Susan Anthony awoke to a piercing buzzing strain, a nice enough line, but one he had come to despise shortly after he had made the error of making it his alert. The culprit, his impudent earpiece, 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 full stop not dissimilar to the last one. A routine work day.

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

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

Five transactions later Anthony awoke to the piercing, buzzing melodic line of his alarm.

Muttering a curse under his breathing space, the same as always, he sighed and opened his eyes, squinting against the light that pushed through his curtains to clear up his bedroom. This time, however, instead of setting his phone to drowse he sat up on his articulatio cubiti, scooping up his phone and unplugging the charger, letting the cable television service lazily come down to the level as he switched off the dismay and checked his notifications. A few social culture medium prods and a selection of newsworthiness stories dotted his blind and he swiped them away, not yet in the skeletal frame of mood to handle about either.

He set the speech sound down and swung his wooden leg out of bed, stretching his weaponry out and yawning as he stood and stepped forward into the nervelessness of his apartment, making his way, bare groundwork padding on the carpet, towards the bathroom.

He entered the tile elbow room and switched the igniter on, noting the Neandertal in the mirror who looked back at him, the figure slumped and tired, his face unshaven, his dark hair messy and unkempt, a duet of dark squinting eyes peering back, the hunched class wearing nil but a pair of light Charles Grey boxer shorts.

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

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

He buzzed away the previous day 's increase, leaving his boldness, jaw and neck smooth. He noted subconsciously that he was probably only a workweek away from needing a haircut to maintain his short professional style, but that was future Mark Antony's problem.

After finishing his shaving he was already starting to look better. He followed it up by brushing his teeth and while this made no onward motion on his facial expression, the cool down deal on his taste buds helped to rout out him from the depths of sleep.

He gargled urine and spat, washing his toothbrush and putting it aside, moving to his cascade unit of measurement 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 read/write head back, letting the water supply pour down over his hairsbreadth, smoothing it and letting it continue in muggy piddling rivulets down the skin of his fit trunk. Relaxing even as the wizard lured him for the shadow of sleep.

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

Dry, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, he loosely combed his fingertips through the short iniquity haircloth, parting it and settling it in his preferred fashion. He smiled to himself, breathing in to accentuate his figure, lean and athletic. He attended the gym occasionally, but he had to allow the primary coil cause for his public figure was a godly metabolism for which he was eternally grateful.

After giving himself one last aspect over he was somewhat pleased to reassert that the bathroom was down one shambling Homo sapiens neanderthalensis and up one generative member of society.

Despite being the only one in his apartment he modestly wrapped the towel around his waist, collecting his dispose boxers before he made his way back to his bedroom. He turned the radio set on on his phone after checking the time and finding out, a pleasant surprise, that it was Fri and, with the damp towel still clinging to his body began to neatly layout his suit for the day ; Patrick White boxers, black pants, ignominious skid, Edward White shirt, pitch blackness belt, red striped tie.

As he carefully laid out his clothes he listened contentedly to the pop Song spilling from his telephone set, 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 tog, folding it over a radiator before pulling on his briefs and listening to the daily news bulletin. The news these days was predictable, always the Saami, always outrage, disaster, war. It came to something, he thought, when the news was as modus operandi as his life.

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

After he was finished he gave himself one stopping point look over in the mirror, looking for any wrinkle or blemishes, any mistakes or missed button. Satisfied, he silenced his telephone set and slid it along with his wallet and keys in their assigned pockets and made his way out of his apartment into the dusty brisk air of the world, beginning the daily commute.

The commute was long than he would care, but not particularly heavy, the underground running at regular intervals and, thankfully, never so tightly packed that he was squished in next to former the great unwashed. He also had the good fortune of passing by a coffee kiosk which made the mornings bearable. A man should never dispute the value of a booth which sells truly good umber, in which, if he could, he partook more than once a day.

Anthony didn't like to think he was addicted to the lure of coffee, he merely required it to function. Like air, and hoi polloi weren't addicted to that, he would often intellect 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 first sip of his pertly bought coffee, letting out a pleasant suspiration.

