Dr. Jacob's office was messy from the recent construction. A double door had been installed and there was still plaster dust and bits of drywall mingling with the empty orange pill bottles littering the floor. In the midst of the chaos was a frazzled woman on the verge of tears.
"Please, sit down." She urged. Rupert dusted off a chair and did just that. She continued. "You're the investigator aren't you?"
"Yes. I'm-"
This triggered the pent up tears. And with them came sobs that wracked her frame, setting her bust in rhythmic motion. The combined effect was a powerful one. He wanted to reach over and pat her shoulder, but her breasts were a wall separating them. She trailed off into sniffling and spoke. "You have no idea the hell the hospital's exploratory committee put me through. Just because I'm -sniff- a bit busty, they accused me of taking the drugs! I know what really happened, but they wouldn't listen. Won't you help to set the record straight?"
He sat paralyzed by guilt in his chair. Finally he gathered the courage to speak up. "Look, I'm here to help. Of course I will Dr..." His mind was a blank. What was her name again? He gave his notepad a quick glance. The words pharmacy and a big blue blob where his sweaty thumb just was were the only things on the page. Dammit. He studied her laminated ID. The picture was of a cute redhead that seemed vaguely familiar next to the name: Dr. Jacobs. He began again. "Of course I'll set the record straight Dr. Jacobs. Love the new hair color by the way."
His scrutiny of the nametag caused her to cringe, but now she seemed relieved. No doubt she was embarrassed by her more than generous endowments. "Right. Thanks so much. Its good to finally see someone more interested in the truth than playing the blame game. Well, if you want to know what really happened, the janitorial staff broke in and sold the drugs on eBay."
"Cyber-crime on the internet, eh? That's not really my strong suit. To be honest, I haven't touched a computer since 1987. Tie got caught in a dot matrix printer. The memories are just too painful. Well, I'll write it up in my progress report. Thanks for being such a big help. The other staff I met were quite curt actually." Emboldened by his sudden success he felt inclined to add: "Say, what are you doing later tonight Ms. Jacobs?"
"Who? Oh. Uh, I really gotta... I'm sorry but I'm gonna be super busy with fumigating my basement. Silverfish infestation. Nasty stuff."
"Suit yourself." The rejection stung less with the knowledge he had found his true culprit. Lousy shifty janitors.
Its just a fraction of the nurses and a handfull of the pharmacy doctors that look this way. Plus ladies this size don't exactly share the frame well with eachother.
Well the first thing that came to my mind was "What would she loke like if she bought the drugs of ebay afterwards?" :p hope to see more of your great work soon
Are you guys daft? she's obviously lieing! she isn't even DR. jacobs, she stole the nametag! they DID steal the drugs, blamed it on the janitor and then the idiot etective fell for it!
"Please, sit down." She urged. Rupert dusted off a chair and did just that. She continued. "You're the investigator aren't you?"
"Yes. I'm-"
This triggered the pent up tears. And with them came sobs that wracked her frame, setting her bust in rhythmic motion. The combined effect was a powerful one. He wanted to reach over and pat her shoulder, but her breasts were a wall separating them. She trailed off into sniffling and spoke. "You have no idea the hell the hospital's exploratory committee put me through. Just because I'm -sniff- a bit busty, they accused me of taking the drugs! I know what really happened, but they wouldn't listen. Won't you help to set the record straight?"
He sat paralyzed by guilt in his chair. Finally he gathered the courage to speak up. "Look, I'm here to help. Of course I will Dr..." His mind was a blank. What was her name again? He gave his notepad a quick glance. The words pharmacy and a big blue blob where his sweaty thumb just was were the only things on the page. Dammit. He studied her laminated ID. The picture was of a cute redhead that seemed vaguely familiar next to the name: Dr. Jacobs. He began again. "Of course I'll set the record straight Dr. Jacobs. Love the new hair color by the way."
His scrutiny of the nametag caused her to cringe, but now she seemed relieved. No doubt she was embarrassed by her more than generous endowments. "Right. Thanks so much. Its good to finally see someone more interested in the truth than playing the blame game. Well, if you want to know what really happened, the janitorial staff broke in and sold the drugs on eBay."
"Cyber-crime on the internet, eh? That's not really my strong suit. To be honest, I haven't touched a computer since 1987. Tie got caught in a dot matrix printer. The memories are just too painful. Well, I'll write it up in my progress report. Thanks for being such a big help. The other staff I met were quite curt actually." Emboldened by his sudden success he felt inclined to add: "Say, what are you doing later tonight Ms. Jacobs?"
"Who? Oh. Uh, I really gotta... I'm sorry but I'm gonna be super busy with fumigating my basement. Silverfish infestation. Nasty stuff."
"Suit yourself." The rejection stung less with the knowledge he had found his true culprit. Lousy shifty janitors.
CASE CLOSED