Marcus Antonius awoke to a piercing buzzing tune, a nice enough line, but one he had come to despise shortly after he had made the fault of making it his alarum. The culprit, his smart phone, was plugged in on the nightstand beside him and was in the cognitive process of making him gleefully aware that it was a new day, another twenty-four hour period not different to the last one. A subroutine work day.

He sighed and reached out with a weary, sleep-leaden arm, feeling across the aerofoil of his nightstand until his fingers traced the cool smooth surface of his phone and, using the charging cable to identify which way the phone 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 comfort once more take him, as he always did for the splendid distance of the drowse clit, content and comfortable.

basketball team 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 eyes, squinting against the light that pushed through his curtains to crystallise his chamber. This time, however, instead of setting his phone to doze he sat up on his cubital joint, scooping up his phone and unplugging the charger, letting the cable's length lazily fall to the trading floor as he switched off the alarm and checked his notifications. A few mixer media prods and a selection of news stories dotted his screen and he swiped them away, not yet in the frame of reference of mood to care about either.

He set the phone down and swung his stage out of bed, stretching his weapon system out and yawning as he stood and stepped forward into the coolness of his apartment, making his way, bare 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 face unshaven, his dark haircloth messy and unkempt, a dyad of drab squinting optic peering back, the stooping form wearing zippo but a span of scant Charles Grey boxer shorts.

Every morning he fought that image in the mirror, fighting to work it under restraint, a bit battle with an inevitable outcome.

After utilising the facilities he shaved, nothing fancy since he'd foresighted ago given up the time-consuming unconscious process of a wet razor shaving 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 increase, leaving his impertinence, jaw and neck opening smooth. He noted subconsciously that he was probably only a workweek away from needing a haircut to maintain his brusque professional panache, but that was future tense Mark 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 advancement on his aspect, the cool lot on his discernment buds helped to wake him from the profundity of sleep.

He gargled water system 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 head teacher back, letting the weewee pour down over his hair, smoothing it and letting it continue in aroused slight rivulets down the cutis of his fit trunk. Relaxing even as the wiz lured him for the vestige of sleep.

After languishing in the pleasurable heat for a few long moments he lathered himself with soap and washed out his hair with shampoo, letting the hot current of water wash the suds from his body before, a little regretfully, he switched the exhibitioner off, wiping the excess water from his skin before stepping from the unit onto a plush shower mat, feeling the soft warmth of it under his metrical foot as he went about toweling himself off.

Dry, he caught visual modality of himself in the mirror, he loosely combed his fingertips through the curt dark hair, parting it and settling it in his preferred fashion. He smiled to himself, breathing in to accentuate his pattern, tilt and acrobatic. He attended the gym occasionally, but he had to take on the primary winding cause for his design was a godly metamorphosis for which he was eternally grateful.

After giving himself one last look over he was somewhat delight to reassert that the can was down one shambling Neandertal man and up one productive penis of society.

Despite being the sole one in his apartment he modestly wrapped the towel around his shank, collecting his fling boxers before he made his way back to his sleeping room. He turned the radio on on his telephone set after checking the time and finding out, a pleasant surprisal, that it was Friday and, with the damp towel still clinging to his torso began to neatly layout his suit for the day ; White boxers, contraband pants, black skid, tweed shirt, dark belted ammunition, red striped tie.

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

He finally set aside the towel as he started to primp, folding it over a radiator before pulling on his Jockey shorts and listening to the daily news show bulletin. The news these day was predictable, always the same, always scandals, cataclysm, wars. It came to something, he thought, when the news was as routine as his life.

With his dog collar popped he settled the red tie around his neck and hesitated, looking down at himself and holding both final stage 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 creases or mar, any misunderstanding or missed push button. Satisfied, he silenced his phone and slid it along with his wallet and keys in their assigned pouch and made his way out of his apartment into the cold brisk air of the macrocosm, beginning the day-by-day commute.

The commute was thirster than he would like, but not particularly strenuous, the subways running at regular interval and, thankfully, never so tightly packed that he was squished in following to other mass. He also had the good portion of going by a umber kiosk which made the daybreak bearable. A man should never altercate the value of a kiosk which sells truly undecomposed coffee, in which, if he could, he partook more than once a day.

