2026-04-06

Perfect Repair Day

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[2026-04-06 06:05:00] Dave: 🤔… I don’t get it
[2026-04-06 06:33:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Good morning sunshine I hope you had a great night sleep even though you sent me that message 1030. I guess that would be 930 your time but still probably right before you went to bed. But that's OK. I still love you. Never take my advice about anything ever. But either way, I can't wait to see you get so close end of the week Great On my way to work Working from the office, unlike yourself But I hope you're Your dental surgery is it is it that's it Removed Concentrate Traffic strategy I slept pretty well I guess that's just impossible for me to say that without you I slept pretty well. I got to bed early. That was awesome. Woke up Oh, for fucks sake Woke up pretty early There's this car that like in my neighborhood like Rolled up on my ass in the 30 mile an hour zone, which is where I don't really Speed I gotta do like 35 or whatever but Dude, all up on my ass all hard and then from there on like we got it on main road like blue past everybody and just like running stop signs and shit and Like now, I'm passing him as he's stuck in traffic anyway and it's so funny like he sees the right way now and I'm in left up just kind of chilling not like trying to eat him, but I was kind of hoping I would So I just love what it happens with this dude like I'll be annoyed and then I just rolled right past like Without even tried anyway, yeah so slept pretty well Yeah Worked on my website yesterday and got some updated Things in Etsy was still deleting my Post Stupid because it's like The listing that I have now Says flashlight adapter is what it is blah blah blah blah it's been up for you know how long and I can't. I made two different ones I thought maybe it was the photograph cause it showed like the actual flashlight. Where is the other one the videos and photographs just showed the flashlight with the cap on it so you couldn't see like the flesh part of it but the way my new adapter works. You can't have the cap on it cause it screws into the adapter like it doesn't the cap so you can see like the pussy or whatever So like I guess that's what tag flagged it. I don't know. I read their terms and conditions and whatever rule violation, shit and which it won't tell you exactly why you got flagged or got removed. It just says mind the fucking rules or whatever so I read all that and couldn't find anything I like. Looks like it was I examined too, and that was the only thing that we could really figure was that it was because of part of the flashlight actually showing Anyway, I updated my site with the new the new stuff Make sure it was Google search so I can It's all I really like Selling on Etsy I'm just now. I was thinking about starting my TikTok thinking about it. Don't wanna deal with social media. Supposedly TikTok shops the window so We'll see Refrain from like hard advertising or aggressive advertising really It's just selling on Etsy Has been All right baby doll I'm super looking forward to seeing you and I can't wait to hear your voice today. I love you so so much and you're so pretty. I just oh you know what I didn't wanna say also besides being pretty you're beautiful. Prettiest for you You know what I just realize I'm not gonna get any more after the photos when you are at your prettiest This week that sucks Dammit, I look forward to that But I guess now I get to look forward to seeing your real life after Even better Oh yes, about not having sex right away as much as I definitely do want to have sex right away. I also wanna like see what it's like to hang out with you for a while and You know like have a little date or something and go have a drink and hang out and build up the anticipation in person and see what that's like It'll be fun right away is awesome. Who knows But OK now I'm just rambling I'm hard so I hope you have a great morning and everything goes well with that and I've got fun visiting the rental house today And I'll talk to you soon bye Oh shit almost our record is at 10. A lot of fucking long time. Oh God, all right bullshit oh my God oh fuck Jesus Christ. It's like flying out of dump truck ahead of me if you can hear that, but they're all. Car windshield All right I'ma let you let you have this 9 1/2 inches and continue to work love you. I'll talk to you later bye.
[2026-04-06 08:37:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-06 08:40:00] Sam Willis: Ahem-I sent that thing at 830 my time (not 930) thank you very much.
[2026-04-06 08:40:00] Sam Willis: Layla (the oldest) is having the surgery 😩
[2026-04-06 08:42:00] Sam Willis: My thingie says I slept well. But it is lies. It doesn’t register me as trying to fall asleep until 10 but it was definitely an hour before then and I tossed and turned tossed and turned 😩 And you’re right. Part of it was my fault. But most of it was my anxiety. Mmmmk
[2026-04-06 08:42:00] Sam Willis: lol I love that! When you pass up ppl that drive like fucking bitches
[2026-04-06 08:43:00] Sam Willis: That sucks about Etsy! wtf
[2026-04-06 08:44:00] Sam Willis: Dude I got a cheerio like stuck in my throat, and I am dying
[2026-04-06 08:44:00] Sam Willis: QUIT YAWNING!! Lololol
[2026-04-06 08:45:00] Sam Willis: You should 💯 start a TikTok shop
[2026-04-06 08:45:00] Sam Willis: Definitely the way to go
[2026-04-06 08:45:00] Dave: Love it when you love respond too 😄
[2026-04-06 08:45:00] Dave: Hahaha, omg that’s actually what I’m looking at right now!!
[2026-04-06 08:46:00] Sam Willis: It’s great when I actually get to live respond!
[2026-04-06 08:46:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-04-06 08:46:00] Sam Willis: lol thank you for saying I’m pretty. And beautiful. ❤️
[2026-04-06 08:46:00] Sam Willis: Damnit!! WE ARE IN ABSTINENCE PERIOD!! 😱😱
[2026-04-06 08:47:00] Dave: Ikr?!
[2026-04-06 08:48:00] Sam Willis: So you want to have date night #2 before sex. I’m down. I can’t wait to tease you!!
[2026-04-06 08:49:00] Sam Willis: Jesus! Did your car get hit with rocks?
[2026-04-06 08:49:00] Sam Willis: It did?!?
[2026-04-06 08:49:00] Sam Willis: Also. 9.5 inches. Hehe
[2026-04-06 08:49:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-06 08:49:00] Sam Willis: Probably a bit too much honestly 😂😂
[2026-04-06 08:49:00] Sam Willis: It did?!?
[2026-04-06 08:49:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-04-06 08:50:00] Dave: Yeah. I dont think it did any damage
[2026-04-06 08:50:00] Dave: Thy were pebbles
[2026-04-06 08:50:00] Dave: But it was loud enough to make me cringe
[2026-04-06 08:50:00] Dave: Yeah. I dont think it did any damage
[2026-04-06 08:50:00] Dave: Thy were pebbles
[2026-04-06 08:50:00] Dave: But it was loud enough to make me cringe
[2026-04-06 08:55:00] Sam Willis: How’s work?
[2026-04-06 08:55:00] Dave: It’s ass
[2026-04-06 08:56:00] Sam Willis: My desire to work today is fucking none
[2026-04-06 08:56:00] Dave: And not the good kind, like you have
[2026-04-06 08:56:00] Sam Willis: Mine is saggy 😭😭😭😭
[2026-04-06 08:56:00] Sam Willis: Flattening 😭😭😭😭
[2026-04-06 08:56:00] Sam Willis: Disappearing 😭😭😭
[2026-04-06 08:57:00] Dave: Your ass is amazing 😍
[2026-04-06 08:57:00] Sam Willis: You are just super sweet
[2026-04-06 08:57:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-06 08:57:00] Sam Willis: Mmmm I cannot WAIT to see you naked again 🫠🫠
[2026-04-06 08:58:00] Sam Willis: And feel you
[2026-04-06 08:58:00] Dave: EEEEE!!
[2026-04-06 08:59:00] Dave: I need to wipe this stupid grin off my face hehehe
[2026-04-06 08:59:00] Dave: 😁🤭
[2026-04-06 08:59:00] Sam Willis: Ok how tf am I going to see you, hug you, makeout with you, and NOT rip off your clothes 🥵 fml
[2026-04-06 08:59:00] Sam Willis: OK I’m not making any promises
[2026-04-06 08:59:00] Sam Willis: Heheh
[2026-04-06 09:00:00] Dave: Understandable.
[2026-04-06 09:00:00] Sam Willis: But I’ll try very hard!!
[2026-04-06 09:00:00] Dave: I might be in the same boat 🤭
[2026-04-06 09:01:00] Sam Willis: It’ll be very hott to try to keep it together
[2026-04-06 09:01:00] Dave: That’s what I was thinking 😏
[2026-04-06 09:02:00] Dave: We get each other all hard and wet like, every day… so why not play around with that in person 😈
[2026-04-06 09:03:00] Sam Willis: I’m so wet even thinking about it
[2026-04-06 09:04:00] Dave: Especially now knowing we’ll get it later
[2026-04-06 09:04:00] Sam Willis: Facccckkkk
[2026-04-06 09:04:00] Sam Willis: You’re going to have to stop me
[2026-04-06 09:04:00] Dave: Especially now knowing we’ll get it later
[2026-04-06 09:04:00] Sam Willis: Like when IIIIII tried to stop YOU on crazy night
[2026-04-06 09:04:00] Sam Willis: (That didn’t work) lololol
[2026-04-06 09:04:00] Sam Willis: Facccckkkk
[2026-04-06 09:04:00] Dave: Stop me… from pulling my hand out of your pants?
[2026-04-06 09:05:00] Sam Willis: Hehehehe
[2026-04-06 09:05:00] Sam Willis: Ok AFTER that
[2026-04-06 09:05:00] Sam Willis: I tried to get out of the car
[2026-04-06 09:05:00] Sam Willis: You followed me lol
[2026-04-06 09:05:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-06 09:06:00] Dave: Iirc that was much more of a mutual decision 😈
[2026-04-06 09:06:00] Dave: Hahaha, tried to stop me. Bitch, please
[2026-04-06 09:07:00] Sam Willis: Hahahaha
[2026-04-06 09:07:00] Sam Willis: 🤭🤭🤭
[2026-04-06 09:08:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: OK for real hear me out OK I guess I stopped and I got out of your car physically and you physically got out of your car and circled around the front and was like no no don't leave or like you know Whatever and I was like no we can't. I gotta go upstairs and then you're like I'm gonna go upstairs with you. I'm with you. That's how it happened so fuck off. I did try to stop you know I physically gave space and then you physically closed the space. Bitch
[2026-04-06 09:09:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-04-06 09:09:00] Dave: Hear me out..
[2026-04-06 09:10:00] Dave: Wooooooowwww
[2026-04-06 09:10:00] Dave: Wow
[2026-04-06 09:11:00] Sam Willis: Lmao
[2026-04-06 09:13:00] Dave: Me
[2026-04-06 09:13:00] Dave: You
[2026-04-06 09:13:00] Dave: BEFORE WE EVER GOT OUF OF THE CAR
[2026-04-06 09:13:00] Sam Willis: LIES!!
[2026-04-06 09:14:00] Sam Willis: I was freaking out in the car. And was like no no we can’t. Blah blahhhh
[2026-04-06 09:17:00] Dave: Maybe inside your head… in retrospect… Because there was nothing about that look you gave me when we got in… Nor the grabbing my arm to keep it on your soaking wet pussy… Nor the literal agreement that we were going in… That said “no we can’t” lmaooooo
[2026-04-06 09:26:00] Sam Willis: Lmaooo
[2026-04-06 09:27:00] Sam Willis: Ahem…not keep it “on” my soaking wet pussy. Keep it IN
[2026-04-06 09:27:00] Sam Willis: 🥵🥵
[2026-04-06 09:27:00] Dave: This’ll be good…
[2026-04-06 09:27:00] Sam Willis: Ahem…not keep it “on” my soaking wet pussy. Keep it IN
[2026-04-06 09:27:00] Sam Willis: 🥵🥵
[2026-04-06 09:28:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-06 09:28:00] Sam Willis: I still think about that all the time
[2026-04-06 09:28:00] Dave: Omg it was so hot
[2026-04-06 09:29:00] Sam Willis: I dunno why but like making out, sure. But it wasn’t until you did that that I realized, “oh he wants to fuck me. TONIGHT”
[2026-04-06 09:29:00] Sam Willis: Lmao
[2026-04-06 09:29:00] Dave: THAT’S when you realized??
[2026-04-06 09:29:00] Dave: 🤣
[2026-04-06 09:29:00] Sam Willis: Lmao. I was a bit slow on the uptake
[2026-04-06 09:30:00] Sam Willis: I didn’t know you’d actually want to go through with it!!!
[2026-04-06 09:30:00] Dave: …surpriiiiiiise
[2026-04-06 09:30:00] Sam Willis: LMAOOOO
[2026-04-06 09:31:00] Dave: 🤪
