What she wanted at the moment was to be able to have a boyfriend. It was part of what she currently was, and she knew that there had to be something special about a girl for a boy she liked to get interested. Some were especially pretty, others were outgoing and vivacious, but she wasn't going for that. Out of the three choices that she had been given, there was only one of them that she wanted.
She was going to be an Athlete. That way she could run track, swim laps, or the many other races, and have the chance to win. Once she did, then she could go out with her team for a bit of a party. And once there, she could sneak away with her cute boyfriend for a moonlit stroll.
As she blushed at the mental imagery that brought up, she grew in high, her body tightened up, and all sorts of methods for keeping in shape flooded into her mind. A few experimental flexes later, and she found that she was more limber than she had ever thought that she could be. Now she was oh so much more healthy and active than before, and she knew that she was to be a winner on and off the field.
She only had to find a boy to be with...
Laying with a six very sexy females, Shinji was in what for many males would think was heaven, himself included. Each of their nubile bodies kept on rubbing against him, with their firm cleaveage pressing into his chest, and their shapely legs getting tangled with his. And they were all seemingly happy with the situation. This was the simply the best dream that he'd ever had.
He just hoped that the bed held.
Makoto was wondering who it was that hated him so. He hadn't done anything bad that he knew of. It had been his job to help protect the world from the threat of Angels. That was something that he thought that he had done well, and had tried to do his best in.
Something that wasn't in the job discription was in his face at the moment.
"What makes you think that I'm going to fill out all these papers?!" he demanded as he looked at the meter stack of forms in front of him. The officious little official pushed his glasses up on his nose and sniffed. "I'm sorry, but you have to do it."
"Why? I've got work to do! This stuff's for clerical!"
"But this is your work. Material aqusition forms, replacement of equipment, explinations as to what happened to original supplies, and reasons why ordered actions have not been taken. According to paragraph R of chapter 24 of subsection one hundred and eighty seven of the the C22 code, of the Anno legislation on paramilitary organizations performing actions within zones declared class H or L with license type P47, the worker must fill out all answers in the selected boxes at the selected times, and in Aramaic."
"'Aramaic'?!"
"Yes, and for any complaints, one must fill out these forms," the beauracrat said, pulling out another stack of papers, "Though the use of stock materials is allowed."
Looking from the papers to the official, Makoto scowled and wondered if anyone would mind if he decked the jerk while:
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