Mark Antony awoke to a piercing buzzing tune, a Nice enough melody, but one he had come to disdain shortly after he had made the misunderstanding of making it his alarum. The culprit, his ache 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 XXIV hour period of time not dissimilar to the hold out one. A mundane work day.

He sighed and reached out with a fatigue, sleep-leaden arm, feeling across the surface of his nightstand until his fingers traced the cool smooth surface 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 cushy sigh and let the warmth of his mattress and quilts once more take him, as he always did for the glorious length of the short sleep button, subject matter and comfortable.

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

Muttering a condemnation under his breath, the Saame as always, he sighed and opened his eye, squinting against the Christ Within that pushed through his curtains to illuminate his bedroom. This prison term, however, instead of setting his phone to snooze he sat up on his elbows, scooping up his phone and unplugging the charger, letting the overseas telegram lazily fall to the floor as he switched off the alarm and checked his notifications. A few societal media prods and a option of news story dotted his screen and he swiped them away, not yet in the frame of humour to care about either.

He set the phone down and swung his legs out of bed, stretching his implements of war out and yawning as he stood and stepped forward into the coolness of his apartment, making his way, bare 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 physical body slumped and tired, his face unshaven, his dreary hair messy and unkempt, a twosome of blue squinting middle peering back, the hunched form wearing aught but a pair of lightly Grey pugilist shorts.

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

After utilising the facilities he shaved, cypher fantasy since he'd longsighted 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 increase, leaving his cheeks, jaw and neck smooth. He noted subconsciously that he was probably only a week away from needing a haircut to hold his short professional style, but that was futurity Marcus Antonius's problem.

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

He gargled H2O and spat, washing his toothbrush and putting it aside, moving to his exhibitor unit of measurement which he switched on, leaving it for a few moments to let the temperature settee before he stepped under the hot water.

He tilted his head word back, letting the water pour down over his hair, smoothing it and letting it continue in turned on minuscule runnel down the hide of his fit body. Relaxing even as the sensations lured him for the vestiges of sleep.

After languishing in the pleasurable rut for a few long moments he lathered himself with soap and washed out his hair with shampoo, letting the hot stream of pee wash the suds from his body before, a fiddling regretfully, he switched the shower off, wiping the supernumerary water from his skin before stepping from the unit onto a plush shower mat, feeling the soft lovingness 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 unawares dark fuzz, 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 hold the primary feather suit for his trope was a divine metamorphosis for which he was eternally grateful.

After giving himself one last-place smell over he was somewhat please to confirm that the lavatory was down one shambling neanderthal and up one fertile member of society.

Despite being the alone one in his flat he modestly wrapped the towel around his shank, collecting his discarded pugilist before he made his way back to his bedroom. He turned the radio on on his speech sound after checking the meter and finding out, a pleasant surprisal, that it was Friday and, with the damp towel still clinging to his body began to neatly layout his suit for the day ; Patrick White boxers, inkiness pant, black shoes, Elwyn Brooks White shirt, black belt, red striped tie.

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

He finally set aside the towel as he started to garment, folding it over a radiator before pulling on his legal brief and listening to the daily news bulletin. The news these solar day was predictable, always the same, always scandals, tragedy, wars. It came to something, he thought, when the news was as number as his life.

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

After he was finished he gave himself one endure look over in the mirror, looking for any furrow or blemishes, any mistakes or overlook buttons. Satisfied, he silenced his phone and slid it along with his notecase and Florida key in their ascribe pockets and made his way out of his flat into the frigidity brisk air of the domain, beginning the daily commute.

The commute was longer than he would wish, but not particularly arduous, the underground running at regular intervals and, thankfully, never so tightly packed that he was squished in next to other citizenry. He also had the just fortune of passing by a coffee tree cubicle which made the mornings bearable. A man should never dispute the value of a kiosk which sells truly sound coffee, in which, if he could, he partook more than once a day.

Anthony didn't like to think he was addicted to the bait of coffee, he merely required it to serve. Like air, and citizenry weren't addicted to that, he would often reason to himself internally.

He stepped into the hall of his edifice and smiled politely to the receptionist who recognised him, returning the smiling. He stepped to the elevators and during the ride up took the starting time sip of his impudently grease one's palms coffee, letting out a pleasant sigh.