[2026-04-06 09:31:00] Sam Willis: ok when did YOU realize 1. That you wanted to have sex that night?!! And 2. That iiiiii wanted to have sex that night?
[2026-04-06 09:32:00] Sam Willis: OK let me rephrase
[2026-04-06 09:32:00] Sam Willis: Not that we WANTED to have sex. But that we were DEFINITELY going to have sex
[2026-04-06 09:32:00] Dave: Hmmmm
[2026-04-06 09:33:00] Dave: I’m pretty sure both were: the instant our eyes met in the car.
[2026-04-06 09:34:00] Dave: If not then, then a second later when our lips met.
[2026-04-06 09:39:00] Sam Willis: …any regrets since that moment? 🫠
[2026-04-06 09:40:00] Dave: Not. A. Single. One.
[2026-04-06 09:40:00] Dave: You?
[2026-04-06 09:41:00] Sam Willis: Zero
[2026-04-06 09:41:00] Sam Willis: Freak out moments? Yes 😅 but zero regrets
[2026-04-06 09:42:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-04-06 09:42:00] Dave: Totally acceptable 😉
[2026-04-06 09:43:00] Dave: Omg. This is going to be the…. Horniest(?)…. Week ever!
[2026-04-06 09:47:00] Sam Willis: I fucking hope not!! lol
[2026-04-06 09:47:00] Dave: Look how we’ve already started off lol
[2026-04-06 09:48:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I have an idea let's just not talk to each other the entire week until I see you because this will serve two purposes one I won't have to worry about breaking my abstinence and then too. I won't have to worry about wanting to just take your clothes off because I'll be so busy. Talking and getting you up to speed on my whole week that you know, I have a much higher chance of success not having sex cause I'll be too busy telling you stories. I think this is like a win-win but a big lose for not talking to you all week, but like you know, what's the word absence makes the heart grow fonder or some shit
[2026-04-06 09:50:00] Dave: K. See ya Sunday at 2:30.
[2026-04-06 09:50:00] Dave: Byeeeeee
[2026-04-06 09:50:00] Sam Willis: 😱😱
[2026-04-06 09:50:00] Sam Willis: Just like that?!?
[2026-04-06 09:50:00] Dave: Hahaha yeah right
[2026-04-06 09:50:00] Sam Willis: SO EASY FOR YOU?!??
[2026-04-06 09:51:00] Dave: I don’t think I could do it if I wanted to lol
[2026-04-06 09:51:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I just meant to say the longest that we go without talking to each other aside from when we're at sleep at night is two hours except then I realized no it's been longer than two hours. Do you know when it was longer than two hours right after I saw you for secret weekend and you know why that was no it wasn't because you were sick. It's because you ate the rest of the fucking gummy's. And then you were just out for fucking days. OK I really bad about this now. What a freaking punk.
[2026-04-06 09:52:00] Dave: I WAS sick
[2026-04-06 09:52:00] Sam Willis: Lmaoooo
[2026-04-06 09:53:00] Dave: You freakin know I was too
[2026-04-06 09:53:00] Sam Willis: Yes baby. You were. You were very sick
[2026-04-06 09:53:00] Sam Willis: And also very high
[2026-04-06 09:53:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-06 09:54:00] Sam Willis: Hehe
[2026-04-06 09:54:00] Dave: Flawed logic anyway because obviously I’d talk to you MORE when I was high, if it wasn’t for also being sick
[2026-04-06 09:54:00] Sam Willis: Hmmm maybe. But you get sleepy mostly
[2026-04-06 09:54:00] Sam Willis: Bro
[2026-04-06 09:55:00] Sam Willis: Do NOT lose your voice this time
[2026-04-06 09:55:00] Dave: I should be good 👍
[2026-04-06 10:04:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-06 10:06:00] Sam Willis: Shaking like a leaf 😭
[2026-04-06 10:07:00] Dave: Awwwwe, that poor babe
[2026-04-06 10:19:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: OK, gonna voice message a little bit more since When I get home, Christian will be home. I'm sure but. So all I wanna say So we're looking at a couple at least two places tonight maybe three and he's all worried about how like these places expecting to move 1 and he's like that's so fast and I'm like I mean yes except but you do realize that most people whenever they buy a house like they close in 30 days I'm like so this isn't crazy and I said and it's not like you have to be out of here 1 or you have to be 100% in 1, I'm like the nice part is is that you can you? Everything in one hall unlike most moving situation, you know and so we'll see the first place that we're looking at tonight. I'm on a press with it. Is it looks gross like the carpet? Anyway So we'll see but then also oh my God I'm having so much anxiety because I just can. I do lacrosse country. Yes the answer is yes I can but just thinking about all the shit. I have to do all the coordination that takes. I'm just reliving like the stress from when I did it before and like I had Joe doing so much of the stuff too and now it's just me and also driving that far with all my animals. I'm just like super fucking dreading it and I don't know how I'm gonna do it and I know I don't need to think about it right now right now but like I'm obviously thinking about it and also like whenever he moves all of his stuff out and I'm giving him a lot of stuff because I'm like a sucker and then a part of me too was like well. You know Lester me to move blah like my house is gonna seem so empty and I know I'm gonna be ready to get the fuck out of here even faster. And so anyway, I'm just kind of what I'm gonna do is once he's actually moved out and I know for sure like the house is now back to just me then I'm going to ask Steven what like to start looking into what it would take for me to transfer and then If he's like, yeah, it's not happening then it's like the ad of stress of fucking finding another job so it would be very nice not to have to coordinate another job on top of selling and buying a house So this is why I lay awake thinking about all night. It's like I do all this alone. Anyway, the other thing I was gonna say is you should be proud of me for self-control because I almost just to get a fucking cake pop and then I was like you know what 820 in the morning maybe we shouldn't be doing that so I didn't yet anyway the day is young so Yay for now
[2026-04-06 10:24:00] Dave: I think you should just pay a company to pack and move all your shit
[2026-04-06 10:24:00] Dave: And you could have your brother and/or dad come out and help with the dogs
[2026-04-06 10:25:00] Dave: Good job! I’m proud of you for not getting a cake pop 😘
[2026-04-06 10:26:00] Sam Willis: I definitely will. I’ll do a upack. It’s just like coordinating soooo much stuff and getting the timing to line up perfectly
[2026-04-06 10:29:00] Dave: You can do it. And it will be easy because you’re a badass. Think about the other shit you coordinate at work. Movers and shit will be EZ! I know you’re worried about it now, but I also know when the time comes you’ll breeze right through it and be fine 🥰
[2026-04-06 10:31:00] Sam Willis: But but but
[2026-04-06 10:31:00] Sam Willis: So many buts
[2026-04-06 10:31:00] Sam Willis: But I won’t argue
[2026-04-06 10:31:00] Sam Willis: Just suffer silently 😂😂
[2026-04-06 10:31:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-06 10:37:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-06 10:37:00] Sam Willis: wtf 🤦‍♀️
[2026-04-06 10:38:00] Sam Willis: This guy will probably be an arrogant Republican asshole!!
[2026-04-06 10:38:00] Dave: Yeah you need to find your own (female) realtor
[2026-04-06 10:38:00] Dave: Not this fucking prick
[2026-04-06 10:38:00] Sam Willis: And a young single one!
[2026-04-06 10:39:00] Sam Willis: That like…has solid advice!
[2026-04-06 10:39:00] Sam Willis: That knows the struggles!!
[2026-04-06 10:39:00] Dave: 💯
[2026-04-06 10:39:00] Dave: Unless this guy is gay. Then maybe 🤔
[2026-04-06 10:43:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-06 10:43:00] Sam Willis: The FYI! 🤦‍♀️😂
[2026-04-06 10:44:00] Dave: Yeah. Find your own please.
[2026-04-06 10:44:00] Dave: It’s sweet of him to try though
[2026-04-06 10:44:00] Dave: 😇
[2026-04-06 10:45:00] Sam Willis: I will look into him. I also need to see which town is more republican.
[2026-04-06 10:45:00] Sam Willis: Lmao I sound like Christian
[2026-04-06 10:45:00] Sam Willis: I’m not that bad
[2026-04-06 10:45:00] Sam Willis: But also. I was scrolling Reddit last night
[2026-04-06 10:45:00] Dave: No it’s a valid things to consider
[2026-04-06 10:45:00] Sam Willis: About the two towns. And there were multiple posts about this Mothers for Liberty group
[2026-04-06 10:45:00] Sam Willis: Which I think is like Christian crazies
[2026-04-06 10:46:00] Dave: Yep, sounds like it
[2026-04-06 10:46:00] Dave: “For liberty”… EXCEPT YOUR RIGHT TO CHOOSE WHAT HAPPENS INSIDE YOUR OWN BODY
[2026-04-06 10:47:00] Dave: Which is like, literally the opposite of liberty 🤨
[2026-04-06 11:03:00] Sam Willis: Oh!
[2026-04-06 11:03:00] Sam Willis: This thingy…
[2026-04-06 11:03:00] Sam Willis: The IG reel I sent last night
[2026-04-06 11:04:00] Sam Willis: The point is, they think they’re being discreet and no one knows. Yet everyone can fucking tell
[2026-04-06 11:04:00] Sam Willis: Bc even watching them eat lunch together, it’s clearly more than just coworkers
[2026-04-06 11:04:00] Sam Willis: EVERYONE KNOWS
[2026-04-06 11:04:00] Dave: Gotcha
[2026-04-06 11:05:00] Dave: I thought that was it but then they also looked pretty normal in the video
[2026-04-06 11:32:00] Sam Willis: Today is going to be WW3 between Christian and Quinn. A pill debacle.
[2026-04-06 11:32:00] Dave: Explain
[2026-04-06 11:33:00] Sam Willis: Christian took Quinn to the dr last week. Sinus infection. Got a weeks worth of meds. Take twice a day. Quinn then went to his moms. Christian reminded him every 12 hrs to take the meds. Bc antibiotics if you miss, then they basically stop working.
[2026-04-06 11:33:00] Sam Willis: Quinn says yes I’ve been taking them
[2026-04-06 11:34:00] Sam Willis: Last night he even said, I’m not a child
[2026-04-06 11:34:00] Sam Willis: Well then also last night, he said oh well they aren’t here. I forgot them
[2026-04-06 11:34:00] Sam Willis: So he didn’t take any all day yesterday
[2026-04-06 11:34:00] Sam Willis: So then this morning, they’s to pick them up
[2026-04-06 11:35:00] Sam Willis: Quinn says “they aren’t here. They must be somewhere at your house”
[2026-04-06 11:35:00] Sam Willis: So it’s not even about the pills. It’s about how he’s a dumb irresponsible child and just makes shit up
[2026-04-06 11:35:00] Sam Willis: So Christian is livid lol. And I laugh but it’s actually not going to be fun at all
[2026-04-06 11:36:00] Dave: Are they with you tonight?
[2026-04-06 11:37:00] Dave: And it’s still unknown where the pills actually are, or if he’s been taking them?
[2026-04-06 11:56:00] Sam Willis: Correct on all
[2026-04-06 11:56:00] Sam Willis: Christian gets more upset that Quinn lies to him about stupid shit (if he’s lieing)
[2026-04-06 11:57:00] Dave: Yeah, that’s annoying for sure
[2026-04-06 11:57:00] Sam Willis: Bc then he can’t trust him with any of the big shit. And he’s like and he wants a car?!? Yet he can’t even do a simple thing of taking medicine.
[2026-04-06 11:58:00] Sam Willis: So Christian got home from the gym and immediately looked in Quinn’s room and bathroom for the meds. Can’t find them. So when he picks Quinn up from school, he’s taking him BACK to his moms to look for them again
[2026-04-06 11:58:00] Sam Willis: Ay yi yi
[2026-04-06 11:59:00] Sam Willis: Christian keeps calling Quinn a fuckwit. Not to his face. But to me lol
[2026-04-06 11:59:00] Dave: So there will be anger and yelling before you have to go look at places with him?
[2026-04-06 11:59:00] Dave: Fun
[2026-04-06 11:59:00] Sam Willis: Yupppp
[2026-04-06 12:00:00] Sam Willis: Oh and I have a guy coming to the house at 130 to give me an estimate on something for the pool and that’s rightttt about the time they’ll be getting home. Yay meeeee
