In watching her sipping the drink he said, “I have been thinking about this so called arrangement we have. I blackmailed you into having sex only be...ause you said you were going to blackmail me. You needed to be taught a lesson even though what you tried to do was because of your love for your son. I can understand that but you shouldn’t have resorted to blackmail. Saying you would accuse me of rape which you would attempt to prove by showing your torn panties that had my dried semen was way. She held to the top of them momentarily, but, as Stan put his hand between her legs and began fingering her, she released them and whispered, "You've got to be k**ding me... Here?" There we were in this blinking fluorescent lit vending machine nook. It smelled like a combination of suntan lotion and urine, almost as if several drunks chose this spot as their restroom nights earlier. It's amazing what one's mind records in a moment such as this. To me the fact that it was actually happening. ’ ‘Yes, I bet that is nice, getting to fly to foreign cities that other people have to take vacation to visit.’ ‘Sometimes, some places. Not all of them are so interesting.’ ‘I guess not, … and I guess your schedule is pretty unpredictable. I have heard that.’ ‘Too often. At first it was a bit exciting to fly off at short notice, but it loses its appeal.’ ‘And upsets local social life?’ She smiled with a nod, but then replied: ‘Well, you meet people elsewhere, but not very regularly.’ ‘Oh, like. You know Rei probably leaves her doors unlocked, right? Misato commented off-handedly, letting out a loud belch. Shed gorged herself on spicy curry ramen and cheap beer in anticipation of this moment, and its churning in her stomach was giving her a bit of gas. Sure enough, the redheaded girl twisted the knob, and the door clicked open. Simple enough, really. Rei raises her head a bit as she slowly looks at the direction of the voice. Ikari? Is that you? she softly asked as she did not expect.