<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/a5/5e/58/a55e5821b24ecb0c319ed3f32f920365.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Dorothy Ride</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria moving to Health Center<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Riley, Adrianne, Any<br/><hr/><br/>"Well, I, yes, I mean, y-you are, and-"  Dorothy cut herself off from further talk by shoving the other egg into her mouth.  Her face was red.  Yes, of course, she'd said Riley was attractive.  She knew she was pretty, didn't she?  She had to.  The nurse chewed her food and sighed mentally at having said things the wrong way somehow.  As the younger woman stood to leave, she swallowed, "Good luck, Riley!"  Her blush deepened at Riley's last comment, "B-but I have to check for testicular conditions or signs of STDs and-and-most futas are extraordinarily sexually active but don't have access<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"> to proper care before coming here so,  have to at least <em>look</em>..."</span><br/><br/>But the other woman was gone, any of Dorothy's words no doubt drowned out by the general noise.  She sighed and tucked into her food in earnest until just the banana was her coffee remained.  A quick refill on her coffee, adding more cinnamon and sugar of course, and she was on her way.  She peeled the banana as she crossed the restaurant, taking it into her mouth without really thinking about the wisdom of doing that around the girls.  Her eyes caught sight of Adrianne and the others at her table as she left and she waved and then gestured, hoping to indicate that the futanari could come to the Health Center whenever she wished.<br/><br/>The Health Center, informally called the doctor's office or clinic or any number of things but it was all the same place.  While Roberta wasn't a medical professional, she had enough sense that when the refuge was put in, she made sure that the Health Center was easily accessible from as many directions as possible.  Meaning that while it still only had one main door which had both a deadbolt operated by a key and a magnetic lock that only some staff's ID cards opened, the location was close to the residences as well as the places for both indoor and outdoor activities.  Not that many would be using the outdoor spaces now; who wanted to run or play basketball or what have you while cops and soldiers have you the hairy eyeball from behind the Refuge's fence?<br/><br/>The Health Center had a small reception area with several comfy chairs and a small love seat, a few magazines set about and a TV that was set to a PBS station.  There was a counter with a glass window which is where Dorothy would meet those coming in; a tone sounding in the back whenever the door to the Center was opened.  There was a locked door in reception also that took a separate key from the main door and could also be unlocked from the inside.  Given the medications and patient information inside, the Refuge wanted to make sure both were well protected.  Past the reception area was an L shaped hallway with a lab, four private exam rooms, a slightly larger room a few beds in case anyone needed longer treatment but wasn't serious enough to go to a hospital, and the place's own private restroom, complete with shower in case of chemical spill.  The walls here had a layer of cork on both sides as well as the normal insulation, both to better control temperature and as soundproofing; again, the privacy of the girls' medical treatment and information was paramount.  There were also no cameras except in some of the medicine cabinets and chemical storage.<br/><br/>Dorothy sighed as she used her key and ID to open the door, flipping on the lights and setting the sign by the door to "Open."    Lights and the TV came on, not currently a show but apparently announcing that today was going to be a day of travel and nature shows about the Mediterranean.  She smiled wistfully as the next program started and showed white sand beaches and azure seas.  "Wouldn't that be nice?"  Then she opened up the reception door, which locked behind her after she passed and went to the desk, starting up the computer and beginning to set up the day's schedule.  The day was clear of appointments, as if often was, meaning anyone who wished to come by could do so.  While any new arrivals were encouraged to get a basic physical or at least answer some medical questions, it was not required since they were not here voluntarily.