Sort of. Still a few more tests...

Mrs. Olivia seemed almost startled by my presence. “Oh, uh… John, yes… almost. I’m fairly certain I know what the problem is, but I need a couple more tests to be sure, you know, eliminate all the other possibilities. Plus…” she glanced back at Amanda affectionately, “Amanda could always use practice on these sort of diagnostic tests… Well, come on now, get up.”

She led me to the scale positioned against the wall on the opposite side of the nurse’s office. “Oh, wait… Amanda?”

Mrs. Olivia turned around just fast enough to catch sight of her aide, still sitting in the same chair, without any sort of pants, delicately probing her clitoris with one extended finger. She quickly withdrew her hand and hid it behind her back. “Oh! Yes?”

“Can you get a thermometer to measure Mr. Doe’s temperature?”

“Sure…” she paused before letting slip a devilish little grin. “Does it matter witch one?”