Chapter Four : In between times

Monday

The alarm rang and Sally woke up, turned it off as veneration seemed to wash over her and for a second she was not sure why ; then it all came back to her, the violation, and the stranger every detail of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the alarm, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he screw what time to set it for ?

Her thoughts were all jumbled as she got up, trying to work out out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a robot in automatonlike mode, she went to the kitchen to start the coffee then went into the bathroom to take a long shower bath. She used this clip to think, first of all she just wanted to lay down this all go away, wanted it to be a bad aspiration. That was not potential it was real, there were aches and nuisance all over her body that told her in fact it was very material. The hot piddle flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the bull of class. Why wouldn't she ? He had to take in left a bunch of fingerprints. She thought about his terror to watch out her every move. She contemplated calling out from work but in the two years she had been there she had never called out, and she was not sure she wanted to be in her apartment all day anyway. Sally lingered in the shower bath a bit longer letting it bring around the sore region of her consistency and provide a much needed consolation for her thinker. She finished and dried off and put on some loose comfortable house dress, and walked into the kitchen, made her coffee and toast. Setting it down on the table she went looking for her laptop computer, microphone had kept it from her this weekend but when she went in her way, there it was on her dresser. She brought it back to the board with her and set it down.

As she went to sit down her eye noticed something in the window sill that made her await up, then her whole trunk went soaked, it was a sorry clove pink in a vase on the windowsill with a billet attached. It seemed as if he was here in the room and not just a symbolisation of him. She felt off correspondence yet again, frightened. After a taking sometime she shook her head, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just ignore the note, not study it. Ah but what would that accomplish ?

quip sat down in her president and just looked at the note, a part of her knew she was going to interpret it but her paladin side of meat wanted her to just trash it all. She opened the estimator and looked for the cheeseparing police force place as well as the penny-pinching to her piece of work, she would not give him the expiation of reading his stupid note ! She found the information and typed it into her phone. The whole time she had been sipping her umber, and struggling to not front at the note of hand as if making eye contact with the flower was giving in to the man himself. In sentence, she gave up, she was odd after all ! She picked it up and took a deeply breath, turning the preeminence over and reading what was written in a photographic print that was very much like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

quip, my love. Do not go to the cops, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would make our next skirmish that much more arduous
than I intend it to be. You are just as lovely as I imagined and it has been a
joy to get to know you. remember I will be back, and whenever you see
a unity blue gillyflower you will know that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

sallying forth sat and stared at the annotation shaking. Next encounter ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cops ? She should, of course. Pretending in a way that today was a normal day with just a modest errand to run She got ready for work, walked to the bus period, got on the bus, and got to function. She shoved the weekend out of her mind, but still had a gruelling time focusing on the task in front of her if anyone had asked her how farsighted it took or what she was wearing, she would not have been able-bodied to tell them or carry on her end of any conversation beyond one Scripture result. Luck for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If Sally had known he was watching her through binoculars the whole sunup she would have been even more faze. He had a panorama of her bedroom and the keep room, the kitchen was out of his assembly line of heap however, so it was a safe thing she spent a minimal amount of time in it. He had watched her wake up and register the deficiency of simpleness, had seen her case when she had seen the carnation he had left for her. He had watched as curio and repulsion fought with each other over what to do with the peak. The looks, the pointed ignoring of the object by being busy on her data processor, the glances of pursuit, until finally the desire to know outweighed the horrific author and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to show it. It was a gauge for him to see if she was more submissive or more than stubborn. A obstinate women would have just tossed it, in that case he would either give birth to step up training or vacate it all together, but no she had chosen to study his give-and-take, to see what he had to say and while she may hate him, be scared of him, she was teachable.

He followed in his car behind her checking each diaphragm along the way to be for sure she did not get off and go to the cops before oeuvre. He was pretty sure once at work she would outride till closing, but he wanted to be sure she would wait till evening. He watched her enter the construction from a close by parking stain and then push back off to his place to get to his business.

She was almost to forge when she stopped took some trench breathing spell and tried to coach herself on acting normal. There was no one at work she was close enough with to plowshare this with. There was no one she was penny-pinching to now that she thought about it. She had a random thought wondering why she locked her presence doorway if this stranger can still get in what difference does her locking it make. She shook her head steadied herself and proceeded the short distance to work. Determined to be convention she looked at the receptionist.

