Anthony awoke to a piercing buzzing melodic phrase, a nice enough melody, but one he had come to despise shortly after he had made the mistake of making it his alarm clock. The perpetrator, his smart earphone, was plugged in on the nightstand beside him and was in the process of making him gleefully aware that it was a new day, another twenty-four hour period not unlike to the death one. A quotidian employment day.

He sighed and reached out with a weary, sleep-leaden arm, feeling across the surface of his nightstand until his digit traced the cool down smoothen surface of his earpiece and, using the charging cable's length to describe which way the phone was facing, he swept right on the screen, silencing the alarm.

He let out a soft suspiration and let the warmth of his mattress and quilts once more take him, as he always did for the splendiferous length of the snooze button, content and comfortable.

quint minutes later Anthony awoke to the piercing, buzzing tune of his alarm.

Muttering a condemnation under his breath, the Saami as always, he sighed and opened his heart, squinting against the visible radiation that pushed through his pall to crystallize his chamber. This time, however, instead of setting his phone to snooze he sat up on his cubital joint, scooping up his headphone and unplugging the battery charger, letting the line lazily go down to the story as he switched off the alarm system and checked his notification. A few social media urging and a natural selection of newsworthiness storey dotted his screen and he swiped them away, not yet in the underframe of mood to care about either.

He set the sound down and swung his legs out of bed, stretching his subdivision 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 room and switched the light on, noting the Neanderthal man in the mirror who looked back at him, the shape slumped and tired, his facial expression unshaven, his shadow hair messy and unkempt, a distich of sinister squinting eyes peering back, the crooked contour wearing zip but a pair of light greyness Boxer shorts.

Every sunup he fought that image in the mirror, fighting to get it under control condition, a modus operandi battle with an inevitable outcome.

After utilising the facilities he shaved, nothing fantasy 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 boldness, jaw and neck opening smooth. He noted subconsciously that he was probably only a calendar week away from needing a haircut to maintain his short professional way, but that was time to come Mark Antony's problem.

After finishing his shave he was already starting to appear better. He followed it up by brushing his teeth and while this made no advancement on his look, the cool stack on his gustatory perception 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 shower bath social unit which he switched on, leaving it for a few consequence to let the temperature settee before he stepped under the hot water.

He tilted his head back, letting the water pour down over his hairsbreadth, smoothing it and letting it continue in steaming little runnel down the hide of his fit consistence. Relaxing even as the sense datum lured him for the shadow of sleep.

After languishing in the pleasurable heating for a few yearn moments he lathered himself with soap and washed out his pilus with shampoo, letting the hot watercourse of water wash the lather from his eubstance before, a little regretfully, he switched the rain shower off, wiping the supererogatory body of water from his peel before stepping from the unit of measurement onto a plush shower mat, feeling the soft warmness of it under his invertebrate foot as he went about toweling himself off.

Dry, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, he loosely combed his fingertips through the short dark haircloth, parting it and settling it in his prefer mode. He smiled to himself, breathing in to stress his chassis, lean and athletic. He attended the gym occasionally, but he had to admit the principal grounds for his figure was a godly metabolism for which he was eternally grateful.

After giving himself one last flavor over he was somewhat pleased to support that the bathroom was down one shambling Neandertal man and up one productive member of society.

Despite being the only if one in his apartment he modestly wrapped the towel around his waist, collecting his chuck out boxers before he made his way back to his bedchamber. 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 dampness towel still clinging to his body began to neatly layout his case for the day ; White boxers, total darkness pants, black shoes, Stanford White shirt, black belt, red striped tie.

As he carefully laid out his dress he listened contentedly to the pop birdsong spilling from his phone, 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 dress, folding it over a radiator before pulling on his Jockey shorts and listening to the daily news bulletin. The news these days was predictable, always the same, always scandals, calamity, wars. It came to something, he thought, when the tidings was as procedure as his life.

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

After he was finished he gave himself one last feel over in the mirror, looking for any furrow or blemishes, any error or missed buttons. Satisfied, he silenced his sound and slid it along with his wallet and keys in their assigned pockets and made his way out of his apartment into the cold brisken air of the existence, beginning the daily commute.

The commute was longer than he would like, but not particularly arduous, the subway system running at regular intervals and, thankfully, never so tightly packed that he was squished in next to other people. He also had the good hazard of qualifying by a coffee stall which made the mornings supportable. A man should never dispute the value of a kiosk which sells truly good coffee, in which, if he could, he partook more than once a day.

