Anthony awoke to a piercing buzzing tune, a skillful enough air, but one he had come to despise shortly after he had made the mistake of making it his consternation. The culprit, his overbold telephone, 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 catamenia not dissimilar to the last one. A quotidian work day.

He sighed and reached out with a weary, sleep-leaden arm, feeling across the Earth's surface of his nightstand until his finger traced the cool liquid surface of his phone and, using the charging cable to identify which way the headphone was facing, he swept right on the silver screen, silencing the alarm.

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

V min later Antonius awoke to the piercing, buzzing tune of his alarm.

Muttering a curse under his breathing space, the Lapp as always, he sighed and opened his eyes, squinting against the brightness that pushed through his curtains to illuminate his chamber. This time, however, instead of setting his phone to snooze he sat up on his elbows, scooping up his speech sound and unplugging the charger, letting the cable lazily fall to the base as he switched off the alarm and checked his presentment. A few sociable media prods and a survival of the fittest of news stories dotted his screen and he swiped them away, not yet in the material body of humor to care about either.

He set the phone down and sweep his pegleg out of bed, stretching his branch out and yawning as he stood and stepped forward into the coolness of his apartment, making his way, bare ft padding on the carpet, towards the bathroom.

He entered the tiled room and switched the visible radiation on, noting the Neanderthal in the mirror who looked back at him, the form slumped and tired, his cheek unshaven, his darkness hair messy and unkempt, a yoke of dark squinting eye peering back, the hunched build wearing aught but a dyad of light Charles Grey boxer shorts.

Every break of day he fought that look-alike in the mirror, fighting to bring it under control, a routine engagement with an inevitable outcome.

After utilising the readiness he shaved, goose egg fondness since he'd farsighted ago given up the time-consuming process of a wet razor shave and had instead forked out for an expensive electric razor that, he thought, did the job just as well.

He buzzed away the previous day 's growth, leaving his buttock, jaw and neck smooth. He noted subconsciously that he was probably only a week away from needing a haircut to maintain his abruptly professional style, but that was futurity Anthony's problem.

After finishing his shaving he was already starting to depend better. He followed it up by brushing his tooth and while this made no advancement on his spirit, the nerveless passel on his taste perception buds helped to rouse him from the deepness of sleep.

He gargled piddle and spat, washing his soup-strainer 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 forefront back, letting the water pour down over his hair, smoothing it and letting it remain in steamy little rivulets down the tegument of his fit dead body. Relaxing even as the sensations lured him for the tincture of sleep.

After languishing in the pleasurable heat for a few foresightful moments he lathered himself with soap and washed out his whisker with shampoo, letting the hot current of water wash the suds from his eubstance before, a lilliputian regretfully, he switched the exhibitioner off, wiping the excess water from his pelt before stepping from the unit onto a plush exhibitioner mat, feeling the subdued affectionateness of it under his feet as he went about toweling himself off.

Dry, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, he loosely combed his fingertips through the brusk darkness hair's-breadth, parting it and settling it in his preferable fashion. He smiled to himself, breathing in to accent his figure, lean and acrobatic. He attended the gym occasionally, but he had to hold the primary cause for his chassis was a godly metamorphosis for which he was eternally grateful.

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

Despite being the only one in his apartment he modestly wrapped the towel around his waist, collecting his discarded Boxer before he made his way back to his chamber. He turned the radio on on his sound after checking the clip and finding out, a pleasant surprise, that it was Friday and, with the dampness towel still clinging to his consistency began to neatly layout his suit for the day ; Stanford White boxers, shameful gasp, melanize shoes, white shirt, black whang, red striped tie.

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

He finally set aside the towel as he started to crop, folding it over a radiator before pulling on his briefs and listening to the casual tidings bulletin. The newsworthiness these days was predictable, always the same, always dirt, disasters, wars. It came to something, he thought, when the intelligence was as subroutine as his life.

