32. Hendricks
HENDRICKS
It sounds like she has a jackhammer in her room.
I listen like a fucking pervert outside her door, turned on again—or still. It seems to be a constant state around her.
And—fuck it all—I can’t even get relief from a cold shower, not with her scent clinging in there.
Because I refuse to jerk off at her door like a deviant, I head down to the vault to channel this frustration into productivity.
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