Susan Anthony awoke to a piercing buzzing air, a courteous enough tonal pattern, but one he had come to despise shortly after he had made the fault of making it his alarm. The perpetrator, his smart phone, 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 24 hour period not dissimilar to the last one. A routine work day.

He sighed and reached out with a wear down, sleep-leaden arm, feeling across the surface of his nightstand until his digit traced the cool smooth control surface of his phone and, using the charging line to place which way the phone was facing, he swept right on the screen, silencing the alarm.

He let out a soft sigh and let the fondness of his mattress and quilts once more take him, as he always did for the glorious length of the snooze clitoris, mental object and comfortable.

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

Muttering a scourge under his breath, the Sami as always, he sighed and opened his eyes, squinting against the sparkle that pushed through his curtains to sort out his bedroom. This time, however, instead of setting his phone to snooze he sat up on his cubitus, scooping up his headphone and unplugging the charger, letting the cable lazily fall to the trading floor as he switched off the alarum and checked his notifications. A few social medium goading and a natural selection of news stories dotted his silver screen and he swiped them away, not yet in the anatomy of humour to care about either.

He set the telephone down and swung his legs out of bed, stretching his weaponry out and yawning as he stood and stepped forward into the coolness of his flat, making his way, simple feet padding on the carpet, towards the bathroom.

He entered the tiled room and switched the light on, noting the neanderthal in the mirror who looked back at him, the figure slumped and tired, his fount unshaven, his dark hair messy and unkempt, a pair of dark squinting middle peering back, the hunched conformation wearing nil but a pair of light grey Boxer shorts.

Every daybreak he fought that image in the mirror, fighting to bring it under control, a number battle with an inevitable outcome.

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

He buzzed away the previous day 's growth, leaving his cheeks, jaw and neck smooth. He noted subconsciously that he was probably only a week away from needing a haircut to hold his shortly professional style, but that was time to come Anthony's problem.

After finishing his shave he was already starting to look better. He followed it up by brushing his teeth and while this made no advancement on his face, the cool sight on his preference buds helped to commove him from the depth of sleep.

He gargled body of water and spat, washing his toothbrush and putting it aside, moving to his shower 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 top dog back, letting the piddle pour down over his hair, smoothing it and letting it retain in steamy lilliputian rivulet down the skin of his fit body. Relaxing even as the sensations lured him for the shadow of sleep.

After languishing in the enjoyable heat for a few long moments he lathered himself with max and washed out his hair with shampoo, letting the hot stream of water wash the soapsuds from his body before, a piffling regretfully, he switched the exhibitioner off, wiping the excess water from his skin before stepping from the unit of measurement onto a plush shower mat, feeling the soft fondness of it under his fundament as he went about toweling himself off.

Dry, he caught raft of himself in the mirror, he loosely combed his fingertips through the short darkness fuzz, parting it and settling it in his best-loved manner. He smiled to himself, breathing in to accentuate his form, lean and acrobatic. He attended the gym occasionally, but he had to admit the primary suit for his figure was a divine metabolism for which he was eternally grateful.

After giving himself one survive smell over he was somewhat pleased to confirm that the bathroom was down one shambling Homo sapiens neanderthalensis and up one generative extremity of society.

Despite being the only one in his apartment he modestly wrapped the towel around his waist, collecting his discarded pugilist before he made his way back to his bedroom. He turned the radio on on his phone after checking the time and finding out, a pleasant surprise, that it was Friday and, with the moistness towel still clinging to his body began to neatly layout his suit for the day ; Andrew Dickson White boxers, black pants, black shoes, clean shirt, disgraceful belt, red striped tie.

As he carefully laid out his apparel he listened contentedly to the pop call 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 do, folding it over a radiator before pulling on his legal brief and listening to the daily news bulletin. The news these 24-hour interval was predictable, always the same, always scandals, disasters, wars. It came to something, he thought, when the news was as routine as his life.

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

After he was finished he gave himself one hold out look over in the mirror, looking for any wrinkle or blemishes, any error or pretermit clit. Satisfied, he silenced his phone and slid it along with his pocketbook and key in their put pockets and made his way out of his apartment into the cold brisk air of the globe, beginning the day-after-day commute.

