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2026-04-07

Perfect Repair Day

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[2026-04-07 06:32:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Good morning sunshine I hope you slept so well. I slept pretty well and went to sleep and woke up thinking about you and how I cannot wait to see you and I'm so excited about that. I am off to work Motherfucking day doing that Nothing much you since last night I got a couple orders on file for my site. I guess I got two orders and one order from my site which I think search. Appearance is working now, so that's great Happened faster than I expected cause I just fixed it last night and changed my side around to make it more SCO friendly So I was actually kind of surprised, but whatever I'm not complaining I'll take it So yeah, oh I also noticed. I haven't really dug into it yet but my website provider I think has a partnership with legal Zoom and there's there's a button. Like in the console that says something like Easily create an LLC or whatever and I was like oh shit maybe that's maybe that's a feature I paid for and didn't even know it so I'm gonna check that out Yeah, otherwise it's just five days or so, and we will be seeing each other So excited, still fucking just like glowing from your afterglow Photos yesterday I am so just set it, your pussy is It's like I didn't know it obviously, I've been down there but Just see it again after so long Such a delicious reminder I cannot wait to taste you again All right, sweetheart I'm gonna get my ass to work and Keep thinking about your Everything And touching and kissing everything on you All right, I hope you have a great morning and your cereal taste great and you have plenty of milk And your teeth don't hurt and Layla's teeth don't hurt. I hope she's doing OK and I love you and I will talk to you soon.
[2026-04-07 07:58:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-07 08:02:00] Dave: GM beautiful 😍
[2026-04-07 08:24:00] Sam Willis: Morning baby. I have been zonked out. Slept really well though (for me)
[2026-04-07 08:24:00] Dave: That’s good news!
[2026-04-07 08:25:00] Sam Willis: I’ll listen to your audio in a bit. How are you?!
[2026-04-07 08:25:00] Dave: I’m great!!
[2026-04-07 08:26:00] Dave: Just sitting here at favorite place in the world to be!
[2026-04-07 08:26:00] Dave: Loving my life and work soooo much
[2026-04-07 08:26:00] Dave: I might just see if I can start sleeping here!!
[2026-04-07 08:27:00] Sam Willis: Oh you is dripping with sarcasm this morning!!
[2026-04-07 08:27:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-07 08:28:00] Sam Willis: Atleast you won’t have to drive in on Friday 😭😭
[2026-04-07 08:28:00] Dave: I’m good though. A little tired, but this is around the time that starts kicking in
[2026-04-07 08:29:00] Dave: 5 days 4 hours 31 minutes 😁
[2026-04-07 08:32:00] Sam Willis: Eeeee!!
[2026-04-07 09:21:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Good morning finally on my way to work dude I slept hard. It was fabulous whenever you texted me that you were going to sleep. I can't remember if I was like oh well I'm not too far behind you. I wasn't joking and I think it was probably like 730 close to eight my time or so. Oh yeah, definitely went to bed early. I think I actually went upstairs at like 815. Glorious so Needs to stick my ass up this morning so now it's already 715. I gotta go buy some weed Gummies today. Yes I need to get that shit in the mail so This plane is flying like super low, but I guess there is a little small airport nearby but anyway it was just I was confused for a moment so I'm only gonna be at work until like noon maybe a little bit earlier than that and then I'm heading to Scottsdale which is like I don't even know I don't know exactly where I'm going. Might be like 2030 minute drive and I'm meeting Rachel there and we're gonna do this stupid training which is really just gonna be a vendor selling bullshit. But whatever anyway free CB so why the fuck not so anyway we're doing that and then hopefully I'm out of 330 and then I will find a dispensary and get something and get it in the mail stat because I know we're running out of time that would fucking suck if it gets their fucking Monday That would suck bro lol and then you better fucking save it for next time if that's the case but it'll be fine whenever next time is but it's fine anyway so Yeah, I gotta do that. I'm supposed to go work out at six. We'll see how that goes and then. So my normal guy texted me this weekend and was like hey it's been a couple years. We need to drain your pool to a whole ass watch watch I was like yeah we need to get. Meanwhile, I got this big rock repair shit that needs to happen so what needs to happen is the pool needs to be drained? The rack shit needs to be repaired and then and only after all that should the pool be refilled so I'm like I'm not ready. I don't have my estimates yet. I'm not ready anyway so then my pool guy texted me last night and he's like hey can I just come over now and drain the pool and I'm like I'm like things are hectic no Like tonight it's too crazy And then I was like I got it. I'm getting some estimates for the rock stuff and he was like oh well I can do that and I'm like since when because three years ago when I heard you, you weren't doing that and he was like oh I can do up to full pool remodels now I'm like OK and he's like what can I come over at least and give you a quote and I'm like fine so I'm waiting to hear back on the quote and then the other guy is coming this morning to give a quote so I'll have two quotes that's fine but now what would really be most convenient is just as my normal pool guy does it So now I kind of feel bad to the other guy that's coming over that I first reached out to you I shouldn't feel bad though I have not committed to anybody. Why do I feel bad? I don't know anyway. Yeah A bunch of about shit that you don't care about, but it's on my mind. What else is on my mind Don't know, man I'm scatterbrained Christian. I think it's gonna apply today for the second place we went and saw. So we'll see I don't know I get nervous because property management companies are such fucking scum so I've been trying to research them and the first place we saw yesterday like an actual person was there and got vibes and Like they have good reviews, which is very hard for property management company and then the second place we went that we liked was just like you know let yourself in via lockbox and like he hasn't talked to a person it's like I don't love that but end of the day it's not my thing, but you know I don't want to get screwed over Also like he acts like no questions Like literally we get there when he's like diving in and like making commitment like I'll go fill out the application. I'm like you haven't asked a fucking question. Bro, like what is included in the goddamn rent what can you do with your lease? What can you not do like what the fuck anyway Whatever I know, it's not my not my fucking responsibility. Still stressed about it though. Why am I stressed about it? I've been rambling for six minutes 6 inches. Oh, thank you for complimenting my vagina Oh my God I was still cracking up actually thought that that's so fucking funny. Anyway, not funny. I sent it. Funny your reaction about how you're like. You know I thought maybe like a nipple or something And you're like no stand on my pussy All right Yeah, talk to you soon bye
[2026-04-07 09:23:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Do you know what is like? One of my worst fears is recording a whole audio message and accidentally sending it to the wrong person cause like you probably couldn't undo after you send but I don't know man not wanting to risk it. That is yeah I would not be cool.
[2026-04-07 09:24:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Oh also as I was eating my cereal this morning I opened up my emails my personal emails and there's a breaking news email from the crime and I guess fucking Trump is doing Trump things and tonight at 8 PM Eastern or some shit as some deadline he gave to Ariana to open up the street and he said this morning then that Whole communities will die if it's not reopened tonight like literally said that I don't know anyway so just another day in fucking paradise
[2026-04-07 09:35:00] Dave: Oh wow, you did get to sleep early!
[2026-04-07 09:36:00] Dave: I assume you have packing tape at home?
[2026-04-07 09:37:00] Dave: Hahaha… I told you to hurry
[2026-04-07 09:37:00] Dave: I ain’t saving shit!!
[2026-04-07 09:38:00] Dave: So…. You should just buy a few to make sure 😉
[2026-04-07 09:38:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-07 09:38:00] Dave: Hahaha… fucking pool guy
[2026-04-07 09:38:00] Sam Willis: Brought it with me hehe
[2026-04-07 09:38:00] Dave: Hol-eee shoot
[2026-04-07 09:38:00] Sam Willis: The box is in here somewhere lol
[2026-04-07 09:39:00] Dave: You are on top of it
[2026-04-07 09:39:00] Sam Willis: In a chaotic way? Then yes lol
[2026-04-07 09:39:00] Dave: I cared about ALL of that!!
[2026-04-07 09:39:00] Sam Willis: In a chaotic way? Then yes lol
