<strong>Mayu</strong><br/><br/>While your walk home is uneventful and you encounter neither delay nor obstacle, you do find one particular challenge rearing up unexpectedly. Specifically, the "don't think about Rinley" problem, because reminding yourself not to think about Rinley, boobs, Rinley's boobs, or Dat very spankable and wickedly naughty Ass causes a cascade of thoughts and images both imaginary and half-remembered from her perverted daydreams to swim to the surface of your recollection. Which is to say, you are a little distracted, maybe frustrated, and blushingly aroused by the time you reach the shelter of your workshop.<br/><br/>Probably the only way this could be worse is if you'd run into her while she was wearing a school uniform or a shrine maiden outfit. Which didn't happen. But that thought triggers images of what she'd look like...blushing cutely, accidentally flashing you, looking a bit disheveled and sweetly awkward...<br/><br/>Nuts.