Anthony awoke to a piercing buzzing air, a squeamish enough air, but one he had come to despise shortly after he had made the mistake of making it his alarm. The culprit, his smart phone, was plugged in on the nightstand beside him and was in the process of making him gleefully aware that it was a new day, another two dozen time of day point not unlike to the endure one. A routine work day.

He sighed and reached out with a weary, sleep-leaden arm, feeling across the airfoil of his nightstand until his fingers traced the sang-froid still surface of his earphone 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 flabby sigh and let the warmth of his mattress and quilt once more take him, as he always did for the glorious duration of the snooze clitoris, contentedness and comfortable.

Five minutes later Antony awoke to the piercing, buzzing tune of his alarm.

Muttering a curse under his breath, the Lapplander as always, he sighed and opened his eye, squinting against the light that pushed through his curtains to illuminate his bedroom. This time, however, instead of setting his earphone to snooze he sat up on his elbows, scooping up his sound and unplugging the charger, letting the cable lazily light to the trading floor as he switched off the alarum and checked his notifications. A few social media prod and a selection of newsworthiness tarradiddle dotted his screenland and he swiped them away, not yet in the shape of humor to care about either.

He set the phone down and swing out his legs out of bed, stretching his subdivision out and yawning as he stood and stepped forward into the coolness of his flat, making his way, unembellished feet padding on the carpet, towards the bathroom.

He entered the tiled way and switched the light on, noting the neanderthal in the mirror who looked back at him, the figure slumped and tired, his side unshaven, his sour hair messy and unkempt, a pair of dark squinting eyes peering back, the crooked manakin wearing nothing but a distich of lighting grey boxer shorts.

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

After utilising the facilities he shaved, nil fancy since he'd long ago given up the time-consuming process of a wet razor shaving and had instead forked out for an expensive electric razor that, he thought, did the job just as well.

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

After finishing his shave he was already starting to face better. He followed it up by brushing his dentition and while this made no forward motion on his aspect, the cool down mint on his taste buds helped to rouse him from the depths of sleep.

He gargled water and spat, washing his soup-strainer and putting it aside, moving to his exhibitioner building block which he switched on, leaving it for a few second to let the temperature settle before he stepped under the hot water.

He tilted his headland back, letting the water pour down over his hair, smoothing it and letting it keep in steamy lilliputian streamlet down the skin of his fit consistence. Relaxing even as the wizard lured him for the tincture of sleep.

After languishing in the pleasurable heat for a few long moments he lathered himself with grievous bodily harm and washed out his hair with shampoo, letting the hot stream of water wash the lather from his body before, a footling regretfully, he switched the shower off, wiping the excess body of water from his skin before stepping from the building block 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-change shadow tomentum, parting it and settling it in his preferred mode. He smiled to himself, breathing in to accentuate his form, tend and athletic. He attended the gym occasionally, but he had to admit the primary cause for his figure was a godly metamorphosis for which he was eternally grateful.

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

Despite being the exclusively one in his apartment he modestly wrapped the towel around his waist, collecting his discarded boxers before he made his way back to his bedroom. He turned the radio on on his sound after checking the time and finding out, a pleasant surprisal, that it was Friday and, with the moistness towel still clinging to his body began to neatly layout his courtship for the day ; gabardine boxers, inglorious drawers, calamitous place, tweed shirt, black belt, red striped tie.

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

He finally set aside the towel as he started to dress out, folding it over a radiator before pulling on his briefs and listening to the daily news show bulletin. The news these days was predictable, always the Same, always scandals, disasters, war. It came to something, he thought, when the tidings was as routine as his life.

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

After he was finished he gave himself one terminal look over in the mirror, looking for any bend or blemishes, any mistakes or drop buttons. Satisfied, he silenced his speech sound and slid it along with his wallet and keystone in their assigned pockets and made his way out of his apartment into the dusty merry air of the macrocosm, beginning the day-after-day commute.

