The Chauffeur ( # 43 ) Fighting Back

BY PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Waking up with a refreshed Jill was a delightful way to spread out my oculus. For the world-class tie in a long while, Dakota did not sleep in my bed. I got up and headed towards the bath for my morning ritual. I shaved and I showered.

Once I was through, I went back out to the bedroom where my darling married woman was still sleeping. I put on clothes to head towards the Hawk today as my 24 hour of staying at the Chateau is now over.

I unplug my phone, grab my billfold and samara and a duet of shoe and socks. I quietly leave the sleeping accommodation and head towards the kitchen. Once I'm in the kitchen, Dakota and John are already there. whoremaster, of course, is eating a bowl of cereal. Dakota, my darling, is sitting quietly having a cup of coffee.

Bobby and Sammy ask if I want ballock or something else for breakfast. I agree eggs sound good. They begin to take in me several scrambled eggs with Sir Francis Bacon and some fried white potato. John finishes his bowl of food grain and asks for some testicle as well.

Both John and Dakota are dressed for work. Slowly, citizenry file out into the kitchen area. I hear what sounds like rain. I look out the front Windows and see that it is pouring hard. I think to myself ; do I head to go today or detain here at the Chateau ? My mind leans towards heading to the Hawk.

Over the next half hr or so, people come out to the kitchen. Bobby and Sammy offer them breakfast. Most of them take the whirl. I check the time and head back down to the sleeping room to make sure she is wake up and beginning to get ready for work. When I open the sleeping accommodation threshold, there sits my gorgeous wife doing her hair at her make-up table. I sneak up behind her and snog her from behind. She moans as I put my coat of arms around her from prat.

I kiss her again and head back out towards the kitchen once again. I realize that I still don't have my laptop, nor does Jill receive her tower. I think about using computers at the office.

Once I'm back in the kitchen, I see that Jennifer, Diane, Sharon, Paula, and Donna have all come out into the kitchen. Three of them are eating some eggs and Sir Francis Bacon from the chefs.

"Hey cat, could we experience a nice pork knock for dinner tonight ? Maybe brisk made mashed Solanum tuberosum and either some carrots or green beans along with one of your scrumptious Caesar salads. Is that possible ?"I ask.

"No David, we don't make anything like that. Maybe we will get some Burger from Red Robin delivered…. ha, ha, ha,"Sammy says to me causing me to laugh a bit with his sarcasm.

BJ and Danni are both dressed wonderfully. I think to myself that we need to make for certain that we are rotating a couple of the people from the hawk to ensure that Danni gets a lunchtime.

Noticing the metre once again, I suggest that we should pop out heading towards the vehicles in the garage and drive to work. Paula and Donna both get into their vehicles. John unlocks the service department doors by removing the carabiner from the track.

Dakota, Sharon, and I get into Dakota's BMW. St. John the Apostle, Jennifer, and Diane all get into John's truck. Jill, BJ, and Danni all get into Jill's Mercedes. All five vehicles leave the garage and pass through the strawman gate to lead towards work.

We are all driving carefully as we haven't had hard rainwater in quite a piece. In fact, it probably has been 6 or 7 weeks since we have had any pelting at all. When we get to the mortarboard, we all find a parking slur on the second base floor. Once park, we walk across the paseo into the construction. We all say hello/good morning to the security guard and get on the elevator to head up to the top floor.

Once I am there, we all get off the lift. Sharon, Danni, Jennifer, and Diane all head to their desks. I head to my own desk as well. Jill and BJ head into one of the conference rooms to experience elbow room to spread out their paperwork. We all begin to dig into our business. I open my figurer to mark off the oeuvre emails once again. As I scan the email, I don't see any threatening emails this time. I check with Jill and she doesn't have any suspicious electronic mail either.

I begin my usual classification of electronic mail. I scan them and receive one from Rob, the IT guy. He discusses things that his mathematical group think need to be addressed regarding our information processing system system. He suggests that we put some new servers into play. He also suggests that we upgrade directly from Microsoft the security system programs to protect our company. His job suggestions make a whole lot of sentiency and I give him the go-ahead to make the changes. However, I ask if we should prevent his group on stave, so he isn't overloaded with project. I figure that I'll get a reply either later today or tomorrow.

I begin to go through the ‘ read-only'e-mail, interpretation and deleting them. I hear Jill swear a bit coming from her group discussion elbow room. BJ is apologizing and heading to the pressman to get whatever Jill sent there. In my head, it seems as if BJ is doing quite well for Jill.

As I get back to my desk, I see the clock on my data processor tell me that it is nearly 11 am. I think to myself that we probably need to order lunch to be delivered since it is still raining. As I'm looking over the restaurant menu's online, Danni comes to my office door and tells me that there is someone here who would wish to mouth to me. I get up and conform to her dorsum to the receipt country. As I approach the sphere, I see a Los Angeles Policeman.

"Hello, I'm David Graham Greene. I understand that you wanted to see me ?"I say to the officer.

"Yes, sir. I'm Officer James Hiram Williams. I need you to issue forth with me,"he tells me. I'm completely lost."Let me get my assistant,"I tell him. He lets me make love that he needs only me and not any of my helper. He has me wondering what is going on and I get my raincoat and we head out. I tell Danni to let Dakota and Jill know that I have left with policeman Williams. She assures me that she will let both of them know.

ship's officer Hiram Williams and I head down to the second floor. We take the crossover to the parking garage. I say hello again to the surety sentry go as we head over to the garage. Once I'm in the garage, I see his team car. He unlocks it and we both get into the front butt. He turns his computer on its slope and slides it down towards the story. I strap into the seatbelt and off we head.

"officeholder Sir Bernard Williams, where are we headed ?"I ask.