[2026-04-07 09:40:00] Dave: lol… that guy doesn’t know how to do annnnything!!
[2026-04-07 09:41:00] Dave: YESSS! 6 INCHES
[2026-04-07 09:41:00] Dave: HAHAHAA
[2026-04-07 09:41:00] Sam Willis: Hehehehe
[2026-04-07 09:41:00] Dave: And don’t call it “vagina”. Say “puusssy” 😏
[2026-04-07 09:42:00] Sam Willis: Don’t tell me what to do!
[2026-04-07 09:42:00] Dave: Ha! Omg. I double and triple check the recipient on voice messages 😅😅😅
[2026-04-07 09:43:00] Sam Willis: It’s just under no circumstances can you call it my kitty. Not my jam.
[2026-04-07 09:43:00] Dave: Trump is such a good Christian candidate 😇
[2026-04-07 09:45:00] Dave: You actually used the 🐱 emoji yesterday and when I replied I almost called it that! But I was like nooope. Weird, and I know she doesn’t like it. Not sure why she used the kitty emoji 🤔… but whatever 🤷‍♂️
[2026-04-07 09:45:00] Dave: You actually used the 🐱 emoji yesterday and when I replied I almost called it that! But I was like nooope. Weird, and I know she doesn’t like it. Not sure why she used the kitty emoji 🤔… but whatever 🤷‍♂️
[2026-04-07 09:48:00] Sam Willis: Bc it was just easy
[2026-04-07 09:48:00] Sam Willis: Listen you make like everything an acronym
[2026-04-07 09:48:00] Sam Willis: Give me this!!
[2026-04-07 09:48:00] Sam Willis: 🤭
[2026-04-07 09:50:00] Dave: You can definitely have this, baby 😘
[2026-04-07 10:33:00] Sam Willis: When do you think I should have the convo with Stephen about if I can realistically transfer? 😩😬
[2026-04-07 10:37:00] Dave: Ideally? When you have a job offer from somewhere else.
[2026-04-07 10:37:00] Sam Willis: What!!!
[2026-04-07 10:37:00] Sam Willis: Why would I go through all that if I can transfer!!!
[2026-04-07 10:37:00] Dave: So if he says no, say: then here’s my resignation you little bitch
[2026-04-07 10:37:00] Sam Willis: Ugh you’re not wrong. Godddddd
[2026-04-07 10:39:00] Dave: 1. Because you might find something legitimately better, and 2. You can use it as a bargaining chip if you still reeeeally want to stay
[2026-04-07 10:40:00] Dave: But there’s also some merit to asking ahead of time. e.g. to avoid all the BS of finding another gig. But then you show your hand.
[2026-04-07 10:40:00] Sam Willis: I know 😩😩😩😩
[2026-04-07 10:40:00] Sam Willis: Do you see my dilemma?!?!
[2026-04-07 10:40:00] Dave: Oh 💯
[2026-04-07 10:41:00] Dave: I’d encourage you to suck it up buttercup and try to find another job there.
[2026-04-07 10:41:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: OK, but like you have a conversation about transferring right I mean, obviously you were going from like totally remote to a place where there's an office but like what conversation did you have because I'm assuming you talk to work and like Ask like if there would be a seat there right oh my God how dare you encourage me to suck it up
[2026-04-07 10:41:00] Dave: When I got this job?
[2026-04-07 10:42:00] Sam Willis: When you moved from VA to TX
[2026-04-07 10:42:00] Dave: No, that was mandatory
[2026-04-07 10:42:00] Sam Willis: Or hell Omaha to VA
[2026-04-07 10:42:00] Dave: There was no conversation
[2026-04-07 10:42:00] Sam Willis: What?!?
[2026-04-07 10:42:00] Sam Willis: Mandatory from who!
[2026-04-07 10:42:00] Dave: Omaha to VA was different
[2026-04-07 10:42:00] Sam Willis: Explain everything please lol
[2026-04-07 10:43:00] Dave: VA to TX was: this job requires you to be at a HQ.
[2026-04-07 10:43:00] Dave: Take it or don’t
[2026-04-07 10:43:00] Sam Willis: But you already had the job I thought??
[2026-04-07 10:43:00] Sam Willis: Or this was when you went from audit to second line?
[2026-04-07 10:45:00] Dave: When I went from Omaha to VA. That was with TDA, before Covid. My boss already knew I was moving to VA when Juliet was finished PA school so HE actually turned me on to the audit gig, which was just regular old full time remote - because they were fine with that.
[2026-04-07 10:45:00] Dave: That way I could stay with the company.
[2026-04-07 10:46:00] Dave: I couldn’t do the current job at the time remotely.
[2026-04-07 10:46:00] Dave: I mean, I could but they didn’t want someone remote.
[2026-04-07 10:46:00] Sam Willis: That was the security event center stuff?
[2026-04-07 10:46:00] Dave: Don’t forget check in today!!
[2026-04-07 10:47:00] Dave: When can we do it? You’re schedule is abnormal today so lmk what looks good
[2026-04-07 10:52:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Yeah I think I get out of that training so yeah I think I get out of the training around 3:30 and I have a long drive but I gotta go get the stuff But maybe I can call you around 5:30 your time like as soon as I get out so then we could knock it out before Juliette gets home sound like a plan let's let's plan on that. I guess cause the rest of the day is a total shit show.
[2026-04-07 10:53:00] Dave: Yep, sounds good!
[2026-04-07 11:30:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Some idiot asked copilot to create a mouse juggler script for him What in the world are people thinking like do they not think that that can be seen for sake?
[2026-04-07 12:01:00] Dave: Omg
[2026-04-07 12:02:00] Dave: What the actual fuck
[2026-04-07 12:02:00] Sam Willis: Atleast this insider oversight role is highly entertaining
[2026-04-07 12:02:00] Dave: Evidently lol
[2026-04-07 12:02:00] Sam Willis: Even worse. It’s someone in STS
[2026-04-07 12:03:00] Sam Willis: Like that should know better
[2026-04-07 12:03:00] Dave: WHAAAT!! HAHAHAH
[2026-04-07 12:03:00] Dave: Maybe they’re “testing” to see if it’s secure lol
[2026-04-07 12:04:00] Sam Willis: Perhaps. We shall see
[2026-04-07 12:04:00] Sam Willis: Doubtful though
[2026-04-07 12:04:00] Dave: Just one on oned with Eric. Apparently Chris is still in limbo afa what job he’s taking/doing/idek.
[2026-04-07 12:05:00] Dave: You heard anything about that?
[2026-04-07 12:05:00] Sam Willis: Sooooo Chris told me he had an interview with the COE and is just waiting to hear back
[2026-04-07 12:05:00] Sam Willis: And should know this week
[2026-04-07 12:05:00] Sam Willis: But shhhh
[2026-04-07 12:05:00] Dave: Ohhh really…
[2026-04-07 12:05:00] Sam Willis: You didn’t know?
[2026-04-07 12:05:00] Sam Willis: I thought you were the one who originally told me he interviewed with them
[2026-04-07 12:05:00] Dave: Eric told me last week that Chris was already offered the job and WERE all waiting on HIM
[2026-04-07 12:06:00] Sam Willis: Let me voice message in a moment
[2026-04-07 12:12:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Oh, I temporarily forgot that I was supposed to message you back anyway so apparently yes Chris was a preferred candidate on the posting and then you still have to have the post up for like three days though and somebody else came in and applied so Like the sea, we had to do their due diligence and interview that person which I think just happened like the other day yesterday I don't know so anyway So I think he's just waiting for that to be done and then I'm sure he'll probably take that role. Also, he said that star is like still doing. All the metric stuff like why did start get moved to Eric's team and not just go with the metrics to the sea that makes no sense so anyway so then what are you guys gonna do hire another person or pull from another team or what?
[2026-04-07 12:19:00] Dave: Ohhh, interesting. Maybe Eric doesn’t know wtf he’s talking about. Because he just said that Chris has all the eyes on him right now, including the new boss’s 👀
[2026-04-07 12:20:00] Sam Willis: What does that mean
[2026-04-07 12:20:00] Sam Willis: Like in a good way?
[2026-04-07 12:20:00] Sam Willis: Like everyone wants him?
[2026-04-07 12:20:00] Dave: No like not in a good way
[2026-04-07 12:21:00] Sam Willis: Eeep
[2026-04-07 12:21:00] Dave: And no I’m not to old for a furry you twat
[2026-04-07 12:21:00] Dave: Furby
[2026-04-07 12:21:00] Sam Willis: Lmaoooo
[2026-04-07 12:21:00] Dave: But no, I don’t have one
[2026-04-07 12:21:00] Dave: And yeah, I think I was actually to old
[2026-04-07 12:22:00] Dave: But I wouldn’t have wanted one anyway
[2026-04-07 12:23:00] Dave: I learned about them from a South Park episode
[2026-04-07 12:26:00] Sam Willis: Oh, you for sure were lol
[2026-04-07 12:26:00] Sam Willis: Oh, you for sure were lol
[2026-04-07 12:27:00] Sam Willis: You were born in 80 or 81? Or 79? Ah!! I think it was either 79 or 80
[2026-04-07 12:29:00] Dave: 79
[2026-04-07 12:29:00] Dave: What job is Chris applying for
[2026-04-07 12:30:00] Sam Willis: The posting isn’t up but supposedly he would be like an AI architect
[2026-04-07 12:30:00] Sam Willis: Ok so this June you will turn 47? Is that right?
[2026-04-07 12:30:00] Dave: And I have no idea what we’re gonna do lol
[2026-04-07 12:30:00] Dave: Sounds right
[2026-04-07 12:30:00] Sam Willis: The posting isn’t up but supposedly he would be like an AI architect
[2026-04-07 12:31:00] Sam Willis: Don’t be asking him about this!! I was told in confidence. Hmph.
[2026-04-07 12:31:00] Dave: Durrr
[2026-04-07 12:32:00] Sam Willis: OK so we are 46 and 37 right now. Or something. I think? Look at us. So sexy. Hehehe
[2026-04-07 12:32:00] Sam Willis: OK so we are 46 and 37 right now. Or something. I think? Look at us. So sexy. Hehehe