Anthony didn't like to think he was addicted to the lure of chocolate, he merely required it to work. Like air, and people weren't addicted to that, he would often reason to himself internally.

He stepped into the foyer of his building and smiled politely to the receptionist who recognised him, returning the grinning. He stepped to the elevators and during the ride up took the first sip of his newly bribe coffee, letting out a pleasant sigh.

Susan Brownell Anthony worked in the wonderfully fascinating existence of finance and while the body of work was challenging it was never particularly new or concern. Despite that, he did the work and did it well. There was no conflict that he was a worthful member of the men and, it was generally believed, could've been a team leader or third-year coach by now. However as opportunity and spots to prompt higher came and went, Antonius stayed where he was, never quite believing himself good enough to ill-treat up in the world, once Sir Thomas More contented.

He stepped from the elevator on his base and navigated the workspace towards his desk. He wasn't the for the first time in but was always one of them. The IT guy was already in, an older model, one who had been working with PC's since way back before the net who was working on a confrere's machine which had probably been reported as broken the night before, likely fixing it before its user arrived that break of the day, a unspoilt guy by all accounts. So too, he noticed was Charlene, a curvy dark skinned cleaning lady in her belated twenties or early thirties, an attractive woman with a simply incredible bout who has the ill luck of representing HR. There were four others of his squad already in, the two newbies, John and Harry, both unspoilt men, Claire, a busty redhead who was so far out of his league that, despite working on the same team as him, he was sure as shooting she didn't know he existed and Lucy, a raven haired short girl who dressed conservatively and socialised just as outwardly.

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

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

The day proceeded in a typically everyday manner, the eternal rest of the office showed up, everyone got on with their work, people talked, an satisfactory horizontal surface of predictable banter and gossip was had. Marcus Antonius partook in it a little, but mainly he focused on his work.

He was a piffling surprised when Anne, his line coach came by his desk. While Anne made an effort to mingle with the squad, periodically moving around to curb on everyone, Antony had noticed she did so to a set schedule, 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 retard on him for another time of day and a half, just before the end of the day.

"Can I stimulate a tidings with you in my office for a minute, Anthony ?"she asked, vox friendly and gruntle, though the Bible sent a pang of anxiety through him that catapulted his mind into overuse. Had he made a misunderstanding ? Was he in hassle ?

"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 excuse as to why he would have to expect ten, or even just five minutes so he could recover out what he had done wrong and make some sort of action design to fix it, but nothing immediately presented itself and he was, by all write up, an honest man.

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

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

That was good news at to the lowest degree, 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 epicurean. He politely shut the doorway behind him and, as she moved behind her desk, he himself made to sit, knowing if he didn't she would narrate him to anyway.

Anne was a married adult female, in her late forties with, from how often she spoke of them, he assumed as many children, and she liked to think of herself as having a maternally presence in the position. She had berm duration mouse-colored brown hair that, scuttlebutt insisted, was dyed, though he didn't much care. Their relationship had been purely professional over the four twelvemonth since he had started here. They had talked and socialised at the infrequent out of work mandatory assemblage, but it had never progressed beyond that.

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

Bad sign.

"Oh ?"he said, trying to sound relaxed, though he had to resist the urge to worm in his seat.

"I've been your handler since the day you joined us here and I'm happy to say you've been an warning appendage 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 waters,"Staff have come and gone, my teams expanded, we've received extolment, bonuses, all estimable 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 situation 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 bridge player, an almost wry smirk touching her rim,"I appreciate the offer but I'm not interested in moving up just yet ?"she said.

He hesitated, staying silent.

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

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

"There isn't a new position coming useable, 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 good soul, Susan Anthony. A great doer, nice and kind, but you don't have any ride, any ambition."she said, bluntly.

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

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

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

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

Anthony eyed her, a little taken aback. It wasn't like Anne, he thought, to claim 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 sass to speak, then hesitated, picking her words carefully,"I've set you up on a day of the month with someone who I think you will get on well with."His expression must have said a grand lyric because she was promptly to add,"And I would take it a personal favor if you would go ahead with it."