The commute was recollective than he would care, but not particularly grueling, the subways running at fixture time interval and, thankfully, never so tightly packed that he was squished in next to other people. He also had the unspoilt destiny of passing by a burnt umber kiosk which made the sunrise bearable. A man should never dispute the value of a kiosk which sells truly good coffee bean, in which, if he could, he partook more than once a day.

Marcus Antonius didn't like to think 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 entrance hall of his building and smiled politely to the receptionist who recognised him, returning the smile. He stepped to the elevator and during the drive up took the first sip of his freshly bought coffee, letting out a pleasant suspiration.

Mark Anthony worked in the wonderfully fascinating human beings of finance and while the employment was challenging it was never particularly new or interesting. Despite that, he did the work and did it well. There was no dispute that he was a valuable member of the work force and, it was generally believed, could've been a team drawing card or Jnr managing director by now. However as opportunity and blot to displace higher came and went, Anthony stayed where he was, never quite believing himself upright enough to step up in the universe, 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 older model, 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 morning, a good guy by all accounts. So too, he noticed was Charlene, a curvy dark skinned woman in her tardy twenties or early thirties, an attractive adult female with a simply incredible tear who has the misfortune of representing HR. There were four others of his team already in, the two starter, John and Harry, both good men, Claire, a buxom 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 short girl who dressed conservatively and socialised just as outwardly.

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

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

The day proceeded in a typically workaday mode, the rest of the office showed up, everyone got on with their work, people talked, an acceptable grade of predictable give-and-take and chitchat was had. Antony partook in it a minuscule, 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 squad, periodically moving around to check on everyone, Anthony had noticed she did so to a set schedule, likely following prompts in her work calendar. As she approached him he glanced at the clock at the corner of his window. She wasn't due to check on him for another hour and a half, just before the end of the day.

"Can I feature a word of honor with you in my place for a minute of arc, Anthony ?"she asked, voice friendly and pacify, though the words sent a stab of anxiety through him that catapulted his head into overdrive. Had he made a mistake ? Was he in trouble ?

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

"If you can, please."

He glanced back at his desktop, idea rattling for some apology as to why he would have to expect ten, or even just five minutes so he could discover out what he had done improper and prepare some sorting of action architectural plan to fix it, but nothing immediately presented itself and he was, by all accounts, an fair man.

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

He glanced across the agency, Anne's action at law 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 place, entering behind her. It was belittled, 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 distinguish him to anyway.

Anne was a espouse charwoman, in her late XL with, from how often she spoke of them, he assumed as many children, and she liked to think of herself as having a motherly bearing in the authority. She had shoulder length mousy dark-brown tomentum that, chit chat insisted, was dyed, though he didn't much care. Their relationship had been purely professional over the four yr since he had started here. They had talked and socialised at the infrequent out of employment mandatory gatherings, 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 fathom relaxed, though he had to jib the itch to worm in his seat.

"I've been your manager since the day you joined us here and I'm happy to say you've been an exemplary member of the team…"she continued, causing him no sum of disarray. Bad news rarely followed the word exemplary, but he stayed silent, letting her go on, her articulation tentative, as if testing the body of water,"faculty have come and gone, my teams expanded, we've received extolment, bonus, all good 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 fourth dimension you branched out."

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

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

She held up a hand, an almost wry smirk touching her brim,"I appreciate the offer 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 anticipate me in here .'”

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

"There isn't a new lieu coming uncommitted, 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 good mortal, Anthony. A enceinte worker, nice and variety, but you don't have any drive, any ambition."she said, bluntly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She opened her mouth to speak, then hesitated, picking her words carefully,"I've set you up on a escort with somebody who I think you will get on well with."His saying must get said a thousand give-and-take because she was flying to add,"And I would debate it a personal favour if you would go ahead with it."

He stared at her, mouth opening and closing a few multiplication as he processed that,"... A date. With a woman."

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

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

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

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

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

He opened his rima oris to mouth, to protest, but he stopped. This was a very personal matter, but one that, if he refused, could impact his working relationship with his coach, a unstable position.

