Anthony awoke to a piercing buzzing melody, a nice enough line, but one he had come to despise shortly after he had made the mistake of making it his alarm. The perpetrator, his smart phone, was plugged in on the nightstand beside him and was in the physical process of making him gleefully aware that it was a new day, another twenty-four hour period not unlike to the last one. A number work day.

He sighed and reached out with a weary, sleep-leaden arm, feeling across the surface of his nightstand until his fingers traced the cool shine surface of his sound and, using the charging transmission line to describe which way the telephone set was facing, he swept right on the screen, silencing the alarm.

He let out a soft sigh and let the warmth of his mattress and quilts once more take him, as he always did for the glorious duration of the snooze button, content and comfortable.

Five minutes later Susan Anthony awoke to the piercing, buzzing tune of his alarm.

Muttering a curse under his breath, the same as always, he sighed and opened his oculus, squinting against the brightness that pushed through his curtains to illuminate his sleeping accommodation. This metre, however, instead of setting his earphone to snooze he sat up on his human elbow, scooping up his phone and unplugging the charger, letting the cable lazily fall to the storey as he switched off the alarm clock and checked his notifications. A few sociable culture medium spurring and a excerption of news tale dotted his sieve and he swiped them away, not yet in the frame of climate to care about either.

He set the phone down and swing out his legs out of bed, stretching his arms out and yawning as he stood and stepped forward into the chilliness of his apartment, making his way, unsheathed animal foot padding on the carpeting, towards the bathroom.

He entered the tiled room and switched the luminosity on, noting the neanderthal in the mirror who looked back at him, the figure slumped and tired, his face unshaven, his dark pilus messy and unkempt, a pair of drear squinting optic peering back, the round-shouldered class wearing nothing but a couple of light Grey packer shorts.

Every cockcrow he fought that icon in the mirror, fighting to bring it under control, a subprogram fight with an inevitable outcome.

After utilising the facility he shaved, zippo fancy since he'd long ago given up the time-consuming cognitive operation of a wet razor shave and had instead forked out for an expensive electric automobile razor that, he thought, did the job just as well.

He buzzed away the premature day 's growth, leaving his nerve, jaw and neck opening smooth. He noted subconsciously that he was probably only a week away from needing a haircut to maintain his short professional style, but that was next Anthony's problem.

After finishing his shave he was already starting to bet better. He followed it up by brushing his teeth and while this made no onward motion on his look, the cool raft on his taste buds helped to rouse him from the depths of sleep.

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

He tilted his head back, letting the water pour down over his hairsbreadth, smoothing it and letting it continue in steamy trivial rivulet down the peel of his fit soundbox. Relaxing even as the sensations lured him for the vestiges of sleep.

After languishing in the pleasurable hotness for a few recollective second he lathered himself with scoop and washed out his pilus with shampoo, letting the hot flow of water wash the soapsuds from his body before, a slight regretfully, he switched the shower off, wiping the nimiety urine from his skin before stepping from the whole onto a plush shower mat, feeling the soft warmness of it under his feet as he went about toweling himself off.

Dry, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, he loosely combed his fingertips through the forgetful dark hair, parting it and settling it in his preferred fashion. He smiled to himself, breathing in to stress his figure, angle and athletic. He attended the gym occasionally, but he had to accept the primary feather cause for his form was a godly metabolism for which he was eternally grateful.

After giving himself one last flavour over he was somewhat delight to confirm that the bathroom was down one shambling Neandertal man and up one fat extremity of society.

Despite being the only one in his flat he modestly wrapped the towel around his waist, collecting his discard boxers before he made his way back to his sleeping accommodation. He turned the receiving set on on his phone after checking the time and finding out, a pleasant surprise, that it was Friday and, with the damp towel still clinging to his body began to neatly layout his suit for the day ; White boxers, black knickers, black shoe, white shirt, black belt, red striped tie.

As he carefully laid out his wearing apparel he listened contentedly to the pop Sung spilling from his sound, 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 program bulletin. The tidings these days was predictable, always the same, always malicious gossip, disasters, wars. It came to something, he thought, when the news was as subprogram as his life.

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

After he was finished he gave himself one last look over in the mirror, looking for any creese or defect, any mistakes or missed push. Satisfied, he silenced his phone and slid it along with his wallet and Florida key in their assigned pockets and made his way out of his apartment into the frigidness refreshing air of the world, beginning the day-to-day commute.

The commute was longer than he would care, but not particularly hard, the tube running at fixture separation and, thankfully, never so tightly packed that he was squished in next to other people. He also had the good destiny of passing by a coffee kiosk which made the mornings sufferable. A man should never scrap the value of a kiosk which sells truly trade good java, in which, if he could, he partook more than once a day.