He stared at her, mouth opening and close a few times as he processed that,"... A escort. 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. eighter from Decatur pm, tonight at Quel Posto Italiano."She beamed, leaning back in her electric chair as if the thing was resolved.

"That Italian place we went to ?"he asked, knowing it. It was closer to where he lived than it was to the federal agency, though not by much, his team had gone there the Christmas past times for a meal.

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

He opened his oral cavity to speak, to protest, but he stopped. This was a very personal matter, but one that, if he refused, could touch his working family relationship with his managing director, a precarious position.

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

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

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

"Everythings mulct, just a little arrest up over some work."he said, sitting up a piddling straighter and adopting his smile.

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

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

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

Usually, he might have spent an spare 60 minutes or two at work, closing out labor so he wouldn't worry about them over the weekend, but for the first-class honours degree clip in a long clock time, he had a escort he had to get up for.

During his commute home, coffee in hand he tried to conceive about the sort of fair sex individual like Anne would try to set him up with, but he just didn't know her well enough to begin piecing together a picture. Would she be elderly, one of Anne's acquaintance ? Would she be fellowship ? A daughter or niece maybe ? Would she be quiet and reserved like Lucy, or something completely different ? He had no melodic theme and before he knew it his thinking had carried him home.

Finding himself with about an hour and a half to pop before he had to go out he spent some sentence picking out his rig, the same smart casual outfit, he realised once he was done, he had probably worn the death 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 forenoon routine.

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

Packing the necessity, phone, wallet and keys into their allot pockets he once again left his flat, opting to take the air to try and stay fresh his emerging anxiety 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 water, checking his phone he noted that he was around five minute of arc early, so he tried to slow down, though his gaze kept flickering towards the threshold.

eighter'o'clock came and went, so did five past tense, so did ten past. He was starting to feel his anxiety turn into superfluity, incertain how to feel about being stood up on a subterfuge 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, mouth half open.

Before him stood a woman, about his age and wearing a farsighted sleeved deep red high cervix blouse and knee duration chick, she struck an image that was in one split second both awe inspiring and inspiring of dread.

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

First and foremost, she was just gorgeous. She had long red hairsbreadth that she had, he assumed, used curler on to generate it a wavelike upshot, her green eyes were simply captivating and her body was so perfect as to be of mythical status. She was at the same time both svelte and curvy, slim down waisted but sporting a full bust, her legs long and her skin light and unblemished.

Second but of no less impact on his opportunity 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 remain firm, stepping around the board to rive her chairwoman out for her.

"Hey Antony, I hope I'm not too later ! Time got away from me."she explained apologetically as she gratefully took her stead, 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 good ! I was worried you'd already be gone."She giggled a little, smiling warmly as she tucked a lock of hair behind one ear,"piece of 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 undivided 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 lilliputian, ineffective to let his diffidence get the better of him,"Why would you need to date me ?"

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

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

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

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

"Oh Anthony, you're funny."She giggled, smiling happily and he found himself laughing a niggling 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 figure out at which point the rug would be pulled out from under him.

As the date progressed and the vino flowed, his paranoia began to ebb away as they talked More and more. Despite her looker and her acquirement 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 than wrong.

He quickly discovered that she loved play, watching it daily and keeping up with the news show, playing more than a few herself, including tennis, which he too enjoyed on occasion after having played for his squad in college. Though that was a main gene in her life she had a all-encompassing sort of pastime outside of play, many of which they also shared, their lovemaking of films, their love of music and, much to his surprise, a lack of luck with the opposite gender.

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

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

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

She giggled a niggling, 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 bust,"and I know what they're looking at when they do. It's not that cat aren't concerned 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 much he'd enjoyed the evening so far, dubious of her words.

She let out a fiddling suspire and eyed him with an expression he couldn't read, her grinning gentle, maybe anxious, maybe apologetic. He couldn't read it, but he was familiar with it. He put on a subdued little grinning himself, as if to say her it was okay, that he was ready. It was a disgrace, really, he'd quite enjoyed the eventide, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised that no thing how nice a person he was, he would be far below what she would want really.

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

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

"time lag, you're seriously interested in me ? You ?"

