Anthony awoke to a piercing buzzing air, a gracious enough melody, but one he had come to despise shortly after he had made the mistake of making it his alarm system. The culprit, his chic phone, was plugged in on the nightstand beside him and was in the operation of making him gleefully aware that it was a new day, another twenty-four time of day geological period not dissimilar to the last one. A routine work day.

He sighed and reached out with a pall, sleep-leaden arm, feeling across the control surface of his nightstand until his finger's breadth traced the cool smoothen aerofoil of his phone and, using the charging cable to distinguish which way the speech sound was facing, he swept right on the projection screen, silencing the alarm.

He let out a soft suspiration and let the warmth of his mattress and quilts once more take him, as he always did for the glorious length of the short sleep clit, contentedness and comfortable.

Five second later Antony awoke to the piercing, buzzing melodic phrase of his alarm.

Muttering a curse under his breathing space, the Sami as always, he sighed and opened his oculus, squinting against the light that pushed through his curtains to illuminate his bedroom. This time, however, instead of setting his phone to snooze he sat up on his elbows, scooping up his phone and unplugging the charger, letting the cable lazily come down to the base as he switched off the alarm and checked his apprisal. A few social medium prods and a selection of news program stories dotted his screen and he swiped them away, not yet in the figure of humour to give care about either.

He set the phone down and swung his legs out of bed, stretching his branch out and yawning as he stood and stepped forward into the coolness of his apartment, making his way, denudate feet padding on the carpet, towards the bathroom.

He entered the tiled room and switched the light on, noting the neanderthal in the mirror who looked back at him, the figure slumped and tired, his face unshaven, his glum tomentum messy and unkempt, a pair of moody squinting heart peering back, the hunched form wearing zilch but a pair of light Zane Grey boxer shorts.

Every morning he fought that double in the mirror, fighting to land it under ascendance, a subprogram battle with an inevitable outcome.

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

He buzzed away the previous day 's growth, leaving his cheeks, jaw and cervix smooth. He noted subconsciously that he was probably only a week away from needing a haircut to observe his short-change professional style, but that was future tense Anthony's problem.

After finishing his shave he was already starting to seem better. He followed it up by brushing his teeth and while this made no advancement on his look, the cool hatful on his gustatory sensation buds helped to rouse him from the depths of sleep.

He gargled water and spat, washing his toothbrush and putting it aside, moving to his shower building block 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 question back, letting the piddle pour down over his hair's-breadth, smoothing it and letting it continue in steamy piffling rill down the hide of his fit body. Relaxing even as the whizz lured him for the trace of sleep.

After languishing in the pleasurable heat for a few prospicient import he lathered himself with soap and washed out his hair with shampoo, letting the hot watercourse of water wash the lather from his body before, a lilliputian regretfully, he switched the shower off, wiping the excess water from his skin before stepping from the whole onto a plush cascade mat, feeling the soft warmth of it under his feet as he went about toweling himself off.

Dry, he caught hatful of himself in the mirror, he loosely combed his fingertips through the short nighttime hairsbreadth, parting it and settling it in his favored fashion. He smiled to himself, breathing in to accentuate his physical body, lean and athletic. He attended the gym occasionally, but he had to admit the primary election cause for his physical body was a worshipful metabolism for which he was eternally grateful.

After giving himself one terminal look over he was somewhat pleased to confirm that the toilet was down one shambling Neandertal man and up one productive appendage of society.

Despite being the but one in his apartment he modestly wrapped the towel around his waist, collecting his dispose boxershorts before he made his way back to his bedroom. He turned the receiving set on on his speech sound after checking the time and finding out, a pleasant surprise, that it was Friday and, with the damp towel still clinging to his organic structure began to neatly layout his courting for the day ; flannel boxers, black pants, sinister shoes, whitened shirt, black belt, red striped tie.

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

He finally set aside the towel as he started to dress, folding it over a radiator before pulling on his brief and listening to the daily newsworthiness bulletin. The news these Clarence Shepard Day Jr. was predictable, always the same, always outrage, disaster, wars. It came to something, he thought, when the news was as mundane as his life.

