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Rosario sighed as she walked up towards the mansion, and went around back to go in through the servant's entrance in the motor pool. It was a gray, cloudy day. Inside the garage, she saw that someone was washing Alex's Mercedes. Or had been. The car sat with its wipers up, all sudsy, and there was a sponge sitting on the hood and a bucket next to the front tire. But there was no sign of the chauffeur or anyone else, although a black jacket hung nearby.

She was dressed for work in a stereotypical French maid's outfit with a ruffled skirt. It was a size or so too small for her; a stipulation of her employment in the Fletcher household. Alex Fletcher was a pig disguised as a rabbit, who enjoyed making fun of her and humiliating her. So far, though, that'd been all he'd done, despite whispered rumors about what he did to his other female employees and a few of his male ones. Rosario thought she ought to quit, but she desperately needed the job, and it paid well.

Entering the house through the side entrance in the garage, she went into the area of the first floor set aside for the servants, where she took off her coat. She set it aside so she could get to work. She heard the sound of footsteps. The chauffeur, that thin rabbit she'd seen on her first day here, entered behind her and paused in the doorway of the servants' changing room. He had his jacket off, tie undone and sleeves rolled up. He smelled like soap. Dorian, she remembered his name was. He must've been the one who'd been washing the car.

"Hi," he said joylessly.

"Hello," Rosario said in response.

Dorian went to his cubby, and from it removed a pack of cigarettes, sticking on in his mouth and lighting up. He took a slow drag as he considered her, this latest maid. After a moment, he offered her one of the cigarettes. By way of explanation, he said, "Still got ten minutes before your shift officially starts." He indicated the clock on the wall. "Want one?"

Rosario blinked and looked down at the offered cigarette, biting her lower lip. She slowly reached out to take one, setting it gingerly between her lips. "I don't smoke often..."

"Neither do I," said Dorian, "but it steadies my nerves, and that's something I definitely need while working here." He chuckled darkly and used his lighter to light her cigarette for her.

Rosario sucked in gently and made a face before coughing some, but didn't take out the cigarette. After a moment, a look of sympathy came over Dorian's gaunt face.

"Has he..."

He stopped

He stopped himself and trailed off, biting at his lower lip a little as he pondered how to pose such a question. If she'd already been... "had," then he risked upsetting her. If she hadn't, he might frighten her. Finally he settled on the right words, or what he thought were the right words.

"Has he... hurt you yet...?"

He meant Alex, of course. Rosario was surprised and her face flushed hot under her short fur as she looked at him. "Wh-What do you mean by hurt?" She could already tell what it is that he meant.

Dorian swallowed. "I mean has he... well... he has this... he likes hurting women. Men sometimes, too." He frowned briefly at some distant memory involving a tire iron and the previous chauffeur's anus, as well as a couple of times Alex bent him over the hood of the car and "took him for a ride," very much against his will, in the mansion's garage. Not to mention that one time he drove Minerva to the red light district, where they picked up two male prostitutes. He fingered his ear ring.

"Oh. That. N-No. Not yet..." the bat said.

"I just... if you wanted to discuss it, I'm here for you. He's hurt me before too."

The rabbit looked suddenly afraid and went to the door, checking to ensure none of the sneakier servants who enjoyed tattling were listening. He remembered Shawnee's horrifying fate. The microscope. The knives. He shuddered.

"Phew. Anyway. Yeah. Him and that butch bitch wife of his..." he trailed off.

Rosario furrowed her brows and adjusted the cigarette between her lips. She carefully took it out, holding it awkwardly in her fingers. "He... he hurt you?"

"Yes," said the chauffeur. "So I just want you to know if you ever need a friend..." He laid a hand on her shoulder gently. "You can always come to me if you want." He smiled and blushed a little, as he'd taken a liking to her.

Rosario blushed, herself, unsure if he really meant it. She laid her hand on his, gently rubbing it before she cleared her throat. "We... we should probably get going. I think it's five now. But... M-Maybe we could talk more at lunch?"

"I, uh, oh!" stammered the rabbit. "Sure, I'd... like that. I need to get back to washing the car anyway. I'll see you later, okay...?"