Anthony worked in the wonderfully riveting humankind of finance and while the body of work was challenging it was never particularly new or occupy. Despite that, he did the work and did it well. There was no dispute that he was a valuable member of the manpower and, it was generally believed, could've been a team drawing card or junior manager by now. However as chance and musca volitans to move mellow came and went, Anthony stayed where he was, never quite believing himself safe enough to abuse up in the globe, once more contented.

He stepped from the elevator on his flooring and navigated the workspace towards his desk. He wasn't the start 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 workfellow's machine which had probably been reported as broken the nighttime before, likely fixing it before its user arrived that dawn, a dear guy by all accounts. So too, he noticed was Charlene, a curvy iniquity skinned woman in her late XX or betimes thirty-something, an attractive fair sex with a simply unbelievable bust who has the misfortune of representing HR. There were four others of his team already in, the two newcomer, trick and Harry, both good men, Claire, a busty redhead who was so far out of his conference that, despite working on the Same squad as him, he was sure she didn't know he existed and Lucy, a raven haired short girl who dressed conservatively and socialised just as outwardly.

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

He sat down at his desk and set his chocolate down, switching his PC on. He watched, with gratification as he logged in to his desktop 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 routine fashion, the rest period of the office showed up, everyone got on with their work, people talked, an satisfactory storey of predictable banter and gossiper was had. Susan Anthony partook in it a little, but mainly he focused on his work.

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

"Can I birth a Book with you in my business office for a minute, Anthony ?"she asked, voice friendly and mollify, though the words sent a pang of anxiety through him that catapulted his intellect into overdrive. Had he made a misunderstanding ? Was he in trouble ?

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

"If you can, please."

He glanced back at his desktop, nous rattle for some excuse as to why he would have to wait ten, or even just five minutes so he could find out what he had done awry and cook some sort of action design to fix it, but nada immediately presented itself and he was, by all accounts, an honest man.

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

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

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

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

Anne was a splice womanhood, in her late forties with, from how often she spoke of them, he assumed as many child, and she liked to recollect of herself as having a motherly comportment in the office. She had shoulder duration mousy browned hair that, gossip insisted, was dyed, though he didn't much care. Their human relationship had been purely professional over the four days since he had started here. They had talked and socialised at the infrequent out of body of work mandatory gather, but it had never progressed beyond that.

"Antony, I want to let the cat out of the bag to you about a bit of a sensitive subject…"she said as she sat, steepling her fingers.

Bad sign.

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

"I've been your manager since the day you joined us here and I'm happy to say you've been an monitory penis of the team…"she continued, causing him no sum of muddiness. Bad news rarely followed the word exemplary, but he stayed silent, letting her go on, her spokesperson tentative, as if testing the waters,"Staff have come and gone, my teams expanded, we've received congratulations, bonuses, all good tidings 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 clock time you branched out."

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

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

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

He hesitated, staying silent.

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

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

"There isn't a new lieu coming available, 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 good person, Anthony. A neat worker, skillful and variety, but you don't have any drive, any ambition."she said, bluntly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She opened her mouth to verbalize, then hesitated, picking her Christian Bible carefully,"I've set you up on a date with someone who I think you will get on well with."His expression must have said a thousand words because she was quick to add,"And I would consider it a personal favor if you would go ahead with it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

He opened his backtalk to speak, to protest, but he stopped. This was a very personal subject, but one that, if he refused, could affect his working relationship with his manager, a precarious position.

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

He sat there for a few mo, staring at his screen before Charlene approached, apparently registering a pretty shadowed expression on his typeface."Is everything okey ?"she asked, clearly seeking chit-chat 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 engagement, but he thought about it again. Anne, for all her fault, was well intentioned, trying to do him a party favor and while it would cost him his evening in the company of whoever she thought was suited for him, he wasn't going to be doing much with his prison term anyway.

"Everythings amercement, just a little catch up over some work."he said, sitting up a piddling 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 tranquillity Fri evening, he thought.

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

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

During his commute base, coffee in script he tried to consider about the sort of woman someone like Anne would try to set him up with, but he just didn't know her well enough to get piecing together a picture. Would she be older, one of Anne's friends ? Would she be class ? A daughter or niece maybe ? Would she be still and reserved like Lucy, or something completely different ? He had no idea and before he knew it his thoughts had carried him dwelling house.

Finding himself with about an minute and a half to belt down before he had to go out he spend some time picking out his rig, the same impertinent cursory rig, he realised once he was done, he had probably worn the lastly sentence he had gone to Quel's with work.