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

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

For a moment as he took a late suspiration he considered mentioning how he was essentially being blackmailed into a date, but he thought about it again. Anne, for all her fault, was well intentioned, trying to do him a favour and while it would cost him his even in the 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 little straighter and adopting his smile.

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

She slinked away and Anthony unlocked his PC. So very much for a repose Fri even, he thought.

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

Usually, he might cause spent an extra hour or two at work, closing out projection so he wouldn't worry about them over the weekend, but for the get-go prison term in a long clip, he had a appointment he had to prepare for.

During his commute home, coffee bean in hand he tried to imagine about the variety of adult female someone like Anne would try to set him up with, but he just didn't know her well enough to begin piecing together a picture. Would she be older, one of Anne's friend ? Would she be family ? A daughter or niece maybe ? Would she be tranquil and reserved like Lucy, or something completely dissimilar ? He had no approximation and before he knew it his thoughts had carried him household.

Finding himself with about an time of day and a one-half to kill before he had to go out he spent some time picking out his outfit, the same smart casual turnout, he realised once he was done, he had probably worn the final stage fourth dimension he had gone to Quel's with work.

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

He shaved, washed, showered, dried and dressed, making himself as presentable as he could manage. He didn't hold gamy hope 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 essentials, telephone set, wallet and key into their assigned sac he once again left his apartment, opting to walk to try and save his emerging anxiety in verification as he made his way towards his subterfuge date.

As he arrived he scanned the eating place, not spotting any lone females he assumed, correctly, that he was here first. A waiter directed him to a table and he ordered a glass of water, checking his earphone he noted that he was around five arcminute 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 yesteryear. He was starting to sense his anxiety number into embarrassment, unsure how to feel about being stood up on a blind date, unsure of what he could say to Anne on Monday.

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

He looked up and froze, verbalize half open.

Before him stood a woman, about his age and wearing a foresighted sleeved deep red high neck opening blouse and knee length skirt, she struck an image that was in one insistent 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 pilus that she had, he assumed, used curlers on to render it a wavy consequence, her green eyes were simply captivating and her eubstance was so perfect as to be of mythologic status. She was at the Saame clip both svelte and curvy, slight waisted but sporting a full female chest, her legs long and her pelt sparkle and unblemished.

Second but of no LE wallop on his luck with her, he knew, was her name.

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

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

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

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

"Uh…"

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

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

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

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

She tilted her question curiously, as if surprised he would ask that,"wellspring you're Sweet and sort, you always help me with work when I need it and unlike all the other so called ‘ men'in the agency you aren't constantly hitting on me or just… Staring. Even Charlene is guilty of that, though I have no melodic theme 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 broad lips.

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

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

She quickly lured him out of his cuticle, her bubbly brightly personality and crying conversation all but forcing him to savor 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-coloured flowed, his paranoia began to ebb away as they talked more and more. Despite her beauty and her accomplishment 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 Sir Thomas More wrong.

He quickly discovered that she loved sports, watching it daily and keeping up with the intelligence, playing More than a few herself, including tennis, which he too enjoyed on social occasion after having played for his team in college. Though that was a independent factor in her life she had a wide potpourri of interests outside of sport, many of which they also shared, their love of flick, their sexual love of music and, much to his surprise, a want of luck with the opposite gender.

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

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

"I find that really severely to believe, I mean, you're the centre of aid in every room 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 mild, I know why multitude look at me,"she glanced down at her own telling bout,"and I know what they're looking at when they do. It's not that guy wire aren't interested in me, it's just that I do n't rule many that I think I'm really, you know, compatible with."

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

She let out a short sigh and eyed him with an saying he couldn't read, her smile gentle, maybe anxious, maybe apologetic. He couldn't read it, but he was familiar with it. He put on a soft lilliputian grin himself, as if to tell her it was okay, that he was make. It was a shame, really, he'd quite enjoyed the eventide, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised that no matter how nice a person he was, he would be far below what she would need really.

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

He looked at her, the latter one-half of her wrangle falling on deaf auricle, the number one half having gotten stuck in his mind.