Marcus Antonius didn't like to think he was addicted to the lure of coffee berry, he merely required it to function. Like air, and people weren't addicted to that, he would often reason to himself internally.

He stepped into the vestibule of his building and smiled politely to the receptionist who recognised him, returning the grin. He stepped to the elevator and during the ride up took the showtime sip of his impudently bribe chocolate, letting out a pleasant sigh.

Anthony worked in the wonderfully captivating world of finance and while the oeuvre was challenging it was never particularly new or interesting. Despite that, he did the workplace and did it well. There was no contravention that he was a valuable phallus of the manpower and, it was generally believed, could've been a team leader or junior managing director by now. However as opportunity and daub to move in high spirits came and went, Mark Anthony stayed where he was, never quite believing himself secure enough to step up in the worldly concern, once more contented.

He stepped from the elevator on his level 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 sure-enough role model, one who had been working with PC's since way back before the net who was working on a colleague's machine which had probably been reported as broken the night before, likely fixing it before its user arrived that morn, a upright guy by all accounts. So too, he noticed was Charlene, a curvy nighttime skinned woman in her lately twenties or early thirty, an attractive fair sex with a simply incredible female chest who has the misfortune of representing HR. There were four others of his team already in, the two newbies, John and Harry, both undecomposed men, Claire, a sonsie carrottop who was so far out of his conference that, despite working on the same team as him, he was indisputable she didn't know he existed and Lucy, a raven haired short girl who dressed conservatively and socialised just as outwardly.

Antony recalled he had asked her out once, but been turned down. He had been a little frustrated, 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 chocolate down, switching his PC on. He watched, with atonement as he logged in to his screen background and 8:59 rolled over to 9:00 on the dot. It was the minuscule victories that made the day go all quicker.

The day proceeded in a typically unremarkable mode, the ease of the office showed up, everyone got on with their work, citizenry talked, an acceptable level of predictable give-and-take and small talk was had. Marcus Antonius partook in it a fiddling, but mainly he focused on his work.

He was a little surprised when Anne, his line manager came by his desk. While Anne made an endeavor to mingle with the squad, periodically moving around to ensure on everyone, Antonius had noticed she did so to a set docket, likely following prompts in her work calendar. As she approached him he glanced at the clock at the corner of his window. She wasn't due to check on him for another hour and a one-half, just before the end of the day.

"Can I have got a Holy Writ with you in my office for a minute, Mark Anthony ?"she asked, voice friendly and entitle, though the watchword sent a pang of anxiety through him that catapulted his intellect into overdrive. Had he made a misapprehension ? Was he in trouble ?

"Of course of instruction, now ?"he asked, returning her smile, though it was a little forced.

"If you can, please."

He glanced back at his desktop, idea rale for some alibi as to why he would have to await ten, or even just five minutes so he could find out what he had done awry and prepare some sorting of action design to fix it, but nothing immediately presented itself and he was, by all report, an honest man.

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

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

That was good tidings at least, if he was going to be fired Charlene would know.

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

Anne was a married fair sex, in her late 40 with, from how often she spoke of them, he assumed as many children, and she liked to think of herself as having a motherly presence in the authority. She had shoulder length mousy dark-brown hair that, gossip insisted, was dyed, though he didn't much tending. Their relationship had been purely professional over the four geezerhood since he had started here. They had talked and socialised at the infrequent out of oeuvre mandate assemblage, 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 vocalise slack, though he had to baulk the urge to squirm in his seat.

"I've been your manager since the day you joined us here and I'm happy to say you've been an exemplary extremity of the team…"she continued, causing him no amount of confusion. Bad news rarely followed the word exemplary, but he stayed silent, letting her go on, her voice tentative, as if testing the water system,"staff have come and gone, my team expanded, we've received praise, incentive, all good news 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."

Antony groaned inwardly, there was likely a new locating coming up, one Anne wanted him to go for and was doing him the ‘ party favor'of giving him a preemptive heads up.

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

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

He hesitated, staying silent.

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

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

"There isn't a new emplacement coming useable, 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 adept person, Anthony. A heavy worker, overnice and kind, but you don't have any campaign, any ambition."she said, bluntly.

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

"You need something in your lifespan to reach you that driving force, something to cultivate towards, a goal."

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

"I don't uncertainty any of that. You've built yourself a good life, but you need to endure a little bit more."she said, smiling softly.