He then left and resumed his duties. Rosario finished up, then smiled and stubbed her cigarette out in the provided ashtray and hurried out into the main part of the house. The whole place was quiet, except for the sounds of a movie being played in the living room. Alex's friends were in there, lounging around lazily, a bunch of male rabbits his age - that is, pushing fifty - who still behaved like frat boys. They were watching some kind of scuzzy porno which Rosario didn't care for. She'd tidy up in there later when the three were gone.

Alex himself was in his office doing paperwork. Rosario didn't know where his wife and son were, and she didn't care. She didn't like Minerva much, and their son Alphonse gave her the creeps. She wasn't entirely cure how a rabbit and horse could have a child together, and guessed Minerva wasn't Alphonse's biological mother. Especially if the rumors about what she was packing between her legs were true. Taking her mind off of the horrible people she worked for and focusing on the task at hand, Rosario turned to her first order of business, cleaning a stain out of the carpet. She got a bucket and filled it with warm, soapy water, and arming herself with a scrub brush, went into the main hall across from Alex's office.

Alex looked up from his work and watched Rosario through the open doors and grinned. She set the bucket down, and knelt. Dunking the brush into the water, she removed it, gave it a gentle shake to remove excess suds, and then bent to her work, grunting a bit as she attached the stain, unaware that in doing so, she was exposing herself to her employer. The short ruffled skirt rode up on her thighs, exposing her panty-clad bottom to the rabbit, who rose and went to the doors and peered out, watching his maid working. He slowly removed his glasses, folded them, and slid them into the breast pocket of his suit. Then, he started unbuttoning it. He took his jacket off and gently draping it over the back of an ornate chair. He stood there with the jacket off showing his suspenders, and, carefully adjusting his tie, walked over to her.

The bat scrubbed diligently at the spot, furrowing her brows as she tried to figure out just what it was that was spilled here. She didn't hear Alex's approached because his footfalls were muffled by the lavish carpet she was so busy cleaning. He stood behind her as she worked, eying her lovely ass in that ruffled skirt as he slowly, quietly unzipped his pants. The lewd bulge of his cock strained at his briefs.

Suddenly she felt herself seized by the scruff of her maid's uniform, yanked up violently. She gasped in surprise. Then she was forced back down, uttering a little cry of "Ooof!" She winced as she was shoved to the floor. She felt his weight atop her slender frame, one hand grabbing her hair, the other groping and pawing at her blouse, ripping the flimsy fabric to get inside at her breasts, as he ground himself against her ruffle-covered rear, the hot bulge of his horniness pressing between her pert asscheeks. He said nothing.

"M-Mr. Fletcher?!" she cried, gripping her fingers into the plush fabric of the carpet, gritting her teeth..

Still he didn't speak. No sound came from him. He did however release her hair, letting her head dip forward, and delivered a hard, brain-rattling slap to the back of her skull. The message was clear: shut the hell up. Rosario whimpered, trembling and shaking, fighting the urge to cry out in pain and fear. The blouse was ripped, a thin snarling tearing sound filling the hall, as Rosario's bra-covered breasts were exposed. And even that small modesty was quickly done away with as a hand gripped each side of the garment and pulled, the bra snapping apart in the middle and hanging loosely down from the torn-open blouse, exposing the bat's breasts.

Even as she was recovering from this, that hair was seized again and yanked up, very nearly coming out by the roots. He licked along her throat, and bit her, a nice little love-bite, as his fingers slid over one of her nipples, pinched it, teased it.. tortured it. Then, confident she wouldn't struggle anymore, his painful grip was relinquished on her hair, but only so the hand could slide down to violently hike up her skirt. Her panties met the same fate as he bra, being violently torn away by her employer's firmly gripping hand, Rosario biting her lower lip and doing her best to keep her sobs down. Her whole form trembled and shook, even her wings, kept folded against her back.

He did something behind her. She heard and felt undefined movement, and then his broad, muscular chest was pressing against her back, and she felt something hard, hot and pulsing sliding along her bare thigh beneath the skirt. He'd fished his huge cock out of his underwear and now it was leaving a sticky trail along her fur. The rabbit played with her breasts some more, nuzzling into her hair, letting his hot breath smelling of mints wash over her - he'd just brushed his teeth - then, making sure she squealed just how he liked after a final twist to one of her poor, tortured nipples, grabbed her shoulders and forced her down, and said the first thing he'd said since the attack began... in fact the first thing he'd said to her all day.

"Eat the carpet."