[2026-04-07 12:32:00] Dave: SO SO sexy
[2026-04-07 12:33:00] Sam Willis: I still think of you as 42 though bc that’s how old you were when we started talking lol
[2026-04-07 12:36:00] Dave: I don’t think of an age for you at all
[2026-04-07 12:37:00] Sam Willis: Really??
[2026-04-07 12:38:00] Dave: Yeah. Not on my radar at all
[2026-04-07 12:43:00] Sam Willis: Interesting
[2026-04-07 12:43:00] Sam Willis: So I could be 22 for all you care
[2026-04-07 12:43:00] Sam Willis: 😜
[2026-04-07 12:55:00] Dave: You just are who you are. Granted, a number of years of experience makes you who you are, so it’s unlikely a 22 year old would have that.
[2026-04-07 13:42:00] Sam Willis: So many mistakes were just made
[2026-04-07 13:42:00] Sam Willis: Water all in my center console
[2026-04-07 13:42:00] Dave: Oh noooo!
[2026-04-07 13:42:00] Dave: At least it’s just water though right
[2026-04-07 13:45:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: There's so much fucking construction at the office. It is so stupid and I'm all I'm all messed up because there's all this construction and then my water bottle wasn't properly secured in. The cupholder actually doesn't even really fully fit and then when I drink out of the water bottle, I don't. Put the lid on it like you know the little cat thingy it's just kind of hanging open and so when I turned, and then it fell over and then I This little thing in Mason console it's like you know a little N-word thing and now it's just full of pool butter I mean it is just water but it's looking At least I didn't get shit all over me considering I'm on my way to this fucking training/networking/bullshit bullshit Anyway, are you home or are you like legitimately in the office?
[2026-04-07 13:46:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Also dude, the other pool guy that I'm trying to get a fucking estimate from the one who didn't come yesterday. He was supposed to come today at 10:30 and he has not come and I have not heard from him so like I'm done there's this is stupid and if you tell me, oh I texted you again and it's not my fucking problem. It didn't send. But idiot oh my God, oh God I just got What a day OK, I'm gonna focus on driving now bye
[2026-04-07 13:53:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Actually, no I have more to say so I just was on a call with Stephen and his directs and I brought up like the promotion path for 58 cause I was like you know people see all the 60 non-people leaders you know so many of them were just let go and like so what is the pass forward for the 58 if we're not promoting to 59 because allegedly there's no difference between 58 and 59 It like is the only option to hold out for a people leader 60 roll and he's like no like there's still a parking lot for non-people leader 60s it's just at the parking lot got a lot smaller and then he goes on to say that and 59s are still a thing like we can still promote 59. I'm like you literally told me two years ago that were no longer going to promote to 59 because that role is essentially going to go away because there really isn't any difference between a 58 and a 59? And I'm like there are people on my team that should be 59 like they should be something more than what they are and he's like oh I don't think I ever said that about the 59 and Rachel Medland's also want to call and she's like yeah you did and he's like oh no and I'm like you're just a fucking dick. Oh, I'm mad for my people. And I'm mad at myself for not like better advocating with this fucked twat or advocating for them with this fuck twat anyway he's such a fucking tool like I am ready for him to move on. Good fucking riddance like Brian is. So fucking annoying, but at least he would go to that hard for his people, but Steven is just like Such a douche
[2026-04-07 13:56:00] Dave: Fuck that construction
[2026-04-07 13:56:00] Dave: And fuck you not putting the lid on the bottle
[2026-04-07 13:56:00] Dave: No I’m home
[2026-04-07 13:57:00] Dave: lol, that pool guy sounds like a loser
[2026-04-07 13:57:00] Dave: You’re a mess lol
[2026-04-07 13:57:00] Sam Willis: Always lol
[2026-04-07 13:57:00] Dave: Lmao promotion path…
[2026-04-07 13:59:00] Dave: Lmao - Rachel
[2026-04-07 13:59:00] Dave: I can hear her saying uhh, yea you did with her deep ass voice
[2026-04-07 13:59:00] Sam Willis: She also has no respect for Stephen. Knows he’s basically worthless
[2026-04-07 13:59:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: You got me thinking like OK so I've been hesitant to like find a new job because for some reason I have it in my head that I'm actually getting paid like really really well and like I do think I'm getting paid really well and I'm like worried that you know I'm gonna have to take a pay cut to leave but like is that true probably not maybe not who knows so anyway like you know I could just get a new job and you know Find a remote job like I'm subscribed to these listings for Indy and like there's tons of remote jobs still and like I could totally do that and I have to worry about you know the moving back-and-forth and all the bullshit and like yeah OK, so I need to prioritize getting on my shit that is what I need to do Anyway, I just keep thinking like seriously fuck Steven and also like fuck at this point like they're kind of douche. It's all like a fucking boys club. It feels like too. It's getting gross.
[2026-04-07 13:59:00] Sam Willis: She also has no respect for Stephen. Knows he’s basically worthless
[2026-04-07 14:01:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Yeah, I definitely think you should be looking for other jobs If for no other reason then to It would be great if you even better like if you were to find another job get an offer and then tell Steven look I'll you know what can you do for me? I need to work and wherever remote or not remote but like in this office and like if he like actually went to that for you and like try and work real hard to get it approved and figured it out and then you were just like no never mind motherfucker fuck you. That would be great
[2026-04-07 14:02:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: And yeah, like I don't know how much you make but like typically you, I mean, you should get like more than what you're currently make for some kind of comparable job like I wouldn't think you'd have to take a fake cut. Well I mean, don't know are you looking for a leadership role or an individual contributor type thing that's a whole thing too
[2026-04-07 14:02:00] Sam Willis: Hed literally never go to bat for me
[2026-04-07 14:03:00] Sam Willis: I’m totally remembering that I got like only a 3% raise for my director promotion
[2026-04-07 14:03:00] Sam Willis: What a joke
[2026-04-07 14:03:00] Dave: Being a woman doesn’t help, like you said
[2026-04-07 14:03:00] Sam Willis: But I am like a baby director
[2026-04-07 14:03:00] Sam Willis: And the bonus is so good
[2026-04-07 14:03:00] Sam Willis: Ugh
[2026-04-07 14:03:00] Dave: Probably makes Stephen feel like a real big man lol
[2026-04-07 14:05:00] Dave: lol… Foye’s facial expressions are priceless
[2026-04-07 14:06:00] Dave: Even just when idle
[2026-04-07 14:07:00] Sam Willis: Oh yea. I love it
[2026-04-07 16:02:00] Sam Willis: I am cold. I am bored. My knee hurts.
[2026-04-07 16:02:00] Sam Willis: So to make me happy, I’m thinking about you naked. Hehe
[2026-04-07 16:03:00] Dave: I was gonna say!.. I’ll warm you up in 4 days 21 hours and 10 mins 😏🥵
[2026-04-07 16:04:00] Sam Willis: we are getting SO CLOSE!!
[2026-04-07 16:04:00] Dave: What are you up to? That training or whateve?
[2026-04-07 16:04:00] Sam Willis: Yes. In this training
[2026-04-07 16:04:00] Sam Willis: It’s all a sales pitch
[2026-04-07 16:04:00] Sam Willis: Literally demos
[2026-04-07 16:04:00] Sam Willis: I mean, it’s fancy and cool but like
[2026-04-07 16:04:00] Dave: Ugh
[2026-04-07 16:05:00] Dave: Some shit you don’t have the authority to buy even if you wanted to lll
[2026-04-07 16:05:00] Dave: lol
[2026-04-07 16:05:00] Sam Willis: Exactly lol
[2026-04-07 16:08:00] Sam Willis: What are you up to
[2026-04-07 16:09:00] Dave: Messing around with my website while I’m waiting on the insurance agent to call to talk to Emerson about the wreck
[2026-04-07 16:09:00] Sam Willis: Is the other insurance company being stupid?
[2026-04-07 16:09:00] Dave: Yeah, of course.
[2026-04-07 16:10:00] Sam Willis: Fucking assholes
[2026-04-07 16:11:00] Dave: The guy told me today that when he interviewed the other driver she literally said she didn’t look to her right when she made the right hand turn after which she ran into Emerson 😑 bruh
[2026-04-07 16:12:00] Dave: Other insurance said they aren’t paying, ours is like: that’s dumb, it’s clearly their driver’s fault, we should surely win when it goes to arbitration.
[2026-04-07 16:26:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Oh my God, I can't do it. We could not stay for another fucking hour plus like literally. The whole thing was just sales. It was so painful.
