Susan Anthony awoke to a piercing buzzing tune, a nice enough melodic phrase, but one he had come to despise shortly after he had made the fault of making it his alarm system. The culprit, his smart headphone, was plugged in on the nightstand beside him and was in the process of making him gleefully aware that it was a new day, another XXIV 60 minutes period not dissimilar to the last one. A procedure work day.

He sighed and reached out with a weary, sleep-leaden arm, feeling across the Earth's surface of his nightstand until his digit traced the cool placid surface of his telephone set and, using the charging cable length to describe which way the headphone was facing, he swept right on the CRT screen, silencing the alarm.

He let out a voiced sigh and let the warmth of his mattress and comforter once more take him, as he always did for the splendid length of the snooze button, message and comfortable.

Five transactions later Anthony awoke to the piercing, buzzing line of his alarm.

Muttering a bane under his breath, the same as always, he sighed and opened his centre, squinting against the brightness level that pushed through his drape to enlighten his chamber. This time, however, instead of setting his telephone set to snooze he sat up on his elbows, scooping up his headphone and unplugging the charger, letting the cable's length lazily fall down to the trading floor as he switched off the alarm and checked his notification. A few social media prods and a selection of news stories dotted his screen and he swiped them away, not yet in the frame of climate to manage about either.

He set the phone down and swung his legs out of bed, stretching his arms out and yawning as he stood and stepped forward into the frigidness of his apartment, making his way, bare invertebrate foot padding on the carpet, towards the bathroom.

He entered the tiled way and switched the illumination on, noting the neanderthal in the mirror who looked back at him, the build slumped and tired, his facial expression unshaven, his dingy hair messy and unkempt, a distich of coloured squinting eyes peering back, the crooked form wearing nothing but a pair of Light grey boxer shorts.

Every morning he fought that range in the mirror, fighting to bring it under control, a routine battle with an inevitable outcome.

After utilising the facilities he shaved, nothing fancy since he'd foresighted ago given up the time-consuming process of a wet razor shaving and had instead forked out for an expensive electrical razor that, he thought, did the job just as well.

He buzzed away the former day 's growth, leaving his boldness, jaw and cervix smooth. He noted subconsciously that he was probably only a workweek away from needing a haircut to keep up his short professional style, but that was hereafter Susan B. Anthony's problem.

After finishing his shave he was already starting to look better. He followed it up by brushing his tooth and while this made no advancement on his look, the cool off plenty on his taste buds helped to rouse him from the profundity of sleep.

He gargled water and spat, washing his toothbrush and putting it aside, moving to his exhibitor whole which he switched on, leaving it for a few moment to let the temperature settle before he stepped under the hot water.

He tilted his head back, letting the water system pour down over his tomentum, smoothing it and letting it continue in steamy footling streamlet down the peel of his fit body. Relaxing even as the whiz lured him for the vestiges of sleep.

After languishing in the pleasurable heat for a few farseeing moments he lathered himself with soap and washed out his fuzz with shampoo, letting the hot stream of water wash the suds from his physical structure before, a piffling regretfully, he switched the shower off, wiping the nimiety water system from his skin before stepping from the unit onto a plush rain shower mat, feeling the soft heat of it under his feet as he went about toweling himself off.

Dry, he caught view of himself in the mirror, he loosely combed his fingertips through the short dark hair, parting it and settling it in his preferable fashion. He smiled to himself, breathing in to stress his pattern, lean and athletic. He attended the gym occasionally, but he had to admit the primary cause for his figure was a godly metabolism for which he was eternally grateful.

After giving himself one hold up look over he was somewhat pleased to confirm that the privy was down one shambling neanderthal and up one productive fellow member of society.

Despite being the simply one in his flat he modestly wrapped the towel around his waist, collecting his toss away boxershorts before he made his way back to his sleeping accommodation. He turned the radio on on his telephone after checking the time and finding out, a pleasant surprise, that it was Friday and, with the damp towel still clinging to his physical structure began to neatly layout his case for the day ; flannel shorts, Joseph Black bloomers, inkiness skid, whiteness shirt, black belt, red striped tie.

As he carefully laid out his clothes he listened contentedly to the pop strain spilling from his phone, humming softly as he did so, he recognised the song and appreciated the catchy tune though he didn't sing along.

He finally set aside the towel as he started to dress, folding it over a radiator before pulling on his briefs and listening to the everyday news show bulletin. The news these mean solar day was predictable, always the Same, always dirt, disasters, state of war. It came to something, he thought, when the tidings was as routine as his life.

With his collar popped he settled the red tie around his neck opening and hesitated, looking down at himself and holding both last of the tie around his neck out from him, inspecting it. After a moment, he put it back, retrieving instead a solidness red tie.

After he was finished he gave himself one last face over in the mirror, looking for any bend or blemishes, any fault or leave out release. Satisfied, he silenced his earphone and slid it along with his pocketbook and keys in their assign pockets and made his way out of his apartment into the cold brisk air of the human race, beginning the day-after-day commute.

The commute was foresighted than he would like, but not particularly arduous, the subways running at regular intervals and, thankfully, never so tightly packed that he was squished in next to early people. He also had the good portion of overtaking by a coffee stall which made the sunup supportable. A man should never scrap the value of a stall which sells truly good coffee bean, in which, if he could, he partook more than once a day.

Anthony didn't like to think he was addicted to the decoy of coffee bean, he merely required it to operate. Like air, and people weren't addicted to that, he would often understanding to himself internally.

He stepped into the foyer of his building and smiled politely to the receptionist who recognised him, returning the grinning. He stepped to the elevator and during the ride up took the first sip of his freshly bought deep brown, letting out a pleasant sigh.

Anthony worked in the wonderfully beguile world of finance and while the work was challenging it was never particularly new or matter to. Despite that, he did the piece of work and did it well. There was no dispute that he was a worthful fellow member of the workforce and, it was generally believed, could've been a team leader or junior manager by now. However as chance and situation to move higher came and went, Anthony stayed where he was, never quite believing himself good enough to step up in the world, once more contented.

He stepped from the elevator on his floor and navigated the workspace towards his desk. He wasn't the first in but was always one of them. The IT guy was already in, an older poser, one who had been working with PC's since way back before the internet who was working on a colleague's machine which had probably been reported as broken the nighttime before, likely fixing it before its substance abuser arrived that morning, a good guy by all accounts. So too, he noticed was Charlene, a curvy iniquity skinned woman in her lately twenties or early thirties, an attractive woman with a simply unbelievable bust who has the ill luck of representing HR. There were four others of his squad already in, the two newcomer, John and Harry, both ripe men, Claire, a well-endowed redhead who was so far out of his conference that, despite working on the Saami team as him, he was certainly she didn't know he existed and Lucy, a raven haired short female child who dressed conservatively and socialised just as outwardly.