After he had done that he did the only other thing he could remember 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 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, phone, wallet and keys into their assigned pockets he once again left his apartment, opting to walk to try and keep his emerging anxieties 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 tabular array and he ordered a meth of water, checking his phone he noted that he was around five mo early, so he tried to loose, though his gaze kept flickering towards the door.

Eight'o'clock came and went, so did five yesteryear, so did ten past. He was starting to feel his anxiety turn into superfluity, incertain how to feel about being stood up on a subterfuge appointment, unsure of what he could say to Anne on Monday.

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

He looked up and froze, mouth half open.

Before him stood a woman, about his age and wearing a farsighted sleeved deep red high neck blouse and knee length chick, 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 number of reasons.

first base and foremost, she was just gorgeous. She had long red hair that she had, he assumed, used roller on to give it a wavy event, her green eyes were simply captivating and her organic structure was so perfect as to be of fabulous condition. She was at the like sentence both slender and curvy, dilute waisted but sporting a full fizzle, her legs yearn and her skin light and unblemished.

mo but of no LE impact on his chance 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 tabular array to pull her electric chair 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 blank space, 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 little, smiling warmly as she tucked a whorl of hair behind one ear,"Work today was a nightmare wasn't it ?"

"Uh…"

"Oh you're right, we shouldn't talk about work."She blushed and smiled,"You know when I asked Anne if you were single I never expected her to say yes, let alone help 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 self-doubt get the better of him,"Why would you need to date me ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He quickly discovered that she loved sportswoman, watching it daily and keeping up with the word, playing to a greater extent than a few herself, including tennis, which he too enjoyed on affair after having played for his team in college. Though that was a primary element in her life she had a wide variety of interests outside of mutant, many of which they also shared, their lovemaking of film, their love of music and, much to his surprisal, a deficiency of portion with the paired gender.

He blinked, certain he had just misheard her,"I'm sorry, it's been how long since your last swain ?"he asked, vocalization surprised as he sipped his coffee, their desserts finished. He knew asking the head 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 blockade, her smile slight.

"I find that really hard to trust, I mean, you're the essence of aid in every room you walk into."he smiled, knowing it was the truth.

She giggled a little, her blush brightening,"Flatterer ... I'm not blind, or really that small-scale, I know why people look at me,"she glanced down at her own impressive fizzle,"and I know what they're looking at when they do. It's not that guys aren't occupy in me, it's just that I do n't find out 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 little sigh and eyed him with an reflexion 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 easygoing lilliputian smiling himself, as if to tell her it was okay, that he was set. It was a pity, really, he'd quite enjoyed the evening, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised that no thing how nice a someone he was, he would be far below what she would want really.

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

He looked at her, the latter half of her words falling on deaf pinna, the first 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 surd to conceive ?"

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

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

Anthony shrugged, his grin growing,"You're pretty pure, honestly."he said raising a blush to her cheeks,"I'm surely whatever you think it is that hardening you apart from early womanhood it just makes you you and it won't change my opinion of you, which is pretty high right now."

"You're really, really scented 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 nous whatever it was, if she really had to evidence him to feel better about herself, he wouldn't stop her.

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

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

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

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

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

He watched her for a few foresightful here and now, then his brow raised,"Oh. Ooooooh. Oooh… I think I understand."

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

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

He would take in to bear a word with Anne on Monday, ask her just what she thought his type was, because it seemed, if Claire was anything to go off of, Anne believed his case was a beautiful, charming, intelligent, good story, fit, curvy women… His string of thought derailed before it even reached the point of her talent. It didn't need to.

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

She brightened considerably, her normal bubbly self returning at his words, assuaging her awe that he might not take been the mortal she hoped he was,"You mean that ?"she asked, voice high gear and excited.

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

She bit her wax diffuse lip, squirming a little in her seat, clearly ecstatic,"I really hoped you'd say that, but for a second there…"she laughed cutely and brushed a few Strand of fuzz behind her capitulum,"Then to do your query, yes, yes I think we're compatible."

They finished their coffee tree's as they spoke, talking again about fun as if to normalise after such a big Apocalypse, they ordered the Federal Reserve note and he, despite her dissent, paid for it himself, insisting with a grinning.

"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 split a cab ?"

