2026-04-03
Perfect Repair Day
All 22 conflicts resolved — avg recovery 10 min, max 117 min, 0 unresolved.
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[2026-04-03 06:39:00] Sam Willis: ❤️
[2026-04-03 08:29:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Good morning sunshine I almost forgot to message you this morning I have to stretch Not going to work we're not going to the office now. It's messes up my whole messaging routine, but that doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about you because I have and I cannot wait to see you in less than nine days I think. Or maybe maybe we're still in nine days but I'm still looking forward to it Cause I miss you and I can't wait to touch your skin and you're pretty face and you're pretty everything else. Seems like that's been the theme of my messages this week. I guess that's what it's like when we get close Because all I can think about is snuggling up to you spooning and you laying on top of me And kissing and hugging It's gonna be great. I can't wait to see you anyway. I hope you slept well and I hope you have a great day. Love you very much and I will talk to you soon, baby girl.
[2026-04-03 08:31:00] Sam Willis: I was justtttt about to beat you to it! Dang it
[2026-04-03 08:32:00] Sam Willis: How dare you forget about me
[2026-04-03 08:33:00] Dave: I said I ALMOST forgot the message but DIDNT forget about YOU
[2026-04-03 08:33:00] Dave: SHEESH!
[2026-04-03 08:33:00] Sam Willis: Sounds sus
[2026-04-03 08:33:00] Sam Willis: Hehe
[2026-04-03 08:33:00] Sam Willis: Love you!!!
[2026-04-03 08:33:00] Sam Willis: Good morning handsome
[2026-04-03 08:33:00] Dave: I love you
[2026-04-03 08:35:00] Sam Willis: Sleep was decent.
[2026-04-03 08:35:00] Sam Willis: Wait!!
[2026-04-03 08:35:00] Sam Willis: Oh man I had weird dreams
[2026-04-03 08:35:00] Sam Willis: You and I were together and the bed we were in kept catching on fire
[2026-04-03 08:36:00] Dave: Makes sense 🤔
[2026-04-03 08:36:00] Dave: Were you tied up and gangbanged in any of them 😏
[2026-04-03 08:36:00] Dave: Makes sense 🤔
[2026-04-03 08:36:00] Sam Willis: Like “residual fire” or something you called it. Like there was a small candle fire. We put it out. Then the fire kept popping back up. Every like 30 min or so
[2026-04-03 08:37:00] Sam Willis: Hehe no but we were having sex in one of them. But it was all a blur. A weird blur.
[2026-04-03 08:37:00] Sam Willis: And my cat Nala, the autistic one, kept catching her fur on fire
[2026-04-03 08:37:00] Sam Willis: Hehe no but we were having sex in one of them. But it was all a blur. A weird blur.
[2026-04-03 08:37:00] Sam Willis: We were camped gas station/fast food place
[2026-04-03 08:37:00] Sam Willis: It was sketch
[2026-04-03 08:38:00] Dave: lol, were we homeless
[2026-04-03 08:38:00] Sam Willis: Basically bro
[2026-04-03 08:38:00] Dave: At least we still had each other
[2026-04-03 08:39:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-03 08:40:00] Dave: That has to be one of my all time favorite jiffs
[2026-04-03 08:40:00] Sam Willis: I use it with you the most, for sure
[2026-04-03 08:41:00] Dave: Lmao. I use EVERY gif with you the most
[2026-04-03 08:43:00] Sam Willis: You’re not a big GIF guy otherwise? ☺️
[2026-04-03 08:44:00] Dave: Yeah I am. But I just, you’re at the top of any list that pertains to texting
[2026-04-03 08:45:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-03 08:49:00] Sam Willis: I don’t want to work todayyyyyy
[2026-04-03 08:50:00] Dave: …don’t
[2026-04-03 08:50:00] Dave: It’s Friday
[2026-04-03 08:50:00] Dave: Durrr
[2026-04-03 08:50:00] Sam Willis: I have 7 meetings
[2026-04-03 08:50:00] Dave: Bruhhh
[2026-04-03 08:50:00] Sam Willis: Exactly
[2026-04-03 08:51:00] Dave: You need to take control of your life
[2026-04-03 08:51:00] Dave: Stop accepting all meetings
[2026-04-03 08:52:00] Sam Willis: 😭
[2026-04-03 08:53:00] Dave: You mange 2 big teams. Anyone whose meeting you decline isn’t going to be offended. They’re going to be like: I know… she’s so busy.
[2026-04-03 08:53:00] Sam Willis: OK I’ll skip one today that I really think is pointless
[2026-04-03 08:53:00] Dave: That’s a start
[2026-04-03 08:53:00] Sam Willis: But everything else is like 1x1s
[2026-04-03 08:53:00] Dave: Stop accepting 1:1s ffs
[2026-04-03 08:54:00] Sam Willis: But you can’t just decline 1x1s that’s rude!
[2026-04-03 08:54:00] Dave: lol, sure you can
[2026-04-03 08:54:00] Sam Willis: “Sorry, id rather kill myself than talk to you”
[2026-04-03 08:56:00] Dave: Or at least disperse them more
[2026-04-03 08:56:00] Sam Willis: 🤴
[2026-04-03 08:56:00] Dave: 💯
[2026-04-03 08:56:00] Sam Willis: Omg do you know who that emoji reminds me of
[2026-04-03 08:56:00] Sam Willis: Who I HATEEEEE
[2026-04-03 08:57:00] Dave: lol what
[2026-04-03 08:57:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-03 08:57:00] Sam Willis: This fuck
[2026-04-03 08:57:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-04-03 08:57:00] Dave: Joffrey
[2026-04-03 08:57:00] Dave: He was such a little bitch
[2026-04-03 08:57:00] Sam Willis: Such a punchable bitch
[2026-04-03 08:57:00] Sam Willis: EXACTLY
[2026-04-03 08:58:00] Sam Willis: Probably my top villain ever
[2026-04-03 08:59:00] Sam Willis: I gotta get him off my screen.
[2026-04-03 08:59:00] Dave: Yeah he really played that role well
[2026-04-03 08:59:00] Sam Willis: My blood pressure is rising
[2026-04-03 08:59:00] Sam Willis: lol
[2026-04-03 08:59:00] Dave: Send messages about how much you want my dick until he’s gone
[2026-04-03 08:59:00] Sam Willis: I don’t think I’ve seen him in anything since but I don’t think I want to. He’s forever ruined lol
[2026-04-03 09:00:00] Sam Willis: He’s gone, but I still absolutely love your dick and cannot wait to have it in my mouth 🤤
[2026-04-03 09:00:00] Dave: Heheh
[2026-04-03 09:00:00] Sam Willis: To suck, stroke, lick, tease 🫠
[2026-04-03 09:02:00] Dave: 🔥😈
[2026-04-03 09:02:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-03 09:03:00] Sam Willis: As much as I can’t wait to have sex with you, I almost equally can’t wait to just cuddle with you
[2026-04-03 09:06:00] Dave: Oh FOR SURE
[2026-04-03 09:06:00] Dave: Oh FOR SURE
[2026-04-03 10:22:00] Sam Willis: I’ve been talking to Roy for an hour and I’m pooped
[2026-04-03 10:23:00] Dave: ugh
[2026-04-03 10:23:00] Dave: He’s annoying
[2026-04-03 10:37:00] Sam Willis: He’s trying to figure out wtf to do in his new role. I feel for him tbh but I had to give him a full download on all my spaces and pain points and I’m just like blahhhhhh I’ve talked soooo much
[2026-04-03 10:38:00] Sam Willis: He said - where do you spend most of your time?
[2026-04-03 10:38:00] Sam Willis: Fucking MEETINGS BRO
[2026-04-03 10:38:00] Sam Willis: which he totally gets lol
[2026-04-03 10:38:00] Dave: What is his new role again?