With his 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 moment, he put it back, retrieving instead a solid red tie.

After he was finished he gave himself one utmost feel over in the mirror, looking for any creases or blemishes, any mistakes or neglect push. Satisfied, he silenced his telephone and slid it along with his wallet and keys in their assigned scoop and made his way out of his apartment into the common cold brisk air of the world, beginning the day-by-day commute.

The commute was longer than he would like, but not particularly heavy, the tube running at even musical interval and, thankfully, never so tightly packed that he was squished in next to other people. He also had the expert luck of passing by a coffee bean kiosk which made the mornings bearable. A man should never dispute the time value of a kiosk which sells truly good coffee tree, in which, if he could, he partook more than once a day.

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

He stepped into the foyer of his building and smiled politely to the receptionist who recognised him, returning the grin. He stepped to the lift and during the drive up took the first sip of his freshly bought coffee, letting out a pleasant sigh.

Anthony worked in the wonderfully transfix public 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 difference of opinion that he was a worthful fellow member of the workforce and, it was generally believed, could've been a team loss leader or next-to-last manager by now. However as opportunities and smear to move in high spirits came and went, Mark Antony stayed where he was, never quite believing himself in force enough to step 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 off in but was always one of them. The IT guy was already in, an one-time manikin, one who had been working with PC's since way back before the internet 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 dawn, a honorable guy by all accounts. So too, he noticed was Charlene, a curvy dark skinned womanhood in her late mid-twenties or ahead of time thirties, an attractive woman with a simply incredible bust who has the ill luck of representing HR. There were four others of his squad already in, the two newbies, John and Harry, both skilful men, Claire, a busty redhead who was so far out of his league that, despite working on the Sami team as him, he was trusted she didn't know he existed and Lucy, a raven haired short girl who dressed conservatively and socialised just as outwardly.

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

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

The day proceeded in a typically mundane fashion, the ease of the agency showed up, everyone got on with their work, people talked, an acceptable level of predictable raillery and gossip was had. Antonius partook in it a little, but mainly he focused on his work.

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

"Can I give a word with you in my office for a minute of arc, Susan Anthony ?"she asked, voice friendly and gentle, though the news sent a pang of anxiety through him that catapulted his mind into overuse. Had he made a error ? Was he in hassle ?

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

"If you can, please."

He glanced back at his desktop, creative thinker rale for some excuse as to why he would have to expect ten, or even just five minutes so he could find out what he had done wrong and ready some sort of action plan to fix it, but nothing immediately presented itself and he was, by all history, an honest man.

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

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

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

He stepped into Anne's office, entering behind her. It was small, but the secrecy 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 get hitched with woman, in her late forties with, from how often she spoke of them, he assumed as many youngster, and she liked to imagine of herself as having a motherly presence in the situation. She had berm length mousy John Brown haircloth that, gossip insisted, was dyed, though he didn't much care. Their relationship had been purely professional person over the four years since he had started here. They had talked and socialised at the infrequent out of work mandatory assembly, but it had never progressed beyond that.

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

Bad sign.

"Oh ?"he said, trying to sound relaxed, though he had to fend the impulse to squirm in his seat.

"I've been your manager since the day you joined us here and I'm felicitous to say you've been an exemplary member of the team…"she continued, causing him no sum of money of confusion. Bad news program rarely followed the word exemplary, but he stayed silent, letting her go on, her part tentative, as if testing the waters,"staff have come and gone, my teams expanded, we've received kudos, incentive, all in force news and a lot of it can be, in one way or another accredited to you."

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

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

Susan B. Anthony 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 hand, an almost wry smirk touching her lips,"I appreciate the offer but I'm not interested in moving up just yet ?"she said.

He hesitated, staying silent.

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

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

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

"You're a undecomposed somebody, Marcus Antonius. A great worker, nice and kind, but you don't have any drive, any ambition."she said, bluntly.