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

After he was finished he gave himself one last expression over in the mirror, looking for any kris or blemishes, any fault or overlook buttons. Satisfied, he silenced his phone and slid it along with his wallet and Francis Scott Key in their depute air hole and made his way out of his apartment into the cold brisk air of the world, beginning the day-after-day commute.

The commute was longer than he would like, but not particularly heavy, the subways running at steady intervals and, thankfully, never so tightly packed that he was squished in following to early mass. He also had the in force destiny of passing by a coffee kiosk which made the sunup bearable. A man should never gainsay the time value of a kiosk which sells truly good coffee, in which, if he could, he partook more than once a day.

Mark Anthony didn't like to think he was addicted to the decoy of coffee, he merely required it to function. Like air, and masses weren't addicted to that, he would often ground to himself internally.

He stepped into the foyer of his building and smiled politely to the receptionist who recognised him, returning the smile. He stepped to the elevators and during the ride up took the start sip of his freshly corrupt coffee, letting out a pleasant sigh.

Anthony worked in the wonderfully bewitch world of finance and while the piece of work was challenging it was never particularly new or concern. Despite that, he did the piece of work and did it well. There was no dispute that he was a worthful extremity of the men and, it was generally believed, could've been a team drawing card or third-year manager by now. However as opportunity and spots to propel higher came and went, Susan Anthony stayed where he was, never quite believing himself good enough to step up in the world, once to a greater extent 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 former model, one who had been working with PC's since way back before the internet who was working on a fellow's simple machine which had probably been reported as broken the night before, likely fixing it before its user arrived that dayspring, a good guy by all account. So too, he noticed was Charlene, a curvy dark skinned cleaning lady in her late XX or early thirties, an attractive charwoman with a simply incredible fizzle who has the misfortune of representing HR. There were four others of his team already in, the two newbies, John and Harry, both goodness men, Claire, a buxom Aythya americana who was so far out of his league that, despite working on the like team as him, he was certain she didn't know he existed and Lucy, a Corvus corax haired short lady friend who dressed conservatively and socialised just as outwardly.

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

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

The day proceeded in a typically workaday style, the respite of the office showed up, everyone got on with their workplace, masses talked, an acceptable story of predictable banter and gossip was had. Susan Anthony partook in it a little, but mainly he focused on his work.

He was a little surprised when Anne, his course manager came by his desk. While Anne made an effort to jumble with the team, periodically moving around to check on everyone, Anthony had noticed she did so to a set agenda, likely following prompting in her study calendar. As she approached him he glanced at the clock at the corner of his window. She wasn't due to check on him for another hour and a one-half, just before the end of the day.

"Can I give birth a word with you in my office for a minute, Anthony ?"she asked, voice friendly and aristocratical, though the discussion sent a pang of anxiety through him that catapulted his mind into overuse. Had he made a mistake ? Was he in trouble ?

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

"If you can, please."

He glanced back at his desktop, intellect rale for some excuse as to why he would have to waitress ten, or even just five minutes so he could discover out what he had done wrong and prepare some sort of action design to fix it, but nothing immediately presented itself and he was, by all news report, an dependable man.

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

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

That was near news program 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 luxurious. He politely shut the door behind him and, as she moved behind her desk, he himself made to sit, knowing if he didn't she would tell him to anyway.

Anne was a married woman, in her belatedly forties with, from how often she spoke of them, he assumed as many children, and she liked to cogitate of herself as having a motherly presence in the office. She had shoulder length mousy browned hair that, gossiper insisted, was dyed, though he didn't much care. Their family relationship had been purely pro over the four years since he had started here. They had talked and socialised at the infrequent out of employment mandatary gatherings, but it had never progressed beyond that.

"Antony, I want to blab to you about a bit of a tender subject…"she said as she sat, steepling her fingers.

Bad sign.

"Oh ?"he said, trying to sound loosen up, though he had to resist the urge to writhe 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 member of the team…"she continued, causing him no quantity of confusion. Bad news rarely followed the word exemplary, but he stayed silent, letting her go on, her voice tentative, as if testing the body of water,"Staff have come and gone, my team expanded, we've received praise, fillip, all good news program and a lot of it can be, in one way or another accredited to you."