Anthony worked in the wonderfully fascinating Earth of finance and while the work was challenging it was never particularly new or concern. Despite that, he did the employment and did it well. There was no dispute that he was a valuable member of the workforce and, it was generally believed, could've been a team leader or next-to-last manager by now. However as chance and stain to move higher came and went, Anthony stayed where he was, never quite believing himself good enough to step up in the human race, once more contented.

He stepped from the lift 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 sometime model, one who had been working with PC's since way back before the internet who was working on a co-worker's machine which had probably been reported as broken the night before, likely fixing it before its drug user arrived that sunrise, a good guy by all invoice. So too, he noticed was Charlene, a curvy darkness skinned adult female in her belatedly twenties or ahead of time thirties, an attractive woman with a simply incredible bust who has the tough luck of representing HR. There were four others of his squad already in, the two fledgling, John and Harry, both respectable men, Claire, a busty redhead who was so far out of his conference that, despite working on the same team as him, he was sure she didn't know he existed and Lucy, a raven haired brusque female child who dressed conservatively and socialised just as outwardly.

Anthony recalled he had asked her out once, but been turned down. He had been a little disappointed, Lucy was quite cunning 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 gratification as he logged in to his background and 8:59 rolled over to 9:00 on the dot. It was the small victories that made the day go all quicker.

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

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

"Can I have a word with you in my office for a moment, Anthony ?"she asked, voice friendly and gentle, though the words sent a pang of anxiety through him that catapulted his brain into overuse. Had he made a misunderstanding ? Was he in fuss ?

"Of trend, now ?"he asked, returning her grinning, though it was a minuscule forced.

"If you can, please."

He glanced back at his desktop, mind rattle for some alibi as to why he would sustain to wait ten, or even just five minutes so he could find out what he had done wrong and ready some sorting of legal action plan to fix it, but nada immediately presented itself and he was, by all accounts, an good man.

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

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

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

He stepped into Anne's position, entering behind her. It was small, but the concealment 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 late forties with, from how often she spoke of them, he assumed as many tiddler, and she liked to think of herself as having a motherly presence in the business office. She had shoulder length mousy dark-brown hair that, gossip insisted, was dyed, though he didn't lots 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 gatherings, but it had never progressed beyond that.

"Mark 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 voice relaxed, though he had to resist the urge to squirm in his seat.

"I've been your handler since the day you joined us here and I'm happy to say you've been an model member of the team…"she continued, causing him no amount of money of confusion. Bad news rarely followed the parole exemplary, but he stayed silent, letting her go on, her interpreter tentative, as if testing the Ethel Waters,"staff have come and gone, my team expanded, we've received praise, fillip, all good news show 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 meter you branched out."

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

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

She held up a hired man, an almost wry smirk touching her brim,"I appreciate the pass but I'm not matter to 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 still. He couldn't fault her and she knew it.

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

"You're a skilful person, Anthony. A with child doer, 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 differ with that, it was just never nice to be confronted with a personal fault.

"You need something in your lifespan to give you that private road, something to work towards, a goal."

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

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

Anthony eyed her, a fiddling taken aback. It wasn't like Anne, he thought, to submit such an interest group in his personal liveliness, 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 gruntle her.

She opened her mouth to speak, then hesitated, picking her news carefully,"I've set you up on a appointment with person who I think you will get on well with."His verbalism must hold said a M row 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, sassing opening and ending a few meter 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. octad pm, tonight at Quel Posto Italiano."She beamed, leaning back in her chair as if the affair was resolved.

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

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

He opened his back talk to speak, to dissent, but he stopped. This was a very personal matter, but one that, if he refused, could impact his working human relationship with his manager, a precarious position.

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

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

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

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

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

She slinked away and Susan Brownell Anthony unlocked his PC. So practically for a pipe down Friday evening, he thought.

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

Usually, he might hold spent an extra hour or two at piece of work, closing out projects so he wouldn't worry about them over the weekend, but for the firstly time in a long fourth dimension, he had a date he had to prepare for.

During his commute home, java in hand he tried to consider about the sort of char somebody like Anne would try to set him up with, but he just didn't know her well enough to begin piecing together a pic. Would she be erstwhile, one of Anne's friend ? Would she be home ? A daughter or niece maybe ? Would she be quiet and reserved like Lucy, or something completely different ? He had no idea and before he knew it his cerebration had carried him domicile.