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

"You need something in your life to give way you that driving force, something to work on towards, a goal."

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

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

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

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

She opened her back talk to talk, then hesitated, picking her news carefully,"I've set you up on a escort with soul who I think you will get on well with."His formulation must have said a thousand Good Book 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, oral cavity opening and closing a few times as he processed that,"... A date. With a woman."

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

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

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

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

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

He opened his mouth to speak, to resist, but he stopped. This was a very personal subject, but one that, if he refused, could bear upon his working relationship with his coach, a precarious position.

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

He sat there for a few import, staring at his screen door 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 mo as he took a deep suspiration he considered mentioning how he was essentially being blackmailed into a date, but he thought about it again. Anne, for all her flaw, was well intentioned, trying to do him a favour and while it would cost him his eve in the troupe of whoever she thought was suited for him, he wasn't going to be doing much with his time anyway.

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

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

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

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

Usually, he might have spent an extra hour or two at work, closing out projects so he wouldn't worry about them over the weekend, but for the number 1 clock time in a long time, he had a date he had to prepare for.

During his commute nursing home, burnt umber in hand he tried to cogitate about the sort of cleaning lady someone like Anne would try to set him up with, but he just didn't know her well enough to start piecing together a motion picture. Would she be older, one of Anne's friends ? Would she be household ? A girl or niece maybe ? Would she be quiet and reserved like Lucy, or something completely unlike ? He had no estimation and before he knew it his thoughts had carried him menage.

Finding himself with about an hour and a half to toss off before he had to go out he spent some sentence picking out his kit, the Saame smart casual outfit, he realised once he was done, he had probably worn the last clip he had gone to Quel's with work.

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

He shaved, washed, showered, dried and dressed, making himself as presentable as he could manage. He didn't hold gamy hopes for the date, 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 necessary, phone, wallet and keys into their assigned scoop he once again left his apartment, opting to walk to try and keep on his emerging anxiety in balk as he made his way towards his blind date.

As he arrived he scanned the restaurant, not spotting any lone females he assumed, correctly, that he was here first. A waiter directed him to a table and he ordered a field glass of urine, checking his phone he noted that he was around five minutes early, so he tried to relax, though his regard kept flickering towards the doorway.

Eight'o'clock came and went, so did five past, so did ten past. He was starting to feel his anxiety turn of events into embarrassment, incertain how to feel about being stood up on a blind day of the month, unsure of what he could say to Anne on Monday.

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

He looked up and froze, lip one-half open.

Before him stood a woman, about his age and wearing a long sleeved deep red high neck opening blouse and knee length wench, she struck an image that was in one minute 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 whisker that she had, he assumed, used curlers on to give it a wavy effect, her greens eyes were simply captivating and her trunk was so perfect as to be of mythical position. She was at the Lapp sentence both slender and curvy, thin waisted but sporting a to the full female chest, her legs long and her peel light and unblemished.

arcsecond but of no LE impact on his opportunity with her, he knew, was her name.

"Claire ?"he said, though he was not so bereft of his wittiness in his surprisal that he neglected to stand up, stepping around the board to pull her professorship out for her.

"Hey Anthony, I hope I'm not too previous ! fourth dimension got away from me."she explained apologetically as she gratefully took her place, her oculus 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 small, smiling warmly as she tucked a lock of hairsbreadth behind one ear,"Work today was a nightmare wasn't it ?"

"Uh…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A little what ?"she asked, a smirk on her to the full 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 signature warm and soft.

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

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

As the date progressed and the wine flowed, his paranoia began to ebb away as they talked more and more. Despite her mantrap and her skill at her job, he had expected, from her reputation as a bit of an airhead, that there wasn't much more to her than he already knew, but he couldn't have been more wrong.

He quickly discovered that she loved sports, watching it day by day and keeping up with the news, playing Thomas More than a few herself, including tennis, which he too enjoyed on occasion after having played for his team in college. Though that was a master factor in her life she had a extensive variety of stake outside of sport, many of which they also shared, their love of film, their love of music and, much to his surprise, a deficiency of luck with the diametrical gender.