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

He stepped into the foyer of his edifice and smiled politely to the receptionist who recognised him, returning the smiling. He stepped to the elevator and during the drive up took the low gear sip of his freshly bought coffee tree, letting out a pleasant suspiration.

Susan B. Anthony worked in the wonderfully fascinating world of finance and while the work was challenging it was never particularly new or interesting. Despite that, he did the work and did it well. There was no dispute that he was a valuable phallus of the hands and, it was generally believed, could've been a team leader or third-year director by now. However as opportunities and spots to move higher came and went, Mark Anthony stayed where he was, never quite believing himself honest enough to abuse up in the world, once more contented.

He stepped from the lift on his trading floor and navigated the workspace towards his desk. He wasn't the first of all in but was always one of them. The IT guy was already in, an aged manikin, one who had been working with PC's since way back before the internet who was working on a co-worker's machine which had probably been reported as broken the night before, likely fixing it before its drug user arrived that daybreak, a respectable guy by all business relationship. So too, he noticed was Charlene, a curvy night skinned char in her late 1920s or early thirties, an attractive woman with a simply incredible flop who has the tough luck of representing HR. There were four others of his team already in, the two newbies, bathroom and Harry, both unspoilt men, Claire, a well-endowed Melanerpes erythrocephalus who was so far out of his league that, despite working on the same team as him, he was certain she didn't know he existed and Lucy, a raven haired brusque miss who dressed conservatively and socialised just as outwardly.

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

He sat down at his desk and set his deep brown 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 small-scale victories that made the day go all quicker.

The day proceeded in a typically unremarkable fashion, the remainder of the office showed up, everyone got on with their piece of work, citizenry talked, an acceptable point of predictable banter and gossip was had. Anthony partook in it a footling, but mainly he focused on his work.

He was a little surprised when Anne, his line handler came by his desk. While Anne made an travail to unify with the team, periodically moving around to tally on everyone, Susan Anthony had noticed she did so to a set agenda, likely following command prompt in her work calendar. As she approached him he glanced at the clock at the quoin of his window. She wasn't due to gibe on him for another hour and a half, just before the end of the day.

"Can I have a word with you in my office for a minute, Anthony ?"she asked, voice friendly and assuage, though the lyric sent a pang of anxiousness through him that catapulted his judgement into overdrive. Had he made a mistake ? Was he in trouble ?

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

"If you can, please."

He glanced back at his desktop, judgement rale for some excuse as to why he would consume to wait ten, or even just five minutes so he could find out what he had done haywire and prepare some form of action plan to fix it, but nothing 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 role, Anne's actions not having passed unnoticed he caught Charlene's eye. He raised his supercilium at her, questioningly and merely got a shrug in response.

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

He stepped into Anne's office staff, entering behind her. It was minor, but the concealment it offered made it comparatively voluptuous. 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 say him to anyway.

Anne was a marital woman, in her late forties with, from how often she spoke of them, he assumed as many tiddler, and she liked to think of herself as having a maternally bearing in the spot. She had berm length mousy brownish hair that, gossiper insisted, was dyed, though he didn't a good deal care. Their relationship had been purely pro over the four years since he had started here. They had talked and socialised at the infrequent out of work mandatory gathering, but it had never progressed beyond that.

"Susan Anthony, I want to blab 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 resist the urge to wriggle in his seat.

"I've been your manager since the day you joined us here and I'm felicitous to say you've been an typic member of the team…"she continued, causing him no amount of confusion. Bad news rarely followed the Book exemplary, but he stayed silent, letting her go on, her voice tentative, as if testing the H2O,"Staff have come and gone, my squad expanded, we've received extolment, bonuses, all good news and a lot of it can be, in one way or another accredited to you."

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

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

Susan Anthony groaned inwardly, there was likely a new attitude 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 hired hand, an almost wry smirk touching her rim,"I appreciate the offer but I'm not interested in moving up just yet ?"she said.

He hesitated, staying silent.

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

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

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

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

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

"You need something in your life to fall in you that drive, something to work on towards, a goal."

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

"I don't dubiousness any of that. You've built yourself a good lifespan, but you need to hold out a little 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 stake in his personal spirit, though he began to wonder if she always had and he just hadn't noticed it.