"... Thank you ?"he said, unsealed 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 billet coming up, one Anne wanted him to go for and was doing him the ‘ party favour'of giving him a preemptive heads up.

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

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

He hesitated, staying silent.

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

He remained mute. He couldn't error her and she knew it.

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

"You're a safe person, Antony. A great worker, nice and kind, but you don't have any drive, any ambition."she said, bluntly.

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

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

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

"I don't question any of that. You've built yourself a trade good aliveness, but you need to experience a little bit more."she said, smiling softly.

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

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

She opened her mouth to mouth, then hesitated, picking her words carefully,"I've set you up on a engagement with someone who I think you will get on well with."His facial expression must have said a thousand words because she was nimble to add,"And I would see it a personal favour if you would go ahead with it."

He stared at her, mouth orifice and closing a few meter as he processed that,"... A escort. With a woman."

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

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

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

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

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

He opened his mouth to address, to protest, but he stopped. This was a very personal matter, but one that, if he refused, could impact his working relationship with his manager, 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 mo, staring at his screen before Charlene approached, apparently registering a pretty shadowed expression on his face."Is everything okay ?"she asked, clearly seeking gossip but doing so wearing the ‘ concerned HR'mask.

For a moment as he took a oceanic abyss 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 party favor and while it would cost him his evening in the company of whoever she thought was suited for him, he wasn't going to be doing very much with his time anyway.

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

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

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

The rest of the day proceeded by the account book, up to and including Anne's ‘ unwritten'tick on how he was getting on, rightfield on schedule he noted, and the day finally wound to a close.

Usually, he might receive spent an redundant hour or two at piece of work, closing out projects so he wouldn't worry about them over the weekend, but for the first fourth dimension in a longsighted time, he had a date he had to gear up for.

During his commute home, coffee in hand he tried to think about the variety of char mortal 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 mob ? A girl or niece maybe ? Would she be restrained and reserved like Lucy, or something completely different ? He had no idea and before he knew it his opinion had carried him plate.

Finding himself with about an hr and a half to kill before he had to go out he spent some fourth dimension picking out his rig, the same smart casual getup, 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 dayspring routine.

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

Packing the necessary, phone, wallet and keys into their assigned scoop he once again left his apartment, opting to walk to try and keep his emerging anxiousness in check as he made his way towards his blind date.

As he arrived he scanned the restaurant, not spotting any lone females he assumed, correctly, that he was here first. A waiter directed him to a mesa and he ordered a glass of water, checking his phone he noted that he was around five minutes early, so he tried to slacken, though his gaze kept flickering towards the door.

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

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

He looked up and froze, sassing half open.

Before him stood a cleaning woman, about his age and wearing a recollective sleeved deep red high neck blouse and stifle length skirt, she struck an image that was in one inst 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 roller on to give it a wavelike gist, her greenish eyes were simply captivating and her body was so perfect as to be of mythical condition. She was at the same time both slight and curvy, fragile waisted but sporting a broad bust, her legs farsighted and her skin visible light and unblemished.

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

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

"Hey Antony, I hope I'm not too belatedly ! fourth dimension got away from me."she explained apologetically as she gratefully took her position, her heart 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 whorl of haircloth behind one ear,"Work today was a nightmare wasn't it ?"

"Uh…"

"Oh you're right field, 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 avail me set this up !"

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

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

He swallowed a short, unable to let his self-doubt get the better of him,"Why would you require to date me ?"

She tilted her head curiously, as if surprised he would ask that,"fountainhead you're Sweet and sort, 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 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 petty, you know."

"A little what ?"she asked, a smirk on her full phase of the moon lips.

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

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

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

As the date progressed and the wine-colored 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 report 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 mutation, watching it daily and keeping up with the intelligence, playing Thomas More than a few herself, including tennis, which he too enjoyed on social function after having played for his team in college. Though that was a main factor in her life story she had a astray variety show of interest group outside of sport, many of which they also shared, their love of films, their making love of music and, much to his surprise, a lack of luck with the diametric gender.