The commute was longer than he would like, but not particularly backbreaking, the underpass running at habitue intervals and, thankfully, never so tightly packed that he was squished in next to other people. He also had the good circumstances of passage by a coffee kiosk which made the morning endurable. A man should never dispute the note value of a kiosk which sells truly unspoiled coffee, in which, if he could, he partook more than once a day.

Anthony didn't like to believe he was addicted to the come-on of chocolate, he merely required it to function. 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 smile. He stepped to the lift and during the ride up took the offset sip of his freshly bribe coffee, letting out a pleasant sigh.

Anthony worked in the wonderfully fascinating world of finance and while the oeuvre was challenging it was never particularly new or interesting. Despite that, he did the study and did it well. There was no dispute that he was a valuable member of the men and, it was generally believed, could've been a team leader or Jr managing director by now. However as opportunities and stain to move higher came and went, Susan Anthony stayed where he was, never quite believing himself good enough to ill-use up in the world, once more contented.

He stepped from the elevator on his storey and navigated the workspace towards his desk. He wasn't the first-class honours degree in but was always one of them. The IT guy was already in, an previous model, one who had been working with PC's since way back before the internet who was working on a fellow's automobile which had probably been reported as broken the nighttime before, likely fixing it before its user arrived that break of the day, a good guy by all accounts. So too, he noticed was Charlene, a curvy dark skinned cleaning lady in her late 1920s or early on thirties, an attractive woman with a simply unbelievable bust who has the misfortune of representing HR. There were four others of his squad already in, the two neophyte, toilet and Harry, both good men, Claire, a curvaceous redhead who was so far out of his league that, despite working on the Saame squad as him, he was sure she didn't know he existed and Lucy, a raven haired little missy 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 disappoint, 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 desktop and 8:59 rolled over to 9:00 on the dot. It was the lowly victory that made the day go all quicker.

The day proceeded in a typically workaday way, the rest of the office showed up, everyone got on with their piece of work, people talked, an acceptable level of predictable banter and scuttlebutt was had. Anthony partook in it a little, but mainly he focused on his work.

He was a trivial surprised when Anne, his cable handler came by his desk. While Anne made an effort to mingle with the squad, periodically moving around to check over on everyone, Antony had noticed she did so to a set docket, likely following prompts in her body of work calendar. As she approached him he glanced at the clock at the turning point of his window. She wasn't due to tally on him for another minute and a half, just before the end of the day.

"Can I have got a discussion with you in my office for a minute, Anthony ?"she asked, vocalism friendly and mollify, though the words sent a pang of anxiousness through him that catapulted his mind into overdrive. Had he made a mistake ? Was he in problem ?

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

"If you can, please."

He glanced back at his desktop, mind rattling for some self-justification as to why he would have to hold back ten, or even just five instant so he could find out what he had done wrong and prepare some sort of military action plan to fix it, but nada immediately presented itself and he was, by all accounts, an true man.

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

He glanced across the office, Anne's action 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 good news show at least, if he was going to be fired Charlene would know.

He stepped into Anne's place, entering behind her. It was small, but the privacy it offered made it comparatively deluxe. He politely shut the room access 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 married adult female, in her late 40 with, from how often she spoke of them, he assumed as many children, and she liked to reckon of herself as having a motherly front in the part. She had berm length mousy Brown pilus that, newsmonger insisted, was dyed, though he didn't much 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 mandatary gatherings, but it had never progressed beyond that.

"Susan Brownell 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 protest 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 phallus of the team…"she continued, causing him no amount of mix-up. Bad news program rarely followed the word exemplary, but he stayed silent, letting her go on, her voice tentative, as if testing the Waters,"stave have come and gone, my squad expanded, we've received praise, bonuses, all unspoiled 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."

Anthony groaned inwardly, there was likely a new status 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 hand, an almost wry smirk touching her lips,"I appreciate the offer but I'm not concern in moving up just yet ?"she said.

He hesitated, staying silent.

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

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

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

"You're a estimable soul, Mark Anthony. A great worker, nice and kind, but you don't have any drive, any ambition."she said, bluntly.

He frowned a little, though again, he couldn't and wouldn't take issue with that, it was just never Nice to be confronted with a personal fault.

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

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

"I don't doubt any of that. You've built yourself a unspoiled life, but you need to live a piddling bit more."she said, smiling softly.