Finding himself with about an hr and a half to kill before he had to go out he drop some time picking out his kit, the same smarting casual outfit, he realised once he was done, he had probably worn the finis prison term he had gone to Quel's with work.

After he had done that he did the only early affair he could opine of to do, he repeated his morning routine.

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

Packing the necessity, phone, wallet and describe into their assigned pouch he once again left his apartment, opting to walk to try and keep his emerging anxiousness in baulk as he made his way towards his screen 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 deoxyephedrine of water, checking his telephone set he noted that he was around five minutes early, so he tried to unstrain, though his gaze kept flickering towards the door.

eighter'o'clock came and went, so did five past tense, so did ten past tense. He was starting to finger his anxiousness turn into plethora, unsure how to finger about being stood up on a blind appointment, 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, oral fissure half open.

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

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

First and foremost, she was just gorgeous. She had long red hair that she had, he assumed, used crimper on to render it a crinkly result, her fleeceable heart were simply captivating and her torso was so perfect as to be of mythic status. She was at the Same time both lissom and curvy, thin waisted but sporting a full fizzle, her legs long and her hide sparkle and unblemished.

bit 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 wits in his surprise that he neglected to stand, stepping around the mesa to pull her president out for her.

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

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

"Oh honest ! I was worried you'd already be gone."She giggled a little, smiling warmly as she tucked a lock of hair behind one ear,"body of 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 I I never expected her to say yes, let alone assist 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 better of him,"Why would you need to date me ?"

She tilted her top dog curiously, as if surprised he would ask that,"Well you're sweet and kind, you always facilitate 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 estimation why ... Honestly, I thought you were spoken for !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

He quickly discovered that she loved variation, watching it daily and keeping up with the news show, playing more than a few herself, including tennis, which he too enjoyed on juncture after having played for his team in college. Though that was a briny agent in her lifespan she had a encompassing variety of pursuit outside of sport, many of which they also shared, their love of films, their love of medicine and, much to his surprisal, a lack of luck with the opposite gender.

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

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

"I find that really knockout 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 people look at me,"she glanced down at her own impressive bust,"and I know what they're looking at when they do. It's not that hombre aren't occupy in me, it's just that I do n't witness 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 small suspire and eyed him with an expression he couldn't read, her grinning gentle, maybe anxious, maybe apologetic. He couldn't read it, but he was familiar with it. He put on a flaccid little grin himself, as if to tell her it was okay, that he was gear up. It was a pity, really, he'd quite enjoyed the evening, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised that no issue 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 breather,"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 spike, the initiatory half having gotten stuck in his mind.

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

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

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

She smiled a little wryly, then shrugged,"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 smiling growth,"You're pretty perfect, honestly."he said raising a blush to her cheek,"I'm sure whatever you think it is that Set you apart from other cleaning woman it just makes you you and it won't modification my opinion of you, which is pretty high right on now."

"You're really, really odorous 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 find better about herself, he wouldn't stop consonant her.

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

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

She giggled a little and shook her nous,"Ahh, I hoped I wouldn't have to explain…"she said, a niggling sorry,"I'm a woman… But I have extra… male person 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 long present moment, then his eyebrows raised,"Oh. Ooooooh. Oooh… I think I understand."

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

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

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

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

She brightened considerably, her convention bubbly self returning at his Word, assuaging her fears that he might not have been the mortal she hoped he was,"You mean that ?"she asked, vocalization high and excited.

He nodded in confirmation, smiling at her, though he still had a few doubt in his psyche, half wondering just what he had gotten himself into, he was sure he had made the right pick, she was his dreaming girl, he couldn't just let her slip through his digit for the sake of what was in her pants.

She bit her full diffused lip, squirming a little in her buns, clearly rhapsodic,"I really hoped you'd say that, but for a second there…"she laughed cutely and brushed a few strands of fuzz behind her capitulum,"Then to answer your question, yes, yes I think we're compatible."

They finished their coffee's as they spoke, talking again about athletics as if to normalize after such a big revelation, they ordered the banknote 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 itinerary back from here, do you desire to carve up a taxi ?"

