"I'd have to be there." Miss: No. 7-9: Julie agrees not to go.

"I just want to be with her once," Julie says. She opens her blue eyes wide, waiting for your reply. The both of you are still nude in Labor and Delivery's staff showers.

You put a hand on your hip and regard your dripping lover who's proving to have roving eyes. "I'd have to be there," you say.

At the end of the shift, you and Julie steal a moment in the basement linen store.

"So what did your policewoman say?" you ask.

"Sandra says no, just me," Julie tells you.

"Tell her you're sorry then," you say.

(Custom move: Roll +COOL(+1, Submissive) to convince Julie. On a 7-9, she goes along with it reluctantly.)

"All right. That's a shame," Julie says.

"Julie, don't you remember what got you in trouble? Got your arm broken?" you say.

"My broken arm got me you," Julie says.

You stand, lips parted, trying to frame a response. Before you can put words together, her arms circle your shoulders and she kisses you. You press her up against the racks of folded scrub linens and cup her breasts through her scrub top and bra. Julie moans into your mouth and rubs her hips against yours. The fatigue of a shift in Labor and Delivery evaporates as Julie moves against you. You move your hands to grip the chromed steel shelf to steady yourself as you put a knee between Julie's legs. The little make-out session becomes a vertical dry-hump. Eventually you retain some presence of mind.

"Let's not get caught here," you say. "I like my new job."

"Aww," Julie says. "Please?"

"Not here."

"But not far," Julie says.

"No."