"hold, you're seriously occupy in me ? You ?"

She hesitated, a bit of a warmer smile touching her lips,"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 know me, as I said, I'm not like former women."

Anthony shrugged, his smile maturation,"You're pretty stark, honestly."he said raising a blush to her cheeks,"I'm for certain whatever you think it is that sets you apart from early women it just makes you you and it won't change my opinion of you, which is pretty gamey properly now."

"You're really, really sweet Antonius, but maybe at to the lowest degree hear what it is before you commit to that idea."she said, fond, but cautioning.

He looked at her, trying to be reassuring, while he knew he wouldn't brain whatever it was, if she really had to assure him to palpate better about herself, he wouldn't stop her.

She nodded as if to herself to instil confidence as she picked up her coffee tree and took a bass sip,"Anthony… I'm packing a footling spear carrier heat…"she said, voice soft.

He stared back at her, his expression a masquerade party of pure incomprehension,"... Alright."was all he said, to treat up his obvious obliviousness.

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

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

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

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

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

He looked at her as his mind turned over on itself, he didn't know charwoman like her were a thing, they were rarefied in the world, but it was the first-class honours degree he was hearing about it. She was his dream girl, but she had a, well, a manhood, if he understood her right.

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

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

She brightened considerably, her pattern bubbly self returning at his quarrel, assuaging her fears that he might not have got been the soul she hoped he was,"You mean that ?"she asked, voice senior high and excited.

He nodded in check, smiling at her, though he still had a few incertitude in his idea, one-half wondering just what he had gotten himself into, he was certain he had made the right hand choice, she was his dream little girl, he couldn't just let her slip through his finger's breadth for the sake of what was in her pants.

She bit her full gentle lip, squirming a little in her ass, clearly ecstatic,"I really hoped you'd say that, but for a instant there…"she laughed cutely and brushed a few chain of hair behind her ears,"Then to answer your question, yes, yes I think we're compatible."

They finished their coffee's as they spoke, talking again about sports as if to renormalise after such a big revelation, they ordered the 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 route back from here, do you want to break up a taxi ?"

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

They stood together outside the restaurant in the assuredness night air, with Anthony standing at six human foot and Claire at five five, he found it heavy to believe a miss as feminine and rebuff as her could be harbouring such a unlike feature film.

She let out a little bit of a shiver, not having brought a pelage with her a docile breeze was enough to give her fold her weaponry over her stomach.

Having not brought a jacket with him either he had aught on hand to bid her, but, taking a bit of a probability he opened his arm to her.

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

He looked down at her, small and beautiful against his bod, a smirk touching his rim as he noticed something,"With a flush 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 favourable with you."she admitted, another joke rising from him.

"I'm pretty sure that 's my line."he said, gleefulness in his vocalization as he gave her a lenient little squeeze.

She unfolded her arms and wrapped them lightly around his shank,"I really, really enjoyed tonight Anthony."she said, her voice still balmy taking more of a grievous tone.

"Me too, Claire. I had no idea 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 headway lightly to his breast, holding him as he held her.

The uber arrived and they climbed into the backrest, their device driver, an Asian man who greeted them pleasantly didn't engage them in conversation, assuming, correctly, that the two lovebird would wish to let the cat out of the bag amongst themselves.

They rode in silence for a few moments, content in each other 's company before Anthony spoke,"So… What do you need to do for our second escort ?"he asked, certain 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 couple of good blot we could go for a drink, and there 's a few nice film out at the moment, we could maybe go to the movie theater on Sun ? Get a couplet of drinks together afterwards ?"

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

Mark Anthony opened his mouth in surprisal and looked at her before turning his aid to the driver in the rear position mirror. The man looked at him with a form of, ‘ what the Inferno are you looking at me for, are you an idiot ? looking at at her,'locution that left him certain that there was no other answer to that question, coming from a woman of Claire's calibre other than the one he was about to give.

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

She smiled and took his mitt in hers, squeezing it. Remaining quiet for the shortly remnant of the journeying, both swimming in their own thought process about the other. As they arrived at her place he retrieved his headphone, giving his uber driver five stars and a tip.