[2026-04-07 16:29:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I got cut off cause somebody was calling but anyway first off that is fucking bullshit about the goddamn insurance. I swear to God why can't anything ever be easy? It's like these people live just fight about shit so annoying. I'm mad for you on your behalf. Anyway, OK I was saying I could not take it anymore. I could I couldn't and I was so cold and I don't do well in the cold like that anyway with the AC blasting on me. So I told Rich I'm like OK like like we should go and she's like should we and I'm like yes if you need to do it right now what we have this like 10 minute break grab a snack and we run but I did grab a snack out of course Dude, dude the next session for another hour was going to be their product roadmap literally kill me literally why would anybody? Be interested I don't fucking know Anyway, I do take points. Very good company, though. I should check their job site for listing but I don't wanna listen that your product roadmap, bro when I don't even know what all Schwab has I know we have proof tap And like some of the other email security bullshit, but I don't know if we have all the other cool shit that they were showing problems not so yeah Holy fuck that was just so fucking long oh my God, the guys voice, the technical salesperson. His voice sounded like he had been smoking cigarettes for decades. Anyway All this if you want to check in now, I am free as I try to find my clicking Chapstick. Oh, I also. I ran into Jordan there who you don't know he used to lead the red team and then he let the sock and then he led the damn team and anyway he left like a year ago but saw him so I never worked and I'm done and I feel good about it and yeah That is all. Let me know if you want to check in.
[2026-04-07 16:36:00] Sam Willis: I have about a 45 min check in window right now
[2026-04-07 16:46:00] Dave: Was on the phone with insurance listening now
[2026-04-07 16:47:00] Dave: Roadmaps lmao
[2026-04-07 16:47:00] Sam Willis: It’s just me venting lol
[2026-04-07 16:47:00] Dave: Yeah proof point is good
[2026-04-07 16:47:00] Dave: Will call when done
[2026-04-07 16:47:00] Dave: Listening
[2026-04-07 16:47:00] Sam Willis: Well you can’t call me remember lol
[2026-04-07 16:48:00] Dave: What’s up with that
[2026-04-07 16:48:00] Sam Willis: You said it’s the email thing
[2026-04-07 17:53:00] Sam Willis: Hope these are yummy
[2026-04-07 17:54:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-07 17:54:00] Dave: They won’t be as yummy as you 😏
[2026-04-07 17:54:00] Dave: But I bet they’ll still be pretty good
[2026-04-07 17:55:00] Sam Willis: I’m putting them in a package with other candy lol
[2026-04-07 17:55:00] Sam Willis: Don’t eat all my candy!! Bring it with you.
[2026-04-07 17:58:00] Dave: I’ll save a couple for you
[2026-04-07 17:59:00] Sam Willis: Absolutely tf not
[2026-04-07 18:00:00] Dave: You don’t want any? Ok 🤷‍♂️
[2026-04-07 18:11:00] Sam Willis: You will save all for me
[2026-04-07 18:11:00] Sam Willis: Also. I didn’t take note of any tracking ID 😬 do you have?
[2026-04-07 18:11:00] Sam Willis: I just dropped it off
[2026-04-07 18:11:00] Sam Willis: AHHHHH!!!
[2026-04-07 18:11:00] Dave: Yeah I have it
[2026-04-07 18:12:00] Dave: Congratulations on being a drug mule
[2026-04-07 18:12:00] Sam Willis: Also. You are going to laugh so hard when you see what I did with them lmao
[2026-04-07 18:12:00] Sam Willis: I can’t wait
[2026-04-07 18:12:00] Sam Willis: I’m not even going to tell you lol
[2026-04-07 18:12:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-07 18:12:00] Dave: Ok… you have my attention 🤪
[2026-04-07 18:13:00] Sam Willis: Also. There’s only 9. 9!! So I will know if you took any without me. Lol
[2026-04-07 18:13:00] Dave: wtf. Why 9 lol
[2026-04-07 18:13:00] Sam Willis: That’s all there is!
[2026-04-07 18:13:00] Sam Willis: Potent!
[2026-04-07 18:14:00] Dave: But that’s a stupid number
[2026-04-07 18:14:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-07 18:14:00] Dave: Why not just make it 10
[2026-04-07 18:14:00] Sam Willis: I dunno man, but it worked out with how I packed it lol
[2026-04-07 18:14:00] Sam Willis: 8 actually would have been best but I made it work
[2026-04-07 18:15:00] Sam Willis: And then you get random candy. Lol. I didn’t want all my nerds tasting like weed so I split them up and just packed them still for funsies
[2026-04-07 18:16:00] Sam Willis: Oh and some hi chews 😜
[2026-04-07 18:16:00] Dave: I’ve never had hi chews
[2026-04-07 18:16:00] Sam Willis: Oh man!! I should have packed more then!
[2026-04-07 18:37:00] Sam Willis: I expect multiple updates daily on the status of that way lol
[2026-04-07 18:43:00] Dave: You’re cuttin it close 😅🤞
[2026-04-07 18:44:00] Dave: 9405536207668274925208
[2026-04-07 18:48:00] Sam Willis: Shitttttt
[2026-04-07 18:50:00] Sam Willis: So today’s workout challenge is to do a workout and get 426 reps, however you wanna do it, so long as you get 426 in. It’s for the rescues dog that’s been there the longest (426 days, obvi) but FML.
[2026-04-07 18:50:00] Sam Willis: So Claude made me a workout
[2026-04-07 18:51:00] Sam Willis: I said low to medium impact. Hahaha
[2026-04-07 18:54:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-07 20:01:00] Dave: So do you do this at the gym or just on your own?
[2026-04-07 20:01:00] Dave: Have you done it?
[2026-04-07 20:01:00] Sam Willis: I just did it on my own. I canceled class tonight bc I was tired and wasn’t sure when I would be home lol
[2026-04-07 20:02:00] Sam Willis: But yea I finished it 💪
[2026-04-07 20:05:00] Dave: What if we hang out instead of having sex right away and you decide you don’t like me anymore?
[2026-04-07 20:06:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-07 20:06:00] Sam Willis: You’re literally my best friend
[2026-04-07 20:06:00] Sam Willis: So stfu, dummy
[2026-04-07 20:08:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-07 20:10:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: So what I love your little snort You were laughing, but also that's hilarious that you just figured out it could go both ways I love you. You're so cute and I can't wait to see you and you're definitely my best friend too.
[2026-04-07 20:10:00] Sam Willis: Eeeee!!! I’m so so excited
[2026-04-07 20:11:00] Sam Willis: Did I snort? Lol 🤷‍♀️
[2026-04-07 20:12:00] Sam Willis: Are you worried you might feel this about me?!?
[2026-04-07 20:12:00] Sam Willis: Are you worried you might feel this about me?!?
[2026-04-07 20:13:00] Dave: Hahaha, noooo. I was just thinking back to some of your silly nervous questions like that from last time, and noticed there has been none of that this time
[2026-04-07 20:18:00] Sam Willis: Hehehe
[2026-04-07 20:18:00] Sam Willis: I’m feeling so good this time!
[2026-04-07 20:19:00] Sam Willis: Which now that we are talking about it…makes me nervous…🤔
[2026-04-07 20:19:00] Dave: Hahaha omg
[2026-04-07 20:19:00] Sam Willis: Like, what am I not thinking about?! What scenario is not running through my mind that should be?!??
[2026-04-07 20:20:00] Sam Willis: What if we got too cocky?!? And aren’t being careful enough?? Ahhh! 😱
[2026-04-07 20:20:00] Dave: Nothing! You’re actually being chill and enjoying a great thing you know you deserve 🥰🥰🥰
[2026-04-07 20:22:00] Sam Willis: I love it
[2026-04-07 20:22:00] Sam Willis: Bro I hope those gummies don’t like…melt.
[2026-04-07 20:23:00] Sam Willis: Sigh. It’ll be fine
[2026-04-07 20:23:00] Sam Willis: But they were like…slightly more firm than jello lol
[2026-04-07 20:27:00] Dave: How do you think they got to the place?
[2026-04-07 20:28:00] Dave: In a truck that sat out in the heat for days
[2026-04-07 20:29:00] Sam Willis: Hmmm maybe fair
[2026-04-07 21:13:00] Dave: Bruh. You need to watch DTF
[2026-04-07 21:15:00] Sam Willis: Ahh I knowwwwww
[2026-04-07 21:15:00] Sam Willis: I still didn’t finish episode 1
[2026-04-07 21:15:00] Sam Willis: 😬😬
[2026-04-07 21:32:00] Dave: It’s actually really good.
[2026-04-07 21:32:00] Dave: Aside from the whole capital A thing
[2026-04-07 21:37:00] Dave: Alright magnificent princess, I’m in bed and about to call it a night to dream about you 🥰
[2026-04-07 21:38:00] Dave: 4 days from right now we might almost be in bed together 🫠
[2026-04-07 21:39:00] Sam Willis: Oh, that’s not the best part?? lol
[2026-04-07 21:39:00] Sam Willis: And I hope you will have FINALLY had sex with 😜
[2026-04-07 21:39:00] Sam Willis: Oh, that’s not the best part?? lol
[2026-04-07 21:39:00] Sam Willis: And I hope you will have FINALLY had sex with 😜
[2026-04-07 21:40:00] Dave: …We’ll see
[2026-04-07 21:40:00] Sam Willis: You are. I get it.
[2026-04-07 21:40:00] Dave: 😜
[2026-04-07 21:40:00] Sam Willis: You are. I get it.
[2026-04-07 21:40:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-07 21:40:00] Dave: LMAO
[2026-04-07 21:41:00] Sam Willis: Hehehe. Anyway. Good night sexy. Love you so so soooooo much
[2026-04-07 21:41:00] Dave: I just actually laughed out loud 🤭
[2026-04-07 21:41:00] Sam Willis: Yassss
[2026-04-07 21:41:00] Dave: I love you sweetpea! And I can’t wait to talk to you tomorrow
[2026-04-07 21:42:00] Dave: And I talk a big game but, I might not be able to help myself from just…taking you… as soon as I see you 😈
[2026-04-07 21:43:00] Dave: NN love 💕
[2026-04-07 21:43:00] Sam Willis: <no text>