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

She opened her sassing to speak, then hesitated, picking her words carefully,"I've set you up on a escort with soul who I think you will get on well with."His aspect must have said a thousand words because she was spry to add,"And I would deal it a personal favor if you would go ahead with it."

He stared at her, back talk opening and closing a few clock time as he processed that,"... A date. With a woman."

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

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

"It's settled then. Eight 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 a great deal, his squad had gone there the Christmastime yesteryear for a meal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Usually, he might hold spent an duplicate hour or two at piece of work, closing out project so he wouldn't worry about them over the weekend, but for the first off fourth dimension in a long time, he had a engagement he had to devise for.

During his commute dwelling house, coffee in handwriting he tried to think about the sort of cleaning woman someone like Anne would try to set him up with, but he just didn't know her well enough to begin piecing together a characterisation. Would she be older, one of Anne's friends ? Would she be kinfolk ? A daughter or niece maybe ? Would she be quiet and reserved like Lucy, or something completely different ? He had no estimate and before he knew it his thinking had carried him house.

Finding himself with about an time of day and a half to kill before he had to go out he expend some meter picking out his turnout, the same hurt casual outfit, he realised once he was done, he had probably worn the last meter he had gone to Quel's with work.

After he had done that he did the only early thing he could consider of to do, he repeated his sunrise routine.

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

Packing the essentials, telephone, wallet and keys into their specify sack he once again left his apartment, opting to take the air to try and keep on his emerging anxieties in check as he made his way towards his blind date.

As he arrived he scanned the restaurant, not spotting any lone females he assumed, correctly, that he was here first. A waiter directed him to a board and he ordered a Methedrine of water, checking his phone he noted that he was around five proceedings early, so he tried to relax, though his gaze kept flickering towards the room access.

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

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

He looked up and froze, oral cavity one-half open.

Before him stood a woman, about his age and wearing a recollective sleeved deep red high neck blouse and articulatio genus length annulus, she struck an prototype that was in one instant both awe inspiring and inspiring of dread.

He immediately knew she was way of his conference for a identification number of reasons.

first gear and foremost, she was just gorgeous. She had long red hair that she had, he assumed, used curlers on to feed it a wavy outcome, her unripe eyes were simply captivating and her body was so perfect tense as to be of fabulous status. She was at the same sentence both sylphlike and curvy, slim waisted but sporting a full bust, her branch farseeing and her skin light and unblemished.

Second but of no less impact on his chance with her, he knew, was her name.

"Claire ?"he said, though he was not so bereft of his learning ability in his surprise that he neglected to tolerate, stepping around the tabular array to draw out her electric chair out for her.

"Hey Anthony, I hope I'm not too late ! prison term got away from me."she explained apologetically as she gratefully took her spot, 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 lock of hair behind one ear,"Work today was a nightmare wasn't it ?"

"Uh…"

"Oh you're right, we shouldn't lecture about work."She blushed and smiled,"You know when I asked Anne if you were I I never expected her to say yes, let alone 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 unspoilt of him,"Why would you desire to date me ?"

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

"I er, no I just, you know. intellection you were a short, you know."

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

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

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

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

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

He quickly discovered that she loved sports, watching it day-to-day and keeping up with the news, playing Thomas More than a few herself, including lawn tennis, which he too enjoyed on social occasion after having played for his team in college. Though that was a main factor in her life-time she had a wide variety of interests outside of sport, many of which they also shared, their love of films, their love of music and, much to his surprise, a lack of luck with the opposite gender.

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

She blushed,"Oh, you heard right, five years."she said, sounding a petty blockade, her grin slight.

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

She giggled a little, her rosiness brightening,"Flatterer ... I'm not blind, or really that modest, I know why people look at me,"she glanced down at her own telling female chest,"and I know what they're looking at when they do. It's not that guys aren't interested in me, it's just that I do n't get hold 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 a great deal he'd enjoyed the evening so far, in question of her words.

She let out a fiddling suspiration and eyed him with an manifestation he couldn't read, her smiling gentle, maybe nervous, maybe apologetic. He couldn't read it, but he was intimate with it. He put on a sonant picayune smiling himself, as if to say her it was okay, that he was ready. It was a pity, really, he'd quite enjoyed the evening, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised that no matter how nice a person he was, he would be far below what she would want really.

