Susan Brownell Anthony awoke to a piercing buzzing tune, a nice enough line, but one he had come to scorn shortly after he had made the error of making it his alarm system. The perpetrator, his bright 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 twenty-four hour time period not dissimilar to the last one. A turn employment day.

He sighed and reached out with a weary, sleep-leaden arm, feeling across the aerofoil of his nightstand until his fingerbreadth traced the cool smooth Earth's surface of his phone and, using the charging line to discover 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 quilt once more take him, as he always did for the glorious length of the snooze push, message and comfortable.

basketball team minute later Anthony awoke to the piercing, buzzing air of his alarm.

Muttering a nemesis under his breath, the Saami as always, he sighed and opened his heart, squinting against the light that pushed through his mantle to illuminate his chamber. This time, however, instead of setting his phone to snooze he sat up on his elbows, scooping up his telephone and unplugging the courser, letting the cable lazily fall to the floor as he switched off the alarm and checked his notifications. A few social spiritualist prodding and a selection of news narrative dotted his screen and he swiped them away, not yet in the human body of mood to like about either.

He set the earphone down and drop his legs out of bed, stretching his arms out and yawning as he stood and stepped forward into the frigidity of his apartment, making his way, bare infantry padding on the carpeting, 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 hair messy and unkempt, a pair of sinister squinting optic peering back, the hunch strain wearing null but a twain of get off Charles Grey boxer shorts.

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

After utilising the adeptness 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 former day 's increase, leaving his cheeks, jaw and neck smooth. He noted subconsciously that he was probably only a week away from needing a haircut to conserve his short professional fashion, but that was hereafter Susan B. Anthony's problem.

After finishing his shave he was already starting to expect better. He followed it up by brushing his teeth and while this made no advancement on his look, the cool mint on his taste buds helped to rout out him from the depths of sleep.

He gargled piss and spat, washing his toothbrush and putting it aside, moving to his shower unit of measurement which he switched on, leaving it for a few bit to let the temperature settle before he stepped under the hot water.

He tilted his head back, letting the water pour down over his hair, smoothing it and letting it continue in steamy little rivulet down the skin of his fit consistency. Relaxing even as the sensations lured him for the shadow of sleep.

After languishing in the enjoyable heat for a few long here and now he lathered himself with soap and washed out his hair with shampoo, letting the hot stream of water system wash the suds from his body before, a little regretfully, he switched the shower off, wiping the surplusage water from his skin before stepping from the unit of measurement onto a plush shower mat, feeling the diffuse warmth of it under his pes as he went about toweling himself off.

Dry, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, he loosely combed his fingertips through the poor nighttime hairsbreadth, parting it and settling it in his preferred fashion. He smiled to himself, breathing in to stress his figure, lean and athletic. He attended the gym occasionally, but he had to allow in the master cause for his figure was a divine metabolic process for which he was eternally grateful.

After giving himself one last look over he was somewhat pleased to confirm that the bathroom was down one shambling Neanderthal man and up one rich member of society.

Despite being the lonesome one in his apartment he modestly wrapped the towel around his waist, collecting his cast aside boxers 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 damp towel still clinging to his consistency began to neatly layout his lawsuit for the day ; ovalbumin pugilist, Shirley Temple Black gasp, black brake shoe, white shirt, black swath, 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 song and appreciated the catchy tune though he didn't sing along.

He finally set aside the towel as he started to garb, folding it over a radiator before pulling on his briefs and listening to the daily news bulletin. The news these days was predictable, always the same, always scandal, cataclysm, wars. It came to something, he thought, when the news was as act as his life.

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

After he was finished he gave himself one finis looking at over in the mirror, looking for any crimp or blemishes, any misapprehension or leave out release. Satisfied, he silenced his phone and slid it along with his wallet and headstone in their depute air hole and made his way out of his apartment into the cold brisk air of the cosmos, beginning the day-after-day commute.

The commute was prospicient than he would like, but not particularly gruelling, the tube running at regular interval and, thankfully, never so tightly packed that he was squished in future to former people. He also had the honest fortune of passage by a coffee booth which made the dawn bearable. A man should never dispute the value of a kiosk which sells truly skilful coffee, in which, if he could, he partook more than once a day.

Anthony didn't like to think he was addicted to the enticement of coffee, he merely required it to run. Like air, and multitude 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 foremost sip of his freshly buy umber, letting out a pleasant suspiration.

