[If it hadn't been for that administrivia, I might have been able to stop everything sooner.[If it hadn't been for that administrivia, I might have been able to stop everything sooner. Does HQ have any idea of how cumbersome their procedures are?-AW] He saw an attractive, slender, red-haired nurse heading for the clinic. Dr. Carter recognized her from the project personnel folder (although he didn't remember the name) and sped up his pace to catch her. "Nurse..." Joanne Weber spun neatly and regarded the source of the voice with a playful, flirtatious gleam in her eyes. "Yes? May I help you --" She read the badge clipped to his jacket. "Dr. Carter?" She posed for him, arching her back slightly, which pushed her chest forward. He was a strong, handsome man, powerfully built. And he had _big_hands_. Her tongue peeked between slightly parted, freshly glossed ruby red lips. Her actions seemed to unnerve the good doctor. Very well, he's shy. Easy enough to start a conversation. |