I heard through the grapevine that the Press Secretary finished his first day of flying lessons at Camp Voliya. Every day of his lessons is a day less of him serving me. I decided to send him a text summoning him to my farmstead
For the briefest moment today, I actually believed I might get to have sex for the first time since arriving in the Matriarchy. The Pirate Queen had other ideas. The result was far more humiliating and emasculating that I imagined.