Anthony worked in the wonderfully fascinating world of finance and while the work was challenging it was never particularly new or interesting. Despite that, he did the work and did it well. There was no conflict that he was a worthful member of the workforce and, it was generally believed, could've been a team leader or third-year handler by now. However as opportunities and speckle to proceed high came and went, Anthony stayed where he was, never quite believing himself undecomposed enough to pace up in the world, once more contented.

He stepped from the elevator on his floor and navigated the workspace towards his desk. He wasn't the first in but was always one of them. The IT guy was already in, an older mannikin, one who had been working with PC's since way back before the cyberspace who was working on a colleague's machine which had probably been reported as broken the night before, likely fixing it before its user arrived that morning, a soundly guy by all chronicle. So too, he noticed was Charlene, a curvy shadow skinned adult female in her recently twenties or early thirties, an attractive woman with a simply incredible bust who has the tough luck of representing HR. There were four others of his team already in, the two newbies, John and Harry, both good men, Claire, a busty redheaded woodpecker who was so far out of his league that, despite working on the Saami squad as him, he was sure 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 precious 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 satisfaction as he logged in to his desktop and 8:59 rolled over to 9:00 on the dot. It was the humble victories that made the day go all quicker.

The day proceeded in a typically unremarkable fashion, the eternal rest of the office showed up, everyone got on with their work, masses talked, an acceptable level of predictable banter and tittle-tattle was had. Susan B. Anthony partook in it a slight, but mainly he focused on his work.

He was a little storm when Anne, his line handler came by his desk. While Anne made an effort to amalgamate with the squad, periodically moving around to check on everyone, Anthony had noticed she did so to a set schedule, likely following prompt in her workplace calendar. As she approached him he glanced at the clock at the corner of his windowpane. She wasn't due to check on him for another hour and a half, just before the end of the day.

"Can I take in a parole with you in my office for a min, Anthony ?"she asked, vocalisation friendly and placate, though the words sent a twinge of anxiety through him that catapulted his idea into overdrive. Had he made a mistake ? Was he in trouble ?

"Of row, now ?"he asked, returning her grin, though it was a piddling forced.

"If you can, please."

He glanced back at his background, mind rattling for some excuse as to why he would have to wait ten, or even just five minutes so he could find oneself out what he had done wrong and make some sort of action mechanism plan to fix it, but nothing immediately presented itself and he was, by all accounts, an honest man.

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

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

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

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

Anne was a married woman, in her late mid-forties with, from how often she spoke of them, he assumed as many small fry, and she liked to think of herself as having a maternally mien in the office. She had shoulder length mousy brownish hair that, causerie insisted, was dyed, though he didn't a good deal 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 gathering, but it had never progressed beyond that.

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

Bad sign.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She held up a helping hand, an almost wry smirk touching her back talk,"I appreciate the offering but I'm not occupy 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 tacit. He couldn't break 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 adept person, Susan B. Anthony. A corking worker, nice and sort, but you don't have any drive, any ambition."she said, bluntly.

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

"You need something in your liveliness to generate you that driveway, something to process towards, a goal."

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

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

Anthony eyed her, a little taken aback. It wasn't like Anne, he thought, to ingest such an interest group in his personal lifespan, though he began to question 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 speak, then hesitated, picking her words carefully,"I've set you up on a appointment with soul who I think you will get on well with."His expression must get 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 times as he processed that,"... A day of the month. With a woman."

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

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

"It's settled then. Eight pm, tonight at Quel Posto Italiano."She beamed, leaning back in her death chair as if the topic 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, though not by much, his team had gone there the Xmas past for a meal.

She nodded and smiled."You can evidence 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 coach, a precarious position.

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

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

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

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

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

She slinked away and Mark Anthony unlocked his PC. So much for a muted Fri eventide, he thought.

The rest of the day proceeded by the rule book, up to and including Anne's ‘ ad-lib'check on how he was getting on, right on schedule he noted, and the day finally wound to a close.

Usually, he might take in spent an extra hour or two at work, closing out project so he wouldn't worry about them over the weekend, but for the initiative time in a long clip, he had a day of the month he had to prepare for.

During his commute domicile, deep brown in manus he tried to imagine about the sort of adult female person 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 older, one of Anne's friends ? Would she be family ? A daughter or niece maybe ? Would she be quiet and reserved like Lucy, or something completely different ? He had no idea and before he knew it his thoughts had carried him abode.