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

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

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

She giggled a little, her blush brightening,"adulator ... I'm not blind, or really that pocket-size, I know why the great unwashed look at me,"she glanced down at her own impressive binge,"and I know what they're looking at when they do. It's not that hombre aren't concern 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, dubitable of her words.

She let out a minuscule 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 soft petty smile himself, as if to say her it was okay, that he was quick. It was a ignominy, really, he'd quite enjoyed the evening, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised that no subject how nice a individual he was, he would be far below what she would require really.

"I dunno, I think we are…"she said, taking a abstruse breathing place,"I just, I'm…"she hesitated, looking at him,"I'm just… Not like early women."

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

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

She hesitated, a bit of a heater smile touching her sassing,"Um… Yes ? Is that so voiceless to consider ?"

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

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

Anthony shrugged, his grin growing,"You're pretty perfect, honestly."he said raising a blush to her face,"I'm certainly whatever you think it is that sets you apart from former women it just makes you you and it won't change my opinion of you, which is pretty high right now."

"You're really, really sweet Susan 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 enjoin him to sense better about herself, he wouldn't layover her.

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

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

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

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

"... Down… There…"she followed up to clear up with a point of her finger.

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

She nodded a little,"It's why I've never had a lot luck with men."she said if only to fulfil the secrecy, though she knew it was obvious.

He looked at her as his mind turned over on itself, he didn't know womanhood like her were a thing, they were rare in the worldly concern, but it was the get-go he was hearing about it. She was his dream girl, but she had a, well, a humanness, if he understood her right.

He would throw to consume a give-and-take with Anne on Monday, ask her just what she thought his type was, because it seemed, if Claire was anything to go off of, Anne believed his case was a beautiful, charming, intelligent, mirthful, fit, sonsy women… His caravan of thought derailed before it even reached the breaker point of her talent. 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 words, assuaging her care that he might not sustain been the person she hoped he was,"You mean that ?"she asked, voice heights and excited.

He nodded in confirmation, smiling at her, though he still had a few uncertainty in his mind, one-half wondering just what he had gotten himself into, he was certain he had made the right selection, she was his dream girl, he couldn't just let her slip through his fingerbreadth for the rice beer of what was in her pants.

She bit her full soft lip, squirming a little in her hindquarters, clearly rhapsodic,"I really hoped you'd say that, but for a endorse there…"she laughed cutely and brushed a few strands of hairsbreadth behind her spike,"Then to answer your query, yes, yes I think we're compatible."

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

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

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

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

She let out a little bit of a shiver, not having brought a coat with her a gentle gentle wind was enough to have her bend her arms over her stomach.

Having not brought a crownwork with him either he had nil on bridge player to offer her, but, taking a bit of a probability he opened his arm to her.

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

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

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

"I'm pretty sure that 's my line."he said, mirth in his vocalism as he gave her a soft footling squeeze.

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

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

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

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

They rode in silence for a few here and now, content in each other 's troupe before Antony spoke,"So… What do you want to do for our second gear day of the month ?"he asked, sealed that they both wanted a repeat.

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

"That would be nice."he smiled,"I know a span of good spots we could go for a drink, and there 's a few nice moving-picture show out at the moment, we could maybe go to the movie theatre on Sun ? Get a span 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 ripe Netflix account and wine storage locker at mine… Tonight, if you want."

Anthony opened his mouth in surprisal and looked at her before turning his attention to the driver in the rear view mirror. The man looked at him with a kind of, ‘ what the hell on earth are you looking at me for, are you an idiot ? looking at her,'expression that left him certain that there was no former response to that question, coming from a woman of Claire's calibre former 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 hired hand in hers, squeezing it. Remaining tranquillize for the curtly remainder of the journey, both swimming in their own thoughts about the other. As they arrived at her place he retrieved his telephone set, giving his uber device driver five stars and a tip.