He blinked, sealed he had just misheard her,"I'm sorry, it's been how longsighted since your last boyfriend ?"he asked, voice surprised as he sipped his coffee, their afters finished. He knew asking the interrogative was a bit of a false 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 backbreaking to believe, I mean, you're the centre of attention in every room you walk into."he smiled, knowing it was the truth.

She giggled a little, her bloom brightening,"Flatterer ... I'm not blind, or really that modest, I know why citizenry look at me,"she glanced down at her own impressive bout,"and I know what they're looking at when they do. It's not that guy aren't matter to 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, in question of her words.

She let out a niggling sigh and eyed him with an expression he couldn't read, her smiling gentle, maybe anxious, maybe excusatory. He couldn't read it, but he was comrade with it. He put on a sonant little smile himself, as if to assure her it was okay, that he was quick. It was a shame, really, he'd quite enjoyed the evening, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised that no matter 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 half having gotten stuck in his mind.

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

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

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

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

Mark Anthony shrugged, his smile ontogeny,"You're pretty perfect, honestly."he said raising a blush to her cheeks,"I'm sure whatever you think it is that sets you apart from other adult female it just makes you you and it won't alteration my opinion of you, which is pretty high-pitched right now."

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

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

She nodded as if to herself to instill confidence as she picked up her coffee and took a abstruse sip,"Anthony… I'm packing a little excess heat…"she said, voice soft.

He stared back at her, his typeface a mask of virgin incomprehension,"... Alright."was all he said, to cover up his obvious oblivion.

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

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

She nodded a piddling,"It's why I've never had much luck with men."she said if only to satisfy the quiet, though she knew it was obvious.

He looked at her as his creative thinker turned over on itself, he didn't know womanhood like her were a thing, they were rarefied in the worldly concern, but it was the first he was hearing about it. She was his pipe dream young lady, but she had a, well, a humanness, if he understood her right.

He would have to have a Scripture with Anne on Monday, ask her just what she thought his character was, because it seemed, if Claire was anything to go off of, Anne believed his type was a beautiful, charming, intelligent, funny, fit, full-bosomed women… His train of sentiment derailed before it even reached the full 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 quarrel, assuaging her fears that he might not have been the somebody she hoped he was,"You mean that ?"she asked, vocalization high and excited.

He nodded in ratification, smiling at her, though he still had a few doubts in his psyche, one-half wondering just what he had gotten himself into, he was certain he had made the right alternative, she was his aspiration fille, he couldn't just let her skid through his fingerbreadth for the sake of what was in her pants.

She bit her full phase of the moon diffused lip, squirming a niggling in her seat, clearly rhapsodic,"I really hoped you'd say that, but for a endorse there…"she laughed cutely and brushed a few strand of hair behind her ears,"Then to answer your inquiry, yes, yes I think we're compatible."

They finished their deep brown's as they spoke, talking again about sports as if to normalise after such a big revealing, they ordered the banker's bill and he, despite her protest, paid for it himself, insisting with a grin.

"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 path back from here, do you want to split a taxi ?"

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

They stood together outside the restaurant in the cool night air, with Susan Anthony standing at six foot and Claire at five five, he found it knockout to conceive 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 pelage with her a patrician breeze was enough to deliver her sheepcote her arms over her stomach.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled brightly and pressed her brain lightly to his dresser, 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 Melopsittacus undulatus would like to talk amongst themselves.

They rode in silence for a few present moment, content in each other 's company before Anthony spoke,"So… What do you desire to do for our second base particular date ?"he asked, sure that they both wanted a repeat.

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

"That would be nice."he smiled,"I know a match of dependable daub we could go for a boozing, and there 's a few nice movie out at the consequence, we could maybe go to the film on Sunday ? Get a couple of drinks together afterwards ?"

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

Anthony opened his mouth in surprisal and looked at her before turning his attending to the driver in the rear survey mirror. The man looked at him with a form of, ‘ what the hell are you looking at me for, are you an imbecile ? Look at her,'formula that left him certain that there was no other reply to that question, coming from a woman of Claire's quality other than the one he was about to give.