Anthony recalled he had asked her out once, but been turned down. He had been a little disappointed, Lucy was quite cute he thought, but apparently she had been above what he could realistically bat.

He sat down at his desk and set his umber down, switching his PC on. He watched, with satisfaction as he logged in to his desktop and 8:59 rolled over to 9:00 on the dot. It was the small victories that made the day go all quicker.

The day proceeded in a typically unremarkable fashion, the rest of the office showed up, everyone got on with their work, people talked, an acceptable spirit level of predictable banter and chin wag was had. Susan Anthony partook in it a little, but mainly he focused on his work.

He was a little storm when Anne, his wrinkle manager came by his desk. While Anne made an exploit to mingle with the team, periodically moving around to match on everyone, Susan Anthony had noticed she did so to a set schedule, likely following prompt in her work calendar. As she approached him he glanced at the clock at the nook of his window. She wasn't due to check on him for another hour and a half, just before the end of the day.

"Can I have a Scripture with you in my office for a instant, Anthony ?"she asked, phonation friendly and gentle, though the password sent a stab of anxiety through him that catapulted his intellect into overdrive. Had he made a mistake ? Was he in trouble ?

"Of grade, now ?"he asked, returning her smile, though it was a fiddling forced.

"If you can, please."

He glanced back at his screen background, mind rale for some excuse as to why he would cause to hold off ten, or even just five minutes so he could come up out what he had done wrong and prepare some variety of action architectural plan to fix it, but null immediately presented itself and he was, by all invoice, an honest man.

"Uh, sure."he nodded, locking his screen background and moving to stand.

He glanced across the spot, Anne's natural process not having passed unnoticed he caught Charlene's eye. He raised his eyebrows at her, questioningly and merely got a shrug in response.

That was thoroughly news at least, if he was going to be fired Charlene would know.

He stepped into Anne's office, entering behind her. It was belittled, but the privacy it offered made it comparatively deluxe. He politely shut the doorway behind him and, as she moved behind her desk, he himself made to sit, knowing if he didn't she would tell him to anyway.

Anne was a marital charwoman, in her tardy forties with, from how often she spoke of them, he assumed as many children, and she liked to think of herself as having a motherly front in the post. She had shoulder joint length mousy brown hair that, gossip insisted, was dyed, though he didn't a good deal care. Their relationship had been purely professional over the four years since he had started here. They had talked and socialised at the infrequent out of work mandatory gather, but it had never progressed beyond that.

"Anthony, I want to talk to you about a bit of a sensitive subject…"she said as she sat, steepling her fingers.

Bad sign.

"Oh ?"he said, trying to voice relax, though he had to protest the urge to squirm in his seat.

"I've been your coach since the day you joined us here and I'm happy to say you've been an exemplary member of the team…"she continued, causing him no measure of confusedness. Bad news rarely followed the parole exemplary, but he stayed silent, letting her go on, her vocalism tentative, as if testing the body of water,"Staff have come and gone, my teams expanded, we've received praise, bonuses, all ripe news program and a lot of it can be, in one way or another accredited to you."

"... Thank you ?"he said, uncertain as to where she was going with this.

Anne nodded,"I think it's time you branched out."

Anthony groaned inwardly, there was likely a new position coming up, one Anne wanted him to go for and was doing him the ‘ favour'of giving him a preemptive heads up.

"Anne, thank you I appreciate- ..."

She held up a helping hand, an almost wry smirk touching her lips,"I appreciate the crack but I'm not interested in moving up just yet ?"she said.

He hesitated, staying silent.

"Now you're thinking, 'if you knew I'd say that why promise me in here .'”

He remained unsounded. He couldn't fault her and she knew it.

"There isn't a new attitude coming available, that's not what I'm talking about."she let out a hanker low sigh and leaned back in her chair, lowering her hand.

"You're a good person, Anthony. A large proletarian, Nice and kind, but you don't have any campaign, any ambition."she said, bluntly.

He frowned a piffling, though again, he couldn't and wouldn't disagree with that, it was just never nice to be confronted with a personal fault.

"You need something in your liveliness to give you that drive, something to work towards, a goal."

"I've got a squeamish flat, I'm building a nice pension, I'm happy."He said, carefully.

"I don't doubt any of that. You've built yourself a dependable sprightliness, but you need to be a lilliputian bit more."she said, smiling softly.

Anthony eyed her, a footling taken aback. It wasn't like Anne, he thought, to take such an interestingness in his personal animation, though he began to marvel if she always had and he just hadn't noticed it.

"I'll… Try harder ?"he said dismissively, simply trying to gruntle her.

She opened her mouth to speak, then hesitated, picking her word of honor carefully,"I've set you up on a date with mortal who I think you will get on well with."His expression must have got said a M words because she was quick to add,"And I would consider it a personal party favor if you would go ahead with it."

He stared at her, mouthpiece opening move and closedown a few times as he processed that,"... A particular date. With a woman."

She raised her supercilium,"Are… You not into…"

He blushed and sat up in his chair,"Oh I am ! I am, I just-"

"It's settled then. Ashcan School pm, tonight at Quel Posto Italiano."She beamed, leaning back in her chairman as if the matter was resolved.

"That Italian property we went to ?"he asked, knowing it. It was closer to where he lived than it was to the office, though not by much, his squad had gone there the Xmas past for a meal.

She nodded and smiled."You can secernate me all about it on Monday."

He opened his back talk to speak, to protest, but he stopped. This was a very personal subject, but one that, if he refused, could bear on his working relationship with his coach, a unstable position.

"... I will, um… Thank you."he said, a little dryly as he stood and made his way from her government agency back to his desk.

He sat there for a few mo, staring at his screen before Charlene approached, apparently registering a pretty shadowed face on his face."Is everything okeh ?"she asked, clearly seeking gossipmonger but doing so wearing the ‘ concerned HR'mask.

For a second as he took a deep suspiration he considered mentioning how he was essentially being blackmailed into a date, but he thought about it again. Anne, for all her faults, was well intentioned, trying to do him a favour and while it would cost him his evening in the companionship of whoever she thought was suited for him, he wasn't going to be doing much with his time anyway.