Finding himself with about an hour and a half to kill before he had to go out he expend some prison term picking out his getup, the same smart perfunctory turnout, 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 manage. He didn't hold high hopes for the escort, in fact, it was practically a write-off, but he didn't see any reason not to at least show up looking his best.

Packing the essentials, phone, billfold and key 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 screen date.

As he arrived he scanned the eatery, not spotting any lone females he assumed, correctly, that he was here first. A server directed him to a tabular array and he ordered a trash of water, checking his phone he noted that he was around five minutes early, so he tried to decompress, though his gaze kept flickering towards the door.

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

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

He looked up and froze, mouth half open.

Before him stood a adult female, about his age and wearing a tenacious sleeved deep red richly neck opening blouse and knee joint length dame, she struck an image that was in one blink of an eye both awe inspiring and inspiring of dread.

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

First and foremost, she was just gorgeous. She had long red hair that she had, he assumed, used hair curler on to dedicate it a crinkly effect, her cat valium centre were simply captivating and her soundbox was so stark as to be of fabulous status. She was at the same time both slender and curvy, thin waisted but sporting a full female chest, her legs long and her skin light and unblemished.

second base but of no less shock on his chance 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 draw out her chair out for her.

"Hey Anthony, I hope I'm not too late ! fourth dimension got away from me."she explained apologetically as she gratefully took her place, her eyes tracking him all the way as he made his way back to his own seat.

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

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

"Uh…"

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

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

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

He swallowed a niggling, ineffective to let his diffidence get the in force of him,"Why would you want to date me ?"

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

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

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

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

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

She quickly lured him out of his case, her bubbly bright personality and insistent conversation all but forcing him to enjoy himself, not that he needed forcing, just that he was trying to compute 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 More and more. Despite her beauty and her skill at her job, he had expected, from her repute as a bit of an airhead, that there wasn't much more to her than he already knew, but he couldn't have been more wrong.

He quickly discovered that she loved sports, watching it daily and keeping up with the news, playing more than a few herself, including lawn tennis, which he too enjoyed on occasion after having played for his squad in college. Though that was a principal ingredient in her aliveness she had a wide miscellany of interests outside of sport, many of which they also shared, their love of film, their dear of music and, much to his surprisal, a lack of luck with the opposite gender.

He blinked, certain he had just misheard her,"I'm sorry, it's been how farsighted since your last boyfriend ?"he asked, articulation surprised as he sipped his coffee, their desserts finished. He knew asking the inquiry 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 little block, her smile slight.

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

She giggled a short, her blush brightening,"flatterer ... I'm not blind, or really that low, I know why the great unwashed look at me,"she glanced down at her own telling tear,"and I know what they're looking at when they do. It's not that guys aren't concerned in me, it's just that I do n't come up many that I think I'm really, you know, compatible with."

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

She let out a little suspire and eyed him with an expression he couldn't read, her smile gentle, maybe uneasy, maybe apologetic. He couldn't read it, but he was comrade with it. He put on a cushy lilliputian smile himself, as if to secernate her it was okay, that he was set. It was a shame, really, he'd quite enjoyed the even, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised that no matter how nice a mortal he was, he would be far below what she would want really.

"I dunno, I think we are…"she said, taking a oceanic abyss 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 words falling on deaf ears, the maiden half having gotten stuck in his mind.

"postponement, you're seriously concerned in me ? You ?"

She hesitated, a bit of a heater smile touching her lip,"Um… Yes ? Is that so intemperately to conceive ?"

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

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

Antonius shrugged, his grinning ontogenesis,"You're pretty perfect, honestly."he said raising a flush to her cheeks,"I'm sure whatever you think it is that solidification you apart from other women it just makes you you and it won't change my vox populi of you, which is pretty high gear aright now."

"You're really, really sweet Anthony, but maybe at to the lowest degree hear what it is before you commit to that idea."she said, lovesome, 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 tell him to feel better about herself, he wouldn't occlusion her.

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

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

She giggled a little and shook her head,"Ahh, I hoped I wouldn't have to explain…"she said, a trivial 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 breaker point of her finger.

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

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

He looked at her as his judgment turned over on itself, he didn't know women like her were a matter, they were rare in the human beings, but it was the first he was hearing about it. She was his dream girl, but she had a, well, a manhood, if he understood her right.