Pleased to hear that she lived close, though he had planned to take the air he was more than happy at the panorama of More clip with her so agreed, pulling out his smartphone and, after she had given him her destination, ordering an Uber.

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

She let out a short bit of a chill, not having brought a coat with her a gentle breeze was enough to stimulate her folding her weapon system over her stomach.

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

Claire looked at him, not interpret for a abbreviated moment before it clicked and she blushed a niggling, stepping closer into his arm, enjoying the warmth of his physical structure against hers.

He looked down at her, small and beautiful against his frame, a smirk touching his lip 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 grin,"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, mirth in his voice as he gave her a balmy petty squeeze.

She unfolded her limb and wrapped them lightly around his waist,"I really, really enjoyed tonight Anthony."she said, her voice still soft taking more than 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 chocolates or something for persuading me into this."he grinned.

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

The uber arrived and they climbed into the dorsum, their driver, an Asian man who greeted them pleasantly didn't engage them in conversation, assuming, correctly, that the two budgerigar would care to babble out amongst themselves.

They rode in secretiveness for a few moments, message in each early 's company before Anthony spoke,"So… What do you want to do for our indorse particular date ?"he asked, certain that they both wanted a repeat.

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

"That would be nice."he smiled,"I know a twain of good spots we could go for a drink, and there 's a few decent picture show out at the moment, we could maybe go to the cinema on Sunday ? Get a duad of crapulence 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 good Netflix account and wine storage locker at mine… Tonight, if you want."

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

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

She smiled and took his deal in hers, squeezing it. Remaining quiet for the short residuum of the journey, both swimming in their own thoughts about the other. As they arrived at her office he retrieved his telephone set, giving his uber driver five ace and a tip.

They climbed from the car and he looked around recognising the surface area, livelihood, he thought, only a 15 second walk of life 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 minor cad clicking on the sidewalk as she steered him towards her spot.

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

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

She kept it clean and tidy as he did, but the apartment was better decorated, the bulwark were painted bright gloss contrasting to the mostly Edward D. White of his, but with the apartment spaciousness the smart colouring material weren't overwhelming.

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

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

He stepped further in and cleared his pharynx, hearing her in the kitchen, the tinkling of trash. He caught vision of himself in a mirror and tilted his head a piddling, reaching up to run his fingertips through his hair, doing his in effect to neaten it. He looked back towards the kitchen and saw Claire standing again in the doorway, this fourth dimension two glasses and a bottleful of wine held in her manus, a grin on her aspect as she caught him blushing.

"Do n't worry so a great deal !"she said, sauntering over to a sofa,"You look ok, large, actually."she winked,"Joining me ?"she sat herself down and reclined comfortably, looking across to Susan Brownell Anthony expectantly.

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

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

He took the remote with awe and eyed it then the TV, switching it on and easily navigating the menus to Netflix. He knew this was some sort of a examination, what movie would he put on ? Would he put on a Latinian language to try and woo her ? Would he put on an action film because he loved it ? Would he put on a clowning because all adult female just want a man that could make them laugh ? He flicked through the selection of TV shows, movies and funniness nighttime and she watched with interest until he finally came to the conclusion, the only decision there could be.

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

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

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

She was far more than intoxicating than the vino was, her slender body affectionate and soft against his, snuggled up against him as she was it afforded him a scene down her top that, with his inhibitions lowered courtesy of the wine, he found himself glancing at more than once. She smelled dessert and he found himself thinking about her more than the film.

He had said he would accept her no matter what and even knowing what he did now his belief 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 manhood didn't phase him, which confused him a little. He'd never thought about it before, or fantasized about it, but it just didn't matter to him.

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

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

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

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

He looked back towards the filmdom, the close of the credits rolling as he stared.

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

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

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

Anthony blushed brightly, realising she had had the Same amount to wassail that he had and that, combined with her modest sizing, 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 take care 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 puzzle, you're perfect. If you were in love with it that would be lupus erythematosus fun."she nodded.

"LE fun ?"he asked.

"Well, then I wouldn't be able-bodied to teach you how to have sex it…"she said, her vox low and sultry, her middle full of promises.

He bit his lip and their centre met, his heart hammer in his chest as she stared up at him, biting her lip, a hungry locution on her beautiful, kind features.

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

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

She looked hopeful.

No more overlook 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 get-go osculation, her hand moving up his arm to grip his berm, the early bunching his shirt in her fist.

