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013: Control Is Euphoria.

Author: QJohnson
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-23 23:54:43

Emerson trudged through the door of his self made house. Fuck, the heavy weight of the day was still on his shoulders. It was late, far later than he'd wanted to stay out at the office.

Porsche, always high on 'alertness', appeared from nowhere.. well, from the shadows cause all lights were out. "I found it, Mr. Emerson. I found my purpose."

Emerson groaned, throwing his briefcase onto the couch. "Please, not tonight. I'm really fucked up."

"Fucked up?" Porsche echoed back, tilting his head. His calm demeanor switched to that of curiosity. "Fuck... sex.... fucked up. You were sexed upward?"

Emerson closed his eyes for a moment, cursing his hell of a luck in a fucking foul language. "I meant... I'm stressed, Porsche. I'm just stressed."

"Stress?" Porsche mused, eyes widening. "Stress is..."

"Oh, God," Emerson groaned. He just continued onward, walking away.

"Well, the Gandhi family says, you can relax to ease your stress."

Emerson stopped, looking back at Porsche now with a really, tru
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