By this, he meant to keep her face planted firmly in the carpet and not to say a word. He'd say nothing else until he was finished. She obeyed, pressing her face harder into the carpet now and trying to quell her noises, lest she anger him, tears trickling down her cheeks. And then she dug her fingers into the carpet harder as she felt his cock slide backwards off her thigh, felt him repositioning himself against her upturned rump, and then he was inside of her, doggy style, in the ass, his throbbing hotness filling her. She silently sobbed at how much it hurt and from the humiliation of being taken by him right here in the hallway. It was disgusting and vile, but she'd endure it. She had to if she wanted to keep her job. And survive.

While this was going on, a few of the servants came out to see what the ruckus was, such as it was. It was a relatively quiet violation, but it still carried with it the unmistakable muffled noises of a struggle, and then sex. And every single one of them returned to their duties when they saw it was just Alex fucking that new maid. All save Dorian.

The chauffeur stood aghast at what he witnessed, and for a few brief moments, he eyed a heavy jade vase and contemplated taking it, striding forwards and bashing Alex's brains in with it... but he was dissuaded by the sight of Biff and Marty watching TV in the next room out of the corner of his eye, the only ones oblivious to the rape. Not that they would've cared. They didn't hear the violation of Rosario, but they would've heard Alex cry out as he was struck, and would've killed the interfering chauffeur. And, so, blushing with shame, Dorian withdrew, and snuck back out into the garage to return to his duties and pretend he hadn't witnessed what he'd just seen... not for the first time in this household, either.

For now, he promised himself, clenching his fist as he angrily scrubbed the car with the soapy sponge, feeling his eyes mist up. For now.

Back inside, the rape continued. Alex took her, as was his right as the master of the house and her employer, his huge dick filling her petite rear like an invading monster, his hips pumping powerfully as he fucked her, keeping her face mashed firmly into the carpet as he rode her right there in the hallway, grunting and panting with carnal joy, his thin, cruel eyebrows knitted tightly in concentration as he focused on the bitch and the bitch alone and let the rest of the world fade away. He'd looked forward to this all week, and it was high time he broke her in and let her know just what she was to him.

Rosario was still quietly choking on her sobs, tiny wheezes of pain escaping her throat as she felt him sliding in and out of her body. The pain still shot up her spine. What truly shamed here is that on some level it felt pleasurable for her, being fucked in the ass. And perhaps under different circumstances she might even have enjoyed it. Her pussy was starting to get a little wet and she really hoped Alex wouldn't notice because she was concerned he'd only become more sadistic if he knew she liked it.

Fortunately, he soon finished. He cried out in animalistic pleasure, and came, flooding her bowels with his stick semen. He rode out the powerful orgasm, and then, even before he was finished cumming, he pulled free, his cock shooting its last few spurts directly onto Rosario's well-used asshole. Panting, he stood, somewhat shakily, drained emotionally and physically; he wasn't as young as he used to be. Giving Rosario no further thought for the moment, he slowly recovered, stood erect, and stretched, yawning. Ah. That felt good.

He eased himself back inside his briefs and Rosario heard the sound of a zipper being done up, and then his footfalls receding softly on the carpet as he walked away from her torn and used form. He slipped his jacket back on and buttoned it back up, then, slipping the glasses out of his pocket and putting them back on, he turned, and, as though noticing her for the first time, gave a small grunt of annoyance at the sight of her shivering form.

"Well, get back to work. That carpet isn't going to clean itself. I don't pay you to lie around."

And with that, he returned to his office. He, the violator, looked immaculate, only slight perspiration showing any sign that he'd exerted himself. His sticky, cum-covered cock was well concealed in his pants. She, though, the victim, was in her torn clothing, cum leaking from her ass, sobbing gently, living, breathing evidence that something vile and monstrous had just taken place, but which would never be spoken of again. Even when he inevitably raped her again, Alex would not bring up this incident. It didn't happen, and yet she was evidence it had...

Shaking a little bit as tears rolled down her face, Rosario whimpered queitly as she pushed herself up from the floor. Her wings moved hurriedly, wrapping themselves around her nude breasts to hide them from the other servants' view. She managed to get to her feet, stumbling a bit, and went to the servants' changing room. Her, she took some time to herself, and had a good, long cry, before making a valiant attempt at composing herself, changing into a clean uniform, but she went without any underwear; the torn lingerie had been the only pair she'd brought with her from home and so underneath her maid's outfit she wore no bra or panties.