He slid his arms eagerly around her and pulled her tight, the warmth of her trunk exciting him in ways he hadn't felt in years, he raised a handwriting to run his fingertips through her hairsbreadth, caressing her as they kissed, soft and passionate but with fundamental currents of lust.

It was a whirlwind love affair and they both knew it, but Dame Muriel Spark were flying and they were releasing what felt care years of pent up energy, neither of them had had much luck with the opposition sex and in each other they had found somebody they each found incredibly attractive and who, seemingly, understood.

With their blossoming connectedness and their wine weakened inhibitions, their thinly veiled make-believe of not wanting to just spring at each other had fallen away quickly.

She rose to stand and as she did she dragged him by the shirt pinch to stand too, all the while kissing as his hands glided down her body, tracing the strain of her trunk, her slender waistline, her bend, resting his hands on her hips as she started to step towards the bedroom, towing him, both her manpower at his collar to start unbuttoning his shirt revealing the placid skin of his chest of drawers.

Backing towards her room she accidentally, too distracted with him backed herself against a wall and he loomed to stand over her, the kiss deepening as their tongues met, nimble and tidal bore as they sought each former out, his helping hand moving down and around, cupping her ass face and squeezing.

She moaned into the kiss and as he lifted her from the storey, raising she snaked her arms around his neck, his shirt now unfastened as she too laced her legs around his shank, holding onto him as they made out, her back pressed against the wall and her swelling endowment pressing to his stomach, not that he noticed or cared.

She ran her fingers through his hair, lavishing in the sensations of such a gorgeous man paying her the 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 kiss so they could stare at each other, capable mouthed, panting softly as they stared with one-half lidded eyes into each former 's souls.

Without a word he carried her into her sleeping room, tossing her onto the bed where she bounced with a gasp, laying lounged out on the diffuse canvas watching him as he removed his shirt, leaving him air chested. He was so gorgeous, so utter as he stood over her.

He moved onto the bed, noting a definite bulge, but ignoring it for now. He slid his fingerbreadth under her top to caress his tips across her flavourless abdomen, starting to glide them up her tegument, raising her shirt as he moved, leaving diffuse buss on her body as he moved.

Blushing she raised her arms above her top dog, resting them on the bed as he continued to move her shirt up and off her body, kissing as he moved, even pressing a few mild kisses into the framework cups of her substantial bra.

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

He leaned up, straddling her waist as she looped her blazon through the shoulder strap of her bra, looking up at him with a lustful gaze, the only matter holding her bra to her breasts was gravity.

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

"given my fortune, I'm still not win over I will."he smirked too.

She giggled a little, her breasts bouncing to her glee just behind the open screening of her bra, which she removed, tossing it aside and letting her heavy full knocker spill free into his sight,"How about n-mm…"

She was interrupted as he again leaned in to kiss her, her full breasts squishing against his chest of drawers, their warmth thaumaturgy against him. He reached a hand between them to cup and squeeze one of the easygoing pile, eliciting a groan of pleasure for the miss as she squirmed against him wanting more.

He delivered, kissing down over her jaw to her slender neck, continuing his subjugation back down her body until his lips were pressing into the wide softness of her tit, finding one of her nipples and drawing it between his back talk, his bridge player massaging the wonderful figure as he sucked and flicked his clapper across her spiritualist nipple.

By now the excrescence that he had been ignoring was all but pleading for attention, an evident soundness pressing into his physical structure, 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 sort of relationship where her lecherousness would go unbridled as he sated his, if anything he suspected he might have to press for it not to be the opposite.

"Please…"she begged, shamelessly.

Hesitating just for a moment he hooked his thumbs under the set of her skirt and the flimsy fabric of her panty and began to work both downwards.

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

Typically, the low gear thing he noticed was how much handsome than him she was. Not that he was small, in fact he proudly considered himself above average in that department, but she was simply immense, at least nine inch and as thick as a can of red bull, her massive and very grueling rooster, pointed straight up, red tip glistening where driblet of pre had been rubbed into it by her panties as she had shifted and squirmed, a pair of heavily globe 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 centre, past the heavy swell of her breasts as they rose and fell in tandem with her breaths into that associate cheek, so well known to him but now so foreign in its lust for him, her William Green eyes staring at him, needing him, something he hadn't seen in another adult female for it felt like forever.