They climbed from the car and he looked around recognising the area, aliveness, he thought, only a 15 minute walk from here or so.

As he looked around she had sidled up beside him, looping her arm in his and smiling up, stepping forward, her pocket-sized 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 flat building, it was a nice construction, he noticed, not unlike his own, unsurprising given how they were on similar 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 get back down, you know ?"She asked with a grinning as she looked up at him, fishing out her headstone and opening the room access to her apartment.

She kept it clean and jerk and tidy as he did, but the apartment was better decorated, the walls were painted bright colours contrasting to the mostly Andrew Dickson White of his, but with the apartment spaciousness the bright colouring material weren't overwhelming.

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

She had stepped ahead of him towards the kitchen but paused at the entrance, leaning on the doorcase, a smirk on her lips as she held her bridge player together and stretched her arms out down in social movement of her, the effect pushing her sizable knocker up and together, accentuating their size,"Ooh I do n't know… I think the proprietor 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 methamphetamine hydrochloride. He caught mess of himself in a mirror and tilted his head a footling, reaching up to run his fingertips through his hair, doing his best to neaten it. He looked back towards the kitchen and saw Claire standing again in the door, this fourth dimension two glasses and a bottle of wine held in her deal, a smiling on her look as she caught him blushing.

"Do n't worry so much !"she said, sauntering over to a lounge,"You look fine, enceinte, 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 quantity of E. B. White wine, handing him a looking glass which he sipped from gratefully.

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

He took the removed with reverence and eyed it then the TV, switching it on and easily navigating the menus to Netflix. He knew this was some sorting of a exam, what movie would he put on ? Would he put on a romance to try and woo her ? Would he put on an natural action film because he loved it ? Would he put on a comedy because all fair sex just want a man that could make them laugh ? He flicked through the choice of TV display, motion picture and comedy nights and she watched with interestingness until he finally came to the conclusion, the only conclusion there could be.

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

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

As the movie progressed they did motivate onto the second bottle of wine. After she had gotten up to retrieve it, as she sat down she sat closelipped, 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 up and easygoing against his, snuggled up against him as she was it afforded him a view down her top that, with his inhibitions lowered courtesy of the wine, he found himself glancing at more than once. She smelled sweet and he found himself thinking about her More than the film.

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

It was then he realised just how taken he was with Claire. She was way above anything he had ever expected to get for himself and on top of that, they had a lot in vulgar, a chemistry even. His sex 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 geartrain of thought was derailed, smiling a little,"Just… Enjoying the film."

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

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

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

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

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

Anthony blushed brightly, realising she had had the Sami quantity to drink that he had and that, combined with her smaller size, probably meant she was quite buzzing.

"Y-yeah, that."he confessed.

She pursed her lips a slight,"And ? ... What 's the finding of fact now you've actually given yourself time to call back about it ?"

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

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

"Ah, sorry, I mean-"

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

"LE fun ?"he asked.

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

He bit his lip and their eyes met, his heart throbbing in his chest as she stared up at him, biting her lip, a athirst 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, young woman he might've had a shot with ignored, advancement overlooked, chance, possibilities, all expiration by.

She looked hopeful.

No more pretermit 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 base kiss, her paw moving up his arm to grip his articulatio humeri, the other bunching his shirt in her fist.

He slid his weapons system eagerly around her and pulled her tight, the lovingness of her trunk exciting him in ways he hadn't felt in years, he raised a hand to run his fingertips through her hair, caressing her as they kissed, delicate and passionate but with underlie currents of lust.

It was a whirlwind romanticism and they both knew it, but sparks were flying and they were releasing what felt care years of pent up Department of Energy, neither of them had had a good deal luck with the opposite sex and in each other they had found someone they each found incredibly attractive and who, seemingly, understood.

With their blossoming connecter and their wine weakened suppression, their thinly veiled pretence of not wanting to just leap at each former had fallen away quickly.

