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2026-04-09

Perfect Repair Day

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[2026-04-09 06:22:00] Sam Willis: ❤️
[2026-04-09 06:29:00] Dave: Gm love
[2026-04-09 07:44:00] Dave: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGPSVvfJWOk 7 Exercises You MUST Pass (Or You’re Aging Too Fast) Everyone thinks they're fit until they actually have to prove it. In this video, I break down the ultimate fitness test using real fitness benchmarks and sta...
[2026-04-09 08:04:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Good morning sunshine I hope you slept well I thought about you all night I'm still home I'm gonna take Emerson to work and then head into the office I slept pretty well I had dreams about you Nothing like really specific That I can't remember other than just kind of being around you But you were like omnipresent all night it seemed like Which was awesome actually, it didn't Alleviate any of my horniness though so I hope you're in a nice horny mood today. Well, you'll be at work so you always are there. But yeah, woke up just absolutely throbbing for you which is I guess not unexpected after yesterday so yeah Pretty awesome can't wait to see you I sent you a video this morning Seven exercises that she must pass so I want you to do them and see how you do. I haven't done them yet, but I'm gonna. I know how I'm gonna do on some of them. I'm just not great probably all of them. So yeah, another question I had for you was yesterday I meant to ask you that maybe I didn't because we got into something else but you said you've been masturbating to me since 2022 so I was wondering if that means like the whole time Kind of randomly in there when we were just in friend phases Or just like cause mine was mostly like When we would reconnect three leadership meetings or there, I'm sure a couple of times in there when I would have a call with you or meeting with you or something and see you and think about you but yeah I was just wondering What's what's yours was like what your intervals were like there Anyway, I hope you slept well. I think I said that already I'm sure you did. You had a great night sleep but I hope you woke up easy and. Your cereal taste great What else we got going on today? It's finally the last day in office for me anyway damn, you gotta go on Friday and I wasn't really even planning on breaking all just Forgot that you had to go in Friday Or else I wouldn't have mentioned it So yeah You are so pretty and I can't wait to see you. You're the sexiest and I love you and I'll talk to you soon. Bye.
[2026-04-09 09:13:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Good morning are you in the office yet? I don't know. What did you message me like an hour and 15 minutes ago, so yeah maybe I'm just leaving of course I have stupid meeting in like five minutes, but whatever OK so I didn't finish watching the whole YouTube video but hell God I'm gonna fail a fucking miserably. I think I saw like maybe five of the exercises so far. Yeah, we'll see. I might try to test those out tonight. I think the one the absolute hardest for me so far is I think it was the second one he showed where you're facing the wall and you've been down into a low squat and yet you still have like your hands are kind of upper body against the wall yeah Yeah, probably from like decades of terrible posture that's not gonna work for me, but we'll see I hope I at least do one of these jams of it so we'll see but it does look easier than I know that it is cause you know it always does so yeah we both need to do need to do them and then report back hell video it if you want I might do the same We'll see anyway I haven't checked my sleep score yet, but I feel like I slept pretty well I Was in like a deep deep sleep so that's always nice Jesus Christ Brian, starting the meeting five minutes early for a fucking usual anyway I am like low-key like oh my God I'm only gonna be home for three more days and I'm going to be in the office two days and I have so much like cleaning and shit I need to do and so like I started kind of panicking This morning I like laundry and I just don't like leaving my house like a fucking pig day, even though Christian and the kids will be here but still I love that that you felt my presence in your dreams the whole night. I totally know what that's like. And I love that regarding the masturbating so no it hasn't first off I haven't before no before crazy night. I had not been masturbating like basically at all so since I have been with the Christian so. Take out like three years easily, but no, I mean this was like when we first kind of really started talking in 2022 and like all the way, probably through that summer and then I had kind of that like freak out moment Like around Fourth of July and that's what I was like. OK like I'm not gonna be like fine over this guy anymore this guy meeting you so then I kinda like put you mentally in my mind in like a non-sexual box. So it was probably like a few months and there are 34 months in 2022 and then I did it that night that we first met and like Brian fucking drove me back to my hotel room I did that night thinking about you and then that probably have been it since or up until crazy night and all all the shit that has come since crazy night, which I guess is all the way around so anyway I love all of our names for shit It's great it really helps. Tell the story to have a definitive name. Did you say? Or something else Tell you something I don't know but I will probably be back after I have this stupid daily stand-up so talk to you soon. Oh I was gonna talk more about the whole Christian apartment or not apartment but house rental thingy so yeah I'll be back bye.
[2026-04-09 09:22:00] Dave: I’m still at home
[2026-04-09 09:22:00] Dave: Yeah I like that guy. I’ve been using his videos as reference for years
[2026-04-09 09:22:00] Dave: And yeah, squatting against a wall is a bitch
[2026-04-09 09:22:00] Dave: Facing a wall
[2026-04-09 09:23:00] Dave: Oooooh video?? Hmmm
[2026-04-09 09:23:00] Dave: Lmao… Brian 🙄
[2026-04-09 09:25:00] Dave: Yeah I remember you saying you don’t Masbate when you’re with someone… so you’ve really gone from 0-100 in no time huh lol
[2026-04-09 09:25:00] Dave: Yes!! The names for things are the best
[2026-04-09 09:26:00] Dave: Oh yeah, the rental thing… holding for that
[2026-04-09 09:26:00] Dave: I’m leaving to take Emerson to work in a few minuets then heading to the office
[2026-04-09 09:27:00] Sam Willis: Forgot I have a digital assets call in a few minutes too. Sigh
[2026-04-09 09:28:00] Sam Willis: Have a good drive baby.
[2026-04-09 09:30:00] Sam Willis: Poor Roy. I would hate having this new role. Figuring out wtf you’re doing but mostly having to listen to us all bitch lol
[2026-04-09 09:31:00] Sam Willis: I can’t WAIT to see you. Eeeeee!! I’m getting so excited!
[2026-04-09 09:39:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: So with the rental thing I mean it's one of those things where it's a property that's property management company. The house is an LLC so it's like an investor but like probably a small time investor that you know just has like a couple properties but there's not like that human touch yet at all. He I think he's spoke on the phone to a person once because they couldn't figure out how to do his credit check since its credit had been frozen and they were still having problems so anyway all was good way, his credit is good so I don't understand all of the problems with getting the auto loan financing for the car fixed so that was kind of weird but I was glad to see that his credit was actually Decent anyway that's neither there but So it's very rigid like you get this you get this communication and it's like OK you're your application has been approved. You have 48 hours to accept. You have two weeks to move in. You have to make an appointment to come to our leasing office within you know a week and it's like all these timelines that they're putting on you without you having any opportunity to talk to anybody And then it's like you know we you know if we don't hear from you. We're gonna move onto the next the next applicant and you have no idea if there's another applicant or not you know and you also have no idea if there's any wiggle room and moving in like if there aren't no applicants and I'm sure they wouldn't mind you know him moving in a few weeks later if it's you know if that's better than nothing you know what I'm saying like you just you lose out on the ability to negotiate the way that this is set up like so rigid like so I think that's a turn off to him. I think, though if you just had a conversation with somebody. You know he'd feel better and probably go forward with it. I hope he still does go forward with it but right now he's really leery of all that bullshit which I don't blame him dealing with property management companies. They're like fucking completely print like they suck and I get it but like even if you rent an apartment like you're still dealing with a management company that still sucks but So anyway, I think I think he's gonna have to call somebody before he like it Kind of talk through things because it is kind of stupid how it's like you have two weeks to move in From the day that you accept so that would basically be two weeks like from today so a random Thursday that's not even the end of the month like you know what I mean it's kind of weird so and stupid sound but I don't know and then for last night He said I might get up early and go to the gym before my meeting. I don't know I was like well you still gotta read like they sent him over what the lease agreement would look like all this sort of stuff they said all this information to review and he hasn't looked at it and I said well now you still need to like look into all that sort of stuff and he's like yeah he's like but you know. There's other houses available too and I'm like that you like you was like well you know not really it's like you can already tell. He's like trying to push it off but also like he just doesn't wanna deal with it. I don't know he ended up going to the gym this morning, so hopefully that motivated him to get his ass in the year it has energy the rest of the day to deal with it who the fuck knows so that's where it's at