He leaned forward and pressed his rim to the underside her pecker where it met her balls and she let her head fall down back against the bed, her curled red hair splaying out as she moaned in pleasure and the sudden alleviation of ‘ will he, wo n't he'tautness that she hadn't even realised had been building up interior of her was washed away in an instant.

He closed his eye, fully aware of what he was doing, pleasuring a beautiful fair sex who wanted him, nothing else on the subject mattered to him, it didn't need to.

Finding his confidence he let his tongue standoff slowly up the duration of her cock until it teased at the bottom of her ruby red tip, his lips closing around it as he pressed down, taking it into the enticing wet passion of his mouth.

She writhed against the bed as her hammer leaked pre between his lips, she was proving to be a vocal music partner, with each tiny action from him drawing forth a new and distinct groan of pleasure from her lips.

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

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

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

He rolled his lips steadily up and down over her punishing shaft, suckling as his glossa rolled around her sensitive crimson tip, not knowing what to do, but knowing what he enjoyed, simply trying his beneficial to emulate that and using her counsel to help oneself. As his tongue flicked the bottom of her tip she gripped his head a piddling tighter, spurring him on to ingeminate the action, her legs shifting as she moved, lost in the pleasure.

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

He paused, drawing one cobbler's last fourth dimension on her thick cock before letting it pop unloose of his warm wet mouth, panting softly as he looked up at her, nodding a slight, rising to his feet and fumbling at his belted ammunition, looking down to take aim in the sight that was Claire.

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

"... That 's sort of 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 blade in his own boxers, which was obvious as he slid his pant down his branch, and even more so when his boxers 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 distance.

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

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

"Are you ready for Thomas More ?"she asked softly, her eyes half lidded, her hand snaking across his hip to twitch his ass, feeling it's effeminateness 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 ignitor trunk well-situated on his, her white meat pressed warmly to his pectus.

Their tongues mingled as she slowly gyrated her pelvic arch, grinding her rooster gently into his tummy, her hands reaching down, gliding down his sides to the inside of his second joint, urging them apart.

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

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

He swallowed, some, just an hour ago he would've hesitated, even just to think about it, but he trusted her explicitly and he wanted to pull in this red haired goddess flavour every sensation he could bring home the bacon her. He just nodded.

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

After biting one entire lip at the hatful of him for a moment she raised her manus and spat on her fingerbreadth, urging them down between their trunk, Susan Brownell Anthony feeling the alien sensation of a pair of wet fingers gently probing at him, lubricating him, preparing him.

"You're so beautiful Anthony…"she said in a low, loving voice, her Scripture contrasting lewdly with her action at law as she continued to train his Virgin hole and rub spit into her thick cock.

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

"It'll be delicately, rely me. ?"She urged as she moved to rest one hired man on the bed tack beside his chest of drawers, her other deal gripping the al-Qaida of her cock and lining it up to his butt.

He nodded again, blushing as he reached his weapon out above him on the bed, not certain what else to do with his coat of arms as she looked down into his eyes, her lips parted slightly as she started to exert just the tiniest bit of pressure.

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

She pushed then pulled back, letting him get used to her attempts and just enjoying the sensation of rut and pressure against her sensible cock school principal even if she wasn't yet inside him, his impertinence hugging her sensible penis felt amazing.

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

This time as the pressure mounted, the building sensations almost becoming unbearable there was a sudden give and she lurched forward a couple of in, the cherry tip of her shaft and the top inch of her pale beam of light sinking into his now spread hole.

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

Instead she lay down, pressing her breasts into his pectus as her hand moved up to caress his hair, leaving her rooster inside him, allowing his tight ring to adjust to her impressive girth.

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

She held him and spoke to him like that for a couple long minute of arc before pulling back a little and looking at him, hopeful.

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

She smiled and moved back up onto her knees, looking down and seeing for the firstly time where they were joined, the very tip of her thick cock vanished inside his meanness, it looked so unspoilt, so tantalizing, more than ever she knew he was the one, that he would spend a lot of clock time in his current space, not as a toy, or just a friend with benefits, but as her living partner.

Slowly she began to ramp up the insistency back up, moving easier this clock time, her rooster dominating him inch after column inch as at a lowercase pace she fed herself into him, filling him, claiming him.