He would have to birth a discussion with Anne on Mon, ask her just what she thought his case was, because it seemed, if Claire was anything to go off of, Anne believed his eccentric was a beautiful, charming, intelligent, funny, fit, curvy women… His train of thought derailed before it even reached the point of her endowment. It didn't need to.

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

She brightened considerably, her normal bubbly self returning at his Bible, assuaging her fears that he might not have been the someone she hoped he was,"You mean that ?"she asked, spokesperson in high spirits and excited.

He nodded in verification, smiling at her, though he still had a few doubts in his mind, half wondering just what he had gotten himself into, he was sealed he had made the right option, she was his dream female child, he couldn't just let her slip through his finger for the sake of what was in her pants.

She bit her full easygoing lip, squirming a slight in her seat, clearly rapturous,"I really hoped you'd say that, but for a moment there…"she laughed cutely and brushed a few fibril of tomentum behind her ears,"Then to answer your doubtfulness, yes, yes I think we're compatible."

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

"Do you live far from here ?"She asked and he explained where he lived to her,"I live not too far from there ! I'm kind of on your path back from here, do you want to separate a cab ?"

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

They stood together outside the eating place in the chill Nox air, with Antony standing at six foot and Claire at five five, he found it toilsome to think a lady friend as feminine and rebuff 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 docile breeze was enough to receive her fold her arm over her stomach.

Having not brought a jacket with him either he had zippo on deal to offer her, but, taking a bit of a hazard he opened his arm to her.

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

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

He blushed brighter and nudged him in the ribs, drawing a jest from him that made her smile,"I just didn't think I'd get this lucky with you."she admitted, another gag rising from him.

"I'm pretty sure that 's my line."he said, gleefulness in his vocalisation as he gave her a soft niggling squeeze.

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

"Me too, Claire. I had no melodic theme 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 breast, holding him as he held her.

The uber arrived and they climbed into the binding, their number one wood, 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 bit, content in each other 's company before Anthony spoke,"So… What do you want to do for our indorse date ?"he asked, sure that they both wanted a repeat.

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

"That would be nice."he smiled,"I know a couple of trade good point we could go for a drink, and there 's a few courteous motion picture out at the mo, we could maybe go to the cinema on Sun ? Get a couple of drink 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 cabinet at mine… Tonight, if you want."

Mark Anthony opened his oral fissure in surprise and looked at her before turning his tending to the driver in the rear view mirror. The man looked at him with a sort of, ‘ what the Inferno are you looking at me for, are you an idiot ? looking at her,'expression 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 anxious, beginning to wonder just where this evening would lead.

She smiled and took his paw in hers, squeezing it. Remaining placidity for the unawares remainder of the journeying, both swimming in their own thought process about the early. As they arrived at her property he retrieved his sound, giving his uber driver five hotshot and a tip.

They climbed from the car and he looked around recognising the area, 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 modest heels clicking on the sidewalk as she steered him towards her station.

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

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

She kept it light and tidy as he did, but the flat was better decorated, the wall were painted bright colouring contrasting to the mostly Patrick White of his, but with the flat spaciousness the bright 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 threshold behind him,"How'd you get a place like this on our wage ?"

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

He stepped further in and cleared his throat, hearing her in the kitchen, the tinkling of specs. He caught sight of himself in a mirror and tilted his header a piddling, reaching up to run his fingertips through his hairsbreadth, doing his in force to square away it. He looked back towards the kitchen and saw Claire standing again in the doorway, this metre two glasses and a nursing bottle of wine held in her manpower, a grin on her typeface as she caught him blushing.

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

He smiled and nodded, moving to sit beside her as she poured out two measures of White person wine-coloured, handing him a glass which he sipped from gratefully.

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

He took the outside with awe and eyed it then the TV, switching it on and easily navigating the menus to Netflix. He knew this was some sort of a mental test, what movie would he put on ? Would he put on a romance to try and woo her ? Would he put on an action cinema because he loved it ? Would he put on a comedy because all char just want a man that could make them laugh ? He flicked through the option of TV show, movies and funniness nighttime and she watched with interest until he finally came to the end, the simply conclusion there could be.

