<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/wMvj12Mp/17170817-short-haircuts-for-girls.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Riley Reyes</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>her office<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ricky<br/><hr/><br/>Riley nodded and jotted some sentences on her clipboard while Ricky was speaking, occasionally looking up to keep eye contact. Only once the pause was long enough to indicate that the girl was done, did she lean back against the armchair, and cap her pen. Smiling a little, big green eyes staring squarely at her present company, Riley began to form her thoughts.<br/><br/><strong>"Hmm... Doesn't sound like you need pills after all. First, you came to me, and I don't do pills. Second, from what I hear, well, it's fairly common for young people these days. Even more so for girls in here, actually."</strong>Breaking eye contact for a moment, Riley hummed to herself, lips pouting as she meticulously inspected the wall. The moment of silence was dragging out when she finally looked back at Ricky, and chuckled.<strong>"Sorry, just mulling over something. Now, what you said gives me some pointers. You see, sex, for us humans, is means to an end, not an end in itself. Or so they say. I've talked to... a few girls in here... and it strikes me that the more lonely they feel, the more they cum."</strong><br/><br/>The psychologist set aside the clipboard and took a sip from the lipstick stained glass, before continuing, now leaning forward, elbows on knees and hands clasped together. This time, she was more serious in her voice.<strong>"I appreciate that you came to me, rather than tried to find a way to kill that feeling. Because painkillers don't cure the cause of pain, ever. And I'm not satisfied with treating symptoms. You've mentioned something very important in my view, namely, that you want to feel like somebody cares, right? Normally I would drag you along for an hour till you came to conclusions yourself but,  I'm here to help, not cash in consultation fees."</strong>Taking a deeper breath, as if hesitant herself, Riley continued.<strong>"Corny as it sounds, yeah, you <em>just</em> need someone who gives a fuck. Err, pun unintended, but hey, sex is part of a relationship so, yeah. Maybe there's some nice girl you'd like to get closer with, be friends, maybe more. Pills can wait, they have long expiry dates. Meanwhile, feel free to drop at my place, for whatever reason. I may be the resident psycho but that doesn't mean I can't be friends with people, right? I mean,we're in the same prison now, you and me."</strong><br/><br/>With a smile, she extended her right hand for a fist bump, hoping the fast route won't prove to be a dead end.