Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Stop Me Now ❯ Part Three ( Chapter 3 )

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Don't Stop Me Now

By Lord Raa

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Disclaim-me-do: It's not my fault I'm a talentless hack.

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Part 3 (of XXX)

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Shinji walked beside Misato down the corridor. He wore a small smirk when he noticed the slightly confused look on the purple haired lovely's face.

“Is something wrong, Misato-san?”

“Yeah, no, I don't know. What the hell did you do to Rei back there?” the Captain demanded as she faced the pilot. “I know what happened to Rei, but how did you do that to her?”

“I merely touched certain sensitive points on her hand,” Shinji replied with a teasing smile. “You do know that there are many erogenous zones on the human body don't you, Captain Katsuragi?”

“Yes,” Misato replied through gritted teeth. “What I want to know is how come a FOURTEEN year old boy knows about that sort of thing?”

Shinji looked around. “This place is a little too public. Is there anywhere we can go for more privacy?”

“Follow me.”

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Ritsuko was not enjoying her time with Gendo. She never did care for being taken roughly from behind, the Commander's preferred position.

She grimaced when the bearded man called out “YUI!”

“Can't you even call me by MY name?” she muttered under her breath.

Gendo pulled out and adjusted his glasses. “That will be all, Dr. Akagi.”

The callous man departed, leaving the unsatisfied woman to wonder if she should at least be seeing some money on the bed.

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Shinji sat in a secluded area that Misato had led him to. “You promise not to tell anyone about this?”

The Captain nodded.

“Ok, where do you me to start?” the pilot asked, resting his chin in his palm.

“Just how many people have you slept with?”

“I don't know, I haven't been keeping score,” Shinji admitted. “I always thought those that did that sort of thing were braggarts or liars. It's all so gauche, don't you think?”

Misato wasn't expecting that answer. “Err, ok, what else… who taught how to do that hand thing?”

“Uncle Happi did, he thought it would help me in my job at the massage parlour. No, I wasn't joking earlier- I did work in a massage parlour. No, I didn't pimp out my body, but yes I did enjoying touching pretty ladies,” the young Ikari informed his commanding officer.

“What sort of service did you provide?”

“I helped the pretty ladies relax by redirecting their ki flows,” Shinji explained. “Knotted muscles, bruises, and other problems can block the flow of ki, though it's not something that just anybody can do. It helps to know which nerve cluster does what in relation to the big picture, and that's what you need an experienced teacher for.”

“And you expect me to believe that?” Misato asked, folding her arms.

“You felt what I did to your hand,” the arrogant boy smirked. “And you saw what I did to Rei. Would you like another demonstration?”

“Yes,” the Captain answered without thoroughly thinking her plan through.

Shinji's smirk changed into a smile as he reached out and asked for Misato's hand. “Just be thankful that Uncle Happi's not here.”

“Why?” Misato asked as she enjoyed the hand massage Shinji was giving her.

“He'd have run off with your panties before you noticed the draft.”

“That's not possible,” the purple haired woman scoffed. “I'm a trained soldier.”

Shinji's smirk reappeared. “Really? Are these yours?”

Misato blinked as a small piece of black fabric was pushed into her hands. “Whose are these?”

“Aren't you feeling a draft about now?”

“HOW THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!” the enraged woman demanded as she grabbed Shinji by the collar of his shirt.

“That's nothing,” Shinji grinned.

Now Misato was face to face with the bra that she had put on that morning. The young Ikari gulped as he saw the voluptuous woman windup to discipline him by the way of a black eye.

“YOU LITTLE PEVERT!”

Reacting on instinct, Shinji lashed out and hit a series of pressure points that stopped the furious captain in her tracks.

“Here, try this,” the pilot's smirk returned in full force as he slipped behind Misato and gave the purple haired woman what felt a bit like a massage.

“Now tell me it doesn't make you feel good,” he whispered into her left ear.

Misato could only whimper in response.

“I'm not going to take advantage of you, Misato-san,” Shinji reassured her. “Tell me, are you feeling good yet?”