[2026-04-06 12:00:00] Dave: Ugh
[2026-04-06 12:01:00] Dave: And I don’t imagine Christian gaf who is around lol
[2026-04-06 12:04:00] Sam Willis: He can’t control his anger when he’s at that point so no, he doesn’t
[2026-04-06 12:05:00] Sam Willis: So yea, I definitely won’t miss having to deal with this
[2026-04-06 12:14:00] Sam Willis: I love Maria white but she drives me INSANE
[2026-04-06 12:14:00] Sam Willis: Is this how you feel talking to me?? That I unload every single thought I have in broken up form?? I’m losing my mind
[2026-04-06 12:15:00] Dave: lol, no
[2026-04-06 12:15:00] Dave: Ofc not
[2026-04-06 12:15:00] Dave: I’ve never really talked to her
[2026-04-06 12:16:00] Dave: But I guess I have enough to know what you mean
[2026-04-06 12:17:00] Sam Willis: It hurts my brain
[2026-04-06 12:18:00] Dave: Is she in Phoenix? Or do you talk to her in teams?
[2026-04-06 12:21:00] Sam Willis: She’s in Phoenix but she WFH bc she’d have like a 2 hr drive
[2026-04-06 12:21:00] Sam Willis: Plus she’s had complaints against her in the office bc she talks SO LOUDLY
[2026-04-06 12:21:00] Sam Willis: she also gets super anxious
[2026-04-06 12:21:00] Sam Willis: And also allegedly is allergic to the smell of perfumes and cologne
[2026-04-06 12:22:00] Sam Willis: She literally would have her calls on speaker phone
[2026-04-06 12:22:00] Sam Willis: At a cube
[2026-04-06 12:22:00] Dave: Ugh
[2026-04-06 12:23:00] Dave: I was gonna complain about how she gets to wfh for that bullshit but changed my mind because it’s probably in everyone’s best interest
[2026-04-06 12:24:00] Sam Willis: It 1000000% is
[2026-04-06 12:28:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: This is literally a teams message. I just got from her I said. I basically was asking her if she's gonna make this change, she was talking about and her responses. No, no I just made that up… Spit balling on what to do. I think the solution is getting answers and providing last-minute changes to the text… I just found a Girl Scout cookie on my keyboard… That's where it went. I thought I had one more thin mint that day too! Four? Marks in parentheses seriously – I am totally serious. We went from talking about making edits to a document to how she just found a Girl Scout cookie under my keyboard or her keyboard Help the funny part is is like this is gonna be me one day. This is 100% gonna be me and I'm gonna drive everybody insane dammit
[2026-04-06 12:30:00] Dave: What the fuuuuck
[2026-04-06 12:31:00] Dave: The worst part is the format. Like if that was in 2 complete sentences without all the …’s and ?!?’s it would’ve been totally done
[2026-04-06 12:33:00] Sam Willis: lol my brother had to take 4 insurance exams today for his new job, and he just texted this pic and said “Me slowly losing my will to live as I took my exams” LOL from a big smile to dead inside
[2026-04-06 12:33:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-06 12:34:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-06 12:34:00] Dave: That’s hilarious
[2026-04-06 12:34:00] Dave: Were those “series x” exams?
[2026-04-06 12:35:00] Dave: Or whatever?
[2026-04-06 12:35:00] Sam Willis: I don’t think he’s at those yet. Those are coming.
[2026-04-06 12:40:00] Dave: Ahh ok. Ik at TDA they had a big room where they trained new hires for like 30+ days for one of those tests. I assume the main advisor test? Series 7? 🤔… idk. But I do know whatever it was was hard af. People would be crying in the hallway after a few weeks. The room had i giant glass wall on the man hallway where literally everybody walked by. Me and Ward stared in there every day on our wellness program and noticed empty seats opening end. They’d start it with groups of 30-40.
[2026-04-06 12:41:00] Sam Willis: Damnnnn
[2026-04-06 12:43:00] Sam Willis: I just asked and he says he has to get FINRA Series 7 and FINRA Series 66
[2026-04-06 12:51:00] Sam Willis: I was going to say-you should have AI make song lyrics about us or something. But that definitely wouldn’t be work appropriate. Hehe
[2026-04-06 12:52:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-06 12:52:00] Dave: No kidding
[2026-04-06 13:00:00] Sam Willis: I can’t stop snacking. SO MANY SNACKS TODAY! I’ve already had cereal, yogurt, a granola bar, string cheese, and now peanut butter toast. It’s 11!
[2026-04-06 13:02:00] Dave: Those are pretty good snacks though
[2026-04-06 13:02:00] Dave: At least it isn’t like cookies and ice cream lol
[2026-04-06 13:04:00] Sam Willis: Yummmmm
[2026-04-06 13:04:00] Sam Willis: Yet anyway. Hehehe
[2026-04-06 13:26:00] Sam Willis: Layla’s surgery is going to cost about 2 grand. Fml
[2026-04-06 13:27:00] Dave: Oof
[2026-04-06 13:27:00] Dave: Are they taking all her teeth out?
[2026-04-06 13:28:00] Sam Willis: God I hope not. TBD once they get in there
[2026-04-06 13:28:00] Dave: Oh ok
[2026-04-06 13:31:00] Sam Willis: I am feeling sooo anxious/on edge for some reason. Like leg shaking at my desk anxious 🙄🙄 it’s so annoying. Maybe it’s bc it’s cloudy outside.
[2026-04-06 13:32:00] Dave: Because it’s cloudy?
[2026-04-06 13:33:00] Dave: Maybe it’s Layla?
[2026-04-06 13:33:00] Dave: Or anticipating the coming battle
[2026-04-06 13:35:00] Sam Willis: No I think it’s more than that. Future related. But I don’t know exactly what
[2026-04-06 13:35:00] Sam Willis: It might be about the dogs. Sigh
[2026-04-06 13:35:00] Sam Willis: It might be about money
[2026-04-06 13:43:00] Dave: What about money? You’re set to retire when you’re like, 40 or whatever 🙄…
[2026-04-06 13:45:00] Dave: Yeah, probably just everything. Moving, and everything that goes along with it, which you just expressed anxiety about this morning. The cost of the surgery probably just has money on your mind too. Add everything with Christian and the kids.. Being homesick
[2026-04-06 13:45:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-06 13:45:00] Dave: Yeah, probably just everything. Moving, and everything that goes along with it, which you just expressed anxiety about this morning. The cost of the surgery probably just has money on your mind too. Add everything with Christian and the kids.. Being homesick
[2026-04-06 13:45:00] Sam Willis: I’m not super liquid!!
[2026-04-06 13:50:00] Sam Willis: Soooooo
[2026-04-06 13:51:00] Sam Willis: Can I pretty please with a cherry on top get a free pass to break my abstinence just this ONE time!! ☺️☺️
[2026-04-06 13:51:00] Sam Willis: While I have a BRIEF break 😜
[2026-04-06 13:51:00] Dave: 🤔
[2026-04-06 13:51:00] Sam Willis: The answer is yes
[2026-04-06 13:52:00] Dave: 🤔
[2026-04-06 13:53:00] Dave: Yes. IF… the afterglow photo is risqué 😈
[2026-04-06 13:53:00] Sam Willis: But I look terrible today!!!
[2026-04-06 13:53:00] Dave: You always look amazing
[2026-04-06 14:08:00] Sam Willis: Ok, one risqué photo coming up…🤭
[2026-04-06 14:08:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-06 14:09:00] Sam Willis: And I feel better now. Thank you ❤️
[2026-04-06 14:09:00] Dave: YESSSSSS!! Thank you!
[2026-04-06 14:10:00] Dave: Holeeeeee 🥵
[2026-04-06 14:10:00] Sam Willis: I gotta type to get that off my screen
[2026-04-06 14:10:00] Dave: I can’t not wait to get my face all up in that pussy!!
[2026-04-06 14:10:00] Sam Willis: Ummm, iiiii cannot wait!!!
[2026-04-06 14:10:00] Sam Willis: Good Lawd
[2026-04-06 14:10:00] Dave: Send a regular afterglow too then 😘
[2026-04-06 14:10:00] Sam Willis: Ummm, iiiii cannot wait!!!
[2026-04-06 14:12:00] Dave: I fucking looooove your labia 🤤🤤🤤
[2026-04-06 14:12:00] Sam Willis: I’m already back at my desk but here you go. Turd. Geesh the things you make me dooooo
[2026-04-06 14:13:00] Dave: You’re the best baby
[2026-04-06 14:13:00] Dave: And so gorgeous 😍😍😍
[2026-04-06 14:14:00] Dave: Hahaha, omg that wasn’t even a 20 min round trip 😳
[2026-04-06 14:14:00] Sam Willis: I don’t mess around lol
[2026-04-06 14:14:00] Sam Willis: I don’t mess around lol
[2026-04-06 14:14:00] Dave: You’re still flushed 🥰
[2026-04-06 14:14:00] Sam Willis: I told you. Me and my vibe are locked in. ❤️
[2026-04-06 14:14:00] Sam Willis: I’m still out of breath
[2026-04-06 14:15:00] Sam Willis: Abstinence fail lol
[2026-04-06 14:16:00] Dave: That’s ok sweetie. You needed it 😘
[2026-04-06 14:16:00] Dave: That’s ok sweetie. You needed it 😘
[2026-04-06 14:17:00] Dave: And you went all in on the afterglow 🥵… I used the word “risqué” to give you leeway but you were like, noooope, here’s my pussy!!
[2026-04-06 14:18:00] Sam Willis: LMAOOOOO
[2026-04-06 14:18:00] Sam Willis: I literally just cracked up laughing
[2026-04-06 14:18:00] Sam Willis: Lmaooooo
[2026-04-06 14:18:00] Dave: Hehehehe
[2026-04-06 14:19:00] Sam Willis: Yea I thought about that but I was like meh, what am I gonna send? A pic of my tiny boobs? You’ve already got a pic of my shingles ass. I’m just going all in 😂
[2026-04-06 14:19:00] Sam Willis: lol so were you surprised? 😂😂
[2026-04-06 14:19:00] Sam Willis: 😂😂😂😂😂😂
[2026-04-06 14:20:00] Sam Willis: Wish I could have seen your face
[2026-04-06 14:20:00] Sam Willis: lol. Sorry baby
[2026-04-06 14:20:00] Dave: Sorry??
[2026-04-06 14:21:00] Dave: No you exceeded expectations lol
[2026-04-06 14:21:00] Sam Willis: For the pussy right up in your face 😂
[2026-04-06 14:21:00] Dave: That’s is never something to be sorry about 🤨🫵
[2026-04-06 14:22:00] Dave: Boobs would’ve been acceptable, even just pressing them together and licking your finger or something like that… So you blew it out of the water.
[2026-04-06 14:23:00] Dave: But now that you’ve set the standard, additional exceptions are going to cost to considerably more 😈
[2026-04-06 14:26:00] Sam Willis: No no
[2026-04-06 14:26:00] Sam Willis: I’ve already paid for like 3 exceptions
[2026-04-06 14:26:00] Dave: Whoa whoa whoa
[2026-04-06 14:27:00] Dave: I don’t think so ma’am
[2026-04-06 14:27:00] Sam Willis: You heard me
[2026-04-06 15:05:00] Sam Willis: Brian invited me to come stay in his barn/apartment thingy
[2026-04-06 15:06:00] Dave: lol
[2026-04-06 15:06:00] Dave: That’s not creepy at all
[2026-04-06 15:06:00] Sam Willis: Soooo cringe
[2026-04-06 15:15:00] Sam Willis: How’s your day going?
[2026-04-06 15:16:00] Dave: Ngl, I can’t think about anything besides your beautiful pussy.
[2026-04-06 15:16:00] Dave: So it’s going great!
[2026-04-06 15:17:00] Sam Willis: Shut up lolol
[2026-04-06 15:17:00] Sam Willis: Shut up lolol
[2026-04-06 15:17:00] Dave: lol, you think I’m kidding…
[2026-04-06 15:18:00] Dave: I’ve been trying to work on my website, and some other boring shit. Nope. Sam pussy.
[2026-04-06 15:18:00] Dave: 😍🤤😍
[2026-04-06 15:18:00] Sam Willis: You didn’t save that picture did you!!??
[2026-04-06 15:18:00] Dave: Ofc I did
[2026-04-06 15:18:00] Sam Willis: you did not!!!!
[2026-04-06 15:19:00] Dave: Don’t worry, it’s locked away with the rest of them 😉
[2026-04-06 15:20:00] Dave: And it stays in our txts anyway
[2026-04-06 15:20:00] Sam Willis: What rest of them?!?
[2026-04-06 15:20:00] Dave: And it stays in our txts anyway
[2026-04-06 15:20:00] Dave: Your afterglow photos
[2026-04-06 15:25:00] Sam Willis: Omg!! You weren’t kidding!!!
[2026-04-06 15:26:00] Sam Willis: Oh man I look rough in some of these. Ewwww
[2026-04-06 15:26:00] Dave: You look amazing in every single one babydoll 😍
[2026-04-06 15:28:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-06 15:28:00] Dave: You’re beautiful, and I love you 😘💕
[2026-04-06 15:29:00] Sam Willis: Awww and you are handsome and I love YOU!!
[2026-04-06 15:55:00] Sam Willis: I am highly annoyed bc this pool guy was supposed to be here 30 min ago
[2026-04-06 15:55:00] Sam Willis: 😡😡😡
[2026-04-06 15:56:00] Dave: Grrrrr
[2026-04-06 15:58:00] Dave: Did Christian and that guy get home yet?