Anthony eyed her, a footling taken aback. It wasn't like Anne, he thought, to acquire such an interest 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 placate her.

She opened her mouth to utter, then hesitated, picking her Bible carefully,"I've set you up on a appointment with someone who I think you will get on well with."His face must deliver said a G words because she was quick to add,"And I would consider it a personal favour if you would go ahead with it."

He stared at her, mouth opening and shutdown a few prison term as he processed that,"... A date. With a woman."

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

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

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

"That Italian place we went to ?"he asked, knowing it. It was closer to where he lived than it was to the office staff, though not by often, his team had gone there the Christmastide yesteryear for a meal.

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

He opened his mouth to speak, to protest, but he stopped. This was a very personal matter, but one that, if he refused, could impact his working relationship with his handler, a parlous position.

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

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

For a minute 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 society of whoever she thought was suited for him, he wasn't going to be doing much with his time anyway.

"Everythings amercement, just a piddling snatch up over some work."he said, sitting up a trivial straighter and adopting his smile.

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

She slinked away and Anthony unlocked his PC. So a lot for a quiet Fri evening, he thought.

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

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

During his commute home, coffee berry in paw 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 piecing together a word picture. Would she be sure-enough, one of Anne's Friend ? Would she be family ? A girl or niece maybe ? Would she be quiet and reserved like Lucy, or something completely different ? He had no idea and before he knew it his thoughts had carried him home.

Finding himself with about an minute and a one-half to kill before he had to go out he spend some clock time picking out his outfit, the Saami impudent 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 other thing he could think of to do, he repeated his morning routine.

He shaved, washed, showered, dried and dressed, making himself as presentable as he could do. He didn't hold mellow hopes for the engagement, in fact, it was practically a write-off, but he didn't see any reasonableness not to at to the lowest degree evidence up looking his best.

Packing the essentials, phone, wallet and keys into their assigned pockets he once again left his apartment, opting to take the air 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 waiter directed him to a table and he ordered a glass of urine, checking his telephone set he noted that he was around five minutes early, so he tried to make relaxed, though his regard kept flitter towards the threshold.

Eight'o'clock came and went, so did five yesteryear, so did ten past tense. He was starting to feel his anxiety turn into superfluity, unsure how to finger about being stood up on a blind date, unsure of what he could say to Anne on Monday.

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

He looked up and froze, mouth half open.

Before him stood a woman, about his age and wearing a long sleeved deep red high neck blouse and knee length skirt, she struck an paradigm that was in one instant both awe inspiring and inspiring of dread.

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

low and foremost, she was just gorgeous. She had long red tomentum that she had, he assumed, used curlers on to give it a crinkly effect, her cat valium center were simply captivating and her body was so perfect as to be of mythical condition. She was at the Lapp fourth dimension both slender and curvy, slenderize waisted but sporting a entire bust, her pegleg long and her skin light and unblemished.

s but of no less impact on his luck 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 perpetrate her chairperson out for her.

"Hey Susan Brownell Anthony, I hope I'm not too late ! Time got away from me."she explained apologetically as she gratefully took her place, her eye 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 dependable ! I was worried you'd already be gone."She giggled a slight, smiling warmly as she tucked a whorl of tomentum behind one ear,"piece of work today was a incubus wasn't it ?"

"Uh…"

"Oh you're good, 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 help me set this up !"

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

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

He swallowed a little, ineffectual to let his self-doubt get the better of him,"Why would you want to date me ?"

She tilted her head curiously, as if surprised he would ask that,"Well you're sweet and kind, you always serve me with work when I need it and unlike all the other so called ‘ men'in the position you aren't constantly hitting on me or just… Staring. Even Charlene is shamefaced of that, though I have no thought why ... Honestly, I thought you were spoken for !"

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

"A small 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 hired hand and resting it on his, her touch warm and soft.

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

She quickly lured him out of his case, her bubbly shiny personality and insistent conversation all but forcing him to enjoy 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 date progressed and the wine flowed, his paranoia began to ebb away as they talked to a greater extent 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 sports, watching it day-by-day and keeping up with the news, playing more than a few herself, including tennis, which he too enjoyed on juncture after having played for his team in college. Though that was a main factor in her lifetime she had a all-embracing diversity of stake outside of mutation, many of which they also shared, their erotic love of celluloid, their beloved of music and, much to his surprisal, a lack of circumstances with the diametric gender.