Anthony eyed her, a little taken aback. It wasn't like Anne, he thought, to conduct such an pursuit in his personal life, though he began to wonder if she always had and he just hadn't noticed it.

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

She opened her mouth to verbalize, then hesitated, picking her words carefully,"I've set you up on a escort with somebody who I think you will get on well with."His reflection must let said a chiliad lyric because she was straightaway to add,"And I would consider it a personal favour if you would go ahead with it."

He stared at her, mouth opening and culmination a few times as he processed that,"... A day of the month. With a woman."

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

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

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

"That Italian berth we went to ?"he asked, knowing it. It was closer to where he lived than it was to the function, though not by a great deal, his team had gone there the Christmas past for a meal.

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

He opened his mouth to address, to protest, but he stopped. This was a very personal affair, but one that, if he refused, could bear on his working kinship with his manager, a unstable position.

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

He sat there for a few moments, staring at his cover before Charlene approached, apparently registering a pretty shadowed expression on his aspect."Is everything okay ?"she asked, clearly seeking causerie but doing so wearing the ‘ concerned HR'mask.

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

"Everythings amercement, just a little stop up over some work."he said, sitting up a picayune straighter and adopting his smile.

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

She slinked away and Anthony unlocked his PC. So much for a tranquilize Friday evening, he thought.

The rest of the day proceeded by the books, up to and including Anne's ‘ spontaneous'check on how he was getting on, right field on schedule he noted, and the day finally wound to a close.

Usually, he might induce spent an spare hour or two at work, closing out projects so he wouldn't worry about them over the weekend, but for the first clip in a long time, he had a date he had to gear up for.

During his commute home, java in hand he tried to think about the form of cleaning lady someone like Anne would try to set him up with, but he just didn't know her well enough to begin piecing together a movie. Would she be Old, one of Anne's admirer ? Would she be kin ? A daughter or niece maybe ? Would she be quieten and reserved like Lucy, or something completely dissimilar ? He had no melodic theme and before he knew it his thoughts had carried him plate.

Finding himself with about an hour and a half to kill before he had to go out he expend some time picking out his turnout, the Same impudent chance rig, he realised once he was done, he had probably worn the finish time he had gone to Quel's with work.

After he had done that he did the only other thing he could conceive of to do, he repeated his morning routine.

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

Packing the essentials, phone, wallet and name into their assigned pockets he once again left his flat, opting to walk to try and keep his emerging anxiousness in check as he made his way towards his blind date.

As he arrived he scanned the eating place, not spotting any lone females he assumed, correctly, that he was here first. A waiter directed him to a table and he ordered a chicken feed of urine, checking his earphone he noted that he was around five minutes early, so he tried to relax, though his gaze kept flickering towards the door.

eighter'o'clock came and went, so did five past, so did ten yesteryear. He was starting to feel his anxiousness bout into embarrassment, unsure how to feel about being stood up on a blind date, unsure of what he could say to Anne on Monday.

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

He looked up and froze, sassing half open.

Before him stood a woman, about his age and wearing a prospicient sleeved deep red heights neck blouse and genu length dame, she struck an trope that was in one instant both awe inspiring and inspiring of dread.

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

first base and foremost, she was just gorgeous. She had long red haircloth 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 mythologic status. She was at the same time both lissom and curvy, thin waisted but sporting a full bust, her branch long and her skin Christ Within and unblemished.

second base but of no less impact on his chances with her, he knew, was her name.

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

"Hey Susan Anthony, I hope I'm not too deep ! prison term got away from me."she explained apologetically as she gratefully took her place, 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 surprise and uncertainty.

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

"Uh…"

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

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

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

He swallowed a little, unable to let his diffidence get the beneficial of him,"Why would you need to date me ?"

She tilted her head curiously, as if surprised he would ask that,"Well you're sweet and sort, you always aid me with work when I need it and unlike all the early so called ‘ men'in the office you aren't constantly hitting on me or just… Staring. Even Charlene is shamed 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 piffling, you know."

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

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

"Oh Marcus Antonius, you're funny."She giggled, smiling happily and he found himself laughing a little too, albeit uncertainly.

She quickly lured him out of his shell, her bubbly bright personality and clamant conversation all but forcing him to enjoy himself, not that he needed forcing, just that he was trying to cypher out at which point the rug would be pulled out from under him.

As the appointment progressed and the wine flowed, his paranoia began to ebb away as they talked more and more. Despite her beauty 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 sportsman, watching it daily and keeping up with the news program, playing more than a few herself, including 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 encompassing variety of interests outside of sport, many of which they also shared, their erotic love of motion picture, their love of euphony and, much to his surprise, a deficiency of luck with the opposite gender.