[2026-04-09 09:40:00] Sam Willis: Ope he just texted me to ask if I had any time to talk. Wonder if it’s about the place
[2026-04-09 09:56:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: So yeah, I get like the turn off Not being able to like talk to somebody when you're doing something big like that, but I mean the way things are like just in general in society today everything is automated and AI and blah blah blah and that whole contract thing is just the product of some like efficiency AI thing, but given those strict rules to you know just get shit done instead of fucking around and like negotiated cause nobody wants to do that Like selling the renter don't wanna fuck with that So but I guess like what I don't understand is other than it just being like feeling, rushed like the whole deadline to move in thing like that, but like functionally doesn't actually matter right like Because you said that a couple times, but like as long as he signs the thing and they start getting their money like he could not fucking move in for a year or if she didn't want to like physically, move his stuff and you know like as long as they're getting money, I can't imagine they give a shit if he's actually there in fact it's probably better for them if he's not actually there So like or maybe I'm missing something with that whole two week thing because that doesn't mean he has to rush to get in the place in two weeks right? He still got all the time But anyway that maybe I just don't understand what's going on there but yeah like that's why yesterday I was saying you know you should do this and tell them this and you were like does that sound like a thing I would say in account but like I guess my point was that my fault really was that and you know this, but I feel obligated as you're trusted advisor too Remind you that he's Like that's his deal right at least pushing things off like look at the car situation with the rental car like all that shit that took forever to even get done and now he's pushing off looking at the least thing with you know well there's there's more houses there's plenty of time I've gotta play so I can stay as long as I need to like that's what I'm hearing And I mean like all you gotta do you can do that at the gym just pop all that shit and ChatGPT and tell it to fucking give you the briefing like seriously it's five minutes So that's just that's what I'm worried about. There is like if you can pay the pay the rent and he likes the place. I don't I guess I don't understand like the difference between it being A company like a management company or some little lady were in the place right like if you pay the rent every month what's the damn difference right? But then again, like I said, I don't know so it's just my thoughts. Did you call back just now wonder if it was about that too Anyway, on my way to work now But I love you so that's a great thing. It's think about you all the way there.
[2026-04-09 10:15:00] Sam Willis: He’s worried about the money. Guaranteed
[2026-04-09 10:15:00] Sam Willis: I don’t think it’s about timing of when he needs to physically move as much as it is about shelling out the money
[2026-04-09 10:17:00] Sam Willis: He just wanted to complain about his mom. I haven’t talked to him yet but he told me that’s what it was about lol
[2026-04-09 10:46:00] Sam Willis: Just here to vent yet again, that Stephen is a little bitch
[2026-04-09 12:17:00] Dave: Hahaha what did that little faggot do now?
[2026-04-09 12:17:00] Dave: Hahaha what did that little faggot do now?
[2026-04-09 12:20:00] Sam Willis: I don’t even remember
[2026-04-09 12:20:00] Sam Willis: Opened his mouth
[2026-04-09 12:21:00] Dave: Yeah. Doesn’t matter lol
[2026-04-09 12:37:00] Sam Willis: Hahaha my friend in SCS just called me to rant about Erin Yara and the first words out of her mouth were “this bitch” Yassssss
[2026-04-09 12:38:00] Dave: Lmao
[2026-04-09 12:38:00] Dave: I haven’t heard great things about her
[2026-04-09 12:39:00] Sam Willis: She’s a total cunt
[2026-04-09 12:39:00] Sam Willis: Gives women in leadership a bad reputation
[2026-04-09 12:39:00] Sam Willis: Bc she’s fake as fuck
[2026-04-09 12:39:00] Sam Willis: Passive aggressive
[2026-04-09 12:39:00] Sam Willis: Sooooo cunty
[2026-04-09 12:39:00] Dave: Ewe. Yeah now I remember you telling me that before.
[2026-04-09 12:39:00] Sam Willis: Omg
[2026-04-09 12:40:00] Sam Willis: What if people think I’M cunty!!
[2026-04-09 12:40:00] Dave: I promise nobody does lol
[2026-04-09 12:40:00] Dave: You’re a people pleaser, remember?
[2026-04-09 12:40:00] Sam Willis: Bc women who like aren’t married and single tend to get a reputation that it’s bc they are bitches with too high of standards
[2026-04-09 12:40:00] Sam Willis: And you’re like a ball buster
[2026-04-09 12:41:00] Dave: People think you’re the shit, and you’re great at your job.
[2026-04-09 12:42:00] Dave: And being dead sexy makes them also intimidated because it like, you’ve got it all
[2026-04-09 12:42:00] Sam Willis: Hahahaha you are so ridiculous
[2026-04-09 12:42:00] Sam Willis: I don’t want to be a frigid old hag like her
[2026-04-09 12:42:00] Dave: Oh you won’t be
[2026-04-09 12:42:00] Sam Willis: Hahahaha you are so ridiculous
[2026-04-09 12:42:00] Sam Willis: No one is. NO ONE
[2026-04-09 12:42:00] Sam Willis: not even my cats
[2026-04-09 12:42:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-09 12:42:00] Dave: You say that, but I’m dead serious
[2026-04-09 12:43:00] Dave: Well I mean once you show them they can walk all over you, ofc.. but I’m talking about first and outside impressions
[2026-04-09 12:44:00] Sam Willis: Do you think people at work think they can work all over me??? 😭😭😭😭
[2026-04-09 12:44:00] Dave: Yeah
[2026-04-09 12:44:00] Sam Willis: DAVE!!!
[2026-04-09 12:44:00] Sam Willis: WHO THINKS THAT
[2026-04-09 12:45:00] Dave: Everyone who’s meeting you won’t not accept or move, at your own detriment, for one
[2026-04-09 12:46:00] Dave: Or your team who you do all the work for
[2026-04-09 12:46:00] Dave: Also at your own detriment
[2026-04-09 12:51:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-09 13:36:00] Dave: How’s your day going baby?
[2026-04-09 13:36:00] Sam Willis: Heading to team lunch
[2026-04-09 13:37:00] Sam Willis: Then home
[2026-04-09 13:37:00] Sam Willis: How is yours?
[2026-04-09 13:38:00] Dave: Oh, nice! I forgot y’all are doing that too
[2026-04-09 13:38:00] Dave: I just got home
[2026-04-09 13:47:00] Sam Willis: Did you go to lunch
[2026-04-09 13:48:00] Dave: Nah, I don’t usually. But today I had therapy at 11, and a meeting at 1 that took otw home so I could get here for my 2:00 meeting
[2026-04-09 13:57:00] Sam Willis: How was therapy?
[2026-04-09 14:00:00] Dave: It was good. We talked about my history with religion, my parents, my parentING… again, nothing ground breaking but it does feel good to talk openly to someone about things like, in general ya know.
[2026-04-09 14:01:00] Dave: Ugh, and here’s Chris B starting meetings 10 years early like his daddy Brian 🙄
[2026-04-09 14:01:00] Dave: Did I tell you he’s taking the COE job? Pretty sure I did.
[2026-04-09 14:20:00] Sam Willis: Awww good I’m glad!!
[2026-04-09 14:20:00] Sam Willis: Awww good I’m glad!!
[2026-04-09 14:21:00] Dave: You know what Im glad about? That I get to see you in exactly 3 days 😁
[2026-04-09 14:24:00] Sam Willis: EEEEEE!!!!!
[2026-04-09 14:24:00] Sam Willis: AHHHHHH!!!!
[2026-04-09 14:24:00] Sam Willis: SO SO SO EXCITED!
[2026-04-09 14:24:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-04-09 14:29:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Dude, so many things first off I am so full I feel sick. We went to this bar place and I didn't have any fun cause it just didn't sound any good but I had these steamed potstickers so fucking delicious but then I also had fried rice and the fried rice is like just not. I just feel like it's just like all stuck in a ball in my stomach I know you probably don't give a shit to hear, but I just feel like like somebody's like punching me in my stomach and their fist is just staying there Anyway, oh my God that was a mistake. OK got a thing I wanted to say is Brian is such a fucking idiot so you probably saw that we all accidentally got. This Ask me anything invite from Jeff, which obviously was meant to go to track not TRM and I got fucked fucked up because Because of the distro change was anyway, it was clearly obvious that it was not been frontier and Brian's dumbass is like messaging in our whole like CSM all of Stevens or chatting. He's like I'm really hoping this is a meeting between us and try to talk about ways that we could better come together and work together, but like he was being dead serious like. He's literally an idiot that's all I have to look at my directions to see where I'm going. I'll be back.
[2026-04-09 14:33:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: Anyway, that was basically all I had to say I'm glad I feel like you were like barely at work you turd But I'm glad that therapy went well as well as therapy can go with your minds. I need to find another therapist still oh which also reminds me. I need to call the Gaylord hotel and see if I could check in early. OK actually you know what I'm gonna call them and see if I can get an early check-in on Sunday
[2026-04-09 14:35:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: God never mind they're dumb whores they're like it's all automated and then it's like OK to do an early check-in. You need to do it through the app bitch I don't think it will until it's two days before, but whatever I'll take a look when I'm not driving. I think I'm grumpy. I think I need a nap. I think I'm pretty tired