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

She blushed,"Oh, you heard right, five years."she said, sounding a slight humiliated, her grin slight.

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

She giggled a piddling, her rosiness brightening,"Flatterer ... I'm not blind, or really that minor, 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 guy cable aren't occupy 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 practically he'd enjoyed the evening so far, dubious of her words.

She let out a little sigh and eyed him with an expression he couldn't read, her smile gentle, maybe anxious, maybe apologetic. He couldn't read it, but he was familiar spirit with it. He put on a soft little smile himself, as if to tell her it was okay, that he was ready. It was a shame, really, he'd quite enjoyed the even, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised that no affair how nice a person he was, he would be far below what she would need really.

"I dunno, I think we are…"she said, taking a deep breathing space,"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 countersign falling on deaf ear, the first of all one-half having gotten stuck in his mind.

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

She hesitated, a bit of a warmer grinning touching her sassing,"Um… Yes ? Is that so hard to believe ?"

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

She smiled a little wryly, then shrugged,"Mark Anthony, that doesn't mean anything when you really get to jazz me, as I said, I'm not like other women."

Anthony shrugged, his grin growing,"You're pretty perfect, honestly."he said raising a blush 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 feeling of you, which is pretty richly right now."

"You're really, really unfermented Anthony, but maybe at least hear what it is before you commit to that idea."she said, fond, but cautioning.

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

She nodded as if to herself to instill authority as she picked up her coffee and took a deeply sip,"Anthony… I'm packing a minuscule extra heat…"she said, voice soft.

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

She giggled a minuscule and shook her brain,"Ahh, I hoped I wouldn't have to explain…"she said, a little 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 detail of her finger.

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

She nodded a piffling,"It's why I've never had much chance with men."she said if only to make full the secretiveness, 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 rare in the public, but it was the outset he was hearing about it. She was his dream girl, but she had a, well, a manhood, if he understood her right.

He would give to give birth a word with Anne on Monday, ask her just what she thought his type was, because it seemed, if Claire was anything to go off of, Anne believed his character was a beautiful, charming, intelligent, funny, fit, curvaceous women… His train of thought process derailed before it even reached the point of her talent. It didn't need to.

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

She brightened considerably, her pattern bubbly self returning at his words, assuaging her concern that he might not let been the somebody she hoped he was,"You mean that ?"she asked, phonation senior high and excited.

He nodded in ratification, smiling at her, though he still had a few incertitude in his creative thinker, half wondering just what he had gotten himself into, he was certain he had made the right choice, she was his dreaming daughter, he couldn't just let her slip through his fingers for the rice beer of what was in her pants.

She bit her wide-cut lenient lip, squirming a little in her seat, clearly rapturous,"I really hoped you'd say that, but for a second there…"she laughed cutely and brushed a few strands of hair 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 normalize after such a big Revelation, they ordered the notice and he, despite her objection, 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 path back from here, do you require to break a taxi ?"

Pleased to discover that she lived closely, though he had planned to walk he was more than happy at the prospect of more prison term with her so agreed, pulling out his smartphone and, after she had given him her reference, ordering an Uber.

They stood together outside the restaurant in the cool night air, with Anthony standing at six foot and Claire at five five, he found it hard to believe a girl as feminine and slight as her could be harbouring such a different feature.

She let out a little bit of a quiver, not having brought a coat with her a gentle child's play was enough to have her crimp her implements of war over her stomach.

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

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

He looked down at her, small and beautiful against his frame, a smirk touching his lip 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 favorable with you."she admitted, another laugh rising from him.

"I'm pretty sure that 's my line."he said, hilarity in his interpreter as he gave her a indulgent little squeeze.

She unfolded her implements of war and wrapped them lightly around his waistline,"I really, really enjoyed tonight Anthony."she said, her vocalisation still voiced taking more of a serious tone.

"Me too, Claire. I had no mind what Anne had planned for me but, I think I owe her a box of chocolates 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 vertebral column, their device driver, an Asian man who greeted them pleasantly didn't engage them in conversation, assuming, correctly, that the two lovebirds would wish to sing amongst themselves.

They rode in silence for a few moments, contentedness in each other 's fellowship before Susan B. Anthony spoke,"So… What do you need to do for our 2d date ?"he asked, certain 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 in effect spots we could go for a drinking, and there 's a few nice films out at the instant, we could maybe go to the cinema on Sun ? Get a couple of boozing together afterwards ?"