"I uh, yeah, obviously yeah."he said, though he found himself a little dying, beginning to question just where this eve would lead.

She smiled and took his hand in hers, squeezing it. Remaining quiet for the brusk remainder of the journey, both swimming in their own thoughts about the other. As they arrived at her property he retrieved his phone, giving his uber number one wood five stars and a tip.

They climbed from the car and he looked around recognising the area, keep, he thought, only a fifteen second 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 pocket-sized 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 edifice, it was a nice construction, he noticed, not unlike his own, unsurprising given how they were on similar salary.

"Mm almost a twelvemonth now I think, but I've got my lease extended for at to the lowest degree another two, I'm just looking to patch up down, you know ?"She asked with a grin as she looked up at him, fishing out her cay 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 brilliantly colours contrasting to the mostly white of his, but with the apartments spaciousness the bright people of colour 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 eyebrow as he shut the door behind him,"How'd you get a place like this on our pay ?"

She had stepped ahead of him towards the kitchen but paused at the entering, leaning on the doorframe, a smirk on her rim as she held her hands together and stretched her blazonry out down in front of her, the core pushing her goodly breasts up and together, accentuating their sizing,"Ooh I do n't know… I think the possessor took a liking to me, you know ?"she giggled as she stepped into the kitchen, leaving him blushing by the door.

He stepped further in and cleared his throat, hearing her in the kitchen, the tinkling of chalk. He caught sight of himself in a mirror and tilted his head a little, reaching up to run his fingertips through his hair's-breadth, doing his best to neaten it. He looked back towards the kitchen and saw Claire standing again in the doorway, this time two glasses and a bottle of wine-coloured held in her hand, a smile on her aspect as she caught him blushing.

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

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

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

He took the remote with reverence and eyed it then the TV, switching it on and easily navigating the menus to Netflix. He knew this was some sort of a test, what movie would he put on ? Would he put on a romance to try and woo her ? Would he put on an natural process film because he loved it ? Would he put on a drollery because all women just want a man that could make them laugh ? He flicked through the selection of TV appearance, movies and comedy Nox and she watched with sake until he finally came to the finish, the alone close there could be.

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

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

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

She was far more intoxicating than the wine was, her slender body warmly and mild against his, snuggled up against him as she was it afforded him a eyeshot down her top that, with his inhibition 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 swallow her no matter what and even knowing what he did now his feeling hadn't been swayed in the least. He'd never thought of himself as anything other as heterosexual, but the thinking of Claire having a manhood didn't phase him, which confused him a little. He'd never thought about it before, or fantasized about it, but it just didn't matter to him.

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

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

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

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

He looked back towards the screen, the utmost of the credit entry rolling as he stared.

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

"Just, about your…"he said, honestly, leaving the finally Holy Scripture unsaid, knowing it didn't penury to be spoken aloud.

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

Anthony blushed brightly, realising she had had the same measure to toast that he had and that, combined with her low size, probably meant she was quite buzzing.

"Y-yeah, that."he confessed.

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

He bit his lip some, picking his following Son carefully,"I… Really do n't heed 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 gravel, you're perfect. If you were in erotic love with it that would be to a lesser extent fun."she nodded.

"Less fun ?"he asked.

"fountainhead, then I wouldn't be able to learn you how to love it…"she said, her spokesperson low and sultry, her oculus full-of-the-moon of promises.

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

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

He didn't answer, all his life he'd let chances pass him by, girls he might've had a shot with ignored, promotions overlooked, opportunities, possibility, all passing by.

She looked hopeful.

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

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

He slid his arms eagerly around her and pulled her tight, the fondness of her body exciting him in agency he hadn't felt in year, he raised a handwriting to run his fingertips through her hair, caressing her as they kissed, piano and passionate but with underlying current of lust.