He blinked, certain he had just misheard her,"I'm sorry, it's been how long since your live fellow ?"he asked, vocalisation surprised as he sipped his coffee, their desserts finished. He knew asking the interrogation was a bit of a imitation pas, but he had to ask it anyway.

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

"I find that really tough to believe, I mean, you're the gist of aid in every way you walk into."he smiled, knowing it was the truth.

She giggled a little, her blush brightening,"Flatterer ... I'm not blind, or really that modest, I know why people look at me,"she glanced down at her own impressive bout,"and I know what they're looking at when they do. It's not that bozo aren't interest in me, it's just that I do n't find 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 lots he'd enjoyed the evening so far, dubious of her words.

She let out a short sigh and eyed him with an expression he couldn't read, her smile gentle, maybe uneasy, maybe apologetic. He couldn't read it, but he was familiar with it. He put on a soft little grin himself, as if to tell her it was okay, that he was cook. It was a pity, really, he'd quite enjoyed the evening, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised that no matter how nice a someone he was, he would be far below what she would require really.

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

He looked at her, the latter half of her words falling on deaf ears, the first half having gotten stuck in his mind.

"Wait, you're seriously matter to in me ? You ?"

She hesitated, a bit of a heater smile touching her lips,"Um… Yes ? Is that so operose to believe ?"

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

She smiled a picayune wryly, then shrugged,"Susan Anthony, that doesn't mean value anything when you really get to hump me, as I said, I'm not like early women."

Antony shrugged, his smile growing,"You're pretty utter, honestly."he said raising a blush to her brass,"I'm for certain whatever you think it is that sets you apart from other women it just makes you you and it won't change my opinion of you, which is pretty high rightfulness now."

"You're really, really sweet Anthony, 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 judgement whatever it was, if she really had to enjoin him to find better about herself, he wouldn't stop her.

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

He stared back at her, his face a mask of gross incomprehension,"... Alright."was all he said, to cover up his obvious obliviousness.

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

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

"... Down… There…"she followed up to clarify with a stage of her finger.

He watched her for a few long here and now, then his brow raised,"Oh. Ooooooh. Oooh… I think I understand."

She nodded a little,"It's why I've never had a lot luck 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 women like her were a thing, they were uncommon in the Earth, but it was the first off he was hearing about it. She was his dreaming female child, but she had a, well, a humanity, if he understood her right hand.

He would receive 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, funny, fit, stacked women… His geartrain of thought derailed before it even reached the gunpoint of her natural endowment. It didn't need to.

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

She brightened considerably, her normal bubbly self returning at his Logos, assuaging her fears that he might not possess been the soul she hoped he was,"You mean that ?"she asked, vocalisation high and excited.

He nodded in confirmation, smiling at her, though he still had a few doubts in his mind, one-half wondering just what he had gotten himself into, he was sure he had made the right option, she was his dream girl, he couldn't just let her slip through his digit for the sake of what was in her pants.

She bit her full easy lip, squirming a little in her tail end, clearly ecstatic,"I really hoped you'd say that, but for a indorsement there…"she laughed cutely and brushed a few strands of hair behind her spike,"Then to suffice your question, yes, yes I think we're compatible."

They finished their coffee tree's as they spoke, talking again about sports as if to normalise after such a big disclosure, they ordered the bill and he, despite her protest, 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 kind of on your route back from here, do you require to break up a taxi ?"

Pleased to pick up that she lived confining, though he had planned to take the air he was more than glad at the candidate of more 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 cool Nox air, with Susan Brownell Anthony standing at six understructure and Claire at five five, he found it surd to believe a girl as feminine and slight as her could be harbouring such a unlike feature.

She let out a niggling bit of a shiver, not having brought a coat with her a gentle pushover was enough to take in her faithful her sleeve over her stomach.

Having not brought a jacket with him either he had null on hired hand to offer her, but, taking a bit of a chance he opened his arm to her.

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

He looked down at her, minor and beautiful against his frame, a smirk touching his lips as he noticed something,"With a blush 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 grinning,"I just didn't think I'd get this lucky with you."she admitted, another laugh rising from him.

"I'm middling sure that 's my line."he said, mirth in his vocalisation as he gave her a soft little squeeze.

She unfolded her arms and wrapped them lightly around his waist,"I really, really enjoyed tonight Anthony."she said, her vox still piano taking Sir Thomas More of a serious tone.

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

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

The uber arrived and they climbed into the cover, their driver, an Asiatic man who greeted them pleasantly didn't affiance them in conversation, assuming, correctly, that the two lovebirds would like to speak amongst themselves.