“Y-yes,” Misato nodded weakly as Shinji continued to work her back, starting with her neck and shoulders. “Ooh… that feels soooo good.”

“Can you see why people paid good money for my services?” the part time masseuse asked with a teasing whisper.

The purple haired woman moaned in response and slumped backwards against the pilot, forcing him to react quickly to stop her sliding to the floor.

“Careful now, anyone would think you're drunk on duty, Captain Katsuragi,” a female voice warned sternly.

The pair in the inappropriate embrace looked to see Ritsuko standing in the doorway.

“Oh, hi there, Ritsuko-san. How did your important meeting go?” Shinji asked, his finely honed pervert senses picking up on a number of things.

“Fine,” the faux-blonde lied. “Now would either of you care to explain why Misato is in your arms like that?”

“I was showing her some of my skills,” the pilot answered. “She didn't believe me when I told her I could redirect her ki flows.”

Ritsuko would have been tempted to believe the young man had it not been for the fact that she could see Misato's lingerie on the floor and the contented smile on the purple haired woman's face. “It looks more like you were breaking several sexual harassment laws.”

“Looks can be deceiving,” Shinji countered as he laid the now sleeping captain on the floor as gently as he could. “I mean, you look stern at first glance, but I can tell that you're slightly jealous of Misato here because your last sexual encounter wasn't very good.”

“That's not true!” the lab coat clad woman lied angrily.

“It is,” the former student of Happosai insisted in a childish fashion. “I can tell these things. I bet he never even once touched your clit. What? Are you surprised that I know about foreplay?”

“Err…” Ritsuko's cheeks flushed at her roommate's words.

“Just what kind of self-centred asshole are you sleeping with, Ritsuko?” Shinji asked, folding his arms over his chest.

“That's none of your concern!”

“It is when my friend's not getting her itches properly scratched,” the pilot replied. “I don't want you taking advantage of me at home just because you're not happy with the cock in your life.”

“I'm not that kind of woman!” the blonde insisted, the volume of her voice waking up Misato.

“Hmm, Kaji, that was good,” the Captain smiled dreamily. She opened her eyes and frowned. “What are you doing here, Ritsuko?”

“You're at NERV, Misato,” the blonde replied in a venomous tone.

“You mean I wasn't having the time of my sex-life with Kaji? What a gyp!”

“Nope, you only had a quick massage from me, sorry about that,” Shinji apologised with a smile. “But if you want, my `special' services are available for a price…”

Misato seemed to consider that idea for a moment. “Wait, you're just a kid! I can't do that kind of thing with you!”

“If you say so,” the pilot shrugged, “but don't forget to put your bra and panties on.”

Misato checked herself by patting down her body, much to the approval of the Anything Goes student.

“Pervert,” the purple haired woman grumbled when she saw Shinji's grin.

“Yes, I always,” he replied holding his hand out to help Misato up.

Ritsuko decided that she'd had enough of Shinji for the time being and left the smart mouthed pilot with her old friend.

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Maya Ibuki wandered the corridors of NERV looking for sempai, though there were those that thought the young woman's affection for the scientist was a great deal more than professional respect.

She turned a corner and saw the upset blonde frowning.

“Is something wrong, Sempai?”

“What? Oh, it's you Maya, what're the diagnostic results from Unit-01's control systems?” Ritsuko asked with a forced smile.

“Err, here they are, Sempai,” the young lieutenant replied as she handed her a folder.

“Hmm. They seem to be well within parameters, perhaps we should have Shinji go through a few tests later?” the blonde asked absently.

“To help him familiarise himself with the workings?” Maya asked, her attention being drawn away from her sexy supervisor to the voluptuous captain that looked content. “Is that Shinji-kun she was with in there?”

“What? Oh, Misato and Shinji? Yeah, they seem to be getting along better,” the woman in the labcoat sighed as she reached for her cigarettes.

