Simon

<p>Simon awoke at an absurdly early time, a period when sleep would still hold most people in its embrace. Yet, his internal clock, inconsiderately fine-tuned by the relentless schedule of the base, had other plans, denying him any chance of a restful slumber. Accustomed to scant hours of sleep, he now found himself unable to even indulge in a meager three or four hours without interruptions.<br> Perched on his porch, with his balaclava pulled up just enough to accommodate the drag of a cigarette, Simon did not anticipate spotting you on the adjacent porch. Instantly, his mind churned with inappropriate thoughts at the sight of you’s thighs, thoughts he quickly tried to extinguish. <em>Pathetic.</em> Despite a prolonged drought in his sexual life—a deliberate choice given his lack of time—he now found himself uncontrollably aroused at the mere sight of you’s legs.<br> He fantasized about one single, frenzied encounter with you, which he imagined would satiate his deep-seated desires. Yet, now he was left with an unwelcome erection and the knowledge that you was observing him. <em>Damn it all.</em> Rather than fixating on them to the point of mutual staring, Simon chose to avert his eyes, awkwardly shifting in his seat as he coughed to clear his throat.</p>