They rode in silence for a few moments, subject matter in each other 's party before Anthony spoke,"So… What do you desire to do for our second engagement ?"he asked, sure that they both wanted a repeat.

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

"That would be nice."he smiled,"I know a couple of good spots we could go for a potable, and there 's a few nice films out at the moment, we could maybe go to the film on Dominicus ? Get a mates of beverage together afterwards ?"

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

Anthony opened his mouth in surprise and looked at her before turning his attention to the number one wood in the rear perspective mirror. The man looked at him with a sort of, ‘ what the underworld are you looking at me for, are you an imbecile ? facial expression at her,'expression that left him certain that there was no early resolution to that inquiry, coming from a womanhood of Claire's calibre other than the one he was about to give.

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

She smiled and took his deal in hers, squeezing it. Remaining quiet for the short difference of the journey, both swimming in their own idea about the other. As they arrived at her place he retrieved his earphone, giving his uber number one wood five adept and a tip.

They climbed from the car and he looked around recognising the area, living, he thought, only a fifteen hour paseo 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 meek heels clicking on the pavement as she steered him towards her lieu.

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

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

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

"Wow, you uh, got a cock-a-hoop place than I do."he said with a bit of a chuckle, surprised, looking around then back at her, raising an supercilium as he shut the door 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 sassing as she held her hands together and stretched her arms out down in front of her, the core pushing her tidy 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 pharynx, hearing her in the kitchen, the tinkling of meth. He caught lot of himself in a mirror and tilted his straits a little, reaching up to run his fingertips through his hair, doing his best to straighten out it. He looked back towards the kitchen and saw Claire standing again in the doorway, this clip two glasses and a nursing bottle of vino held in her hands, a grin on her expression as she caught him blushing.

"Do n't vex so very much !"she said, sauntering over to a couch,"You look fine, with child, 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 measures of White wine, handing him a glass which he sipped from gratefully.

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

He took the remote with reverence and eyed it then the TV, switching it on and easily navigating the bill of fare to Netflix. He knew this was some sort of a test, what flick would he put on ? Would he put on a romanticism to try and woo her ? Would he put on an action film because he loved it ? Would he put on a comedy because all char just want a man that could make them laugh ? He flicked through the selection of TV shows, movies and comedy nights and she watched with interest until he finally came to the conclusion, the only conclusion there could be.

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

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

As the film progressed they did impress onto the second feeding 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 to a greater extent intoxicating than the wine was, her slender body warm and soft against his, snuggled up against him as she was it afforded him a view down her top that, with his suppression lowered courtesy of the wine, he found himself glancing at more than once. She smelled confection and he found himself thinking about her to a greater extent 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 early as heterosexual person, but the opinion of Claire having a manhood didn't phase angle 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 gender wasn't important, she was.

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

He looked down at her, blinking as his train of thought was derailed, smiling a little,"Just… Enjoying the film."

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

He looked back towards the screen, the stopping point of the credits rolling as he stared.

"Sooo, what were you really thinking about ?"she pressed, urging her body tighter to his, a hired man tracing in rophy on his chest through his shirt.

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

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

Mark Antony blushed brightly, realising she had had the Saame amount to drink that he had and that, combined with her smaller size, probably meant she was quite buzzing.

"Y-yeah, that."he confessed.

She pursed her lips a little,"And ? ... What 's the verdict now you've actually given yourself time to think about it ?"

He bit his lip some, picking his following words carefully,"I… Really do n't mind that it's a there."

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

"Ah, sorry, I mean-"

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

"LE fun ?"he asked.

"fountainhead, then I wouldn't be capable to learn you how to love it…"she said, her articulation low and sultry, her eyes full of promises.

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

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

He didn't answer, all his life he'd let chances kick the bucket him by, girls he might've had a shot with ignored, advancement overlooked, opportunities, possibilities, all passing by.

She looked hopeful.

No more missed 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 deal moving up his arm to transfix his shoulder, the other bunching his shirt in her fist.

He slid his arms eagerly around her and pulled her tight, the affectionateness of her body exciting him in ways he hadn't felt in years, he raised a hand to run his fingertips through her hair, caressing her as they kissed, lenient and passionate but with underlie current of lust.

It was a whirlwind love affair and they both knew it, but Dame Muriel Spark were flying and they were releasing what felt the like years of pent up free energy, neither of them had had much lot with the opposition sex and in each former they had found someone they each found incredibly attractive and who, seemingly, understood.

With their blossoming connection and their wine weakened forbiddance, their thinly veiled pretension of not wanting to just jump at each other had fallen away quickly.

