Amy returns.

Then suddenly you hear the sound of the knob being turned, and not wanting to be caught asleep, you sit up right on Ellen’s bed. Amy walks through the door, and flashing a wide smile says, “You were sleeping, weren’t you?” You nod sheepishly, and Amy takes something from the top drawer of her dresser, and drops it into her purse.

“Still no Ellen?” She says and sits down beside you. She smells delicious.

“Nope. How long were you gone?” Amy bends over setting her purse on the floor beside the bed.

“Fifteen minutes. Didn’t take long for you to crash.” She runs the back of her hand over your cheek, and a tingle runs down your spine. “You’re blushing.” She giggles.

As you discussed the possible whereabouts of Ellen, three short knocks on the door were heard, followed by a very feminine voice calling “Ms. Clarke?” Amy smiled broadly upon hearing the voice on the other side of the door, and she sprang to open the door. Turning back towards you, she said, “It’s Wendy Tasker, she’s Ellen’s academic advisor. She’s very cool.”

Amy pulled the door open, saying that Ellen wasn’t there, but would be back soon. Taking Ms. Tasker by the hand she added. “But I’m here” and gave the thirtyish redhead a provocative wink. Wendy Tasker smirked, and sat down on the bed beside you, dropping her oversized handbag on the floor, next to Amy’s purse. Joining her, Amy sat down on Ellen’s bed, putting Ms. Tasker between you.

Wendy wore her auburn hair short, cut just above her shoulders, it was feathered, although long enough that she frequently brushed it back from her lightly shadowed eyes, which were a bright green. “I’m happy to meet you, are you a friend of Ellen’s?” she said as she extended her hand towards you in greeting. Her grip was firm and dry, and powerful for such a slim, delicate hand.

“He’s visiting from downstate, staying here for the weekend” Amy said with a mischevious tone.

Great, you thought now I’m busted for breaking Widley College rules. You gave Amy a dirty look.
“I hope you enjoy your visit” Ms. Tasker said. Amy snorted, and then whispered something into the older women’s ear. All you could make out was “He’s cool.” Then Amy looked at you saying “Wendy’s cool too. She doesn’t care if you’re sleeping here.” Amy learned over again, and whispered something else that you couldn’t make out, and both women erupted in laughter. Amy scooted in closer to Ms. Tasker.

Wendy Tasker dressed like a college administrator, wearing a navy blue suit, slacks, three inch black pumps, and a white cotton blouse with navy pinstripes. Looking back at you, she smiled a wide toothy smile, and commented that not many males make Amy’s cool list, and that you should be honored. Her deep red lipstick contrasted with her bright white teeth. Amy gave you a wink.

“Maybe Wendy will spend the weekend here, and all four of us can have a party.” Amy playfully bit Wendy Tasker on the ear. Ms Tasker did not object, and gave Amy a freindly shove.

"I don't think that's likely, my dear. I have something for Ellen, she left it at my office. I can't stay too long, but, I'd be happy to wait for awhile. Anyway, I only live two block off campus, both you and Ellen will be able to find me there this weekend." Ms. Tasker leaned back and streched.

"Tell us all the latest gossip from the admin building." Amy said as she tickled Wendy Tasker's nose with a strand of her long, wavy hair