[2026-04-03 10:39:00] Dave: Something he’s going to get fired from when Stephen leaves in a few weeks lol
[2026-04-03 10:39:00] Sam Willis: Essentially like chief of staff for Stephens space. What Vanessa is now to shanelle and John isenberg is to CJ
[2026-04-03 10:40:00] Sam Willis: They’re in newly created roles with like no direction
[2026-04-03 10:40:00] Dave: Gotcha
[2026-04-03 10:40:00] Dave: Considering the title, you’d think the person they support would have some guidance…
[2026-04-03 10:41:00] Sam Willis: Yea but it’s dumbfuck we are talking about
[2026-04-03 10:41:00] Sam Willis: Who doesn’t want to still be in his role lol 😅
[2026-04-03 10:45:00] Dave: I came across him and Samir downstairs yesterday palling around in the coffee shop right after the announcement came out. He was all smiles and shit. And ofc I was thinking: yeah you better kiss your new bosses ass you piece of shit faggot
[2026-04-03 10:46:00] Dave: Ok that’s a little harsh perhaps 🤭
[2026-04-03 10:49:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-03 10:49:00] Sam Willis: Taking advantage of my TWO days left before abstinence ☺️
[2026-04-03 10:49:00] Dave: 😳
[2026-04-03 10:49:00] Dave: YESSSSS
[2026-04-03 10:49:00] Sam Willis: Has it been 3 days in a row? I might not have anything left lol
[2026-04-03 10:50:00] Dave: lol right?! You’re gonna need the week to recover
[2026-04-03 10:50:00] Dave: You have plenty of incredibly sexy left, that’s for sure 😍🥰
[2026-04-03 10:50:00] Sam Willis: 🤭
[2026-04-03 10:51:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-03 10:51:00] Sam Willis: I feel like a gross troll lol but thank you ❤️
[2026-04-03 10:51:00] Sam Willis: But now I also feel I could nap. At 9am lol
[2026-04-03 10:52:00] Dave: I say: go for it
[2026-04-03 10:52:00] Sam Willis: Haha I wish. Thank you always for your support though
[2026-04-03 10:52:00] Dave: After you tell me what you thought about!
[2026-04-03 10:56:00] Sam Willis: We were in this very loud, dark, busy night club type place. On a couch near the back. And I had a little dress on and I straddled your lap and was riding you on the couch, but like…subtly, 🤭 hoping no one would see, while you had your hands on my ass and slowly but firmly grinding me against you, and you kept telling me I needed to hurry and cum before someone caught us. And so I did 💦💁♀️
[2026-04-03 10:58:00] Dave: Hooolleeeee! 🥵
[2026-04-03 10:58:00] Dave: That’s sooo hot
[2026-04-03 10:59:00] Sam Willis: ☺️
[2026-04-03 10:59:00] Sam Willis: Yes you were!
[2026-04-03 11:00:00] Sam Willis: How are YOU doing today, baby?
[2026-04-03 11:12:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Dude, I'm still like out of breath God, I just feel so freaking depleted anyway I was gonna say oh dude I was watching that show last night that imperfect women way you you should watch it gets good in episode three anyway I was watching it and there's only four episodes out and I was like goddamnit next episode. it doesn't come out until freaking Wednesday. And Christian was like he's like God Well, hopefully we can you know finish this show while we know we're still living together and ha ha and he's way just so you know I am putting June 1 as kind of my preferred move-in date on the places that I'm applying to He's like you know so like give us two more months to finish all of our shows kind of like laughing kind of like not and he's like but now it also gives me time to save up money and I'm like OK So but I'll be gone to see you and then I'll be gone a week in May So yeah
[2026-04-03 11:38:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: So first of all so sexy here and you're still out of breath oh my gosh and that fantasy it was incredible as well, but yeah man, I cannot wait Till you're out of breath in person And two It sucks that he is cheered first and then who even knows right like that might be as preferred moving day, but he might find somewhere he likes or the only place he can afford that doesn't have a move-in date until like I don't know December you know who knows so let's hope that's not the case Yeah I actually just got off the phone with With USAA, my insurance company and cause I filed a claim with them and he called me up today finally instead of just got all the information and he got the police report and it looked to him the same as it like it looked to me, which is that Emerson was already established in the lane of traffic or whatever it's called and The girl hit him and it wasn't his fault so he has a message from her insurance company. They also called me, but I didn't answer. So he doesn't know what's going on on their own but so he's calling them back now to see if they are expected accepting liability or whatever because it's seems pretty clear to him that it was her fault Plus the policeman input That she was distracted, driver or something in the report so Sucks to be her parents But doesn't suck to be Emerson so hopefully they pay for this shit And I don't have to worry about anything And also God you're so hot sorry I just had to add that again bye
[2026-04-03 11:54:00] Sam Willis: Hopefully her insurance steps up. It’s all a fucking scam
[2026-04-03 11:54:00] Sam Willis: He said she said bullshit but hopefully this one is pretty cut and dry!
[2026-04-03 12:20:00] Sam Willis: Finally showered. Feel like a new woman lol
[2026-04-03 12:23:00] Sam Willis: You and your compliments. Making me blush always! I think seeing me in person is a let down compared to whatever images you have of me in your head 😬
[2026-04-03 12:24:00] Dave: Seeing you in person is even more unbelievable 😍👸
[2026-04-03 12:25:00] Dave: Every time I looked at you Secret Weekend was like, wtf is this smoke show doing here with me?!
[2026-04-03 12:27:00] Sam Willis: Puh-lease
[2026-04-03 12:27:00] Sam Willis: My face is haggard
[2026-04-03 12:27:00] Dave: Omg and seeing and touching you the first time at the room?? Literally dead
[2026-04-03 12:28:00] Sam Willis: Lmao shut up
[2026-04-03 12:28:00] Sam Willis: I loooveeeed your big ol bear hug though.
[2026-04-03 12:28:00] Dave: I’m serious!!
[2026-04-03 12:28:00] Dave: That’s really how I felt
[2026-04-03 12:28:00] Sam Willis: I could feel like strong arms, chest, crushing me 😂😂
[2026-04-03 12:29:00] Sam Willis: Not crushing me but it was strong. Lmao. I’m normally like a one arm hugger 😂
[2026-04-03 12:29:00] Dave: Not with me!
[2026-04-03 12:29:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-03 12:29:00] Sam Willis: This is soooooo me
[2026-04-03 12:29:00] Dave: Maybe this time you can jump up and wrap your legs around me? 🫣
[2026-04-03 12:30:00] Dave: This was totally Date Night
[2026-04-03 12:30:00] Dave: This was totally Date Night
[2026-04-03 12:45:00] Sam Willis: Bro I’m too heavy!!!! What if I just take you down 😂😂
[2026-04-03 12:45:00] Sam Willis: Although, I do absolutely love this
[2026-04-03 12:45:00] Sam Willis: Bro I’m too heavy!!!! What if I just take you down 😂😂
[2026-04-03 12:45:00] Sam Willis: Although, I do absolutely love this
[2026-04-03 12:46:00] Sam Willis: Bahaha we were AT SCHWAB!!!! And the entire leadership team was in the building. I was so worried! lol
[2026-04-03 12:46:00] Sam Willis: Bahaha we were AT SCHWAB!!!! And the entire leadership team was in the building. I was so worried! lol
[2026-04-03 12:48:00] Dave: Also when I tried to squeeze you when we were walking to the bar
[2026-04-03 12:49:00] Dave: I promise I can hold you up, easily 🙄
[2026-04-03 12:49:00] Dave: I promise I can hold you up, easily 🙄
[2026-04-03 12:51:00] Sam Willis: Hahaha 🫣😶🌫️
[2026-04-03 12:51:00] Sam Willis: Hahaha 🫣😶🌫️
[2026-04-03 12:52:00] Dave: Fine. Can we do it later under controlled circumstances so we’ll know for next time?
[2026-04-03 12:52:00] Dave: Fine. Can we do it later under controlled circumstances so we’ll know for next time?
[2026-04-03 12:52:00] Sam Willis: Me, running up to you, and just taking you down lolol
[2026-04-03 12:53:00] Sam Willis: You mean, like practice?
[2026-04-03 12:53:00] Sam Willis: You mean, like practice?
[2026-04-03 12:53:00] Sam Willis: I’m down!!
[2026-04-03 12:53:00] Sam Willis: One thing you don’t know about me….
[2026-04-03 12:54:00] Sam Willis: I absolutely love the physical “couple challenges” that are all over social media. Hehe. I think they’re 1. So funny, 2. Kind of hot, and 3. SO FUN! So I’m all into practicing ALL THE THINGS!
[2026-04-03 12:54:00] Dave: I love this!