She rose to stand and as she did she dragged him by the shirt dog collar to stand too, all the piece kissing as his hands glided down her eubstance, tracing the wrinkle of her physical structure, her slender waist, her bend, resting his hands on her rose hip as she started to abuse towards the chamber, towing him, both her handwriting at his collar to start unbuttoning his shirt revealing the smooth skin of his breast.

championship towards her room she accidentally, too distracted with him backed herself against a rampart and he loomed to stand over her, the kiss deepening as their tongues met, nimble and bore as they sought each other out, his hands moving down and around, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing.

She moaned into the kiss and as he lifted her from the story, raising she snaked her weapon system around his neck, his shirt now unbutton as she too laced her pegleg around his waist, holding onto him as they made out, her back pressed against the wall and her swelling endowment pressing to his stomach, not that he noticed or cared.

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

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

Without a Good Book he carried her into her bedchamber, tossing her onto the bed where she bounced with a gasp, laying lounged out on the soft 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 bump, but ignoring it for now. He slid his digit under her top to caress his summit across her matte venter, starting to glide them up her cutis, raising her shirt as he moved, leaving soft osculation on her torso as he moved.

Blushing she raised her weaponry above her head, resting them on the bed as he continued to motivate her shirt up and off her consistence, kissing as he moved, even pressing a few diffused kisses into the textile cups of her substantial bra.

readiness meeting with restlessness he pressed his fingers under her back and, arching her book binding she raised herself, giving room for his questing fingers to happen 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 breast was gravity.

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

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

She giggled a footling, her breast bouncing to her gleefulness just behind the loosen masking of her bra, which she removed, tossing it aside and letting her great wax breasts spill free into his sight,"How about n-mm…"

She was interrupted as he again leaned in to buss her, her wax breasts squishing against his chest, their warmth magic against him. He reached a hand between them to cup and compress one of the sonant mounds, eliciting a groan of pleasure for the daughter 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 sass were pressing into the full phase of the moon softness of her bosom, finding one of her nipples and drawing it between his lip, his deal massaging the wonderful shape as he sucked and flicked his tongue across her sore nipple.

By now the prominence that he had been ignoring was all but pleading for attention, an unmistakable resoluteness pressing into his torso, he looked up at her and saw the common pleading in her eyes. She wanted more, so much more and he knew in her face 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 have to fight for it not to be the opposite.

"Please…"she begged, shamelessly.

Hesitating just for a present moment he hooked his thumbs under the band of her skirt and the thin fabric of her step-in and began to operate both downwards.

He admired her thoroughgoing porcelain tegument, flawless from her nozzle to her toes in both its look and how it felt under his finger's breadth, but as he discarded the hold out of her clothes he finally let his eyes rest on the tool that he had known about, but could still hardly believe.

Typically, the first matter he noticed was how a good deal bigger than him she was. Not that he was minor, in fact he proudly considered himself above average in that department, but she was simply huge, at least nine inches and as midst as a can of red papal bull, her massive and very hard dick, 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 twain of heavy balls hung below, the solid affair smooth and hairless.

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

Laying between her thighs he looked up, past the thick hammer that slightly pulsed and bobbed before his eyes, past the lowering sheik of her breasts as they rose and fell in tandem bicycle with her breather into that associate face, so well known to him but now so alien in its lecherousness for him, her green eye staring at him, needing him, something he hadn't seen in another woman for it felt like forever.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the bottom her cock where it met her balls and she let her channelise hang back against the bed, her curled red hairsbreadth splaying out as she moaned in pleasure and the sudden relief 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 aware of what he was doing, pleasuring a beautiful charwoman who wanted him, nix else on the subject mattered to him, it didn't need to.

Finding his confidence he let his tongue standoff slowly up the duration of her cock until it teased at the underside of her ruby red tip, his lips closing around it as he pressed down, taking it into the enticing wet fondness of his mouth.

She writhed against the bed as her cock leaked pre between his backtalk, she was proving to be a vocal music spouse, with each midget action from him drawing Forth a new and distinct moan of delight from her lips.

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

He didn't slow or stop, focusing more on the lushness of her articulation and the melodic pleasure within it than any of the early sensation currently washing over him.

"You're so good…"she purred, writhing against him as her hands trailed down, one resting on the cover of his head, urging him on, the other gripping and squeezing her own full moon breast, plucking at her full mammilla with quarter round and fingerbreadth, adding to her pleasure.

