So Nadia, how are we getting to the mall?

You stand in the doorway reminiscing as her flattering sun dress hangs off her round little ass. She's one of the most attractive girls you've known, and now you'll get to find out what you missed when you were dating. Even more, you're actually obligated to find out what you missed. You hold your clipboard up and start filling in what you do already know.

Name: Nadia Stevenson Age: 21

Attractiveness: 8/10

Breasts: 6/10

Mouth: __/10 - Oral Proficiency: __/10

Vagina: __/10 - Vaginal Proficiency: __/10

Ass: 8/10 - Anal Proficiency: __/10

Handjob Proficiency: __/10

Vocalization: __/10

________________: __/10

________________: __/10

________________: __/10

________________: __/10

Additional Notes: ______________________________________________________________________________

Inspector's Signature: John Doe

As you jot down the scores, Nadia turns and stands up, pulling her lipstick away from her freshly painted lips. "John, uh hi." Her cleavage is nice. The FBI in you remembers her mom's glorious cleavage and you fill in cleavage as an additional category.

"So how are we getting to the mall?"

"Um, John," she looks you in the eyes but glances to the floor next to you before asking, "are you seriously inspecting me right now?"

You nod and approach her. "I'm actually ready to head to the mall whenever, but I figured you might want a quick checkup first." You reach out and squeeze her little tit through her dress and she bites her lip and sighs.

"I hardly think you can call an Inspection a checkup, John." You keep fondling her tit. You press it and squeeze it and pull it out of the neck of her dress and she says "That's not even how a mammogram goes. Looks I know you're upset with m..." You tune her out and put a 4 in cleavage and a 0 in vocalization.

Then you slide your pen to the bottom of the page as Nadia slides her tit back inside her dress. You write on the last line of the form:

Additional Notes: ____Severe case of Made-up Condition_____________

You sign the form and hand it to her. Nadia drops her lipstick on her vanity and her disappointed frown becomes hopeless.

"Hey, how are we getting to the mall though? I assume your mall rat friends will be there, so I'm coming along as FBI."

She looks up at you slowly, clenching her jaw and cursing her fate. "Mom's driving."

"Cool. Listen, it's not so bad. People can survive Made-up Condition these days and lead normalish, mildly over-sexed lives. Plus your bum is actually really something special."

She sniffles and tosses the inspection form on her bed. "Okay stop, let's go. And I'm sorry I cheated on you."

"Cool. You should be."

You accompany Nadia to the drive where her hot mom Katia is waiting in the jeep. The ride is brief, and you can tell it's awkward for the Stevenson women, but you mostly focus on enjoying their bouncing cleavage. If you add Sense of fashion to their next Inspections, you'd be doing them a favor.

When you arrive at the mall, you scan the throngs of teenagers and shoppers, but don't see Nadia's mall rat friends, assuming you're looking for Codi and Jasmine, the girls she would most often kill time with back when you knew her.

Katia looks like she plans on dropping the two of you off, rather than parking and coming inside.

Nadia points to the side entrance. "The girls are at the salon by the movie theater, Mom."

As she pulls the car to a halt in front of the mall side entrance, Katia says to you "have fun. And thanks for checking up on my sweetheart. It's noble of you to put her medical needs above whatever trouble you two..."

"Ugh mom shut up!" Nadia slams the jeep door shut. You should follow her inside, but what about Katia?