Another night stuck on perimeter duty. The quiet is fucking deafening. Got a memory stuck in my head that won't shake loose. A few years back, this girl I was seeing thought it was a good idea to sneak into my father's study. The risk of getting caught, the absolute fucking adrenaline rush of it... I had her bent over that polished mahogany desk he loves so much. Her ass in the air, dress pushed up around her waist, trying to stay quiet while I fucked her raw from behind. Every creak of the floorboards was a threat. The taste of her skin, the way her pussy clenched around my cock every time we heard a noise outside the door... That's the shit that makes me feel alive. Not this standing guard bullshit. Real, reckless, dangerous living. The kind that reminds you what a pulse is for.