t wait until I can have your cock in my mouth again.
He let her work, his hands coming to rest lightly on her head, not forcing, just present. “That’s it,” he murmured, watching her. “Perfect. You take it so well.” He let her continue until her jaw ached, until she was moaning around him, her own arousal a dripping, desperate ache between her legs. Then his fingers tightened slightly in her hair, stilling her. “Enough.”
She pulled off with a gasp, her lips swollen, her chin wet.
“Stand up. Turn around. Bend over that box there.” He pointed to a lower, wider box by the wall labeled ‘LINENS’.
She struggled to her feet, the rope dangling, her legs shaky. He moved behind her, one hand guiding her at the hip. She bent, her torso resting on the cardboard, her ass presented to him. The position exposed her completely, opened her. She felt the cool air on her slick folds, and a tremor of anticipation shook her.
She heard the low buzz click on. He didn’t tease. He pressed the vibrator—still slick from her mouth—firmly against her clit. The sensation was electric, a direct line to every nerve ending. She cried out, a sharp, ragged sound against the cardboard.
“This is for you,” he growled, his other hand grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back so her back arched. “For getting through today. For being so fucking strong. For buying yourself toys you know I’m going to use on you.” He moved the toy in slow, insistent circles. The vibration was deep, relentless. Pleasure coiled, tight and urgent, in her belly. “But you don’t come until I say. You hold it. You let it build.”
It was agony. It was ecstasy. She sobbed, her hips twitching, trying to chase the sensation, but his grip in her hair held her steady. The dual sensation of the buzzing on her clit and the sharp pull on her scalp created a feedback loop of intense, overwhelming submission. She was pinned, used, celebrated. Her mind was gloriously blank, a white noise of pleasure and his control.
Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge, the buzzing stopped. She whimpered, a sound of pure loss.
His hand left her hair. She heard him spit, a wet, crude sound, and then the blunt, hot press of his cockhead against her entrance. No toy. Him.
“Now,” he said, the single syllable a command and a gift. He drove into her in one smooth, deep stroke, filling the emptiness he’d created. The stretch, the sudden fullness made her scream, the sound muffled by the box beneath her. He didn’t wait for her to adjust. He set a brutal, claiming pace, his hips slamming against her ass with each thrust. The rope ends slapped her skin. The cardboard box shifted and scraped on the concrete with their movement.
This was different. This wasn’t a cathartic release from anxiety. This was a raw, physical claiming of her new reality. Every thrust was a punctuation mark: Mine. Here. Now. His hands gripped her hips hard, sure to leave bruises—marks in her new home.
“Tell me whose you are,” he grunted, his voice strained with effort.
“Yours!” she gasped, the word torn from her. “Always yours!”
“Whose house is this?”
“Mine—but you’re in it! You’re in it, Dave, god—”
He leaned over her, his chest hot against her back, his mouth at her ear. “And I always will be. No more ‘little secret’. This,” he punctuated with a particularly deep thrust that made her see stars, “is just us.”
He straightened, and his hand snaked around her hip, his fingers finding her clit again, resuming the same ruthless circles with his thumb. The dual assault was too much. The orgasm ripped through her, seismic, unraveling her from the inside out. She clenched around him, her cries echoing off the bare walls, her body convulsing against the box.
Feeling her tighten, his own control shattered. With a final, deep roar, he buried himself to the hilt and pulsed inside her, his release hot and shocking. He collapsed over her, his weight pressing her into the cardboard, his breaths ragged gusts against her neck.
For a long time, there was only sound: their panting, the hum of the apartment’s AC kicking on, a distant siren. Slowly, carefully, he withdrew. He undid the rope from her wrists with gentle, practiced motions, chafing her skin to restore circulation. He unclasped the collar. Then he gathered her, her body boneless and trembling, into his arms. He didn’t lead her to a bed—the mattress was still propped against a wall. He simply sank them both to the floor, his back against a stack of boxes, cradling her in his lap.
