Missing my girls.

Fuck. Did I miss them. I always knew they were important to me. But I didn't know they'd be so important to me, now that we've been gone for so long. Considering they didn't try to break me out, I'm assuming they're playing it smart and getting as far away from the Sly name as possible. Smart. I'd be proud of them, if I didn't miss them so damn bad.

Celeste, the Pilot

Nyssa, the Brains

And their fucking bodies. Finding the two of them was a damn dream come true and we made mad money together. But I'd trade it all in a second if it meant I got to feel their lips on my fucking cock again. Especially after being without any action in the two years. It really fucking drains you. Especially when the only thing in prisons these days are robots and cucks trying to bring a brother down. Demoralize you. Make you think that you're nothing.

But I know what I am. Who I am. And on the third year in...I reminded everyone.