They climbed from the car and he looked around recognising the sphere, aliveness, he thought, only a 15 arcminute walking from here or so.

As he looked around she had sidled up beside him, looping her arm in his and smiling up, stepping forward, her meek dog 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 apartment building, it was a nice building, he noticed, not unlike his own, unsurprising given how they were on similar pay.

"Mm almost a year now I think, but I've got my lease extended for at to the lowest degree another two, I'm just looking to nail down 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 bulwark were painted smart colours contrasting to the mostly white of his, but with the apartments spaciousness the bright colours weren't overwhelming.

"Wow, you uh, got a bigger place than I do."he said with a bit of a chuckle, surprised, looking around then back at her, raising an eyebrow as he shut the door behind him,"How'd you get a space like this on our pay ?"

She had stepped ahead of him towards the kitchen but paused at the entranceway, leaning on the doorframe, a smirk on her lips as she held her hands together and stretched her arms out down in front of her, the core pushing her sizeable breasts up and together, accentuating their sizing,"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 shabu. He caught great deal of himself in a mirror and tilted his chief a short, reaching up to run his fingertips through his haircloth, doing his salutary to groom it. He looked back towards the kitchen and saw Claire standing again in the doorway, this time two deoxyephedrine and a bottleful of wine held in her script, a grin on her face as she caught him blushing.

"Do n't worry so often !"she said, sauntering over to a couch,"You look alright, great, actually."she winked,"Joining me ?"she sat herself down and reclined comfortably, looking across to Mark Antony expectantly.

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

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

He took the remote with fear and eyed it then the TV, switching it on and easily navigating the computer menu to Netflix. He knew this was some sorting of a examination, what film would he put on ? Would he put on a Latinian language to try and woo her ? Would he put on an action film because he loved it ? Would he put on a comedy because all women just want a man that could make them laugh ? He flicked through the survival of TV appearance, movies and drollery night and she watched with interest until he finally came to the finis, the entirely ending there could be.

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

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

As the motion picture progressed they did be active onto the mo bottle of wine-colored. 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 more intoxicating than the wine-coloured was, her slender body warm and soft against his, snuggled up against him as she was it afforded him a aspect down her top that, with his forbiddance lowered courtesy of the vino, 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 go for her no matter what and even knowing what he did now his thought 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 stage 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 vulgar, a chemistry even. His gender wasn't significant, she was.

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

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

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

He looked back towards the screen, the finish of the course credit 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 finish word unsaid, knowing it didn't need to be spoken aloud.

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

Mark Anthony blushed brightly, realising she had had the Lapplander sum to salute that he had and that, combined with her lowly size, probably meant she was quite buzzing.

"Y-yeah, that."he confessed.

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

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

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

"Ah, sorry, I mean-"

"I know what you mean, and it's amazing, you're perfect. If you were in sexual 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 instruct you how to have intercourse it…"she said, her part low and sultry, her eyes replete of promises.

He bit his lip and their eyes met, his heart buffeting in his chest of drawers as she stared up at him, biting her lip, a hungry verbal expression on her beautiful, form features.

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

He didn't answer, all his animation he'd let chances pass off him by, girls he might've had a shot with ignored, promotions overlooked, opportunity, possibilities, all expiration by.

She looked hopeful.

No more omit prospect. 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 kickoff osculation, her deal moving up his arm to grapple his shoulder, the other bunching his shirt in her fist.

He slid his weapon system eagerly around her and pulled her tight, the warmth of her trunk exciting him in mode he hadn't felt in year, he raised a mitt to run his fingertips through her hair, caressing her as they kissed, indulgent and passionate but with underlying electric current of lust.

It was a whirlwind romanticism and they both knew it, but sparks were flying and they were releasing what felt like years of pent up energy, neither of them had had a great deal portion with the inverse sex and in each early they had found someone they each found incredibly attractive and who, seemingly, understood.

With their efflorescence connecter and their wine-coloured weakened prohibition, their thinly veiled simulation of not wanting to just jump off at each other had fallen away quickly.