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

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

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

Anthony shrugged, his smile growing,"You're pretty gross, honestly."he said raising a blush to her cheeks,"I'm certain whatever you think it is that sets you apart from other cleaning lady it just makes you you and it won't modification my opinion of you, which is pretty high right now."

"You're really, really sweet Mark Antony, 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 intellect whatever it was, if she really had to tell him to feel better about herself, he wouldn't full stop her.

She nodded as if to herself to instil self-confidence as she picked up her coffee and took a cryptical sip,"Anthony… I'm packing a short extra heat…"she said, voice soft.

He stared back at her, his face a masquerade of sodding incomprehension,"... Alright."was all he said, to breed up his obvious oblivion.

She giggled a footling and shook her head,"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 prospicient mo, then his supercilium raised,"Oh. Ooooooh. Oooh… I think I understand."

She nodded a little,"It's why I've never had a lot circumstances with men."she said if only to fulfill 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 populace, but it was the first gear he was hearing about it. She was his pipe dream girl, but she had a, well, a manhood, if he understood her rightfulness.

He would receive to have a word with Anne on Monday, ask her just what she thought his case was, because it seemed, if Claire was anything to go off of, Anne believed his type was a beautiful, charming, intelligent, funny, fit, busty women… His train of thought derailed before it even reached the power point of her 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 word, assuaging her fears that he might not take been the person she hoped he was,"You mean that ?"she asked, representative high and excited.

He nodded in confirmation, smiling at her, though he still had a few doubt in his intellect, half wondering just what he had gotten himself into, he was certain he had made the powerful choice, she was his dream girl, he couldn't just let her sneak through his digit for the interest of what was in her pants.

She bit her full indulgent lip, squirming a niggling in her hind end, clearly ecstatic,"I really hoped you'd say that, but for a second there…"she laughed cutely and brushed a few strand of tomentum behind her spike,"Then to respond your interrogation, yes, yes I think we're compatible."

They finished their coffee's as they spoke, talking again about sports as if to normalise after such a big revealing, 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 variety of on your route back from here, do you want to separate a hack ?"

Pleased to hear that she lived close, though he had planned to walk he was more than happy at the prognosis of More sentence with her so agreed, pulling out his smartphone and, after she had given him her destination, ordering an Uber.

They stood together outside the eating house in the cool nighttime air, with Anthony standing at six foot and Claire at five five, he found it surd 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 shiver, not having brought a coat with her a gentle picnic was enough to experience her sheep pen her arms over her stomach.

Having not brought a jacket with him either he had nothing on paw 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 trivial, stepping closer into his arm, enjoying the lovingness of his physical structure against hers.

He looked down at her, small and beautiful against his physique, 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 ribs, drawing a laugh from him that made her smile,"I just didn't think I'd get this lucky with you."she admitted, another laugh rising from him.

"I'm fairly sure that 's my line."he said, mirth in his voice 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 voice still soft taking more of a grievous tone.

"Me too, Claire. I had no estimate 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 promontory lightly to his chest of drawers, holding him as he held her.

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

They rode in silence for a few minute, content in each other 's fellowship before Mark Antony spoke,"So… What do you want to do for our arcsecond date ?"he asked, sealed that they both wanted a repeat.

"Maybe some drinks… Maybe a motion picture ?"she replied, looking up at him with a brilliant but sly smile.

"That would be nice."he smiled,"I know a couple of soundly spots we could go for a drink, and there 's a few skillful films out at the moment, we could maybe go to the cinema on Sun ? Get a duad of deglutition 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 good Netflix account and wine console at mine… Tonight, if you want."

Anthony opened his mouth in surprisal and looked at her before turning his attention to the driver in the bring up horizon mirror. The man looked at him with a kind of, ‘ what the hell are you looking at me for, are you an moron ? facial expression at her,'expression that left him sure that there was no former response to that question, coming from a cleaning lady 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 queasy, beginning to enquire just where this evening would lead.

She smiled and took his hand in hers, squeezing it. Remaining quietly for the curtly residuum of the journey, both swimming in their own intellection about the other. As they arrived at her property he retrieved his earphone, giving his uber driver five headliner and a tip.

They climbed from the car and he looked around recognising the field, living, he thought, only a XV min walk of life 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 small-scale bounder clicking on the pavement as she steered him towards her place.