[2026-04-06 15:58:00] Sam Willis: That guy 😂
[2026-04-06 15:58:00] Dave: Sorry I’m totally blanking on his sons name
[2026-04-06 15:58:00] Sam Willis: Yes and left again for a dentist appt
[2026-04-06 15:58:00] Sam Willis: Quinn
[2026-04-06 15:59:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Quinn found his pills in his backpack that he had on in the whole time so anyway I believe they got into an argument and now they're just not speaking to each other, but at least it's not World War III in the house at the moment Both are gone And yeah, why am I just not like feeling anything today? It's like I'm over everybody like I don't wanna talk to any of them when they come home. I don't know man and I don't wanna work at all. I am on the bus.
[2026-04-06 16:07:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Oh Jesus Christ, I'm sorry diesel Pete I am not really feeling it either. Apparently I was just this is like my third time trying to send this message because the first time I like to clear my throat and second time I had. It was yawning, and then the third time ever said Walked up to tell me he was leaving So yeah Yeah, maybe it's just because we're within a meet a week of naked rendezvous That everything that isn't that just sucks we all wanna do it cause I'm like kind of feeling That time Yeah, I don't feel like fucking with anything. I was thinking about maybe going and laying down in bed you say that cause I don't one of the other recordings fuck I don't know sick about watching YouTube for the rest of the evening. I may have said that in this recording already sorry if I did I don't know. Yeah So yeah, I feel you And God I gotta say just in real voice that I love your pussy pic that was the most fantastic surprise. I've had in a while, but I hope you had a good little session, even though it was quick. And as always, your normal afterglow photo was amazing. You're just amazing. Every single part of you is absolutely gorgeous and I can't wait to. Touching Rob and kiss all those parts especially your lips Which ones is he talking about?
[2026-04-06 16:09:00] Sam Willis: Hehehe
[2026-04-06 16:09:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Actually, I was just sitting here Thinking about Filing an LLC and Buying flesh wholesale to sell on my site because apparently there's a like 40 to 50% markup on them. I don't know how many I would have to buy like upfront or how that works exactly but I found the wholesale distributors that work with small businesses and stuff so But I can't like I can't register with them until I have like a tax ID and some other shit I don't know, but so I think I got Start a LLC and then register that to get a tax ID so I'm fucking just bored that's probably my problem is I've been sitting here reading this bullshit and I'm also kind of splitting my attention between that and working on SCO for my site to get in the Google search Stuff since Etsy's being a fucking douche bag about, let me list my product So yeah, there's I got a bunch of dumb shit. I gotta do on my site too. I've got like extra pages laying around but from other iterations that are just hidden, but apparently they're coming up with SCO suggestions and it's just such a fucking. It's annoying So which that makes me think that I might just restructure cause my whole idea with my site was to keep it like Kind of low-key not a fucking sex toy distribution site but like having about page in a contact page and stuff but all of that's kind of fucking up traffic I guess so I think I might just do like a subdomain like Flashlight adapters.DC 3-D design or something and just like have that be the main page of just like a store page I think that might be easiest, but I don't know I don't know and you probably don't know or care that means but that's what I'm doing so kill me
[2026-04-06 16:12:00] Sam Willis: Do it!!
[2026-04-06 16:14:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Well, I'm stuck at the part where I need a registered agent and I don't know and there's some other couple little things that I don't know exactly what they are that I need to do and I mean, I know what I think I know what a registered agent is And I have like you saw my return address on the shipping labels like I have like a mailbox that isn't my house like my home address that I pay for at one of those like packing and shipping places right up the street and I'm not sure if they Act as a registered agent there or whatever but like I can have shit sent there like business mail and shit can go there, but like I can't remember how to log into I can't remember like what the service they use is called for me to log into so I can't check and I've got like 1 billion passwords in my last pass so I can't just sort through it Pathetic and I went on their site which is total garbage and it doesn't have like a link to it or whatever so I got like next time I go there drop off packages. I guess I gotta ask him so that's where I'm out on LLC like a fucking idiot.
[2026-04-06 16:16:00] Sam Willis: Yea I got nothing on this stuff. You are much smarter than I am baby 😂
[2026-04-06 16:16:00] Sam Willis: I was going to say, check the site 😂
[2026-04-06 16:18:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I just texted the guy who was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago and I said hey I have to leave for an appointment at 2:30. I said so we're gonna need to reschedule and he's like I messaged you a couple hours ago that I would need to reschedule tomorrow and I'm like that that's weird. I said I never got it and then he sends a screenshot of. The text and below it it says not delivered Yeah, never got it but anyway whatever so I gotta see if Christian will deal with it tomorrow since I cannot be here so but I'm gonna go pick up poor little Layla so I gotta go get her some soft food from somewhere Well, not from somewhere from the store, but Yeah, anyway all my baby girl and then we're gonna see how much this shit fucking cost. God dammit suck and what's such bullshit if I literally just pulled out some cash that was staying in my brokerage account I don't even know I do not know where it came from. But I just pulled it out on Friday to set aside for this fucking pool repair shit and now it's gonna have to go to this so annoying
[2026-04-06 16:19:00] Sam Willis: You don’t need an llc for the TikTok shop right? Or are you wanting to avoid TikTok altogether now lol
[2026-04-06 16:26:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Also If you pay for the Schwab legal thing as part of your benefits, you can just use them and I'm sure it should be easy Peezy lemon squeezy maybe to do all the things. I don't know. I've paid for them for two years and haven't used them at all but Maybe one day
[2026-04-06 16:26:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Let me know how your four babies doing I hope she's fine. Hope they give her she's still all drugged up. That's always hilarious. Yeah, I guess you're just gonna give her some regular Like wet dog food like from the cans or whatever it's so gross Yeah, but I hope she's OK. Poor thing. And Yeah, that poor guy sounds like a retard and so I don't actually need an LLC for any of this. I don't think I mean I know that I don't, but I need like I can be assault proprietor, but I need a tax ID for the wholesale thing. Like right now, I'm just I'm not paying taxes this shit. I'm just selling it. So if I like, want to like grow the business any, then I probably should just do the LLC and get a tax ID under that rather than cause that keeps my name name like out of it completely which I would rather just not have my name On it plus it makes you Seem more credible to like you know, wholesalers, and Third parties and providers and whatever And you can get business like a business bank account like with it so that's the whole thing with the LLC mainly just keep my name off of it And yeah, I think I still am thinking about doing the TikTok thing and IG saying But it really the first step in that I think is Getting my my website together And make sure it's ready to go and right now it's a mess like I said so we'll see. I'm probably not gonna do any of this shit I'm just gonna let it go. Cause I have every time I go to do it I'm really just like It's pretty uninteresting I guess it's like not my thing right now I've also completely lost interest and soft copy. I don't know. I don't know if you've thought about that recently, but I have not like. Bad that fucking first Like ounce of initiative to work on it or even like run it to do the things Got up pathetic Yeah, anyway, let me know how Layla's doing
[2026-04-06 16:26:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Oh, I don't know what that is. I don't think I pay for that and speaking of using Schwab for things. These motherfuckers never did email me back about the financial counseling. Maybe they looked at my goal who is this guy?
[2026-04-06 16:27:00] Sam Willis: The bad thing about her being all drugged up is she’s 85 lbs so if I have to lift her in and out, that sucks
[2026-04-06 16:27:00] Sam Willis: Broooo I was gonna ask you about the tax stuff 😂
[2026-04-06 16:27:00] Sam Willis: Sigh
[2026-04-06 16:27:00] Dave: Shhhh
[2026-04-06 16:28:00] Dave: Good thing you’ve been working out 💪
[2026-04-06 16:28:00] Sam Willis: Why would I even be surprised, knowing you lol
[2026-04-06 16:28:00] Dave: Good thing you’ve been working out 💪
[2026-04-06 16:28:00] Sam Willis: But you would be able to write so many expenses off
[2026-04-06 16:28:00] Dave: Pffft
[2026-04-06 16:28:00] Dave: Like what?
[2026-04-06 16:29:00] Dave: People say that shit, but I haven’t been able to see it
[2026-04-06 16:29:00] Dave: Skeptical
[2026-04-06 16:33:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Give the financial people a minute they better get back to you. I'm gonna be pissed anyway. Oh my God like why did I temporarily forget about soft puppy that's crazy I haven't looked at it. It's probably honestly only been like a week maybe two weeks but it seems so long also. The scorecard also The little card from Instagram I know we had a lot going on OK Our mind has been elsewhere I love how yeah you just get to a point where you hit a wall and you're like yeah I don't wanna do this anymore so yeah I remember you talking about your website and stuff When I met you in person in 2024 so and then to you were what was surely after that you were like yeah I don't know. I don't wanna do 3-D printing anymore and then you must've found the whole flashlight stuff. At some point after that but like just general 3-D printing, you like totally just I'm done In your typical fashion is adorable, but also the shit that you can write off for your business well first off you can bring off things that are actually personal expenses, but could seem related but like all of your stuff you buy for the printing you write that off I don't know, man right off your damn electricity or some shit because you know you gotta use it to like power the printer I don't fucking know if you get clever it's all I gotta say What are you skeptical about? Trust me you can yeah I'm so fucking growing up with my parents and having. Them having their gyms they wrote off like our fucking vacations to Mexico like they were able to tie it into the business. Somehow mom wrote off everything maybe tax loss changed quite a bit since then but but it's a thing I think Joe has that Joe has an LLC too for his music and he also. Writes off of shit and he's thinking about getting a separate car just to drive around all of his gigs and like that's a total tax write off as well. I know there's lots of things she can do.