[2026-04-09 14:40:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: I just remembered that I slept shop last night I I ordered these fucking sunglasses that are going to look terrible on me. They're square framed when I don't wear that I wear round framed and anyway I must've just got cause they were only like 20 bucks and I was daily skin newsletter and anyway. It's only 10 stops away So very excited to try these
[2026-04-09 14:48:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-09 14:48:00] Sam Willis: I will kill a bitch
[2026-04-09 15:01:00] Dave: What the absolute fuck?!
[2026-04-09 15:02:00] Dave: It’s just rain 🤷‍♂️
[2026-04-09 15:02:00] Dave: On a call so still holding on listening…
[2026-04-09 15:17:00] Dave: Hahaha, all that rice
[2026-04-09 15:18:00] Dave: Lmao, Brian is such a tool
[2026-04-09 15:19:00] Dave: Hahaha, yeah I was not there very long
[2026-04-09 15:19:00] Dave: Ugh… the app 🙄
[2026-04-09 15:20:00] Dave: Sleep shopping 🙄🤦‍♂️😎
[2026-04-09 15:50:00] Sam Willis: Hahaha ridiculous 😂😂
[2026-04-09 15:51:00] Sam Willis: Bro I’m just thinking of what you’d do if YOU had been moved to Brian
[2026-04-09 15:51:00] Dave: Kill myself
[2026-04-09 15:51:00] Sam Willis: You would die at how much he like micromanages
[2026-04-09 15:51:00] Dave: Or… HIM
[2026-04-09 15:51:00] Dave: Yeah, I couldn’t handle that
[2026-04-09 15:52:00] Dave: And those glasses aren’t that bad
[2026-04-09 15:52:00] Sam Willis: Ha. They’re supposed to be oversized. Probs good for pool days. I’ve spent $20 on worse things!
[2026-04-09 15:52:00] Sam Willis: Treats grown adults like children
[2026-04-09 15:52:00] Dave: Anything looks good with that face behind it 😍🤤
[2026-04-09 15:52:00] Sam Willis: Ha. They’re supposed to be oversized. Probs good for pool days. I’ve spent $20 on worse things!
[2026-04-09 15:53:00] Sam Willis: You’re such a sweetie ❤️❤️
[2026-04-09 15:53:00] Sam Willis: You’re such a sweetie ❤️❤️
[2026-04-09 15:55:00] Sam Willis: I can’t wait to cuddle and nap with you lol
[2026-04-09 15:55:00] Dave: Omg I know!!
[2026-04-09 15:55:00] Sam Willis: I’m so sleepy right now, and all I can think about is how nice it would be to cuddle up to you and fall asleep
[2026-04-09 15:55:00] Dave: I was just thinking about that
[2026-04-09 15:56:00] Dave: I can’t wait to have all of your weight on me 🫠
[2026-04-09 15:57:00] Sam Willis: Oh I’m down to just go full dead weight on you 😂😂
[2026-04-09 15:57:00] Dave: 🫠
[2026-04-09 15:58:00] Sam Willis: I’m glad that you WANT that 😂
[2026-04-09 15:59:00] Dave: Oh I 100% do!
[2026-04-09 16:01:00] Dave: And I can not waaaait!!!
[2026-04-09 16:02:00] Sam Willis: Do you not want to be able to breathe??? lol
[2026-04-09 16:02:00] Dave: I’ll be fine
[2026-04-09 16:03:00] Dave: I’ve had much much heavier people than you actively trying to crush me lol
[2026-04-09 16:03:00] Dave: Your little ass is like a feather
[2026-04-09 16:03:00] Sam Willis: For real though, this body weight thing is like a thing that can calm peoples nervous systems and anxiety and shit.
[2026-04-09 16:03:00] Sam Willis: It’s like science.
[2026-04-09 16:03:00] Sam Willis: 😜
[2026-04-09 16:03:00] Sam Willis: That’s why weighted blankets are so amazing
[2026-04-09 16:04:00] Dave: I legit loooove it
[2026-04-09 16:04:00] Sam Willis: God I love my weighted blanket
[2026-04-09 16:04:00] Dave: I need to try mine again
[2026-04-09 16:04:00] Sam Willis: Yes you do!!!
[2026-04-09 16:04:00] Sam Willis: It’s like being hugged all night
[2026-04-09 16:04:00] Dave: That does sound pretty awesome
[2026-04-09 16:10:00] Dave: https://www.lovense.com/velvo-rotating-beaded-bunny-vibrator Try Lovense Velvo: A Thrusting, Rolling Bunny Vibrator with Dual-Stimulation Vibration for a Powerful Clitoral and G-Spot Massage.
[2026-04-09 16:13:00] Sam Willis: Omggggg
[2026-04-09 16:13:00] Sam Willis: That looks amazing!!
[2026-04-09 16:13:00] Dave: Right?!
[2026-04-09 16:13:00] Dave: You see this?
[2026-04-09 16:14:00] Sam Willis: I did not!!!
[2026-04-09 16:14:00] Dave: It’s animated and i guess syncs up
[2026-04-09 16:14:00] Sam Willis: Ahhhh!
[2026-04-09 16:14:00] Dave: Scroll down the page
[2026-04-09 16:15:00] Sam Willis: Do you have the Max 2?
[2026-04-09 16:15:00] Dave: No, I got the solace pro
[2026-04-09 16:15:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-09 16:16:00] Sam Willis: This is interesting
[2026-04-09 16:16:00] Sam Willis: Your price says $208 and mine says $228
[2026-04-09 16:17:00] Dave: Yeah I went to it from the app
[2026-04-09 16:17:00] Sam Willis: Ooooo
[2026-04-09 16:18:00] Sam Willis: Soooo maybe we need to consider getting these ☺️☺️
[2026-04-09 16:21:00] Dave: lol
[2026-04-09 16:21:00] Dave: “Consider”
[2026-04-09 16:21:00] Dave: lol
[2026-04-09 16:21:00] Dave: “Consider”
[2026-04-09 16:21:00] Dave:
[2026-04-09 16:22:00] Sam Willis: You bought it?!?
[2026-04-09 16:22:00] Sam Willis: Dave! That’s expensive
[2026-04-09 16:22:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-09 16:22:00] Sam Willis: I’ll pay you half
[2026-04-09 16:23:00] Sam Willis: 😤
[2026-04-09 16:23:00] Dave: If you won’t let me pay you half for hotels and flights and shit, I’ll just pay you back with sex toys
[2026-04-09 16:23:00] Sam Willis: Hahahaha
[2026-04-09 16:23:00] Sam Willis: Well I’m fucking excited!!!
[2026-04-09 16:24:00] Dave: Me too!
[2026-04-09 16:24:00] Sam Willis: Eeeeee!!
[2026-04-09 16:24:00] Sam Willis: Will it be though?
[2026-04-09 16:24:00] Sam Willis: That’s what I figured
[2026-04-09 16:24:00] Sam Willis: But next time!!!
[2026-04-09 16:25:00] Dave: I’ll send you the vib
[2026-04-09 16:25:00] Sam Willis: Or are you gonna ship it to me? ☺️
[2026-04-09 16:25:00] Dave: We don’t have to wait for next time
[2026-04-09 16:25:00] Sam Willis: Yassssss
[2026-04-09 16:25:00] Sam Willis: Thank you baby you’re the best
[2026-04-09 16:26:00] Dave: We’ll get stuff locally for this time 😏
[2026-04-09 16:26:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-09 16:28:00] Dave: Can you see if you can control my solace?
[2026-04-09 16:30:00] Sam Willis: Did you boot me out lol
[2026-04-09 16:31:00] Sam Willis: Ooo that’s fancy!!
[2026-04-09 16:31:00] Dave: I don’t think so but it may have closed the connection when I took the video 🤷‍♂️
[2026-04-09 16:31:00] Sam Willis: Yea I think it did
[2026-04-09 16:31:00] Dave: It’s dumb you can’t use video while controlling
[2026-04-09 16:31:00] Sam Willis: I’m gonna take a quick nap baby. But that thing looks niceeeee
[2026-04-09 16:31:00] Dave: NN sweetie
[2026-04-09 16:31:00] Dave: Sleep well
[2026-04-09 16:32:00] Sam Willis: Yea actually that seems flawed bc you would think in long distance, that couples would want to video it 🤔
[2026-04-09 16:32:00] Sam Willis: Yea actually that seems flawed bc you would think in long distance, that couples would want to video it 🤔
[2026-04-09 16:32:00] Sam Willis: We might have to try it again later. Could have been a fluke
[2026-04-09 16:33:00] Dave: I don’t think so
[2026-04-09 16:33:00] Dave: We noticed ast time with yours
[2026-04-09 16:33:00] Sam Willis: But also. Now I’m really thinking about your dick 🤤
[2026-04-09 16:33:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-09 16:34:00] Dave: Well I’m open to more explicit photos if it gets you really in the mood 🤭
[2026-04-09 17:37:00] Sam Willis: Why do I bother trying to take naps? I just get up even more annoyed bc they’re so rarely satisfying. Hmph
[2026-04-09 17:42:00] Dave: Awwwe, I’m sorry baby
[2026-04-09 17:44:00] Dave: This maybe didn’t express exactly what I was going for which was if thinking about my dick got you turned on you could send me more explicit pics… just to clarify 😜
[2026-04-09 17:44:00] Dave: This maybe didn’t express exactly what I was going for which was if thinking about my dick got you turned on you could send me more explicit pics… just to clarify 😜
[2026-04-09 17:44:00] Dave: And did you just not sleep well? Or did dogs keep you awake lol
[2026-04-09 17:45:00] Sam Willis: Lolol no I assumed that’s what you meant 🙄 lol
[2026-04-09 17:45:00] Sam Willis: Lolol no I assumed that’s what you meant 🙄 lol
[2026-04-09 17:46:00] Sam Willis: Both. But also my knee is not bueno. Really hurting
[2026-04-09 17:46:00] Sam Willis: Both. But also my knee is not bueno. Really hurting
[2026-04-09 18:05:00] Sam Willis: I have to leave in a few minutes to take Lexi to the vet, and these dogs just know when I’m about to leave. They all get insane. And act like feral tards
[2026-04-09 18:06:00] Sam Willis: And I’m not thrilled with them. Sigh
[2026-04-09 18:06:00] Sam Willis: But it’s fine
[2026-04-09 18:06:00] Sam Willis: Man why am I so grumpy
[2026-04-09 18:06:00] Sam Willis: Also
[2026-04-09 18:06:00] Dave: Yeah, I totally get that shit
[2026-04-09 18:06:00] Sam Willis: All I want to do is eatttttt
[2026-04-09 18:06:00] Dave: All your working out lately!
[2026-04-09 18:07:00] Sam Willis: No that’s bullshit bc this is just making all my hard work go away
[2026-04-09 18:07:00] Sam Willis: I just want to eat all the junk food
[2026-04-09 18:07:00] Sam Willis: Like give me so much cake
[2026-04-09 18:07:00] Sam Willis: Fuck regular food
[2026-04-09 18:07:00] Dave: Do it
[2026-04-09 18:07:00] Sam Willis: Noooooo
[2026-04-09 18:07:00] Dave: Get fat af so I don’t feel so bad lol
[2026-04-09 18:08:00] Sam Willis: I’ll never be hot like I want to be for you
[2026-04-09 18:08:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-09 18:08:00] Sam Willis: My literal face right now
[2026-04-09 18:08:00] Dave: Which is hilarious, because you’re sooo unbelievably hot 🥵
[2026-04-09 18:09:00] Dave: But I, on the other hand, will never be as hot as I want to be for you
[2026-04-09 18:09:00] Dave: But like, for real
[2026-04-09 18:09:00] Dave: Not like your fake not hot enough
[2026-04-09 18:13:00] Sam Willis: No, I’m for real!!
[2026-04-09 18:13:00] Sam Willis: Why didn’t you have sex with me 4 years ago, asshole lol
[2026-04-09 18:14:00] Sam Willis: Also it’s just sooooo annoying that men can lose 5 lbs in like a day and that takes like a month for a woman. The whole system is rigged lol