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

"Mm almost a twelvemonth now I think, but I've got my term of a contract extended for at least another two, I'm just looking to fall down, you know ?"She asked with a smile 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 walls were painted bright colours contrasting to the mostly white of his, but with the apartments spaciousness the hopeful colours weren't overwhelming.

"Wow, you uh, got a bigger place than I do."he said with a bit of a chortle, surprised, looking around then back at her, raising an brow 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 lip as she held her bridge player together and stretched her sleeve out down in figurehead of her, the effect pushing her sizable bosom 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 spyglass. He caught sight of himself in a mirror and tilted his head a piddling, reaching up to run his fingertips through his hair's-breadth, doing his honorable to neaten it. He looked back towards the kitchen and saw Claire standing again in the doorway, this time two specs and a bottle of wine held in her paw, a grin on her boldness as she caught him blushing.

"Do n't worry so a lot !"she said, sauntering over to a sofa,"You look fine, great, 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 measures of white wine, handing him a chalk which he sipped from gratefully.

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

He took the remote with reverence and eyed it then the TV, switching it on and easily navigating the carte du jour to Netflix. He knew this was some variety of a test, what movie would he put on ? Would he put on a romance to try and woo her ? Would he put on an action film because he loved it ? Would he put on a clowning because all women just want a man that could make them laugh ? He flicked through the selection of TV appearance, movies and comedy night and she watched with interest until he finally came to the conclusion, the exclusively stopping point there could be.

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

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

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

She was far more intoxicating than the vino was, her slender organic structure affectionate and soft against his, snuggled up against him as she was it afforded him a persuasion down her top that, with his suppression lowered courtesy of the wine, 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 have her no subject what and even knowing what he did now his opinion hadn't been swayed in the least. He'd never thought of himself as anything other as straight person, but the thought 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 tint to her voice.

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

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

He looked back towards the blind, the last of the credit rating rolling as he stared.

"Sooo, what were you really thinking about ?"she pressed, urging her soundbox tighter to his, a mitt tracing in circle on his dresser through his shirt.

"Just, about your…"he said, honestly, leaving the last Word of God 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 same amount to drink in that he had and that, combined with her smaller size of it, probably meant she was quite buzzing.

"Y-yeah, that."he confessed.

She pursed her lips a piddling,"And ? ... What 's the verdict now you've actually given yourself fourth dimension to guess about it ?"

He bit his lip some, picking his future 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 life with it that would be less fun."she nodded.

"Less fun ?"he asked.

"well, then I wouldn't be able to learn you how to love it…"she said, her voice low and sultry, her optic full phase of the moon of promises.

He bit his lip and their eyes met, his heart pounding in his pectus as she stared up at him, biting her lip, a thirsty saying on her beautiful, kind features.

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

He didn't answer, all his lifetime he'd let chances pass him by, miss he might've had a nip with ignored, publicity overlooked, opportunities, possibilities, all loss by.

She looked hopeful.

No more missed hazard. 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 mitt moving up his arm to grip 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 consistency exciting him in direction he hadn't felt in twelvemonth, he raised a script to run his fingertips through her hair, caressing her as they kissed, soft and passionate but with underlying stream of lust.

It was a whirlwind Latinian language and they both knew it, but sparks were flying and they were releasing what felt like geezerhood of pent up muscularity, neither of them had had a lot fate with the diametrical sex and in each former they had found someone they each found incredibly attractive and who, seemingly, understood.

With their florescence link and their vino weakened inhibitions, their thinly veiled simulation of not wanting to just jump off at each early had fallen away quickly.

She rose to stand and as she did she dragged him by the shirt collar to stand too, all the while kissing as his hands glided down her consistence, tracing the job of her organic structure, her slender shank, her curvature, resting his hands on her hips as she started to step towards the sleeping room, towing him, both her hands at his collar to start unbuttoning his shirt revealing the polish skin of his chest of drawers.

backing towards her room she accidentally, too distracted with him backed herself against a wall and he loomed to stand over her, the kiss deepening as their tongue met, nimble and eager as they sought each early 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 floor, raising she snaked her arms around his neck, his shirt now unbuttoned as she too laced her legs around his waist, holding onto him as they made out, her back pressed against the rampart and her swelling gift pressing to his tum, not that he noticed or cared.

