Ms. Miller

It had now been a week since John had received the ring. It was certainly the best thing that could have happened to him. Furthermore, it was an eventful week, he had fun with women he would otherwise never get to. The highlight was the last weekend, which he was able to spend with four very attractive women who fulfilled every wish he had. Not necessarily by choice, he had to admit, but that no longer mattered to him. A lot had changed since he had received the ring. He had never been a great moralizer, but since he had received the ring, his moral compass seemed to have been completely switched off. All he could think about was having as much fun as possible. John didn't have to worry about it, and he didn't. He could talk his way out of everything or simply let everyone forget what had happened. Just like he had done with Lisa. She couldn't remember anything that had happened. He had to smile at the thought. She would only remember if he reminded her. He was looking forward to seeing the look on her face when the time came.

The school day was surprisingly quiet. Lars had avoided him. That surprised John a little, but he didn't question it at first. Brianna grinned meaningfully at him in class. Christina had greeted him in the morning and behaved as she usually did. The two of them had talked the previous evening about how they were behaving at school as if nothing had happened. They had also made Lara forget about the weekend. Just like her mother, she would only remember it if John or Christina reminded her. So she also acted as if nothing had happened. Marcy was allowed to know everything, but not to talk about it with anyone.

He wanted to pay another visit to Mrs. Miller, the school doctor. The last time he had seen her was when he had bumped his head. The day he had received the ring. But so far, he had ignored her, even though she was a seductive woman. At that moment, he was annoyed that he hadn't looked at the data he had received from Mrs. Osbourne. He was sure that Mrs. Miller also had a file. As he thought about Mrs. Osbourne, he realized that he needed to pay her a visit as well to see her progress. He knew his changes were working, he had seen her in the hallway in between, but not up close until now. But he would handle that later. He walked down the corridors and was now standing in front of the open door to the infirmary. Mrs. Miller stood at the window and looked up at John as he walked through the door. It was only when she recognized him that she began to smile at him. John noticed that it was a little warmer than in the other rooms. There was a whiff of disinfectant in the air; she had probably cleaned everything the day before and then aired it out. It wasn't far-fetched that she had also set the heating a little higher, which would explain the temperature.

"Oh, Mr. Wilson! I see you're feeling better again. What can I do for you?" she asked kindly and caringly.

John grinned slightly, he knew exactly what she could do for him, even though he'd had a really great weekend. He felt for the cool door handle. He felt it slowly adjust to his temperature and slowly closed the door behind him.

"What are you up to, Mr. Miller?" she asked him, slightly surprised. It wasn't usual for anyone to close the door apart from her. The door was only closed when someone needed to be examined more closely.

"Take it easy, everything's fine. You know I have to check the dress code!" he replied, unconcerned and confident, as he continued to smile at her. He saw her blink and shake her head slightly, a reaction he hadn't seen before, or at least hadn't noticed. He wondered if his skills were wearing thin, or if Ms. Miller was simply more resilient.

"Oh, right, you're right," she replied amiably.

"I think we should go over there," he suggested, pointing to the area with the curtains. She nodded and went ahead as he followed her, scrutinizing her rearview. John pulled the curtains closed, just in case someone did come through the door.

"Why don't you open your gown," he asked her kindly.

"You want me to do what?" she asked, looking at him in surprise.

"Open your smock. According to the school rules, you are only allowed to wear your smock and shoes," John replied firmly. At the same time, he shoved the rule into her head.

"Oh well ... yes, you're right ..." she replied and undid the buttons on her smock to open it. She looked bashfully at the floor, and he immediately realized why. She was only wearing black underwear, which surprised John a little; he had expected her to wear more underneath. He saw it as a positive surprise. He mentally ordered her to take off her gown, and she stood in front of him, smiling.

"I think I need to report this..." John began thoughtfully.

"Please no ... this ... this could cost me my job, we ... we can find another solution!" she said, almost in a panic.

John looked at her thoughtfully. That was going well, very well in fact. He was getting better at handling the ring, or was it the ring that simply understood him better. A question he wanted to think about later.

"What did you have in mind?" he wanted to know.

"Well, my husband and I have put some money aside. I ... we ... could," Mrs. Miller stammered.

John looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll give you my phone number. I'd like to discuss this with your husband, too. You won't tell him anything. You'll just call me when she and he are home," he told her. He mentally sent her a feeling of familiarity. He kept reinforcing it so that she would trust him almost blindly. She nodded slowly. To be on the safe side, he forbade her to talk to her husband about it. John had already made a few plans for the future, but he would have to change a few things.