[2026-04-03 12:55:00] Dave: Bring challenges to practice!
[2026-04-03 12:55:00] Sam Willis: Pftttt I gotchu. I have sooo many saved and ❤️ed lol
[2026-04-03 12:55:00] Dave: Awesome
[2026-04-03 12:56:00] Sam Willis: God we are gonna end up with like broken noses 😂😂
[2026-04-03 12:56:00] Dave: You might 😠
[2026-04-03 13:17:00] Sam Willis: https://www.instagram.com/samramsdell5/reel/DS5xKJGEUdp/ Sam Ramsdell on Instagram 1M views, 86K likes, 2,266 comments: "Had to put this back on the feed...
[2026-04-03 13:17:00] Sam Willis: Like this hahaha watch it all
[2026-04-03 13:18:00] Dave: Oh hey! I forgot to show you. This is a clump of Bears hair that collect in my face last night. Sometimes they’re bigger
[2026-04-03 13:19:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-03 13:19:00] Dave: Also: Hugh Janus lolol
[2026-04-03 13:20:00] Sam Willis: Hahaha omg does he come up and just lay on your face?!
[2026-04-03 13:20:00] Sam Willis: Hahaha omg does he come up and just lay on your face?!
[2026-04-03 13:21:00] Dave: No! That’s how much fucking fur is just floating around from having a dog in the bed
[2026-04-03 13:26:00] Sam Willis: Damnnn
[2026-04-03 13:27:00] Dave: Yeah. That’s why I don’t really like having dogs in bed. Not to mention all the dirt and shit that also comes off with that hair lol
[2026-04-03 13:28:00] Sam Willis: Yea but they’re worth it 🥹
[2026-04-03 13:39:00] Sam Willis: Do you give your cats any cat treats?
[2026-04-03 13:40:00] Dave: lol
[2026-04-03 13:40:00] Dave: The ONLY thing they’ll eat is cat food.
[2026-04-03 13:41:00] Dave: No treats, bacon, fish, chicken… Nothing. But. Cat. Food.
[2026-04-03 13:52:00] Sam Willis: That’s good. Bc if they start and get hooked, they are RELENTLESS little beggars!!!
[2026-04-03 13:52:00] Sam Willis: Like this bitch
[2026-04-03 13:52:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-03 13:53:00] Sam Willis: Every time I’m in the kitchen, she stands there and wants me to get her treats.
[2026-04-03 13:53:00] Sam Willis: She’s the autistic one
[2026-04-03 13:54:00] Dave: I tried to give them treats when they were younger but they just didn’t gaf
[2026-04-03 13:57:00] Sam Willis: In other news, I’m back to wearing a knee brace 😭
[2026-04-03 13:57:00] Dave: Awwwe why?!
[2026-04-03 13:58:00] Sam Willis: Bc I’m old and broken
[2026-04-03 13:58:00] Sam Willis: Ha I dunno. It just hurts
[2026-04-03 13:58:00] Sam Willis: It’s been hurting
[2026-04-03 13:59:00] Sam Willis: Noticed it this week while I was working out
[2026-04-03 13:59:00] Dave: Does it hurt when you’re kneeling? How about when it’s pushed back to your ears?
[2026-04-03 14:00:00] Dave: These are important diagnostic questions….
[2026-04-03 14:00:00] Sam Willis: Hahaha
[2026-04-03 14:00:00] Sam Willis: Hurts when I’m bending down…
[2026-04-03 14:01:00] Sam Willis: pushing back to ears is fine. Kneeling on it…hmm we need to get it in better shape for that, for sure
[2026-04-03 14:01:00] Sam Willis: Although it’ll be the getting down and up that’ll be the hardest lolol
[2026-04-03 14:01:00] Dave: Oh ok. I can help you with that
[2026-04-03 14:01:00] Dave: …by the hair 😏
[2026-04-03 14:12:00] Sam Willis: Oh I’m sure you will 😉
[2026-04-03 14:20:00] Sam Willis: I’ve closed out 3 whole dlogs so far today. LET’S GOOOOO
[2026-04-03 14:20:00] Dave: Good job baby!
[2026-04-03 14:21:00] Sam Willis: Copilot is finally being useful to me
[2026-04-03 14:21:00] Sam Willis: lol
[2026-04-03 14:22:00] Sam Willis: Or I’m just finally leveraging it…🤭
[2026-04-03 15:04:00] Sam Willis: What do you have going on this weekend?
[2026-04-03 15:09:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-03 15:26:00] Dave: Same as usual
[2026-04-03 15:26:00] Dave: Mmmmm 🤤… that leg wrapped around my head Knee brace might have been on a little too tight lol
[2026-04-03 15:26:00] Dave: Mmmmm 🤤… that leg wrapped around my head
[2026-04-03 15:26:00] Dave: Same as usual
[2026-04-03 15:27:00] Dave: Not shit
[2026-04-03 15:27:00] Dave: Not shit
[2026-04-03 15:59:00] Sam Willis: Finally done with work 🎉
[2026-04-03 16:06:00] Sam Willis: Maybe I’ll attempt to take a nap
[2026-04-03 16:06:00] Dave: I think you should!
[2026-04-03 16:06:00] Dave: You deserve it
[2026-04-03 16:06:00] Sam Willis: Did you nap?
[2026-04-03 16:07:00] Dave: No
[2026-04-03 16:07:00] Dave: Not really tired
[2026-04-03 16:07:00] Sam Willis: Whatcha up to
[2026-04-03 16:08:00] Dave: Trying to figure out why Etsy deleted my new listing 😕
[2026-04-03 16:09:00] Sam Willis: wtf
[2026-04-03 16:09:00] Sam Willis: Bitches
[2026-04-03 16:09:00] Dave: It’s for a new FL adapter and it got deleted as soon as I posted it. My other ones have been up for a year lol
[2026-04-03 17:23:00] Dave: Sooo you know how my favorite thing in the world is unexpected outings?… apparently we signed (Juliet) signed up for some fucking charity dinner or something tonight 😩😩😩
[2026-04-03 17:23:00] Sam Willis: That you’re going to?
[2026-04-03 17:24:00] Dave: Yes 😭
[2026-04-03 17:24:00] Sam Willis: Oh noooooo
[2026-04-03 17:24:00] Sam Willis: I hope there’s free booze for you atleast
[2026-04-03 17:25:00] Dave: We’ll see
[2026-04-03 17:25:00] Sam Willis: What time is dinner
[2026-04-03 17:25:00] Dave: Not getting my hopes up
[2026-04-03 17:25:00] Dave: 7
[2026-04-03 17:25:00] Dave: In downtown Ft Worth
[2026-04-03 17:25:00] Dave: Also fml
[2026-04-03 17:26:00] Sam Willis: So is this like a dinner you knew about before but forgot about and was just reminded? 😩
[2026-04-03 17:26:00] Sam Willis: Sorry baby
[2026-04-03 17:26:00] Dave: According to her, yes.
[2026-04-03 17:26:00] Dave: I’m not so sure though
[2026-04-03 17:26:00] Sam Willis: Two words.
[2026-04-03 17:26:00] Sam Willis: Shared
[2026-04-03 17:26:00] Sam Willis: Calendar
[2026-04-03 17:27:00] Dave: You almost just got all my wrath…
[2026-04-03 17:27:00] Dave: But fine…
[2026-04-03 17:27:00] Dave: You almost just got all my wrath…
[2026-04-03 17:27:00] Dave: But fine…
[2026-04-03 17:29:00] Sam Willis: Only bc you know I’m right
[2026-04-03 17:32:00] Sam Willis: Well I hope it’s not as bad as you’re thinking and you actually have a decent time ❤️ maybe
[2026-04-03 17:32:00] Sam Willis: Are the kids going too?