She returned to the main hall. She did her best to try and clean the carpet, wiping at her nose with the back of one hand, sniffling. The female bat could feel some of the cum slithering down her legs, oozing out of her ass and dripping to the carpet. She cried harder. Nobody paid any attention to her, least of all Alex, who didn't emerge from his office again the whole time she worked.

She was able to get the carpet cleaned and even got some other things done. Focusing on the chores had helped her take her mind off of what had just happened to her. Later in the afternoon, Fabian told her she could knock off for lunch, but only if she ate in the servants' dressing room like all the other servants did. However, she was sho ashamed she waited until everyone else had already eaten and left. Everyone except for Dorian. He was nowhere to be found.

After finishing her lunch, she returned to work and the day wore on. Finally it eas time to go home. She left the way she came, through the garage. Dorian appeared, watching her as she walked towards the open garage door. He cleared his throat.

"Rosario?"

The bat jumped in alarm, hugging herself tightly and turning to look at him, her face hot. She sighed quietly and hesitantly smiled. "You have a bad habit of sneaking up on me," she said.

"Sorry. It's a coincidence, I swear."

He walked over, pausing to close the door, locking it. He also hit the garage door opener, causing the corrugated metal door to slide down slowly, hitting the floor with a bang which echoed off the concrete walls before slowly dying away. Now they were alone and could talk freely again. Just them and the cars, includingly the sparkling clean Mercedes. He looked down at his feet.

"I... I saw what happened... I saw what he did to you... I'm sorry. Because I got scared and didn't do anything to help you."

Rosario lowered her eyes for a few moments and then glanced back up at him. Her face burned hot in shame that he'd seen her being raped. "It... it's not your fault..." she told him. "He's a terrifyingly evil man."

"So are his friends..." said Dorian.

He frowned and sighed, then opened his arms, offering her a hug. Rosario misunderstood his offer.

"I don't need your pity," she said flatly, and moved to hit the garage door opener.

"I'm not offering my pity," Dorian said. "I'm offering you a rock in a storm."

The bat paused and turned to look at him for a few moments, furrowing her brows. Slowly, she moved over to him, leaning herself against him and pressing her face into his shoulder. He slid his arms around her and held her tightly to himself. The thin rabbit was the physical opposite of Alex in every way and so his embrace was a very comforting one. Tears trickled down her face. She sniffled as she returned the hug and wrapped herself around him.

"Sshh, it's okay... cry all you need to. Let it all out." He hugged her tighter.

Rosario sniffled softly and wiped her eyes as she looked up at him with her big dark eyes. "Thank you, Dorian."

"Don't mention it." He kissed her cheek. "And remember if you ever need to talk, or, well, anything, I'm here for you. We'll be each other's rock in a storm, okay...?"

Rosario nodded slowly. She leaned up on her toes and kissed his lips before pulling back, setting a hand to her mouth gently. Dorian blinked at the kiss and blushed. Both of them couldn't help being a little embarrassed, cinsidering what it was he'd seen earlier. She was worried he might not have the same feelings for her. But she didn't need to.

"I, uh, well that was..." he trailed off, and then returned the kiss, slowly and gently.

Rosario was relieved he didn't see her as dirty and disgusting, as damaged goods. She gently stroked his cheek as they kissed. He saw her the way Alex didn't, as a beautiful and sensitive person. As their mouths pressed together, he could feel himself getting hard in his pants, creating a tent, and the bulge was ground against Rosario's thigh as the two moved closer together, his tongue daring to probe gently at her lips and slip inside her mouth. Upon realizing he was grinding his hardon against her through his pants, the chauffeur jerked back, ashamed.

"Sorry... sorry..."

Rosario looked down for a moment, then flicked her eyes back up to his face. She hesitated for a few moments and slowly smiled. "It's okay..."

Dorian was blushing. He was concerned it was too soon after the rape. He hesitated. "Are... are you sure...?"

Rosario swallowed and nodded, reaching out her fingers to touch his hands, encircling them and holding them tightly. "It... it will be a better memory of a first time then my real first one..." she said softly.

Dorian smiled. Something he rarely did. The thin rabbit had always been so dour-looking, his mouth either frowning or set in a hard line. He looked down at her delicate hands clutching his slender ones, then bent forwards again and kissed her softly.

