She wears the same outfit every Friday. White blouse with the gold cuffs links, Black suit jacket buttoned only at the waist, long, tight, black pin striped pants and her favourite, pointy toed, red heels to match her red lipstick.
She does this incase she meets him again.
The last time she saw him was near the library.
He complimented on her outfit as it sure did make an impression.
Actually, how this all started was, one Friday morning, she got up and got dressed for her work meeting. She needed to borrow a book from the library and met a very nice older gentleman named Fred. Yes, Fred. He was fairly old and sweet. She offered to help carry the many books he had, to his cab, waiting just outside. Fred followed, telling the woman how kind she was. As she walked down the step, she stumbled and fell flat on the floor.
Ally was always so clumsy, but strangely enough pulled it off as being cute and sexy all the same!
Fred tried to race to her aid but being quite frail, he missed his opportunity and a tall, strong and very handsome man reached out to help.
His manly hands were the first thing Ally noticed. His veins going up his forearms. He was quite tanned. She looked up, blushing and quite flushed. Ally took the man’s hand, apologising for her clumsiness and quickly assessed the damage to the books, unaware of her own damage to her body. Her pant leg was slightly torn and she had a few scratches to her hand.
No doubt it was a big fall. How embarrassing she thought.
Fred told Ally he had better go, as he was in a rush and thanked her thoroughly for her help.
The handsome man looked to Ally and said, “Well, we better check and see how bad that is before you go”… “My apartment is just up there”’, he added.
Ally mumbled in her words, marvelling at his chiseled jaw and attire. He wore gym clothes and was quite sweaty. She could tell he had just been for a run.
“Uh, I’m, umm..”
Ally couldn’t get the words out. Sure she was cute and sexy but at the same time she was a strong and independent woman. No one had made her stumble upon her words like this.
“Come on up”, he asserted. “I’m a doctor, I work at the clinic down the way”.
Ally couldn’t believe it, once that beaming sunlight had gone from behind him, she realised she had seen him before.
“Oh, I do recognise you..” she said, puzzled.
The man introduced himself as Dr. Sax.
“But you can call me Dan”.
Ally went all red. Of course she knew who he was, exactly! And she was sure he’d remembered her…
See.. a couple months back, Ally had a Drs appointment. It was with Dr. Sax! I mean… who could forget a name like that!
The appointment was… well, a check up let’s just say. And of course, doctors see it all, day in and day out. But the mere thought that seeing him again out of work and in his gym clothes in the real world, was something else to say the least.
So Ally brushed herself off and agreed to go to his apartment.
One there, he sat her down onto his couch. He asked her if it’s ok to take her pant leg down to assess her knee. Ally, remembering he had already seen her sacred area, politely agreed and she took one side of it down.
Dr. Sax, (Dan), placed a blanket over her for her modesty, but Ally noticed a slight smirk in his gorgeous smile.
She said, “Don’t get any ideas, now. I’ve already had my Pap smear this year!”.
They both chuckled, awkwardly.
After Dan had fixed up her knee, he told her to make an appointment for a follow up, just to be sure all was okay.
Ally nodded in agreement.
Dan walked her out of his apartment and said, “I really like your outfit, by the way. Going to a meeting?”
Ally was a little taken back. Was he flirting with her?
“I am, actually and I’m running very late! Thank you for the first aid”.
Dan waved goodbye and watched as she got into a cab.
Ally looked back and smiled.