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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