Pleased to listen that she lived close, though he had planned to walk he was more than felicitous at the outlook 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 eatery in the chill dark air, with Antonius standing at six foot and Claire at five five, he found it hard to believe a girl as feminine and rebuff as her could be harbouring such a dissimilar feature of speech.

She let out a niggling bit of a shiver, not having brought a coating with her a gentle breeze was enough to have her sheepcote her munition over her stomach.

Having not brought a crownwork with him either he had goose egg on paw to offer her, but, taking a bit of a chance he opened his arm to her.

Claire looked at him, not understand for a abbreviated present moment before it clicked and she blushed a little, stepping closer into his arm, enjoying the passion of his eubstance against hers.

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

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

"I'm pretty sure that 's my line."he said, gleefulness in his articulation as he gave her a balmy slight squeeze.

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

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

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

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

They rode in quiet for a few moments, content in each other 's party before Antonius spoke,"So… What do you need to do for our secondly date ?"he asked, sealed that they both wanted a repeat.

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

"That would be nice."he smiled,"I know a duad of right spots we could go for a beverage, and there 's a few nice films out at the moment, we could maybe go to the cinema on Sunday ? Get a twosome of drinks together afterwards ?"

She paused, pursing her sass as if thinking it over before making a decision,"I mean, we could do that. But I've got a perfectly proficient Netflix account and wine-coloured locker at mine… Tonight, if you want."

Anthony opened his mouth in surprise and looked at her before turning his aid to the device driver in the rear view mirror. The man looked at him with a sort of, ‘ what the blaze are you looking at me for, are you an moron ? looking at her,'verbalism that left him certain that there was no other resolution to that question, coming from a woman of Claire's gauge other than the one he was about to give.

"I uh, yeah, obviously yeah."he said, though he found himself a little anxious, beginning to inquire just where this eventide would lead.

She smiled and took his helping hand in hers, squeezing it. Remaining quiet for the short remainder of the journey, both swimming in their own sentiment about the other. As they arrived at her place 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, living, he thought, only a xv hour paseo from here or so.

As he looked around she had sidled up beside him, looping her arm in his and smiling up, stepping forward, her small heel clicking on the sidewalk 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 interchangeable salaries.

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

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

"Wow, you uh, got a bad position 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 topographic point like this on our salary ?"

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

He stepped further in and cleared his pharynx, hearing her in the kitchen, the tinkling of glass. He caught sight of himself in a mirror and tilted his promontory a little, reaching up to run his fingertips through his pilus, doing his upright to groom it. He looked back towards the kitchen and saw Claire standing again in the threshold, this clip two glasses and a bottle of vino held in her bridge player, a grinning on her side as she caught him blushing.

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

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

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

He took the removed with veneration and eyed it then the TV, switching it on and easily navigating the menus to Netflix. He knew this was some sort of a psychometric test, what flick would he put on ? Would he put on a Romance language to try and woo her ? Would he put on an action motion picture because he loved it ? Would he put on a comedy because all adult female just want a man that could make believe them laugh ? He flicked through the survival of the fittest of TV shows, film and clowning nights and she watched with interest until he finally came to the closing, the only conclusion there could be.

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

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

As the moving-picture show progressed they did move onto the indorsement bottle of vino. After she had gotten up to retrieve it, as she sat down she sat closemouthed, 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 warm and soft against his, snuggled up against him as she was it afforded him a aspect down her top that, with his suppression lowered courtesy of the wine, he found himself glancing at more than once. She smelled sugariness and he found himself thinking about her more than the film.

He had said he would bear her no matter what and even knowing what he did now his legal opinion hadn't been swayed in the least. He'd never thought of himself as anything other as heterosexual, but the thought of Claire having a humanity didn't phase him, which confused him a little. He'd never thought about it before, or fantasized about it, but it just didn't topic to him.

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

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

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

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

He looked back towards the covert, the go of the credits rolling as he stared.

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

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

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

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

"Y-yeah, that."he confessed.

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

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

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

"Ah, sorry, I mean-"

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

"Less fun ?"he asked.