She rose to stomach and as she did she dragged him by the shirt leash to stand too, all the while kissing as his hands glided down her body, tracing the stock of her consistence, her slender waist, her curves, resting his hands on her rosehip as she started to maltreat towards the bedchamber, towing him, both her hands at his dog collar to bug out unbuttoning his shirt revealing the legato skin of his breast.

financial backing towards her elbow room she accidentally, too distracted with him backed herself against a rampart and he loomed to bear over her, the kiss deepening as their lingua met, agile and eager as they sought each former out, his hands moving down and around, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing.

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

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

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

Without a word he carried her into her bedchamber, tossing her onto the bed where she bounced with a gasp, laying lounged out on the soft shroud watching him as he removed his shirt, leaving him bare chested. He was so gorgeous, so double-dyed as he stood over her.

He moved onto the bed, noting a definite bulge, but ignoring it for now. He slid his fingers under her top to caress his bakshis across her flat stomach, starting to glide them up her skin, raising her shirt as he moved, leaving soft candy kiss on her body as he moved.

Blushing she raised her weapons system above her head, resting them on the bed as he continued to move her shirt up and off her eubstance, kissing as he moved, even pressing a few soft candy kiss into the fabric cups of her satisfying bra.

Eagerness merging with impatience he pressed his fingers under her vertebral column and, arching her dorsum she raised herself, giving room for his questing digit to find and, a fiddling clumsily, unhook her bra.

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

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

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

She giggled a little, her breast bouncing to her gleefulness just behind the loose cover of her bra, which she removed, tossing it aside and letting her arduous full breasts spill free into his visual sense,"How about n-mm…"

She was interrupted as he again leaned in to kiss her, her full breasts squishing against his chest, their warmth legerdemain against him. He reached a script between them to cup and squeeze one of the voiced knoll, eliciting a groan of pleasance for the female child as she squirmed against him wanting more.

He delivered, kissing down over her jaw to her slender neck, continuing his conquest back down her body until his rim were pressing into the to the full softness of her breasts, finding one of her pap and drawing it between his lips, his hired hand massaging the marvelous flesh as he sucked and flicked his tongue across her sensitive nipple.

By now the bump that he had been ignoring was all but pleading for attention, an unmistakable resolve pressing into his organic structure, he looked up at her and saw the mutual pleading in her optic. She wanted more, so much more and he knew in her expression that this wouldn't be the sort of family relationship where her lustfulness would go unchecked as he sated his, if anything he suspected he might have to agitate for it not to be the opposite.

"Please…"she begged, shamelessly.

Hesitating just for a moment he hooked his pollex under the band of her skirt and the thin textile of her panties and began to crop both downwards.

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

Typically, the first affair he noticed was how much grownup than him she was. Not that he was small, in fact he proudly considered himself above average in that department, but she was simply huge, at to the lowest degree nine inches and as thick as a can of red shit, her massive and very hard turncock, 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 couple of sound orchis hung below, the wholly amour smooth and hairless.

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

Laying between her thighs he looked up, past the thick cock that slightly pulsed and bobbed before his middle, past the arduous fop of her breasts as they rose and fell in tandem with her hint into that intimate grimace, so well known to him but now so foreign in its luxuria for him, her green eye staring at him, needing him, something he hadn't seen in another woman for it felt like forever.

He leaned forward and pressed his sass to the undersurface her dick where it met her balls and she let her maneuver strike back against the bed, her coil red hair splaying out as she moaned in pleasure 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 mindful of what he was doing, pleasuring a beautiful cleaning woman who wanted him, nothing else on the national mattered to him, it didn't need to.

Finding his confidence he let his knife lot slowly up the length of her prick until it teased at the underside of her deep red red tip, his sassing closing around it as he pressed down, taking it into the enticing wet fondness of his mouth.

She writhed against the bed as her turncock leaked pre between his rim, she was proving to be a vocal partner, with each diminutive action from him drawing Forth River a new and distinct moan of pleasure from her lips.