The package arrived at 10:14 a.m. Tuesday, and Dave knew what it was before he opened it because Sam had texted him a photo of the box wrapped in three layers of tape with a drawing of a dog on it and the words fragile, edible, sue me.

He set it on the kitchen counter and didn't open it.

He waited until the evening, until he'd showered and eaten and the light had gone low and the house was that particular quiet that only happens on a weeknight when you live alone and you're thinking about someone a thousand miles away. He poured a finger of bourbon. He called her on FaceTime. He let her see him crack the tape with a key.

"You got it." She was in bed already, her hair wet from the shower, wearing one of his shirts — he registered it immediately, the neck too big, the collar pulled off one shoulder. "Oh my god, please tell me they didn't melt."

"They didn't melt." He held one up. Pink, sugared, slightly soft at the edges. "You packed Hi-Chews."

"I should've packed more. I panicked at CVS."

"Mess."

"Shut up." But she was smiling, that small private smile she only wore for him, the one that had four years inside it.

He set the phone on the counter, propped against the coffee maker, so she could see him from the chest up. He unwrapped one of the gummies. He did not eat it.

"Sweetpea."

"Mm."

"Take the shirt off."

She went still. Her eyes flicked up, and he watched the exact moment the evening turned — the softness tightening, the attention sharpening, the small inhale through her nose that meant yes, Sir before she'd said it.

"Yes, Sir."

She sat up. She pulled the shirt over her head slowly because she knew he liked to watch her do things slowly, and she dropped it beside her on the bed, and she waited. Naked in his shirt had been Monday. Naked without it was tonight.

"Lie back."

She lay back.

"Legs open."

She opened them. The phone on her end was propped somewhere at her hip — he could see her from the sternum down, the slight rise and fall of her stomach, the shadow between her thighs, the slick already there because she'd been thinking about this since the mail tracking said delivered.

He held the gummy up to his own camera.

"I'm going to eat this," he said. "And then I'm going to do something for you. You're not going to touch yourself. You're not going to move. You're going to lie there and listen to me and feel what I tell you to feel. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

He put the gummy on his tongue. She watched him chew. She watched him swallow. He took a sip of bourbon after, and she made a small sound in her throat that wasn't quite a word.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Sam."

"I just — you know what it does to me when you do things slow."

"I know."

He waited. He let the silence sit. He watched her thighs twitch closed half an inch and then deliberately open again, and he smiled because she was already doing the work of obeying before he'd asked.

"I'm not going to touch you tonight," he said. "Not with my hands. Not with a toy. I'm not going to turn anything on. You're going to come because I tell you to, with nothing on your body but the air in that room and my voice. Do you understand what I'm asking?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm going to come from your voice."

"And what else."

She breathed out. "And whatever you put in my head."

"Good girl."

He took another sip. He let the bourbon sit on his tongue. He thought about how he'd described her to herself that afternoon — delicious reminder — and how she'd gone quiet on the line for three full seconds before she'd typed you're going to ruin me on Friday. He was going to ruin her on Friday. Tonight was the warm-up, the tuning, the slow dial of her back toward him so she'd be pitched right when he walked through the door.

"Close your eyes."

She closed them.

"Tell me where you are."

"In bed."

"No. Where you are. On Friday."

A pause. Her mouth parted. "The hotel."

"Which room."

"The one with the big window. The kitchen one."

"Good. You've been waiting. How long have you been waiting?"

"All day."

"What are you wearing."

"Your shirt. Nothing else."

"What did I say to you when I came in."

"That I wasn't allowed to touch you yet."

"That's right." He watched her stomach flutter. "And you listened. You stood there in the kitchen with your hands at your sides and you let me look at you. Do you remember what you looked like."

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"I was —" her throat moved. "I was wet already. You could see it on my thighs."

"Yes, you could. You were dripping before I'd touched you. Before I'd even kissed you. Do you know what that does to me."

"Tell me."

"It makes me want to put my mouth on you until you can't remember your name. It makes me want to fuck you with my tongue until you're crying. That's what seeing you like that does to me. That's what thinking about your pussy for three weeks does to me. Are you listening."

"Yes, Sir."

"Hand on your stomach."

She put her hand on her stomach. The muscles there were trembling, small involuntary flickers, and he watched them for a moment because it was one of his favorite things — the way her body told on her before her voice did.

"Slide it down. Slow. Just to your hip. Not lower."

She slid it down.

"Feel how warm you are."

She made a sound.

"Don't touch your cunt, sweetpea. I didn't say you could. Just your hip. Feel how your skin is hot there. Feel how close you are to where you want to be and how you can't have it yet."

"Sir —"

"I know. I know. Stay there."

He could see her pulse in her throat. He could see her thighs shifting restlessly against each other, the shine on the inside of them catching the lamplight, and he had to press the heel of his hand against himself through his jeans because four years had not made this easier. Four years had made it worse. Four years had built an architecture inside him where every small sound she made struck a specific chord and played it.

"Open your legs wider."

She opened them wider.

"Wider."

She opened them wider.

"Good girl. Now — listen to me. I want you to imagine my mouth on you. I'm not going to tell you to touch. You don't need to. I want you to feel it. Right there, right where you're aching. My tongue, flat and slow, from your hole all the way up. Can you feel it."

"Yes."

"Again. Slower this time. I'm taking my time. I've got you by the thighs and I'm holding you open and I'm not letting you close your legs no matter how much you shake. Feel it."

Her hips lifted off the bed half an inch. Her hand on her stomach clenched into a fist.

"I didn't say move."

"I'm sorry —"

"Put your hips down."

She put them down.

"Again. My tongue. Right on your clit this time. Circling. The way you like. The way that makes you —"

"Please —"

"The way that makes you beg. That's right. Beg for me."

"Please, Sir."

"Please what."

"Please let me come."

"Not yet."

"Sir —"

"Not yet, Sam. I'm still eating you. I'm not done. I've got two fingers in you now. Feel it. Curled up. Pressing exactly where you need. And my mouth is still on your clit and I'm not stopping and you're not coming until I say."

Her whole body was trembling. Not performing trembling — the real kind, the kind he'd learned to recognize, the kind that meant her nervous system had handed the keys over to him and was just along for the ride. Her hand was still on her stomach. She had not disobeyed. She had not moved it an inch. And she was so wet he could see it now, pooled beneath her, and she had not been touched.

"You're so good," he said, and his voice had gone low and quiet, the voice he used for the parts that mattered. "You're being so good for me. Do you know that."

"Yes, Sir."

"Say it."

"I'm being good for you."

"You are. You're my best girl. You're my best friend. You know that, right."

Something broke a little in her face. The thing she'd said Tuesday morning — you're literally my best friend, so stfu, dummy — he was giving it back to her now, underneath, where it belonged.

"I know," she whispered.

"Are you close."

"Yes —"

"Hand stays where it is. Don't touch yourself. You're going to come like this. From me. From what's in your head. Can you do that for me."

"I don't — I don't know —"

"You can. You've done harder things than this. Feel my mouth. Feel my fingers. Feel me holding you open and not letting you go. Feel how I'm not going to stop until you come for me. You're going to come right now, sweetpea. Right now. Give it to me."

Her back arched. Her mouth opened around a sound that wasn't a word — a high, thin, cracked-open sound he'd heard maybe a dozen times in four years, the sound that meant she'd gone past language — and her thighs slammed shut around nothing, and her hand on her stomach clenched and held, and she came. Untouched. Shaking. The muscles in her abdomen seizing visibly, her hips lifting and dropping and lifting again, a wet sound somewhere he couldn't quite locate, her breath sobbing out of her in broken pieces.

He watched. He didn't speak through it. He let her have it.

When she came back she was crying a little, the soft kind, not the sad kind. Her hand had drifted finally to the inside of her thigh and was resting there, slack.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi." Her voice was wrecked. "Oh my god."

"You okay."

"Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Yes." A laugh, small and shaky. "You are not allowed to do that to me on a Tuesday."

"I did though."

"You did."

"Put the shirt back on."

She reached for it. Her hands were still trembling. She got it over her head eventually, clumsy, and settled back against the pillows, and pulled the comforter up, and looked at the camera like she was trying to climb through it.

"Two more days," he said.

"Two more days."

"I'm not going to be able to help myself."

"I know. I'm counting on it."

He picked up another gummy. He didn't eat this one. He set it on the counter beside the phone like a small pink promise.

"Go to sleep, sweetpea."

"Stay on till I do?"

"I'll stay on."

She closed her eyes. Her breathing slowed. He watched her face on the screen, soft again now, unguarded, the one version of her nobody else got to see — and he kept the line open long after she was asleep, just because he could, just because Friday was still two days away and this was the closest he could get.

The lighthouse had been empty since the last keeper went into the water in '52, and tonight Sam was climbing the spiral with a lantern in one hand and a revolver in the other.

The stairs were wet. Everything in this place was wet — the iron banisters sweating brine, the mortar between the stones weeping slow as old wounds. Rain slapped the lantern glass outside. Below her the North Atlantic hammered the rocks in a rhythm that felt like something breathing. She could smell kelp and rust and the cold green throat of the sea, and under all of it the faint cedar-and-paper smell of the keeper's log she'd already found on the desk in the base room, open to a last entry that read simply: he is here again.

Upstairs, someone was moving.