"fountainhead, then I wouldn't be able to learn you how to make love it…"she said, her articulation low and sultry, her centre fully of promises.

He bit his lip and their optic met, his heart throb in his bureau as she stared up at him, biting her lip, a hungry expression on her beautiful, kind features.

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

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

She looked hopeful.

No more missed chance. He didn't reply, he didn't need to, he kissed her.

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

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

It was a whirlwind Latinian language and they both knew it, but electric arc were flying and they were releasing what felt same years of pent up vitality, neither of them had had lots chance with the contrary sex and in each former they had found someone they each found incredibly attractive and who, seemingly, understood.

With their florescence connecter and their wine weakened forbiddance, their thinly veiled pretending of not wanting to just leap at each early had fallen away quickly.

She rose to stand up and as she did she dragged him by the shirt collar to stand too, all the while kissing as his hands glided down her torso, tracing the lines of her body, her slender waistline, her curves, resting his hands on her articulatio coxae as she started to step towards the bedroom, towing him, both her hired hand at his collar to set forth unbuttoning his shirt revealing the smooth skin of his bureau.

Backing towards her room she accidentally, too distracted with him backed herself against a wall and he loomed to fend over her, the kiss deepening as their glossa met, agile and eager as they sought each other out, his hands moving down and around, cupping her ass boldness and squeezing.

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

She ran her fingers through his hair, lavishing in the sense datum of such a gorgeous man paying her the attending 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 other, open air mouthed, panting softly as they stared with half lidded eyes into each other 's souls.

Without a word he carried her into her bedroom, tossing her onto the bed where she bounced with a gasp, laying lounged out on the soft tack watching him as he removed his shirt, leaving him barren chested. He was so gorgeous, so perfect as he stood over her.

He moved onto the bed, noting a definite extrusion, but ignoring it for now. He slid his finger under her top to caress his tips across her apartment stomach, starting to glide them up her skin, raising her shirt as he moved, leaving easygoing buss on her body as he moved.

Blushing she raised her arms above her head, resting them on the bed as he continued to impress her shirt up and off her soundbox, kissing as he moved, even pressing a few soft kiss into the fabric cupful of her significant bra.

Eagerness meeting with restlessness he pressed his digit under her back and, arching her back she raised herself, giving room for his questing fingers to find and, a little clumsily, unhook her bra.

He leaned up, straddling her waist as she looped her arms through the straps of her bra, looking up at him with a lascivious gaze, the only matter holding her bra to her tit was gravity.

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

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

She giggled a piffling, her white meat bouncing to her mirth just behind the unaffixed cover charge of her bra, which she removed, tossing it aside and letting her heavy full chest spill free into his mickle,"How about n-mm…"

She was interrupted as he again leaned in to snog her, her full moon white meat squishing against his chest, their warmth illusion against him. He reached a manus between them to cup and squeeze one of the soft mounds, eliciting a groan of pleasure for the girl as she squirmed against him wanting more.

He delivered, kissing down over her jaw to her slender neck, continuing his conquering back down her consistency until his brim were pressing into the to the full softness of her breasts, finding one of her nipples and drawing it between his lips, his helping hand massaging the tremendous flesh as he sucked and flicked his tongue across her spiritualist nipple.

By now the protuberance that he had been ignoring was all but pleading for attention, an unmistakable resoluteness pressing into his dead body, he looked up at her and saw the common pleading in her eyes. She wanted more, so much more and he knew in her reflection that this wouldn't be the form of relationship where her lustfulness would go unchecked as he sated his, if anything he suspected he might have to fight for it not to be the opposite.

"Please…"she begged, shamelessly.

Hesitating just for a moment he hooked his thumb under the band of her skirt and the slenderize fabric of her panties and began to work both downwards.

He admired her perfect porcelain skin, flawless from her olfactory organ to her toes in both its look and how it felt under his fingers, but as he discarded the last of her dress he finally let his optic rest on the puppet that he had known about, but could still hardly believe.

Typically, the first thing he noticed was how much expectant than him she was. Not that he was diminished, in fact he proudly considered himself above norm in that section, but she was simply huge, at to the lowest degree nine inches and as thick as a can of red Bull, her monolithic and very hard cock, 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 distich of heavy balls hung below, the whole affair smooth and hairless.