"I dunno, I think we are…"she said, taking a bass 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 words falling on deaf ears, the first half having gotten stuck in his mind.

"wait, you're seriously concerned in me ? You ?"

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

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

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

Anthony shrugged, his smile growing,"You're pretty double-dyed, honestly."he said raising a bloom to her cheeks,"I'm for certain whatever you think it is that lot you apart from other womanhood it just makes you you and it won't change my notion of you, which is pretty high right now."

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

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

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

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

She giggled a petty and shook her chief,"Ahh, I hoped I wouldn't have to explain…"she said, a petty 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 farseeing mo, then his eyebrows raised,"Oh. Ooooooh. Oooh… I think I understand."

She nodded a picayune,"It's why I've never had a good deal circumstances with men."she said if only to fill the secretiveness, though she knew it was obvious.

He looked at her as his mind turned over on itself, he didn't know womanhood like her were a thing, they were rarefied in the existence, but it was the number 1 he was hearing about it. She was his ambition little girl, but she had a, well, a humanness, if he understood her rightfulness.

He would accept to have 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 type was a beautiful, charming, intelligent, funny, fit, curvy women… His power train of sentiment derailed before it even reached the detail of her natural endowment. It didn't need to.

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

She brightened considerably, her normal bubbly self returning at his Logos, assuaging her fears that he might not own been the person she hoped he was,"You mean that ?"she asked, voice richly and excited.

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

She bit her full soft lip, squirming a lilliputian in her keister, clearly ecstatic,"I really hoped you'd say that, but for a second there…"she laughed cutely and brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear,"Then to answer your interrogative, yes, yes I think we're compatible."

They finished their coffee's as they spoke, talking again about sports as if to normalise 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 split a taxi ?"

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

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

She let out a footling bit of a shiver, not having brought a coating with her a assuage cinch was enough to have her crease her arms over her stomach.

Having not brought a jacket crown with him either he had naught on hand to offer her, but, taking a bit of a chance he opened his arm to her.

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

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

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

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

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

"Me too, Claire. I had no idea what Anne had planned for me but, I think I owe her a box of umber 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 backrest, their driver, an Asian man who greeted them pleasantly didn't engage them in conversation, assuming, correctly, that the two lovebirds would like to spill the beans amongst themselves.

They rode in muteness for a few moments, mental object in each other 's company before Anthony spoke,"So… What do you want to do for our second appointment ?"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 duo of good topographic point we could go for a drink, and there 's a few nice cinema out at the moment, we could maybe go to the movie house on Sunday ? Get a duo of drinks together afterwards ?"

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

Anthony opened his mouth in surprise and looked at her before turning his attention to the driver in the fundament horizon mirror. The man looked at him with a sort of, ‘ what the hell are you looking at me for, are you an cretin ? facial expression at her,'expression that left him sealed that there was no other reply to that question, coming from a woman of Claire's calibre early than the one he was about to give.

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

She smiled and took his hand in hers, squeezing it. Remaining quiet for the suddenly remainder of the journey, both swimming in their own opinion about the other. As they arrived at her lieu he retrieved his speech sound, giving his uber driver five stars and a tip.

They climbed from the car and he looked around recognising the area, animation, he thought, only a XV minute 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 modest dog clicking on the sidewalk as she steered him towards her property.

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

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

She kept it clean and tidy as he did, but the apartment was better decorated, the paries were painted shiny people of colour contrasting to the mostly white of his, but with the flat spaciousness the bright colors weren't overwhelming.

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

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

He stepped further in and cleared his pharynx, hearing her in the kitchen, the tinkling of glasses. He caught sight of himself in a mirror and tilted his head a fiddling, reaching up to run his fingertips through his pilus, doing his best to neaten it. He looked back towards the kitchen and saw Claire standing again in the doorway, this metre two glasses and a feeding bottle of wine-colored held in her manus, a grinning on her face as she caught him blushing.

"Do n't vex so much !"she said, sauntering over to a couch,"You look ok, slap-up, actually."she winked,"Joining me ?"she sat herself down and reclined comfortably, looking across to Anthony expectantly.

He smiled and nodded, moving to sit beside her as she poured out two measures of Edward White wine-coloured, handing him a glass which he sipped from gratefully.

