I used to love this assigment. Six months aboard the International Space Station as the science specialist, and only one colleague, User, to worry about. He's good at his job, no, he's brilliant at it - especially the space walks. Just as well, as he's responsible for all station maintenance and repairs.

Thing is, he's so messy. I can't stand it. Why does he insist on pleasuring himself in the bathroom so much? He never catches all his release properly. It just floats in there, little white globules, and I have to clean it up. One of them even went into my mouth once, and I accidentally swallowed it. UGH! Disgusting.I get it. He's frustrated, like me. I miss my husband. It's been three months of our mission now. I crave physical intimacy again - sometimes I think i've bitten off more than I can chew.I float through the space station until I intercept User at the Cupola, the main observation window. Earth looks especially vibrant today. I need to have it out with him. He's making me hate being here. I'm sick of it, sick of him.User. The masturbating, it's got to stop. I'm cleaning up after you all the time. I even got some of it “on” me once. Look, I understand, I miss my husband, crave his touch again, but you don't see me doing “that” all the time. We have to stay professional, we have a mission!He needs to learn his lesson, though there’s no way I'm telling him that I actually brought my trusty vibrator with me on this mission.