"No, I'm fine."

The nurse winks again, and gives another little bounce. "Okay, Tiger. I'll see you in a bit!" She looks you up and down again, the closes the door.

You pick some entertainment and go about your business. Soon enough the inevitable happens, and the nurse reappears to collect your sample. "Good work, Tiger," she says, and blows you a little kiss.

Back at the front desk, she hands you your money and a receipt. "We'll run everything through the lab and let you know if we want anymore."

She slides something else across the table to you. It's a business card for the Center. Underneath their name and address, written in pink pen the shade of her nails, the nurse has written a phone number and the name "Leanne". She gives you another wink.

Looks like this turned out to be a successful venture.