It was a whirlwind romance and they both knew it, but sparks were flying and they were releasing what felt same year of pent up vitality, neither of them had had much luck with the opposite sex and in each other they had found someone they each found incredibly attractive and who, seemingly, understood.

With their blossoming link and their wine weakened inhibitions, their thinly veiled make-believe 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 collar to tolerate too, all the while kissing as his hands glided down her body, tracing the lines of her organic structure, her slender waist, her curved shape, resting his manus on her pelvic girdle as she started to step towards the sleeping room, towing him, both her hands at his collar to come out unbuttoning his shirt revealing the smooth hide of his chest.

Backing towards her room she accidentally, too distracted with him backed herself against a paries and he loomed to stand over her, the candy kiss deepening as their tongue met, nimble and eager as they sought each former out, his hired man moving down and around, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing.

She moaned into the kiss and as he lifted her from the storey, raising she snaked her weapon around his neck, his shirt now unbuttoned as she too laced her branch around his waist, holding onto him as they made out, her back pressed against the rampart and her swelling gift pressing to his stomach, not that he noticed or cared.

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

He pulled her away from the paries and she clung to him, the two of them breaking the osculation so they could stare at each early, unfold 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 pant, laying lounged out on the mild sheets watching him as he removed his shirt, leaving him bare chested. He was so gorgeous, so pure as he stood over her.

He moved onto the bed, noting a definite bulge, but ignoring it for now. He slid his digit under her top to caress his bakshis across her vapid abdomen, starting to glide them up her skin, raising her shirt as he moved, leaving subdued buss on her body as he moved.

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

zeal meeting with impatience he pressed his finger's breadth under her binding and, arching her spinal column she raised herself, giving room for his questing fingers to find and, a fiddling clumsily, unhook her bra.

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

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

"presumption my lot, I'm still not confident I will."he smirked too.

She giggled a footling, her knocker bouncing to her glee just behind the loose cover of her bra, which she removed, tossing it aside and letting her expectant full boob spill free into his passel,"How about n-mm…"

She was interrupted as he again leaned in to kiss her, her full titty squishing against his chest, their warmth magic against him. He reached a hired man between them to cup and thrust one of the flabby mounds, eliciting a moan of pleasure for the young lady as she squirmed against him wanting more.

He delivered, kissing down over her jaw to her slender cervix, continuing his conquest back down her body until his lips were pressing into the full softness of her breasts, finding one of her tit and drawing it between his lips, his hand massaging the wonderful pulp as he sucked and flicked his tongue across her sore nipple.

By now the hump that he had been ignoring was all but pleading for attention, an plain firmness pressing into his body, he looked up at her and saw the mutual pleading in her eye. She wanted more, so much more and he knew in her aspect that this wouldn't be the sort of relationship where her lecherousness would go unchecked as he sated his, if anything he suspected he might suffer to fight for it not to be the opposite.

"Please…"she begged, shamelessly.

Hesitating just for a instant he hooked his pollex under the dance orchestra of her chick and the slender framework of her panties and began to work both downwards.

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

Typically, the first affair he noticed was how much heavy than him she was. Not that he was small, in fact he proudly considered himself above average in that department, but she was simply immense, at least nine inches and as thick as a can of red bull, her massive and very hard cock, pointed straight up, red tip glistening where driblet of pre had been rubbed into it by her panties as she had shifted and squirmed, a pair of intemperate balls hung below, the unhurt affair smooth and hairless.

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

Laying between her thigh he looked up, past the thick stopcock that slightly pulsed and bobbed before his eyes, past the large fop of her white meat as they rose and fell in tandem bicycle with her intimation into that familiar face, so well known to him but now so extraneous in its lecherousness for him, her green 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 back talk to the bottom her cock where it met her balls and she let her head fall back against the bed, her curled red hair splaying out as she moaned in delight and the sudden relief of ‘ will he, wo n't he'tensity that she hadn't even realised had been building up inside of her was washed away in an instant.

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

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

She writhed against the bed as her tool leaked pre between his lips, she was proving to be a song partner, with each tiny military action from him drawing Forth River a new and distinct moan of delight from her lips.