"Everythings fine, just a little catch up over some work."he said, sitting up a little straighter and adopting his smile.

Charlene pursed her lip and eyed him with hunch,"Mm, alright glad everything 's okay."

She slinked away and Susan B. Anthony unlocked his PC. So much for a quiet Friday eve, he thought.

The sleep of the day proceeded by the Book, up to and including Anne's ‘ spontaneous'hitch on how he was getting on, right on agenda he noted, and the day finally wound to a close.

Usually, he might birth spent an supernumerary hour or two at workplace, closing out project so he wouldn't worry about them over the weekend, but for the first time in a longsighted clip, he had a date he had to prepare for.

During his commute dwelling, coffee berry in hand he tried to think about the sort of woman someone like Anne would try to set him up with, but he just didn't know her well enough to start out piecing together a picture. Would she be older, one of Anne's friends ? Would she be family ? A daughter or niece maybe ? Would she be quiet and reserved like Lucy, or something completely dissimilar ? He had no thought and before he knew it his thoughts had carried him family.

Finding himself with about an hour and a half to bolt down before he had to go out he pass some fourth dimension picking out his outfit, the same fresh casual outfit, he realised once he was done, he had probably worn the last time he had gone to Quel's with work.

After he had done that he did the only former thing he could think of to do, he repeated his dawn routine.

He shaved, washed, showered, dried and dressed, making himself as presentable as he could handle. He didn't hold high Leslie Townes Hope for the date, in fact, it was practically a write-down, but he didn't see any reasonableness not to at least show up up looking his best.

Packing the necessary, speech sound, wallet and keys into their assigned air hole he once again left his apartment, opting to walk to try and keep his emerging anxieties in check as he made his way towards his blind date.

As he arrived he scanned the restaurant, not spotting any lone females he assumed, correctly, that he was here first. A server directed him to a table and he ordered a ice of water, checking his telephone set he noted that he was around five minutes early, so he tried to slack, though his gaze kept flickering towards the door.

8'o'clock came and went, so did five past, so did ten yesteryear. He was starting to sense his anxiety round into embarrassment, uncertain how to palpate about being stood up on a blind escort, unsure of what he could say to Anne on Monday.

"Your table,"the waiter said, extending a hand towards his own.

He looked up and froze, mouth half open.

Before him stood a char, about his age and wearing a retentive sleeved deep red eminent neck blouse and articulatio genus duration skirt, she struck an image that was in one instant both awe inspiring and inspiring of dread.

He immediately knew she was way of his league for a turn of reasons.

First and foremost, she was just gorgeous. She had long red hair that she had, he assumed, used curlers on to give it a wavy burden, her green eyes were simply captivating and her body was so perfect as to be of mythical status. She was at the Saami time both slender and curvy, thin waisted but sporting a full bust, her legs long and her skin light and unblemished.

s but of no LE impact on his chances with her, he knew, was her name.

"Claire ?"he said, though he was not so lovelorn of his wits in his surprise that he neglected to stomach, stepping around the table to pluck her chair out for her.

"Hey Antony, I hope I'm not too belatedly ! Time got away from me."she explained apologetically as she gratefully took her berth, her eyes tracking him all the way as he made his way back to his own seat.

"Uh, no you're not too late."he said lamely as he practically stared at her, awkward in his surprisal and uncertainty.

"Oh good ! I was worried you'd already be gone."She giggled a short, smiling warmly as she tucked a lock of hair behind one ear,"oeuvre today was a incubus wasn't it ?"

"Uh…"

"Oh you're proper, we shouldn't talk about work."She blushed and smiled,"You know when I asked Anne if you were bingle I never expected her to say yes, let alone facilitate me set this up !"

He blinked,"You, you set this up ?"

"Oooh, she told you it was a blind appointment, didn't she ? Well, only for you."

He swallowed a slight, unable to let his diffidence get the effective of him,"Why would you desire to date me ?"

She tilted her principal curiously, as if surprised he would ask that,"wellspring you're Sweet and sort, you always help me with piece of work when I need it and unlike all the other so called ‘ men'in the office you aren't constantly hitting on me or just… Staring. Even Charlene is guilty of that, though I have no idea why ... Honestly, I thought you were spoken for !"

"I er, no I just, you know. Thought you were a little, you know."

"A little what ?"she asked, a smirk on her full lips.

"You know, out of my league ?"he asked and to her surprise, she laughed, reaching out with a hand and resting it on his, her touch warm and soft.

"Oh Susan B. Anthony, you're funny."She giggled, smiling happily and he found himself laughing a piddling too, albeit uncertainly.

She quickly lured him out of his shield, her bubbly brilliant personality and crying conversation all but forcing him to relish himself, not that he needed forcing, just that he was trying to figure out at which point the rug would be pulled out from under him.

As the day of the month progressed and the wine flowed, his paranoia began to ebb away as they talked more and more. Despite her dish and her skill at her job, he had expected, from her reputation as a bit of an airhead, that there wasn't much more to her than he already knew, but he couldn't have been more wrong.

He quickly discovered that she loved sports, watching it daily and keeping up with the news, playing Thomas More than a few herself, including lawn tennis, which he too enjoyed on occasion after having played for his team in college. Though that was a main factor in her life she had a wide variety of interests outside of sport, many of which they also shared, their sexual love of films, their love of music and, much to his surprise, a lack of circumstances with the antonym gender.

He blinked, sure he had just misheard her,"I'm sorry, it's been how long since your hold out boyfriend ?"he asked, voice surprised as he sipped his deep brown, their sweet finished. He knew asking the head was a bit of a simulated pas, but he had to ask it anyway.

She blushed,"Oh, you heard right, five years."she said, sounding a small abash, her smile slight.

"I find that really hard to believe, I mean, you're the meat of attention in every room you walk into."he smiled, knowing it was the truth.

She giggled a little, her blush brightening,"adulator ... I'm not blind, or really that modest, I know why the great unwashed look at me,"she glanced down at her own impressive tear,"and I know what they're looking at when they do. It's not that guy wire aren't interested in me, it's just that I do n't receive many that I think I'm really, you know, compatible with."

He nodded along,"And you think we're compatible ? ..."he asked, still, despite how a good deal he'd enjoyed the evening so far, in question of her words.

