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Part 2

"Do you think she'll come?" Maddie asked with an interested voice, she was sprayed all over the wide king sized bed in her mother's room.

"I sure hope so, or I'll have a really lousy time." Ally replied as she inspected herself in the large full body mirror. She was wearing a simple black cocktail dress, since she had not expected to meet someone on her vacation. Despite its simplicity it rested on her body with an elegant ease, the dark marine blue color matching her perfectly.

"You still look great for an old woman, mom." Maddie smiled, a smug look directed at her mother.

"Don't make me any more conscious about how much older than her then I already am, please." Ally winced, even though the attraction had been mutual, she really felt like an old hag going after lamb chops.

Maddie giggled at Ally clearly enjoying her mother's angst. "I don't mind getting a step mom who's only seven years older than me."

"Please!" Ally begged, then covered her ears with her hands, "stop it!"

* * * * *

"Uh... Mom?"

"Rory?" the older voice in the other end of the phone replied.

"Hi, um... I have a request for you."

"Sure, anything," Lorelai replied, Rory could hear her mother's curiosity pick up.

"I've written a letter..." Rory began then took a deep breath before she added, "It's for Dean."

"Okay, what about it?" Rory could clearly hear the guarded tone in her mother's voice.

"Well I don't want to send it to him to his address so I was wondering if you could give it to him instead?"

"I guess I could, but can't it wait till you get back?"

"No, I want to apologize," Rory answered, her voice filled with regret.

"Apologize?"

"Yeah, I've kinda realized I used him just to feel safe."

Rory practically pictured her mother's frown as the other end went silent, "You used him?" Lorelai finally asked.

"Yes, after first year at Yale and not being with you and feeling generally weird I needed to have something that I could feel was safe, and Dean has always given me that feeling." Rory explained, her voice containing a shameful tone.

"I see. Okay, send it over and I promise I'll turn it over as soon as possible."

"Thank you mom, I really appreciate it."

"But I still think you should do it personally," Lorelai lightly scolded her daughter.

"I know, but I want to explain right now and I can't call him since I don't know if Lindsey will answer and I really don't want to speak with her."

Lorelai sighed audibly, "I understand, but you will talk to him again once you come back?"

"I promise."

"Good, so now I want to know what you two have been up to," Lorelai asked excitedly, her voice almost childish.

Rory blushed, thankful for the distance between them. She was about to reply when her mother added, "So you've met someone there right?"

"Uh, no!" Rory yelled back, immediately regretting making her mother deaf, but when she gave it a second thought she didn't.

"Ouch, you had to confirm it that loudly?" her mother asked with a slightly irritated voice, her left ear still ringing.

"Sorry, or I'm not. Why did you ask me something like that?"

"Well it was mostly a joke, but your reply means you have met someone," Rory's mother explained with a teasing voice. "So is it a native?"

"Uh, no... sh... HE's not native," Rory gave in, she guessed she could tell her mother part of the truth.

"Oh then where is he from? Is he handsome? Is it why you want to send Dean a letter?"

"He's from home, yes and partly yes."

"How does he look like?" Lorelai's voice was giddy with interest.

"Um... tall, light brown hair and eyes, and his daughter is so cute."

"Daughter? How old is he? don't tell me you've done a Paris."

"Oh he's not that old, his daughter is only fifteen or so, and it's a funny story how they met actually."

"So around forty then?"

Rory ignored her mother's question and continued to tell about how Ally and Maddie had met, of course she didn't mention Ally's name. "So she left a sample for medical research and then eleven years later he opens the door to see his daughter standing in front of her house."

"Why are you avoiding answering my question?" Lorelai asked once Rory finished her story.

"He's not that old, I think he's even younger than you are."

"Well that's at least something, I dunno how I'd feel if the man my daughter was seeing was older than me," Lorelai remarked with a calmed voice.

"Anyway I'm on my way to our first date, so talk to you later!" Rory said wishing to end the conversation before she slipped again, hopefully her mother missed her mistakes.

"Okay, see you next week!" Lorelai replied and then they both terminated the line. As Lorelai put down the phone she realized something bothered her, thinking about it she moved towards the kitchen and s she entered it hit her that her daughter had said `she left a sample', why had Rory said she?

* * * * *

"Um, maybe you would want to not do that?" Maddie asked with an irritated voice, her mother's high heels didn't give off much sound but the sound they did give away were becoming like a tick, irritating and useless to defend against.

"Oh, sorry, I'm just nervous waiting to go down and meet her," Ally replied as she stopped in her tracks to face her daughter.

Maddie gave her a worn out look, this was so usual for her mother that she was quite tired of it. "Why don't you go down to the desk and ask them to send any person looking for you to the bar and go there and have a drink? I can't concentrate on my book, when you walk back and forth like that. Especially not in those shoes."

Ally nodded and then gave her daughter an appreciative smile, "I'm sorry hon, but you know how I get..."

The girl nodded and then pointed at the door and gave her mother a pointed sign with her head to move through it.

"All right, I'm leaving," Ally conceded and started towards the door.

As she were about to close the door she heard her daughter shout, "Have a good time!"

She simply stuck her head back in and smiled.

* * * * *

"Don't expect me to tip you," Rory said glaring with irritated eyes on the young taxis driver as the cab finally stopped at the right destination.

The taxi driver looked apologetic and replied, "I'm sorry miss but I honestly did misheard your address."

"Oh sure, here's you money," Rory said after she had meticulously made sure it was exactly what he had asked for.

"Thank you miss!" the driver said as he took them and put them in the purse.

Rory got out of the car and hurried towards the reception.

When she got there and tried to get the portiere's attention he promptly ignored her leaving her waiting for at least five minutes.

"Ah, excuse me, could you call a Ms McBeal and tell her I'm here?" Rory asked the portiere when she finally got his attention, he was even worse than Michel, actually compared to this person Michel was the epitome of kindness and consideration towards customers.

The man gave her a long look and then pointed towards the bar, "Ms McBeal is there," he said with a bored disinterested voice.

Rory looked in the direction of where he pointed and nodded, "Ah, thanks," she said before she started towards the bar.

* * * * *

As soon as she entered Ally noticed her, her table hadn't allowed her to actually keep watch over the desk and she had managed to calm down enough to enjoy the drink she had ordered.

"Over here," she called out loud enough to catch the other woman's attention.

Rory noticed her and waved slightly before she moved over to where Ally sat, "Hi, sorry I'm late. The taxis driver seemed to not want to take me where I wanted to go," she apologized with a smile.

"I can understand that," Ally replied with a pair of appreciating eyes.

Rory blushed, "Uh, so where are you taking me?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

"Oh nothing special, just a place I think you'll like," Ally replied with a nonchalant voice, it really hid her nervousness well. She then stood up and asked, "Shall we go?"

As the other woman stood up to reveal her own outfit Rory found herself able to return the favor, "I see that I'm not the only one that taxi driver would have figuratively misheard the directions of. He'd have done the same to you."

Ally gave the younger woman a blending smile and then let a casual hand slip around Rory's hip, "Flatterer," she teasingly accused her date.

To be continued...