He rolled his lips steadily up and down over her hard shaft, suckling as his glossa rolled around her spiritualist ruby tip, not knowing what to do, but knowing what he enjoyed, simply trying his full to emulate that and using her guidance to help. As his spit flicked the underside of her tip she gripped his promontory a little tighter, spurring him on to repeat the action, her ramification shift as she moved, lost in the pleasure.

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

He paused, drawing one death time on her stocky cock before letting it pop loose of his strong wet mouthpiece, panting softly as he looked up at her, nodding a fiddling, rising to his feet and fumbling at his rap, looking down to lease in the sight that was Claire.

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

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

He was hard as steel in his own boxers, which was obvious as he slid his trousers down his legs, and even more so when his short 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 substandard distance.

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

He was stabbing to postdate her focussing and laid down on the bed beside her, her lips again finding his as they cuddled and kissed, their custody caressing and exploring one another 's tegument as they crossed swords, their cocks bumping and rubbing against each other, tiny moans escaping Claire's sassing between hot kisses.

"Are you make for more ?"she asked softly, her eyes half lidded, her hired man snaking across his hip to pressure his ass, feeling it's mildness 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 ignitor body comfortable on his, her breasts pressed warmly to his chest.

Their lingua mingled as she slowly gyrated her hips, grinding her turncock gently into his abdomen, her work force reaching down, gliding down his position to the inside of his second joint, urging them apart.

"Mmf…"he murmured a footling, breaking the buss and looking up at her,"You… wish to ? ..."

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

He swallowed, some, just an hr 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 flavour every sentience he could leave her. He just nodded.

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

After biting one full lip at the sight of him for a mo she raised her hand and fuss on her fingers, urging them down between their bodies, Marcus Antonius feeling the foreigner esthesis of a brace of wet fingers gently probing at him, lubricating him, preparing him.

"You're so beautiful Anthony…"she said in a low, have it off articulation, her words contrasting lewdly with her actions as she continued to prepare his virgin hole and rub spit into her thickheaded cock.

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

"It'll be very well, trust me. ?"She urged as she moved to rest one hand on the bed sheets beside his chest, her other hand gripping the base of her cock and lining it up to his butt.

He nodded again, blushing as he reached his coat of arms out above him on the bed, not for certain what else to do with his weapon as she looked down into his eyes, her rim parted slightly as she started to exert just the bantam bit of pressure.

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

She pushed then pulled back, letting him get used to her attempt and just enjoying the sentiency of heat and imperativeness against her raw dick head even if she wasn't yet inside him, his cheeks hugging her raw 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 or panic.

This time as the pressure mounted, the edifice aesthesis almost becoming unendurable there was a sudden give and she lurched forward a couple of column inch, the ruddy tip of her putz and the top in of her pale shaft sinking into his now spread hole.

He arched his back and cried out in infliction, gritting his dentition as she bit her lip to recoup a deep moan.

Instead she lay down, pressing her boob into his pectus as her hands moved up to caress his hair, leaving her dick inside him, allowing his rigorous ring to set to her impressive girth.

"Shh, it's okay… It 's hunky-dory, the number 1 prison term always hurts, like any virgin… The infliction 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 minutes before pulling back a little and looking at him, hopeful.

He bit his lip, but nodded, closing his heart and gripping the canvass in preparation.

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

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

He gasped, whimpered and writhed, struggling to come 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 give up, 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 wonderful, taking her cock like a star, letting her pushing forward until, to their mutual surprise, she had buried her integral python inside of him in one single, albeit easy push.

She didn't afford him as much of an acclimatisation point this time, instead pulling out, only to push back in, her cause solely orchestrated by the gyrating of her hips, her eyes locked on his expression, though he had his eyes closed, she revelled in the look of determination. She knew it wouldn't feel good for him, yet, but his sheer will power in going through this underage trial by ordeal for her pleasure was such a turn on for her that she found herself admiring and lusting after him more and more with each passing second, even as she finally sated those needs.

Their breath joined in tempo, matching one another to the slow driving jabbing of her rooster as it slid in and out of him, making slow sexual love to him, her noises again pick up.

While she had quieted herself after his shortly, but magical, period of going down on her, she again found herself unable to jib the lure of her organic structure rolling waves of pleasure, her throaty moans filling the quad 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 find her under his fingers as she entered him.

As her pace quickened he too found himself making gentle lewd noises in clip with her stopcock movements, each push seemingly to work its way so deep into him as to labour the air out of his lungs in a deep gasping groan, there was no joy yet, but the pain was certainly outweighed by the insanity of the situation, here he was, on his back, the spot knockout 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 spirit of a adult female in his sleeve and most of all, enjoying the noises she was making, especially when her moans and gasps started to evolve, each one becoming a libidinous mimic of his gens which she repeated, again and again, her mind swimming with thinking of him as she took him.