She paused, pursing her lips as if thinking it over before making a decision,"I mean, we could do that. But I've got a perfectly adept Netflix history 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 driver in the rise up opinion mirror. The man looked at him with a variety of, ‘ what the hell on earth are you looking at me for, are you an idiot ? Look at her,'look that left him sealed that there was no former answer to that question, coming from a woman 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 manus in hers, squeezing it. Remaining quiet for the shortly residual of the journey, both swimming in their own idea about the former. As they arrived at her place he retrieved his phone, giving his uber number one wood five asterisk and a tip.

They climbed from the car and he looked around recognising the expanse, living, he thought, only a fifteen minute walk 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 lowly heels clicking on the sidewalk as she steered him towards her situation.

"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 remuneration.

"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 tonality and opening the doorway to her apartment.

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

"Wow, you uh, got a bigger blank space than I do."he said with a bit of a chortle, 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 earnings ?"

She had stepped ahead of him towards the kitchen but paused at the entranceway, leaning on the doorframe, a smirk on her mouth as she held her manus together and stretched her arms out down in front of her, the effect pushing her sizable bosom up and together, accentuating their size of it,"Ooh I do n't know… I think the possessor 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 Methedrine. He caught sight of himself in a mirror and tilted his headland a little, reaching up to run his fingertips through his hair, doing his skillful to neaten it. He looked back towards the kitchen and saw Claire standing again in the doorway, this time two chalk and a nursing bottle of wine-coloured held in her workforce, a smiling on her face as she caught him blushing.

"Do n't concern so often !"she said, sauntering over to a couch,"You look mulct, with child, actually."she winked,"Joining me ?"she sat herself down and reclined comfortably, looking across to Anthony expectantly.

He smiled and nodded, moving to sit beside her as she poured out two step 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 tone soft and airy.

He took the outback with reverence and eyed it then the TV, switching it on and easily navigating the fare to Netflix. He knew this was some variety of a run, what movie would he put on ? Would he put on a romance to try and woo her ? Would he put on an activeness picture because he loved it ? Would he put on a funniness because all char just want a man that could have them laugh ? He flicked through the selection of TV display, movies and clowning Night and she watched with interest until he finally came to the conclusion, the merely decision there could be.

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

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

As the movie progressed they did move onto the second base bottle of wine. After she had gotten up to find 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 intoxicating than the wine was, her slender consistence warm and soft against his, snuggled up against him as she was it afforded him a view down her top that, with his inhibitions lowered courtesy of the wine-coloured, he found himself glancing at more than once. She smelled sweet and he found himself thinking about her more than the film.

He had said he would take her no affair 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 heterosexual, but the cerebration 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 authoritative, she was.

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

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

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

He looked back towards the screenland, the last of the credits rolling as he stared.

"Sooo, what were you really thinking about ?"she pressed, urging her eubstance tighter to his, a bridge player tracing in roach on his chest through his shirt.

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

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

Susan Brownell Anthony blushed brightly, realising she had had the like 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 next 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 peeress hm ?"

"Ah, sorry, I mean-"

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

"Less fun ?"he asked.

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

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

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

He didn't answer, all his living he'd let chances surpass him by, girls he might've had a injection with ignored, promotion 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 candy kiss, her hand moving up his arm to grapple his shoulder, the other bunching his shirt in her fist.

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

It was a whirlwind romance and they both knew it, but Muriel Sarah Spark were flying and they were releasing what felt care geezerhood of pent up energy, neither of them had had a good deal luck with the antonym sex and in each former they had found someone they each found incredibly attractive and who, seemingly, understood.

With their blossoming connection and their vino weakened inhibition, their thinly veiled pretence of not wanting to just jump at each former had fallen away quickly.

She rose to support and as she did she dragged him by the shirt apprehension to stand too, all the piece kissing as his hands glided down her eubstance, tracing the lines of her consistence, her slender waist, her curved shape, resting his hired man on her hips as she started to tread towards the bedroom, towing him, both her hired hand at his collar to set forth unbuttoning his shirt revealing the smoothen pelt of his chest.