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Shinji saw the two technical staff talking and whispered into Misato's left ear. “Misato-san, I reckon that Ritsuko's last sexual encounter was substandard.”

“What?” the Captain spluttered.

“My training's telling me that Ritsuko's wasn't satisfied the last time she got it on with a bloke.”

“Your training?” Misato asked suspiciously.

“Yeah,” the young Ikari nodded. “I bet you could get an answer from her, what with you being her friend and all. How about this, if you can get the truth, and I'm right, I'll treat you to a nice romantic evening out. You know, dinner, movie, that sort of thing.”

“And if you're wrong?” Misato asked with an inquisitive smirk.

“I'll be your domestic servant for the day.”

“The weekend.”

“Then I want this date to be a full one, with dancing after the meal,” Shinji negotiated. “I'll even pick up the tab.”

“Ok,” the Captain nodded. “You want proof of this conversation? You know a tape recording or something?”

“No, your word's good enough for me,” the pilot answered. “But I'll ask her at dinner tonight, so you've got until then to get me an answer.”

“Why not ask her yourself?” the purple haired woman asked, turning to face Shinji. “You could save yourself some money.”

“She wouldn't answer me when I asked her while you were napping. Besides, I thought you'd like the chance to win a free night out,” Shinji smirked.

“Ok,” Misato nodded. “So what happens if you're right? Aside from you being several thousand yen poorer?”

“You don't expect me to reveal all of my plans, do you?”

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After lunch, Misato knocked on Ritsuko's office door.

“Enter.”

“Hi, Ritsuko, can I ask your advice on something?” the purple-haired lovely asked.

“I suppose so. What's up?” the blonde scientist asked as she reached for her tobacco.

Misato closed the door behind her and took a deep breath. “I was talking with Shinji earlier and we kind of made a bet.”

The smoking woman sighed and shook her head. “Misato, what are we going to do with you?”

“The thing is he insists that you're not having much fun in the bedroom and he asked me to find out. If he's wrong, then he agreed to be my domestic help for the weekend.”

“And if he's right?” Ritsuko asked before taking a deep drag on her cigarette.

“Well, he sort of offered to take me out for a date,” Misato explained. “You know, dinner, movie, dancing - the works. It'd be sweet if he wasn't such a pervert.”

“I see. And assuming that I agree to reveal this humiliating fact, and let's not kid ourselves, this is a pretty personal area of discussion,” the blonde stated in a deadpan fashion, “What do I get out of it?”

“Err - I'm not entirely sure,” the Captain admitted.

Ritsuko pointed angrily at her college friend. “You're not thinking things through properly again, are you Misato? Pandering to his ego is one thing, but you're practically telling him that as long as I get off properly, it's ok for him to intrude on my personal life. I'm not having that. Go away and tell that little pervert he needs to find new accommodation for tomorrow.”

“But-” the purple haired soldier protested.

“I'm too busy to care,” the scientist replied as she glanced at her watch. “I need to check up on Rei's condition. You can put him up if you like; I don't particularly care where he stays in Tokyo-3.”

Misato sighed. “Ok. I'll give him the bad news.”

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“Damned Ikaris will be the death of me,” Ritsuko muttered under her breath as she strode to the hospital wing of NERV headquarters.

Knocking on the door, the doctor announced herself to the injured pilot.

“Enter.”

“How are you feeling, Rei?”

“I am recovering well, Dr. Akagi,” the blue-haired girl answered. “May I ask you a few questions?”

“Yeah,” the blonde nodded absently. “What do you want to know?”

“I spoke with Pilot Ikari earlier and our meeting has elicited new and unusual sensations. After he touched my left hand, I thought I had soiled myself because of the damp patch between my legs,” Rei explain in her usual calm and collected tone. “I was most surprised to discover that it was not urine.”

“This is not happening,” Ritsuko told herself as she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

Rei's follow up question had the blonde reaching for her cigarettes. “Dr. Akagi, is it possible that I had an orgasm?”

“Why is the universe mocking me like this?”