She stopped on the landing and listened. Not the wind. Not the pulse of the lamp — the lamp was dead, had been dead since the Coast Guard wrote this rock off. A footstep. Then another. Careful. The kind of careful a man learns when he has been a hunter and a hunted thing and no longer bothers to separate the two.

"Dave," she said. Not loud. The stairwell carried it.

The footsteps stopped.

"Virginia." His voice came down to her like something slow-poured. "Put the gun down before you shoot me, sweetpea."

"Put yours down first."

"Mine's already holstered."

"Liar."

A soft laugh, and then the unmistakable click of leather. She came up the last turn with the lantern held out and found him at the top, hands open, rain still running off his coat in long silver lines. Bald head beaded with wet. A cut at his temple she hadn't put there. He looked at her the way he always looked at her — like she was the only warm thing for a hundred miles and he had walked every one of them.

"You're late," she said.

"Ferry got scuttled."

"By who?"

"By me." He tipped his head toward the seaward window. "They were on it. They aren't anymore."

She let the revolver drop to her side. The lantern swung. The light threw their shadows up the curved wall and made them one shape, then two, then one again.

"The book's downstairs," she said. "I found it."

"Does it say what we thought?"

"It says worse."

He looked at her a long moment. The storm threw a fistful of rain at the window behind him. Somewhere below, iron groaned against iron as the sea pushed the door they'd barred.

"Then it can wait till morning," Dave said.

"Dave —"

"Virginia. Look at me." He took the lantern from her hand, set it on the sill. Took the revolver next and laid it beside the lantern with the care of a man setting down something he'd rather not. "The men who wanted that book are at the bottom of the channel. The men who sent them don't know yet. We've got one night where nobody in the world knows where we are. One. And I rowed through a goddamn nor'easter to get to you."

She'd been holding herself together with the posture of the job — shoulders square, jaw set, the professional stillness she wore like a second coat. It cracked. He saw it crack. He always saw.

"I was scared," she said. Quiet. "When the ferry didn't come in, I thought —"

"I know."

"Don't I know me, you bastard."

"I know, sweetpea."

He pulled her in by the front of her jacket, and she let him, and the wet wool of his coat pressed cold against her cheek for one second before his mouth found hers and nothing was cold anymore. He kissed her like he'd been rehearsing it the whole crossing. Salt on his lips. Blood from the cut at his temple where her thumb came away red when she reached up to hold his face. She made a sound into his mouth that was half relief and half something angrier, something that had been waiting three weeks at a window watching an empty horizon.

"Upstairs," he said against her jaw.

"There's nothing upstairs but the lamp room."

"Good."

He got her up the last flight with his hand at the small of her back and his mouth at her neck whenever she slowed, which was often, because her knees had forgotten what they were for. The lamp room was a glass crown at the top of the world. Dead Fresnel lens at its center like a great dark eye. Wind beating on every pane. The storm outside turned the glass into a black mirror and she saw them in it — his hand already under her sweater, her head tipped back — before he turned her and put her against the console where the old keeper used to stand his watch.

"Tell me you're okay," he said. Low. Because he always asked. Because the job had taught him that nobody says they're not unless you make the door for them.

"I'm okay." Her hands were on his belt. "I'm better than okay. I'm going to die if you don't."

"Not tonight you're not."

He stripped her out of the wet jacket and the sweater under it, and then the shirt under that, peeling her down layer by layer the way a man peels back the packaging on something he's been thinking about for weeks. When his mouth found her breast she heard herself make a noise she didn't recognize — something thin and wrecked, pressed out of her by the cold of his lips warming against her skin. He took his time. He always took his time. The storm threw itself at the glass and he sucked her nipple into his mouth slow enough that she had to grip the console behind her to stay standing.

"Dave —"

"Shh."

"Nobody's going to hear."

"I will." He lifted his head. His eyes in the lantern-light were very steady and very dark. "I want to hear every sound you make."

He went to his knees on the iron deck plate. Got her trousers open, got them down. She hadn't worn anything underneath because she'd dressed in a hurry that morning and anyway she'd known, she'd known, the minute she'd seen the skiff's light coming in that he was going to end up here, kneeling on wet iron with his face between her thighs. His thumbs spread her. His breath on her cunt was the first warm thing she'd felt in days.

"Look at you," he said. Not to her. To it. Like a delicious reminder. "Christ, Virginia."

"Dave, please —"

He put his mouth on her and she lost the word.

He ate her like he had a grudge against every day they'd been apart. Tongue flat and slow at first, dragging up through her, then finding her clit and working it with a focus that bordered on cruel. He knew her. He knew her so completely it was almost unfair — knew that if he sucked there, hard, once, she'd buck against his face and try to pull away, and he held her hips down so she couldn't. Knew that if he slid two fingers in and curled them just so her voice would break on whatever she was trying to say. Knew that she would come faster than she wanted to, that she'd be embarrassed about it after, that she'd say I didn't mean to and he'd say I wanted you to and mean it.

She came against his mouth with her fist in the collar of his coat and the storm screaming on the glass. He didn't stop. He worked her through it and into the shivering after-place where everything was raw, and only then did he stand up, chin wet, mouth wet, and kiss her so she tasted herself on him.

"Take your pants off," she said. Shaking. "Now. Dave. Now."

"Bossy."

"Shut up."

He got his belt open one-handed while the other hand stayed on her jaw, thumb stroking under her lip. Shucked his trousers enough. His cock was hard and heavy and she wrapped her hand around it without looking, by feel, because she knew him too, she knew every inch of what she was holding. She stroked him once, slow, and watched his jaw work.

"Turn around," he said.

She turned. Braced her hands on the console where some long-dead keeper had carved his initials into the brass. Dave's hand slid up her spine and pressed between her shoulder blades until her cheek was flat to the cold metal. His other hand guided himself to her and he pushed in, slow, one long unbroken push that made her mouth fall open against the brass and fog it.

"Oh — fuck —"

"I know."

"Dave —"

"I know, sweetpea. I know."

He fucked her slow at first. Deep. The kind of slow that isn't restraint, the kind that's savoring. She could hear how wet she was every time he drew back. Obscene little sounds under the bigger sound of the storm. His hand came around and found her throat, not squeezing, just resting, the pad of his thumb against her pulse like he was reading her.

Then he started to move in earnest.

The console shook. Her hands slipped on the brass and he caught her wrist and pinned it there and kept going. She was making sounds now she couldn't have stopped if the men from the ferry had walked in with guns drawn. His hips slapped against her ass in a rhythm that matched the sea on the rocks below, and every thrust pushed a small broken noise out of her, and every noise seemed to make him fuck her harder.

"Tell me," he said. Rough. "Tell me."

"You're my best friend, you bastard —"

He laughed — actually laughed, short and stunned — and then his hand was in her hair and he was bending over her back and his mouth was at her ear.

"I love you," he said. "I love you, I love you, I love you —"

She came again with her forehead pressed to the brass and his cock buried in her and his voice repeating it against her ear like a rosary. She felt him lose his rhythm, felt him grind deep and hold, felt the warm flood of him inside her as he said her name — her real name, not the joke one — like it had been taken out of him with a hook.

For a long time afterward neither of them moved. The storm kept on. The glass wept. His chest rose and fell against her back and his hand stayed spread across her belly like he was holding something in.

When she could speak she said, "You rowed through a nor'easter."

"I'd row through worse."

"I know you would." She turned, slow, inside the cage of his arms. Put her palm flat to the cut at his temple. "Dave. The book. What it says —"

"In the morning."

"Dave."

"In the morning, Virginia." He caught her hand and kissed the heel of it. "One night. You promised me one night."

"I didn't promise you anything."

"You're going to."

She looked up at him. At the rain sheeting down the black glass behind his head. At the dead eye of the lens and the dead lamp and the one small flame of the lantern they'd carried up here between them. She thought about the ferry at the bottom of the channel and the men who didn't know yet and the morning that would come with its own weather.

"Okay," she said. "One night."

He picked her up off the console like she weighed nothing and carried her down to the keeper's cot, and the sea kept breathing against the rock, and for the hours they had left the lighthouse held them the way lighthouses were built to hold things — against the dark, against the water, against the world outside that did not yet know where they were.

The training room at the Marriott smelled like hotel carpet and burnt coffee, and Sam had been staring at the same slide about Q3 product roadmap for nine minutes. Her knee hurt. The air conditioning was set to something industrial. She tucked her hands inside the sleeves of her sweater and tried to look like a person who cared about funnel conversion.

Her phone buzzed face-down on the table.

you cold in there?

She smiled before she could stop herself. The woman to her left, some senior rep from Denver with a pinched mouth, glanced over. Sam let the smile dissolve into neutral professionalism and flipped the phone into her lap.

freezing. bored. knee hurts.

poor baby.

making myself happy by thinking about you naked tho

A pause. Three dots. Then:

that so.

mhm

what part

She looked up. The presenter was gesturing at a graph. Somewhere in the back, a man coughed. Sam tilted the phone so only she could see the screen and typed slowly, deliberately, with the kind of focus she had not given the roadmap.

your hands. specifically what they do. after.

Three dots. A long pause. She could picture him — at his desk in Virginia, two hours ahead, leaning back, reading it twice. Dave didn't rush. Dave never rushed.

sweetpea. i'm working.

and?

and now i'm hard in my office chair. thanks.