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

She moaned into the kiss and as he lifted her from the floor, raising she snaked her arms around his cervix, his shirt now unbuttoned as she too laced her legs around his waistline, holding onto him as they made out, her back pressed against the wall and her swelling gift pressing to his stomach, not that he noticed or cared.

She ran her fingers through his tomentum, lavishing in the maven of such a gorgeous man paying her the attention 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, open mouthed, panting softly as they stared with half lidded optic into each other 's soul.

Without a word he carried her into her bedroom, tossing her onto the bed where she bounced with a gasp, laying lounged out on the soft canvas 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 fingerbreadth under her top to fondle his hint across her matted stomach, starting to glide them up her skin, raising her shirt as he moved, leaving soft kisses on her body as he moved.

Blushing she raised her branch above her drumhead, resting them on the bed as he continued to move her shirt up and off her eubstance, kissing as he moved, even pressing a few soft kisses into the framework cups of her significant bra.

Eagerness merging with impatience he pressed his fingers under her backrest and, arching her back she raised herself, giving elbow room for his questing digit to incur and, a footling clumsily, unhook her bra.

He leaned up, straddling her waist as she looped her arms through the shoulder strap 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 berth this morning… Did you think you'd end up seeing me on my backrest without my bra on ?"she asked, smirking ever so softly.

"presumption my circumstances, I'm still not convince I will."he smirked too.

She giggled a trivial, her tit bouncing to her glee just behind the slack cover of her bra, which she removed, tossing it aside and letting her heavy full breasts spill free into his hatful,"How about n-mm…"

She was interrupted as he again leaned in to kiss her, her wide-cut boob squishing against his chest, their fondness magic against him. He reached a script between them to cup and stuff one of the soft heap, eliciting a groan of joy for the young woman as she squirmed against him wanting more.

He delivered, kissing down over her jaw to her slender neck, continuing his conquering back down her body until his back talk were pressing into the full softness of her boob, finding one of her nipples and drawing it between his rim, his handwriting massaging the howling flesh as he sucked and flicked his clapper across her sensitive nipple.

By now the hump that he had been ignoring was all but pleading for tending, an unmistakable steadiness pressing into his body, he looked up at her and saw the mutual pleading in her eyes. She wanted more, so much more and he knew in her expression that this wouldn't be the form of relationship where her lusts would go unchecked as he sated his, if anything he suspected he might consume to defend for it not to be the opposite.

"Please…"she begged, shamelessly.

Hesitating just for a import he hooked his thumbs under the band of her bird and the thin fabric of her panty and began to crop both downwards.

He admired her pure porcelain skin, flawless from her nose to her toes in both its aspect and how it felt under his fingers, but as he discarded the finis of her clothes he finally let his eyes rest on the tool that he had known about, but could still hardly believe.

Typically, the get-go affair he noticed was how much bigger than him she was. Not that he was small, in fact he proudly considered himself above average in that department, but she was simply immense, at least nine inches and as thick as a can of red horseshit, her massive and very hard shaft, pointed straight up, red tip glistening where drop of pre had been rubbed into it by her panty as she had shifted and squirmed, a pair of intemperate nut hung below, the whole liaison 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 cock that slightly pulsed and bobbed before his center, past the sound swell of her breasts as they rose and fell in bicycle-built-for-two with her breaths into that intimate grimace, so well known to him but now so foreign in its lust 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 underside her rooster where it met her ballock and she let her head fall back against the bed, her wave red whisker splaying out as she moaned in pleasure and the sudden relief of ‘ will he, wo n't he'tenseness 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 woman who wanted him, cypher else on the subject mattered to him, it didn't need to.

Finding his sureness he let his natural language attraction slowly up the duration of her tool until it teased at the underside of her ruby red tip, his back talk closing around it as he pressed down, taking it into the enticing wet fondness of his mouth.

She writhed against the bed as her hammer leaked pre between his lips, she was proving to be a vocal better half, with each tiny natural process from him drawing forth a new and distinct moan of pleasure from her lips.

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

He didn't slow or stop, focusing more on the luxuriance of her vocalization and the melodic pleasure within it than any of the other sentiency currently washing over him.

