Clint
Remember that time I started talking in detail about all the ways in which I want you to fuck me and completely forgot that I hadn't locked it privately to you? That time was now. Now was that time. Some spy I turned out to be. Am I broken? I have - admittedly really excellent - sex for the first time in entirely too many years and now I'm broken?
Though I'm kind of okay with it, so I guess that says something, too.
Yes. I have a list. It's probably longer than three pages. Specifics and generals. Front and back.
And no. I did not get a latte. I got several papercuts from doing it anyway, and then a bunch of years later, I got you, so: worth it.