<strong> Beatrice MacNally (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/Steampunk/Beatrice.jpg) ...sitting with Max having some dinner and devil's brew in the employee commons area. </strong><br/><br/>Beatrice smiled as the hard working man joined her at the table ..he was good company and not like the others . Passing him a hearty serving of stew and breaking some bread off . The devil's brew having been poured out in a good serving and mixed in with some coffee , well least for her portion of it .<strong> " A good stew and fresh bread always hits the spot ....and a little kick in the java brings the warmth in to stay . Man like you needs to fill his belly and get a good nights sleep after working hard all day . I be thinking ...maybe you might be willing to tell a story or two ?  "  </strong><br/><br/>The girl that had walked past to head to work was barely clad with any clothes ...as Beatrice let out a sigh . Ignoring the child's soft spoken hello ...no she wasn't going to be letting it bother her least that was what she kept telling herself . Try as she could though it nagged at the back of her mind . Soon sitting the spoon down a little hard .<strong> " What be with this young women these days ...not a proper upbringing . Don'ts they know that if you keep a little hidden that it is more of a treat for a man to unwrap. Or maybe my thinking be the one wrong ...I know the values of society have changed to this open free form expression of love and frolic with whom you may. I just rather be keeping meself to a more higher standard . Nothing wrong with that ...least not to me knowledge . "  </strong><br/><br/>Picking up her spoon and eating a little more as it would not be long before the woman was full ...the fresh bread was the best part that was for sure . Sipping the devil's brew as Beatrice sat back in the chair some ...she wasn't that old really and not the normal woman with all her talents in organizing things. Then again ..the loneliness crept in every once in awhile .<strong>" It's not like I don't wants a man to be holding me ...share me life with ...feel his strong arms about me and be able to cuddle in all safe and secure . But what is that if it is a fleeting fancy and only fer a night ? Wake up to an empty bed and feel the same inside for that one you done gave yourself to done left you in the night . "  </strong>as she looked about to cry but somehow manged to not .<strong> " No I not be falling prey to that heartache again ...a proper man will come along one day . "</strong>least she kept telling herself that .<br/><br/>A fake smile she drew up trying to pull herself out of the sour mood she had let fester inside. Pouring a bit more of the devil's brew into the mug now seemed more of the alcohol than java at this point . Oh but the aroma of it was delightful ...kicking her shoes off and snuggling back .<strong> " Listen to me a going on like a spoiled child ....tell me Maximillian have you ever fallen in love ...been married ...had young-ins running about ?   I find you an interesting man and different , keeping to yourself all the time . I been watching you now for some time and I like what I see . "</strong>there she had put it all out in the open . Though not quite sure she would get any real answers as the man liked his privacy and she was going on like a lovesick teenager flip flopping about everything . Maybe she did need to just get laid as the Cook had stated the other day .