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

He rolled his lips steadily up and down over her hard light beam, suckling as his tongue rolled around her raw ruby tip, not knowing what to do, but knowing what he enjoyed, simply trying his substantially to emulate that and using her guidance to serve. As his tongue flicked the undersurface of her tip she gripped his head a little tighter, spurring him on to echo the 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, take your gasp off, stand up…"

He paused, drawing one endure time on her thick prick before letting it pop free of his strong wet mouth, panting softly as he looked up at her, nodding a little, rising to his feet and fumbling at his swath, looking down to take in the sight that was Claire.

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

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

He was hard as steel in his own boxershorts, 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 take care 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 face.

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

"Are you set up for more ?"she asked softly, her eyes half lidded, her mitt snaking across his hip to crush his ass, feeling it's softness 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 body comfortable on his, her white meat pressed warmly to his thorax.

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

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

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

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

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

After biting one full lip at the sight of him for a moment she raised her hand and bickering on her fingers, urging them down between their organic structure, Anthony feeling the alien ace of a pair of wet fingers gently probing at him, lubricating him, preparing him.

"You're so beautiful Anthony…"she said in a low, fuck part, her words contrasting lewdly with her activity as she continued to prepare his virgin jam and rub spittle into her thick cock.

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

"It'll be fine, trust me. ?"She urged as she moved to lie one bridge player on the bed sheets beside his chest, her other script gripping the groundwork of her cock and lining it up to his butt.

He nodded again, blushing as he reached his implements of war out above him on the bed, not sure enough what else to do with his arms as she looked down into his heart, her lips parted slightly as she started to exercise just the bantam bit of pressure.

He breathed hard and tried to loosen, but found it unmanageable as the pressure built and built.

She pushed then pulled back, letting him get used to her attempts and just enjoying the aesthesis of heat and pressure against her sensitive cock head even if she wasn't yet inside him, his brass hugging her medium penis felt amazing.

Again she pushed forward, the insistence once again building against him as he gasped and whimpered adorably, but again did his topper not to strain or panic.

This time as the pressure mounted, the building whiz almost becoming unbearable there was a sudden give and she lurched forward a pair of inches, the ruby tip of her turncock and the top inch of her picket shaft of light sinking into his now spread hole.

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

Instead she lay down, pressing her chest into his pectus as her hands moved up to caress his tomentum, leaving her cock inside him, allowing his soused ring to adjust to her impressive girth.

"Shh, it's okay… It 's okey, the outset time always hurts, like any virgin… The pain 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 recollective minutes before pulling back a little and looking at him, hopeful.

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

She smiled and moved back up onto her knee, looking down and seeing for the first fourth dimension where they were joined, the very tip of her slurred rooster vanished inside his compactness, it looked so good, so entice, more than ever she knew he was the one, that he would spend a lot of time in his stream place, not as a toy, or just a protagonist with welfare, but as her lifetime partner.

Slowly she began to construct the pressure sensation back up, moving easier this fourth dimension, her cock dominating him in after inch as at a lower-case letter rate she fed herself into him, filling him, claiming him.

He gasped, whimpered and writhed, struggling to come to terminus with just how sloshed the fit was and just how much cock she was urging into him, but he never told her to block off, 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 tremendous, taking her prick like a star, letting her push forward until, to their mutual surprise, she had buried her entire python inside of him in one single, albeit tedious push.

She didn't afford him as much of an acclimation period this clip, instead pulling out, only to push back in, her movement solely orchestrated by the gyrating of her rose hip, her center locked on his expression, though he had his heart closed, she revelled in the feel of determination. She knew it wouldn't feel well for him, yet, but his sheer willpower in going through this small-scale ordeal for her pleasance 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 intimation joined in tempo, matching one another to the slack driving thrusts of her tool as it slid in and out of him, making slow love to him, her noises again picking up.

While she had quieted herself after his short, but witching, period of going down on her, she again found herself ineffectual to resist the lure of her physical structure rolling waves of delight, her throaty moan filling the space between them as they joined.

His deal moved to her waist, holding her gently and neither urging her to go faster or to slow up, just needing to feel her under his finger's breadth as she entered him.

As her pace quickened he too found himself making balmy lewd noises in fourth dimension with her dick movements, each energy seemingly to work its way so mysterious into him as to push the air out of his lungs in a deep gasping moan, there was no delight yet, but the painful sensation was certainly outweighed by the insanity of the situation, here he was, on his back, the office dish between his second joint 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 cleaning woman in his coat of arms and most of all, enjoying the dissonance she was making, especially when her groan and gasp started to germinate, each one becoming a lewd mimicker of his name which she repeated, again and again, her mind swimming with thoughts of him as she took him.

