The next day

“Morning Mr. P.” Alison is as bright and cheerful the next morning as she pours out her bowl of Special K. “Any word from your special student?” I decided not to share the texts I received yesterday in spite of a few leading questions, but Alison wasn't deterred by my refusal to share. “I think today's going to be a good day, how 'bout you, Mr. P?”

“Could be, Angel, could be.” I try to keep noncommittal, but judging by her teasing smile, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have another visit this afternoon. If that shy schoolgirl shows up like I expect, I'm going to push a little and see how far I can get. I take the time to shave yesterday's stubble of my face and tidy up the living room. With a smile I realize I'm acting like a young man preparing for a date; I even check to make sure I'm wearing clean underwear.

Sure enough, right at one o'clock the bell rings and I open the door with a fair amount of anticipation. I'm not disappointed. Alison's lacy white minidress is a far cry from the frumpy outfit of her first visit. My shy student has brushed her hair until it gleams and there is a fresh coat of shiny gloss on her lips, but the glasses were still there and Alison able to maintain the charade of a much younger and inexperienced girl.

“Why hello, again.” I smile as I open the door for her. “I thought maybe I frightened you off last time.”

“I'm sorry I ran off like that, Sir.” If I remember correctly, I had been the one to send this schoolgirl home, but who am I to sweat the small details, and I turn my attention back to the young woman who has yet to lift her eyes. “I'm so embarrassed...”

“Would you like to come in and talk about it?” That gets her attention and for the first time her eyes lift to meet mine and color rushes to her cheeks.

“Is that OK, Mr. Patterson? I don't want to get you in trouble...” In spite of her expressed concerns Alison enters through the front door wobbling a little on her heels and looks around the living room as if for the first time. “You have a nice house, Mr. Patterson. I thought as a bachelor it might be ... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.” It is tempting to let her stammer on, but I am after all a nice guy so I let her off the hook.

“Would you like a glass of water?” When I return with two glasses of ice water, I find her perched on the edge of a seat. I'm not sure it is deliberate or not, but in this position her long legs are nearly perfectly displayed.

“You look very pretty today, Miss Miller. Is that a new dress?” The blush on her face deepens and she takes a gulp of water instead of answering. I decide not to take a seat; I like the position of power and the way she is looking up at me. I move a little closer so my crotch is only a few feet in front of her face and broaden my stance doing my best Errol Flynn pirate stance.

“What is it that's on your mind Miss Miller?” I ask firmly, “Perhaps you did something naughty and have a guilty conscience?”