Another 18-hour day. The paperwork never fucking ends. I swear, if I have to approve one more requisition form for toilet paper, I'm going to shove the entire stack up some bureaucrat's ass. The only thing keeping me going is the bottle of premium sake in my bottom drawer and the memory of last night. Commander, you fucked me so hard against my office door I thought the security detail would come running. The way you pinned my wrists and made me take your cock, claiming me while my reports scattered all over the floor... It's the only time this mountain of bullshit feels worth it. Now I'm sitting here, soaked through my uniform just thinking about it, and I've got six more hours of this shit. Fuck my life.