"I promise I'll make it a very special memory for you, Rosario." His voice was low, gentle. He kissed her again.

Rosario nodded, smiling at the feeling of his lips against hers, closing her eyes for the kiss and nibbling gently at his lower lip with anticipation and excitement. Who would've thought she would've found someone so sweet in such a terrible place?

He moved against her, backing her against the Mercedes, her butt humping against it. His arms slid around her as he kissed her, then nuzzled along her throat, taking special care to kiss where he knew Alex had bitten her. She could feel his erection through his pants, pressing against her, eager to come out and play... and he could feel her heat, down there, so eager to be stoked.

"We don't have much time..."

He let go of her long enough to take off his jacket, and start fumbling with his pants, before her hand reached out and lay upon his wrist, stopping him. He blinked, then watched as the bat stepped forward, and, blushing, hesitant, undid his pants for him and pulled the zipper down as she nuzzled at his neck. Flomp, down came his pants in a bunch around his ankles. He wore boxers that were strained with his arousal. But her needs came first. Gently, he guided her back up against the car, stepping free of his dropped pants as he did so, and got down on his knees. He smiled up at her.

"Allow me..."

His hands slid up underneath the ruffled skirt, causing a brief shudder from the bat as she remembered her time with Alex. Dorian hesitated, but a nod from Rosario prompted him to continue. She bit at her knuckles, heart pounding in her chest as she looked down at him. She shivered, a little sound coming from the bat's throat. She squirmed back against the Mercedes, leaning herself back against the car more as her free hand slid down, shyly gathering up the edge of her ruffled skirt, pulling it up.

Grinning with mischief and still blushing, Dorian wrapped his arms around her legs and lay his head in the soft ruffles of her maid's skirt.

"Rosario..." he said softly, the romantic in him awakening, "...let me take care of you... I want to do something really special for you right now, to make you feel so good. If I have your permission." He wasn't going to say what it was, as he wanted it to be a surprise... but he wanted her permission first. "Let me surprise you."

Rosario swallowed as she looked down at him, thinking about it for a moment, and then nodded. She trusted Dorian. She knew he wouldn't hurt her on purpose. "All right, Dorian. Surprise me." She smiled.

Dorian smiled and then his head disappeared underbeath her skirt. And then her world exploded in sudden, intense pleasure as a male rabbit's tongue plunged deep inside of her. First he nuzzled her there, pressing his nose against the slit marking the entrance to her womanhood. He inhaled deeply, loving her smell, and then, he planted the gentlest of kisses upon her pussy lips. The bat gasped in surprise, tilting her head back, fingers gripping at the edges of the car hood. Treating them as if they were her real lips, Dorian proceeded to make out with her sex, kissing, sucking, nibbling, and finally sliding his tongue between the gentle cleft to explore her innermost regions. Being quiet was suddenly pretty hard for Rosario as her legs spread further for him.

Rosario clamped a hand tightly over her mouth to keep too much noise from leaving her as she rocked her hips, eyes rolling up. With her other hand she slid her fingers through Dorian's hair affectionately. Deeper and deeper he probed his tongue into her, licking and slurping along her walls, using his nose to tease and tickle her clitoris as he slowly and lovingly ate her out. Unable to keep the noises in now, Rosario let out a little shuddering moan as she stroked her hand along Dorian's ears, tenderly caressing them.

The rabbit at it, tasting her feminine juices, eager to bring her to her peak, to drive her wild with pleasure, and thereby show her sex could still be a miraculous and wonderful thing. Rosario panted and softly moaned, bowing her head as she rocked her hips more. She wasn't able to hold herself back as she felt her orgasm building up.

"D-Dorian...!!" she cried.

Pulling back, Dorian used his tongue to slowly torture her sensitive clit. Whining quietly, the bat shuddered and trembled as she felt her climax wash over her and she arched her back as far as it would go before she slumed back across the hood of the Mercedes, heaving to readjust to keep from squishing her wings. Dorian swallowed her femcum, drinking it down eagerly, before getting back up and kissing her on the mouth and hugging her to himself. She panted quietly and smiled, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling him.

"That... that was heavenly.."

"I'm glad... 'cause I had no idea what the hell I was doing...!"

They both laughed.