"To a crime scene Mr. Greene. Your presence is requested by our Detectives,"he tells me. I'm at a total loss. However, as we head across town, the letter that I passed along to broker Longmire comes to my mind. Did the Mexican Drug cartel get to someone that I know ? I'm not sure whom it might be as everyone was accounted for lowest night. As we turn the niche, I know who it is. He parks in front of the theatre. We both get out and head up to the front man doorway. I meet Detective James. He tells me that he requested me to come up to this crime scene.

Detective James carefully takes me inside the house. I take a couple of steps inside and arrest. The living room is covered with blood line everywhere. There is stock spray on the far bulwark, there is blood line on the livelihood way couch and all over the coffee berry table with a magnanimous pool of blood at the metrical foot of the person who is underneath the sheet.

"How long has she been deadened ?"I ask.

"About 12 hours. I'm assuming that you know who is underneath the plane,"the Detective says to me.

He takes a corner of the flat solid and pulls it back. I'm stunned, so much so, I head outside to puke my guts out. I lean over the railing on the strawman step to barf into the planter next to the front steps.

Detective Tennessee Williams stands behind me watching me puke my grit out. I have never seen anything so trigger-happy ever before in my entire life history."This is an old girlfriend who left my house yesterday. We had a engagement. I asked her to leave. My help called a cab to bring her home. Are there any witnesses ?"I ask.

"Mr. Greene, do you get it on who this is ?"he asks me.

"Yes. It's break of the day. Her company just started working for me cleaning my family. Has anyone contacted her boss, Patrick ?"I ask.

"Yes, he's on his way. Another police officer is bringing him,"the tec William Tell me.

"tec, have you been in contact with Agent Longmire of the FBI ? She has been chasing a Mexican Drug Cartel who has been threatening to bump off someone that I know. I gave her a DVD of my house for the yesteryear 24 hours yesterday. I also gave her a letter of the alphabet that I received threatening to do this,"I tell him. He pulls out his little notepad and begins to make notes. He asks me for striking selective information for federal agent Longmire. I call up her contact info on my cellular telephone phone and hand the phone to the detective.

"Thank you, Mr. Graham Greene. I need you to stay around for a few hour. I have a few inquiry for you,"he tells me.

I sit down on the front steps. My belly is still real queasy. I don't know how very much clock time has passed before another law vehicle arrives. Patrick gets out of the car and stoppage. He knows the sign of the zodiac as well and doesn't take a footfall towards the house. He, instead just stands leaning against the police vehicle. I look at him, trying my outdo not to cry as my drumhead keeps flashing back to the violence that I saw inside.

St. Patrick comes over to me and sits down on the steps as well. The rain is coming down on both of us.

"Is it Aurora ?"he asks.

"Yes, it is. You don't want to go inside. It's possibly the most vehement thing that I have ever seen. I can't believe that this has happened. St. Patrick, I'm so sorry. I'm for sure she was murdered because of me,"I tell him. He just shakes his head telling me that it's not my fault. She should experience been safe inside her own home, which obviously she wasn't.

We both just sit on the whole step staring out to the street and the act of police cars that are parked there. I see a news van pull up and get out with a cinematographer and a reporter. The uniformed police stop them at the street and begin answering their inquiry. I see the cameraman do a sweep oar of the front of the sign. I bow my head and wait down at the ground. Patrick gets up and head teacher towards the word reporters asking them to stop taking pictures of his friend who was murdered. The newsperson tried to ask respective doubt only for Patrick to turn and walk away from them.

Saint Patrick comes back over to me and sits down side by side to me on the tone."You were saying that you believe that you caused this to pass off to break of the day. What makes you believe that ?"he asks me.

"I received a letter yesterday threatening my group that somebody I know will be murdered. I never in my wildest dreaming believed it would be first light,"I tell him

"David, you're not to blame. Whoever did this is the person to charge,"he tells me. I'm quite impressed that he is so calm, but then again, he hasn't seen the interior and the horrible way things are.

The Detective spends another duet of hours asking both Patrick and me questions. We answered all of his questions. However, before the Detective let us go, agent Longmire showed up. She spent several bit chatting with the detective. Once they finished their conversation, she came over to see me and Patrick.

"Saint Patrick, this is Agent Longmire. Agent, this is Patrick. This is the person that I was asking both of you to follow with my wife and me to dinner,"I tell both.

"Mr. St. Patrick, I'm sorry that we met under these condition. Also, I'm sorry for your expiration,"she tells him. She flips open her notepad and begins asking me doubt. I, of course of study, want her to see these scum-bags and take them out of the picture. She keeps her composure but continues to ask me motion. Once she is finished asking head, she offers both Saint Patrick and me a ride back to where the Police picked us up from.

Saint Patrick and I got into her vehicle. She headed back to the decimal point where the Police picked us up. She dropped off Patrick first, then took me back to the Hawk. I asked if she could link me for tiffin, she agreed. I directed her to the nice Italian place that Fred introduced us to.

When Agent Longmire and I went inside, the owner came right over and asked if Fred and the residual of my grouping would be joining us. I let him know that it would just be the two of us. He hugged broker Longmire, which I believe that she was completely surprised by that.

He sat us at a mesa and brought over the common basket of ail bread."St. David, how did you know that I love garlic bread ?"the agent asks me.

"Um, I didn't. They have great garlic bread here and the possessor brings a field goal of it over to my board all the time,"I tell her.

We had a nice meal. Agent Longmire ordered Gallus gallus Parmesan on a bed of spaghetti noodles. I offered to order her a glass of Chianti, but she declined saying that she was working. She ordered a meth of diet nose candy instead. I ordered my common, spaghetti with meat sauce and a duad of meatballs. We sat and had a delightful lunch. When it was all over, I paid the lunch bill, but factor Longmire tried to grab the bill, but I was just a touching quicker. This caused both of us to laugh a bit.

She told me that she thought Patrick was a very bountiful man and is interested in going out to dinner with him and Jill and me. This made me very glad to discover that such a violent act did not deter her from wanting to go out with Patrick.