“Dr. Akagi?” the injured girl asked as her visitor's shoulders slumped. “Is something the matter? Was I mistaken in my analysis?”

“I don't know, Rei,” the smoking woman sighed. “Can you show me what he did to your hand?”

“I will not be able to fully recreate the experience, but I will do the best I can,” the blue-haired girl cautioned.

Ritsuko seemed nonplussed by the injured pilot's ministrations at first, but she slowly warmed to the gentle manipulation.

“Not bad, but I don't think I'm going to climax any time soon,” the scientist drawled. “Did he do anything else to you?”

“No, but I would not object if Pilot Ikari wished to touch me like that again.”

“I see, well, I need to discuss something with the Commander,” Ritsuko said as she stood to leave. “I'll see you later.”

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Gendo sat in his office digesting the report that the woman in front of him had just finished giving him.

“Rei has indicated that she wants to sexually experiment with the Third Child?”

“Yes,” Ritsuko nodded solemnly. “What do you plan to do about it?”

The bearded man frowned as he realised that one aspect of his late wife was coming to the surface. And it was not something that he wanted to deal with. “Replace her. Activate another clone. Bandage her up like this one as to allay suspicion, but keep her away from the Third Child. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” the blonde nodded before turning on her heel.

`Yui and her damned sexual appetite, I had to keep putting bromide in her food to keep her from ravaging me in my sleep,' Gendo recalled with a sigh. `I hope that the replacement won't have that problem.'

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Shinji rubbed his chin as he digested the announcement Misato had given him.

“Oh well, it's not like I was planning to stay there,” the pilot shrugged. “Have you found me a place to stay yet?”

“Err, no,” the purple haired woman admitted. “Do you have any problem with moving in with me?”

“Ritsuko did mention that your place is a bombsite,” Shinji said with narrowed eyes. “But I can forgive a multitude of sins if I'm getting something in return.”

“What sort of thing were you thinking of?” Misato asked suspiciously. “I don't know what kind of woman you think I am, but I'm not the kind of girl that spreads her legs for just any man.”

“I never said you were,” the young Ikari said in a placating tone. “I mean someone as attractive as you surely already has a boyfriend.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” the Captain warned, though her tone was pleasant.

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When Ritsuko's distasteful task was complete, the bottle blonde checked her watch. “Rei should be coming around any moment now,” she thought as she reached for her tobacco. “Damn, I'm all out.”

Leaving the bowels of NERV, the sexy scientist walked up to her office. She wasn't exactly pleased to see the Commander's son standing at her door with an amused look on his face.

“What do you want, Ikari-kun?” Ritsuko demanded.

“You wound me by being so formal, Ritsuko-san,” Shinji replied in mock hurt. “I just wanted to know when I'll be getting my own place.”

“I don't know,” the blonde answered with gritted teeth. “Is there anything else?”

“When can I see Rei again?”

“If you're referring to a social setting, then the answer is never. Commander's orders,” Dr. Akagi stated with a tone that suggested that she was pleased with the idea of Shinji not getting his own way.

“Boo,” the young Ikari pouted. “Well, since that's not an option, what do you want for dinner? It's the least I could do for offending you earlier.”

“Hmm, steak or sukiyaki,” Ritsuko answered. “I haven't had a decent piece of meat for some time…”

“I'll see what I can do about getting you some beefcake,” Shinji winked.

“Believe it or not, not every woman in Tokyo-3 is into straight shota,” the bottle blonde sighed.

“I know that - statistically at least one person in the city is into lolicon,” the pilot smirked.

“You're not as funny as you think you are, Ikari-kun,” Ritsuko replied, her eyes narrowed. “Now, can I get back to work?”

Shinji frowned slightly, but nodded. “I'll let you get on.”

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Misato smiled apologetically at Shinji when he exited the scientist's office.

“Sorry about getting you kicked out.”

“Meh, don't worry about it. I was going to move out soon anyway,” the pilot shrugged. “NERV is planning on upholding its part of the bargain, isn't it?”