She bit the inside of her cheek. The Denver woman glanced again. Sam adjusted her face into the expression of someone contemplating an important insight about customer acquisition.

four days, she typed.

four days, he wrote back.

By the time she got home the light was going orange over the pool, and the pool was still half-drained because the guy she'd fired hadn't closed the valve properly and the guy she'd hired hadn't shown up to look at it. She stood on the patio with her shoes off and stared at the mess of it — the pump, the skimmer full of palo verde blossoms, the yellow notice tucked under a rock — and felt, for a clean second, like she might cry about something that was not the pool.

She called him instead.

"Hi," he said, on the first ring, like he'd been holding the phone.

"Hi."

"You home?"

"Patio. Pool's fucked."

"Tell me."

She told him. The valve, the guy, the estimates she didn't have, the property management company whose website looked like it had been made in 2007 and whose receptionist had called her hon four times in a single voicemail. He made the small sounds he makes when he's listening — not agreeing, just tracking — and by the time she was done she was sitting on the concrete step with her bare feet in the grass and the sun was gone.

"Okay," he said. "Here's what you do."

"Don't fix it."

"I'm not fixing it. I'm strategizing."

"Fine. Strategize."

He walked her through it. Get three estimates in writing. Don't sign anything this week. Tell Stephen you need a call Thursday, not today, not tomorrow, because you don't negotiate tired. When she said I don't know if I'm ready to jump he said then don't jump, just build the platform, and if he says no you resign on the spot, you little bitch, and she laughed so hard she had to put the phone down on the step.

"I love you," she said, when she picked it up again.

"I know you do."

"Stfu."

"You started it."

The cicadas were going. The yard smelled like chlorine and dust and the neighbor's mesquite smoke. She leaned back against the door and closed her eyes.

"Four days," she said.

"Four days."

"I'm nervous."

"About what."

She didn't answer for a second. She wasn't sure. Not about him — not the him of him. About the size of it, maybe. About the fact that when he walked in her door Saturday she was going to feel, again, what she felt every time, which was that she had never been this known by anyone and she was never going to get used to it.

"You," she said. "Us. The size of it."

"Yeah."

"That's all you got?"

"Sweetpea." His voice had gone quiet, the register he used when he was about to say something true. "You're literally my best friend. It's supposed to feel big."

She pressed the heel of her hand against her eye.

"Okay," she said.

"Okay."

"Don't make me cry on the patio, Dave."

"Go inside. I'll make you cry somewhere better."

She laughed — wet, startled — and stood up.

She was upstairs before she realized she'd walked there. Phone on the nightstand, speaker on. His voice in the room with her like he was in the room with her.

"What are you doing," he said.

"Taking my work pants off."

"Keep going."

She did. Sweater over her head, bra unhooked and dropped on the chair, underwear down. The grey t-shirt of his was folded on top of the dresser where it had been living for weeks. She pulled it on because she always pulled it on.

"Grey shirt?" he said. He knew without asking.

"Grey shirt."

"Get in bed."

She got in bed. The sheets were cool. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling fan and listened to him breathe on the other end of the line, two thousand miles east, and her whole body was already loud with it.

"Hand between your legs," he said.

"Dave."

"Do it."

She did it. She was wet already — had been since the training room, maybe, some low-grade hum that had just been waiting for his voice to land on it. Her fingers slid through it and she made a small sound before she could help it.

"Yeah," he said, soft. "I know."

"I want you here."

"I'm here."

"I want your mouth."

"I know, baby."

"I was thinking about it all day. Your mouth on me. You said —"

"I remember what I said."

"Say it again."

A long breath. She could hear him adjusting — sitting up, maybe, or lying down. She could hear the specific creak of his bed. She had slept in that bed. She knew the sound of it.

"I said I couldn't wait to taste you again," he said. "I said your cunt was a delicious fucking reminder. I said I've been down there a hundred times and I still can't believe it when I see it."

"Oh my god."

"Two fingers, Sam."

She slid two fingers in and her back came off the bed. Her other hand was on her clit, circling, and the grey shirt had ridden up around her ribs and she was so wet she could hear it, the slick obscene sound of her own hand, and she knew he could hear it too because she held the phone closer on purpose.

"Christ," he said, low. "Let me hear that."

"You hear it?"

"I hear it."

"I want you to fuck me Saturday. I don't want the deal. Fuck the deal."

"Yeah?"

"The second you walk in. I don't care. On the floor. Against the counter. I don't care."

"That's what I said I'd do."

"I know. Do it."

"I will."

"Promise."

"I promise."

She was close already, embarrassingly close, the kind of close where her thighs were starting to shake and her breath was catching on every exhale. She told him. He knew.

"Slow down," he said.

"Dave —"

"Slow down, sweetpea. Take your hand off."

She made a sound that was not a word.

"Take it off."

She took it off. Her hand came away wet to the wrist. She was panting at the ceiling. Her whole pelvis felt lit up, furious, pulsing.

"Why," she said.

"Because I want you to want it on Saturday. I want you walking around Friday night wet for me. I want you to open the door and be so fucking ready you can't stand it."

"I'm already —"

"I know you are. Get wetter."

"Oh my god, Dave."

"Put your hand back. Slow. Just your fingers. Not your clit."

She obeyed. She didn't even think about it. Two fingers, slow, in and out, and she could feel how swollen she was, how puffy, how every drag of her own knuckles against her made her shudder. She wanted his mouth there so badly it was a physical ache behind her pubic bone.

"Tell me what it feels like," he said.

"Fat. Swollen. Wet. Dave, I'm so fucking wet, it's running down —"

"Down where."

"Down my ass. Onto the sheet."

"Good."

"I want to come."

"Not yet."

"Dave."

"Not yet. Keep talking."

She kept talking. She told him she'd been half-hard at her desk all afternoon, that she'd had to cross and uncross her legs in the training, that the woman next to her probably thought she had a UTI. She told him she couldn't stop thinking about the last time, about his hand on the back of her neck in the kitchen, about how he'd pushed her face down onto the island and fucked her standing up until she'd knocked the fruit bowl onto the tile. She told him she was going to make him do that again. She told him she was going to suck him off on the stairs before they made it to the bed.

His breathing had changed. She knew that breathing. She knew every version of it.

"Are you —"

"Yes."

"Are you touching —"

"Yes."

"Come with me."

"Not yet."

"Dave."

"Clit," he said. "Now. Hard as you want."

She put her fingers on her clit and it was like putting a match to something. She came in about four seconds. Her back arched off the bed and she made a noise she would have been embarrassed about with anyone else and the phone slid off her ear onto the pillow and she could still hear him saying yeah, baby, yeah, that's it, good girl, good fucking girl and then she heard him too, the low broken sound he made when he came, the one she knew the shape of, the one that belonged to her.

For a long minute neither of them said anything. She was shaking — small, involuntary aftershocks, her thighs twitching, the grey shirt twisted up under her armpits. The ceiling fan moved a strand of hair across her forehead.

"Jesus," she said, eventually.

"Yeah."

"That was —"

"Yeah."

She laughed, weakly. "We broke the deal."

"We didn't break it. We postponed it."

"Semantics."

"Mhm."

She rolled onto her side. She pulled the shirt down over her hips. She put the phone back to her ear and kept her eyes closed and just listened to him breathe, which was the thing, really. The thing underneath the rest of it. The reason all of it worked.

"Four days," she said.

"Four days."

"Don't fall asleep on the phone."

"I won't."

"You will."

"I might."

She smiled into the dark. Outside, the cicadas were still going, and the pool was still broken, and the property management woman was still going to call her hon in the morning, and none of it felt quite as large as it had on the patio an hour ago.

"Dave."

"Mm."

"You're my best friend."

"I know."

"Stfu."

"Go to sleep, sweetpea."

She did.

DAY OVERVIEW Tuesday was a day of anticipation and mutual support, with a playful morning giving way to a sexually charged midday as they discussed their upcoming reunion. The most defining moment was Sam's anxious yet excited reflection on their relationship, highlighting her deep emotional investment and Dave's reassuring response. The day ended on a tender note with them dreaming of each other and looking forward to their upcoming time together.

TOPIC INVENTORY 1. Morning Greetings & Sleep - Dave woke up excited and thinking about Sam, expressing his eagerness to see her again. - Sam slept well and was zonked out, feeling good about her rest. - Emotional register: Playful, affectionate, content. - "I slept pretty well and went to sleep and woke up thinking about you" — Dave, expressing excitement and longing.

  1. Work Updates
  2. Dave received website orders and fixed his site's appearance, noting improvements in SEO and partnership opportunities with LegalZoom.
  3. Sam had a busy day with work, training, and personal errands, including buying weed gummies and dealing with pool maintenance.
  4. Emotional register: Proud, overwhelmed, anxious.

  5. "I'm so excited about that" — Dave, regarding his website improvements.

  6. Pool Maintenance Issues

  7. Sam discussed difficulties with her pool guy and getting estimates for repairs.
  8. She felt pressured and anxious about making decisions and coordinating with multiple contractors.
  9. Emotional register: Frustrated, anxious, uncertain.