"Now, how 'bout the real thing...?" Dorian ground his bulge against her gently. "If you want it."

"I want to," was her whispered answer.

"Okay," he said softly, "but only because you want it."

He kissed her and then wiggled free of his boxers, dick flopping out against her thigh. He positioned himself, pressing his cockhead against her feminine entrance.

"Are you ready?"

She swallowed and nodded. "Yes."

Dorian nodded. "Okay, I'll take it slowly."

He slowly started to push forwards, penetrating her with infinite gentleness. Rosario made a soft sound as she felt him pushing her open, her entrance gently coating his cock with her juices. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his torso, pulling him against her. He kissed her as he gently sank more of himself into her, slowly pushing the entire length of the cock into her warm depths. Rosario moaned into his mouth, parting their lips with a little surprised hiccup as his body came flush with hers.

She moaned quietly as she felt him pushing his body into her, trembling as she combed her fingers through his chestfur, her heart hammering in her chest as she whimpered in delight. Slowly, her hips started to move and buck against his, rising up to meet his thrusts. She couldn't help but moan his name. "D-Dorian," she cried. She knew that sex could be painful from Alex's teachings, but she'd never known it could feel like this, this good!

"Easy, baby, easy... I'm not hurting you at all am I?" Dorian grunted.

Genuine warmth and concern poured from the chauffeur's words as he slowly fucked the maid, holding her tightly in a lover's embrace, his thick cock pistoning in and out of her wet pussy with each smooth thrust of his naked hips.

"I-I'm okay," Rosario assured him.

"Good, good, because that's the last I wanna do. Hurt you. I only want to give you joy."

He groaned and kissed her as he kept pumping his hips. Despite being in his thirties, he was behaving like a lovesick high school student who'd finally gotten to bang his lifelong crush at the prom. He was so glad to hear she was enjoying it.

"It feels so nice..." she gasped.

"Good, Rosario, good... unh, and it feels good for me, too, oh, God, you're so beautiful, and your tight pussy feels so good around me... Ohhh..."

She held him tightly, legs spread as wide as they'd go. "Please don't stop, Dorian. P-Por Favoorr..." She groaned out the last words, gritting her teeth as she felt him pushing all the way up against her cervix, her body hot and wet around him, starting to tighten.

"Never, never, I'll never stop..."

He gasped and moaned as he pulsing manhood kept pounding away at her sex, wincing and gasping in delight as her claws dug into him, shivering as she kissed at his ear bases, an erogenous zone for a rabbit! He could feel her tightening around him, knew she was close. He could feel his own climax building, but wanted to hold off; she should cum before him. It was the gentlemanly thing to do.

"I'm gonna... gonna... unhhh... f-f-fuck you... fuccckk you till the end of time, Rosario... oh Godddd..."

She was unable to keep from moaning and panting into his ear now as her body began to tighten around him like a vice. Closer and closer she got, her claws a bit more urgent against his back and her toes started to curl. But it didnt take long for her to climax around him when he moaned her name again, her teeth gently clamping onto the base of his ear to keep her from making too much noise. Her whole form shuddered and sputtered as her orgasm shook that thin frame but oh, God. She was seeing spots and stars before her eyes as she released his ear.

"Fffffuuuhhhhhhh-cckkkk..." He gasped as he felt her cumming around him and squealed happily as she bit his ear, and this sent him over the edge, pumping his sticky hot seed into her waiting depths, continuing to buck his hips as he did so.

Rosario groaned as she felt all of that hot, sticky fluid rushing up into her body. She kissed him. "Th-Thank you..."

"Mm, unhh... y-you're welcome..." Dorian panted softly and kissed her back gently.

Feeling some of his seed ooze out around them onto the car hood beneath them, she started. "We... we should get cleaned up, before Alex or someone else catches us."

"Yeah, heh, that's a good idea..."

He pulled free of her with a wet slurp, and the two hurriedly got dressed. Once they'd composed themselves, Dorian opened the garage door, then got a cloth and wiped his cum off of the Mercedes to remove the evidence of their lovemaking, and then he felt a hand gingerly touching his arm. He turned and looked at Rosario.

"Can we... do that again sometime, please?" she asked sweetly, smiling brightly.

"Sure," he said. "Anytime you like."

She gave him a peck on the cheek, then turned and walked out, leaving in a considerably better mood than she'd arrived in.

The End.