[2026-04-03 17:32:00] Dave: No, Emerson is at work and Greyson is still at his friends house lol
[2026-04-03 17:34:00] Sam Willis: I just woke up from a nap right before you texted, and have a weird rash on my other (not knee hurting) leg
[2026-04-03 17:34:00] Sam Willis: And it itches 😩
[2026-04-03 17:34:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-03 17:34:00] Sam Willis: Why is that funny!!? Hmph
[2026-04-03 17:34:00] Dave: Probably just your pre-seeing-me-shingles flaring up again
[2026-04-03 17:34:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-03 17:35:00] Sam Willis: Holy fuck. Could you imagine?!? Lmao
[2026-04-03 17:35:00] Dave: Oh wo
[2026-04-03 17:35:00] Sam Willis: Holy fuck. Could you imagine?!? Lmao
[2026-04-03 17:35:00] Dave: wtf, that looks kinda bad. You should take some benedryl or something
[2026-04-03 17:37:00] Sam Willis: Sigh
[2026-04-03 17:38:00] Sam Willis: Omg! My mom just said “you might have shingles again”
[2026-04-03 17:38:00] Sam Willis: Omg! My mom just said “you might have shingles again”
[2026-04-03 17:38:00] Sam Willis: There’s no way
[2026-04-03 17:39:00] Dave: You tell momma Jo to kindly stfu
[2026-04-03 19:48:00] Dave: Omg kill me
[2026-04-03 19:48:00] Dave: There’s no alcohol!!!
[2026-04-03 19:49:00] Sam Willis: Wtffff
[2026-04-03 19:50:00] Sam Willis: NONE!??
[2026-04-03 19:55:00] Dave: Totally dry
[2026-04-03 19:56:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-04-03 19:56:00] Dave: lol
[2026-04-03 19:58:00] Sam Willis: Is the food good atleast??
[2026-04-03 20:25:00] Dave: Yeah it’s not bad. I got chicken picante I think
[2026-04-03 20:25:00] Dave: Waiting on some cheesecake tho 😁
[2026-04-03 20:30:00] Sam Willis: Sooooo jealous!
[2026-04-03 20:30:00] Sam Willis: Sooooo jealous!
[2026-04-03 20:30:00] Sam Willis: What charity is it for?
[2026-04-03 20:34:00] Dave: National free clinics network… I think
[2026-04-03 21:35:00] Dave: Welp, that’s finally over 🙄
[2026-04-03 21:35:00] Sam Willis: Make it home?
[2026-04-03 21:35:00] Dave: Whatchu up to?
[2026-04-03 21:35:00] Dave: Yeah, getting ready to hit the sack
[2026-04-03 21:36:00] Sam Willis: Just got out of the shower and ordering some stuff off of Amazon that I need. Had a good workout and then walked the dogs so I’m just now sitting down and finally relaxing!
[2026-04-03 21:36:00] Dave: That’s awesome!
[2026-04-03 21:36:00] Sam Willis: Good job baby for making it through the evening! 😅 I hope you sleep well!
[2026-04-03 21:36:00] Dave: Good job baby
[2026-04-03 21:37:00] Dave: lol, thanks. It was a real challenge
[2026-04-03 21:37:00] Sam Willis: You did good
[2026-04-03 21:37:00] Sam Willis: ⭐️
[2026-04-03 21:38:00] Dave: God I can’t wait to see you
[2026-04-03 21:38:00] Sam Willis: I can’t wait to see you!!
[2026-04-03 21:38:00] Dave: 8 days 15 hours
[2026-04-03 21:38:00] Sam Willis: Eeeeee!!
[2026-04-03 21:38:00] Sam Willis: WE’RE GETTING SO CLOSE!!
[2026-04-03 21:39:00] Dave: I know!!!
[2026-04-03 21:39:00] Dave: I’m going to do so much to you 😏
[2026-04-03 21:39:00] Sam Willis: I can’t waittttt
[2026-04-03 21:40:00] Dave: Like hug you, and kiss you, and snuggle you 🥰
[2026-04-03 21:40:00] Sam Willis: And be the big ol softie, cuddler you are!!! ❤️
[2026-04-03 21:40:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-03 21:40:00] Dave: Yep!!
[2026-04-03 21:41:00] Sam Willis: I repeat…
[2026-04-03 21:41:00] Sam Willis: I repeat…
[2026-04-03 21:41:00] Dave: I talk a big game about pulling you hair and stuff, but I really just can’t wait to be with you 😭
[2026-04-03 21:42:00] Dave: I mean, I’m still going to pull you hair 😏
[2026-04-03 21:42:00] Dave: But mainly I just can’t wait to touch you
[2026-04-03 21:42:00] Sam Willis: Same, baby. Same
[2026-04-03 21:42:00] Dave: I love you so so much sweetpea
[2026-04-03 21:43:00] Sam Willis: I love youuuuu
[2026-04-03 21:43:00] Sam Willis: Can’t wait to talk to you tomorrow
[2026-04-03 21:43:00] Sam Willis: 😘
[2026-04-03 21:44:00] Dave: NN baby, sleep well, I love you 💕
[2026-04-03 21:44:00] Sam Willis: Goodnight handsome
The charity dinner had killed three hours of his life he was never getting back, and the drive home in the rental sedan had eaten another forty minutes, and by the time Dave loosened his tie in the hotel parking lot he had one clear thought left: he wanted to hear her voice through something he was doing to her, not something he was telling her to do.
He called her from the elevator.
"Hi," Sam said. She sounded drowsy, pre-bed, the kind of soft she only let him hear. In the background, a faucet ran and cut off.
"You alone?"
"Always. I live alone, Dave."
"Don't be cute."
"A little cute."
He slid the keycard. The hotel room was the kind of mid-tier business blandness that had become the backdrop for most of his week — beige headboard, sealed windows, a desk lamp casting a fluorescent wedge across the bed. He dropped the card on the dresser and sat on the edge of the mattress and listened to her breathing change when she realized what his silence meant.
"Tell me what you're wearing," he said.
"Your shirt. The gray one. Underwear."
"Take the underwear off."
A pause. Fabric. The slight shift of weight.
"Done."
"Lie down. On your back. Shirt stays on. I want you to think about the fact that it's mine while we do this."
"Okay."
"Say it properly."
"Yes, Sir."
Something in his chest settled the way it only ever settled with her — the specific click of a bone finding its socket. He unbuckled his belt one-handed and listened to her arrange herself against the pillows two thousand miles away.
"How many days," he said.
"Six more."
"You're going to tell me the truth right now. Have you touched yourself since we talked on Wednesday?"
"No."
"Not once."
"Not once. I almost did. In the shower this morning. I had the water on my — I had it on me and I thought about you and I turned it off."
"Good girl."
He heard her breath hitch, that small involuntary intake that meant the praise had gone straight through her, bypassing every defense. Four years of learning her had taught him that the fastest way to the bottom of Sam was not a command. It was two words of approval, delivered like they cost him something.
"I want your hand," he said. "Between your legs. Don't move it yet. Just rest it there."
"Okay."
"Can you feel how wet you are?"
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"I'm — Dave, I'm soaked. I've been like this since the voicemail last night. I put a towel down before I got in bed because —"
"Because what?"
"Because I was dripping. I could feel it on my thighs when I was brushing my teeth."
He closed his eyes. Pictured it exactly — Sam at her bathroom sink, his old shirt hanging off one shoulder, the slick shine on the inside of her thighs glinting under the vanity lights. The image was so vivid it was almost tactile.
"Two fingers," he said. "Inside. Slow."
The sound she made was not a word. It was the small breaking noise of a held breath.
"Don't move them yet. Just feel how tight you are. Feel how hard you're clenching on nothing."
"Please —"
"I didn't say you could beg."
"Sorry. Sorry, Sir."
"Pull them out. Put them in your mouth. I want to hear it."
The wet sound of her fingers leaving her cunt came through the phone with surgical clarity, and then the slighter, more obscene sound of her sucking them clean. He had to press the heel of his palm against his cock through his slacks, hard, because he was not going to come in this hotel room before she did. He had promised himself that when he called.
"How do you taste."
"Good. I taste good."
"You taste like mine."
"Yes."
He undid his fly one-handed. Worked his cock out of his briefs. He was fully hard and had been since the elevator, and the first stroke of his own hand was almost punishing. He didn't move his hand again for a long moment. He just held himself and listened to her waiting.
"I talked to you about a lot of things last night," he said. "About tying you up. About putting your face in the mattress. I want you to know I meant all of it. Every word."
"I know."
"But tonight I'm not going to do any of that. Tonight I just want you to use your hand and think about mine."
"Okay."
"Start. Slowly."