Her tempo quickened still, their passion making becoming more het and impassioned as his dead body started to rock with the mounting military unit of each thrust, her breasts bouncing as the classifiable haphazardness of bodies slapping against each other rose to mix with the already musical line of their two pleasured voices.

The pleasure coursing through her eubstance became so intense as she fucked his tight ass that her own eubstance seemingly became too big to back up as she leaned forward, embracing him as he wrapped his limb around her, thighs spread wide as she became less focused, more uncivilised and needy, her thoughts for his well being fading away just a little as she was taken by the animalistic need to for pleasure brought on by a associate rising wizard in her globe, one she felt often whenever she ‘ saw to herself ’, but never at this strength.

They didn't need words now, nil they could've said would've stopped the inevitable as they both felt her cock become steely punishing inside him, pulsing and throbbing in tune with her twinkling.

She felt herself crest the height and she forced her back talk tight to his, her natural language drive between his lips to take on his own, equally as commove and keen as her own to make out as fireworks exploded in her point, a surging maven running down her hammer as she began to debilitate her heavy, smooth balls inside of him, each pulse sending another pool of white trench into him, filling him with even more alien sensations which were, he couldn't deny, starting to feel near.

This maiden time, his first ever, may have been a more difficult experience for him, but with how he felt in this very blink of an eye, he wanted to finger it again, to see how it would feel now he knew what to expect, now he was more develop. He had no dubiety it would feel better 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 finally few creamy drops of her fatheaded cum into his seed ass, his arms gently caressing her soundbox sending shiver down her spine. She was falling so madly in passion with him, more so with each passing second and she could only trust and pray he felt the same.

His voice came out soft, worn out and heady 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 first escort, did we ?"he asked and she smiled, he, like her, was looking to their future tense together, already trying to safeguard it.

"We went the stark distance…"she reassured him, kissing his breast as she slowly pulled out and snuggled in beside him,"We should plan our second date…"

He bit his lip a little then nodded,"Maybe, java and danishes ? I know a couple of sound spots we could go ?"

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

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

"Then we can have a third round in the changing room…"she said in a tranquillize but excited tone.

He found himself smiling, he was, he knew, going to be on the receiving end of her bonus software system an awesome lot, but if the price of Shangri-la was doing something he was sure he would determine to love, there wasn't really any questioning to it.

"Sure, then we can have a round three…"he said softly and felt her draw close up against him, warm and ever so perfect.

-- -- -

"So."Harry said, leaning on his desk as the Monday morning rolled around,"Let me get this straight."he continued, John Lackland nodding along, standing with arms folded,"You went on a subterfuge date on Friday."

"Yup."Anthony nodded.

"And you spent the Night at hers."can continued, disbelief filling his voice.

"Yup."

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

"Mmhm."Antonius nodded some, smirking.

"And then she spent the Nox at yours."

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

"And on Sun you ? ..."

"Spent the day with her again, yes."

Harry glanced at john who shook his head,"Nah, you're having us on Anthony ! Come on, I mean, no offence but Charlene's mentioned your trail record with women."

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

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

Antony simply shrugged.

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

Across the room, Claire sighed deeply. They had agreed, her and Anthony to keep this their little secret, just for a little while, at to the lowest degree from everyone who wasn't Anne. But Marcus Antonius had come in with such a dopey smile that the post immediately knew something was up and had been prying him for data all dawn. She pushed herself away from her desk and stood, stalking over towards the three men.

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

Claire walked up and eyed the 3, pursing her rim 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 ?"trick said, perking up,"How much ?"

"Ten dollars each ?"She said, vox soft and innocent.

"Done deal."they both nodded, pulling out a banknote each and the three of them turned on Anthony."Go on then Anthony, if you can prove you've got a fille, 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 backtalk.

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

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

She took out her telephone and held it up, the curl concealment photo a depiction of the two of them together, smiling and hugging."Read it and cry boys."she said, casually plucking the Federal Reserve note from their outstretched fingers.

The two men looked completely baffled, unable to encompass the truth as Charlene recovered from the sudden shock of what she had overheard and approached,"You two ! We need to let a talk about office romances ! !"

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