Allison woke in the morning with a smile on her face. She stretched and then leaned into her pillow nest, reliving her evening with Bill. He had treated her like a woman, not a mere child. She liked that. She liked the way he had listened to her and talked to her as if she were an equal. Because she was young and small, most of the adults she worked with still treated her as a precocious girl.
As she thought about the preceding night, the phone rang. It was Andy, the auto mechanic, who explained carefully about her poor "Bruno". Several of his parts had given out at once, and would need to be ordered. Andy's voice held awe that the car had been running at all, with all the problems it was having now. He thought it would be at least 5 days for the parts to come in, especially since it was a holiday week. He just needed her ok to order them and he would send the order off immediately.
Ally had little choice. She wondered how she would exist without her car for a week. As soon as she gave Andy the order and hung up, her phone rang again. It was Bill. He had decided to relax this holiday week and take a vacation from work, so he was offering her taxi service as she needed it. Ally sat there, the phone in her hand, her cheeks growing pink as she thought fondly of her prize student. Nothing would please her more than to spend some time with him. She told him she was going to stay at home all day and do some much needed cleaning. She smilingly took down his number and promised she would call if she needed anything or to go anywhere.
After telling Bill goodbye, Ally hopped out of bed and headed for the shower. Dropping her jammies in the hamper, she stopped in front of the mirror. What she saw pleased her. Long, wavy, chocolate brown hair, dark brown eyes that twinkled with humor. Her complexion was clear and glowing, with a pink blush on her cheeks, even now. She looked at her body, something she tended to avoid doing. She was petite, everything about her was small. Short, shapely legs. Small, delicate hands. Her figure was neat and compact. She worked out with her friends a few times a week, keeping her bottom tight and her muscles toned. As she actually took inventory, Ally again wondered if anyone would ever see this body. She had one serious relationship in college and was tempted by Jacob, but had held back for some reason. Now she was glad she had not had sex with him. Given the way the relationship ended, it would have been one more thing for her to mourn. She knew she was a rarity, a woman who was waiting for Mr. Right, but she couldn't help it. She knew that one day he would arrive and she would be glad she had waited for him.
In the shower, Ally lathered up while singing happily. She was basically very content with her life and her situation. She felt confident that some day her prince would come and had decided to enjoy life until he did. After the shower, Ally dried her hair and put it up with a huge clip. She sprayed on her favorite scent, Warm Vanilla Sugar, and got dressed. Today, she wore jeans and a faded t-shirt, from a long ago concert. She walked through her home, getting ready to clean. She loved her apartment. It was perfect for her and she was having so much fun decorating it. Cleaning was not really necessary. Ally was a neat girl. She just lit some vanilla candles, started her cds, and moved a few things around. She danced to the music as she worked, enjoying being young and healthy. When the doorbell rang, she was tempted not to answer. But she knew the music would give her away and went reluctantly to see who was there.
Bill stood at her door, a smile on his face. He was dressed in cut-offs and a t-shirt, looking extremely pleased with himself. At Ally's inquiring look, he said, "I have a day off and I am not sure what to do with it. So I thought you might be willing to teach me about relaxing."