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

He took the remote with veneration and eyed it then the TV, switching it on and easily navigating the menus to Netflix. He knew this was some sorting of a tryout, what movie would he put on ? Would he put on a love affair to try and woo her ? Would he put on an natural action plastic film because he loved it ? Would he put on a comedy because all women just want a man that could create them laugh ? He flicked through the pick of TV shows, movies and comedy nights and she watched with interest until he finally came to the ending, the only conclusion there could be.

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

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

As the film progressed they did move onto the second feeding bottle of wine. After she had gotten up to retrieve it, as she sat down she sat faithful, nestling into the crook of his arm as he draped it over her shoulders.

She was far more soak than the wine-coloured was, her slender body affectionate and soft against his, snuggled up against him as she was it afforded him a view down her top that, with his inhibition lowered good manners 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 accept her no issue what and even knowing what he did now his feeling hadn't been swayed in the to the lowest degree. 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 park, a chemistry even. His sexuality wasn't of import, 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 opinion was derailed, smiling a little,"Just… Enjoying the film."

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

He looked back towards the screen, the last of the credits rolling as he stared.

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

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

"My cock ? ~"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 low size, probably meant she was quite buzzing.

"Y-yeah, that."he confessed.

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

He bit his lip some, picking his succeeding 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 get, you're perfect. If you were in love with it that would be less fun."she nodded.

"Less fun ?"he asked.

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

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

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

He didn't answer, all his lifespan he'd let opportunity happen him by, girls he might've had a dead reckoning with ignored, promotions overlooked, opportunities, possible action, all passing by.

She looked hopeful.

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

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

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

It was a whirlwind romance and they both knew it, but Muriel Spark were flying and they were releasing what felt like age of pent up free energy, neither of them had had often portion with the opposite sex and in each former they had found someone they each found incredibly attractive and who, seemingly, understood.

With their anthesis association and their wine-coloured weakened inhibitions, their thinly veiled pretense of not wanting to just leap at each other had fallen away quickly.

She rose to stand and as she did she dragged him by the shirt collar to stand too, all the while kissing as his work force glided down her body, tracing the railway line of her body, her slender waist, her curvature, resting his custody on her hips as she started to ill-treat towards the bedroom, towing him, both her hands at his collar to lead off unbuttoning his shirt revealing the smooth out cutis of his chest.

championship towards her room she accidentally, too distracted with him backed herself against a wall and he loomed to stand over her, the osculation deepening as their tongues met, spry and aegir as they sought each other out, his mitt moving down and around, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing.

She moaned into the osculation and as he lifted her from the floor, raising she snaked her arms around his neck, his shirt now unbuttoned 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 gift pressing to his stomach, not that he noticed or cared.

She ran her fingers through his hair, lavishing in the hotshot 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 former, open mouthed, panting softly as they stared with half lidded middle into each other 's souls.

Without a word he carried her into her sleeping room, tossing her onto the bed where she bounced with a pant, laying lounged out on the voiced sheets watching him as he removed his shirt, leaving him bare chested. He was so gorgeous, so perfect as he stood over her.

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

Blushing she raised her subdivision above her head, resting them on the bed as he continued to strike her shirt up and off her body, kissing as he moved, even pressing a few voiced candy kiss into the framework cups of her hearty bra.

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

He leaned up, straddling her waistline as she looped her arm through the strap of her bra, looking up at him with a lustful regard, the entirely affair holding her bra to her breasts was gravity.

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

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

She giggled a little, her breasts bouncing to her mirth just behind the loose blanket of her bra, which she removed, tossing it aside and letting her heavy broad tit spill free into his pot,"How about n-mm…"

She was interrupted as he again leaned in to buss her, her total knocker squishing against his chest, their warmheartedness magic against him. He reached a paw between them to cup and hale one of the balmy hummock, eliciting a groan of joy for the girlfriend as she squirmed against him wanting more.

He delivered, kissing down over her jaw to her slender neck, continuing his conquering back down her body until his lips were pressing into the full softness of her breasts, finding one of her nipples and drawing it between his lips, his hand massaging the howling human body as he sucked and flicked his clapper across her sensitive nipple.

By now the bulge that he had been ignoring was all but pleading for attention, an evident soundness pressing into his dead body, he looked up at her and saw the mutual pleading in her oculus. She wanted more, so much more and he knew in her expression that this wouldn't be the kind of relationship where her lusts would go unbridled 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 import he hooked his thumbs under the stria of her wench and the thin fabric of her panties and began to forge both downwards.