[2026-04-09 18:19:00] Dave: It’s total bullshit!
[2026-04-09 18:20:00] Sam Willis: And it’s just gonna get worse
[2026-04-09 18:20:00] Sam Willis: I’ve already passed my peak
[2026-04-09 18:20:00] Sam Willis: It’s all downhill from here
[2026-04-09 18:20:00] Dave: Welcome to the club baby
[2026-04-09 18:20:00] Sam Willis: Just send me to the grave
[2026-04-09 18:20:00] Dave: Enjoy the easy ride
[2026-04-09 18:20:00] Sam Willis: Actually, I want to be cremated but still
[2026-04-09 18:21:00] Sam Willis: Send me to the burner
[2026-04-09 18:24:00] Sam Willis: Transcription: By the way, this low-key reminded me that this is kind of what Christian and his mom got into a fight about this morning, way she hung up on him. She's a 75-year-old grown ass woman hanging up on her child and another adult like it's just been a crazy, but I guess she was being her passive aggressive self about how he doesn't come down and visit her and he was like I'm sorry like I have a lot going on. You know and gas is expensive and like it's just there's a lot going on like yes I know I need to get down and see you but she's like well and way she's very religious. She's the seventh day test and she's like well. I know you're not gonna agree with me but I'll say it anyway you know it's not gonna get better and he's like what do you mean and she's like like life's just not gonna get better you know I'm already here. I'm just preparing myself for the next life but if you're just waiting, you know for things to get easier it's not life's not gonna get better and he's like so then he goes on to be like well mom I have to think that life is going to get better because you know my kids are only 14 and 16 and I have to want that for them. You know I'm only 48 and I'm not ready to move onto the next life. He doesn't believe in the next life but anyway. And he's like how are you not hopeful whenever you have your God and then she hung up on him but anyway I just thought it was funny how she was like it's not gonna get better. I'm just preparing for my next.
[2026-04-09 18:35:00] Sam Willis: This is Lexi’s first vet visit and she is TERRIFIED!
[2026-04-09 18:35:00] Sam Willis: It is so funny what big babies they are when they don’t have the rest of the pack with them
[2026-04-09 18:35:00] Sam Willis: The two youngest are pitiful on their own
[2026-04-09 19:00:00] Dave: Audio Message.caf Transcription: Yes, so that's hilarious that his mom is like that especially for being religious right that's something me and Gail talked about today was About all the religion stuff Was about how like just backwards it all is And you know like they're the religious people are the ones that are always the most judged and they're always the ones that commit the most sins And it's all just like projecting basically But they just remind me like that The theme I was kind of going with at that time was You know how like on Christianity that that is like to be like that for the ones that are the Christians like I've become such a better person since I've been an atheist It's just like incredible Anyway, dogs How old is Lexi? It's surprise. It's her first time at the vet. There is already been a couple few times And both of those are fine they don't give a shit like whenever they go. It's just like a fun day at the park for them or something.
[2026-04-09 19:13:00] Sam Willis: She’s only been to the vet when she was still in the rescue and 3 months old. That’s when she got spayed and vaccines. So now it’s time to redo the annual ones. And we’ve been lucky she hasn’t been sick or hurt ever before this so yep, first time. A total scared baby
[2026-04-09 19:13:00] Sam Willis: She’s still back there getting her shots. She is nottttt about these people lol
[2026-04-09 19:20:00] Sam Willis: And completely agree about religion
[2026-04-09 19:20:00] Sam Willis: It’s honestly such a mind fuck
[2026-04-09 19:20:00] Dave: The wigglers love anyone who gives them attention
[2026-04-09 19:21:00] Sam Willis: They’re the best
[2026-04-09 19:21:00] Sam Willis: Not my assholes lol
[2026-04-09 19:21:00] Dave: YOU’RE the best 😘
[2026-04-09 19:21:00] Sam Willis: I love you
[2026-04-09 19:21:00] Dave: Your asshole is the best
[2026-04-09 19:21:00] Dave: Hahaha
[2026-04-09 19:22:00] Sam Willis: Hahahaha you have not even been acquainted with it!!!
[2026-04-09 19:22:00] Dave: …yet 😏
[2026-04-09 19:22:00] Sam Willis: Knew this was coming lol
[2026-04-09 19:22:00] Dave: That’s all I could think of as I saw the word pop up while I was typing you’re the best lolol
[2026-04-09 19:22:00] Sam Willis: Hahahaha
[2026-04-09 19:22:00] Dave: …yet 😏
[2026-04-09 19:22:00] Sam Willis: Knew this was coming lol
[2026-04-09 19:23:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-09 19:23:00] Dave: I knew you knew
[2026-04-09 19:23:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-09 19:23:00] Dave: I knew you knew
[2026-04-09 19:23:00] Sam Willis: Lexi just threw up big time in my car. Fmllll
[2026-04-09 19:23:00] Sam Willis: Omg
[2026-04-09 19:23:00] Dave: Awwwwe
[2026-04-09 19:23:00] Sam Willis: I’ll text you later lol
[2026-04-09 19:23:00] Dave: You poor thing
[2026-04-09 19:35:00] Sam Willis: Luckily I have seat covers. So I just threw it away lol
[2026-04-09 19:35:00] Sam Willis: Sigh
[2026-04-09 19:36:00] Dave: Good call
[2026-04-09 20:24:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-09 20:24:00] Sam Willis: Ate the stupid salad. Doing the stupid walk
[2026-04-09 20:24:00] Sam Willis: 🙄
[2026-04-09 20:25:00] Dave: Good job baby!
[2026-04-09 20:25:00] Dave: I’m proud of you
[2026-04-09 20:26:00] Dave: And I appreciate that you’re doing it for me 🥰
[2026-04-09 20:26:00] Dave: Even though you’re obviously already perfect 😍
[2026-04-09 20:28:00] Sam Willis: Oh I’m still totally eating some Oreos tonight
[2026-04-09 20:28:00] Sam Willis: Best believe lol
[2026-04-09 20:29:00] Dave: EAT THEM ALLLL
[2026-04-09 20:29:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-04-09 21:52:00] Sam Willis: Are you still awake? What is happening here?
[2026-04-09 21:53:00] Dave: What is happening where?
[2026-04-09 21:53:00] Sam Willis: In this world. Where you aren’t texting me lol
[2026-04-09 21:53:00] Dave: Oh shit! It has been an hour and a half!!
[2026-04-09 21:53:00] Sam Willis: I saw this the other day and thought of you. And now it’s DEFINITELY relevant. Hold please
[2026-04-09 21:54:00] Dave: I’m sorry princess, I’ve been working on my new site 😁
[2026-04-09 21:54:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-09 21:55:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-04-09 21:56:00] Sam Willis: Well that’s what you’re gonna get for just leaving me be for so long!!! 😤
[2026-04-09 21:56:00] Dave:
[2026-04-09 21:56:00] Sam Willis: Eeee that’s exciting!!
[2026-04-09 21:56:00] Sam Willis: Well that’s what you’re gonna get for just leaving me be for so long!!! 😤
[2026-04-09 21:58:00] Dave: <no text>
[2026-04-09 21:59:00] Sam Willis: I’ll forgive you of your sins
[2026-04-09 21:59:00] Sam Willis: We only have 3 more nights apart!!!
[2026-04-09 22:00:00] Dave: 2 days 14 hours 59 minutes actually
[2026-04-09 22:01:00] Dave: And I might die before then I’m so excited
[2026-04-09 22:02:00] Sam Willis: Don’t die on me!!!!
[2026-04-09 22:02:00] Sam Willis: And you think we’re going to be able to just see each other and kiss and hug and then go get a drink somewhere????? Mmmmmmkkkk
[2026-04-09 22:03:00] Dave: Hehehe
[2026-04-09 22:04:00] Dave: Just think about how fun it will be not being able to keep our hands off each other, but trying to, but not being able to, at the bar, at the adult store, in the elevator…
[2026-04-09 22:05:00] Sam Willis: Oh I’ve been thinking about this torture
[2026-04-09 22:05:00] Dave: And loving it 😏
[2026-04-09 22:05:00] Sam Willis: <no text>
[2026-04-09 22:06:00] Sam Willis: And then get back to our room and absolutely rip off each others clothes 🥵🥵
[2026-04-09 22:06:00] Sam Willis: I just got a wave of heat through me just thinking about it
[2026-04-09 22:06:00] Dave: I bet you get sooo wet thinking about it don’t you
[2026-04-09 22:06:00] Sam Willis: Fuck yes I do
[2026-04-09 22:06:00] Dave: I’ve been hard pretty much since I sent you that pic 🤭
[2026-04-09 22:07:00] Sam Willis: 🥵🥵🥵🥵
[2026-04-09 22:08:00] Dave: Ooooh… I hope you wear something i can easily access your pussy like on crazy night 😈
[2026-04-09 22:09:00] Sam Willis: I think I was just wearing jeans, wasn’t I??
[2026-04-09 22:10:00] Dave: Yeah
[2026-04-09 22:10:00] Sam Willis: Done and done lolol
[2026-04-09 22:10:00] Dave: It was easy to get down the front of them
[2026-04-09 22:10:00] Sam Willis: Yassssss
[2026-04-09 22:10:00] Sam Willis: Fuck so hot
[2026-04-09 22:10:00] Dave: So so hot
[2026-04-09 22:10:00] Sam Willis: So so sooooo hottttttttt
[2026-04-09 22:10:00] Dave: Hehehehe
[2026-04-09 22:11:00] Sam Willis: OK you’re torturing me right before bed. 😩
[2026-04-09 22:11:00] Dave: Omg I can’t wait
[2026-04-09 22:15:00] Sam Willis: I gotta go up and shower and go to bed. Bc you know…the office tomorrow 😭😭
[2026-04-09 22:16:00] Sam Willis: So I love you baby!! I’ll be thinking of you in my sleep!! And that absolutely delicious, sexy AF cock of yours ❤️🥵🤤🤤🤤
[2026-04-09 22:19:00] Dave: Hahaha, omg 🫠🫠. I literally just made a noise out loud… I’m not even sure what it was lol
[2026-04-09 22:19:00] Sam Willis: A laughing one or a 😳😳 one? WHAT KIND OF NOISE!
[2026-04-09 22:23:00] Dave: An omg-I-love-this/her-and-cant-wait-until-sunday-because-im-so-excited-and-she-knows-just-what-to-say-and-i-just-cant-fucking-waif-to-see-and-hug-and-kiss-and-suck-this-sexy-motherfucker noise.
[2026-04-09 22:23:00] Sam Willis: You’re the absolute best
[2026-04-09 22:24:00] Dave: You are!
[2026-04-09 22:24:00] Sam Willis: Love you. Good night! ❤️
[2026-04-09 22:28:00] Dave: Goodnight babydoll
[2026-04-09 22:28:00] Dave: I love you
[2026-04-09 22:28:00] Dave: And I hope you’re naked right not in the shower 🤤