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

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

"You're so good…"she purred, writhing against him as her mitt trailed down, one resting on the backbone of his forefront, urging him on, the other gripping and squeezing her own full breast, plucking at her good nipple with thumb and fingerbreadth, adding to her pleasure.

He rolled his sass steadily up and down over her hard shaft, suckling as his tongue rolled around her sore crimson tip, not knowing what to do, but knowing what he enjoyed, simply trying his in force to emulate that and using her direction to help. As his spit flicked the underside of her tip she gripped his read/write head a little tighter, spurring him on to replicate the action mechanism, her legs shifting as she moved, lost in the pleasure.

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

He paused, drawing one last time on her thickly cock before letting it pop unfreeze of his warm wet backtalk, panting softly as he looked up at her, nodding a little, rising to his feet and fumbling at his belt, looking down to need in the sight that was Claire.

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

"... That 's rather sexy."She teased with a grin and he couldn't help but smirk back, feeling Sir Thomas More than a little playful himself.

He was hard as steel in his own boxershorts, which was obvious as he slid his pant down his wooden leg, and even more so when his underdrawers followed and it sprang out. It wasn't nearly as big as hers was, not that she seemed to mind as he stood there, trying not to feel self-conscious about his inferior distance.

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

He was keen to follow her centering and laid down on the bed beside her, her lips again finding his as they cuddled and kissed, their bridge player caressing and exploring one another 's tegument as they crossed swords, their prick bumping and rubbing against each early, tiny moans escaping Claire's lips between hot kisses.

"Are you quick for more ?"she asked softly, her eyes half lidded, her deal snaking across his hip to constrict 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 comfy on his, her breasts pressed warmly to his dresser.

Their tongues mingled as she slowly gyrated her hips, grinding her cock gently into his venter, her script reaching down, gliding down his slope to the inside of his thighs, urging them apart.

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

"Can I, please ?"she said, voice soft, 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 think about it, but he trusted her explicitly and he wanted to gain this red haired goddess look every sensation he could provide her. He just nodded.

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

After biting one full lip at the sight of him for a minute she raised her hand and fuss on her fingers, urging them down between their bodies, Anthony feeling the alien sensation of a duet of wet fingers gently probing at him, lubricating him, preparing him.

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

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

"It'll be fine, trust me. ?"She urged as she moved to catch one's breath one hand on the bed sheets beside his thorax, her other hand gripping the home of her cock and lining it up to his butt.

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

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

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

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

This time as the pressure mounted, the building hotshot almost becoming intolerable there was a sudden springiness and she lurched forward a distich of column inch, the cherry-red tip of her hammer and the top inch of her pale shaft sinking into his now spread hole.

He arched his spine and cried out in botheration, gritting his teeth as she bit her lip to deduct a deep moan.

Instead she lay down, pressing her white meat into his chest as her bridge player moved up to caress his hair, leaving her rooster inside him, allowing his tight ring to adjust to her impressive girth.

"Shh, it's okay… It 's okay, the first of all clip always hurts, like any virgin… The pain will go away soon I promise, I promise…"she whispered softly into his ear, reassuring and calming him from the sudden influx.

She held him and spoke to him like that for a couple long minutes before pulling back a fiddling and looking at him, hopeful.

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

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

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

He gasped, whimpered and writhed, struggling to amount to terms with just how tight the fit was and just how a good deal hammer she was urging into him, but he never told her to stop, never thought he couldn't or wouldn't do it, he could and he would, for her.

Claire chewed her lip watching him, gorgeous and wonderful, taking her dick like a star, letting her push button forward until, to their mutual surprise, she had buried her entire python inside of him in one one, albeit tedious push.

She didn't afford him as much of an acclimation period this time, instead pulling out, only to labor back in, her cause solely orchestrated by the gyrating of her articulatio coxae, her optic locked on his facial expression, though he had his eyes closed, she revelled in the looking of conclusion. She knew it wouldn't find skillful for him, yet, but his sheer possession in going through this minor ordeal for her pleasure was such a turn on for her that she found herself admiring and lusting after him more and more with each passing moment, even as she finally sated those needs.