She let out a little sigh and eyed him with an formula he couldn't read, her smiling gentle, maybe uneasy, maybe excusatory. He couldn't read it, but he was familiar with it. He put on a soft little smile himself, as if to tell her it was okay, that he was gear up. It was a ignominy, really, he'd quite enjoyed the evening, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised that no thing how nice a person he was, he would be far below what she would want really.

"I dunno, I think we are…"she said, taking a abstruse breath,"I just, I'm…"she hesitated, looking at him,"I'm just… Not like other women."

He looked at her, the latter half of her watchword falling on deaf ear, the maiden one-half having gotten stuck in his mind.

"Wait, you're seriously interested in me ? You ?"

She hesitated, a bit of a warmer smile touching her lip,"Um… Yes ? Is that so difficult to believe ?"

"well, yes, actually I mean, you're… Well, you know how gorgeous you are."he said, stunned.

She smiled a niggling wryly, then shrugged,"Marcus Antonius, that doesn't mean anything when you really get to have sex me, as I said, I'm not like early women."

Anthony shrugged, his grin growing,"You're pretty perfect, honestly."he said raising a rosiness to her cheeks,"I'm sure whatever you think it is that exercise set you apart from other cleaning woman it just makes you you and it won't change my notion of you, which is pretty high right now."

"You're really, really sweet Marcus Antonius, but maybe at least hear what it is before you commit to that idea."she said, warm, but cautioning.

He looked at her, trying to be reassuring, while he knew he wouldn't judgment whatever it was, if she really had to differentiate him to feel better about herself, he wouldn't stop her.

She nodded as if to herself to instil sureness as she picked up her coffee and took a deep sip,"Anthony… I'm packing a little extra heat…"she said, phonation soft.

He stared back at her, his aspect a mask of everlasting incomprehension,"... Alright."was all he said, to pass over up his obvious obliviousness.

She giggled a little and shook her headway,"Ahh, I hoped I wouldn't have to explain…"she said, a small bad,"I'm a woman… But I have extra… Male parts."

"Oh."Was all he said, still confused.

"... Down… There…"she followed up to clear up with a point of her finger.

He watched her for a few long moments, then his eyebrows raised,"Oh. Ooooooh. Oooh… I think I understand."

She nodded a little,"It's why I've never had much chance with men."she said if only to fill the silence, though she knew it was obvious.

He looked at her as his mind turned over on itself, he didn't know woman like her were a thing, they were rare in the world, but it was the beginning he was hearing about it. She was his dream lady friend, but she had a, well, a manhood, if he understood her right wing.

He would have to have a word with Anne on Mon, ask her just what she thought his type was, because it seemed, if Claire was anything to go off of, Anne believed his type was a beautiful, charming, intelligent, rum, fit, voluptuous women… His railroad train of thought derailed before it even reached the power point of her talent. It didn't need to.

"I'm smell pretty compatible if you are."he smiled.

She brightened considerably, her pattern bubbly self returning at his words, assuaging her fears that he might not have been the mortal she hoped he was,"You mean that ?"she asked, voice senior high school and excited.

He nodded in confirmation, smiling at her, though he still had a few doubts in his mind, half wondering just what he had gotten himself into, he was certain he had made the mightily alternative, she was his dream fille, he couldn't just let her slip through his finger's breadth for the sake of what was in her pants.

She bit her full soft lip, squirming a little in her seat, clearly ecstatic,"I really hoped you'd say that, but for a second there…"she laughed cutely and brushed a few strands of hair's-breadth behind her ears,"Then to answer your question, yes, yes I think we're compatible."

They finished their coffee's as they spoke, talking again about sports as if to normalise after such a big revelation, they ordered the pecker and he, despite her dissent, paid for it himself, insisting with a smile.

"Do you live far from here ?"She asked and he explained where he lived to her,"I live not too far from there ! I'm variety of on your route back from here, do you require to split up a taxi ?"

Pleased to hear that she lived confining, though he had planned to take the air he was more than glad at the prospect of more clock time with her so agreed, pulling out his smartphone and, after she had given him her address, ordering an Uber.

They stood together outside the restaurant in the aplomb Night air, with Mark Anthony standing at six infantry and Claire at five five, he found it heavily to believe a female child as feminine and slight as her could be harbouring such a dissimilar feature.

She let out a picayune bit of a shiver, not having brought a coat with her a soft breeze was enough to feature her fold her subdivision over her stomach.

Having not brought a crown with him either he had nothing on hand to offer her, but, taking a bit of a chance he opened his arm to her.

Claire looked at him, not translate for a brief moment before it clicked and she blushed a footling, stepping closer into his arm, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers.

He looked down at her, low and beautiful against his frame, a smirk touching his lips as he noticed something,"With a flush like that you'll warm up in no time."

He blushed brighter and nudged him in the rib, drawing a laugh from him that made her grin,"I just didn't think I'd get this prosperous with you."she admitted, another laugh rising from him.

"I'm pretty sure that 's my line."he said, mirth in his voice as he gave her a piano little squeeze.

She unfolded her limb and wrapped them lightly around his waistline,"I really, really enjoyed tonight Anthony."she said, her voice still soft taking more of a serious tone.

"Me too, Claire. I had no idea what Anne had planned for me but, I think I owe her a box of drinking chocolate or something for persuading me into this."he grinned.

She smiled brightly and pressed her header lightly to his chest, holding him as he held her.

The uber arrived and they climbed into the back, their driver, an Asiatic man who greeted them pleasantly didn't charter them in conversation, assuming, correctly, that the two budgerigar would wish to talk amongst themselves.

They rode in muteness for a few moments, subject in each other 's company before Anthony spoke,"So… What do you want to do for our minute day of the month ?"he asked, certain that they both wanted a repeat.

"Maybe some drinks… Maybe a film ?"she replied, looking up at him with a lustrous but sly smile.

"That would be nice."he smiled,"I know a couple of just pip we could go for a drink, and there 's a few nice films out at the moment, we could maybe go to the cinema on Sunday ? Get a twosome of crapulence together afterwards ?"

She paused, pursing her backtalk as if thinking it over before making a decision,"I mean, we could do that. But I've got a perfectly good Netflix story and wine console at mine… Tonight, if you want."

Antony opened his lip in surprisal and looked at her before turning his attention to the device driver in the rear scene mirror. The man looked at him with a sort of, ‘ what the hell are you looking at me for, are you an imbecile ? Look at her,'expression that left him sure that there was no other answer to that interrogative sentence, coming from a woman of Claire's caliber other than the one he was about to give.

"I uh, yeah, obviously yeah."he said, though he found himself a little anxious, beginning to wonder just where this evening would lead.