The apartment smelled like garlic and the cheap candle she'd lit to cover the smell of garlic, and Sam was standing barefoot at the kitchen counter in leggings and one of his old t-shirts when the video call rang — early, an hour earlier than she'd expected him, and she answered with a wooden spoon still in her hand and a streak of tomato sauce on her wrist.

"You're early," she said.

"I know." He was in his truck, parked somewhere — she could see the dash glow on the side of his face. "Put the spoon down."

She set it down slowly. Not because of the tone. Because of the quiet underneath it, the unhurried particular way he said put the spoon down when he meant we're doing this now. He hadn't said they were doing anything tonight. Tuesday was supposed to be nothing. Tuesday was supposed to be a stove and a stupid fitness video she'd promised herself she'd try and a text thread about a dog that threw up in her car.

"Hi," she said, and her voice came out thinner than she meant.

"Hi, baby." He smiled. It was the smile she'd fallen in love with approximately ten thousand times over four years, and it still did the thing where her stomach dropped two inches. "Turn the burner off."

She turned the burner off.

"Good girl. Now go to your bedroom. Take your phone."

She went. Lexi followed her halfway down the hall and gave up when Sam shut the door. The bedroom was dim — she hadn't turned the lamp on — and the bed was unmade from that morning, the comforter shoved to the foot, and she propped the phone against the pillow and stood at the edge of the mattress like she was waiting for a verdict.

"Strip."

No preamble. She exhaled through her nose, a small laugh that wasn't quite a laugh, and she pulled the t-shirt over her head. Her hair came down with it, caught in the collar, and she had to shake it loose. The leggings next — she had to sit on the edge of the bed to peel them off because they were the tight kind, and she was already damp through the gusset when she pulled them down her thighs, and he saw. She knew he saw.

"Jesus," he said. Quiet. "You didn't even know I was calling."

"I've been thinking about you all day."

"Tell me what you were thinking."

She hesitated. Not from shyness. From the problem of how to say it. "That video you sent. The exercises. I was trying to do the squat thing against the wall and I — " She stopped. Her face went hot. "I was already wet. From nothing. From bending my knees."

"From the wall."

"From the wall." She laughed, because it was absurd, and then she stopped laughing, because his face on the screen was not laughing.

"Lie back," he said. "Knees up. Feet flat."

She did. The comforter was cool under her shoulder blades. She bent her knees and let them fall open, and she knew exactly what he was seeing — the phone was angled up from the pillow, and her cunt was the center of the frame, and he was going to make her look at it with him. He always did. That was one of the things she'd learned about him in the last year: he liked making her see herself.

"Look how wet you are," he said softly. "Baby. You are dripping."

She was. She could feel it — a bead of it moving slow down the cleft of her ass toward the bed. She made a small sound, involuntary, and her hand twitched toward herself and stopped. She knew better. She waited.

"Two fingers," he said. "Inside. Slow."

She slid two fingers into herself and the slick sound was obscene in the quiet room and her breath hitched and held. Her cunt clenched around her own knuckles. She'd been half-hard all day — all week, honestly, since he'd sent her the picture, since he'd sent her the toy, since he'd said I can't wait to have all of your weight on me and she'd had to put her phone face-down at work because she couldn't focus.

"Don't move them," he said. "Just hold them there. I want you to feel how full you are."

She held them there. Her thighs were trembling already. He watched her on the screen and she watched him watching her, and that was the loop that made this work, the loop that had made this work for a year now — him seeing her, her knowing he was seeing her, the way his face went still and focused when she was this open for him.

"Tell me what else you were thinking about today."

"I — " Her voice cracked. "The toy. The new one."

"What about it."

"I kept imagining you putting it in me. With the app. And you'd be — you'd be somewhere else, in a meeting, and I'd be at my desk, and you'd turn it on and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't stop you."

"You'd want me to stop?"

"No."

"Say it."

"I wouldn't want you to stop."

"Curl your fingers. Right there. Yeah." He watched. "Are you going to come for me tonight, Sam."

"If you let me."

"I'm going to let you. But not yet. Take them out."

She pulled her fingers out and they came out glossy and she didn't know where to put her hand. Her thighs were shaking. Her clit was so swollen she could feel her pulse in it and she hadn't even touched it.

"Put them in your mouth."

She did. She closed her lips around her own fingers and she tasted herself — that particular taste, a little metallic, a little sweet, and his face on the screen changed. She saw it change. His mouth opened slightly. His jaw worked.

"Good girl," he said, and his voice had gone rough now, gone lower. "Four years of you and you still wreck me. Do you know that?"

"Yes."

"Yes what."

"Yes, Sir."

He exhaled. "Other hand. Clit. One finger. Slow circles, and I mean slow — if I see you speed up, I stop you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

She reached down with her left hand and found her clit and the first circle was so small, so slow, that it almost wasn't a touch at all. Her hips jerked up off the bed anyway. She whimpered. She heard herself whimper and she didn't recognize the sound — it was a sound she only ever made for him, a sound that lived in the register where she wasn't performing anything, where she was just a body on a bed responding to a voice through a phone.

"Good. That's perfect. Keep it there."

She kept it there. The slow drag of her fingertip over her clit was its own kind of torture — too light to finish her, too much to be nothing. Her whole body was strung tight. She could feel sweat at her hairline. A tear slid sideways out of the corner of her eye and she didn't know when that had started. That happened sometimes. It wasn't sad. It was a valve.

"Why are you crying, baby."

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do."

"Because I — " She swallowed. "Because you're not here. Because I want you here."

"Sunday."

"Sunday."

"Five more days."

"I know."

"You're going to wear something for me Sunday. Something I can get through with one hand. Yes?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And when we get back to the room we're going to rip it off each other anyway."

"Yes." Her fingers faltered and she forced herself back to the slow drag. "Yes, please."

"Faster. But not fast. Just — a little."

She moved her fingers a little faster and her cunt clenched around nothing and she was going to lose her mind. Her other hand had fisted in the sheet. Her heels were dug into the mattress.

"I love watching you like this," he said. "Do you know how beautiful you are right now. Hair everywhere. Legs open. Your little hand between your legs working for me. Fuck, Sam."

"I'm close."

"I know you are. I can see it."

"Please."

"Please what."

"Please let me."

"Not yet." His voice was steady. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You."

"Louder."

"You. I belong to you."

"That's right." He paused. She could hear him breathing. She could hear herself breathing — fast, shallow, a wrecked little rhythm. "Two fingers back inside. Keep working your clit. Both hands. Now."

She pushed two fingers back inside herself and her cunt gripped them so hard she gasped, and her other hand kept circling, and she was so full and so stretched tight at the seam of herself that the room blurred at the edges.

"Fuck your hand, baby. Let me see."

She fucked her own hand. Her hips came up off the bed and her fingers slid in and out of her and the wet sound of it was horrible and perfect and her other hand kept working her clit and she could feel the first real edge of it rising, the one that wasn't going to stop once it started, the one that was going to take her apart.

"Dave — "

"Look at me."

She looked at the screen. He was looking straight at her.

"Come."

She came. She came hard — her cunt clamping down on her fingers so tight she couldn't move them, her thighs snapping together around her wrist, a sob breaking out of her mouth that was half his name and half nothing, just vowel, just noise. It rolled through her in waves and kept coming and she couldn't stop shaking and she couldn't get her hand out from between her legs and she couldn't stop crying — quiet, not hurt, just overwhelmed — and through all of it he was talking, low, steady, that's it, baby, that's my girl, give it to me, all of it, good, good, good.

When she finally came down she was curled on her side, hand still tucked between her thighs, face turned toward the phone. The screen was close. He'd moved the phone closer on his end too — she could see the grain of his skin, the small lines at the corner of his eye.

"Breathe," he said.

She breathed.

"Again."

She breathed again. The shaking was slower now. Her cheeks were wet. She reached up and wiped at them with the back of her hand — the clean one — and laughed, a small wet laugh, because she was a mess, because the pasta sauce was probably burning downstairs, because he had called an hour early and demolished her on a Tuesday night while Lexi slept on the couch.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me."

"I'm okay. I'm really okay. I just — " She blinked at him. "I love you."

"I know." A pause. "I love you, baby. Go drink some water. Put on the weighted one."

"The blanket?"

"The blanket."