[2026-04-06 16:39:00] Dave: Yeah, I’ve thought about scorecard. But I’ve thought about the conversation topics more! I’ve actually been meaning to remind you.
[2026-04-06 16:43:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: So like what does that even mean like writing it off like I mean I get like I get what it is but like Do you You have to pay less taxes, right like If you like if I sell $2000 worth of stuff, then I have to pay say $100 worth of taxes at the end of the year And I wrote off the cost of my printing supply flyers, which say it's $100 it will say it's $200 Like does that mean they give me $50 or I don't just don't have to pay that hundred dollars or it's just like a percentage of the amount like I have never understood that unless it's a big company that's like making a lot of money like I get that and the other reason is because like I've tried to admire my personal taxes and it's never come out better like there's never been anything that I can like Right off I don't know. I don't know whatever. But yeah, yeah I'm skeptical about whether that's even for real but I mean I know it is like I mean I know people that say they write shit off too. I just don't know how it works. Yeah, so I did get all into the website when everybody was all about those stupid spiral things that I like what I sent you And Like people are selling those ass over Tico on TikTok shops or whatever So I started thinking about trying to sell 3-D print toy stuff and that's where I was like that you're talking about I think in 2024 where I started that made the site and then just got sick of it Because like selling shit for eight dollars a pop is just like it's not even worth it I don't know, but Yeah, I guess I did get tired of 3-D printing a little bit Now it's kind of like they know what they are like. I don't I'm just constantly printing fucking flashlight adapters like 24 seven that's what's being printed. Except like every now and then I'll have something I want to print for myself so I gotta work that in somewhere So yeah, I don't know What else is there anything else? I don't know probably but that's good.
[2026-04-06 16:52:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: So yeah, like the 3-D printing like the toy stuff ass hold on Layla slam on my brakes. She had to get four teeth way her teeth are looking so yellow OK anyway. OK that toy stuff 3-D printing like I feel like the only way that makes sense to sell is to really do like your local farmers markets and stuff and not worry about like shipping them because yeah I mean paying the ship like it's in the ass ship something cost eight dollars you know but like farmers market is really kind of where that's at There's 3-D printing people around here and all the farmers markets too So A few things off, that means OK let's say you made $100 a year in your revenue but then you can offset that taxable expenses related to the business so let's say you have $50 and expenses now you're only paying tax on $50 instead of the full 100. I don't think you can write off more than your revenue. Actually I'm almost like positive you can't I believe anyway Honestly, like I don't know if your annual amount that you're making on this is enough at this point to even like fuck with the taxes but if you're gonna scale up then, yeah probably does make sense off it just means you're you have expenses that you can subtract against your income to pay less taxes in on your income. Basically it's so different than the itemized deductions for your individual taxes. Which you and Juliet I'm assuming file together you also have two kids that you're able to claim so like your standard deductions probably pretty fucking good and you probably don't have enough itemized deductions to make it worth it so therefore you probably just do the standard deduction but like me I don't have any kids and luckily the fucking Tax law has been semi decent and I've been able to write off like all my fucking charitable expenses and My fucking real estate taxes like a property taxes and I used to be able to write off Like the interest on my home loan or something I don't know every year. It goes down the fucking shit that I can write off so anyway I have an item.
[2026-04-06 16:52:00] Sam Willis: It cut me off but you get the gist
[2026-04-06 16:56:00] Dave: Ok, yeah that’s what I thought. I’m not sure I even CAN scale up enough to make it worth it.
[2026-04-06 16:59:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: So technically, I think If your net earnings are like $500 or something which that that you know what that means so I don't even know maybe yours isn't even time you really to do how much you spend on supplies and stuff but anyway technically I think if it's like $500 you're supposed to be filing self-employment Income type stuff, but me fuck it
[2026-04-06 17:02:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Dude, speaking of fucking disgusting ass soft dog food so I God this is so fucking gross from 2024. I believe I've had that fucking long. And I just looked and it doesn't expire until August 2027 is beef with garden vegetables and I'm about to give some to her now and I am scared Just just thinking about the smell, I don't know if I can
[2026-04-06 17:03:00] Dave: Hahaha, yeah I remember giving the cats soft food for a while and I never got used to the it
[2026-04-06 17:05:00] Sam Willis: She practically inhaled it lol
[2026-04-06 17:09:00] Sam Willis: She looked very over it 😂
[2026-04-06 17:09:00] Sam Willis: She doesn’t seem all drugged up so that’s good
[2026-04-06 17:11:00] Dave: What a good gurl
[2026-04-06 17:12:00] Dave: Glad she only lost 4. That’s not too bad right?
[2026-04-06 17:12:00] Sam Willis: Heck if I know🤷‍♀️ still 2 grand lol
[2026-04-06 17:13:00] Sam Willis: Bad enough!
[2026-04-06 18:44:00] Sam Willis: Yuppp it’s ME!
[2026-04-06 18:54:00] Dave: It’s what makes you a great auditor… aaaaaand a fucking basketcase
[2026-04-06 18:55:00] Dave: 🤪😘
[2026-04-06 19:05:00] Dave: WTF
[2026-04-06 19:06:00] Dave: WE DIDN’T CHECK IN!!
[2026-04-06 19:07:00] Dave: And we’re even talked about missing some of our things 🤦‍♂️
[2026-04-06 19:08:00] Dave: But this is the first time since we established WAA that we’ve missed Monday check in
[2026-04-06 19:15:00] Sam Willis: Ahhhh!
[2026-04-06 19:15:00] Sam Willis: Fackkkk
[2026-04-06 19:16:00] Dave: We can skip conversation cards lol, but we can’t be neglecting check ins
[2026-04-06 19:28:00] Sam Willis: Well we can check in tomorrow!
[2026-04-06 19:46:00] Dave: How many kilowatts hours (kWh) do you use per week (or month)?
[2026-04-06 19:46:00] Dave: That’s electricity
[2026-04-06 19:46:00] Dave: Your energy bill should say.
[2026-04-06 19:47:00] Sam Willis: Gimme a min. Wrapping up house looking
[2026-04-06 19:47:00] Dave: Whenever you get a chance
[2026-04-06 19:53:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-06 19:53:00] Sam Willis: This was for March
[2026-04-06 20:16:00] Dave: Pretty close
[2026-04-06 20:20:00] Dave: How’d the house hunting go?
[2026-04-06 20:29:00] Sam Willis: What temps do you keep the house at typically?
[2026-04-06 20:30:00] Sam Willis: Good. He liked both. Second one was definitely better though so he’s going to put in an app. Just still leery of the upfront costs
[2026-04-06 20:30:00] Sam Willis: Basically first and last months rent, app fee, and “admin fees” so like $4k or more on day 1 so he doesn’t love that
[2026-04-06 20:30:00] Sam Willis: Also has to get a washer and dryer. Hopefully he can find a set on OfferUp for like $500 or less
[2026-04-06 20:30:00] Sam Willis: Good. He liked both. Second one was definitely better though so he’s going to put in an app. Just still leery of the upfront costs
[2026-04-06 20:30:00] Sam Willis: Basically first and last months rent, app fee, and “admin fees” so like $4k or more on day 1 so he doesn’t love that
[2026-04-06 20:30:00] Sam Willis: Also has to get a washer and dryer. Hopefully he can find a set on OfferUp for like $500 or less
[2026-04-06 20:35:00] Dave: Oh good!
[2026-04-06 20:36:00] Dave: Does he have $4k?
[2026-04-06 20:41:00] Sam Willis: Negative
[2026-04-06 20:41:00] Sam Willis: Sigh
[2026-04-06 20:41:00] Sam Willis: Maybe they have wiggle room though to divide the security deposit over a couple months though
[2026-04-06 20:41:00] Dave: Are you going to give him money 🤨
[2026-04-06 20:42:00] Dave: And how long will it take him to get 4k
[2026-04-06 20:42:00] Dave: Lol… DECEMBER?
[2026-04-06 20:53:00] Sam Willis: I mean…I don’t want to or think I SHOULD. I’m literally giving him lots of stuff from the house already.
[2026-04-06 20:53:00] Sam Willis: I mean…I don’t want to or think I SHOULD. I’m literally giving him lots of stuff from the house already.
[2026-04-06 20:54:00] Dave: Idk…
[2026-04-06 20:54:00] Dave: I mean, it’s the least you could do though right?
[2026-04-06 20:54:00] Sam Willis: You think I should give him money so he can move out???
[2026-04-06 20:54:00] Dave: K I D D I N G
[2026-04-06 20:55:00] Sam Willis: I was literally mad at you
[2026-04-06 20:55:00] Sam Willis: My blood pressure was rising
[2026-04-06 20:55:00] Sam Willis: I was like, the fucking AUDACITY of this guy to say that to me
[2026-04-06 20:55:00] Sam Willis: 🤬🤬🤬🤬
[2026-04-06 20:55:00] Dave: lmaolmaolmao
[2026-04-06 20:55:00] Dave: Fuck no
[2026-04-06 20:56:00] Sam Willis: Asshole lol
[2026-04-06 20:56:00] Dave: Sorry, my keyboard bugged out for a minute and I couldn't type
[2026-04-06 20:56:00] Sam Willis: Such a punk
[2026-04-06 20:56:00] Dave: Yeah, definitely don't give him money lol
[2026-04-06 20:57:00] Dave: I honestly thought you'd see right through that and KNOW I was breaking your balls
[2026-04-06 20:58:00] Dave: Does this count as our first fight???
[2026-04-06 20:58:00] Dave: Does this count as our first fight???
[2026-04-06 20:58:00] Dave: Even though it was eroneous
[2026-04-06 21:05:00] Sam Willis: Nah. My anger vanished 😜
[2026-04-06 21:05:00] Sam Willis: I mean, I thought. I HOPED. but then I was like well maybe he’s telling me I need to do whatever I can to get him out lol
[2026-04-06 21:05:00] Sam Willis: I mean, I thought. I HOPED. but then I was like well maybe he’s telling me I need to do whatever I can to get him out lol
[2026-04-06 21:05:00] Sam Willis: Nah. My anger vanished 😜
[2026-04-06 21:06:00] Sam Willis: I just giggled remembering that I legit sent you a pic of my 🐱 today 😂😂😂
[2026-04-06 21:06:00] Dave: hehehe
[2026-04-06 21:07:00] Dave: I haven't forgotten.. In fact, I just looked at it again 🫣
[2026-04-06 21:07:00] Dave: 🤤🤤🤤
[2026-04-06 21:07:00] Dave: God! that was the best thing ever
[2026-04-06 21:09:00] Sam Willis: I love you
[2026-04-06 21:09:00] Sam Willis: So so so so excited to just even hang out with you in less than a week!!!
[2026-04-06 21:10:00] Dave: I can't even describe how excited I am
[2026-04-06 21:11:00] Dave: And I love YOU
[2026-04-06 21:11:00] Sam Willis: I’m so excited but also I’m like already feeling like being around you is going to be so….soothing and comforting ❤️
[2026-04-06 21:12:00] Dave: I feel the same! Now that the nerves are out of the way… 🥰🥰🥰
[2026-04-06 21:37:00] Dave: Well my beautiful princess, I think its time for me and wiggle berry to hit the sack 😊
[2026-04-06 21:38:00] Dave: I can’t wait to talk to you tomorrow
[2026-04-06 21:38:00] Sam Willis: That sounds like a wonderful plan. I will be doing the same soon lol
[2026-04-06 21:38:00] Sam Willis: I can’t wait either!! ❤️
[2026-04-06 21:38:00] Dave: And I really can’t wait to see you in 5 days!!
[2026-04-06 21:38:00] Sam Willis: Eeeeee!!!
[2026-04-06 21:38:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-06 21:39:00] Dave: I love you so so much babydoll
[2026-04-06 21:39:00] Sam Willis: I love you too! Sweet dreams