As we finished our meal, we headed towards the nominal head door to leave behind. Oddly enough, agentive role Longmire clutched my elbow as we left. This made me feel much better about her.

It was about 20 transactions to get me back to the Hawk. She dropped me off at the front line door, street horizontal surface and wished me a good rest of the day. I went inside and up to the top via the lift. Once I got to the top, I was met by Dakota. She asked what went on with the Police. I let her and everyone else know that Aurora has been murdered. respective of the noblewoman, such as Jennifer and Sharon were shocked by the news.

I went inside of the group discussion way to let BJ and Jill know. BJ was stunned. Jill didn't seem that enervate, but then again, she's a Marine.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with me working on my computer reading the ‘ read-only'emails and deleting them as they are read.

CHAPTER 2

As the workday came to an end, I saw that it was near 4:30 pm. I called it to be the end of the day for everyone. I saw people turning off their computers and putting on their raincoat.

I stood by the lift doors. Dakota and toilet both came over to me asking what had happened with the Police. I told him that we would consume that discussion back at the Chateau. He didn't ask another Christian Bible ; he just stood a few feet away from me waiting for the elevator.

As everyone finished up, the group of people by the elevators grew. When the bell finally dinged and the doors opened, I let everyone on and stood there just thinking. I suggested that they go ahead down and send off the elevator car back up for me and Dakota.

She took my hand and silently held it as we waited for the elevator to return. It dawned on me that I have no approximation what everyone had for lunch.

"Dakota ducky, what did you all have for lunch ?"I asked.

"Jimmy John the Divine's sandwiches. We also ordered a couple of salads but to the highest degree everyone ordered a sub. Why, what did you have for dejeuner ?"she asked me.

"Agent Longmire and I went to Fred's Italian restaurant,"I tell her.

"factor Longmire, eh ? Should we look her to register up at the menage tonight for some playtime ?"Dakota asks but is smiling the whole time.

"No smarty-pants. We just had lunch. However, I saw something that caused me to puke my bowel out. The Mexican Drug cartel got to Aurora. They murdered her very violently. There was origin everywhere. I've never seen so much blood in my entire life. It was frightful,"I say to her. She knows that I'm quite rattled about Aurora. She doesn't say a Scripture, she just stands there following to me, holding my manus. When the lift door gouge and opens we both whole tone on and razz it down to the 2nd floor.

At the instant story, we get off and take the crossover to the parking garage. Sharon and Jennifer are both waiting by Dakota's car for her and me.

We all get into Dakota's BMW and head back towards the Chateau. It is still raining, something that we haven't seen much of in southern Calif. in several weeks.

I text Amy asking her if the chefs made the pork barrel roast that I asked for this morning. She told me that Red robin redbreast beefburger were waiting for me to get to the firm. Then she texted back that she was just kidding me. I sent her a LOL as Dakota was driving through this looney weather. Clearly, hoi polloi had forgotten how to drive in the rain as we had respective people run traffic lights and slide into the crossway. Which caused me to fasten my seatbelt.

All I could mean about was the horrible picture of cockcrow's body underneath that sheet. What I remember seeing was her pharynx cut from ear to ear. Several stab lesion and a bullet hole in her frontal bone with the blood covering her facial expression. It just kept haunting me.

In my head, I couldn't think of how to hit whoever did this pay. When we pull into the courtyard, I begin to formulate a plan on fighting back against our ‘ Quaker'the Mexican Drug Cartel.

As Dakota pulls into the garage, I see lav's truck already parked in there. Yet, I don't see Jill's car just yet. I text BJ and ask if they are nigh to the house. I get a response from BJ that they are about 5 minute of arc away. As we pull into the garage, I just sit in the battlefront hindquarters thinking about Aurora. I want to fight back, but I'm not sure just how to approach it. Dakota puts her hand on my left knee joint, I look at her thanking God that it wasn't her nor Jill.

It dawns on me that I should use my new PR person to call the murder of Aurora. Let the pressing push the police force and the detective to verbalize to Aurora's death. As I hear the service department door surface and see Jill's car enter the garage, I decide to get out of Dakota's car and head inside. I stand by the door to the family and waiting for Jill to join me.

Once we are all gathered in the service department, I hold the door open for all the peeress. Each one gives me a kiss as they go inside.

We all end up in the kitchen, Bobby tells me that dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes, so if I wanted to acquire a quick rain shower, I had enough clock time to do so. I think about it for a moment but decide not to go adopt a shower.

My phone buzzes. It's Agent Longmire.

"Hello federal agent, why are you giving me a phone call ? Are you asking if you can fall over for dinner ?"I ask chuckling a bit.

"No, smarty pants. I just spoke to Saint Patrick. He said he's still in for the dinner if you are still willing,"she says to me.

"Of course, I'm still in. Is there a Nox that works for both you and Patrick ?"I ask.

"How about tomorrow Nox, both Patrick and I seem to have an opening on our schedule. Where should we cope with you and your wife ?"she asks.

"At your front room access,"I tell her.

"Huh ? I don't understand,"she says.

"It means that I'm sending a car to break up you up,"I tell her.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I'll be happy to ride,"she tells me. However, I won't hear of it, so I tell her that I'm sending a car for her tomorrow Nox. She relents and agrees to be picked up.

Agent Longmire tells me that she'll be by tomorrow to the hawk to bring in me both my laptop and Jill's tower. I thank her and we end the phone call.

The chefs have dinner cook. lavatory makes a plate for Diane, that included some salad. He also made himself a plate.

As everyone has a home of food in front of them, I stand to tell what has gone on today with the police.

"OK, everyone, may I ingest your attention for just a duad of mo. John, will you please go get the syndicate house group ?"I ask.

John gets up and point out to the consortium house. He knocks on the room access and brings them into the family. They come inside and make themselves a dinner crustal plate. I send Dakota to get Mom and Fred.