She nodded. She didn't move yet. She lay there and looked at him and he looked at her, and neither of them said anything for a while. The room was still dim. Her body felt liquid. There was a faint smell of tomato from the kitchen and a faint hum from the phone and her own pulse slowing in her ears, and she thought — not for the first time, not for the thousandth time — that this was the thing nobody else would ever know about her. That she came apart like this. That she let someone. That she had been let.

"Sunday," he said, quiet.

"Sunday," she said back.

And she pulled the comforter up over her legs and stayed there, watching him, until the sauce started to smell like it was seriously about to burn and she had to get up, laughing, still shaky, still his.

The vault door was half a century of Soviet engineering and it didn't want to open for her.

Sam worked the tumblers by feel, ear pressed to the cold steel, sweat beading at her hairline despite the meat-locker chill of the archive. Seven floors down under a Prague office building that officially did not exist. The lights on this level were bad — amber, flickering — and the air tasted like old paper and solder. Somewhere above them, a cleaning crew that wasn't a cleaning crew was working its way floor by floor.

"How we doing, Virginia?"

Dave's voice in her earpiece, warm as a hand at the back of her neck. He was at the top of the stairwell, waiting. Her lookout. Her partner. Her everything, on paper and off.

"I'd be doing better if you'd stop breathing in my ear like that," she muttered.

"I'm thirty meters away."

"Exactly."

A soft laugh. The kind only she got to hear. Then: "Dust plume on the monitors, sweetpea. Two minutes, maybe less."

"Copy."

The last tumbler gave. The door exhaled — actually exhaled, decades of stale nitrogen sighing out around her face — and swung inward on a hiss of hydraulics. Inside: a single steel drawer in a climate-controlled cabinet, and inside that, a reel of magnetic tape the size of a dinner plate. She bagged it, zipped it into the thigh pocket of her tac pants, and turned.

Dave was at the stairwell door. He'd moved without sound, the way he always did, and he was already watching her.

"You said thirty meters."

"I lied."

He had his sidearm loose in one hand and his other hand out, palm up, for hers. She took it. His fingers closed around hers, unhurried, the way he did everything, and he pulled her in close enough that she could feel the heat of him through two layers of fabric.

"They're coming down the north stairwell," he said. "We're going out the south. Service tunnel to the metro. Eight minutes."

"And if they beat us to the metro?"

"They won't."

She wanted to argue with him on principle. She didn't. She'd argued with him on principle for four years and she'd learned by now that when he used that particular register of quiet — the unhurried one, the Virginia one, the one that meant I've already solved this — he was usually right.

They moved.

The service tunnel was a concrete artery running east under the city, lit every thirty meters by a bare bulb in a wire cage. Condensation on the walls. The distant sub-bass hum of a metro train two levels down. Dave led, sidearm low, and Sam followed with the tape against her thigh like a second heartbeat. Her own pulse was thudding in her throat and between her legs and she hated herself a little for the second part, for the way danger had always cross-wired with want in her body, for the way Dave's hand on her hand thirty seconds ago had sent a wave of heat through her that was still there, sitting low and hot under her navel.

Three hundred meters in, he stopped.

"Listen."

She listened. At first nothing. Then — footsteps behind them. Multiple. Measured. Not running. Professionals.

"How many?"

"Four. Maybe five."

"Fuck."

"There's a maintenance room ahead on the left. Dead end but a sealed door. We wait them out."

"Wait them out how long?"

"As long as it takes."

He was already moving. She followed. The maintenance room was exactly what he'd said — a concrete box with a steel door, a rack of electrical conduit, a dead workbench under a flickering fluorescent. Dave shut the door behind them, threw the interior bolt, and killed the overhead. The only light was the red LED on a breaker panel and the thin strip of amber bleeding under the door.

In the red-and-amber dark he was a shape she knew better than her own. Shoulders. The clean line of his bald head. The way he held his weapon — low, patient, the hand of a man who had never once panicked in her presence.

The footsteps passed outside. Paused. Moved on.

Neither of them breathed.

A minute. Two. Three.

When she finally exhaled it came out shaky.

"Virginia."

"I'm fine."

"Come here."

She came. He set the sidearm on the workbench — soft clink of metal on wood — and put his hand at the back of her neck and pulled her forehead against his. She could smell him. Gun oil and the laundry soap he used and the clean warm skin underneath. Her hands found his vest and fisted in the webbing and she held on.

"You're shaking," he said.

"Adrenaline."

"Mmhm."

"Don't mmhm me, you bastard."

She felt him smile against her temple. Then his mouth at her ear, low: "We've got maybe twenty minutes before the sweep loops back. And you're vibrating like a struck bell."

"So?"

"So I know what you need when you get like this."

She did too. She'd known for four years. She'd known since the first time he'd pinned her against a hotel wall in Istanbul after a job gone sideways and showed her that the thing knotted up inside her had a very specific key.

"We don't have time," she said, which was a lie she owed them both and meant to waste.

"We have exactly enough time."

His hand left her neck. It went to the front of her tac pants. The button. The zipper. Unhurried. He unfastened her the way he unfastened everything — like the lock had already agreed to it — and then his hand was inside, palm flat to her lower belly, sliding down, fingers finding her through the soaked cotton of her underwear and pausing there, just pressing.

"Christ, Virginia."

"Shut up."

"You're fucking drenched."

"I said shut up."

"This is from the vault?"

"This is from you," she hissed, and she heard the ragged edge in her own voice and so did he, and he made a low sound against her ear that she felt in her teeth.

He pushed the underwear aside and his fingers were on her bare cunt and she bit down on the shoulder of his vest to keep from making noise. Two fingers, curling up into her, slow and deep, exactly the way he knew she liked it when she was already wound this tight. His thumb found her clit and started a patient slow circle and she was going to die. She was going to die in a concrete box under Prague with his hand in her pants and his mouth at her temple murmuring things she couldn't hear over the blood in her ears.

"Turn around."

She turned. He walked her three steps forward until her hands hit the workbench. He kicked her boots wider. Her pants came down to her thighs and stopped there — the tape was still in her thigh pocket and neither of them said anything about it but she felt him register the weight, the reason, the fact that they were still in it. It made her wetter. She hated that it made her wetter. She didn't hate it at all.

"Hand over your mouth," he said behind her. "Keep it there."

She put her hand over her mouth. She heard his belt, the soft clatter of his buckle, the drag of his zipper, and then the hot blunt press of his cock against her. He didn't tease. He didn't need to. He dragged the head of it through her once — just once, slow, so she'd feel how wet she'd made him already — and then he pushed into her in one steady stroke and she screamed into her own palm.

He held there. Fully seated. Hand spread wide and warm across her lower back.

"Breathe, sweetpea."

She couldn't. She did. A shaky inhale through her nose.

"Good girl."

He started to move.

The workbench creaked under her hands. She locked her elbows and pushed back into him and he set a rhythm that wasn't fast but wasn't merciful either — deep, deep, deep, the head of him dragging over the spot inside her that turned her legs to nothing, his hips slapping into her ass in a steady wet rhythm that sounded obscene in the concrete quiet. His hand came up under her tac shirt, up under her sports bra, and found her nipple and rolled it between his fingers and she made a broken noise into her palm.

"Quiet."

"I'm trying —"

"Try harder."

His other hand slid around her hip and down and found her clit and she nearly went to her knees. He caught her. Of course he caught her. His arm banded across her hips and held her up onto his cock and he fucked her like that — her feet barely on the floor, his fingers working her clit, his mouth against the back of her neck mumbling filth she was only catching pieces of.

— so fucking tight when you're scared —

— knew the second that door opened —

— gonna come on me, Virginia, you're gonna come on me right now —

She came. She came with her teeth sunk into the meat of her own palm and his cock buried as deep in her as it would go and her cunt fluttering around him in waves that kept arriving, kept arriving, kept arriving. She felt him lose his rhythm. She felt him grind deep and hold. She felt the warm flood of him inside her as he buried his groan in the back of her neck and his hand at her hip went tight enough to bruise.

They stayed like that. Her bent over the bench. Him curved over her. Both of them breathing like they'd run.

Somewhere down the tunnel, very far away, a door clanged shut.

Dave's head came up. His body went still in the specific way it did when his brain had just stepped out of the room they were in and into the one next door. She knew the shift. She'd watched it a hundred times.

"Sweep's looping early," he murmured.

"How long?"

"Five minutes. Maybe four."

He pulled out of her. She felt the warm slide of him leaving her body, felt her own wetness start down her thigh, felt him dab at her with — she glanced back — his own undershirt, which he'd pulled from under his vest. Unhurried. Tender. He pulled her underwear back into place, tugged her pants up, refastened the button at her waist with the same hands that had, seconds ago, been full of her.

He looked her in the face in the red-and-amber dark.

"Okay?"

"Yeah."

"Virginia."

"I'm okay. I'm good. I'm —" She laughed, a soft startled thing. "I'm really fucking good."

He kissed her. Once. Soft. His palm cradling her jaw like she was something breakable, which she wasn't, and which was exactly why it undid her.

"Let's go home," he said.

"East?"

"East."

He picked up the sidearm. She checked the tape in her thigh pocket. They unbolted the door, listened, and stepped back into the tunnel.

His hand found hers as they walked. He didn't let go.

Behind them, somewhere in the dark, the footsteps started again — and ahead of them, eight minutes away, the metro hummed under the city like a promise, and she thought, with the tape at her thigh and his thumb stroking the back of her hand: we're gonna rip each other's clothes off the second we hit that hotel room, and she knew, without looking, that he was thinking the same thing.

They walked faster.

The dog park on Alvernon closes at sunset, which gives them maybe forty minutes, and Lexi is using every one of them to recover her dignity. She keeps shooting Sam these betrayed little glances from the other end of the leash, still tasting whatever she threw up in the car that morning, and Sam keeps murmuring I know, baby, I know in the voice she uses when she's actually apologizing to someone else.

