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Possibly because the Doctor put Nina down so often?or possibly because of her guarded upbringing, which had left her unaware of so many things that she came off simple and backward, and with a childish demeanor uncharacteristic of her years?she had trouble making friends at Nautica Fallows. Indeed, her only acquaintance that the Doctor knew of was a shapely blonde named Caitlin Jenkins, whom she sometimes brought over after class to watch TV, try on clothes, or fix snacks in the kitchen while they gossiped in the language of giggles about god knows what. From the little he knew about Caitlin from overhearing their conversations, she was nineteen, and despite having reached this relatively advanced age she was still a junior, like Nina. (He gathered Caitlin had been held back twice to Nina's once.)
Caitlin liked to argue. More than once the Doctor strolled past Nina's bedroom while the girls were in it with the door shut and heard Caitlin hollering firmly for Nina to return a bracelet or quit going through her purse, or he'd catch Nina on the phone pleading defensively over what time she'd said she was coming over.
Though Caitlin was feisty this way she wasn't really threatening. Her lean frame bordered on outright thin, although her bosom swelled disproportionately to her tapered waist?not quite as ample as Nina, she was still, the Doctor guessed, the generous end of a B-cup if not a full C. She also often wore high heels and the kind of jewelry?long, thin silver necklaces with grabbable pendants, hoop earrings, arrays of oversized, clinking bracelets on both wrists?that would make actual fighting cumbersome, almost certainly unwinnable. Even the most pugnacious thing about her?a glittery faux-diamond stud on the left side of her piddly nose?was the sort of ostentatious display of poseur toughness typical of yippy, coiffed lap-bitches whose barks are worse than their bites.
Still, pendik escort the Doctor didn't mind when Caitlin was around. Even if he didn't much like her, he liked to stare at her whenever he could get away with it while she was at the house. As her jewelry habits might have indicated, young Caitlin took a lot of time and fuss with her appearance and wasn't shy about showing some skin or being stared at. Unlike Nina, though, the Doctor suspected that Caitlin dressed this way not because she was so naïve she didn't know what the fuss was about, but because she sensed it brought her power.
In fact, so worried was he that Caitlin might one way or another?by explanation, example, or direct action?sully Nina's innocence, so remarkable for a girl her age, by teaching her or showing her about sex, that the Doctor thought of trying to forbid Nina from hanging around with Caitlin altogether. After all, the Doctor's plans for Nina ultimately depended on maintaining her ignorance of such matters. (And what plans, mused the Doctor when this thought occurred to him, were these?) But it didn't seem that Caitlin and Nina's friendship would present this sort of threat. If the Doctor overheard Nina apologize to Caitlin for showing up a quarter hour too early or late for something, he also heard Nina nag Caitlin from time to time, though more sadly and less assertively, and this would seem usually to relate to some date Caitlin had made with a larger group of friends and failed to invite Nina to, or had invited her to only to elude her when the time came. Caitlin, the Doctor gathered from this, would only spend time with Nina one on one. Perhaps Caitlin was embarrassed to be seen with Nina, not because the latter girl was unattractive?on the contrary, both these fillies were deliciously comely?but because Nina's personal childishness and awkwardness made socializing hard for her, maltepe escort and the accessorized and popular Caitlin felt she would hold her back.
Still, something about Nina must have amused Caitlin in some way, because her visits weren't infrequent: at least once every other week, sometimes weekly or even more. They even had the occasional sleepover. Those nights he would typically let them alone and retire to his study to read. He made it a point to check in on them from time to time, though; he made a play of familial responsibility, pretending he was trying to see they weren't getting up to any mischief, but really he just liked to peek at the two chicks, particularly since Nina was no more shy around her friend than she was around him and was usually curled up bare-legged on the couch in her virtual state of dishabille. Caitlin, being more worldly, was also more modest, but not much. She was usually done up in denim shorts or tiny skirts and generous complements of the kind of cheesy jewelry favored by mall-hopping teens. For the lecherous man, it was a feast for the eyes.
Typically the girls would wave and offer a friendly hello when the Doctor came by on his evening rounds, but they were too involved in watching TV or giggling over whatever feminine issue de l'heure occupied them to pay him much mind. One night, however, he had poured himself yet another scotch before dropping in on them and when they saw him with the tinkling glass, Nina pointed to it.
*quot;You sure do drink a lot of those!*quot;
Caitlin clapped her hands on her knees and sat upright.
*quot;Yeah, I hope it's okay we say so, Mr. Brownmiller*quot;?she had yet to get it 'round her head he was a doctor?*quot;but it does seem you've always got one.*quot;
The Doctor glanced at his drink and defiantly took a sip, not sure if he was being lectured or merely small-talked.
*quot;Well, I study hard all kartal escort day, girls. I think I deserve to relax in the evening.*quot;
*quot;You know,*quot; Caitlin continued, *quot;neither me or Nina have ever had a drink?*quot;
Nina shook her head. *quot;No . . . well, we've had regular drinks but?*quot; she tittered inanely?*quot;never a get-dizzy-and-fall-over drink.*quot;
*quot;Yeah,*quot; Caitlin said, adding unnecessarily, *quot;you have to be twenty-one and I'm eighteen and Nina's only nineteen.*quot;
*quot;Yeah,*quot; concluded Nina. They sat, looking meaningfully at the Doctor. No one said anything. Finally:
*quot;What are you two driving at?*quot;
The Doctor put a hand on his hip and studied the girls suspiciously.
Nina and Caitlin glanced at each other.
*quot;Should we?*quot; Caitlin asked.
Nina evaluated the doctor and turned back to her friend. *quot;I don't see why not.*quot;
*quot;Mr. Brownmiller, we were wondering if we could try one. They never seem to have much of an effect on you so we were thinking maybe it's not as big a deal as people think. And we promise we wouldn't have too much, and we'd stop whenever you told us to.*quot;
*quot;It's just,*quot; Nina interjected, *quot;you seem to like it so much that it kinda*quot;?she pointed at herself and Caitlin together with a wagging finger?*quot;like, it's made us kinda curious.*quot;
Sensing an opportunity, the Doctor decided to throw decent parenting to the wind.
*quot;Sure,*quot; he said brightly. The girls giggled, bounced, and clapped their hands in unison.
*quot;Goody!*quot; Nina cooed.
*quot;We thought you might put up more of an argument,*quot; added Caitlin, and Nina hushed her urgently.
*quot;Tell you what, ladies,*quot; offered the Doctor. *quot;I don't think you virgins could handle straight liquor,*quot; and he wagged his scotch to indicate, *quot;but what if I made you something sweeter?a pina colada, maybe, or a sex on the beach?*quot;
*quot;Oh!*quot; said Caitlin. *quot;A pina colada sounds like fun! I don't know about 'sex on the beach,' though, that sounds weird.*quot;
*quot;I'd worry what was in it,*quot; confessed Nina, and the girls twittered with giddy laughter. The doctor gathered himself to stroll back to the kitchen.
*quot;Two pina coladas it is, then.*quot;