When they come out to the dining room, I decide that I need to let everyone know what happened today.

"I need to tell everyone what the police force picked me up for today. They took me to cockcrow's house. I found her murdered. Her throat was slit from ear to ear. She had multiple jab lesion all over her consistence plus she had one single gunshot wound in the center of her forehead. There was blood everywhere. I have never seen such a grisly situation. It made me go outside and git my sand out. I now know whom they went after, someone that I mistakenly kicked out of our house yesterday,"

"What do we do then ?"Jennifer asks.

"I don't know. But I do know that we need to watch out each other's spine. If you have a carry permit, please wear your weapon. If you don't have a carry permit, then delight stay with someone who does sustain one. I don't want anyone here hurt, am I pull in about this ?"I ask.

I hear several yeses. I care for all my radical and haven't decided how to crusade back. This drug cartel needs an ass-kicking. I decide to put a vociferation into Special Agent Fernandez.

"Mr. Greene, how are you ? broker Longmire tells me that you had a rough day,"he says to me.

"Jose, I want to hurt them. I want to take on the fight to these shitheads. They murdered soul and did it in a ugly way. How do I read the conflict to them ?"I ask.

"Do you really want to do that ?"he asks.

"Yes, so very a lot so,"I tell him.

"Then here's what we're going to do. I have it on good information, that we know where their main hideout is located. They also have about a dozen modest space that they stock weapons and multitude to fight. Care to go after them ?"Fernandez asks me.

"Abso-fucking-lutely Now it's sentence to necessitate the fight to them,"I say to Fernandez.

"Well, alright then. Put your 5 honorable shots together, I'll be by to pick you all up in about a half an hour,"he says to me.

I tap John, Dakota, Jill, Donna, and both the CG boys. I tell the boy to get their rifles, as they will be helping us take down some of the Mexican Drug Cartel. I explain that they will be taking key situation to have the back of the group. I explain that they need to bring lots of their .50 caliber ammunition. They should also bring their reach. I expect them to take a position that is high school and able to hurt them when we are attacked, which we will be.

I put tactical undershirt on the rest of the others. Everyone going has multiple ammunition clips. Just as expected, Fernandez shows up with a declamatory total darkness Chevy Suburban. lavatory follows with his truck and both CG male child. We drive across townsfolk and gather up with about 40 FBI agents. I pick out a rooftop and send off the CG boys to the rooftop to apply a sniper's position.

As they climb the outside steel ardour run, they reach the rooftop in just a couple of minute. They focus their John Scopes and lay out several clips of ammo. They text that they are ready to do some damage.

John and Donna subscribe to a position at their incline entrance. Jill, Dakota and I take a position at their nominal head door. About 20 broker are with us at the front threshold, another 10 agentive role are with John at the face door, and the rest period of the federal agent along with broker Longmire conduct a stead at the dorsum room access. limited Agent Fernandez calls on his headset.

"We go in 3-2-1…attack,"he gives the teaching to attack the Drug Cartel.

Gospel According to John and the agents with him kick in the English door, shooting everything that they see holding a gun. I kick in the front door and begin shooting everyone that I see inside, along with the 20 or so agents that enter with me. Dakota takes a defensive post outside so if any sneak past us she will take on them down.

Several factor kick in the spinal column threshold. Lots of gunshot there, a couple of agent go down. Jill works her way to the agents coming through the back door. She is firing at everything that moves that is not in tactical paraphernalia. I am also firing hitting everything that is moving. As one clip empties, I load another taking aim at anyone moving. The agents that entered the front door with me are taking drug cartel appendage out with precision. I'm sure that the gunfight can be heard in the neighborhood. I have hit and killed 9 cartel appendage all of whom were firing at myself and the FBI broker. No one was unarmed that we shot at.

The whole process takes about 20 mo. We have shot and killed nearly 50 drug cartel people, all of whom have fired their weapon at us. As I check with Fernandez and Longmire, only two FBI federal agent were hit, neither of them seriously. John said he killed 5 drug combine bozo. Jill took 4 down, killing all four. Dakota got the just one that snuck out the position door. He took a nip at her and she put a round between his eyes. Donna says she only got 3 drug cartel Guy, but she said that the agents around her took down about a dozen guy rope, making them beat, not wounded.

There is a car fully of corporate trust fellow member trying to escape. Both CG boy take several snapshot at them and take out all 5 guys in the car, causing the car to crash into a construction across the street. I hear some hooting from the rooftop from the CG boys, doing their job as professional snipers.

I check with Longmire and Fernandez. Both are just fine. Longmire says she got 4 and Fernandez says he got 4 as well. I thank them for allowing us to link them. Fernandez calls for an investigating agentive role to audience the other federal agent. Longmire and Fernandez tell me that I need to take aim my people out of here as they violated a big FBI rule. I gather out my people and off we go. We are all full of adrenaline on the drive household. I do the math in my straits, John 5, Jill 4, Donna 3, Dakota 1, and I got 9. The CG boys got 5. My mathematics counts a total of 27. Fernandez said before we left that they did a quick count and it seems as if all told 53 cartel fellow member have been shot and killed. No corporate trust member is still active, they all have been killed.

"Jill, text individual back at the house, let them sleep together we are all fine and no one got shooter,"I tell her. She grabs her telephone set and texts the house.

"They tell us, we are insane, but everyone is happy that we took it to them,"Jill tells all of us in King John's motortruck. We drive place, all of us are amped up on the adrenaline from shooting the cartel members. Donna tells us that she hasn't snap anyone since her Clarence Day in the Marines. However, she is happy that we have hit them where they were hiding. Longmire and Fernandez may have invited us, but I am quite for sure that they weren't expecting us to submit out 27 cartel members out of the 53 Fernandez said were killed. In my head, I did some warm math and figured that it was just above 53 % of my grouping shooting and killing cartel. Now, I wanted to consume out a full-page ad taunting the Mexican Drug Cartel, but I know that would only get Fernandez and Longmire into trouble. I suggested that when we all get home that we are to clean our weapon system and reload the ammunition clips.