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

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

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

He rolled his brim steadily up and down over her hard gibe, suckling as his tongue rolled around her medium ruby tip, not knowing what to do, but knowing what he enjoyed, simply trying his safe to emulate that and using her direction to help. As his glossa flicked the underside of her tip she gripped his chief a small tighter, spurring him on to replicate the legal action, her peg 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, pack your pants off, stand up…"

He paused, drawing one last clip on her blockheaded cock before letting it pop free of his quick wet mouth, panting softly as he looked up at her, nodding a minuscule, rising to his fundament and fumbling at his belt, looking down to hire 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 middle as he stripped for her.

"... That 's kind of sexy."She teased with a smile and he couldn't supporter but smirk back, feeling more than a petty playful himself.

He was hard as blade in his own packer, 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 mind as he stood there, trying not to experience self-conscious about his inferior length.

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

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

"Are you ready for more ?"she asked softly, her eyes one-half lidded, her helping hand snaking across his hip to shove his ass, feeling it's softness under her questing fingertips.

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

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

Their tongues mingled as she slowly gyrated her hips, grinding her dick gently into his belly, her helping hand reaching down, gliding down his English to the interior of his second joint, urging them apart.

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

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

He swallowed, some, just an hour ago he would've hesitated, even just to opine about it, but he trusted her explicitly and he wanted to stool this red haired goddess look every sense datum he could offer her. He just nodded.

She beamed happily and kissed him softly before leaning up, kneeling between his split 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 sight of him for a moment she raised her hand and fuss on her fingers, urging them down between their bodies, Anthony feeling the noncitizen sensation of a pair of wet fingers gently probing at him, lubricating him, preparing him.

"You're so beautiful Anthony…"she said in a low, loving spokesperson, her run-in contrasting lewdly with her actions as she continued to groom his Virgin hole and rub spit into her thick cock.

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

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

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

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

She pushed then pulled back, letting him get used to her attempts and just enjoying the sense of heat and atmospheric pressure against her sensitive cock foreland even if she wasn't yet inside him, his cheeks hugging her sensitive member felt amazing.

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

This meter as the pressure mounted, the building virtuoso almost becoming unbearable there was a sudden springiness and she lurched forward a couplet of inches, the deep red tip of her hammer and the top in of her pale shaft sinking into his now spread hole.

He arched his back and cried out in pain, gritting his tooth as she bit her lip to deduct a abstruse moan.

Instead she lay down, pressing her breast into his chest as her men moved up to caress his hair, leaving her prick inside him, allowing his tight ring to line up to her impressive girth.

"Shh, it's okay… It 's okay, the 1st clock 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 couplet long transactions before pulling back a picayune and looking at him, hopeful.

He bit his lip, but nodded, closing his eyes and gripping the tabloid in preparation.

She smiled and moved back up onto her human knee, looking down and seeing for the first prison term where they were joined, the very tip of her thick cock vanished inside his niggardness, it looked so skilful, so tempting, more than ever she knew he was the one, that he would spend a lot of time in his electric current topographic point, not as a toy, or just a friend with benefit, but as her life partner.

Slowly she began to build the force per unit area back up, moving easier this time, her cock dominating him inch after in as at a minuscule pace she fed herself into him, filling him, claiming him.

He gasped, whimpered and writhed, struggling to come to terminal figure with just how tight the fit was and just how much tool she was urging into him, but he never told her to halt, never thought he couldn't or wouldn't do it, he could and he would, for her.

Claire chewed her lip watching him, gorgeous and tremendous, taking her tool like a star, letting her pushing forward until, to their mutual surprise, she had buried her total python inside of him in one single, albeit dumb push.

She didn't afford him as much of an acclimation point this time, instead pulling out, only to push back in, her movements solely orchestrated by the gyrating of her coxa, her eyes locked on his reflection, though he had his middle closed, she revelled in the look of determination. She knew it wouldn't feel goodness for him, yet, but his sheer willpower in going through this venial ordeal for her joy was such a tour on for her that she found herself admiring and lusting after him more and more with each passing second, even as she finally sated those needs.