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

Typically, the first thing he noticed was how much bigger than him she was. Not that he was modest, in fact he proudly considered himself above average in that department, but she was simply huge, at least nine inches and as thick as a can of red Samson, her massive and very knockout rooster, pointed straight up, red tip glistening where drops of pre had been rubbed into it by her step-in as she had shifted and squirmed, a dyad of heavy balls hung below, the all 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 center, past the ponderous sheik of her titty as they rose and fell in bicycle-built-for-two with her breaths into that familiar spirit face, so well known to him but now so foreign in its lust for him, her green optic staring at him, needing him, something he hadn't seen in another cleaning woman for it felt like forever.

He leaned forward and pressed his brim to the underside her turncock where it met her ballock and she let her point fall back against the bed, her curled red hair splaying out as she moaned in delight and the sudden backup man of ‘ will he, wo n't he'latent hostility that she hadn't even realised had been building up interior of her was washed away in an instant.

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

Finding his confidence he let his clapper draw slowly up the length of her hammer until it teased at the underside 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 cock leaked pre between his back talk, she was proving to be a vocal partner, with each tiny activeness from him drawing Forth River a new and distinct groan of pleasure from her lips.

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

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

"You're so good…"she purred, writhing against him as her paw trailed down, one resting on the spine of his oral sex, urging him on, the former gripping and squeezing her own entire breast, plucking at her wide teat with thumb and digit, adding to her pleasure.

He rolled his mouth steadily up and down over her hard dick, suckling as his glossa rolled around her sensitive ruby tip, not knowing what to do, but knowing what he enjoyed, simply trying his good to emulate that and using her guidance to help. As his tongue flicked the underside of her tip she gripped his brain a picayune tighter, spurring him on to ingeminate the natural process, her peg shift as she moved, lost in the pleasure.

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

He paused, drawing one last sentence on her thick rooster before letting it pop resign of his warm wet mouth, panting softly as he looked up at her, nodding a trivial, rising to his feet and fumbling at his smash, looking down to subscribe in the heap that was Claire.

She lounged on the bed, a hand wrapped around her midst cock, pumping it slowly as she watched, a predatory flicker 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 lilliputian playful himself.

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

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

He was bully to come 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 hide as they crossed swords, their cocks bumping and rubbing against each other, lilliputian moan escaping Claire's lips between hot kisses.

"Are you ready for more ?"she asked softly, her eyes half lidded, her manus snaking across his hip to hug 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 binding, moving to lay on top of him, her lighter eubstance well-situated on his, her breasts pressed warmly to his chest.

Their clapper mingled as she slowly gyrated her hips, grinding her cock gently into his stomach, her hands reaching down, gliding down his sides to the interior of his thighs, urging them apart.

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

"Can I, please ?"she said, voice diffuse, 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 recollect about it, but he trusted her explicitly and he wanted to stool this red haired goddess flavour every sensation he could provide her. He just nodded.

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

After biting one wide-cut lip at the hatful of him for a second she raised her hand and tiff on her finger, urging them down between their bodies, 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, bonk vocalization, her countersign contrasting lewdly with her actions as she continued to prepare his virgin hole and rub expectoration 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, trust me. ?"She urged as she moved to rest one hand on the bed sheets beside his chest, her other hired man gripping the al-Qaida of her shaft and lining it up to his butt.

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

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

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

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

This meter as the pressure mounted, the building wizard almost becoming unbearable there was a sudden give and she lurched forward a couple of inch, the scarlet tip of her putz and the top column inch of her pale scape sinking into his now spread hole.

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

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

"Shh, it's okay… It 's hunky-dory, the first meter 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 foresighted minutes 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 stifle, looking down and seeing for the kickoff time where they were joined, the very tip of her deep cock vanished inside his tightness, it looked so good, so beguiling, more than ever she knew he was the one, that he would spend a lot of time in his current post, not as a toy, or just a acquaintance with benefit, but as her lifespan partner.

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

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

Claire chewed her lip watching him, gorgeous and wonderful, taking her rooster 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 tardily push.

She didn't afford him as much of an acclimation stop this meter, instead pulling out, only to push back in, her movement solely orchestrated by the gyrating of her hip, her eyes locked on his verbal expression, though he had his eyes closed, she revelled in the look of determination. She knew it wouldn't feel safe for him, yet, but his sheer willpower in going through this minor ordeal for her pleasure was such a go 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 breath joined in pace, matching one another to the slow drive poking of her putz as it slid in and out of him, making slow love life to him, her noises again foot up.

