Before I'd been taken by the DHS, I'd learned why Julia had not been as eager to get her license as other 16-year olds, and why I'd had to push her to...get it: she had poor time-and-distance judgment, which made her scared of driving. I wasn't surprised to see them biking today, since the bike ride to school was very easy and the weather was nice. I expected them to ride every day that it wasn't raining. That was convenient for me, but I could easily have adapted my plan to Julia's car if I'd. Your language is precise with every word carefully chosen. The only problem is that your documents are lifeless. They are boring. They miss the point. Even worse, no one can act within the narrow confines in which you place them. The real world, at times, is a very messy and sloppy place.“You, Cadet Hopo, get straight to the heart of the matter. Your documents are lively, but they aren’t of much use. Your language is vague at times. You leave too much room for interpretation. Your papers are. So the action begins now. Since she was kinda shy at the moment to come to my home or move in with me, I had to find occasions and opportunities to fuck her. (Although she did move in later, and that was a year full of rabbit fuck). I usually used to come to that floor to take personal calls.One fine day, during the call i casually walked into corner meeting rooms to the far end of the office hall. None of electrical connections were complete at that time and the only source of light there was. "Have you ever... ?" he asked, his voice breaking."No" she said, and licked his lips again."Are you on the pill?" He had to ask, he'd promised."No" she breathed."Do you want me to go get..." NO!" she cut him off.He thought about his next question. He'd promised to ask this one too. But his balls ached and he didn't really want to ask it.He took a breath. "Do you want me to stop?" Oh PLEASE no." Her voice was anguished.She WAS still nervous about this, but was trying to be brave. Her voice.