She ran her finger's breadth through his hair, lavishing in the genius 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 candy kiss so they could gaze at each early, open mouthed, panting softly as they stared with one-half lidded eyes into each other 's individual.

Without a Book he carried her into her bedroom, tossing her onto the bed where she bounced with a gasp, laying lounged out on the cushy sheet of paper watching him as he removed his shirt, leaving him publicize 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 caress his tips across her savourless stomach, starting to glide them up her skin, raising her shirt as he moved, leaving lenient kiss on her body as he moved.

Blushing she raised her arms above her forefront, resting them on the bed as he continued to run her shirt up and off her body, kissing as he moved, even pressing a few balmy kisses into the material loving cup of her substantial bra.

eagerness coming together with impatience he pressed his finger's breadth under her dorsum and, arching her spine she raised herself, giving room for his questing digit to determine and, a slight 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 prurient regard, the sole matter holding her bra to her breasts was gravity.

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

"precondition my portion, I'm still not convince I will."he smirked too.

She giggled a little, her breasts bouncing to her mirth just behind the light natural covering of her bra, which she removed, tossing it aside and letting her with child full moon titty spill free people into his sight,"How about n-mm…"

She was interrupted as he again leaned in to buss her, her full knocker squishing against his chest, their warmth legerdemain against him. He reached a hired man between them to cup and hale one of the subdued mounds, eliciting a groan of pleasure for the girl as she squirmed against him wanting more.

He delivered, kissing down over her jaw to her slender neck, continuing his conquest back down her body until his lips were pressing into the full blurriness of her breasts, finding one of her nipple and drawing it between his mouth, his hand massaging the wonderful soma as he sucked and flicked his glossa across her sensitive nipple.

By now the protrusion that he had been ignoring was all but pleading for care, an unmistakable resolution pressing into his organic structure, 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 sort of relationship where her lustfulness would go unchecked as he sated his, if anything he suspected he might have to struggle for it not to be the opposite.

"Please…"she begged, shamelessly.

Hesitating just for a second he hooked his thumbs under the dance orchestra of her wench and the melt off framework of her panties and began to work both downwards.

He admired her perfect porcelain skin, 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 last of her clothes he finally let his eyes rest on the cock that he had known about, but could still hardly believe.

Typically, the first thing he noticed was how practically 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 huge, at to the lowest degree nine inch and as thick as a can of red bull, her monumental and very hard rooster, pointed straight up, red tip glistening where drops of pre had been rubbed into it by her panties as she had shifted and squirmed, a span of sullen glob hung below, the unscathed 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 cock that slightly pulsed and bobbed before his eyes, past the grievous dude of her boob as they rose and fell in tandem with her breaths into that comrade human face, so well known to him but now so foreign in its luxuria for him, her greenness eyes staring at him, needing him, something he hadn't seen in another woman for it felt like forever.

He leaned forward and pressed his sassing to the undersurface her cock where it met her nut and she let her head descend back against the bed, her curled red hair splaying out as she moaned in pleasure and the sudden assuagement of ‘ will he, wo n't he'tension that she hadn't even realised had been building up interior of her was washed away in an instant.

He closed his middle, fully aware of what he was doing, pleasuring a beautiful woman who wanted him, null else on the subject mattered to him, it didn't need to.

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

She writhed against the bed as her cock leaked pre between his rim, she was proving to be a vocal better half, with each midget activeness from him drawing Forth a new and distinct moan of pleasure from her lips.

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

He didn't slow or point, focusing more on the luxuriance of her voice and the melodic joy within it than any of the early sensations currently washing over him.

"You're so good…"she purred, writhing against him as her manpower trailed down, one resting on the vertebral column of his head, urging him on, the early gripping and squeezing her own full breast, plucking at her full nipple with thumb and finger, adding to her pleasure.

He rolled his lips steadily up and down over her hard shaft, suckling as his tongue rolled around her sensitive ruby tip, not knowing what to do, but knowing what he enjoyed, simply trying his best to emulate that and using her steering to aid. As his clapper flicked the underside of her tip she gripped his head a little tighter, spurring him on to recapitulate the action, her peg shifting 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, convey your pants off, stand up…"

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

She lounged on the bed, a bridge player wrapped around her thick prick, pumping it slowly as she watched, a predatory glint in her eyes as he stripped for her.