“What? Who told you that we weren't going to do what we said we were?” the purple haired officer demanded.

“No-one, but I've not seen any progress on the matter,” Shinji replied. “But that's enough of that. I need to do some shopping; it's my turn to cook tonight.”

“Is there space for me to join you for dinner this evening?” Misato asked, her hinting not exactly subtle.

“Misato-san, if it was up to me, they'd be room for the three of us every night, but I don't think that Ritsuko-san's in the mood for a threesome tonight,” the perverted Ikari answered. “I'm trying to get in her good books - asking things like that isn't the way forward.”

The tactical officer blinked as Shinji walked away to find his jacket. “Hey! That's not what I meant!”

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Rei Ayanami woke up in her hospital room. Looking down, she noticed that her right arm and right eye were bandaged up.

The pilot frowned until her cell phone rang.

“Rei Ayanami speaking.”

“¬Rei, this is Commander Ikari. You are to maintain the illusion that you are injured until further notice. You are also forbidden from socialising with the Third Child. Do you understand?¬”

“I do,” the blue haired girl replied. “What is the purpose of this deception and separation?”

“¬You do not need to know at this time,¬” Gendo said sternly.

“I see,” Rei acknowledged. “I will pretend to be hurt and I will avoid the Third Child until further notice.”

“¬Good.¬”

As the call ended, Rei pondered why there seemed to be a gap in her memory. `I remember strange physical sensations when I was visited by Pilot Ikari, but I cannot ask him about them. Perhaps I can research this with the assistance of another?'

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Shinji perused the meat counter of the local convenience store, considering the options Ritsuko had given him earlier.

The store was out of the larger cuts of meat, leaving the pilot to decide that sukiyaki was the main course for the evening meal.

Putting a packet of beef into the basket, he turned to pick up some vegetables from the greengrocer's section. As Shinji examined the onions, he pondered what his best course of action was for seducing the hot blonde who was evicting him in the morning.

`I think that I'd be best off giving her a massage,' the reluctant pilot mused. `Then I think she should be sufficiently warmed up for the Full Monty.'

Quickly finishing his shopping, Shinji left for the apartment and began to cook a sumptuous meal for the beautiful scientist.

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Ritsuko Akagi yawned tiredly as she unlocked the door to her apartment. Slipping off her shoes, she sniffed the air.

“Hmm, that smells good, Shinji,” the faux blonde called out to the kitchen.

“Welcome back, Ritsuko-san. Dinner will be ready in about five minutes, so why don't you go freshen up and I'll start serving,” Shinji replied before he tasted the sukiyaki broth one last time. “Perfection.”

A couple of minutes later, the young Ikari was pouring Ritsuko a glass of wine for her meal.

“I don't recall asking for wine, Shinji-kun,” Dr. Akagi said as she took her seat.

“That's true, but I thought that you might like this with the sukiyaki,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “I'm pretty sure that you'll like this, it was in your cupboard. No, it's not the most expensive one in there.”

“That's good to hear,” Ritsuko answered as she took a sniff. She sipped the red wine. “Hmm, not a bad choice for beef, Shinji-kun.”

“Thanks. Shall we begin?”

There was not much in the way of conversation as the hungry scientist rapidly devoured her meal. “That was excellent, Shinji-kun. Where did you learn to cook like that?”

“Here and there,” the pilot replied with a non-committal shrug. “How would you like a massage?”

“How do I know that this isn't just an excuse for you to cop a feel?” Ritsuko asked as she reached for her cigarettes.

“Because that comes later,” Shinji answered honestly. “I'll be honest with you - I want to make love to you tonight. Not only because I don't want to move, but mainly because I think you're a beautiful woman who needs to be loved.”

“You're not getting in my panties, Shinji-kun,” the bottle blonde scolded.

“That's fair enough, I mean, I'd take the same stance in your position, Ritsuko-san. I'll just do you neck and shoulders, and if you like that, then we'll take it from there. How's that sound?” the young Ikari asked with an honest smile.