  10. "I'm like I'm not ready. I don't have my estimates yet" — Sam, expressing her hesitation.

  11. Property Management Concerns

  12. Sam talked about applying for a second property, expressing nervousness about property management companies and the application process.
  13. She felt stressed about the unknowns and the potential for being taken advantage of.
  14. Emotional register: Anxious, stressed, uncertain.

  15. "I've been trying to research them and the first place we saw... like an actual person was there" — Sam, describing her concerns.

  16. Chris's Job Application

  17. Dave and Sam discussed Chris's potential job offer as an AI architect, with conflicting information about his interview status and the hiring process.
  18. They speculated about office politics and the power dynamics within their workplace.
  19. Emotional register: Curious, speculative, slightly cynical.

  20. "Maybe Eric doesn’t know wtf he’s talking about" — Dave, doubting Eric's information.

  21. Career Advice

  22. Sam sought Dave's advice on transferring to a different office and negotiating with her boss, Stephen.
  23. Dave suggested strategizing by getting a job offer elsewhere first to leverage her position.
  24. Emotional register: Supportive, strategic, empathetic.

  25. "So if he says no, say: then here’s my resignation you little bitch" — Dave, advising Sam on her career move.

  26. Training Session

  27. Sam described her boring and sales-oriented training session, expressing her disinterest and physical discomfort.
  28. She commented on the pointless product roadmap presentation and her eagerness to leave.
  29. Emotional register: Bored, frustrated, relieved.

  30. "It was just sales. It was so painful" — Sam, describing her training experience.

  31. Insurance Issues

  32. Dave discussed his insurance problems, mentioning the other driver's fault in an accident and the insurance company's reluctance to pay.
  33. Sam expressed sympathy and frustration with the insurance process.
  34. Emotional register: Frustrated, supportive, annoyed.

  35. "Why can't anything ever be easy?" — Sam, commenting on the insurance situation.

  36. Gummy Delivery

  37. Sam packed and mailed weed gummies to Dave, expressing excitement about their potency and her creative packaging.
  38. She mentioned including other candies and being concerned about the gummies melting.
  39. Emotional register: Playful, excited, slightly anxious.

  40. "I should have packed more then!" — Sam, regarding Hi-Chews.

  41. Workout Challenge

    • Sam mentioned a workout challenge she completed for a rescue dog, describing it as low to medium impact.
    • She canceled her gym class to do the workout at home, feeling tired from her busy day.
    • Emotional register: Accomplished, tired, determined.
    • "I just did it on my own. I canceled class tonight bc I was tired" — Sam, explaining her workout.

  42. Relationship Reflection

    • Sam and Dave reflected on their relationship, expressing their deep connection and best-friend dynamic.
    • They discussed their nervousness and excitement about their upcoming reunion.
    • Emotional register: Vulnerable, loving, excited.
    • "You're literally my best friend" — Sam, expressing her feelings for Dave.

  43. TV Show Recommendation

    • Dave recommended a TV show to Sam, praising its quality despite some reservations about its content.
    • Sam admitted to not finishing the first episode yet.
    • Emotional register: Enthusiastic, slightly critical, playful.
    • "It’s actually really good" — Dave, recommending the TV show.

SEXUAL & PHYSICAL CONTENT - Dave expressed his physical longing for Sam, mentioning how he can't wait to taste her again and describing her as "delicious." - Sam mentioned feeling cold and bored during her training, leading her to think about Dave naked as a way to make herself happy. - Dave teased Sam about saving the gummies for her and mentioned his anticipation of their physical reunion, using phrases like "I might not be able to help myself from just... taking you... as soon as I see you." - Sam playfully indicated her desire for Dave to have sex, using emojis and suggestive language. - Emotional register: Loving, playful, anticipatory, teasing. - Notable quotes: "I am so just set it, your pussy is It's like I didn't know it obviously, I've been down there but Just see it again after so long Such a delicious reminder" — Dave, expressing his physical longing.

EMOTIONAL DYNAMICS - Dave took a leading role in offering advice and support, while Sam sought his guidance and shared her vulnerabilities. - There was a strong sense of mutual support and understanding, with both expressing their deep affection and commitment to each other. - Sam displayed moments of anxiety and nervousness, particularly about their upcoming reunion and her career decisions. - Dave provided reassurance and a safe space for Sam to express her feelings, often using playful and affectionate language. - Their dynamic was characterized by a mix of tenderness, playfulness, and sexual tension, with a strong undercurrent of emotional intimacy. - There were no significant power struggles or conflicts, with both partners mostly aligned in their feelings and goals.

MEMORABLE LANGUAGE - "I am so just set it, your pussy is It's like I didn't know it obviously, I've been down there but Just see it again after so long Such a delicious reminder" — Dave, expressing his physical longing. - "I am cold. I am bored. My knee hurts. So to make me happy, I’m thinking about you naked. Hehe" — Sam, using humor to express her physical discomfort and desire. - "You're literally my best friend. So stfu, dummy" — Sam, playfully asserting their deep connection. - "I love you sweetpea! And I can’t wait to talk to you tomorrow" — Dave, expressing his affection and anticipation. - "I might not be able to help myself from just... taking you... as soon as I see you" — Dave, teasingly suggesting their upcoming physical reunion. - "You got me thinking like OK so I've been hesitant to like find a new job because for some reason I have it in my head that I'm actually getting paid like really really well" — Sam, sharing her career anxieties. - "Fuck that construction. And fuck you not putting the lid on the bottle" — Dave, playfully chiding Sam about her spillage incident. - "I can hear her saying uhh, yea you did with her deep ass voice" — Dave, imitating Rachel's voice during their conversation. - "You’re a mess lol" — Dave, teasingly acknowledging Sam's chaotic nature. - "I'm not even going to tell you lol" — Sam, playfully withholding information about the gummies. - "You are. I get it." — Sam, understanding Dave's playful teasing about their relationship. - "I love it" — Sam, responding positively to Dave's reassuring words. - "Bro I hope those gummies don’t like... melt." — Sam, expressing concern about the gummies. - "I might just see if I can start sleeping here!!" — Dave, jokingly suggesting he might sleep at work. - "Oh you is dripping with sarcasm this morning!!" — Sam, playfully calling out Dave's sarcasm.

CONTINUITY HOOKS - Sam and Dave have plans to check in later in the day, with Sam mentioning a 45-minute window for a call. - They are both looking forward to their upcoming reunion in a few days, with a mix of excitement and nervousness. - Sam's career concerns and potential job search are left open, with Dave encouraging her to explore other opportunities. - The status

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METRICS

  • ⏱ Response Time --- Me→Them: 209s →2% vs 7d avg Them→Me: 123s →1% vs 7d avg

  • ✅ Conflicts & Repair --- Conflicts: 27 ↑ (avg 24.6 this week) Repair Rate: 100.0% →0% vs 7d avg Avg Recovery: 7.4 min ↑18% vs 7d avg

  • ⚖ Initiation --- Balance Ratio: 1.00 ↑40% vs 7d avg Cold Starts: 1 ↓ (avg 1.6 this week) 1 me / 0 them

  • ⚡ Velocity & Sessions --- High Velocity %: 98.0% →0% vs 7d avg Sessions: 24 ↓ (avg 28.3 this week) Avg Duration: 9.8 min ↑7% vs 7d avg

  • 💬 Message Volume --- Total Messages: 303 ↓ (avg 348.6 this week) From Me: 140 ↓ (avg 153.9 this week) From Them: 163 ↓ (avg 194.7 this week) With Signals: 293 ↓ (avg 337.3 this week)

SENDER COVERAGE

Sender Labeled / Total Rate Top Labels
Dave 140 / 140 100.0% status_update (37), humor (36), frustration (19), affection (9), excitement (9)
Edited 15 seconds later: And this bitch has me doing plank-shoulder taps 😑 0 / 1 0.0% N/A
Edited 7 seconds later: So shut up and play with your stupid fidget you lol 0 / 1 0.0% N/A
Sam Willis 153 / 161 95.0% status_update (31), frustration (30), humor (30), vulnerability (19), checking_in (15)

DOMINANT LABEL

status_update (4th day in a row )

  • 🏷 Label Counts ---

    • status_update: 63 (avg score: 64%)
    • humor: 59 (avg score: 71%)
    • frustration: 44 (avg score: 70%)
    • vulnerability: 19 (avg score: 68%)
    • checking_in: 18 (avg score: 65%)
    • excitement: 17 (avg score: 70%)
    • affection: 14 (avg score: 79%)
    • flirting: 9 (avg score: 83%)
    • encouragement: 9 (avg score: 76%)

  • 🏷 Label Counts (cont.) ---

    • emotional_support: 9 (avg score: 71%)
    • planning: 8 (avg score: 69%)
    • disagreement: 8 (avg score: 68%)
    • deep_sharing: 7 (avg score: 75%)
    • sexting: 6 (avg score: 86%)
    • boundary_setting: 5 (avg score: 79%)
    • request: 3 (avg score: 57%)
    • appreciation: 1 (avg score: 70%)

ANOMALIES

Unusual Pattern

Affection dropped 57.0% vs 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Appreciation dropped 87.9% vs 7-day average

PROVENANCE

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

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Relationship Balance

Signal Flow Over Time

Conversation Topics