She smiled and took his hired man in hers, squeezing it. Remaining quiet for the short end of the journey, both swimming in their own thoughts about the other. As they arrived at her place he retrieved his telephone set, giving his uber device driver five stars and a tip.

They climbed from the car and he looked around recognising the region, living, he thought, only a fifteen minute walkway from here or so.

As he looked around she had sidled up beside him, looping her arm in his and smiling up, stepping forward, her pocket-sized heels clicking on the pavement as she steered him towards her place.

"So you er, been living here long ?"he asked, making conversation as they entered her apartment building, it was a nice construction, he noticed, not unlike his own, unsurprising given how they were on similar salary.

"Mm almost a year now I think, but I've got my lease extended for at least another two, I'm just looking to square off down, you know ?"She asked with a smile as she looked up at him, fishing out her Francis Scott Key and opening the door to her apartment.

She kept it clean and tidy as he did, but the apartment was better decorated, the walls were painted vivid colours contrasting to the mostly white of his, but with the apartments spaciousness the shiny colours weren't overwhelming.

"Wow, you uh, got a bigger place than I do."he said with a bit of a chuckle, surprised, looking around then back at her, raising an eyebrow as he shut the room access behind him,"How'd you get a place like this on our salary ?"

She had stepped ahead of him towards the kitchen but paused at the entrance, leaning on the doorframe, a smirk on her lips as she held her bridge player together and stretched her arm out down in movement of her, the effect pushing her goodly breasts up and together, accentuating their size,"Ooh I do n't know… I think the owner took a liking to me, you know ?"she giggled as she stepped into the kitchen, leaving him blushing by the door.

He stepped further in and cleared his throat, hearing her in the kitchen, the tinkling of glasses. He caught sight of himself in a mirror and tilted his head a slight, reaching up to run his fingertips through his fuzz, doing his best to tidy up it. He looked back towards the kitchen and saw Claire standing again in the doorway, this fourth dimension two glass and a bottle of wine held in her hands, a smile on her case as she caught him blushing.

"Do n't interest so much !"she said, sauntering over to a couch,"You look ok, smashing, actually."she winked,"Joining me ?"she sat herself down and reclined comfortably, looking across to Antonius expectantly.

He smiled and nodded, moving to sit beside her as she poured out two measuring rod of white wine, handing him a chalk which he sipped from gratefully.

"How about you pick what we watch ?"she asked, handing him a remote, her tone soft and airy.

He took the distant with reverence and eyed it then the TV, switching it on and easily navigating the card to Netflix. He knew this was some sort of a test, what movie would he put on ? Would he put on a Romance to try and woo her ? Would he put on an action at law film because he loved it ? Would he put on a comedy because all women just want a man that could make them laugh ? He flicked through the selection of TV show, pic and comedy nights and she watched with interest until he finally came to the finale, the only conclusion there could be.

"Ooh good choice."she purred, settling back into the arse,"But there 's no way we're going to make it all the way through this film on just one feeding bottle of wine…"

He looked at her and met her eye, unable to help himself, smiling,"gimcrack. You're only saying that because no one ever has."

As the movie progressed they did move onto the second bottle of wine. After she had gotten up to retrieve it, as she sat down she sat closer, nestling into the crook of his arm as he draped it over her shoulders.

She was far more inebriate than the wine was, her slender body strong and diffuse against his, snuggled up against him as she was it afforded him a view down her top that, with his prohibition lowered good manners of the wine, he found himself glancing at Sir Thomas More than once. She smelled sweet and he found himself thinking about her more than the film.

He had said he would accept her no matter what and even knowing what he did now his opinion hadn't been swayed in the least. He'd never thought of himself as anything other as straight person, but the thought process of Claire having a manhood didn't phase him, which confused him a little. He'd never thought about it before, or fantasized about it, but it just didn't matter to him.

It was then he realised just how taken he was with Claire. She was way above anything he had ever expected to get for himself and on top of that, they had a lot in common, a chemistry even. His sexuality wasn't crucial, she was.

"Whatcha thinking about ?"she asked curiously, a sing-song tone to her voice.

He looked down at her, blinking as his geartrain of thinking was derailed, smiling a piddling,"Just… Enjoying the film."

"Uhhuh… You've been staring at the course credit with dreamy eyes for like three minutes."she smirked, playful.

He looked back towards the cover, the close of the credits rolling as he stared.

"Sooo, what were you really thinking about ?"she pressed, urging her consistency tighter to his, a paw tracing in rotary on his chest through his shirt.

"Just, about your…"he said, honestly, leaving the last word unsaid, knowing it didn't need to be spoken aloud.

"My cock ? ~"she grinned broadly, giggling a little.

Anthony blushed brightly, realising she had had the Same measure to drink that he had and that, combined with her diminished size of it, probably meant she was quite buzzing.

"Y-yeah, that."he confessed.

She pursed her lips a niggling,"And ? ... What 's the finding of fact now you've actually given yourself sentence to believe about it ?"

He bit his lip some, picking his next give-and-take carefully,"I… Really do n't beware that it's a there."

She smirked some,"Mm… You're sure know how to compliment a ma'am hm ?"

"Ah, sorry, I mean-"

"I know what you mean, and it's amazing, you're perfective tense. If you were in love with it that would be less fun."she nodded.

"lupus erythematosus fun ?"he asked.

"well, then I wouldn't be able to teach you how to bang it…"she said, her voice low and sultry, her eye full of promises.

He bit his lip and their oculus met, his sum pounding in his chest as she stared up at him, biting her lip, a hungry expression on her beautiful, kind features.

"I want you, Anthony…"she whispered softly.

He didn't solvent, all his life he'd let fortune egest him by, young woman he might've had a shot with ignored, promotions overlooked, opportunities, possibilities, all exit by.

She looked hopeful.

No more lack chances. He didn't reply, he didn't need to, he kissed her.

She arched her back, pressing herself desperately to him as they met in their first kiss, her hand moving up his arm to grapple his shoulder, the former bunching his shirt in her fist.

He slid his weapon eagerly around her and pulled her tight, the warmth of her trunk exciting him in ways he hadn't felt in twelvemonth, he raised a hand to run his fingertips through her hair, caressing her as they kissed, piano and passionate but with fundamental flow of lust.

It was a whirlwind Romance language and they both knew it, but sparks were flying and they were releasing what felt the like years of pent up energy, neither of them had had much chance with the opposite sex and in each early they had found individual they each found incredibly attractive and who, seemingly, understood.

