<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<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any; Riley<br/><hr/><br/>The nurse heard that familiar voice and turned her head this way and that.  She then caught sight of Riley and gave her a little waving, nodding and pointing to indicate she'd be over soon.  Then she looked back at the futas.  "Sorry to intrude, I'll leave you girls to it.  But please don't think we'd let anyone hurt you.  And you know you can always come to the Health Center if you want quiet or for me to listen.  Though Riley's really far better than me."  She gave them another smile and went to fetch her own breakfast.<br/><br/>She weaved her way to the breakfast bar and to the "weirdo" table with the delightful if loud and wild psychologist.  Dorothy only bumped into a few girls, usually with her chest, causing her to blush and apologize.<br/><br/>The nurse sat down heavily with a sigh, her tray clattering and sweater-clad tits bouncing.  "Good morning," she chirped.  For breakfast she had two soft boiled eggs, a buttered English muffin, a bowl of oatmeal with honey and a ton of cinnamon mixed into it, a banana, orange juice, and a huge mug of coffee which also has generous amounts of cinnamon added.  Cinnamon was her favorite flavor, spice, and smell.<br/><br/>She smiled at her younger friend but it was a tense smile.  "How are you today?  And how much trouble do you think we're in?"