As Saint John pulls into the courtyard, I am so majestic of my mathematical group. None of them let themselves get shot and all of them took out Drug Cartel member. bathroom parks his hand truck into the garage and everyone piles out of the truck. We're all chatty about the issue.

CHAPTER 3

When we were all inside, Sammy had a series of sweet prepared for all of us. He had another of his mythological chocolate bar. He had a carrot bar with cream cheese icing, and he had about 5 12 chocolate chip cookies. Saint John took a slice of carrot cake and about 6 cookie. He asked Diane if she wanted anything, but she declined saying that worrying about him made her nauseated. He apologized to her, but he wouldn't promise her not to go again. She kissed him and told him that she was all queasy about him going on the flack on the drug corporate trust. He smiled and told her that he did it to make her safe, she just put her arms around him and held onto her guy.

I can tell that the maraud on the drug combine has gotten Donna all amped up….and horny. I see her whispering to Jill ; I'm guessing I know what the whispering is all about. The two CG son immediately went out to the pool house after they stored their rifles in the gun safe. They felt good taking out the bad guys. I can only guess that if there is trouble, it will come from them taking out the careful of corporate trust phallus with their .50 calibre rifle slam. Maybe there will be an postmortem examination, maybe not. Let's Leslie Townes Hope for not.

Longmire and Fernandez really put their cervix out by letting us be involved. I need to call back of a way to thank them that won't get them into fuss. Before we left, I thanked the factor that kicked in the front door with me for watching my backbone during the firefight. Up until then, I had only imagined of ever being in a gunfight, and now, I've been in one and the Adrenalin rush is incredible.

As I suggested, everyone is cleaning their weapon, except for the two CG boy. They're busy getting laid over at the pool house, or at least that's what I was thinking was going on. Whitney Moore Young Jr. guys, porn star girlfriends, plus a large chested roommate that is well known in the smut industry as a great blowjob soul, what could Fred's two nephews ask for any better ?

Donna is overly chatty. She is talking to Jennifer about a statute mile a bit. Jennifer is just smiling and letting her run with the conversation. When Donna finally did block off talking, Jennifer excused herself and went over to privy. She put her arms around him and told him that she was a nervous crash the whole time he was gone. Her and Diane sat together and concern. John Lackland told her it was the most incredible thing he had ever done and that I had his binding. She didn't need to make out that I was on a completely different side of the menage from him. the true be told, it was the FBI agents that had his back, not me.

Jill sat quietly, almost pensive. I went over to her and pulled a professorship out and sat down.

"Darling, what's going on. You seem more broody than amped up like Donna and Saint John,"I say to her.

"It's just how I process killing individual and I killed 4 people today. I haven't shot ad killed that many people since my years in the marine. However, unlike the war machine days, I shot from closeup. None of my blastoff were at somebody that was no more than 8-10 human foot away from me. In the military, I was shooting my weapon at people that were usually about 100-200 groundwork away. Not the case today. Let me just process the events,"Jill tells me. I kiss her on the cheek and let her just sit and clean her firearm.

I see no one in the TV room, so I head in there and twist on the TV to look out an action at law telecasting. I select the movie ‘ Bad son'with testament Joseph Smith and martin Saint Lawrence. Something in my brain tells me that the role that Tea Leone plays isn't really acting, it's more like how she really is in life. As I'm watching the movie, Sammy comes over with a big trough of popcorn. I take a smattering and start out eating. My brain is loving this popcorn. It has substantial melted butter, not some powdered butter flavoring nor butter flavored oil ( like at the movie house ). He also brings out a arena of Ceylon cinnamon loot popcorn. This one I really liked and took ascendence of that bowl.

lav came out and sat in the reclining chairman. He asked for the popcorn roll with the really butter. Donna filed out and Dakota did as well. I ended up with Donna on one side of me, and as common Dakota on the other face.

I sat there staring at the TV but was thinking about how lucky my life has become. I got to do something that virtually no one would ever get to do, go on a mission with agents of the FBI. I could have gotten my family in serious trouble today. I need to subside down and stop thinking and acting impulsively. This could have turned out a great deal forged than it did.

The shooting made the nightly news. According to the news, there was a total of 40 drug corporate trust appendage killed as FBI agentive role tried to turn in some stock warrant, which I thought was a near cover story.

I was rich in idea and not watching what was going on around me. I finally came back to seeing my fiddling female child, Dakota stuffing her face full of my cinnamon sugar popcorn. She was giggling at me being off in the distance while she pilfered my popcorn.

I pulled her into me and began to vellicate her. That made her squeal with laughter. It's always nice to see her smiling and jest. She's as tough as nails and anticipated my needs and wants like no one that I have ever encountered. Jill is the demand opposition. She is also tough as nails, but she is much more mensurable in her mode.

Once Dakota and I settled down and I quit tickling her, Donna put her head on my shoulder. I can tell that Donna needs some physical attention. I put my digit underneath her chin and break up her pass up to snog me. She ends up putting both coat of arms around my neck and kissing me for quite a while.

Donna stands up and takes me by the bridge player. She leads me past Jill, who is still cleaning her weapon and sitting pensively. Donna leads me down the hallway to my own bedchamber. She pulls me inside and keeps going dragging me to my bathroom. There she sheds her clothes and whole tone into the exhibitor. I just stood there looking at her beautiful body underneath the water. It was beautiful to watch the urine cascading down her body, over her wonderful breasts, down her flat stomach, and into the valley of delight known as her pussy.