Their breaths joined in tempo, matching one another to the dense driving jabbing of her cock as it slid in and out of him, making dumb passion to him, her noises again break up up.

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

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

As her tread quickened he too found himself making soft lewd stochasticity in clock time with her putz bm, each push seemingly to work its way so deep into him as to agitate the air out of his lungs in a deep gasping moan, there was no pleasance yet, but the painfulness was certainly outweighed by the insanity of the situation, here he was, on his spinal column, the function beauty between his thighs making slow passionate love to him in a way he'd never even considered possible. And he was enjoying it, enjoying the intimacy, enjoying the feeling of a woman in his arms and near of all, enjoying the dissonance she was making, especially when her moans and gasps started to evolve, each one becoming a lewd mimic of his name which she repeated, again and again, her mind swimming with thought process of him as she took him.

Her gait quickened still, their love making becoming more inflame and impassioned as his body started to sway with the mounting force-out of each thrust, her breasts bouncing as the distinctive stochasticity of bodies 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 pissed ass that her own body seemingly became too fleshy to defend as she leaned forward, embracing him as he wrapped his arms around her, thighs spread wide as she became less pore, more than unfounded and needy, her idea for his well being fading away just a little as she was taken by the animalistic penury to for joy brought on by a familiar rising sensation in her balls, one she felt often whenever she ‘ saw to herself ’, but never at this strength.

They didn't need words now, nothing they could've said would've stopped the inevitable as they both felt her peter become steely hard 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 knife driving between his lips to meet his own, equally as emotional and keen as her own to make out as firework exploded in her headspring, a scend sensation running down her cock as she began to drain her gruelling, legato formal inside of him, each pulse rate sending another kitty of Patrick Victor Martindale White late into him, filling him with even more strange champion which were, he couldn't deny, starting to sense undecomposed.

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

She collapsed on top him, spent, her hammer still hard, spitting out the death few creamy dip of her thick cum into his seeded ass, his weapon system gently caressing her physical structure sending shake down her spine. She was falling so madly in love with him, more so with each passing endorse and she could only go for and pray he felt the same.

His vocalization came out easy, worn out and foolhardy with satisfaction even though it had been her who had cum,"W-wow…"

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

"W-we… Didn't go too far on the first 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 unadulterated distance…"she reassured him, kissing his chest as she slowly pulled out and snuggled in beside him,"We should plan our second date…"

He bit his lip a picayune then nodded,"Maybe, chocolate and danishes ? I know a duad of good maculation we could go ?"

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

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

"Then we can take a one-third round in the changing room…"she said in a quiet but shake tone.

He found himself smiling, he was, he knew, going to be on the receiving end of her bonus package an tremendous lot, but if the price of Shangri-la was doing something he was sure he would learn to sleep together, there wasn't really any questioning to it.

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

-- -- -

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

"Yup."Susan B. Anthony nodded.

"And you spent the Nox at hers."whoremonger continued, disbelief 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 lots what happened yes."Susan Brownell Anthony agreed.

"And on Billy Sunday you ? ..."

"Spent the day with her again, yes."

Harry glanced at toilet who shook his head,"Nah, you're having us on Anthony ! ejaculate on, I mean, no offence but Charlene's mentioned your track criminal 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 tell us her figure ?"John said, limb folded still as he raised his eyebrows.

Susan Brownell Anthony simply shrugged.

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

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

"Claire !"Harry called out as she approached,"Get this, Antony's as glad as a cloud but he wo n't say why. He's making up a history that he got a girl but, come on, what do you mean'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 ?"Gospel According to John said, perking up,"How much ?"

"Ten dollars each ?"She said, phonation diffuse and innocent.

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

The sudden quiet was broken by the speech sound of the HR interpreter choking on her coffee.

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

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

The two men looked completely baffled, ineffective to comprehend the accuracy as Charlene recovered from the sudden daze of what she had overheard and approached,"You two ! We need to have a talk about authority romanticism ! !"

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