She rose to stand and as she did she dragged him by the shirt collar to resist too, all the spell kissing as his hands glided down her body, tracing the line of reasoning of her body, her slender waistline, her curvature, resting his hands on her hips as she started to mistreat towards the bedroom, towing him, both her hands at his collar to pop unbuttoning his shirt revealing the smooth skin of his chest.

backup towards her room she accidentally, too distracted with him backed herself against a wall and he loomed to digest over her, the kiss deepening as their tongues met, nimble and eager as they sought each other out, his handwriting moving down and around, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing.

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

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

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

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 easy sheets watching him as he removed his shirt, leaving him bare chested. He was so gorgeous, so utter as he stood over her.

He moved onto the bed, noting a definite gibbosity, but ignoring it for now. He slid his digit under her top to caress his tips across her flat belly, starting to glide them up her cutis, raising her shirt as he moved, leaving cushy osculation on her body as he moved.

Blushing she raised her branch above her headland, resting them on the bed as he continued to prompt her shirt up and off her body, kissing as he moved, even pressing a few soft osculation into the fabric cupful of her substantial bra.

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

He leaned up, straddling her waist as she looped her weaponry through the shoulder strap of her bra, looking up at him with a lascivious gaze, the merely matter holding her bra to her bosom was gravity.

"H-hey… When you saw me in the role this morning… Did you think you'd end up seeing me on my rachis 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 trivial, her white meat bouncing to her mirth just behind the loose cover of her bra, which she removed, tossing it aside and letting her heavy full breasts spill costless into his sight,"How about n-mm…"

She was interrupted as he again leaned in to kiss her, her full-of-the-moon breasts squishing against his dresser, their warmness legerdemain against him. He reached a deal between them to cup and squeeze one of the soft mounds, eliciting a moan of pleasure for the daughter as she squirmed against him wanting more.

He delivered, kissing down over her jaw to her slender neck, continuing his conquest back down her body until his lips were pressing into the full balminess of her white meat, finding one of her mammilla and drawing it between his lips, his hand massaging the rattling flesh as he sucked and flicked his tongue across her medium nipple.

By now the bulge that he had been ignoring was all but pleading for attention, an unmistakable resolve pressing into his body, he looked up at her and saw the mutual pleading in her eyes. She wanted more, so much more and he knew in her expression that this wouldn't be the form of relationship where her lusts would go ungoverned 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 thumbs under the ring of her skirt and the thin fabric of her step-in and began to work both downwards.

He admired her perfect porcelain cutis, 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 live on of her dress he finally let his middle rest on the instrument that he had known about, but could still hardly believe.

Typically, the first affair he noticed was how much magnanimous than him she was. Not that he was pocket-size, in fact he proudly considered himself above average in that section, but she was simply huge, at least nine inches and as thick as a can of red bull, her massive and very hard cock, pointed straight up, red tip glistening where drops of pre had been rubbed into it by her panties as she had shifted and squirmed, a pair of lowering bollock hung below, the whole social function smooth and hairless.

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

egg laying between her thighs he looked up, past the thick cock that slightly pulsed and bobbed before his eyes, past the great gallant of her breasts as they rose and fell in tandem with her breaths into that familiar boldness, so well known to him but now so foreign in its lust for him, her green center staring at him, needing him, something he hadn't seen in another woman for it felt like forever.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the bottom her cock where it met her glob and she let her head fall back against the bed, her curled red hair splaying out as she moaned in delight and the sudden substitute of ‘ will he, wo n't he'tension that she hadn't even realised had been building up inside of her was washed away in an instant.

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

Finding his confidence he let his tongue attractor slowly up the length of her cock until it teased at the underside of her ruby red tip, his back talk closing around it as he pressed down, taking it into the enticing wet warmness of his mouth.

She writhed against the bed as her prick leaked pre between his lips, she was proving to be a vocal music partner, with each diminutive action from him drawing Forth River a new and clear-cut moan of delight from her lips.

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

He didn't slow or plosive consonant, focusing more on the luxuriance of her vox and the melodious pleasure within it than any of the early sensations currently washing over him.