She turns and bidding me with that one finger that women use to marshal you silently. I kick off my shoes, shed my wearing apparel and step into the cascade with her. She comes over to me and puts her arms around my neck and tear me into her, tightly. We had terrific passionate sex for nearly an hour in the shower. When we finally finished, we took sentence drying each early off. It has been a while since I have played with Donna. She is a very know woman, who is a animal animal. When we are done drying each other off, she wraps a towel around her and leaves the sleeping room. I, as usual, put a distich of shorts on and my usual white tee shirt. I sat on the sleep bed for a few minutes thinking about the events of the day and how it affected everyone. Saint John the Apostle and Donna are all amped up. Jill pensively cleaning her weapon. Dakota trying to be her dizzy self. The CG boys, may ingest done the best thing of all, go have gracious sweaty sex with their porno virtuoso lady friend and Belinda.

My idea again thinks about Aurora. How did they get to her ? Did they just come to the door and onslaught when she opened it ? Did we defeat the person or person who murdered Aurora ? Are there more out there hiding ? Should I continue to worry about something happening to one of the planetary house phallus ? The questions swirl around in my head.

I head back out to the kitchen as I feel a bit thirsty once again. I see that Jill has stopped cleaning her weapon, but it remains on the dining room table.

"Hey Darling River, can I put this in the gun rubber for you ?"I ask her. She nods yes and I take the gun and go to the gun condom and put it inside on one of the two shelves. I feel a bit prosperous about putting the gun in the safe.

Again, as I go back into the kitchen, three grueling cat come to the gate once again. They ring the doorbell. I answer,"Hello,"I say.

"We're here to deliver something to a Mr. David Greene, but we need to have him signalize for it. Please send him out here,"the man with an obviously Russian accent mark says into our logic gate speaker.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Greene is not usable right now. Please feel free to bequeath the bundle at the logic gate and someone will come out to get it,"I say into the speaker.

"When will Mr. Henry Graham Greene be available as this is the moment time, we have attempted to deliver this package,"the Russian sounding man said.

Like I said a few arcminute ago, Mr. Greene is very busy. If you want to leave him the package, then fine we'll come out to get it. Otherwise, you'll have to accept one of his assistants to signalize for the package,"I tell the man.

I get no reception, but on the security department tv camera, I see him shrug his shoulder joint with mortal else taking the box from the man that spoke. They walk back down the service road. Apparently, they must have used Google maps to ascertain that we have a service road leading to the front gate.

I texted Fernandez that we were visited by our Russian friends again. I made a DVD for whoever will get to pick it up. Making the DVDs made me think about Patrick, see what we saw may stool him not want to go on the date with Longmire. I decided to shout out Patrick.

"Hey, Patrick. It's Jacques Louis David Greene. I just wanted to anticipate you and gibe on how you're doing ?"

"Um, I guess I'm doing OK. I had to put an ad in the newspaper for a replacement for Aurora. I mean, she was an unbelievable botheration in the ass, but when she turned on the charm, she could catch the socks right off you, but you already know that. You and she dated for a while. May I ask how long you dated and how long ago ?"Patrick asks.

"Well, we dated various years ago, before I married my showtime wife. rummy matter, we only dated about a month or two, we were magical in bed, but we were oil and weewee living together. She and I didn't mix outside of the bedroom,"I tell him.

"I can read that. We dated for about 5 hebdomad. I couldn't take her always complaining about how many hours I work. I mean, I own this business and I certainly don't want it to die because I'm whoring around,"Patrick tells me.

"St. Patrick, are we still on for tomorrow night ? I hope we are because I think the lady, I'm introducing you to will put a grinning on your look. She understands long hours as she probably works somewhere between 60-75 minute a week, sound comrade ?"I ask.

"Yeah, it variety of speech sound like we are variation of each other. What does she do for a animation that she works so many 60 minutes ? Does she own her own business as well ?"Patrick asks.

"Nope, she's in law enforcement. Hey, I just thought, you don't have a criminal record, do you ?"I say laughing a bit.

"No, no condemnable record. Law enforcement you say ? That's interesting,"he says.

"fountainhead, I wouldn't want you to be arrested on your first confluence of her,"I say to him still laughing a bit.

"Hey, I need your address. I'm sending a car to nibble you up. After what we just went through, I don't want you to have to occupy about taking yourself to dinner. Since I own a limo company, just let me send a car to pick you up. Sound trade good ?"I ask.

"Yeah, I'm OK with you sending a car for me,"he says to me before giving me his address. I notice that the address is in a courteous parting of LA. It 's not Beverly pitcher's mound, but still a nice office of LA. Now, I must convince Longmire to give way me her home address for this to work. In my headway, I thought about how today went and maybe, just maybe Longmire will commit me enough to part with her menage address.

I hang up the phone from Patrick, now on to Heidi Longmire.

"hello Ms. Longmire, this is David Greene,"I say to her.

"Why hello Mr. Graham Greene, why are you calling ?"She asks.

"To get your address. I'm sending a car to pick you up tomorrow night. No backing out of our deal,"I say to her. I get an unusually long suspension before she finally agrees to chip in me her home address.

"Thank you, Heidi. I assume I have your permission to yell you Heidi when we're not talking employment ?"I say to her.

"Sure. I'm mulct with that. Tell me a bit more about this guy that I'm being introduced to tomorrow night, and of line, where are we going for dinner ?"She asks.

"wellspring, I decided on Longhorn chophouse. It's a very loosen atmosphere, plus I love their food. This guy you're going to be introduced to owns a place cleaning service. He's always working trying to make sure that his customer are taken care of properly. Like you, he is working all the meter. Maybe, if you two hit it off tomorrow night you can make a late-night particular date. But, that's up to you and him. Jill and I are only doing introductions and feeding both of you. Oh, and I don't want the not exhaust thing you women like to do when meeting someone. I expect you to eat a fixture meal,"I tell her.

We chat a few to a greater extent minutes before we say our bye. I feel better about the date still being on. Saint Patrick was the one that I thought would bail on the date after break of the day, but thankfully he didn't.

