Investigate the clinic

Nurse Karlee intrigues you. Well, her breasts interest you. Much more than whatever’s going on in Mrs Oversight’s office. She’s probably just working late. Why in the school, who knows. Who cares? Nurse Karlee is more interesting.

The lights are still on in the clinic. The music still leaks out.

You try the glass door. It’s unlocked. You push it open and step inside. The pop song gains in volume as a greeting.

“Hello,” you shout out. “Anyone here?”

There’s the sound of crashing in the back room. You start towards it before Karlee’s heart shaped face suddenly appears.

“Oh, hi, what are you doing here?”

“Sorry, Karlee, I was just passing and I saw the lights were on. I was worried something bad was happening. But you’re here late.”

“Yes, yes, I am. Happens regularly. I’m just, you know, catching up with things.”

“You’re that busy?”

She laughs. It’s a nervous kind of laugh. She’s very nervous. She’s edged through the door, revealing her wonderfully busty frame, no longer in a nurse’s uniform, but in a white t-shirt and black shorts. Her long black hair is loose down her back.

“Yes, I’ve just received a delivery.”

“A delivery this late? What of?”

“You know paracetamol, other ****, bandages, all the things a nurse like me needs to treat a school like this.” Her laugh is too high pitched, too ****. She’s trying to act cool. You’re not buying it. She’s oozed through the doorway and shut the door behind her. What’s going on in her back room?”

“And they deliver those this late?”

“Yes, sometimes, unfortunately.”

“Well, I think you’re very dedicated to stay this late for a delivery.”

She smiles. “If I’m not here, the driver might just leave all this stuff outside, and we can’t have that. **** and all.”

You nod. You still don’t believe her, though. She’s clearly hiding something, but whatever it is, you’re certain it’s not malicious, no-one who gives you a smile as winning as her, could be doing anything malicious. Might as well leave it.

“Alright. I just thought I’d check.”

“Thanks for checking. I just need to finish unpacking this stuff and then I’ll be gone.”

“If you want, I could help.”

“No, no, no. Don’t worry. I’ve nearly finished. There’s nothing for you to help with now.”

If she says so. Although there was a brief flash of panic in her wide brown eyes at the suggestion.

You give her a goodbye and then you leave. As you walk away from the clinic, you glance back. Karlee is behind the glass, watching you leave. Even more suspicious. You wave at her. She waves back.