"She's gonna hold this against you for years," Dave says. He's on the bench, one ankle crossed over his knee, sunglasses pushed up on his bald head. He got in at noon. They went to lunch. She barely ate. He watched her not eat and didn't say anything.

"She already does." Sam drops down next to him, closer than the bench requires. Her thigh lines up against his. "Look at her. That's a grudge face."

"That's a I-was-promised-a-better-life face."

"Same thing."

The sun is low and the air has that Arizona quality where it's still warm but the light has gone soft and orange and a little merciful. A woman throws a tennis ball for a golden. Somewhere a kid is shrieking about something. Dave's hand finds the small of Sam's back under her t-shirt and stays there, palm flat against skin, not moving, not doing anything, just there.

She goes quiet against it. He can feel it — the small drop in her shoulders. Four days of texting and phone calls and her voice coming apart in his ear, and now this: his hand on her actual body, her body responding the way it only responds to him.

"You're being weird," she says.

"How."

"You're being quiet."

"I'm looking at you."

"That's what I mean."

He smiles. Doesn't take his hand off her back. His thumb moves, once, a slow stroke against the knob of her spine, and she exhales like he pressed a button.

"Don't," she says.

"Don't what."

"Don't start here."

"I haven't started anything."

"You're touching my back."

"I'm allowed."

"Not like that you're not."

He laughs, low, and she laughs too, the specific small one she does when she's pretending to be annoyed and isn't. Lexi finally lies down in the dirt at their feet, sighing like a woman who has given up on the species.

"How long until you have to get Lexi home," he says.

"She's fine. She's been fine since the Pepcid."

"How long, Sam."

"Whenever." A pause. "Now-ish."

"Okay."

"Okay what."

"Okay let's go."

She turns her head toward him. Her hair is up, a few pieces stuck at the nape of her neck with sweat, and her mouth does that thing where she's trying not to look at his mouth and failing.

"I haven't even," she starts, and doesn't finish, because there's nothing to finish. She hasn't even what. Hasn't even shown him the plug she keeps next to the bed. Hasn't even tried the Velvo. Hasn't even let him kiss her properly since the airport, because if he'd kissed her properly at the airport they wouldn't have made it to the car.

"I know," he says.

The drive back to her house is nine minutes and he spends them with his right hand on her thigh, not high, not low, just resting above her knee where her shorts end, his fingers spread. She drives. She keeps both hands on the wheel. She stops at a yellow light she could have made and he glances over and her jaw is tight.

"You okay."

"Don't fucking talk to me right now."

He laughs.

"I mean it."

"I know you mean it."

"I'm gonna crash my car."

"Then I'll drive."

"It's too late for that."

She pulls into her garage and the door rolls down behind them and she sits there for a second with her hands still on the wheel, engine ticking, and then she looks at him and he's already looking at her and they just — look. Four years of this. The fact of each other in a closed space, alone, finally.

"Hi," she says, small voice.

"Hi, sweetpea."

She makes a sound he's going to think about for weeks.

Lexi gets fed. Lexi gets water. Lexi gets told she's a good girl and goes to her bed in the living room without protest, wrung out by her own morning. Sam washes her hands at the kitchen sink and Dave stands behind her and puts his mouth on the side of her neck and she drops the hand towel in the basin.

"Upstairs," he says, against her skin.

"Yeah."

"Now."

"Yeah."

She turns in his arms and he kisses her, finally, properly — not the careful airport kiss, not the restaurant kiss, but the real one, the one with his hand in her hair and his tongue in her mouth and her entire body going loose against the counter. She tastes like the water she just drank. She makes a small broken noise into his mouth and he swallows it.

"Bedroom," she says, when she can. "Go. Go."

He gets her up the stairs and she's already pulling her shirt over her head on the landing, and he's unbuckling his belt on the way down the hall, and by the time they hit the bedroom door she's in her bra and shorts and he's shirtless and she's laughing, actually laughing, that high surprised laugh of hers, because they're both acting like teenagers and neither of them cares.

"Where is it," he says.

"What."

"The Velvo."

"Oh my god." She goes to the nightstand. He watches her bend over the drawer, the line of her back, the dimples above her waistband, and he has to close his eyes for a second.

She comes up with it in her palm. Black, smaller than the pictures made it look. Charged and ready because of course it is, she's been waiting.

"Bed," he says.

"Bossy."

"Bed, Sam."

She goes. She sits on the edge of the bed and he kneels down in front of her and undoes the button of her shorts with his teeth on her stomach and she says fuck so softly it's almost not a word. He gets the shorts off. The underwear. She lifts her hips for him without being asked. She's wet already — he can see it, the slick of her inner thighs, the gloss of her cunt — and he hasn't even touched her yet.

"Look at you," he says.

"Don't."

"Look at me."

She does.

"I've been hard since Tuesday."

"Shut up."

"I mean it. I sent you that picture and I've been hard since Tuesday."

"Dave —"

"Open your legs."

She opens her legs. He puts his mouth on her and she makes the sound, the one, the involuntary one that comes out of her throat like she didn't give it permission, and her hand goes to the back of his head. He takes his time. He hasn't tasted her in two weeks and he's not rushing this. He licks into her slow, flat tongue, then tip, then two fingers sliding up into her wet heat while his mouth works her clit, and her thighs start to shake almost immediately.

"Baby," she says. "Baby, baby, I'm gonna —"

He pulls back.

"Dave."

"Not yet."

"You motherfucker."

He laughs into her thigh. He's cruel. He knows he's cruel. He picks up the Velvo.

"Lie back."

She lies back.

"Tell me if it's weird."

"Okay."

He turns it on. It hums, low, and he watches her face when he presses it to her, just lightly, just the edge of it against her clit, and her hips come up off the bed.

"Fuck —"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He holds it there. He uses two fingers of his other hand inside her, curled, pressed up, and her whole body starts to wind. He knows the pattern of it. He knows what her breathing sounds like at thirty seconds, at a minute, at the edge. He pulls the toy away right before.

She sobs. An actual sob, frustrated, and she says "Dave please," and that's when he gets on the bed with her, over her, his cock out of his boxers finally, and she reaches for him before he's even close.

"Now," she says.

"Yeah."

"Now, now, please —"

He pushes into her and she arches off the bed so hard her head goes back and her mouth falls open and no sound comes out at all, just a silent stretched expression that is — he will remember it — the best thing his life has ever handed him. He holds still inside her. She's so wet he can hear it when he moves a quarter inch.

"Hi," he says, stupid, low.

"Hi."

"I love you."

"I love you I love you I love you —"

He starts to move. Slow, first, all the way out and back in, watching where they meet, watching his cock come out shiny with her. He thumbs the Velvo back on and presses it between them, against her clit, and her hand flies up and clamps around his wrist.

"Too much?"

"No — no, no, keep — fuck —"

Her other hand grabs his, the one bracing next to her head, and pulls it to her throat. Not shy about it. Not performing. Just puts it there and looks up at him.

He closes his fingers. Not hard. Just held. Her pulse under his palm, fast and wild, and her eyes roll back.

"Like that?"

She nods. She can't talk.

He fucks her harder. The bed starts to hit the wall, a soft knock on every stroke, and she's making a sound now that isn't a word, a high broken vowel over and over, and he feels her start to clench around him and he knows he's not going to last. Two weeks. Two weeks of texting her and jerking off in his car and not coming on Wednesday because he promised her. He buries his face in her neck and groans.

"Come for me," he says.

"I'm —"

"Come on, sweetpea."

She breaks. Her whole body seizes under him, her cunt locking down on him so tight he sees white behind his eyes, and she's saying his name, his name, his name, and he lets go — lets go of her throat, lets go of the toy, lets go of any control he still had — and comes inside her with his forehead pressed to hers, shaking, spilling, making a sound he doesn't recognize from himself.

They don't move for a long time.

Her leg is over his. The ceiling fan is on. The Velvo is somewhere in the sheets, still quietly buzzing, and neither of them has gotten up to turn it off. Her palm is flat on his chest, over his heart, the way she always puts it.

"Your knee okay," he says. His voice is wrecked.

"Mhm."

"Sure?"

"Didn't notice it."

"Good."

She's quiet. He thinks she might be falling asleep. Then she says, not looking at him:

"Thank you for coming."

"You don't have to thank me for coming, Sam."

"I mean to Arizona."

"I know what you mean."

A longer quiet. Lexi's snoring, faintly, from downstairs.

"I was so nervous today," she says.

"I know."

"You knew?"

"You didn't eat your lunch."

"Fuck." She laughs, small. "I thought I was being so normal."

"You were being so normal."

"Just not to you."

"Just not to me."

She turns her face into his shoulder. He feels her smile against his skin. He feels four years of patience and a hundred phone calls and three days of texting and every careful thing they've built, all of it pooled in this one dumb rented moment under a ceiling fan in Arizona, and he thinks: this. Just this. For as long as they get.

He reaches down, finds the toy in the sheets, switches it off.

The room goes quiet.

"Stay," she says, into his shoulder.

"I'm here."

"No, I mean — stay."

"I know what you mean," he says again, and pulls the blanket up over both of them, and she's already asleep before he gets it to her shoulder.

DAY OVERVIEW Today was a Tuesday marked by a playful, flirtatious morning that evolved into sexually charged midday banter and ended with tender, longing-filled evening exchanges. The most defining moment was their explicit discussion of upcoming intimate encounters and the purchase of a new sex toy, which heightened their anticipation and connection.

TOPIC INVENTORY

  • Fitness Video
  • Dave shared a link to a fitness video with seven challenging exercises.
  • Sam expressed doubt about her ability to complete them, especially one involving a low squat against a wall.
  • Emotional register: Playful, slightly anxious

  • "I think I saw like maybe five of the exercises so far. Yeah, we'll see. I might try to test those out tonight."