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

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

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

He was keen to travel along her focusing and laid down on the bed beside her, her lips again finding his as they cuddled and kissed, their hands caressing and exploring one another 's hide as they crossed swords, their prick bumping and rubbing against each former, tiny moans escaping Claire's backtalk between hot kisses.

"Are you ready for more ?"she asked softly, her eyes half lidded, her hired hand snaking across his hip to gouge 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 well-to-do on his, her bosom pressed warmly to his chest of drawers.

Their natural language mingled as she slowly gyrated her articulatio coxae, grinding her putz gently into his venter, her hands reaching down, gliding down his sides to the interior of his thighs, urging them apart.

"Mmf…"he murmured a piddling, breaking the kiss and looking up at her,"You… privation to ? ..."

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

He swallowed, some, just an 60 minutes 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 look every sensation he could provide her. He just nodded.

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

After biting one full lip at the hatful of him for a bit she raised her hand and spat on her fingers, urging them down between their bodies, Mark Antony feeling the foreign sensation of a distich of wet fingers gently probing at him, lubricating him, preparing him.

"You're so beautiful Anthony…"she said in a low, love voice, her words contrasting lewdly with her actions as she continued to organise his virgin hole and rub spit into her thick cock.

"Is, is that going to be plenty 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 rest one hired hand on the bed sheets beside his chest, her other hand gripping the base of operations of her cock and lining it up to his butt.

He nodded again, blushing as he reached his arms out above him on the bed, not for certain what else to do with his arms as she looked down into his centre, her backtalk parted slightly as she started to exercise just the bantam bit of force per unit area.

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 effort and just enjoying the sensation of heat and pressure against her medium turncock head even if she wasn't yet inside him, his cheeks hugging her sensitive member felt amazing.

Again she pushed forward, the air 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 building adept almost becoming unbearable there was a sudden give and she lurched forward a couple of inches, the ruby tip of her stopcock and the top in of her pale shaft sinking feeling into his now spread hole.

He arched his binding and cried out in nuisance, gritting his teeth as she bit her lip to withhold a mystifying moan.

Instead she lay down, pressing her breasts into his breast as her hands moved up to fondle his hair, leaving her stopcock inside him, allowing his tight tintinnabulation to set to her impressive girth.

"Shh, it's okay… It 's okay, the world-class 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 long minutes before pulling back a picayune and looking at him, hopeful.

He bit his lip, but nodded, closing his optic and gripping the bed sheet in preparation.

She smiled and moved back up onto her knees, looking down and seeing for the first time where they were joined, the very tip of her thick rooster vanished inside his niggardness, it looked so salutary, so alluring, more than ever she knew he was the one, that he would spend a lot of sentence in his current spot, not as a toy, or just a supporter with benefit, but as her life partner.

Slowly she began to make the pressure back up, moving easier this time, her cock 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 fare to terms with just how tight the fit was and just how practically putz she was urging into him, but he never told her to contain, 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 button forward until, to their common surprise, she had buried her stallion python inside of him in one single, albeit slow push.

She didn't afford him as much of an acclimation period this time, instead pulling out, only to push back in, her movements solely orchestrated by the gyrating of her pelvis, her centre locked on his expression, though he had his eyes closed, she revelled in the look of determination. She knew it wouldn't palpate good for him, yet, but his sheer willpower in going through this minor ordeal for her delight was such a turn on for her that she found herself admiring and lusting after him to a greater extent and more with each passing moment, even as she finally sated those needs.

Their breather joined in tempo, matching one another to the slow driving poking of her hammer as it slid in and out of him, making slow beloved to him, her noises again beak up.

While she had quieted herself after his short, but sorcerous, period of going down on her, she again found herself ineffectual to resist the lure of her bodies rolling wafture of pleasure, her throaty groan filling the space between them as they joined.

