As your eyes take another pass over them, you realize something is up. The nurse keeps trying to smooth out the wrinkles on her uniform and her hair looks a little mussed up. Some of her buttons are undone and one of her shoes is untied. The doctor is sweating profusely for such an air conditioned building. His fly is down and you can make out a small spot of red that matches the hue of the nurse’s lipstick. The doctor has a wedding ring, but the nurse’s hands are devoid of any jewelry. You put two and two together and formulate a plan. “What do you mean what am I doing here?” you retort, “what are you two doing at this hour? All alone? Away from the missus?”
Your hunch pay off as the color drains from the doctors face and the nurses eyes go wide like a deer staring into headlights. The doctor stammers out, “n-nothing that c-concerns you-“
“I wonder what-“ you check his nametag, “Mrs. Washun will think when I report this to her.”
“What are you talking about?” the doctor starts shaking now. Whether out of rage or fear you can’t tell. You pull out your wallet, “I’m a P.I. hired by your wife,” you open up your wallet and quickly flash your college I.D. at them so they can’t get a good look at it. The lech looks at you suspiciously, “if you’re a private dick, shouldn’t you have a camera or something?” This guy watches too much TV. It looks like it’s not working. You got to keep him on the defensive. “I don’t need them. I’m not on the clock right now. Besides, I already got all the evidence I need. My report is typed up and ready to show to your wife. No, I’m here to offer you a way out.” Hearing this, the doc’s ears perk up a little. You continue, “you see, you’re wife hasn’t nearly been paying me enough to make it worth my time.”
“Oh, so it’s money you want,” he says catching your drift. You flash a thumbs up, “yatta! The man learns. The way I see it, if you are willing to outbid your wife, I wouldn’t have any trouble giving your wife a sanitized version of the report that would make you look cleaner than the pope’s bed sheets.” He’s practically fuming at your audacity, but he looks like he’s considering your offer. You maintain a calm exterior but inside, your heart’s about ready to burst out of your chest. “Fine, what’s my wife paying you?” he fishes out his wallet from his pocket. This is where you hit a snag. The guy’s a bastard for sneaking around on his wife (not that you’re one to talk) but is it right to **** him? This is quickly getting out of hand. Then you take another look at the nurse and think about what she must’ve gone through.
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