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

egg laying between her second joint he looked up, past the thick cock that slightly pulsed and bobbed before his eye, past the heavy swell of her breasts as they rose and fell in tandem with her breathing spell into that familiar face, so well known to him but now so foreign in its lust for him, her jet 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 brim to the underside her cock where it met her balls and she let her head come down back against the bed, her curve red whisker splaying out as she moaned in pleasure and the sudden relief of ‘ will he, wo n't he'latent hostility 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 womanhood who wanted him, nothing else on the subject mattered to him, it didn't need to.

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

She writhed against the bed as her prick leaked pre between his mouth, she was proving to be a vocal cooperator, with each tiny action from him drawing Forth a new and distinct moan of pleasure from her lips.

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

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

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

He rolled his backtalk steadily up and down over her laborious slam, suckling as his tongue rolled around her sensitive ruby tip, not knowing what to do, but knowing what he enjoyed, simply trying his proficient to emulate that and using her guidance to avail. As his tongue flicked the underside of her tip she gripped his fountainhead a trivial tighter, spurring him on to recur the action, her legs shift as she moved, lost in the pleasure.

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

He paused, drawing one stopping point time on her thick cock before letting it pop free of his fond wet mouth, panting softly as he looked up at her, nodding a little, rising to his substructure and fumbling at his swath, looking down to take in the survey that was Claire.

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you set up for to a greater extent ?"she asked softly, her eyes one-half lidded, her hand snaking across his hip to squeeze his ass, feeling it's indistinctness under her questing fingertips.

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

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

Their natural language mingled as she slowly gyrated her articulatio coxae, grinding her cock gently into his stomach, her hands reaching down, gliding down his English to the inside of his thigh, urging them apart.

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

"Can I, delight ?"she said, vocalism subdued, 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 imagine about it, but he trusted her explicitly and he wanted to make water this red haired goddess tactile property every adept he could provide her. He just nodded.

She beamed happily and kissed him softly before leaning up, kneeling between his parted 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 muckle of him for a moment she raised her paw and gaiter on her fingers, urging them down between their dead body, Anthony feeling the alien whizz of a couple of wet finger gently probing at him, lubricating him, preparing him.

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

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

"It'll be o.k., trust me. ?"She urged as she moved to rest one deal on the bed sheets beside his chest, her other hand gripping the theme of her pecker and lining it up to his butt.

He nodded again, blushing as he reached his arms out above him on the bed, not sure what else to do with his munition as she looked down into his eyes, her rim parted slightly as she started to exert just the petite bit of imperativeness.

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

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

Again she pushed forward, the force per unit area once again building against him as he gasped and whimpered adorably, but again did his in effect not to tense or panic.

This clock time as the pressure mounted, the construction sensations almost becoming unendurable there was a sudden springiness and she lurched forward a twain of inch, the cherry-red tip of her stopcock and the top inch of her pale jibe sinking into his now spread hole.

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

Instead she lay down, pressing her breasts into his chest as her hired man moved up to fondle his haircloth, leaving her cock inside him, allowing his stringent ring to align to her impressive girth.

"Shh, it's okay… It 's all right, the first-class honours degree sentence 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 tenacious minute before pulling back a little and looking at him, hopeful.

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

She smiled and moved back up onto her stifle, looking down and seeing for the first metre where they were joined, the very tip of her thick cock vanished inside his tightness, it looked so upright, so tempt, more than ever she knew he was the one, that he would spend a lot of metre in his electric current place, not as a toy, or just a friend with benefits, but as her life partner.

Slowly she began to establish the pressure back up, moving easier this meter, her cock dominating him inch after inch as at a minuscule rate she fed herself into him, filling him, claiming him.

He gasped, whimpered and writhed, struggling to descend to terms with just how tight the fit was and just how a great deal cock 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 marvelous, taking her turncock like a star, letting her energy forward until, to their common surprise, she had buried her entire python inside of him in one single, albeit dense push.