The pool guy had finally come and gone, and Sam was standing in her kitchen eating peanut butter out of the jar when her phone buzzed against the counter.

Don't touch yourself tonight. I'm still thinking about that picture.

She set the spoon down. Read it again. Felt the small, familiar tightening in her belly that was half pleasure and half admonishment — the way her body responded to his instructions before her brain had fully processed them.

Yes, Sir, she typed back. Then, because she couldn't help herself: I wasn't going to anyway.

Liar.

She laughed out loud in the empty kitchen.

Four days. And I want you wound so tight when I walk through that door you can't see straight.

I already can't.

Then this will be educational.

She was still smiling when the next message came through.

Go get in the shower. Leave your phone where you can hear it. I'm going to call.

—

The water was hot enough to fog the mirror before she stepped in. She stood under it with her hands pressed flat to the tile, aware of every inch of her skin in a way she hadn't been an hour ago, aware of the way her thighs moved against each other, aware of the small, insistent pulse between her legs that had started the second she'd read don't touch.

Her phone rang.

She reached around the curtain, dripping, and answered. Put it on speaker. Set it on the little shelf where the shampoo lived.

"Hi, baby."

His voice. That was the thing. That low, unhurried Virginia voice that always sounded like he had all the time in the world and had decided to spend some of it on her.

"Hi," she said.

"You in the shower?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. I want you to do exactly what I tell you and nothing else. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Wash your hair. Slowly. I want to listen."

She almost laughed — almost — but the heat in her belly stopped her. She tipped her head back into the water and worked shampoo into her hair with her fingers, and he listened. She could hear him breathing. She could hear the small rustle of him shifting somewhere in his house in Virginia, two thousand miles from her bathroom in Arizona, and yet she could feel him standing behind her like he was right there.

"Now soap. Everywhere. And I mean everywhere. But don't linger. You know what I mean."

"Yes, Sir."

She ran the bar of soap over her shoulders, her breasts — her nipples were hard enough to ache — down her stomach, between her thighs. She moved her hand fast, the way he'd said, but it was almost worse than lingering. Her knees wanted to buckle. She pressed her palm flat to the wall and kept going.

"You're being good."

"I'm trying."

"I can hear you trying. It's beautiful."

She closed her eyes. Something in her chest opened — that particular opening that only happened with him, the one she hadn't known was possible before him.

"Rinse. Get out. Dry off. Don't put on underwear. Put on that shirt — the gray one, the one you stole from my gym bag. Then go lie down on your bed on your back. Leave me on speaker."

"Yes, Sir."

—

Her bedroom was dim, the sun halfway gone, a slice of pink through the blinds. She laid down the way he'd told her, the shirt pulled down to mid-thigh, the phone next to her pillow. Her hair was wet. Her skin was damp. She was already so wet she could feel it against the inside of her thighs and she had not touched herself, she had not, she was being good.

"Are you on the bed?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell me what you're wearing."

"Your shirt."

"What else."

"Nothing."

"Is the shirt pulled down?"

"To my thighs."

"Pull it up. Over your stomach. Leave it bunched there."

She did. The cotton was soft from a hundred washes. She could smell him on it, faintly, under the laundry detergent — that stubborn ghost of him she'd stopped trying to wash out.

"Legs open."

She opened them.

"Wider."

Wider.

"Hands at your sides. Flat on the bed. Don't move them."

"Yes, Sir."

"I want you to tell me what your pussy feels like right now. Use your words, baby. I'm going to close my eyes and I want to see it."

She swallowed. This was the hardest part, always — not the doing, the saying. He'd trained her into it the way he'd trained her into everything, gently and implacably, until the words came easier than silence.

"It's — God. It's so wet. I can feel it on my thighs. It's — throbbing, like, with my pulse. My clit is hard. I want to touch it so bad my hands are shaking."

"Are they?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Keep them where they are."

"Yes, Sir."

"Four days from now I'm going to walk into your apartment and I'm going to take you out to dinner. Do you remember what I said?"

"Date night first."

"Date night first. A drink. A real conversation. I want to watch you across a table and know what you look like under your dress, and I want you to squirm through the whole meal knowing I know."

She made a small sound. Involuntary. Her hips lifted an inch off the mattress and settled again.

"I told you not to move."

"I didn't — I didn't mean to."

"I know. I'm telling you anyway. Stay still."

"Yes, Sir."

"And then I'm going to take you home. And I'm not going to be gentle, Sam. I'm going to be exactly what you need me to be, which is not gentle."

"Please."

"But tonight you don't get to come. You understand that, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Say it."

"I don't get to come tonight."

"Why not?"

"Because — because you said so."

"Because why?"

She closed her eyes. This was the answer he wanted. This was the real answer.

"Because you want me to be wound up when you get here. Because you want to be the one. Because I'm yours and you get to decide."

"Good girl."

The words landed in her like they always did, low and specific, lighting up a part of her that had no other name for what it needed.

"Now. One finger. Middle finger. Put it in your mouth first. I want to hear it."

She did. She heard herself do it — the small, wet sound of her own mouth — and she heard him breathe out.

"Now slide it down. Over your nipple first. The right one. Pinch it. Hard enough that you make a noise."

She pinched, and the noise came out of her unbidden, thin and surprised.

"Good. Down your stomach. Slow. All the way down. But I want you to stop right above your clit. Do not touch it. Put your finger right there and hold still."

Her hand trembled. She obeyed. Her finger was a millimeter from where she needed it to be and she could feel her own heat radiating against the pad of it and she did not move.

"How does that feel?"

"It's — it's awful."

"Is it?"

"Sir, please —"

"No."

"Please."

"No, baby. Hold there. Breathe for me."

She breathed. In. Out. Her whole body was a tuning fork. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears and in her clit and in the pulse of her own restraint.

"One minute. You can do one minute."

"Yes, Sir."

He counted it out. Not out loud — he just waited, and she waited with him, and every second of it was a small death and a small gift. The shirt bunched up over her stomach, smelling of him. Her hand trembling. The slick between her thighs cooling in the air and being replaced by more, fresh, embarrassing in its quantity, a body's honest report.

"Okay. One finger inside. Not your clit. Inside."

She slid her middle finger into herself and her hips lifted again and this time he didn't scold her. He made a small sound of his own — the first one all night — and it undid something in her.

"Tell me."

"I'm so wet. I'm — God, Dave, I'm so wet, I can feel it all down — "

"I know, baby. I know. I can hear it."

"Please let me —"

"No."

"Please."

"No. You're going to take that finger out. You're going to put it in your mouth. You're going to taste what you're saving for me."

She did. She could barely breathe. Her own taste was sharp and familiar and she pictured his mouth doing what hers was doing and she made a sound that was almost a sob.

"That's mine. You understand? That's mine for Saturday."

"Yes, Sir."

"Say it."

"It's yours."

"All of it?"

"All of it."

"Good girl. Good girl. Hands back at your sides."

She put them down. Her whole body was shaking — that fine, full-body tremor she only ever got from him, the one that wasn't cold and wasn't fear and had no other name.

"Breathe with me."

She breathed. In for four. Out for six. He did it with her, the way he always did when she was close to overwhelm — the rhythm he'd taught her in a parking lot once, years ago, the first time she'd told him she was the kind of person who didn't cry and then cried in his passenger seat for an hour.

"I'm going to let you come Saturday. I'm going to let you come so many times you can't count. But tonight you lie there and you feel that ache and you remember it's mine. Are you with me?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Pull the shirt down."

She pulled it down over her stomach, her thighs, her knees pressing together reflexively against the ache.

"I love you so much, baby."

Her eyes stung. This was the other thing — this was the part nobody who didn't live inside it would understand. The please Sir and the I love you and the hand shaking against her own thigh and the four years of him and the fact that there was no one else in the world she would let do this to her, and no one else who could.

"I love you more," she whispered.

"Not possible."

"It is."

"It isn't. Go drink some water for me."

She got up — her legs unsteady, genuinely unsteady, the way they always were after him — and went to the kitchen, phone in hand, still on speaker. She filled a glass at the sink. She drank it. The water tasted the way water tasted after intensity, which was to say it tasted like the first water she'd ever drunk.

"Are you drinking?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. All of it."

She drank all of it.

"Now go back to bed. Leave the shirt on. Don't touch. If you wake up at three in the morning wet and aching you are going to lie there and breathe and think about me and you are not going to touch. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Four days."

"Four days."

"I'm going to hang up now. I'm going to call you tomorrow morning and I'm going to ask, and you're going to tell me the truth."

"Yes, Sir."

"Say goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight."

He stayed on the line another second. She could hear him — just him, breathing, still with her.

"You're the best thing," he said, quieter. Not a command. Just him. "You know that, right?"

"I know," she said, and the tears she hadn't let come during the scene came now, simply, without drama, the way rain came in Arizona — rare and honest and gone.

"Sleep, Sam."

The line went dead.

She lay back down in his shirt, in the dark, with her hands at her sides and her thighs pressed together and the ache he'd given her on purpose. She closed her eyes.

Four days.

She could feel him already.

The salt flat went on forever and the sun was already white by nine.

Sam saw the dust plume twenty minutes before she could make out the car that raised it, and by then the kid at the pump had already stopped pretending to wash the windshield and gone inside to stand behind the counter with the shotgun. The Mojave did that to people. It made them read weather in the distance and treat every approaching vehicle like it might be weather too.

She was leaning against the Galaxie when the Charger came off the hardpan and onto the cracked apron of the station, doing sixty until it wasn't, tires barking. The driver got out slow. Bald. Sunburned at the back of the neck. Desert-issue aviators and a shirt that had been white at sunrise and was now the color of the road.

"Ma'am," Dave said.

"Don't ma'am me."

"Noted."

He put a hand on the trunk of her car like he was reading it for heat. It was hot. Everything was hot. The air above the pumps wobbled. Somewhere out past the tanks a cicada was rattling itself apart.

"You're supposed to be two states east," she said.

"Changed my mind."

"Mm."

"Mind if I fuel up while we disagree about that?"

"Be my guest."

He moved around her, close, closer than he needed to, and the cotton of his shirt brushed her bare arm and she felt it down to her teeth. Four years of this. Four years of knowing exactly what his hand felt like on the back of her neck, and four years of every other man being wrong. He unscrewed the gas cap without looking and she watched the muscle in his forearm work and thought, with some exasperation, the audacity of this man to show up here.

"The package," she said, quiet.

"In the trunk."

"They know?"

"They suspect."

"How far behind?"

"Hour. Maybe less." He racked the nozzle. "Thought I'd come warn you in person."

"That right."

"That's right."

She looked at him over the top of her sunglasses. He had the expression he got when he was deciding whether to tell her something he'd already decided to tell her. A tell only she could read.

"Inside," she said. "Now."

The station was a single room with a cooler that hummed like it was dying and a ceiling fan that wasn't helping. The kid behind the counter glanced at Dave and then at Sam and then found something to be very interested in on the floor behind the counter. Sam walked past him to the door that said EMPLOYEES and pushed it open and it wasn't employees, it was a storeroom with a mop bucket and a stack of oil cases and one naked bulb.

Dave came in behind her and shut the door and locked it.

"An hour," she said.

"Less."

"And you drove here."

"I drove here."

"Dave."

"Sam."

She'd meant to say something about operational discipline. About dead drops and decoys and the fact that coming to find her in person was exactly what you didn't do, ever, under any circumstance, and he knew that, he had taught her that. She meant to say it and instead she was backed against the stack of oil cases with his mouth on her throat and his hand already up under her shirt, palm flat to her ribs, and she was saying his name like a complaint and like a prayer.

"Abstinence week," he said against her skin, and she laughed, she couldn't help it, a startled huff.

"You came four hundred miles to break it."

"I came four hundred miles because I missed you. Breaking it is a bonus."

"Bonus."

"Sam." He pulled back enough to look at her. His eyes were very calm and very direct and the calm was the thing — the calm had always been the thing — the way he could be this steady while her pulse was doing what it was doing. "I've got an hour. Tell me no."