With their blossoming connector and their wine weakened prohibition, their thinly veiled pretence of not wanting to just leap at each other had fallen away quickly.

She rose to place upright and as she did she dragged him by the shirt neckband to stand too, all the while kissing as his hands glided down her body, tracing the personal credit line of her torso, her slender waist, her curves, resting his hands on her pelvis as she started to step towards the bedroom, towing him, both her paw at his dog collar to start unbuttoning his shirt revealing the smooth skin of his chest.

financial support towards her room she accidentally, too distracted with him backed herself against a wall and he loomed to support over her, the kiss deepening as their tongues met, nimble and eager as they sought each other out, his hand moving down and around, cupping her ass cheek and squeezing.

She moaned into the buss and as he lifted her from the floor, raising she snaked her weapon around his neck, his shirt now unbutton as she too laced her wooden leg around his waist, holding onto him as they made out, her back pressed against the paries and her swelling talent pressing to his stomach, not that he noticed or cared.

She ran her fingers through his hair, lavishing in the sensations of such a gorgeous man paying her the aid she had so desperately craved for so long.

He pulled her away from the wall and she clung to him, the two of them breaking the kiss so they could stare at each other, undefendable mouthed, panting softly as they stared with half lidded middle into each early 's souls.

Without a word he carried her into her bedroom, tossing her onto the bed where she bounced with a pant, laying lounged out on the sonant sheets watching him as he removed his shirt, leaving him bare chested. He was so gorgeous, so perfect as he stood over her.

He moved onto the bed, noting a definite bulge, but ignoring it for now. He slid his digit under her top to caress his tips across her flat tum, starting to glide them up her peel, raising her shirt as he moved, leaving soft kiss on her eubstance as he moved.

Blushing she raised her arms above her chief, resting them on the bed as he continued to strike her shirt up and off her body, kissing as he moved, even pressing a few soft kisses into the material cups of her substantial bra.

eagerness meeting with impatience he pressed his fingers under her back and, arching her back she raised herself, giving room for his questing fingers to find and, a little clumsily, unhook her bra.

He leaned up, straddling her waist as she looped her arms through the straps of her bra, looking up at him with a lustful gaze, the only thing holding her bra to her breasts was gravity.

"H-hey… When you saw me in the office this morning… Did you think you'd end up seeing me on my back without my bra on ?"she asked, smirking ever so softly.

"Given my circumstances, I'm still not convinced I will."he smirked too.

She giggled a lilliputian, her breast bouncing to her mirth just behind the loose cover of her bra, which she removed, tossing it aside and letting her heavy full breasts spill give up into his muckle,"How about n-mm…"

She was interrupted as he again leaned in to kiss her, her replete bosom squishing against his chest, their heat deception against him. He reached a hand between them to cup and squeeze one of the soft mounds, eliciting a groan of pleasure for the missy as she squirmed against him wanting more.

He delivered, kissing down over her jaw to her slender neck, continuing his conquest back down her consistence until his sassing were pressing into the full-of-the-moon blurriness of her chest, finding one of her nipples and drawing it between his brim, his bridge player massaging the wonderful physique as he sucked and flicked his natural language across her sensitive nipple.

By now the bulge that he had been ignoring was all but pleading for tending, an unmistakable resolution pressing into his consistence, he looked up at her and saw the mutual pleading in her center. She wanted more, so much more and he knew in her expression that this wouldn't be the sort of relationship where her lusts would go unchecked as he sated his, if anything he suspected he might give birth to fight for it not to be the opposite.

"Please…"she begged, shamelessly.

Hesitating just for a consequence he hooked his thumbs under the band of her skirt and the sparse fabric of her scanty and began to work both downwards.

He admired her perfect porcelain tegument, flawless from her nozzle to her toes in both its flavor and how it felt under his fingers, but as he discarded the last of her clothes he finally let his middle rest on the shaft that he had known about, but could still hardly believe.

Typically, the first thing he noticed was how much bigger than him she was. Not that he was belittled, in fact he proudly considered himself above average in that department, but she was simply huge, at least nine inches and as thick as a can of red pig, her massive and very hard peter, pointed straight up, red tip glistening where drops of pre had been rubbed into it by her step-in as she had shifted and squirmed, a duad of heavy balls hung below, the unscathed social occasion smooth and hairless.

"You've liked kissing up until now, right ?"she urged, keeping still.

Laying between her second joint he looked up, past the thick putz that slightly pulsed and bobbed before his eyes, past the weighty swell of her breasts as they rose and fell in tandem with her hint into that familiar face, so well known to him but now so foreign in its lust for him, her honey oil eyes staring at him, needing him, something he hadn't seen in another woman for it felt like forever.

He leaned forward and pressed his lip to the underside her stopcock where it met her balls and she let her head go down back against the bed, her curled red hair splaying out as she moaned in pleasure and the sudden relievo of ‘ will he, wo n't he'tension that she hadn't even realised had been building up inside of her was washed away in an instant.

He closed his eyes, fully cognizant of what he was doing, pleasuring a beautiful cleaning lady who wanted him, nothing else on the subject mattered to him, it didn't need to.

Finding his confidence he let his glossa draw play slowly up the length of her cock until it teased at the bottom of her ruby red tip, his lips closing around it as he pressed down, taking it into the enticing wet warmth of his mouth.

She writhed against the bed as her shaft leaked pre between his backtalk, she was proving to be a vocal spouse, with each tiny action from him drawing forth a new and distinct moan of pleasure from her lips.

"A-ah ! Ooh divinity, Anthony, you're, ah ! Really treating me here…"she moaned, center shut as she lived in the moment.

He didn't slow or occlusion, focusing more on the lushness of her voice and the melodic pleasure within it than any of the other sensations currently washing over him.

"You're so good…"she purred, writhing against him as her workforce trailed down, one resting on the back of his head, urging him on, the other gripping and squeezing her own full phase of the moon breast, plucking at her wide-cut nipple with quarter round and finger, adding to her pleasure.

He rolled his sass steadily up and down over her hard rotating shaft, suckling as his tongue rolled around her sensible deep red tip, not knowing what to do, but knowing what he enjoyed, simply trying his best to emulate that and using her counsel to help. As his lingua flicked the bottom of her tip she gripped his read/write head a little tighter, spurring him on to recapitulate the natural action, her legs shift as she moved, lost in the pleasure.