He heard her fingers find their rhythm. He heard the wet, unmistakable sound of a woman working herself with patience because the man on the phone required it. He started stroking himself in the same rhythm, matching her, and for a full minute neither of them spoke — there was only the duet of their breathing and the small, helpless sounds she made every third or fourth stroke, sounds she wasn't trying to make, sounds that escaped her.
"Tell me what you're thinking about."
"The nightclub."
He smiled in spite of himself. "Tell me."
"I'm on your lap. It's loud. Nobody can hear us. I have a skirt on and I've been sitting on you for — for a while — and you're inside me and nobody can tell. You're just — you're holding my hips. And you keep telling me to hurry."
"Hurry and what, baby."
"Hurry and come before somebody sees."
"Are you going to come for me?"
"Yes."
"Not yet."
The noise she made was almost a sob.
"Not yet," he said again, steadier. "Slow down. Take your fingers out."
"Dave —"
"Take them out."
She did. He heard it. The wet withdrawal, and then her breathing, ragged, uneven, the breathing of a woman being held one inch from the edge of a cliff by a man who had decided the view was better from there.
"I want you to put your hand on your stomach," he said. "Under the shirt. Feel yourself breathing. Feel how fast your heart is going. That's mine. All of that is mine. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Say it."
"It's yours. My — all of it. It's yours."
"Good girl."
He heard her crying then — not hard, not distress, just the small overflow of a body that had been held too tight for too long. Her voice went gluey and thick the way it only went when she was down, really down, in the place where the rest of the world couldn't reach her.
"Can I please come," she whispered. "Please. Sir. Please."
He had planned to make her wait longer. He had planned an entire architecture of denial stretching toward Thursday. But there was something in her voice — something unguarded, something that had been waiting all week under the meetings and the exhaustion and the fluorescent hum of her office — that made him set the architecture aside.
Because this wasn't about the six days. This was about her needing, right now, to be undone by him. And the whole point of what they had built — four years of it, under everything — was that he listened when she needed.
"Hand back between your legs," he said.
"Okay."
"Three fingers this time. I want you full."
"Okay. Okay."
"Use your other hand on your clit. Don't be gentle with yourself. I'm not going to be gentle with you when I see you."
"Oh god —"
"Come when you need to. I want to hear all of it. Don't hold any of it back from me. Not one sound."
She went fast. Faster than he expected. The six days had stacked inside her like pressure behind glass, and the permission was the crack. He listened to the rhythm of her hand accelerate, heard the slick, filthy sound of her fingers working inside herself, heard the higher, thinner sound she made when her other hand found the exact pressure she needed. He stroked himself in counterpoint, hard now, no pretense of pacing, because her falling apart was going to take him with her and there was no stopping it.
"Dave — Dave, I'm —"
"I know. Let me hear."
"I love you —"
"I love you. Come for me, baby. Right now. Come."
She came with a sound he had catalogued a hundred times and never gotten tired of — a short, surprised cry that broke into something lower and longer, almost a moan of grief, the sound of her body releasing what it had been clenched around for days. He heard her shaking. He heard the wet slap of her hand still moving because she couldn't stop it yet, riding the aftershocks, and then a small whimper as she pulled her fingers out of herself too fast, oversensitive.
He came before the last of her sounds had finished. Into a hotel towel, eyes closed, her breathing in his ear, her voice broken and thick still saying his name. It was not a graceful orgasm. It was the kind that bent him forward at the waist, that made him press his forehead to the edge of the mattress while it took him. He hadn't realized how much he had needed this either, until it was happening.
For a long time afterward, neither of them spoke.
He listened to her breathe. He listened to the small, wet sound of her wiping her hand on something — probably the towel she'd mentioned — and the rustle of her pulling his shirt back down over her hips.
"Hi," she said finally. Soft. Wrecked.
"Hi, baby."
"That wasn't — you weren't supposed to let me."
"I know."
"Why did you."
He thought about it. He was on his back on the hotel bed now, still mostly dressed, his belt buckle digging into his hip. Through the sealed window, a highway sound, distant.
"Because you needed it tonight more than you needed the six days."
"Mm."
"How do you feel."
"Heavy." A pause. "Good. Shaky. My legs are doing a thing."
"Drink water."
"In a minute."
"Now, Sam."
He heard her laugh — a tired, unguarded laugh — and heard her shift and heard the glass she kept by her bed clink against her teeth. She drank. He listened.
"Better?"
"Better."
"Lie back down. On your side. The way you sleep."
She did. He could hear her settling, the specific sigh she made when her face found her pillow. He rolled onto his side too, mirroring her across two thousand miles of nothing.
"Are the lights off?"
"Yeah."
"Tell me about your day."
"It was long. Seven meetings. Roy is — Roy is trying, but God. I had to explain my whole workflow twice."
"You need to take control of your life."
"You said."
"I'll say it again. You need to take control of your life."
"I took control tonight."
"You took instructions tonight."
"Same thing, with you."
He smiled at the ceiling. The fluorescent wedge from the desk lamp had softened as his eyes adjusted. The room still looked like every other hotel room he had ever been in, and also didn't, because she was in it now, breathing in his ear.
"Five more days," he said.
"Five."
"Then I'm going to put you in a bed and not let you out of it for a weekend."
"Is that a promise."
"That's a sentence."
She laughed again, smaller, already going under. He could hear sleep coming for her. He had always been able to hear that — the specific slowing of her breath, the way her voice thickened, the small unselfconscious sounds she made when she stopped curating herself. It was one of the first intimate things he had ever earned from her, years ago, on a call that wasn't supposed to last as long as it had.
"Stay on," she murmured.
"I'm here."
"Talk to me till I'm out."
"Okay, baby."
He talked. About nothing. About the charity dinner and the dry chicken and the man at his table who had talked about yacht insurance for forty uninterrupted minutes. About the drive. About the way the Virginia sky looked leaving, and the way this sky looked arriving, and how neither of them had been her sky, which was the one he wanted. He talked until her breathing evened. He talked a little past that, just to be sure, and then he stopped talking and listened to her sleep, and didn't hang up for a long time.
The signal came in on a pirate frequency at two in the morning, and Kade heard it before the rest of the convoy because she was awake, she was always awake, curled against the back wall of the rig with her boots off and her rifle across her lap.
"Seven trucks," the voice said. Male. Virginia drawl flattened by the static but not erased. "North road. Tell your driver to take the wash instead."
She sat up. The cab smelled like diesel and old coffee and the peach-pit sweetness of her own sweat. Outside, the desert rolled away in flat black sheets under a moon that had no business being so bright.
"Who is this," she said.
"You know who this is."
She did. She'd known the second he opened his mouth. Four years of running cargo across the dead zones and she'd only ever met one man with a voice like that — slow, Southern, the kind of calm that made you think twice before you lied to him. He ran the wrecker out of the old Phoenix airfield. He'd pulled her rig out of a sand-slide once and hadn't charged her. He'd also, six months ago in a motel outside Yuma, put his mouth on her for the first time and ruined her for every other man who would ever live.
"Hollis," she said.
"Take the wash, Sam."
"You're tracking me."
"I'm protecting you."
She looked at the driver — Roy, new to the route, trying to figure out what the hell he was doing with a convoy this size — and she thought about the seven trucks and she thought about the fact that Hollis didn't say things he didn't mean.
"Cut north in a mile," she told Roy. "Dry wash. Kill the lights."
She found him at the rendezvous two hours before dawn, parked crooked under a stand of mesquite with his wrecker's running lights off and a cigarette burning down between his fingers though she'd never known him to smoke. He was leaning against the hood. Bald head catching moonlight. That solid, unhurried presence that made her stomach turn over every time like she was seventeen and stupid.
"You're not supposed to be this far west," she said, climbing down from the rig.
"No."
"You came anyway."
"I did."
She crossed the dirt between them. He didn't move. He never moved first; he just waited, and the waiting was the thing that undid her, every time, because it meant she had to choose — had to walk the distance herself and be seen doing it.
She put her hands flat against his chest. Felt the heat of him through the work shirt.
"Seven trucks," she said.
"Cartel. Not yours. But they'd have taken the load anyway and left you in the sand."
"And you rode out here for what. A thank-you."
He looked down at her. His mouth was doing that thing, that barely-there pull at one corner, and she wanted to bite it.