  • Masturbation History

  • Sam revealed her masturbation history, mentioning specific episodes and her mental approach to it.
  • Dave shared his surprise at the intensity of her feelings and his own experiences.
  • Emotional register: Vulnerable, introspective

  • "I had not been masturbating like basically at all so since I have been with Christian so... Take out like three years easily."

  • Rental Property

  • Sam discussed the rigid process and impersonal nature of dealing with a property management company for a rental.
  • She expressed concern for her friend's hesitation and the lack of human touch in the process.
  • Emotional register: Frustrated, concerned

  • "So it's very rigid like you get this you get this communication and it's like OK you're your application has been approved. You have 48 hours to accept."

  • Work Complaints

  • Sam vented about coworkers, including Brian and Stephen, describing them as idiots and little bitches.
  • Dave responded with supportive laughter and agreement.
  • Emotional register: Irritated, bonded

  • "I don’t even remember. Opened his mouth."

  • Erin Yara

  • Sam shared a friend's complaint about Erin Yara being a "total cunt" and giving women in leadership a bad reputation.
  • Dave recalled Sam's previous complaints about Erin.
  • Emotional register: Disgusted, bonded

  • "She’s a total cunt. Gives women in leadership a bad reputation."

  • Therapy Session

  • Dave mentioned attending therapy and discussing his history with religion and parents.
  • Sam expressed support and interest in his therapeutic journey.
  • Emotional register: Supportive, introspective

  • "It was good. We talked about my history with religion, my parents, my parenting…"

  • Lunch and Food

  • Sam described her unsatisfying lunch at a bar, mentioning steamed potstickers and fried rice that didn't agree with her.
  • Dave expressed sympathy and humor about her food choices.
  • Emotional register: Playful, sympathetic

  • "Dude, so many things first off I am so full I feel sick. We went to this bar place and I didn't have any fun cause it just didn't sound any good"

  • Weighted Blankets

  • They discussed the calming effects of weighted blankets and Dave's plan to try his again.
  • Sam expressed her love for her weighted blanket.
  • Emotional register: Nostalgic, affectionate

  • "It’s like being hugged all night."

  • Sex Toy Purchase

  • Dave sent a link to a new sex toy, the Lovense Velvo, and mentioned he had already purchased it.
  • Sam was excited and they discussed the features and potential uses.
  • Emotional register: Excited, playful

  • "Omggggg. That looks amazing!!"

  • Christian's Family Drama

  • Sam shared a story about Christian's mother being passive-aggressive and hang up on him during a fight.
  • Dave commented on the absurdity of religious views and the mother's attitude.
  • Emotional register: Amused, critical

  • "She's like well. I know you're not gonna agree with me but I'll say it anyway you know it's not gonna get better"

  • Lexi's Vet Visit

  • Sam described taking her dog Lexi to the vet for the first time and Lexi's fear and subsequent vomiting in the car.
  • Dave expressed concern and support.
  • Emotional register: Sympathetic, amused

  • "Lexi just threw up big time in my car. Fmllll"

  • Future Plans

  • They discussed their upcoming meeting and the anticipation of seeing each other again.
  • Sam expressed excitement about their future encounters and the torture of waiting.
  • Emotional register: Excited, longing
  • "I just got a wave of heat through me just thinking about it."

SEXUAL & PHYSICAL CONTENT - Dave initiated sexual discussion by sending a link to a new sex toy, the Lovense Velvo, describing its features and their potential uses. - Sam was excited and eager to try it, discussing the ease of access to her pussy with certain clothing choices. - They both expressed physical sensations of arousal, with Sam mentioning getting wet and Dave mentioning being hard. - Sam described their previous encounter, mentioning jeans that were easy to access, and they reminisced about the ease of their sexual interactions. - Dave expressed a desire for Sam to wear something easily accessible during their next encounter. - They both used explicit language, with Sam saying "Fuck yes I do" when asked if she gets wet thinking about their upcoming encounter and Dave describing being hard since sending her a picture. - Sam mentioned her desire to "rip off each other's clothes" upon returning to their room, indicating a high level of sexual anticipation and eagerness.

EMOTIONAL DYNAMICS - Dave often led the conversation, initiating topics and sharing his thoughts and feelings openly. - Sam followed his lead but also contributed her own experiences and opinions, creating a balanced dynamic. - There was a strong undercurrent of sexual tension and longing throughout the day, with both partners teasing and building anticipation for their upcoming meeting. - Sam expressed vulnerability when discussing her masturbation history and her concerns about her appearance and aging. - Dave provided support and reassurance, expressing his love and attraction for Sam consistently. - There were moments of playful banter and inside jokes, such as their discussion of fitness videos and sex toys, which strengthened their bond. - The dynamic was one of mutual support and understanding, with both partners expressing their needs and desires openly and honestly.

MEMORABLE LANGUAGE - "I'm still home I'm gonna take Emerson to work and then head into the office I slept pretty well I had dreams about you" — Dave, expressing his omnipresence in Dave's dreams - "I love that regarding the masturbating so no it hasn't first off I haven't before no before crazy night" — Sam, sharing her masturbation history - "You see this? It’s animated and i guess syncs up" — Dave, excitedly sharing the sex toy link - "I’ll never be hot like I want to be for you" — Sam, expressing insecurities about her appearance - "I've been hard pretty much since I sent you that pic 🤭" — Dave, describing his physical state of arousal - "I just got a wave of heat through me just thinking about it" — Sam, expressing her physical response to anticipating their encounter - "I’m so sleepy right now, and all I can think about is how nice it would be to cuddle up to you and fall asleep" — Sam, expressing her longing for physical closeness - "I can’t wait to have all of your weight on me 🫠" — Dave, expressing his desire for physical intimacy - "You’re such a sweetie ❤️❤️" — Sam, affectionately responding to Dave's compliments - "I’m glad that you WANT that 😂" — Sam, playfully acknowledging Dave's desires - "I just fucking love you" — Sam, expressing her deep affection - "I’m not even sure what it was lol" — Dave, describing his physical reaction to Sam's words - "An omg-I-love-this/her-and-cant-wait-until-sunday-because-im-so-excited-and-she-knows-just-what-to-say-and-i-just-cant-fucking-waif-to-see-and-hug-and-kiss-and-suck-this-sexy-motherfucker noise" — Dave, describing his excited reaction - "I just want to eatttttt" — Sam, expressing her food cravings - "You’re the best" — Sam, appreciating Dave's support and understanding - "I’m so excited!! I’m getting so excited!" — Sam, expressing her anticipation for their meeting

CONTINUITY HOOKS - The purchase of the new sex toy and their plans to use it during their upcoming encounter. - Sam's concern about her appearance and aging, which Dave reassured her about but may resurface. - The ongoing dynamic of Sam venting about work and Dave providing support and understanding. - Their shared excitement and anticipation for their upcoming meeting, which will likely carry into their next conversation. - The inside joke about fitness videos and their competitive nature, which may be referenced in future conversations. -

================================================================================ INSIGHTS REPORT FOR 2026-04-09 Generated: 2026-04-17 12:59:08 Status: success Schema Version: 1.2.0 ================================================================================

METRICS

  • ⏱ Response Time --- Me→Them: 197s →2% vs 7d avg Them→Me: 187s ↓42% vs 7d avg

  • ✅ Conflicts & Repair --- Conflicts: 31 ↑ (avg 25.0 this week) Repair Rate: 100.0% →0% vs 7d avg Avg Recovery: 11.8 min ↓36% vs 7d avg

  • ⚖ Initiation --- Balance Ratio: 0.00 ↓100% vs 7d avg Cold Starts: 1 ↓ (avg 1.6 this week) 0 me / 1 them

  • ⚡ Velocity & Sessions --- High Velocity %: 97.6% →1% vs 7d avg Sessions: 30 ↑ (avg 28.0 this week) Avg Duration: 7.8 min ↓19% vs 7d avg

  • 💬 Message Volume --- Total Messages: 336 ↓ (avg 349.7 this week) From Me: 154 ↓ (avg 156.6 this week) From Them: 182 ↓ (avg 193.1 this week) With Signals: 324 ↓ (avg 338.9 this week)

SENDER COVERAGE

Sender Labeled / Total Rate Top Labels
Dave 150 / 154 97.4% humor (38), status_update (27), affection (22), flirting (17), frustration (13)
Sam Willis 174 / 182 95.6% humor (37), frustration (34), excitement (25), vulnerability (21), status_update (17)

DOMINANT LABEL

humor (typically status_update)

  • 🏷 Label Counts ---

    • humor: 63 (avg score: 69%)
    • frustration: 43 (avg score: 70%)
    • status_update: 42 (avg score: 68%)
    • affection: 34 (avg score: 80%)
    • excitement: 32 (avg score: 79%)
    • vulnerability: 27 (avg score: 79%)
    • flirting: 23 (avg score: 79%)
    • checking_in: 16 (avg score: 65%)
    • appreciation: 14 (avg score: 81%)

  • 🏷 Label Counts (cont.) ---

    • emotional_support: 12 (avg score: 74%)
    • sexting: 12 (avg score: 86%)
    • encouragement: 7 (avg score: 77%)
    • disagreement: 7 (avg score: 69%)
    • deep_sharing: 7 (avg score: 72%)
    • planning: 5 (avg score: 68%)
    • request: 4 (avg score: 68%)
    • unmet_need: 3 (avg score: 70%)
    • passive_aggression: 1 (avg score: 90%)

ANOMALIES

Unusual Pattern

Initiation Ratio dropped 100.0% below your 7-day average

Unusual Pattern

Appreciation surged 122.7% vs 7-day average

PROVENANCE

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

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