"No," she said, and then, "not no. You know what I mean."

"I do."

"Take your fucking shirt off."

He took his shirt off. She put her hand on his sternum where the scar was and watched him hold still for her, the way he always held still for her, and she thought about four years and about how she'd realized one night — him standing in her driveway, getting out of his car, circling the hood — that this was the rest of her life if she let it be. She'd tried to give him space. He'd closed it.

He was closing it now.

"Up," he said, and his hands were at the backs of her thighs, and he lifted her onto the stack of oil cases like she weighed nothing, and the cardboard creaked but held. Her jeans went down to her knees. Her underwear went sideways, hooked aside by one calloused finger, and she was already wet — she'd been wet since the dust plume, if she was honest, wet since she'd recognized the line of his shoulders through the windshield — and he made a low sound when he felt it, something between a laugh and a curse.

"Jesus, Virginia."

"Don't start with the Virginia."

"You love it."

"I tolerate it."

He dropped to his knees on the concrete floor of a gas station storeroom in the middle of the Mojave Desert and put his mouth on her and she bit down on the heel of her own hand to keep quiet, because the kid was ten feet away through a cheap door, and because she had always been loud with him and this was not the place.

He knew her cunt the way he knew the roads home. He knew where to be slow. He knew where the flat of his tongue made her swear and where the tip of it made her shake. He knew when to suck and when to just breathe against her and let her feel him breathing. He was unhurried. He was always unhurried. He had an hour and he spent a long part of it down there like he had nowhere else to be in the world, one hand spread flat across her belly to hold her down when her hips started lifting off the cardboard.

"Dave — "

"Mm."

"Dave, I'm — "

"I know."

"Inside. I want you inside."

He looked up at her. His mouth was wet and his eyes were patient and he said, "In a minute," and went back to it, and she made a sound against her palm that was half laugh and half sob, because he was going to make her come first, he was going to make her come on his tongue in a storeroom with an hour on the clock, because he could, because she was his and he knew it.

She came with her thighs locked around his ears and her free hand fisted in his shirt where it lay on the floor. It tore through her in waves, hot and stupid, and she was still shaking when he stood up and undid his belt and she was reaching for him before she'd caught her breath.

"Come here," she said.

"I'm here."

"Come here."

He pushed into her slow and all the way in one stroke and they both made sound at that, quiet, private, the kind of sound that was just for the two of them in a room this size. He held there a second, forehead to hers, and she felt the full length of him and the heat of him and the way he was already trembling a little in his arms from holding back.

"Fuck, Sam."

"I know."

"I know, I know."

He started to move. The oil cases creaked. The bulb above them swung a quarter inch on its wire. He had one hand braced on the case beside her head and the other under her thigh, hitching her up, opening her wider, and every stroke was wet and obscene and perfectly measured. He fucked her like he drove — steady, certain, fast enough to get there but never rushed. She put her mouth on his shoulder and bit down to stay quiet and tasted salt and road and him.

"You going to come again for me," he said, low, not a question.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"Yes, Dave, yes, Christ — "

"Good girl."

She hated that it worked on her. She loved that it worked on her. She was so close already, still riding the edge of the first one, and he knew it, and he shifted his angle just slightly — that thing he did, that thing he'd learned on her body over four years of paying attention — and she was gone. She came around him with her teeth in his shoulder and her nails in his back and she felt him swear against her hair, felt him stutter, felt him lose his rhythm and find it again and lose it for good.

"I can't — Sam — "

"Inside. Inside me."

He came hard, shuddering, pressed in as deep as he could get, and she felt every pulse of it and held him through it with both arms around his neck and her face against the side of his throat where his pulse was hammering.

They stayed like that for a long minute. The cicada was still going outside. The cooler was still humming. The bulb was still swinging a little.

"Hour," she said, eventually.

"Less, now."

"Mm."

He pulled back enough to look at her. He was wrecked and handsome and ridiculous, and there was cardboard stuck to his knee, and she reached down and peeled it off without breaking his gaze.

"Come with me," he said.

"East?"

"East."

"I've got the package."

"I know."

"There's a lot of them."

"I know."

She looked at him. The calm. The Virginia calm. The thing that had let her stop bracing, four years ago, when she hadn't even known she was bracing. She thought about the house she'd been going to rent. The washer and dryer she'd been pricing. The pool guy who didn't show up. The way her life had been adding itself up into something that looked fine and wasn't.

"Okay," she said.

"Okay?"

"Okay, Virginia."

He laughed, surprised, and leaned his forehead back against hers.

"Five minutes," he said. "Then we go."

"Five minutes."

He didn't move for four of them. She didn't either. Outside, somewhere past the pumps, a second dust plume was starting to form on the horizon, and neither of them looked at it yet, because five minutes was five minutes, and they had earned it, and the desert would still be there when they opened the door.

When they did open it, they went together.

The dental hygienist's name was Kelly and she had been scraping at Dave's lower incisors for what felt like half an hour when his phone, face-down on his chest under the paper bib, buzzed three times in quick succession.

"Sorry," he mumbled around the suction tube.

"All you, hon."

He thumbed it on, tilting the screen toward his face, and there she was — Sam, on her stomach in his grey shirt, the hem rucked up to her waist, a slice of her bare ass and the soft seam between her thighs visible at the bottom of the frame. The caption said: just thinking about you at the dentist. pain for pain, babe.

He locked the phone so fast Kelly probably thought he'd been electrocuted.

"You okay?"

"Mm-hm. Yep."

The drive back from the office was forty minutes and he spent thirty-eight of them hard in his jeans, stopped at every red light staring at the photo on his passenger seat like a man reading a ransom note. The fucking audacity. That was the phrase that kept circling. She had said it about him once, about something he'd said to her, and now here he was, jaw numb on one side, sending her a voice memo at a light on Broad Street that came out, you are in so much trouble when I get there, you understand me? Four more days. Four.

She wrote back: three and a half. and I already know. I'm counting on it.

He called her from the couch the second he got home. Bear flopped at his feet and sighed like a man who had seen things.

"Hi," Sam said, and it was the small voice, the one that lived under the other voices, the one she only used with him. He could hear her swallow.

"You're a menace."

"I am a professional," she said. "I took that picture in my bathroom. On my lunch. I set a timer."

"Jesus Christ."

"I also sent it to the wrong chat for one terrifying second and almost lost my job, so."

"Samantha."

"Dave."

He pressed the heel of his hand to his cock through his jeans and breathed out through his nose. "Tell me what you're doing right now."

"Sitting on my porch. I have wine. Layla is eating soft food, very dramatically. The pool guy finally came and I hate him."

"You're not going to sext me from the porch."

"I am absolutely not going to sext you from the porch. Christian's realtor keeps driving past, I swear to God." She laughed, and it was a real laugh, the one that cracked in the middle. "I just wanted to hear you."

"Come here."

"I can't."

"I know. Come here anyway."

She was quiet. He listened to her breathing, to a wind chime somewhere on her property, to the distant scrape of a chair leg. Three and a half days, he thought. Thursday he would land at Sky Harbor at noon and she would be waiting at arrivals in sunglasses pretending she wasn't, and he had a plan for her that involved not a single word spoken until he had her up against the inside of her own front door.

"Dave."

"Yeah."

"I was thinking about that night. The first one. When I was going to just drop you off."

"I remember the night."

"You got out of the car."

"I did."

"I had already said we couldn't. And you just — walked around the front of the car. With your hands in your pockets." Her voice dropped. "And looked at me through the windshield. And I knew."

"What did you know."

"That you wanted to fuck me. That night. Not someday. That night."

"Mm."

"And I was like, oh. Oh. This is happening."

"You walked up your stairs so fast."

"I was trying to outrun you," she said, laughing. "And you just — kept pace. Like a person who already knows how it ends."

"I did know how it ended."

"I still think about it all the time."

"I know you do."

He heard her take a drink of wine. He heard the ice in it. He had not planned, when he got home, to have phone sex with her on the couch with dental paste still in the corners of his mouth, but he was a man who could pivot.

"Sam."

"Don't."

"Go inside."

"Dave, I swear to God."

"Inside. Now. Lock the door."

She laughed, small and caught. "You're not the boss of me."

"Okay."

Silence. Then the scrape of a chair, the slide of a door, the click of a latch. "Happy?"

"Getting there."

"I haven't touched myself since yesterday."

"I know."

"I'm not going to."

"Okay."

"Because we have a deal."

"We have a deal."

"But I want to."

"I know you do."

"Dave."

"Yeah, baby."

"Tell me something. Tell me one thing. So I can go to bed."

He thought about it. He let her wait. He heard her breath shift, shallow up, the particular pattern of it he had known now for long enough to read like weather.

"When I get there," he said, "I'm not going to kiss you at the airport."

"Oh, fuck you —"

"I'm going to put your bag in the back of the car and I'm going to drive you home. And I'm not going to touch you. I want you to sit in that passenger seat for forty minutes knowing exactly what's about to happen to you."

"Dave."

"And when we get to your house I'm going to walk you inside and I'm going to lock the door behind us. And then I'm going to stop pretending."

He heard her exhale, one short, punched breath.

"What are you doing right now," he said.

"Sitting on my kitchen floor."

"Why."

"Because my legs stopped working, Dave, I don't know what you want from me."

He laughed. She laughed. He could hear her forehead, somehow, against the cabinet.

"Go to bed," he said. "Drink water. Don't touch yourself."

"I hate you."

"I love you."

"I love you. God. I love you so much it's embarrassing."

"Good."

—

Three and a half days later he was standing in her kitchen.

He had, in fact, not kissed her at the airport. He had put her hand through his arm and walked her to the car like a man escorting a woman to her own execution, and she had looked up at him once, briefly, in the parking garage, and he had said, don't, and she hadn't.

The drive had been forty-two minutes. She had sat in the passenger seat with her knees pressed together and her hands flat on her thighs and said almost nothing. Twice she had looked at his hand on the gearshift and twice he had said her name, low, warning, and she had turned back to the window.

Now the front door was locked. Her bag was by the entryway. Bear was not here, Bear was at home in Virginia, and there was no dog, no phone call dropping, no ex-husband's realtor, no distance. There was her kitchen, mid-afternoon light on the tile, the hum of her fridge, and the real live fact of her, in his grey shirt and cut-off shorts, barefoot, her hair up, her eyes enormous.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi."

And then he did stop pretending.

He had her against the island before she could take a full breath, his hand at the back of her neck, the other at her jaw, his mouth on hers hard enough that her head tipped and he caught the weight of it. She made a sound into his mouth — not a word, a sound — and he felt her hands come up under his shirt, finding skin, and he dragged the grey shirt up and over her head and dropped it on the kitchen floor.

"God," he said. "Look at you."

"Dave."

"Look at you. Jesus."

He went to his knees on her kitchen tile — it was going to kill his knees, he didn't care — and he got her shorts and underwear off in one pull and he put his mouth on her cunt without preamble, without warm-up, because he had been promising this face-first into his own pillow for four nights running. She was already wet. She was so wet his chin was slick within seconds. She made a high broken noise and her hand went into the back of his scalp, trying to hold on to hair that wasn't there, settling for the nape of his neck, fingernails.

He ate her like he was starving. He wasn't performing. He licked up the full length of her and sucked her clit into his mouth and held her open with his thumbs and worked his tongue inside her until she was saying his name and then not saying anything, just breathing in little torn-off pieces. Her thigh was up on his shoulder. The edge of the island was digging into her back. He could feel her legs shaking against his ears.

"I can't stand up," she said. "Dave. I can't —"

"You can."

"I can't, I'm going to —"

"Then come."

She came with her heel digging into his spine and her whole body folding forward over him, a hand flat on the top of his skull, a sound out of her that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob. He kept his mouth on her through it, gentling, easing, until she was twitching and pushing weakly at his forehead.

He stood up. His jaw ached. His knees were going to be purple tomorrow. He didn't care.

"Bedroom," she said.

"No."

