<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>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dorothy<br/><hr/><br/>The psychologist barely nodded at her companion, peering intensely at a nearby table, then with an inhale, turned towards the nurse with a casual smile.<strong>"Seems like I won't go out and buy me some beer anytime soon. Me and Police don't work too well together..."</strong>She chuckled and took a sip of her morning coffee, while glancing over Dorothy's tray.<strong>"Huh, I never could eat more than a few bites in the morning... Anyway, yeah, we're pretty fucked up alright. Not only we'll have a whole lot of work, but also won't be able to leave, basically. And even if we did throw the towel, I don't expect many job opportunities. Guess I'm staying here for a looong time, hopefully not till I pay the student loans, that would be just, nope.</strong>Taking a bite of toast, Riley continued.<strong>"I just hope they won't tell me to take someone into my room, I have my work space there too! Wouldn't want anyone to "accidentally" check my notes or eavesdrop on therapy. These girls are tough nuts to open as it is.</strong><br/><br/>Positioning Riley's room, and by extension, her office, en route to some major spots like the gardens and TV room was a good call - girls could pretend they went elsewhere, and Riley often played to this little game so her patient wouldn't look "soft" by going to a psychologist. But with the influx of new women, and the news from today, there just might be an actual queue by her door soon enough.<br/><br/>Riley shook her head, after a moment of silence, then looked at the nurse.<strong>"You know, I've been trying to find any patterns in their cases, develop some form of therapy based on what I can get about sexual aberrations but, there's only so much you can do with strong will alone. Sooner or later, they may need an actual medication, methinks. To boost the therapy, like they do with sexual attackers with self control issues. I know it doesn't sound cool but, I guess that could be the first step. Lowering 'dem libidos a notch so they don't stare at my tits all the time witch pitched tents while I try to talk to them."</strong><br/><br/>Taking another bite of toast, Riley smoothed the hair on her head with her left hand, sighing.