"I rode out here," he said, "because you've got two days left before you said you'd go a month without seeing me, and I'm a selfish man."
She laughed. It came out ragged.
"You are the least selfish man I have ever met."
"Not about you."
He caught her jaw in one hand — not hard, just a claim — and kissed her, and the world she'd been pretending to live in for six weeks collapsed into the twelve inches of space between his chest and hers. His mouth tasted like smoke and coffee and something underneath that was just him, the specific chemistry of him, and her knees went and she didn't care because he had her.
"Truck," he said against her mouth.
"Yours or mine."
"Mine."
The wrecker's cab was wide and old and smelled like grease. He had her up onto the bench seat before she'd finished breathing, and her jacket went somewhere — floor, maybe — and her tank top went up and off and his hands were on her ribs, her breasts, thumbs dragging rough over her nipples, and she made a sound she'd been saving for six weeks.
"Quiet," he said.
"There's nobody out here."
"Quiet anyway. I want to hear you."
"That's the opposite of quiet, Hollis."
"I want to hear the part of you that has to stay quiet."
He bit the side of her neck and she understood. The stifled breath. The half-swallowed whimper. The thing she'd told him about once, about a nightclub and a lap and hoping not to get caught — he'd kept it, filed it, was feeding it back to her now in the front seat of a wrecker in the middle of nowhere. Of course he had. He kept everything.
She got her hands between them and went for his belt. He let her. He watched her face while she did it, and the watching was somehow filthier than anything his hands were doing, because she knew what he was seeing — her, unguarded, hair in her mouth, pupils blown, every wall she wore during the day lying on the floorboards with her jacket.
She pulled his cock out and it was already hard, already wet at the tip, and she dragged her thumb through it and brought her thumb to her mouth.
"Jesus Christ," he said.
"Mm."
"Get your pants off, Sam."
"Make me."
He made her. He hauled her jeans down her hips, and her underwear with them, and when he got them to her knees he stopped and pushed her back flat on the bench and spread her with his thumbs and looked at her for one long, punishing second before he dropped his mouth onto her.
She slapped a hand over her own mouth because she had to. He laughed against her cunt — she felt the vibration of it — and then he was licking into her in long flat strokes, dragging his tongue up over her clit and circling, and she was already close, embarrassingly close, because six weeks was six weeks and he knew exactly where to go.
"Hollis — "
He hummed.
"I'm — I'm — "
He pulled his mouth off her.
"Not yet."
"You fucker."
"Not yet."
He sat up. His mouth was shining. His chin was shining. He wiped the back of his hand across it and the gesture was so unselfconscious, so completely him, that she almost came just from watching it.
He pulled her upright. Turned her. Her knees on the bench, her hands braced on the cracked vinyl of the seat-back, her jeans still tangled around her thighs because he hadn't bothered to get them the rest of the way off. She felt the restraint of the denim, the way it kept her knees close together, and she felt him line himself up behind her and push in.
She bit the meat of her own palm.
He didn't go slow. He didn't need to. He knew what her body would take — knew it better than she did, at this point — and he sank into her in one long thrust that made the bench creak and made her eyes water and made her think, absurdly, about the fire in her dream, about the bed that kept catching and kept catching, residual, he'd said when she told him, and he'd been right, there was something in her that kept lighting up around him like it couldn't help it.
"There you are," he said.
"Fuck — "
"There you are, Virginia."
It was his old joke, reversed — she was the one from Arizona, he was from Virginia — and she'd called him Virginia once, drunk, six months into this, and he'd started calling her it back, a crossed wire between them, the kind of private language only they had.
He fucked her with his hand braced on the back of her neck. Not pressing, just there. A weight. A reminder. The other hand was on her hip, fingers digging in, and she could already feel the bruises forming, four perfect ovals she'd find in the shower and press on purpose.
The cab filled with the sound of it. Wet, obscene, unmistakable. Her thighs slapping back against his. His breath going rough. Her own voice, muffled by her palm, saying his name in pieces.
"Hand off your mouth," he said.
"Someone'll hear."
"Nobody's out here. You said it yourself."
"You said quiet."
"I changed my mind. I want to hear you."
She dropped her hand. He rewarded her — reached around, found her clit, started rubbing slow hard circles that did not match the pace of his hips. He was rolling into her deep and steady. Fingers fast. Two different rhythms, both of them his, and her body didn't know what to do except shake.
"Say it," he said.
"Say what."
"What you said on the phone last week."
She laughed, wrecked. "Which part."
"You know which part."
She did. She tipped her head back against his shoulder. His stubble scraped her temple.
"I can't wait to touch you," she whispered.
"There it is."
"I can't — Hollis — I can't — "
"Come on, Sam. Hurry up. Before somebody catches us."
That did it. That was the exact fantasy, the one she'd told him over a bad connection at two in the morning, the nightclub and the lap and the hurry-and-cum-before-someone-sees, and he'd kept that too, he kept everything, and hearing it in his voice now unspooled her in one long, silent, shaking wave.
She came so hard she saw color. Her cunt clamped down on him and he cursed, low and astonished, like it got him every time, like four years hadn't dulled the shock of what she did to him, and then he was gone too — two more thrusts, a third, and he buried himself in her and came with his forehead pressed against the back of her neck, his breath hot, his whole body gone still in that way he only went still for this.
After, she lay across his chest on the bench seat, still half-dressed, her jeans around one ankle now because he'd at least pulled them off one leg. The cab smelled like sex and sweat and diesel. His hand was tracing a slow circle on her back.
"Seven trucks," she said, eventually.
"Gone west. They'll figure out they lost you by sunup."
"And then?"
"Then you finish the run and you come to me and we don't talk about two-day countdowns anymore."
"I had a schedule, Hollis."
"Throw it out. Take control of your life."
She snorted into his collarbone. He'd been telling her that for two years. She'd been half-listening for two years. Tonight, in the cab of a wrecker, with his cum still warm between her thighs and her heart still running double-time, she thought — maybe.
"There's a rash on my leg," she said.
"Where."
She showed him. He looked at it seriously, the way he looked at engine trouble.
"Shingles," he said. "Pre-seeing-me shingles. Flaring up."
"You are such an asshole."
"I'm a diagnostician."
She laughed. He pulled her tighter against him. Outside, the desert was going blue at the edges, dawn coming up, and somewhere a few miles east her convoy was sitting in a dry wash waiting for her to radio them back onto the road.
She didn't move. Not yet. She gave herself another minute — another five — of his hand on her back and his heart under her ear and the specific, impossible fact of him having ridden out here in the dark because he was a selfish man about her and only her.
"Two days," she said.
"Two days."
"I'll find you."
"I know you will."
She got dressed in the blue light. She climbed down out of his truck. She walked back across the dirt to her rig without looking behind her, because she didn't need to; he'd be watching, and he'd wait until her taillights were gone before he moved, and that was just how he was, and she was going to spend the rest of her life being loved like that.
She picked up the radio and told Roy to start the engines.
The charity dinner runs long the way all charity dinners run long — a silent auction nobody's bidding on, a slideshow with a stuck slide, the emcee clearing his throat into a microphone that squeals each time. Dave has been nursing the same iced tea for an hour. There's no bar. He keeps checking his phone under the table like a teenager.
Save me, he'd texted Sam at seven.
I'm in Arizona, she'd written back. What exactly do you want me to do about it.
Think of something.
She had sent him a photo then. Just her mouth, lipstick half-chewed off, the corner of a pillow, and underneath it: two days left before abstinence. you sure you want to waste them on rubber chicken?
That was forty minutes ago. He's read it six times. His phone's face-down on the tablecloth now because he can't trust himself to look at it in the same room as a man giving a speech about watershed conservation.
When the applause starts for something — he has no idea what — he stands, hand on the back of his chair, and moves. Out of the ballroom, past the coat check, across the hotel lobby and through the revolving door into April air that smells like parking lot and distant rain. His car is on the third level of the garage. He calls her from the driver's seat before he's turned the key.
"Are you done being charitable," she says.
"I left."
"Dave."
"They're fine. They raised money from people who weren't me."
She's laughing. He can hear her moving, the soft rustle of sheets or a robe, and something in his chest unknots at the sound. It's ridiculous how much he's missed her voice in the three hours since he last heard it.
"Where are you," he says.