He reached for a discarded moving blanket, shaking out the dust before wrapping it around them both. The aftercare was here, in the wreckage, with the smell of sex and cardboard.
She nuzzled into his chest, her fingers tracing the sweat-slick skin over his sternum. The quiet was immense, peaceful. The open tabs in her mind were closed.
“I love raw, unfiltered Dave,” she mumbled, her voice hoarse, echoing her own words from the day.
He kissed the top of her head. “I love Sam in her new living room, covered in my come.”
A weak laugh shook her shoulders. “Classy.”
“It’s home,” he said simply, and she knew he didn’t mean the apartment. Her hand found his, their fingers lacing together in the dim, dusty light. The vibrator lay forgotten on the floor nearby, a silent sentinel of a promise kept. They stayed there, tangled in the blanket and each other, until the last of the sun faded from the concrete floor, leaving them in the soft, shared dark.
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METRICS
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Response Time
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Me→Them: 191s ↓8% vs 7d avg
Them→Me: 182s ↓32% vs 7d avg -
Conflicts & Repair
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Conflicts: 37 ↑ (avg 32.4 this week)
Repair Rate: 97.3% →3% vs 7d avg
Avg Recovery: 5.0 min ↑7% vs 7d avg -
Initiation
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Balance Ratio: 1.00 ↑45% vs 7d avg
Cold Starts: 2 ↑ (avg 1.7 this week)
2 me / 0 them -
Velocity & Sessions
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High Velocity %: 98.2% →0% vs 7d avg
Sessions: 45 ↑ (avg 29.4 this week)
Avg Duration: 8.9 min ↓30% vs 7d avg -
Message Volume
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Total Messages: 503 ↑ (avg 428.6 this week)
From Me: 262 ↑ (avg 201.6 this week)
From Them: 241 ↑ (avg 227.0 this week)
With Signals: 494 ↑ (avg 415.6 this week)
SENDER COVERAGE
| Sender | Labeled / Total | Rate | Top Labels |
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| Dave | 259 / 262 | 98.9% | status_update (79), humor (46), frustration (28), affection (26), emotional_support (18) |
| Edited 25 seconds later: Psycho sam should be about 2 weeks out, in your Eliteal when negative emotions increase while your energy is still high | 1 / 1 | 100.0% | status_update (1) |
| Sam Willis | 234 / 240 | 97.5% | status_update (59), humor (43), frustration (38), vulnerability (22), excitement (21) |
DOMINANT LABEL
status_update (4th day in a row )
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Label Counts
---- status_update: 129 (avg score: 62%)
- humor: 83 (avg score: 72%)
- frustration: 64 (avg score: 71%)
- affection: 38 (avg score: 82%)
- vulnerability: 32 (avg score: 73%)
- emotional_support: 29 (avg score: 76%)
- excitement: 28 (avg score: 81%)
- appreciation: 25 (avg score: 76%)
- flirting: 25 (avg score: 79%)
- sexting: 20 (avg score: 84%)
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Label Counts (cont.)
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- checking_in: 18 (avg score: 65%)
- encouragement: 16 (avg score: 76%)
- planning: 14 (avg score: 73%)
- deep_sharing: 10 (avg score: 87%)
- disagreement: 8 (avg score: 65%)
- request: 6 (avg score: 67%)
- boundary_setting: 3 (avg score: 76%)
- passive_aggression: 1 (avg score: 60%)
- unmet_need: 1 (avg score: 70%)
ANOMALIES
Unusual Pattern
Session Count rose 52.9% above your 7-day average
Unusual Pattern
Checking In dropped 34.0% vs 7-day average
Unusual Pattern
Appreciation surged 75.0% vs 7-day average
Unusual Pattern
Planning surged 117.8% vs 7-day average
PROVENANCE
Signals Prompt Version: signals.v2 Signals Model: unknown Rollup Computed At: N/A
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(missing weekly)
Relationship Balance
Signal Flow Over Time