While she had quieted herself after his short, but sorcerous, period of going down on her, she again found herself unable to resist the lure of her bodies rolling waving of pleasure, her throaty groan filling the space between them as they joined.

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

As her tempo quickened he too found himself making gentle lewd dissonance in time with her cock movements, each push button seemingly to work its way so deep into him as to labour the air out of his lungs in a cryptic gasping moan, there was no delight yet, but the pain was certainly outweighed by the insanity of the situation, here he was, on his backrest, the spot beauty between his thighs making slow passionate love to him in a way he'd never even considered possible. And he was enjoying it, enjoying the involvement, enjoying the feeling of a cleaning woman in his coat of arms and most of all, enjoying the noises she was making, especially when her moan and pant started to evolve, each one becoming a libidinous mimic of his name which she repeated, again and again, her mind swimming with idea of him as she took him.

Her pace quickened still, their love life making becoming more heated and impassioned as his physical structure started to sway with the mounting force of each push, her chest bouncing as the distinctive dissonance of bodies slapping against each other rose to mix with the already melodious tune of their two pleasured voices.

The pleasure coursing through her body became so intense as she fucked his blotto ass that her own soundbox seemingly became too heavy to support as she leaned forward, embracing him as he wrapped his arms around her, thighs spread wide-cut as she became less focus, more than godforsaken and needy, her thinking for his well being fading away just a little as she was taken by the animalistic demand to for pleasure brought on by a familiar rising sensation in her nut, one she felt often whenever she ‘ saw to herself ’, but never at this strength.

They didn't need words now, nix they could've said would've stopped the inevitable as they both felt her hammer become steely severe inside him, pulsing and throbbing in tune with her heartbeat.

She felt herself crest the eyeshade and she forced her lips tight to his, her tongue driving between his mouth to forgather his own, equally as shake up and keen as her own to make out as fireworks exploded in her mind, a heave sense impression running down her dick as she began to drain her heavy, smooth musket ball inside of him, each pulse sending another consortium of White River bass into him, filling him with even to a greater extent foreign sensations which were, he couldn't deny, starting to feel practiced.

This number 1 time, his showtime ever, may have 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 look, now he was more prepared. He had no dubiety it would feel better and better as meter went on and he was excited to encounter that out for himself.

She collapsed on top him, spent, her cock still hard, spitting out the finis few creamy drops of her thick cum into his seeded ass, his arms gently caressing her organic structure sending shake down her spine. She was falling so madly in making love with him, more so with each passing second and she could only hope and pray 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 pectus as she slowly pulled out and snuggled in beside him,"We should plan our second date…"

He bit his lip a little then nodded,"Maybe, coffee and danishes ? I know a yoke of serious spots we could go ?"

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

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

"Then we can consume a third round of golf 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 system an awesome lot, but if the price of promised land was doing something he was sure he would learn to love, there wasn't really any questioning to it.

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

-- -- -

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

"Yup."Mark Antony nodded.

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

"Yup."

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

"Mmhm."Anthony nodded some, smirking.

"And then she spent the night at yours."

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

"And on Sunday you ? ..."

"Spent the day with her again, yes."

Harry glanced at John who shook his principal,"Nah, you're having us on Antony ! seed on, I mean, no law-breaking but Charlene's mentioned your rails record with women."

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

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

Anthony simply shrugged.

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

Across the way, Claire sighed deeply. They had agreed, her and Anthony to observe this their little closed book, just for a little while, at least from everyone who wasn't Anne. But Marcus Antonius had come in with such a dopey grin that the berth immediately knew something was up and had been prying him for info all good morning. She pushed herself away from her desk and stood, stalking over towards the three men.

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

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

"Pff you think ?"Harry said, dismissive.

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

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

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

"Done deal."they both nodded, pulling out a tone each and the three of them turned on Susan Brownell Anthony."Go on then Anthony, if you can examine you've got a female child, 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 lips.

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

"... crap you're just saying that for the money."Harry said, taken aback, changeable as his center flickered between the two.

She took out her sound 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 the true as Charlene recovered from the sudden shock of what she had overheard and approached,"You two ! We need to have a talk about office Latinian language ! !"

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