"Bed. I took a nap and woke up with a rash on my leg again and I'm convinced you gave me shingles telepathically."
"That's the pre-seeing-me-shingles. It's normal."
"Mm." A pause. "I had another fire dream."
"What kind."
"We were in a motel this time. Like a real one, not a sketchy one. And the bedspread just — started smoking. And neither of us cared. We just kept going."
He drives one-handed out of the garage, phone on speaker in the cupholder, and turns onto the road that runs along the river back toward his place. The streetlights do that thing where they slide across the windshield in a slow wash. He can picture her perfectly — hair a mess from sleep, one leg out from under the covers, the little furrow between her eyebrows she gets when she's telling him something she thinks is silly.
"You know what that means," he says.
"Oh good, you're a dream analyst now."
"It means your subconscious is trying to tell you something."
"My subconscious is telling me to set fires."
"Your subconscious is telling you six more days is too long."
She's quiet. He takes the exit. The quiet stretches a beat longer than it should, and he knows her well enough to know what's happening in it — she's deciding something.
"Dave."
"Yeah."
"When you get home."
"Yeah."
"Leave it on."
He doesn't answer. He just drives. The miles tick down. When he pulls into his building's lot she's humming something, barely, and he recognizes it as the song that was playing in the grocery store last week, and he doesn't say anything about it because he wants to keep it. He takes the stairs because the elevator will cost him signal for thirty seconds.
Inside, he kicks off his shoes at the door, drops his jacket on the back of a chair, loosens his tie with one hand. The apartment is dark except for the kitchen light he left on that morning. He carries her through it — phone against his ear now, off speaker — into the bedroom, and sits on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees.
"I'm home," he says.
"Took you forever."
"I know."
"Tell me about it."
"The dinner?"
"No." He can hear her smile. "About coming home. What you did when you walked in."
He tells her. Shoes. Jacket. Tie. The kitchen light. The way the hardwood is cold through his socks. She listens the way she listens to everything — like it's the only thing happening in the world — and when he gets to sitting on the bed she exhales, small, and he feels it like a hand on the back of his neck.
"What are you wearing," he says.
"That's such a line."
"Answer it."
"The gray shirt. Your gray shirt. The one you forgot in November."
"I didn't forget it."
"I know you didn't."
He leans back. His head hits the headboard. He undoes his belt one-handed, not rushing, because they have as long as they need and she's already home with him in every way that matters except the one.
"Take it off," he says.
"You first."
"No."
There's a pause, then a shift in the sound of her breathing, and he knows she's doing it. He can see her in the T-shirt — his, loose on her, the hem halfway down her thighs — and he can see her pulling it up and over her head and tossing it somewhere she won't remember in the morning.
"Done," she says.
"What else."
"Nothing else."
"Good girl."
She makes a noise at that — small, involuntary, the one she can't help making — and he closes his eyes because he needs a second. He wants her here so badly it's a physical ache in his sternum. He wants to put his mouth on her. He wants to hold her face in both hands and kiss her until her lips are swollen and ruined. He wants to hear her laugh against his chest. He wants to fuck her so hard the neighbors complain.
"Tell me the nightclub one," he says.
"Oh my god."
"Tell me."
"I already told you."
"Tell me again. Tell me like it's happening."
She's quiet a moment. Then: "It's dark. Like actually dark, not dim. And loud — that bass that you feel in your chest. And I'm on your lap."
"Facing me."
"Facing you. My dress is — it's short. It's already pushed up. You have both hands under it."
"Where."
"On my ass. Squeezing. Holding me where you want me."
"Are you wearing anything under it."
"No."
"Am I inside you."
"Yes."
His hand is on himself now, over the fabric of his slacks, palm pressed down hard. He's been hard since the parking garage. The sound of her voice saying yes like that, flat and certain, is going to undo him before he even gets his zipper down.
"How long have I been inside you," he says.
"I don't know. A while. Long enough that I'm — I'm sweating. I'm trying not to move too much. Because there are people. Right there."
"But you're moving."
"A little. Just — rocking."
"Show me."
He can hear it — the shift of her on the mattress, the catch in her breath, the way she draws in air and holds it. He gets his pants open. Pushes them down. Gets his cock out and wraps his hand around it and the relief of it is almost enough to finish him.
"Dave."
"What."
"Say the thing."
"What thing."
"The thing you said in the fantasy."
He knows exactly what she means. He lets her wait a second, two, and then he lowers his voice the way she likes it, the way she's told him makes her stupid, and says, "You need to hurry up and come before someone sees."
"Fuck."
"Are you touching yourself."
"Yes."
"Where."
"My clit."
"How."
"Fast. Hard. I'm — oh my god, Dave —"
"Slow down."
"I can't."
"Slow down."
She whimpers. She actually whimpers. He can hear her hand move, slower, the tiny wet sound of it, and he strokes himself in time, loose-fisted, leaking already, his other hand flat on his stomach under his shirt. He can picture her so clearly — on her back, knees up, the gray shirt gone, his shirt gone, one hand between her legs and the other in her hair — that he has to open his eyes and stare at the ceiling to keep from coming right then.
"I want you here," he says. It comes out rougher than he meant.
"I know."
"I want you in my lap."
"I know."
"I want to put my hand over your mouth so you don't wake up the whole fucking building."
She laughs, wrecked, and the laugh turns into a moan halfway through and he tightens his fist and groans back.
"Tell me what I'd do," she says. "Tell me what you'd do to me if I were there."
"I'd take that shirt off you again. I'd put you on your stomach. Hands behind your back."
"Yeah."
"Face in the mattress."
"Yeah."
"I'd fuck you until you couldn't make a sound. Until you were just — shaking. Drooling on my pillow."
"Oh my god."
"You'd take it."
"I'd take it."
"You'd take all of it."
"Dave — Dave, I'm —"
"Come on."
"Say it —"
"Come for me. Right now. Come on my cock."
She breaks. He hears it happen — the held breath, the high thin sound she makes at the top, the long shuddering exhale after — and then the smaller sounds, the hitches, the _oh_s, the way her voice goes soft and stupid at the end of it, and that's what does it. He comes across his stomach, on his shirt, on his hand, hips stuttering up off the bed, making a noise that isn't a word. His vision goes white at the edges. Her name, eventually, on an exhale.
They breathe. For a long time. Neither of them says anything. He can hear her heart, somehow, or maybe it's his own through the phone. A car goes by outside. A dog barks two buildings over.
"Hi," she says finally.
"Hi."
"You're a mess."
"I'm a mess."
"Go clean up."
"In a minute."
"Now."
"Bossy."
"Dave."
He gets up. He carries her — still on the phone, pressed to his ear with his shoulder — into the bathroom. Runs the water warm. Wipes his stomach, his hand, his shirt, gives up on the shirt, pulls it off over his head. Washes his face for no reason other than she told him to clean up and he wants to be thorough about it.
When he comes back she's quiet in the way that means she's close to sleep.
"Six days," he says.
"Six days."
"I'm going to ruin you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She hums. He kills the bedroom light and gets under the covers in just his boxers and lies on his side with the phone on the pillow next to his face, the way he's done it every night she hasn't been here, and listens to her breathing even out.
"Leave it on," she says, slurring now. "Like last time."
"I'll leave it on."
"I love youuuu."
"I love you too."
Her breathing slows. Somewhere in Arizona she's curled under a bedspread that isn't on fire, wearing his shirt again because she put it back on, because she always does. Somewhere in Virginia he's watching the ceiling and counting down.
Six days. He can do six days.
He falls asleep with the phone still on.
DAY OVERVIEW Today was a Friday that started with tender morning messages and a playful exchange about Sam's vivid, fire-filled dreams. The conversation evolved into a mix of intimate fantasies and practical discussions about work and personal challenges. The day ended with a sweet, anticipatory tone as they looked forward to seeing each other soon. A defining moment was Sam's detailed erotic fantasy about a public encounter, which led to a flirtatious exploration of their physical connection and desires.
TOPIC INVENTORY
- Morning Routine & Work
- Dave mentioned not going to the office, which messes up his messaging routine. Sam has seven meetings scheduled for the day and expresses reluctance to attend them all.