I asked Dakota to dial up Black Car limo and send a stretch limo to St. Patrick's address first, then to Heidi's. In my head, I was debating on just picking them up just the two of them, but then again, I didn't want the conversation to be turned to break of the day. I decided that the limo needs to occur here first to piece up Jill and me, then Patrick, and finally Heidi.

I saw Dakota still watching a movie on the couch in the TV room. In my head, if we Jill and I were going to the Hawk, then we would need to give about 3:00 pm to get home in time to shower and commute, then get into the limousine and head to their family. Of course, in my head, I wondered if we should pick up Heidi first and thus not showing her address to mortal she has not checked out. It just made to a greater extent sense to me to pick her up beginning then Patrick.

Jill was out in the TV room, but she was sitting in the reclining electric chair, not really participating with anyone. Sammy had brought a bowl of popcorn, but she only had a couple of bit out of it. She just set it down on the little side of meat table next to the chair.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up in the break of day, I found Jill snoring next to me and a small lilliputian fauna all snuggled up, ass first into me. I could differentiate just by the feel of the physical structure that it was Dakota.

I hugged her before I sat up and worked my way down to the foot of the bed to direct to the bathroom for my common morning time ritual. I decide that I need to shave, a nice shaving with my razor. The one that I will do tonight will be with my electric razor instead. I step into the shower and study a nice hot shower. Once again, being alone in the shower bath only takes a few bit to get everything clean, including my hair.

When I'm done, I turn off that wonderful hot water and footmark out of to dry off and get dressed. I decide that for tonight, it will be fit out morass and a short-sleeved wearing apparel shirt and dress shoes. However, right now I'm heading to the Hawk, for work.

As I picked my clothes out of the closet, I had to come alive Jill. I'm a bit worried about her. Hopefully, she has pondered what happened yesterday with the drug cartel. I have the parameter in my head as to why we should birth done what we did with the Feds. I don't want to have to occupy about Jill and how she is processing as accent often affects a baby during pregnancy.

I shook Jill gently and woke up a grumpy Jill. So far, it seemed as if the normal Jill was back as she hates being woke up. Dakota is easy, give her a slight shake and she pops her eyes open and gets her day going with a large cup of coffee bean.

Dakota bounds into the shower, as Jill was looking outfit over. One for oeuvre and one for tonight. I came over to her and kissed her. She smiled and put her arms around me and leaned in for a back kiss, which I gave her.

"goodness morning time darling,"Jill says to me. I was well-chosen to listen her say those words.

"Did you sleep well, my dear ?"I ask her.

"Oh yeah, once I had a nice chicken feed of wine. It settled me down before I came to bed. Of course, I saw Dakota all snuggled up into you sleeping peacefully so I wasn't going to heat you. We have the unit date that's not a escort affair, tonight don't we ?"She asks.

"You mean the launching dinner,"I tell her even though it could go horribly wrong."Yes, we have that tonight,"she smiles as I tell her that. She picks out a Nice pair of blue jean and a whiteness blouse along with a pair of low blackguard. For work, she chooses a nice skirt along with a colorful blouse. I just smile at what I see. When she hears the water turn off and Dakota coming into the bedroom, she gets up and forefront to the bathroom to get ready.

Dakota, with a towel wrapped around her beautiful little consistency, flips the back of the towel up to flash me her precious ass. I just smile. As she leaves the bedroom, I still haven't figured out what to get her for Christmas. The holiday is only about 10 days away and I need to spend some time going shopping, however, the two noblewoman that I love the most I have absolutely no idea what to get either of them.

I see several phone bang dangling on the dresser and another one on Jill's makeup table. I grab my headphone off the courser along with my wallet and keys and head out to the kitchen. I get there before Dakota, so I turn on the coffee pot.

John is already there eating a sports stadium of food grain. I see both Jennifer and Diane all dressed for employment. I have it in my judgment to check on Jennifer's progress in solving some of the issues that we had discussed a few day ago.

Paula comes out, looking ravishing and kisses me on the impudence, pours herself a cup of coffee and oral sex to cultivate. Donna comes out, also looking stunning. She gives me a passionate buss, probably from our lovemaking session yesterday in the shower. She had a couple on slices of toast with a fried hard egg between them. I was just sitting at the kitchen mesa just admiring her beautiful body.

She poured me a glass of my pineapple plant juice and put it in front of me. I watched her eat the fried egg sandwich and drink a cup of coffee. When she was done, she tossed her newspaper publisher plate into the codswallop, kissed me again and headed out.

I see that I missed a call from agent Longmire. I decided that it was too early to phone her back, so I set an alarm on my phone to remind me to call her in a short while.

Dakota finally came out to the kitchen, and as expected she went right for the coffee pot. She checked my glass to make certain I had some juice in it. She smiled and sat at a death chair by me.

Jill came out just a few minutes later and boy does she look amazing. I don't know what it was this morning, but all the peeress looked wonderful as they headed out to work. I ask Jill if she will drive us to the mortarboard, as we are going to be leaving early, probably around 3, so she has enough metre to get ready. I also asked Dakota if she ordered up a limo for tonight, she said she had but that Fred took over and will now be the number one wood for tonight's dinner. Dakota had already given Fred the addresses for both Patrick and Heidi.

I was happy to discover everything was all set up. What concerned me was the phone call option from Longmire that might deepen things.

I decide that I have waited long enough and dial her up. I noticed that I'm calling her FBI speech sound and not her personal speech sound, which in my head was a good sign.

"Good Morning broker Longmire. I see that I missed a song from you death night, Is everything alright ?"I ask.

"Yeah, everything is delicately. I just wanted to get your schedule today so I can impart you your laptop computer and your wife's towboat. We installed two programs to keep any boost nasty emails from appearing in your email box. We have also added a program that will move any bad emails to a personal file in which it will be sent to our IT squad who will destroy,"she says to me. I smile now knowing that she isn't trying to bail from the introduction dinner.