"Dave —"

"Here. Turn around."

She turned around. She put her hands on the island. He got his belt open with one hand and his jeans down and he pressed the head of his cock against her and she was so wet he slid in on the first push, all the way, and they both made the same sound at the same time, a kind of oh, surprised, like neither of them had believed until this exact second that they were actually going to get to have this again.

"Don't move," he said. "Give me a second."

"I can't not move."

"Sam."

"Sorry. Sorry. Okay. Okay."

He held her hip with one hand and her shoulder with the other and he fucked her slowly, all the way out and all the way in, because he had four nights of phone calls' worth of restraint built up and he wanted to feel every inch of it. She was making a noise on every stroke, a small uh, involuntary, the same sound she had made at nineteen in a parking lot probably, the same sound she would make at sixty. He bent over her back and put his mouth on her shoulder blade.

"I missed you," he said, into her skin.

"I know."

"I really fucking missed you."

"I know. Dave. I know. Faster. Please."

He went faster. She put her forehead down on the cool stone of the island and he watched her ass take him, watched the place where they met, watched his own hand splayed across the small of her back, and he thought: this is the thing. This is the thing everyone is always trying to describe and can't. She came again, shuddering, her cunt clenching around him, and he fucked her through it and then pulled out and came on her lower back in three hard pulses, his hand braced on the island next to hers, breathing like he'd run up a flight of stairs.

For a second neither of them moved.

Then she said, into the stone, "you got cum on my counter."

"I did not."

"You absolutely did."

"That's you."

"It is not me, sir."

He laughed. She laughed. He found a dish towel and cleaned her off, carefully, and then cleaned the counter, because she was right, it was him. She turned around and put her arms around his neck and her face into his throat and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Hi," she said finally.

"Hi."

"Was that the deal?"

"That was the deal."

"Okay."

He could feel her smiling against his neck. Outside, somewhere, a pool pump clicked on. The light was moving across the floor. He had three more days here and then he had to go back to Virginia, and they both knew it, and neither of them was going to say it yet.

"Come on," he said. "Upstairs."

"Can I walk."

"I'll carry you."

"Dave."

"I will."

"Okay," she said. "Okay."

DAY OVERVIEW Today was a Wednesday filled with flirtatious banter, playful teasing, and a deep dive into practical life matters. The morning began with a mix of affectionate goodbyes and a recount of Dave's morning commute mishaps. The conversation turned sexually charged midday, with explicit messaging and intimate sharing that escalated into a mutual abstinence break. Evening discussions touched on moving logistics, financial concerns, and the anticipation of their impending reunion, ending on a sweet and loving note.

TOPIC INVENTORY

• Morning Commute & Work
• Dave shared his morning commute experience, noting how a car tailgated him and then sped past aggressively, which he found satisfying.
• He mentioned working from the office and having a dental surgery appointment.
• Emotional register: Playful, satisfied

• Notable quote: "Dude, all up on my ass all hard and then from there on like we got it on main road like blue past everybody and just like running stop signs and shit and Like now, I'm passing him as he's stuck in traffic anyway and it's so funny like he sees the right way now and I'm in left up just kind of chilling not like trying to eat him, but I was kind of hoping I would"

• Etsy Issues

• Dave discussed problems with Etsy removing his listing for a flashlight adapter, speculating it was due to the visibility of the flashlight's tip.
• He mentioned updating his website and considering starting a TikTok shop.
• Emotional register: Frustrated, strategic

• Notable quote: "I made two different ones I thought maybe it was the photograph cause it showed like the actual flashlight. Where is the other one the videos and photographs just showed the flashlight with the cap on it so you couldn't see like the flesh part of it but the way my new adapter works. You can't have the cap on it cause it screws into the adapter like it doesn't the cap so you can see like the pussy or whatever"

• Abstinence & Anticipation

• They discussed their abstinence period and the upcoming weekend when they will see each other.
• Dave suggested having a date night before sex to build anticipation.
• Emotional register: Excited, playful, teasing

• Notable quote: "I also wanna like see what it's like to hang out with you for a while and You know like have a little date or something and go have a drink and hang out and build up the anticipation in person and see what that's like It'll be fun right away is awesome. Who knows"

• Sexual Content & Teasing

• Sam sent an explicit photo, breaking their abstinence, which led to a detailed description of their sexual encounter and afterglow.
• They reminisced about a previous sexual encounter where Sam realized Dave wanted to have sex that night.
• Emotional register: Aroused, playful, intimate

• Notable quote: "I still think about that all the time" — Sam, referring to their previous sexual encounter

• Moving & Financial Stress

• Sam talked about her upcoming move, the costs involved, and her anxiety about coordinating the move and taking care of her animals.
• She mentioned the cost of Layla's surgery and her financial concerns.
• Emotional register: Anxious, overwhelmed

• Notable quote: "I am feeling sooo anxious/on edge for some reason. Like leg shaking at my desk anxious"

• Business & Financial Advice

• Dave discussed the possibility of starting an LLC and buying flashlight parts wholesale to sell on his site.
• Sam advised him on tax write-offs and the benefits of having an LLC.
• Emotional register: Informative, supportive

• Notable quote: "You can get business like a business bank account like with it so that's the whole thing with the LLC mainly just keep my name off of it"

• Pool Repair & Appointments

• Sam mentioned a pool repair estimate and her struggle with scheduling appointments.
• She also talked about picking up Layla from the vet and getting soft food for her recovery.
• Emotional register: Frustrated, caring

• Notable quote: "I am highly annoyed bc this pool guy was supposed to be here 30 min ago"

• House Hunting & Real Estate

• Sam discussed house hunting with Christian and the financial considerations of moving.
• She mentioned the upfront costs of renting a new place and the need for a washer and dryer.
• Emotional register: Cautious, hopeful

• Notable quote: "He’s going to put in an app. Just still leery of the upfront costs"

• Check-Ins & Relationship Maintenance

• They realized they missed their scheduled check-in and discussed the importance of maintaining their relationship rituals.
• Emotional register: Reflective, loving
• Notable quote: "We can skip conversation cards lol, but we can’t be neglecting check ins"

SEXUAL & PHYSICAL CONTENT - Sam sent an explicit photo of herself, breaking their abstinence, which Dave described as "risqué" and "amazing." - Dave initiated a detailed description of their sexual encounter, mentioning how Sam was "all up in that pussy" and how he was "all up in that ass." - They reminisced about a previous sexual encounter where Sam realized Dave wanted to have sex that night, describing how Dave "physically got out of your car and circled around the front and was like no no don't leave or like you know Whatever and I was like no we can't. I gotta go upstairs and then you're like I'm gonna go upstairs with you. I'm with you. That's how it happened so fuck off. I did try to stop you know I physically gave space and then you physically closed the space." - Dave described his physical reaction to Sam's photo, saying, "I fucking looooove your labia" and "I can’t not wait to get my face all up in that pussy!!" - Sam described her physical state after their encounter, saying, "I’m already back at my desk but here you go. Turd. Geesh the things you make me dooooo" and "I’m still out of breath"

EMOTIONAL DYNAMICS - Dave often initiated flirty and sexual topics, while Sam followed with playful and sometimes vulnerable responses. - There was a strong dynamic of teasing and anticipation, with both expressing excitement about their upcoming reunion. - Sam showed vulnerability when discussing her anxiety about moving and financial stresses, with Dave offering support and advice. - Their dynamic was also marked by a deep understanding and comfort with each other, as seen in their reminiscing about past sexual encounters and their plans for future dates. - There were moments of playful dominance from Dave, such as when he teased Sam about her explicit photo, and moments of tender care, like when Dave expressed concern for Layla's surgery.

MEMORABLE LANGUAGE - "I dunno why but like making out, sure. But it wasn’t until you did that that I realized, 'oh he wants to fuck me. TONIGHT'" — Sam, recalling their past encounter - "I fucking looooove your labia" — Dave, reacting to Sam's explicit photo - "I’m so wet even thinking about it" — Sam, expressing her arousal - "You’re the best baby" — Dave, complimenting Sam after she sent an explicit photo - "I was like, the fucking AUDACITY of this guy to say that to me" — Sam, reacting to Dave's teasing about giving Christian money - "I can’t wait to see you naked again" — Sam, expressing her anticipation - "I’m gonna go upstairs with you. I'm with you. That's how it happened so fuck off. I did try to stop you know I physically gave space and then you physically closed the space." — Sam, recounting their past encounter - "I love you so so much babydoll" — Dave, expressing his love at the end of the day - "I’m so excited but also I’m like already feeling like being around you is going to be so….soothing and comforting" — Sam, looking forward to their reunion - "I can’t wait to talk to you tomorrow" — Dave, ending the day on a loving note

CONTINUITY HOOKS - Their upcoming reunion in five days, with plans for a date night and building sexual anticipation. - Sam's moving process and the financial and logistical challenges she faces. - Dave's consideration of starting an LLC and expanding his business, with Sam's advice on tax write-offs. - The running joke about "WAA" and their unique relationship dynamics, which they continue to reference and explore.

MOOD MAP nervous anticipation → giddy flirtation → raw heat → playful banter → anxious reflection → tender longing → loving closure

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METRICS

• Response Time --- Me→Them: 119s ↑47% vs 7d avg Them→Me: 94s ↑26% vs 7d avg

• Conflicts & Repair --- Conflicts: 39 ↑ (avg 22.7 this week) Repair Rate: 100.0% →0% vs 7d avg Avg Recovery: 8.4 min ↑9% vs 7d avg

• Initiation --- Balance Ratio: 0.50 ↓36% vs 7d avg Cold Starts: 2 ↑ (avg 1.4 this week) 1 me / 1 them

• Velocity & Sessions --- High Velocity %: 99.2% →1% vs 7d avg Sessions: 35 ↑ (avg 28.1 this week) Avg Duration: 9.1 min ↑6% vs 7d avg

• Message Volume --- Total Messages: 480 ↑ (avg 327.7 this week) From Me: 215 ↑ (avg 145.1 this week) From Them: 265 ↑ (avg 182.6 this week) With Signals: 466 ↑ (avg 316.4 this week)

SENDER COVERAGE

Sender	Labeled / Total	Rate	Top Labels
Dave	213 / 215	99.1%	humor (53), status_update (50), affection (21), frustration (21), emotional_support (13)
Sam Willis	253 / 265	95.5%	status_update (67), humor (62), frustration (43), vulnerability (27), excitement (13)

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DOMINANT LABEL

status_update (3rd day in a row )

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• Label Counts ---

  • status_update: 109 (avg score: 63%)
  • humor: 100 (avg score: 71%)
  • frustration: 60 (avg score: 70%)
  • affection: 30 (avg score: 78%)
  • vulnerability: 28 (avg score: 67%)
  • excitement: 23 (avg score: 71%)
  • flirting: 23 (avg score: 78%)
  • emotional_support: 19 (avg score: 71%)
  • checking_in: 17 (avg score: 68%)

• Label Counts (cont.) ---

  • sexting: 14 (avg score: 85%)
  • appreciation: 11 (avg score: 78%)
  • request: 10 (avg score: 62%)
  • disagreement: 8 (avg score: 66%)
  • deep_sharing: 8 (avg score: 67%)
  • planning: 8 (avg score: 69%)
  • encouragement: 7 (avg score: 80%)
  • boundary_setting: 6 (avg score: 78%)
  • passive_aggression: 1 (avg score: 60%)

ANOMALIES

Unusual Pattern

Messages From Me rose 48.1% above your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Messages With Signals rose 47.3% above your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Total Messages rose 46.5% above your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Messages From Them rose 45.1% above your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Status Update surged 52.0% vs 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Avg Response Time Me To Them Seconds dropped 46.8% below your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Humor surged 72.0% vs 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Conflict Count rose 71.7% above your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Repair Count rose 71.7% above your 7-day average

PROVENANCE

Signals Prompt Version: signals.v2 Signals Model: unknown Rollup Computed At: N/A

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