- Emotional register: Playful, frustrated
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Notable quotes: "How dare you forget about me" — Sam, teasingly
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Sam's Dreams
- Sam shares a dream about being with Dave where the bed kept catching fire. She describes it as a "residual fire" that keeps popping back up.
- Emotional register: Amused, slightly concerned
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Notable quotes: "You and I were together and the bed we were in kept catching on fire" — Sam
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Work Challenges
- Sam discusses her meeting-heavy schedule and the pressure to attend all of them. Dave encourages her to take control and decline some meetings.
- Emotional register: Frustrated, supported
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Notable quotes: "You need to take control of your life" — Dave
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Game of Thrones Reference
- They discuss Joffrey from Game of Thrones, agreeing that he was a punchable character.
- Emotional register: Playful, amused
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Notable quotes: "Such a punchable bitch" — Sam
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Roy's New Role
- Sam talks about a conversation with Roy, who is trying to figure out his new role. She feels exhausted from explaining her workspaces and pain points to him.
- Emotional register: Exhausted, sympathetic
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Notable quotes: "He’s trying to figure out wtf to do in his new role. I feel for him tbh" — Sam
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Etsy Listing Issue
- Dave mentions that Etsy deleted his new listing for a FL adapter, which he finds frustrating.
- Emotional register: Frustrated, curious
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Notable quotes: "It’s for a new FL adapter and it got deleted as soon as I posted it" — Dave
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Charity Dinner
- Dave is upset about an unexpected charity dinner he has to attend, complaining that there's no alcohol and it's a boring event.
- Emotional register: Annoyed, resigned
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Notable quotes: "There’s no alcohol!!!" — Dave
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Sam's Rash
- Sam mentions waking up from a nap with a rash on her leg, which itches. Dave jokes that it might be shingles flaring up again.
- Emotional register: Playful, concerned
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Notable quotes: "Probably just your pre-seeing-me-shingles flaring up again" — Dave
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Physical Connection
- They discuss their physical connection, with Sam expressing excitement about cuddling and Dave mentioning his desire to hug and kiss her.
- Emotional register: Affectionate, anticipatory
- Notable quotes: "I can’t wait to touch you" — Dave
SEXUAL & PHYSICAL CONTENT Sam shares a detailed erotic fantasy about being in a loud, dark nightclub with Dave, where she straddles his lap and rides him subtly while hoping not to be seen. She describes the sensation of his hands on her ass and his instructions to hurry and cum before someone catches them.
Dave expresses his desire to see Sam out of breath in person and his anticipation of their physical reunion. He mentions hugging, kissing, and snuggling, and teases about pulling her hair. Sam reciprocates, expressing her excitement about touching and being touched by Dave.
They also discuss the idea of practicing "couple challenges" from social media, with Sam mentioning that she loves these challenges and finds them funny, hot, and fun. Dave is enthusiastic about the idea and suggests bringing challenges to practice.
EMOTIONAL DYNAMICS Dave takes a supportive and encouraging role, offering advice on how Sam can manage her workload and meetings. Sam is vulnerable about her fatigue and the pressure she feels from work. There is a playful dynamic when they tease each other, such as when Sam jokes about Dave forgetting to message her and when they discuss Joffrey from Game of Thrones.
The conversation is filled with expressions of love and longing, with both partners looking forward to their upcoming reunion. Dave is tender and affectionate, expressing his desire to hug, kiss, and cuddle with Sam. Sam reciprocates these feelings, indicating that she also can't wait to be physical with Dave.
There is a sense of playfulness and flirtation throughout the conversation, with both partners teasing each other and sharing intimate details about their desires and fantasies. The power dynamic is fairly equal, with both partners taking turns leading and following in the conversation.
MEMORABLE LANGUAGE - "It's messes up my whole messaging routine, but that doesn't mean I haven't been thinking about you" — Dave, explaining his morning message delay - "Were you tied up and gangbanged in any of them 😏" — Dave, teasingly asking about Sam's dreams - "We were camped gas station/fast food place. It was sketch" — Sam, describing her dream - "I use it with you the most, for sure" — Sam, talking about using GIFs - "You’re at the top of any list that pertains to texting" — Dave, complimenting Sam - "I have 7 meetings. Exactly" — Sam, frustrated about her work schedule - "You need to take control of your life" — Dave, advising Sam on her meetings - "Such a punchable bitch" — Sam, describing Joffrey from Game of Thrones - "I had to put this back on the feed..." — Sam, sharing an Instagram reel - "There’s no alcohol!!!" — Dave, complaining about the charity dinner - "I can’t wait to touch you" — Dave, expressing his anticipation - "I repeat… I repeat…" — Sam, emphasizing her affection for Dave - "I talk a big game about pulling you hair and stuff, but I really just can’t wait to be with you" — Dave, being vulnerable about his feelings - "I can’t waittttt" — Sam, eagerly anticipating their reunion - "I love youuuuu" — Sam, expressing her love for Dave
CONTINUITY HOOKS - They are looking forward to seeing each other in less than nine days. - Sam mentions taking advantage of her "TWO days left before abstinence," implying a period of celibacy or distance. - Dave is going to a charity dinner that he finds boring and is annoyed about the lack of alcohol. - Sam has a rash on her leg that itches, and Dave jokes about it being shingles. - They discuss practicing "couple challenges" from social media, indicating a future activity they plan to do together.
MOOD MAP Nostalgic warmth → playful teasing → frustrated work talk → tender affection → anticipatory excitement → resigned acceptance → tender closure
================================================================================ INSIGHTS REPORT FOR 2026-04-03 Generated: 2026-04-17 11:55:05 Status: success Schema Version: 1.2.0 ================================================================================
METRICS
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Response Time
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Me→Them: 149s ↑33% vs 7d avg
Them→Me: 102s ↓7% vs 7d avg -
Conflicts & Repair
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Conflicts: 22 ↓ (avg 23.3 this week)
Repair Rate: 100.0% →0% vs 7d avg
Avg Recovery: 9.5 min ↑10% vs 7d avg -
Initiation
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Balance Ratio: 0.50 ↓33% vs 7d avg
Cold Starts: 2 → (avg 2.0 this week)
1 me / 1 them -
Velocity & Sessions
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High Velocity %: 98.4% →0% vs 7d avg
Sessions: 22 ↓ (avg 27.7 this week)
Avg Duration: 9.4 min ↑8% vs 7d avg -
Message Volume
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Total Messages: 317 ↓ (avg 324.4 this week)
From Me: 141 ↓ (avg 147.6 this week)
From Them: 176 ↓ (avg 176.9 this week)
With Signals: 306 ↓ (avg 314.1 this week)
SENDER COVERAGE
| Sender | Labeled / Total | Rate | Top Labels |
|---|---|---|---|
| Dave | 140 / 141 | 99.3% | humor (29), status_update (28), frustration (26), affection (18), flirting (12) |
| Edited 4 seconds later: That. Or… I really would looove to talk to you but I’m already so swamped with work on 1:1s I just can’t handle anymore right now | 1 / 1 | 100.0% | checking_in (1) |
| Sam Willis | 165 / 175 | 94.3% | humor (39), status_update (28), vulnerability (22), affection (19), frustration (18) |
DOMINANT LABEL
humor (typically status_update)
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Label Counts
---- humor: 58 (avg score: 70%)
- status_update: 48 (avg score: 64%)
- frustration: 39 (avg score: 69%)
- affection: 37 (avg score: 79%)
- vulnerability: 22 (avg score: 67%)
- flirting: 20 (avg score: 75%)
- emotional_support: 17 (avg score: 66%)
- excitement: 14 (avg score: 75%)
- checking_in: 13 (avg score: 64%)
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Label Counts (cont.)
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- encouragement: 11 (avg score: 76%)
- sexting: 10 (avg score: 85%)
- appreciation: 9 (avg score: 78%)
- deep_sharing: 6 (avg score: 69%)
- planning: 5 (avg score: 71%)
- boundary_setting: 2 (avg score: 70%)
- disagreement: 2 (avg score: 60%)
- request: 1 (avg score: 65%)
- passive_aggression: 1 (avg score: 70%)
ANOMALIES
All metrics within normal range today.
No significant deviations from your 7‑day average.
PROVENANCE
Signals Prompt Version: signals.v2 Signals Model: unknown Rollup Computed At: N/A
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Relationship Balance
Signal Flow Over Time