<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 was penning some thoughts on a consultation card when the doors opened. She looked a bit puzzled at the newcomer, half expecting her last patient.<strong>"Was there something you'd like to discuss mo- Oh. Hello, Ricky, have a seat. I just need to finish my thought in here and I'm all ears."</strong>The woman gazed on her knees again and finished writing whatever she was supposed to, then capped her fountain pen, set it aside on a small table beside her armchair, and got up to put the filled page into the appropriate folder in the metal document cabinet by the wall.<br/><br/>Humming something barely recognizable, Riley fished another blank page and closed the drawer with her hip, having heard what Ricky had to say, initially at least. Seated in the armchair, one leg over another, jacket unzipped, she pinned the blank page to a clipboard, and started to write the essentials, glancing at her guest.<strong>"Hmm, not something I hear every day, but, let's take it slow. Water maybe?"</strong>The psychologist nodded at a glass pitcher and several upturned glasses resting on the table beside her. One glass was half empty and had lipstick on it, most likely belonging to the white haired resident. Riley finally looked up at Ricky, and smiled reassuringly, capping her pen.<strong>"Alright, let's start from the beginning. Seven times a day, correct? If you may, could you describe how you feel about using the extractor? I mean, you may refuse answering any question I ask, no reasons needed, like every time we talk. But I would like to take a deeper look at the symptoms, if you'd agree. In what situations you feel like you need to blow off some steam? How do you feel just before, and right after? Does it help to use them?"</strong><br/><br/>Riley paused briefly, patting her lips with the pen, before risking another guestion.<strong>"Okay, I know I sound like some creep but it's not for my sick curiosity. Do you... use any, ahem, aid? Like, visual, imagination, that kinda stuff."</strong>Extending her ring clad hand she hastily added:<strong>"No pressure if you don't want to answer that, we can talk about something else, alright?"</strong>