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

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

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

She was far to a greater extent intoxicating than the wine-colored was, her slender torso tender and soft against his, snuggled up against him as she was it afforded him a persuasion down her top that, with his inhibitions lowered good manners of the wine-colored, he found himself glancing at Thomas More than once. She smelled sweet and he found himself thinking about her more than than the film.

He had said he would accept her no subject what and even knowing what he did now his notion hadn't been swayed in the least. He'd never thought of himself as anything other as heterosexual, but the sentiment of Claire having a humanity 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 affair 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 plebeian, a chemical science even. His sex wasn't important, she was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan Anthony blushed brightly, realising she had had the same amount to pledge 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 niggling,"And ? ... What 's the verdict now you've actually given yourself time to cogitate 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 ma'am hm ?"

"Ah, sorry, I mean-"

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

"Less fun ?"he asked.

"well, then I wouldn't be able to teach you how to have it off it…"she said, her representative low and sultry, her eyes full of promises.

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

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

He didn't result, all his life he'd let chances decease him by, girls he might've had a crack with ignored, publicity overlooked, chance, possibilities, all passing play by.

She looked hopeful.

No more lack probability. 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 script moving up his arm to grip his shoulder, the former bunching his shirt in her fist.

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

It was a whirlwind romance and they both knew it, but Dame Muriel Spark were flying and they were releasing what felt alike class of pent up energy, neither of them had had much luck with the opposite sex and in each early they had found someone they each found incredibly attractive and who, seemingly, understood.

With their flowering connection and their wine weakened suppression, their thinly veiled pretence of not wanting to just leap at each other had fallen away quickly.

She rose to stand and as she did she dragged him by the shirt arrest to stand too, all the while kissing as his manpower glided down her physical structure, tracing the logical argument of her consistency, her slender waistline, her curve, resting his bridge player on her hips as she started to tread towards the bedroom, towing him, both her bridge player at his pinch to start unbuttoning his shirt revealing the tranquil peel of his chest.

Backing towards her room she accidentally, too distracted with him backed herself against a wall and he loomed to stand up over her, the osculate deepening as their knife met, agile and bore as they sought each other out, his hands moving down and around, cupping her ass nerve and squeezing.

She moaned into the osculation 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 shank, holding onto him as they made out, her back pressed against the wall and her swelling gift pressing to his venter, not that he noticed or cared.

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

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

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 diffuse canvass 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 hump, but ignoring it for now. He slid his fingerbreadth under her top to caress his tips across her flat 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 arms above her head, resting them on the bed as he continued to propel her shirt up and off her organic structure, kissing as he moved, even pressing a few flaccid osculation into the framework cup of her substantial bra.

Eagerness merging with impatience he pressed his fingerbreadth under her back and, arching her rear she raised herself, giving elbow room for his questing fingers to find and, a lilliputian clumsily, unhook her bra.

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

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

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

She giggled a little, her chest bouncing to her mirth just behind the unaffixed covering fire of her bra, which she removed, tossing it aside and letting her heavy entire titty spill relinquish into his sight,"How about n-mm…"

She was interrupted as he again leaned in to kiss her, her to the full breasts squishing against his chest, their warmth magic against him. He reached a bridge player between them to cup and pressure one of the soft mounds, eliciting a groan of pleasance for the missy as she squirmed against him wanting more.

He delivered, kissing down over her jaw to her slender neck, continuing his seduction back down her body until his lip were pressing into the to the full softness of her chest, finding one of her nipples and drawing it between his lips, his handwriting massaging the tremendous flesh as he sucked and flicked his tongue across her raw nipple.

By now the bulge that he had been ignoring was all but pleading for care, an unmistakable firmness pressing into his consistence, he looked up at her and saw the mutual pleading in her eyes. She wanted more, so much more and he knew in her locution that this wouldn't be the sort of relationship where her lustfulness would go ungoverned as he sated his, if anything he suspected he might stimulate to crusade for it not to be the opposite.

"Please…"she begged, shamelessly.

Hesitating just for a moment he hooked his thumbs under the band of her skirt and the tenuous fabric of her panties and began to make for both downwards.

He admired her perfect porcelain peel, flawless from her nose to her toes in both its feel and how it felt under his finger's breadth, but as he discarded the last of her clothes he finally let his oculus rest on the instrument that he had known about, but could still hardly believe.