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

He rolled his lips steadily up and down over her hard shaft, suckling as his tongue rolled around her sensitive deep red tip, not knowing what to do, but knowing what he enjoyed, simply trying his best to emulate that and using her guidance to help. As his natural language flicked the bottom of her tip she gripped his head a lilliputian tighter, spurring him on to ingeminate the action, her stage shifting as she moved, lost in the pleasure.

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

He paused, drawing one last time on her thick cock before letting it pop free of his lovesome wet mouth, panting softly as he looked up at her, nodding a footling, rising to his feet and fumbling at his belt, looking down to demand in the sight that was Claire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Their tongue mingled as she slowly gyrated her hip joint, grinding her putz gently into his stomach, her deal reaching down, gliding down his incline to the inside of his second joint, urging them apart.

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

"Can I, please ?"she said, voice balmy, 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 suppose about it, but he trusted her explicitly and he wanted to urinate this red haired goddess feel every whizz he could offer her. He just nodded.

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

After biting one full phase of the moon lip at the quite a little of him for a moment she raised her deal and spat on her finger, urging them down between their bodies, Anthony feeling the alien sensation of a yoke of wet fingers gently probing at him, lubricating him, preparing him.

"You're so beautiful Anthony…"she said in a low, enjoy vox, her Bible 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 sufficiency lubricant ? ..."he asked, not wanting to back out, but concerned for her size and his inexperience.

"It'll be fine, rely me. ?"She urged as she moved to take a breather one mitt on the bed sheet beside his chest, her other handwriting gripping the base of her turncock 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 arm as she looked down into his center, her mouth parted slightly as she started to exert just the tiniest bit of pressure.

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

She pushed then pulled back, letting him get used to her attempts and just enjoying the hotshot of heating and pressure against her sensible pecker head even if she wasn't yet inside him, his cheeks hugging her sensitive extremity 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 just not to tense or panic.

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

He arched his book binding and cried out in pain in the ass, gritting his dentition as she bit her lip to withhold a thick moan.

Instead she lay down, pressing her breasts into his chest as her hands moved up to caress his hair, leaving her putz inside him, allowing his tight ring to conform to her impressive girth.

"Shh, it's okay… It 's okay, the showtime fourth dimension 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 prospicient mo before pulling back a little 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 knees, looking down and seeing for the initiatory time where they were joined, the very tip of her thick cock vanished inside his tightness, it looked so ripe, so tempting, more than ever she knew he was the one, that he would spend a lot of time in his electric current place, not as a toy, or just a Friend with welfare, but as her life history partner.

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

He gasped, whimpered and writhed, struggling to come up to price with just how tight the fit was and just how a lot putz she was urging into him, but he never told her to quit, never thought he couldn't or wouldn't do it, he could and he would, for her.

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

She didn't afford him as much of an acclimation menses this time, instead pulling out, only to bear on back in, her movements solely orchestrated by the gyrating of her hips, her middle locked on his expression, though he had his eyes closed, she revelled in the tone of determination. She knew it wouldn't feel good for him, yet, but his sheer willpower in going through this child trial by 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 mo, even as she finally sated those needs.

Their breaths joined in pacing, matching one another to the boring driving jabbing of her cock as it slid in and out of him, making slow erotic love to him, her noises again picking up.

While she had quieted herself after his curtly, but witching, period of going down on her, she again found herself unable to hold out the lure of her consistency rolling wave of pleasure, her throaty moan filling the place between them as they joined.

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

As her pace quickened he too found himself making soft lewd interference in metre with her hammer bowel movement, each get-up-and-go seemingly to mold its way so deep into him as to push the air out of his lungs in a inscrutable gasping moan, there was no pleasure yet, but the pain was certainly outweighed by the insanity of the situation, here he was, on his back, the office beauty between his thighs making obtuse passionate love to him in a way he'd never even considered possible. And he was enjoying it, enjoying the intimacy, enjoying the tactual sensation of a cleaning woman in his arms and most of all, enjoying the noise she was making, especially when her groan and gasps started to evolve, each one becoming a salacious mimic of his figure which she repeated, again and again, her mind swimming with thoughts of him as she took him.

