<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) ...sitting on the floor at the feet of  Max in the employee commons area. </strong><br/><br/>Beatrice smiled after she got a hold of her laughter ...a hand moved to wipe a few tears that rolled down her reddish cheeks . A little embarrassed as she let go of his cock or britches ...mean ...well she couldn't very well continue to hold it could she . Max was a love saving her face and all like that ...indeed a good man . As she nodded her head .<strong> "Indeed a trip into the absurd my friend ....good for the soul every so often is it not . " </strong><br/><br/>As she glanced up from her position on the floor ...liking the idea of trying out more kisses with this man in the future .<strong>" You have wonderful lips anyways ...I might enjoy kissing them more often if you would allow such things . " </strong>Looking down to her hands as she had them folded on her lap . The idea of maybe not always sleeping alone sounded good to her anyways . No one needed to know everything and well indeed Max was endowed enough to make the experience a pleasant one .<br/><br/><strong>" Twas a good story anyways ...." </strong>this time she moved her legs up under her coming up from her knees in a slower fashion . Using any offered hand by Max to do so . Brushing off her dress some ..as she looked about the place . Nodding to the young man that had entered and seemed to be heading to his room . She not seen him around here maybe a recent hire ...new people were rare but enough to keep things interesting . As she turned to look at Max giving him enough time to ponder her offer ...well maybe she had not been quite as clear as she wanted .<strong>" I enjoy being with you Maximillian ...more than most , I do realize maybe there is an age gap between us but what does that truly matter . Why should we be lonely when it can be more ....I wish it to be more anyways . "</strong>as she didn't know what to do with her hands so the lady placed them behind her and clasped the one hand over her other wrist .<br/><br/>Now she couldn't be anymore blunt or forward than that as it was not of her nature really ...the man would come along at his own pace anyways . That was the thing with men , they needed time to sort things out ...least the ones worth having and to her Max was one of them sorts .<br/><br/><br/><br/>