Typically, the low gear matter he noticed was how a great deal bigger than him she was. Not that he was humble, in fact he proudly considered himself above norm in that department, but she was simply huge, at to the lowest degree nine inches and as thick as a can of red Irish bull, her monumental and very hard stopcock, pointed straight up, red tip glistening where drops of pre had been rubbed into it by her pantie as she had shifted and squirmed, a twosome of heavy balls hung below, the totally affair smooth and hairless.

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

egg laying between her second joint he looked up, past the thick turncock that slightly pulsed and bobbed before his eyes, past the heavy swell of her breasts as they rose and fell in tandem bicycle with her breathing place into that familiar face, so well known to him but now so strange in its lust for him, her commons 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 lips to the underside her cock where it met her balls and she let her direct fall back against the bed, her curled red hair splaying out as she moaned in pleasure and the sudden relief of ‘ will he, wo n't he'stress that she hadn't even realised had been building up inside of her was washed away in an instant.

He closed his eye, fully mindful of what he was doing, pleasuring a beautiful adult female who wanted him, nothing else on the topic mattered to him, it didn't need to.

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

She writhed against the bed as her cock leaked pre between his sass, she was proving to be a vocal cooperator, with each tiny activity from him drawing Forth River a new and distinguishable moan of pleasure from her lips.

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

He didn't slow or stop, focusing more on the lushness of her voice and the musical delight within it than any of the other sentiency currently washing over him.

"You're so good…"she purred, writhing against him as her hands trailed down, one resting on the spinal column of his principal, urging him on, the early gripping and squeezing her own full white meat, plucking at her to the full pap with quarter round 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 sensible ruby tip, not knowing what to do, but knowing what he enjoyed, simply trying his effective to emulate that and using her counseling to help. As his tongue flicked the underside of her tip she gripped his head a little tighter, spurring him on to duplicate the activeness, her stage shifting as she moved, lost in the pleasure.

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

He paused, drawing one finis fourth dimension on her thick cock before letting it pop free of his warm wet oral cavity, panting softly as he looked up at her, nodding a little, rising to his ft and fumbling at his belt, looking down to engage in the sight that was Claire.

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you set for more ?"she asked softly, her eyes half lidded, her manus snaking across his hip to squeeze 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 flatboat body comfortable on his, her breasts pressed warmly to his chest.

Their lingua mingled as she slowly gyrated her rose hip, grinding her pecker 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 osculation and looking up at her,"You… Want to ? ..."

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

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

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

After biting one full lip at the sight of him for a present moment she raised her script and spat on her finger, urging them down between their bodies, Anthony feeling the alien sensation of a duad of wet fingerbreadth gently probing at him, lubricating him, preparing him.

"You're so beautiful Anthony…"she said in a low, have intercourse part, her Word of God contrasting lewdly with her actions as she continued to develop his virgin hole and rub spittle into her chummy cock.

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

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

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

He breathed hard and tried to slow down, but found it unmanageable as the insistence built and built.

She pushed then pulled back, letting him get used to her attempts and just enjoying the sensation of heat and pressing against her sensible pecker head even if she wasn't yet inside him, his cheeks hugging her raw appendage felt amazing.

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

This clip as the pressure mounted, the building sensations almost becoming unbearable there was a sudden give and she lurched forward a couple of inches, the ruby tip of her cock and the top inch of her pale shaft sinking into his now spread hole.

He arched his dorsum and cried out in pain, gritting his teeth as she bit her lip to withhold a deep moan.

Instead she lay down, pressing her breasts into his chest as her hired hand moved up to caress his tomentum, leaving her prick inside him, allowing his soaked band to adjust to her telling girth.

"Shh, it's okay… It 's okay, the first meter 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 yoke long minutes before pulling back a little and looking at him, hopeful.

He bit his lip, but nodded, closing his eye and gripping the weather sheet in preparation.

She smiled and moved back up onto her knee joint, looking down and seeing for the initiative time where they were joined, the very tip of her thick putz vanished inside his closeness, it looked so effective, so tantalizing, more than ever she knew he was the one, that he would pass a lot of prison term in his electric current place, not as a toy, or just a supporter with benefits, but as her biography partner.

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

He gasped, whimpered and writhed, struggling to issue forth to condition with just how tight the fit was and just how much cock she was urging into him, but he never told her to quit, 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 marvelous, taking her cock like a ace, letting her get-up-and-go forward until, to their mutual surprise, she had buried her integral python inside of him in one single, albeit dense push.

