I made it over to the house by almost seven. When I got there, Casey answered the door in jeans and a wife beater t-shirt over a red bra. “We match!” I grinned and pointed to my shirt.
Casey smiled and ushered me through the door. “Girl, you look hot! What happened, Brad piss you off?”
I laughed. “Actually? Yes, but this isn’t because of that.” I stopped for a second and thought. “But it’ll fucking work for it!” We both laughed.
“Is that Kate?” I heard her mom’s voice from the kitchen and saw her peek around the kitchen door, happy as happy could be. “Hey, sweetheart. Did you eat yet?”
It was one of my favorite things about Casey’s, it might not have been her own place, but she had food, good food, cooked by someone who loved to cook.
I regretted my decision to grab a bite at the cafeteria. “No, Miss Hark, I already ate.”
“Linda, sweetie, call me Linda. You’re as good as family now.” She smiled and disappeared back into the kitchen.
“Come on, I need your help.” Casey led us back to her room. “So, I’ve been crazy busy on this experiment,” she opened the door and it looked exactly like a clean, organized room doesn’t. There were papers and folders everywhere – on the bed, on the floor, on her desk. I couldn’t believe how much of it there was. We had a bunch of classes together, but there was no research like this required in any of them
We walked into the room and I looked around. “Oh, Casey, wow.” I didn’t know what else to say. I started flipping through some of the paper on the bed and then walked over to her desk. The piles were loosely organized, most of the papers typed but had a bunch of handwritten notes in the margins, complete with graphs, and there had to be a hundred pages or more.
“I know, mom is helping me put it all into spreadsheets. The clinic prefers it in spreadsheet form.”
I turned and looked at her a bit confused. Something wasn’t right, I mean, why was I dressed up like we were going somewhere if there were a hundred pages of research to organize and transcribe? “Okay?” I looked down at my outfit and then at hers.
“Oh, don’t worry, this won’t take long.” She scooped up a stack of papers and started sorting through them.” Most of it is has already been put in; I was just going through it again to make sure it was all right.
Did she say clinic? I walked over to the bed and looked down at few of the pages spread across the pillow. One page caught my attention – stage one trials, two subjects, both female. I looked at another pile and saw many graphs with numbers and letters but none of it made any sense – d1,6 – d2, 6.3.
“Brad’s in Virginia?” Casey asked picked up a stack of paper and tucked it into a folder.
“Yeah, game tomorrow,” I picked up a piece of paper that said: All measurements found to above the expected average on both subjects. “What is all this? What class is it for?”
Casey hesitated. “Well, it’s not for a class,” she stacked one folder on top of another.
I could tell she was hiding something. I heard it in her voice.
“You guys want something to drink?” Linda’s voice echoed from the kitchen.
“They’re girls, mom. We’re all girls!” It was Steph, Casey’s little sister who called out from her room down the hall.
There was a pause. “Do you girls want anything to drink?” Linda asked.
“Yeah,” I stared down at the paper in my hand and tried to make sense of the abbreviations. What is all of this about? Test subjects? Is she doing some medical trial and embarrassed to tell me?
Her mom came through the door a few minutes later with three tall glasses and a pitcher of what looked like lemonade on a plastic tray and I noticed that she was a little more dressed up than usual.
Every other time I had ever seen Linda; she had always been in either mom at home, kind of clothes – comfy stuff, like sweatshirts, flannel pajama pants and the like. Or she would still be in work clothes – casual, office work type clothes.
But tonight, she was in a sparkly, purple blouse with neck line that let as much cleavage as my own. Of course, Linda had bigger tits and the ample curves stretched the fabric in a way that kind of drew the eye and said: Hey, you like tits?
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