"F-fuck Anthony… I don't want it to stop, a-ah ! Mm…"she whimpered cutely, sounding torn,"Ah, claim your trouser off, stand up…"

He paused, drawing one shoemaker's last time on her thick cock before letting it pop destitute of his warm wet rima oris, panting softly as he looked up at her, nodding a little, rising to his feet and fumbling at his whang, looking down to remove in the sight that was Claire.

She lounged on the bed, a hand wrapped around her midst cock, pumping it slowly as she watched, a predatory glint in her eyes as he stripped for her.

"... That 's sort of sexy."She teased with a grin and he couldn't help but smirk back, feeling more than a little playful himself.

He was hard as steel in his own boxers, which was obvious as he slid his pant down his legs, and even more so when his shorts followed and it sprang out. It wasn't nearly as big as hers was, not that she seemed to mind as he stood there, trying not to feel self-conscious about his inferior length.

"That 's definitely sexy…"she purred, patting the bed beside her, urging him back to her side.

He was penetrating to follow her way and laid down on the bed beside her, her lips again finding his as they cuddled and kissed, their hands caressing and exploring one another 's skin as they crossed blade, their cocks bumping and rubbing against each other, tiny moans escaping Claire's back talk between hot kisses.

"Are you prepare for more ?"she asked softly, her eyes half lidded, her hired man snaking across his hip to squeeze his ass, feeling it's blurriness under her questing fingertips.

He nodded some,"What do-Mmm.."

She kissed him again and rolled him onto his back, moving to lay on top of him, her lighter soundbox comfortable on his, her knocker pressed warmly to his chest.

Their tongues mingled as she slowly gyrated her pelvic arch, grinding her turncock gently into his stomach, her hands reaching down, gliding down his English to the inside of his thighs, urging them apart.

"Mmf…"he murmured a little, breaking the osculation and looking up at her,"You… lack to ? ..."

"Can I, please ?"she said, voice soft, every aspect of her being radiating desire, a need for him.

He swallowed, some, just an hour ago he would've hesitated, even just to think about it, but he trusted her explicitly and he wanted to make this red haired goddess feel every sensation he could allow for her. He just nodded.

She beamed happily and kissed him softly before leaning up, kneeling between his parted second joint, her cock resting atop of his, eclipsing it as she worked her hips back and forth slowly.

After biting one full lip at the lot of him for a moment she raised her hand and spat on her finger, urging them down between their trunk, Anthony feeling the alien sense experience of a couple of wet fingers gently probing at him, lubricating him, preparing him.

"You're so beautiful Anthony…"she said in a low, jazz spokesperson, her password contrasting lewdly with her actions as she continued to prepare his Virgin fix and rub spit into her thick cock.

"Is, is that going to be enough lubricant ? ..."he asked, not wanting to back up out, but concerned for her sizing and his inexperience.

"It'll be fine, intrust me. ?"She urged as she moved to catch one's breath one hand on the bed shroud beside his chest, her early mitt gripping the base of her peter and lining it up to his butt.

He nodded again, blushing as he reached his blazon out above him on the bed, not sure what else to do with his arms as she looked down into his middle, her lips parted slightly as she started to exert just the midget bit of pressure.

He breathed hard and tried to relax, but found it difficult as the pressing built and built.

She pushed then pulled back, letting him get used to her effort and just enjoying the sensation of heat and pressure against her raw dick headspring even if she wasn't yet inside him, his impudence hugging her sensitive member felt amazing.

Again she pushed forward, the pressure once again building against him as he gasped and whimpered adorably, but again did his best not to tense up or panic.

This fourth dimension as the pressure mounted, the construction sensations almost becoming intolerable there was a sudden give and she lurched forward a couple of column inch, the ruby tip of her rooster and the top inch of her pale shaft of light sinking into his now spread hole.

He arched his back and cried out in pain in the neck, gritting his teeth as she bit her lip to withhold a trench moan.

Instead she lay down, pressing her tit into his pectus as her hand moved up to fondle his hair, leaving her cock inside him, allowing his tight anchor ring to adjust to her impressive girth.

"Shh, it's okay… It 's o.k., the get-go clip always hurts, like any virgin… The hurting will go away soon I promise, I promise…"she whispered softly into his ear, reassuring and calming him from the sudden influx.

She held him and spoke to him like that for a couple long bit before pulling back a petty and looking at him, hopeful.

He bit his lip, but nodded, closing his middle and gripping the mainsheet in preparation.

She smiled and moved back up onto her knee joint, looking down and seeing for the first prison term where they were joined, the very tip of her thick cock vanished inside his tightness, it looked so good, so charm, more than ever she knew he was the one, that he would spend a lot of sentence in his stream place, not as a toy, or just a friend with benefits, but as her life sentence partner.

Slowly she began to build the pressure back up, moving easier this clock time, her cock dominating him column inch after inch as at a lowercase pace she fed herself into him, filling him, claiming him.

He gasped, whimpered and writhed, struggling to total to terms with just how tight the fit was and just how practically cock she was urging into him, but he never told her to stop, never thought he couldn't or wouldn't do it, he could and he would, for her.

Claire chewed her lip watching him, gorgeous and marvellous, taking her cock like a star, letting her push forward until, to their reciprocal surprise, she had buried her total python inside of him in one one, albeit slow push.

She didn't afford him as much of an acclimation time period this fourth dimension, instead pulling out, only to force back in, her bm solely orchestrated by the gyrating of her rose hip, her eye locked on his formula, though he had his optic closed, she revelled in the aspect of conclusion. She knew it wouldn't finger honest for him, yet, but his sheer willpower in going through this nipper ordeal for her joy was such a turn of events on for her that she found herself admiring and lusting after him more and more with each passing instant, even as she finally sated those needs.

Their breaths joined in tempo, matching one another to the tardily drive poke of her putz as it slid in and out of him, making boring love to him, her noises again picking up.

While she had quieted herself after his unawares, but magical, period of going down on her, she again found herself unable to withstand the lure of her bodies rolling waves of joy, her throaty groan filling the space between them as they joined.

His hands moved to her waist, holding her gently and neither urging her to go faster or to slow, just needing to feel her under his digit as she entered him.

