Sweet Nothings with Nurse (part 3)

So there I was, zoning out on Ms. Nurse's last words. She was gazing off somewhere in the room while she was telling her story. Meanwhile, I was ogling her from head to toe—her lovely face, her chest, her crossed legs, and that restless foot tapping away. That's when a mischievous idea popped into my head. Why not try to flirt with Ms. Nurse? Just to see if I've got the skills, you know?

"You know, kinda like Mags... She's only got her dad left. Her mom passed away. She told me she's a daddy's girl and that he's her pillar of strength; she never wants to let him down."

And so, I started my little flirtation with Ms. Nurser. My goal? To spice up our conversation a bit.

"She shared that with me when we visited her house after the incident..."

Ms. Nurse was looking right at me, and I'd awkwardly look away whenever I continued my story.

"...yeah, it was just the two of us there because her dad had gone to the market to sell some pork. That's when we had our heart-to-heart. That's when I really got to know her."

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"W-What is it, ma'am?"

"Be open-minded, okay? But you can totally skip it if you don't feel like answering."

"It's okay, ma'am. Just remember, what you hear and see here, stays here."

"Deal!"

"S-So, what's your question?"

I was getting nervous around Ms. Nurse, my words trembling. It felt like what I had been hoping for was about to happen, but I wasn't ready.

"Did anything ever happen between you and Mags?"

I knew it... I kinda sensed this was coming when she mentioned a "personal question." I just wasn't prepared, so I froze and couldn't get a word out. I stared at the foot of a chair near the door.

"S-Something did. B-But not really..."

"What do you mean 'not really'? Don't be shy to use vulgar words. I'm a nurse, I know all the body parts. I also studied the psychology of men and women when it comes to emotions and, you know, sex."

"It's just embarrassing, ma'am. Because you're a woman too. I don't want to offend you. But yeah, something happened, but it was like 50/50."

"50/50? What, like a patient critical? Haha! Just kidding."

"Alright, ma'am, how about I ask you about your sex life?"

"Hey! Don't you dare! I'm a v!rgin! I'm scared of men, so no one's ever scored with me."

"Really? But why does it seem like you're singling me out to ask about sex then?"

"It's nothing. I just feel comfortable with you. Honestly, you're such a gentleman. Kudos to you! And it's inspiring because you shared your thoughts about love with me. As you know, I have serious trust issues, so thank you! It feels great to be listened to. I don't have siblings, I'm an only child, and I can't talk to my dad about this kind of stuff. So, thanks a lot. You're young, but you're such a great conversationalist."

"Sorry, ma'am, I'm a bit reserved about talking about, you know, that stuff. I just got really shy. Because you're a woman, and I'm a guy. I might say something inappropriate, or the conversation might go somewhere it shouldn't."

"What, you think I'd hit on you? Haha!"

"Ma'am, no! I just don't want to disrespect you. I'm still a guy, even if I'm young, and I can have dirty thoughts too."

"Well, sometimes I have dirty thoughts too. It's natural for normal people."

"Well, if you ask me, you're super attractive, ma'am. You really have a beautiful face; you remind me of my best friend from last year. You two look alike... but she's skinnier. She's really fair-skinned, with an angelic face."

"Really? Who's this person you're saying looks like me? Haha! Might be my doppleganger."

"Liza Malaccias. That's her name... But I don't see her anymore. I think she transferred."