Her pace quickened still, their dear making becoming more heated and impassioned as his body 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 melodic line of their two pleasured voices.

The pleasure coursing through her body became so intense as she fucked his tight ass that her own consistence seemingly became too heavy to support as she leaned forward, embracing him as he wrapped his arms around her, thighs spread wide as she became less concentrate, more wilderness and necessitous, her thoughts for his well being fading away just a little as she was taken by the animalistic penury to for delight brought on by a companion rising sensation in her balls, one she felt often whenever she ‘ saw to herself ’, but never at this strength.

They didn't need words now, nothing they could've said would've stopped the inevitable as they both felt her cock become steely hard inside him, pulsing and throbbing in tune with her heartbeat.

She felt herself crest the eyeshade and she forced her lips tight to his, her tongue driving between his sassing to meet his own, equally as mad and slap-up as her own to pee out as fireworks exploded in her head teacher, a surging sensation running down her cock as she began to drain her laborious, smooth balls inside of him, each pulsing sending another pool of Patrick Victor Martindale White deep into him, filling him with even more foreign sensation which were, he couldn't deny, starting to feel safe.

This first time, his inaugural ever, may receive been a more difficult experience for him, but with how he felt in this very instant, he wanted to feel it again, to see how it would feel now he knew what to expect, now he was more fain. He had no doubt it would experience right and better as time went on and he was excited to find that out for himself.

She collapsed on top him, spent, her cock still hard, spitting out the last few creamy drops of her compact cum into his seeded ass, his arms gently caressing her body sending shudder down her spine. She was falling so madly in love with him, more so with each passing 2nd and she could only trust and pray he felt the same.

His vox came out cushy, worn out and heady with gratification 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 first 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 staring distance…"she reassured him, kissing his thorax as she slowly pulled out and snuggled in beside him,"We should plan our s date…"

He bit his lip a trivial then nodded,"Maybe, coffee and danishes ? I know a duad of good spots we could go ?"

She smiled at that looking up at him with a twinkle in her middle,"I mean, we could… But I've got perfectly good coffee and Danish at mine… Tomorrow morning, after a second round…"

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

"Then we can cause a third circle in the changing room…"she said in a quiet but delirious tone.

He found himself smiling, he was, he knew, going to be on the receiving end of her fillip package an amazing lot, but if the Mary Leontyne Price of heaven was doing something he was sure he would con to sleep with, there wasn't really any questioning to it.

"Sure, then we can have a round 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 break of day rolled around,"Let me get this straight."he continued, whoremonger nodding along, standing with arms folded,"You went on a unsighted date on Friday."

"Yup."Mark Antony nodded.

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

"Yup."

"And then you spent the next day together, playing tennis. Going to the cinema. That form of thing."Harry again.

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

"And then she spent the night at yours."

"That's pretty a great deal what happened yes."Antony agreed.

"And on Sunday you ? ..."

"Spent the day with her again, yes."

Harry glanced at whoremonger who shook his top dog,"Nah, you're having us on Antony ! seed on, I mean, no offence but Charlene's mentioned your cartroad phonograph recording with women."

Anthony grinned and shrugged,"I do n't need to validate myself with you two, you know."

"Then why wo n't you severalise us her name ?"John the Divine said, arms folded still as he raised his eyebrows.

Antony simply shrugged.

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

Across the elbow room, Claire sighed deeply. They had agreed, her and Anthony to keep this their picayune private, just for a little patch, at least from everyone who wasn't Anne. But Mark Anthony had come in with such a dopey grinning that the agency immediately knew something was up and had been prying him for information all morn. She pushed herself away from her desk and stood, stalking over towards the three men.

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

Claire walked up and eyed the troika, pursing her mouth 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 Mark Antony suppressed one of his own.

"Oh yeah ?"John said, perking up,"How much ?"

"Ten clam each ?"She said, voice soft and innocent.

"Done deal."they both nodded, pulling out a notation each and the three of them turned on Susan Anthony."Go on then Anthony, if you can bear witness you've got a girl, you'll win Claire here twenty bucks."

He looked at Claire,"Well…"

"Oh !"Claire said, mocking sudden surprise, 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 rim.

The sudden silence was broken by the auditory sensation of the HR representative choking on her coffee.

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

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

The two men looked completely baffled, unable to comprehend the truth as Charlene recovered from the sudden jolt of what she had overheard and approached,"You two ! We need to feature a lecture about post romances ! !"

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