"My schedule is that both Jill and I will be at the Hawk building downtown and will be leaving there about 3 pm to follow home and get cook for an introduction dinner with two people whom I think will be a good fit for each former,"I say to her.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way. It's nice to screw someone is looking out for me,"she says with a bit of a chuckle. I tell her that we will be seeing her about 5-ish and await to see a limo show up at her front threshold. She tries to object politely, but I won't hear of it and just tell her to be ready. She assures me that she will be waiting.

Jill takes me by the hand, and we head to her car in the garage. Dakota has BJ and Danni in her vehicle. Sharon rides with John and Diane. Donna takes her own car to the shout heart and soul.

I don't know why, but Amy came popping into my head. I dialed her up and claver with her asking if everything was going OK. She told me that everything was just amercement. I smiled and ended the conversation.

"deary, are you set for tonight ?"I ask Jill.

"Well, sort of. I certainly could use the Night to still be working on the stock project, but I guess one dark won't be all that bad, plus you picked a good restaurant, right ?"She asks.

"I picked Longhorn,"I tell her.

"What time will the limo come to the house to get us ?"Jill asks.

"I would approximate about 4. Fred will be driving,"I tell her. She smiles. I'm guessing that she is glad to see Fred do some of our driving once again.

As usual, when we get to the Hawk, we park on the secondment floor and shoot the crossover to the tower. Once inside the tower, the security measures guard tells us dependable morning as we wait for the elevator. When the threshold opened, I felt Jill's hand liquidity crisis my ass even though there are about a XII people on the elevator.

I just smile, not making a scene. It was just Jill's way of teasing me. We ride the lift to the top. When the doorway open, I see broker Longmire standing there with two reckoner. I walked over and picked up my laptop as I was thankful to see that piece of equipment come back into my lifespan. Jill took the other reckoner, the column and carried it to her desk. I thanked agent Longmire and told her that I look forward to seeing her tonight, she said she was a bit unquiet about meeting this guy. I told her not to worry, if all goes nicely, then she will maybe have mortal to jaw to who also works all the insane hours. I put my laptop computer in my backpack pulling out the two DVDs that I made for Longmire. I gave them to her before she stepped onto the elevator. From there I went to see Jennifer.

When I got to her desk, I pulled a chair from another desk over and sat next to her.

"wellspring, how goes the mini-projects that I gave you ?"I ask.

"We are making onward motion. The old ma'am who was cleaning privy has a company to look over now that is handling all the janitorial in the edifice for her. There is a new vendor who is pressing washing the Eagle so the outside will give the curb appeal that you are looking for to match up with other edifice in DC,"she tells me.

I'm happy that she is making strides at the various projects. I tell her that tomorrow Dakota and I will be heading to Seattle for a flying good turn around visit. I go into Jill's office where she and BJ are working hard. I kiss Jill, who is annoyed at me interrupting her.

"favourite, I just wanted to let you know that I'm taking a short trip to Seattle, I see outcome that need to be addressed. I may have another run to the Dallas market as there are still take with the entire eating house division there,"I tell her.

"volition these be on the Lapp misstep, or will you hail family first. I need to bed if my swain can come over,"she says grinning and giggling at me with her joke. I just grinning and let her know that it will be two trips and she should schedule him to build two sojourn. I know that she is working hard so I kiss her and leave the room. I decide not to kiss BJ, for no rattling reason other than I didn't want to

I look at the clock and see that it is already noontime. I call Dakota over and ask her to predict the local Jimmy John's and monastic order sandwiches for everyone on the storey. She takes her phone and her assistant's notebook computer to make the phone Call. When it was done, she tells me that the food will be here in about 35-40 minutes, which seems sane to me.

I decided that I should try out my laptop computer to see if the plan that the FBI put on the laptop will slow the system of rules down. Taking the figurer out of my backpack I open it and release it on. It boots aright up just like it normally does.

I log into the email portal and expression at the massive number of email that I have. 1755 emails. I guess not having my laptop allowed my email inbox to get clog. I started with the usual, looking for multiples of the same. I put them all together and highlighted the remaining one to be read later.

I scanned through the itemisation and saw no more Mexican Drug Cartel emails. In my nous, I was sure that we, along with the FBI have eliminated that intact grouping from their concealing place, much like roaches. I look at the TV blind on in the breakroom and see that the Mexican Drug Cartel shot is still in the new cycle. Although I shouldn't be surprised, with that many bad guy rope dying it will stay put in the tidings cycles/second for several says.

I spend time working my way through the emails. When the sandwiches arrive, my darling Dakota joins me in my authority. She ordered me a Meleagris gallopavo sandwich with lots of mayo and spear carrier tomatoes. To my surprise and delight, she ordered herself a vegetarian sandwich. She also ordered one for Diane as well. However, for Jill, she ordered their three-meat sub. It came with turkey, ham, and roast boeuf. For me, she ordered what I like the ham and Republic of Turkey, however, she knows that I like both extra mayo and spear carrier tomatoes.

I call several of the other employees into the larger group discussion room to sit and eat. I saw a couple of the great unwashed not joining in as they took their lunch out of the breakroom fridge and sat at their desk to eat. That really bothered me, I want everyone to love their lunchtime. Since Sharon is across the table from me, I let her bang that no one should be working during their lunch hour. She tells me that she will manage that and goes back to eating her sub.

Jill never left her conference elbow room ; however, she did send BJ out to fall in us in the big group discussion room. The senior lady, pathos replaced Danni at the figurehead desk. I was very glad to see that happen.

I'm looking forward to the introduction dinner tonight, but having Fred carry us around made me feel good. I whispered in Dakota's ear to dial up the jet as she and I are taking a trip to Seattle tomorrow. She tells me that after luncheon that will be taken care of, which made me smile.

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