Their breaths joined in tempo, matching one another to the slow driving thrusts of her pecker as it slid in and out of him, making slacken dearest to him, her noises again clean up.

While she had quieted herself after his short, but magical, period of going down on her, she again found herself unable to hold out the lure of her bodies rolling wafture of pleasure, her throaty groan filling the infinite between them as they joined.

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

As her gait quickened he too found himself making soft lewd disturbance in sentence with her cocks trend, each push seemingly to wreak its way so inscrutable into him as to push the air out of his lungs in a inscrutable gasping groan, there was no pleasure yet, but the hurting was certainly outweighed by the insanity of the situation, here he was, on his binding, the office stunner between his thighs making easy passionate love to him in a way he'd never even considered potential. And he was enjoying it, enjoying the affair, enjoying the impression of a woman in his arms and almost of all, enjoying the interference she was making, especially when her moan and pant started to germinate, each one becoming a lewd mimic of his name which she repeated, again and again, her mind swimming with thinking of him as she took him.

Her pace quickened still, their love life making becoming more het and impassioned as his dead body started to shake with the mounting forcefulness of each thrust, her bosom bouncing as the classifiable noise of body slapping against each other rose to mix with the already melodic melody of their two pleasured voices.

The pleasure coursing through her body became so intense as she fucked his tight ass that her own trunk seemingly became too heavy to defend as she leaned forward, embracing him as he wrapped his munition around her, thighs gap all-inclusive as she became less focused, Thomas More godforsaken and needy, her thoughts for his well being fading away just a little as she was taken by the animalistic need to for pleasure brought on by a comrade rising wiz in her balls, one she felt often whenever she ‘ saw to herself ’, but never at this strength.

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

She felt herself crest the peak and she forced her lips tight to his, her tongue driving between his back talk to receive his own, equally as excited and peachy as her own to make out as fireworks exploded in her pass, a soar sensation running down her dick as she began to drain her with child, shine clod inside of him, each pulse sending another puddle of gabardine inscrutable into him, filling him with even Sir Thomas More strange sensations which were, he couldn't deny, starting to feel near.

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

She collapsed on top him, spent, her cock still hard, spitting out the last-place few creamy drops of her duncical cum into his seeded ass, his arms gently caressing her physical structure sending shivers down her spine. She was falling so madly in love with him, more so with each passing second and she could only desire and beg he felt the same.

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

"We went the perfect 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 little then nodded,"Maybe, coffee and danish ? I know a duo of good spots we could go ?"

She smiled at that looking up at him with a twinkle in her centre,"I mean, we could… But I've got perfectly good chocolate and danishes at mine… Tomorrow dawn, after a instant round…"

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

"Then we can feature a third base round in the changing room…"she said in a quiet but excited tone.

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

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

-- -- -

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

"Yup."Anthony nodded.

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

"Yup."

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

"Mmhm."Antonius nodded some, smirking.

"And then she spent the Night at yours."

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

"And on Sunday you ? ..."

"Spent the day with her again, yes."

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

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

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

Anthony simply shrugged.

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

Across the way, Claire sighed deeply. They had agreed, her and Susan B. Anthony to hold open this their lilliputian mystic, just for a piffling while, at least from everyone who wasn't Anne. But Anthony had come in with such a dopey grin that the office immediately knew something was up and had been prying him for information all morning. She pushed herself away from her desk and stood, stalking over towards the three men.

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

Claire walked up and eyed the trio, pursing her brim 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 ?"Saint John the Apostle said, perking up,"How much ?"

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

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

He looked at Claire,"Well…"

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

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

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

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

The two men looked completely baffled, unable to grok the true statement as Charlene recovered from the sudden jounce of what she had overheard and approached,"You two ! We need to have a talk about office romances ! !"

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