She didn't afford him as much of an acclimation period this time, instead pulling out, only to agitate back in, her motility solely orchestrated by the gyrating of her hips, her heart locked on his expression, though he had his middle closed, she revelled in the flavor of determination. She knew it wouldn't feel proficient for him, yet, but his sheer willpower in going through this minor ordeal for her pleasure was such a play on for her that she found herself admiring and lusting after him Thomas More and more with each passing bit, even as she finally sated those needs.

Their intimation joined in tempo, matching one another to the slow drive thrusts of her pecker as it slid in and out of him, making irksome love to him, her noises again picking up.

While she had quieted herself after his suddenly, but magical, full point of going down on her, she again found herself ineffective to resist the decoy of her consistence rolling Wave of pleasure, her throaty moan filling the space between them as they joined.

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

As her stride quickened he too found himself making soft lewd noises in time with her cocks movements, each push seemingly to knead its way so deep into him as to labour the air out of his lungs in a deep gasping moan, there was no delight yet, but the pain was certainly outweighed by the insanity of the site, here he was, on his binding, the office beauty between his thigh making decelerate passionate love to him in a way he'd never even considered potential. And he was enjoying it, enjoying the intimacy, enjoying the feeling of a cleaning woman in his blazon and most of all, enjoying the noises 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 thoughts of him as she took him.

Her step quickened still, their dearest making becoming more heated and impassioned as his body started to sway with the mounting effect of each jab, her breasts bouncing as the distinctive randomness of torso slapping against each other rose to mix with the already melodic strain of their two pleasured voices.

The pleasure coursing through her body became so intense as she fucked his soaked ass that her own body seemingly became too heavy to support as she leaned forward, embracing him as he wrapped his arms around her, thighs feast full as she became less focused, Thomas More wild and poverty-stricken, her thoughts for his well being fading away just a niggling as she was taken by the animalistic pauperism to for pleasance brought on by a companion 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, zero they could've said would've stopped the inevitable as they both felt her cock become steely hard inside him, pulsing and throbbing in tune with her heartbeat.

She felt herself crest the peak and she forced her sass tight to his, her tongue driving between his back talk to match his own, equally as charge and keen as her own to create out as firework exploded in her head, a soar up sensation running down her cock as she began to drain her big, unruffled egg inside of him, each pulse sending another consortium of white cryptical into him, filling him with even more foreign sensations which were, he couldn't deny, starting to find near.

This first sentence, his number one ever, may have been a more difficult experience for him, but with how he felt in this very minute, he wanted to finger it again, to see how it would feel now he knew what to look, now he was more make. He had no doubt it would experience better and better as prison term 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 live few creamy pearl of her thick cum into his seeded ass, his limb gently caressing her body sending tingle down her spine. She was falling so madly in dear with him, more so with each passing instant and she could only go for and pray he felt the same.

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

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

He bit his lip a little then nodded,"Maybe, coffee and danish pastry ? I know a brace of unspoiled spots we could go ?"

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

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

"Then we can give birth a third gear unit of ammunition 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 incentive software program an awful lot, but if the terms of heaven was doing something he was sure he would check to be intimate, 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 forenoon rolled around,"Let me get this straight."he continued, privy nodding along, standing with arms folded,"You went on a subterfuge date on Friday."

"Yup."Anthony nodded.

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

"Yup."

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

"Mmhm."Mark Anthony nodded some, smirking.

"And then she spent the night at yours."

"That's pretty very much what happened yes."Marcus Antonius 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 Anthony ! come on, I mean, no umbrage but Charlene's mentioned your racetrack book with women."

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

"Then why wo n't you assure us her gens ?"St. John the Apostle 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 Mark Antony to keep this their piffling private, just for a little piece, at least from everyone who wasn't Anne. But Anthony had come in with such a dopey grinning that the government agency immediately knew something was up and had been prying him for information all dayspring. 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 felicitous as a cloud but he wo n't say why. He's making up a tarradiddle that he got a girl but, come on, what do you imagine'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 ?"John said, perking up,"How a great deal ?"

"Ten dollars each ?"She said, phonation 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 girlfriend, 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 sass.

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

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

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

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

As Anthony and Claire looked at each early, smiling softly, Anthony could bank he heard Anne in her authority, laughing softly .