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

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

She didn't afford him as much of an acclimation full stop this meter, instead pulling out, only to push back in, her movements solely orchestrated by the gyrating of her rose hip, her optic locked on his manifestation, though he had his eyes closed, she revelled in the feeling of decision. She knew it wouldn't find good for him, yet, but his sheer willpower in going through this nipper ordeal for her pleasure was such a routine on for her that she found herself admiring and lusting after him more and more with each passing second, even as she finally sated those needs.

Their breaths joined in pace, matching one another to the slow driving thrusts of her peter as it slid in and out of him, making easy love to him, her noises again nibble up.

While she had quieted herself after his short, but magical, catamenia of going down on her, she again found herself unable to stand firm the lure of her trunk rolling waves of pleasure, her throaty groan filling the space between them as they joined.

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

As her yard quickened he too found himself making soft lewd interference in time with her cock move, each button seemingly to go its way so mystifying into him as to push the air out of his lungs in a deep gasping groan, 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 beaut between his second joint making slow passionate love to him in a way he'd never even considered possible. And he was enjoying it, enjoying the liaison, enjoying the look of a cleaning lady in his subdivision and most of all, enjoying the interference she was making, especially when her moans and gasp started to germinate, each one becoming a obscene mimic of his public figure which she repeated, again and again, her mind swimming with thoughts of him as she took him.

Her pace quickened still, their love life making becoming more heated and impassioned as his organic structure started to rock with the mounting force of each thrusting, her tit bouncing as the typical dissonance of bodies slapping against each other rose to mix with the already melodic tune of their two pleasured voices.

The joy coursing through her body became so acute as she fucked his sloshed ass that her own trunk seemingly became too heavy to support as she leaned forward, embracing him as he wrapped his arms around her, thighs spread wide-eyed as she became less focused, more wild and needy, her intellection for his fountainhead being fading away just a piffling as she was taken by the animalistic want to for pleasure 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 intelligence now, cipher they could've said would've stopped the inevitable as they both felt her pecker become steely heavily inside him, pulsing and throbbing in tune with her twinkling.

She felt herself crest the prime and she forced her rim tight to his, her tongue drive between his sass to meet his own, equally as excited and lancinate as her own to progress to out as firework exploded in her head, a surging star running down her pecker as she began to drain her heavy, smooth orchis inside of him, each pulse sending another kitty of white deep into him, filling him with even Thomas More foreign sensations which were, he couldn't deny, starting to feel proficient.

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

She collapsed on top him, spent, her cock still hard, spitting out the in conclusion few creamy drop cloth of her thick cum into his seeded ass, his arms gently caressing her body sending shivers down her sticker. She was falling so madly in love with him, more so with each passing sec and she could only trust and beg he felt the same.

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

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

"W-we… Didn't go too far on the first date, did we ?"he asked and she smiled, he, like her, was looking to their future together, already trying to safeguard it.

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

He bit his lip a piffling then nodded,"Maybe, coffee and danishes ? I know a couple of skilful speckle we could go ?"

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

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

"Then we can have a tertiary one shot in the changing room…"she said in a muted but excited tone.

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

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

-- -- -

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

"Yup."Anthony nodded.

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

"Yup."

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

"Mmhm."Anthony nodded some, smirking.

"And then she spent the Nox at yours."

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

"And on Sunday you ? ..."

"Spent the day with her again, yes."

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

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

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

Susan Brownell Anthony simply shrugged.

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

Across the way, Claire sighed deeply. They had agreed, her and Anthony to save this their little secret, just for a little while, at to the lowest degree from everyone who wasn't Anne. But Anthony had come in with such a dopey grin that the bureau immediately knew something was up and had been prying him for entropy all dawning. She pushed herself away from her desk and stood, stalking over towards the three men.

"Claire !"Harry called out as she approached,"Get this, Susan Anthony's as felicitous 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 troika, 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 Antony suppressed one of his own.

"Oh yeah ?"John Lackland said, perking up,"How much ?"

"Ten buck each ?"She said, voice balmy and innocent.

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

He looked at Claire,"Well…"

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

The sudden muteness was broken by the strait of the HR instance choking on her coffee.

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

She took out her sound and held it up, the whorl screen door photo a video of the two of them together, smiling and hugging."Read it and weep boys."she said, casually plucking the note of hand from their outstretched fingers.

The two men looked completely baffled, ineffective to comprehend the Sojourner Truth as Charlene recovered from the sudden stupor of what she had overheard and approached,"You two ! We need to have a lecture about office romance ! !"

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