As her pace quickened he too found himself making soft lewd noises in sentence with her prick movements, each energy seemingly to work its way so mysterious into him as to labor the air out of his lungs in a mystifying gasping moan, there was no pleasance yet, but the pain was certainly outweighed by the insanity of the situation, here he was, on his spine, the agency stunner between his thighs making slow passionate love to him in a way he'd never even considered possible. And he was enjoying it, enjoying the intimacy, enjoying the feeling of a fair sex in his weaponry and most of all, enjoying the noises she was making, especially when her moans and pant started to evolve, each one becoming a obscene mimic of his name which she repeated, again and again, her mind swimming with thoughts of him as she took him.

Her step quickened still, their erotic love making becoming more heat and impassioned as his eubstance started to rock with the mounting forcefulness of each thrust, her breasts bouncing as the typical noise of bodies slapping against each other rose to mix with the already melodic tune of their two pleasured voices.

The joy coursing through her body became so intense as she fucked his tight ass that her own consistency seemingly became too grave to support as she leaned forward, embracing him as he wrapped his implements of war around her, thighs disperse wide as she became less center, More furious and needy, her thoughts for his well being fading away just a little as she was taken by the animalistic motive to for pleasure brought on by a fellow rising wiz in her ballock, one she felt often whenever she ‘ saw to herself ’, but never at this strength.

They didn't need Holy Scripture now, goose egg they could've said would've stopped the inevitable as they both felt her pecker become steely heavy inside him, pulsing and throbbing in tune with her heartbeat.

She felt herself crest the top and she forced her lips tight to his, her tongue driving between his lips to forgather his own, equally as worked up and keen as her own to make believe out as fireworks exploded in her head, a surging adept running down her stopcock as she began to drain her heavy, smooth nut inside of him, each pulse sending another pool of egg white deep into him, filling him with even Thomas More foreign star which were, he couldn't deny, starting to finger thoroughly.

This first metre, his initiative ever, may own been a more hard experience for him, but with how he felt in this very instant, he wanted to finger it again, to see how it would feel now he knew what to expect, now he was more prepared. He had no question it would find better and ameliorate as fourth dimension went on and he was excited to find that out for himself.

She collapsed on top him, spent, her pecker still hard, spitting out the terminal few creamy drop-off of her thick cum into his seed ass, his arms gently caressing her body sending thrill down her spur. She was falling so madly in dearest with him, more so with each passing second and she could only desire and beg he felt the same.

His voice came out sonant, worn out and reckless with satisfaction even though it had been her who had cum,"W-wow…"

"That… That was amazing… Anthony…"she panted, hugging herself to him, possessively.

"W-we… Didn't go too far on the initiative date, did we ?"he asked and she smiled, he, like her, was looking to their future together, already trying to safeguard it.

"We went the perfect distance…"she reassured him, kissing his chest of drawers as she slowly pulled out and snuggled in beside him,"We should plan our arcsecond date…"

He bit his lip a little then nodded,"Maybe, java and danish pastry ? I know a couple of serious speckle we could go ?"

She smiled at that looking up at him with a spark in her eyes,"I mean, we could… But I've got perfectly in force java and Danish at mine… Tomorrow aurora, after a second round…"

"Then maybe we can go for a few cycle of tennis ?"he suggested, smiling to himself.

"Then we can deliver a third beat in the changing room…"she said in a repose but excited tone.

He found himself smiling, he was, he knew, going to be on the receiving end of her fillip package an awful lot, but if the price of heaven was doing something he was surely he would see to jazz, there wasn't really any questioning to it.

"Sure, then we can accept a cycle three…"he said softly and felt her nestle up against him, warm and ever so perfect.

-- -- -

"So."Harry said, leaning on his desk as the Monday sunup rolled around,"Let me get this straight."he continued, John the Divine nodding along, standing with weapons system folded,"You went on a blind particular date on Friday."

"Yup."Anthony nodded.

"And you spent the night at hers."John the Evangelist continued, disbelief filling his voice.

"Yup."

"And then you spent the following day together, playing tennis. Going to the celluloid. That sorting of thing."Harry again.

"Mmhm."Susan B. Anthony nodded some, smirking.

"And then she spent the nighttime at yours."

"That's pretty lots what happened yes."Anthony agreed.

"And on Sunday you ? ..."

"Spent the day with her again, yes."

Harry glanced at whoremaster who shook his head,"Nah, you're having us on Susan Brownell Anthony ! semen on, I mean, no offence but Charlene's mentioned your course record with women."

Marcus Antonius grinned and shrugged,"I do n't postulate to formalise myself with you two, you know."

"Then why wo n't you severalize us her name ?"toilet said, implements of war folded still as he raised his eyebrows.

Anthony simply shrugged.

"Because she doesn't exist."Harry said, convincing himself.

Across the room, Claire sighed deeply. They had agreed, her and Anthony to hold back this their minuscule underground, just for a little while, at least from everyone who wasn't Anne. But Anthony had come in with such a dopey smile that the office immediately knew something was up and had been prying him for data all sunrise. She pushed herself away from her desk and stood, stalking over towards the three men.

"Claire !"Harry called out as she approached,"Get this, Anthony's as happy as a cloud but he wo n't say why. He's making up a chronicle that he got a little girl but, come on, what do you think's going on with him, really ?"

Claire walked up and eyed the trio, pursing her lips and looking Anthony over, as if judging him,"Hmm… I bet he's telling the truth."

"Pff you think ?"Harry said, dismissive.

"I'd put money on it."Claire said, smirking and Anthony suppressed one of his own.

"Oh yeah ?"John said, perking up,"How a good deal ?"

"Ten one dollar bill each ?"She said, vocalism soft and innocent.

"Done deal."they both nodded, pulling out a short letter each and the three of them turned on Anthony."Go on then Susan Brownell Anthony, if you can prove you've got a female child, you'll win Claire here twenty bucks."

He looked at Claire,"Well…"

"Oh !"Claire said, mocking sudden surprisal, as if just remembering something,"I'm such an airhead some days… It's me, I'm the girl."She grinned and leaned in, kissing Anthony on the back talk.

The sudden secrecy was broken by the speech sound of the HR illustration choking on her coffee.

"... crap you're just saying that for the money."Harry said, taken aback, uncertain as his eyes flickered between the two.

She took out her phone and held it up, the lock screen photo a mental picture of the two of them together, smiling and hugging."Read it and weep boys."she said, casually plucking the line from their outstretched fingers.

The two men looked completely baffled, unable to encompass the Truth as Charlene recovered from the sudden impact of what she had overheard and approached,"You two ! We need to hold a public lecture about power romanticism ! !"

As Anthony and Claire looked at each other, smiling softly, Marcus Antonius could swear he heard Anne in her spot, laughing softly .