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

As her pace quickened he too found himself making sonant lewd noises in clock time with her cocks movements, each button seemingly to work its way so late into him as to labor the air out of his lungs in a oceanic abyss gasping groan, there was no delight yet, but the hurting was certainly outweighed by the insanity of the situation, here he was, on his back, the office dish between his second joint making easy passionate lovemaking to him in a way he'd never even considered potential. And he was enjoying it, enjoying the intimacy, enjoying the feeling of a cleaning lady in his arm and most of all, enjoying the disturbance she was making, especially when her groan and gasps started to evolve, each one becoming a lewd mimic of his name which she repeated, again and again, her mind swimming with view of him as she took him.

Her yard quickened still, their love making becoming more heated and impassioned as his dead body started to rock with the mounting force of each thrust, her bosom bouncing as the distinctive noise of consistence slapping against each other rose to mix with the already musical melodic phrase of their two pleasured voices.

The pleasure coursing through her eubstance became so vivid as she fucked his tight ass that her own body seemingly became too sonorous to support as she leaned forward, embracing him as he wrapped his weapon around her, thighs spread out blanket as she became less concenter, more risky and poverty-stricken, 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 familiar rising adept 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 rooster become steely severely inside him, pulsing and throbbing in tune with her heartbeat.

She felt herself crest the peak and she forced her lips tight to his, her tongue driving between his lips to run into his own, equally as frantic and penetrating as her own to construct out as fireworks exploded in her head, a surge sensation running down her cock as she began to debilitate her heavy, smoothen orchis inside of him, each pulse rate sending another pool of snowy deep into him, filling him with even more than foreign mavin which were, he couldn't deny, starting to feel good.

This first time, his low gear ever, may have been a more unmanageable experience for him, but with how he felt in this very jiffy, he wanted to palpate it again, to see how it would sense now he knew what to expect, now he was more prepared. He had no doubt it would sense better and easily as time went on and he was excited to witness that out for himself.

She collapsed on top him, spent, her cock still hard, spitting out the last few creamy drops of her loggerheaded cum into his seeded ass, his arms gently caressing her consistency sending shivers down her spine. She was falling so madly in dear with him, more so with each passing second and she could only hope and pray he felt the same.

His interpreter came out cushy, 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 starting time appointment, did we ?"he asked and she smiled, he, like her, was looking to their future together, already trying to safeguard it.

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

He bit his lip a niggling then nodded,"Maybe, coffee and danishes ? I know a couple of honest spots we could go ?"

She smiled at that looking up at him with a sparkling in her eyes,"I mean, we could… But I've got perfectly commodity burnt umber and danishes at mine… Tomorrow morning, after a mo round…"

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

"Then we can take in a third gear cycle in the changing room…"she said in a placid but excited tone.

He found himself smiling, he was, he knew, going to be on the receiving end of her bonus package an abominable lot, but if the price of Heaven was doing something he was sure he would larn to love, there wasn't really any questioning to it.

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

-- -- -

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

"Yup."Susan Brownell Anthony nodded.

"And you spent the night at hers."lav continued, unbelief filling his voice.

"Yup."

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

"Mmhm."Anthony nodded some, smirking.

"And then she spent the night at yours."

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

"And on Billy Sunday you ? ..."

"Spent the day with her again, yes."

Harry glanced at St. John the Apostle who shook his pass,"Nah, you're having us on Anthony ! Come on, I mean, no law-breaking but Charlene's mentioned your track record 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 say us her name ?"Gospel According to John said, arms folded still as he raised his eyebrows.

Anthony simply shrugged.

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

Across the way, Claire sighed deeply. They had agreed, her and Anthony to keep this their little secret, just for a little piece, at least from everyone who wasn't Anne. But Anthony had come in with such a dopey grin that the office immediately knew something was up and had been prying him for information all morning. 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 news report that he got a girl but, amount on, what do you think's going on with him, really ?"

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

"Pff you think ?"Harry said, dismissive.

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

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

"Ten dollar sign each ?"She said, interpreter diffused and innocent.

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

The sudden muteness was broken by the audio of the HR congressman choking on her coffee.

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

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

The two men looked completely baffled, unable to comprehend the truth as Charlene recovered from the sudden shock of what she had overheard and approached,"You two ! We need to have a public lecture about berth love story ! !"

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