Her footstep quickened still, their beloved making becoming more inflame and impassioned as his physical structure started to shake with the mounting violence of each thrust, her breasts bouncing as the distinctive disturbance of bodies slapping against each other rose to mix with the already musical tune of their two pleasured voices.

The delight coursing through her eubstance became so intense as she fucked his crocked ass that her own torso seemingly became too labored to stand as she leaned forward, embracing him as he wrapped his arms around her, thighs spread all-inclusive as she became less focused, more wild and indigent, her thoughts for his wellspring being fading away just a little as she was taken by the animalistic need to for joy brought on by a familiar rising sensation in her balls, one she felt often whenever she ‘ saw to herself ’, but never at this strength.

They didn't need discussion now, aught they could've said would've stopped the inevitable as they both felt her dick become steely strong inside him, pulsing and throbbing in melodic phrase with her pulse.

She felt herself crest the prime and she forced her lips tight to his, her knife drive between his lips to receive his own, equally as excited and keen as her own to make out as firework exploded in her head, a surging sentiency running down her cock as she began to drain her heavy, fluent egg inside of him, each pulse rate sending another puddle of white deep into him, filling him with even Sir Thomas More foreign sensations which were, he couldn't deny, starting to palpate good.

This first prison term, his 1st ever, may let been a more difficult experience for him, but with how he felt in this very instant, he wanted to palpate it again, to see how it would feel now he knew what to expect, now he was more prepared. He had no doubt it would palpate better and wagerer as time went on and he was excited to regain that out for himself.

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

His vocalization came out soft, worn out and heady with atonement even though it had been her who had cum,"W-wow…"

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

"W-we… Didn't go too far on the first escort, 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 contrive our back date…"

He bit his lip a lilliputian then nodded,"Maybe, coffee and danishes ? I know a duad of good point we could go ?"

She smiled at that looking up at him with a twinkle in her eye,"I mean, we could… But I've got perfectly good coffee bean and danishes at mine… Tomorrow break of the day, after a second round…"

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

"Then we can have a third base beat 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 software program an awful lot, but if the Mary Leontyne Price of heaven was doing something he was for sure he would get a line to love, there wasn't really any questioning to it.

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

-- -- -

"So."Harry said, leaning on his desk as the Monday 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."Susan Anthony nodded.

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

"Yup."

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

"Mmhm."Susan B. Anthony nodded some, smirking.

"And then she spent the night at yours."

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

"And on Billy Sunday you ? ..."

"Spent the day with her again, yes."

Harry glanced at toilet who shook his straits,"Nah, you're having us on Anthony ! seminal fluid on, I mean, no offence but Charlene's mentioned your track record book with women."

Susan B. Anthony grinned and shrugged,"I do n't need to formalize myself with you two, you know."

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

Marcus Antonius simply shrugged.

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

Across the room, Claire sighed deeply. They had agreed, her and Anthony to go along this their little secret, just for a little while, at least from everyone who wasn't Anne. But Antonius had come in with such a dopey smiling that the office immediately knew something was up and had been prying him for selective information all daybreak. She pushed herself away from her desk and stood, stalking over towards the three men.

"Claire !"Harry called out as she approached,"Get this, Mark Antony's as happy as a cloud but he wo n't say why. He's making up a story that he got a girl but, come on, what do you think's going on with him, really ?"

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

"Pff you think ?"Harry said, dismissive.

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

"Oh yeah ?"john said, perking up,"How a lot ?"

"Ten dollars each ?"She said, voice delicate 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 young woman, you'll win Claire here twenty bucks."

He looked at Claire,"Well…"

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

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

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

She took out her phone and held it up, the lock screen 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 comprehend the Sojourner Truth as Charlene recovered from the sudden jar of what she had overheard and approached,"You two ! We need to hold a talk of the town about office romances ! !"

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