Ritsuko moved her neck from side to side as she mulled the offer over. “What the hey, go on then, Shinji-kun. Make my tension melt away.”

“With pleasure, Ritsuko-san,” Shinji smiled as he began rubbing his hands together to warm them up.

Soon, the bottle blonde was sighing softly as Shinji showed her his skills from his days at the massage parlour, the young man's nimble, dextrous fingers were working at the tense muscles in her neck and easing gently down to her shoulders.

“Ooooh, you're good, Shinji-kun,” Ritsuko purred happily. When the masseuse stopped, she turned to see him standing there with a smile on his face. “What did you stop for?”

“I'm done. Unless you want me to give you the works…”

“Go on then, let's go to my room and we can do it on my bed.”

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In Ritsuko's bedroom, the bottle blonde was lying on the bed with Shinji straddling her at the waist as he gently worked his magic into the muscles in her back.

“Too the left a bit, Shinji-kun. About five centimetres.”

“Just here?” Shinji asked as he moved over to massage where the ribcage ended.

“Perfect…”

Shinji decided that now was the right time to bring up his impending move. “You do realise that I'm not going to be able to do this for you after tonight if I move out. And Misato has offered to take me in until I get my apartment sorted.”

“You're not going anywhere, Shinji-kun,” Ritsuko replied. “Except for maybe working on my feet. I've had a long day in those shoes.”

“But of course Ritsuko-san,” the amateur masseuse smiled as he began to rub the ball of the scientist's right foot. “Is this ok?”

“Yes.”

Shinji continued to work out the tightness in the woman's feet for a few more minutes until he declared that he had finished. “Time's up, Ritsuko. That's half an hour of the works. If you want more, then that's what we call the happy ending. But you turned that down earlier…”

“I did?” the bottle blonde asked with a goofy smile on her face. She frowned when she lifted herself up to see Shinji preparing to leave and noticed the dampness in her panties. “Do you know what you did to me?”

Shinji placed a hand on the door handle before turning to face his roommate. “I know exactly what I did to you, Ritsuko-san. If you really want to stick with your original answer, then I'll see you in the morning before we go our separate ways. If you've changed your mind, then I'm ready, willing and able to see to your needs.”

Ritsuko was torn. On the one hand, she was well and truly turned on at the moment, so if she didn't take her roommate up on his offer, she'd have to break out one of her toys. But on the other, he was just FOURTEEN and she was sleeping with his father just a few hours earlier.

Not wanting to completely ruin his chances with the sexy scientist, the young Ikari decided to take her indecision as a “no” and closed the gap between the two of them and kissed her on the forehead. “I'll see you in the morning, Ritsuko-san.”

“Wait,” the bottle blonde said as she held onto the pilot. “I do want this, Shinji-kun. Make love to me, please.”

Shinji gently kissed Ritsuko again. This time it was on the lips. “If you're sure about this, then I'll make you feel good, Ritsuko-san.”

“Take me, Shinji-kun. Make me glad to be a woman,” Dr. Akagi whispered breathlessly.

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Ritsuko's alarm sounded its most unwanted call at 7.15am, causing the blonde to pause when she wasn't able to switch it off, yet the infernal device was still silenced.

“Good morning, Ritsuko-san,” Shinji greeted with a kiss to the scientist's neck. “I trust that you slept well.”

“Hmm, very well, Shinji-kun,” the naked woman smiled. “Thank you for last night. Will you accept my apology and stay with me?”

The pilot smiled warmly at his latest conquest. “Can we have repeat performances of last night?”

“I think so, but there's something that I need to tell you, and that might change your mind,” Ritsuko said with a wince.

“That's ok, Ritsuko-san,” Shinji said in a soothing tone as he stroked the dyed blonde hair on the scientist's face. “We all have things that we want kept secret.”

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To be continued…

This was pre-read by Chi Vayne and previewed on Hawk's forum. You should check it out when you get the chance.

Can't think of anything else to add here, so I'll catch you all laterer.