She didn't afford him as much of an acclimatization menses this sentence, instead pulling out, only to push back in, her bm solely orchestrated by the gyrating of her hips, her heart locked on his look, though he had his centre closed, she revelled in the flavor of determination. She knew it wouldn't feel trade good for him, yet, but his sheer willpower in going through this small-scale trial by ordeal for her pleasure was such a turn on for her that she found herself admiring and lusting after him Sir Thomas More and more with each passing second, even as she finally sated those needs.

Their breaths joined in tempo, matching one another to the slow driving poking of her cock as it slid in and out of him, making obtuse love life to him, her noises again blame up.

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

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

As her gait quickened he too found himself making soft lewd noises in time with her prick move, each button seemingly to process its way so inscrutable into him as to agitate the air out of his lungs in a thick gasping moan, there was no pleasure yet, but the pain was certainly outweighed by the insanity of the state of affairs, here he was, on his back, the power beauty between his thigh making easy passionate love to him in a way he'd never even considered possible. And he was enjoying it, enjoying the intimacy, enjoying the tactile sensation of a woman in his arms and most of all, enjoying the noises she was making, especially when her moan and gasps started to evolve, each one becoming a lewd mimic of his figure 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 wake and impassioned as his consistence started to rock with the mounting force of each thrust, her titty bouncing as the distinctive noise of soundbox slapping against each other rose to mix with the already musical tune of their two pleasured voices.

The pleasure coursing through her body became so intense as she fucked his tight ass that her own body seemingly became too gruelling to support as she leaned forward, embracing him as he wrapped his arm around her, thighs spread extensive as she became less focused, More fantastic and needy, her view for his fountainhead being fading away just a slight as she was taken by the animalistic need to for pleasure brought on by a comrade rising sensation in her orchis, one she felt often whenever she ‘ saw to herself ’, but never at this strength.

They didn't need Christian Bible now, nothing they could've said would've stopped the inevitable as they both felt her stopcock become steely punishing inside him, pulsing and throbbing in tune with her pulsation.

She felt herself crest the peak and she forced her sassing tight to his, her tongue driving between his rim to meet his own, equally as excited and keen as her own to throw out as pyrotechnic exploded in her read/write head, a surging sense experience running down her rooster as she began to run out her sound, smooth Lucille Ball inside of him, each pulse sending another consortium of white recondite into him, filling him with even more foreign sensations which were, he couldn't deny, starting to feel good.

This first time, his first off ever, may throw been a more unmanageable experience for him, but with how he felt in this very moment, he wanted to feel it again, to see how it would feel now he knew what to have a bun in the oven, now he was more prepared. He had no doubt it would feel better and comfortably as time went on and he was excited to find that out for himself.

She collapsed on top him, spent, her peter still hard, spitting out the net few creamy driblet of her thick cum into his seeded ass, his arms gently caressing her consistency sending shivers down her spur. She was falling so madly in love with him, more so with each passing second and she could only trust and pray he felt the same.

His phonation came out easy, worn out and rash with atonement 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 showtime appointment, did we ?"he asked and she smiled, he, like her, was looking to their time to come together, already trying to safeguard it.

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

He bit his lip a short then nodded,"Maybe, coffee and Danish ? I know a couple of good 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 upright burnt umber and danishes at mine… Tomorrow morning, after a second round…"

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

"Then we can have a one-third troll in the changing room…"she said in a quiet but energize tone.

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

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

-- -- -

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

"Yup."Anthony nodded.

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

"Yup."

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

"Mmhm."Antony nodded some, smirking.

"And then she spent the nighttime 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 racetrack phonograph record with women."

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

"Then why wo n't you tell us her name ?"John said, sleeve folded still as he raised his eyebrows.

Antonius 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 piffling patch, at to the lowest degree 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, Anthony's as happy as a cloud but he wo n't say why. He's making up a story that he got a little girl but, do on, what do you retrieve's going on with him, really ?"

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

"Pff you think ?"Harry said, dismissive.

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

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

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

"Done deal."they both nodded, pulling out a bank note each and the three of them turned on Antony."Go on then Antony, if you can establish you've got a girl, you'll win Claire here twenty bucks."

He looked at Claire,"Well…"

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

The sudden silence was broken by the sound of the HR example choking on her coffee.

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

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

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

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