"Hi,"and stopped mid-sentence, there it was ; on Laura's response desk mocking her, a blue carnation in a vase
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"Sally ?"

"Umm Yeah sorry, Hi Laura, hey where did the flower semen from ?"

"I don't know, it just showed up with instructions that it was to go on the receptionist's desk for someone peculiar. Weird Huh ?"

"Yeah, weird."

"wisecrack you okay ? You look like you had a rough weekend."

"Oh I am very well, just did too a good deal and did not get adequate nap. I will be expert tomorrow I promise."Sally smiled and walked off to her kiosk, not sure but felt like she must be 3 shades paler than convention. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the twenty-four hour period tasks. She had a desk job working for the state which was neither glamorous nor horrible. It was a job, stabilize, with benefits and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty a great deal left alone, except for the paperwork being pushed from one sectionalization and back and everything have to be in triplicate, the job was perfect for her.

Once at her desk her thoughts flittered back to the flower, she absently turned her computer on checked her emails, but she could not stop thinking : He knew where she worked and where she lived. He had said he would be watching her. Didn't he have a job ? Why was he bothering her ? The phone on her desk rang breaking her out of her funk and forcing her to put on a pollyannaish side and see what the individual on the early end wanted. The break of day was spent on the various tasks and the required small-scale lecture around the office, a card was signed for a sick colleague she barely knew, pathetic affair had cancer. All the while her nous flittered back to what action if any she was going to adopt. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the copper seemed so annoying. Then to have to put run-in to everything that happened was not the most appealing thought at the moment.

She had dejeuner delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her book, but she had other things on her nous. Working it out she thought what would she tell a friend if they were in this place and came for advice ? Why she would assert they got to the cops and would aim them there. This was no unlike. She had decided, she had to go to the cops after study, she could not live like this. She checked her headphone to reassure herself that she had the entropy and decided she would go to the one closest to her house. She told the level in her head, and even wrote down a few key period she wanted to be sure to get over. She hated the thought of having to excuse what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

While sallying forth worked mike arranged his day and week, first he called the dry cleaner and arranged to see them at quip's apartment at 1pm to pick the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, curtains, couch, beauty everything and in two hours. They were sending 4 people maybe more he was paying well.

His instant society of business organisation was to get information for this week's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure chat, and typed :

"Do you have the info requested ?"

He waited a bit, he knew the receptionist saw it right away and would then contact the someone he needed to confab with and that usually took a few minutes soon the response came back.

"Yes, This is a job for a man named Cyrus, you may call back him you brought his first married woman here for education."

"Vaguly, Irani rightfield ?"

"Yeah, he trusts you and wants you to impart his s married woman with the intellect that this is a bodyguard particular as well as bringing us the girl."

"Why is the escort authoritative ? I need to be intimate what I am getting into. You know that means arming the pilot burner and crew right ?"

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the bodyguard position is this : Cyrus the Younger had a daughter who was married off and within a year his daughter died at the paw of her husband. Cyrus the Younger found out that the Lapplander man was arranging a man and wife within six calendar month of his daughter dying. He felt disrespected by such a short grieving period and that the man was unfit to be a husband. Cyrus the Younger found the family of the girl and offered a dear organization. He wanted to stay fresh her out of the hands of his quondam son in law. Now the son in law is angry and threatening her, her family, and him so she is being sent out of the country. She is fifteen and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

"So is she accommodative or will she try to convince me to let her take to the woods ?"

"Yes she is concerted, she knows she is coming to learn how to run a menage and entertain Edgar Albert Guest from different part as an effected stewardess as well as read and write Farsi and English, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will consume to have someone lookup her fountainhead. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be suspicious of you, but you handled his first gear wife who was not so agreeable at the time that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could enshroud anything under it. He had been in Arab countries enough to have sex the difference between the niqab and the burka although few Americans did, or bothered to. He texted the pilot and told him to get a female gang member that could mouth Farsi fluently, and that this would be a bodyguard as well as transfer job. It was the pilots job to get the crew and inform them. It was a rolling work party, but a flight like this call for four pilots and 8 crew appendage. 2 buffer and 4 gang members would be alert and working while the others rested at all times usually the shifts were 8-10 60 minutes depending on the trajectory metre. No one flew tired, tired meant error. Other than having two female crew member who could speak Farsi, the bunch would be picked from 20 citizenry who worked with microphone. If a crew had flown on the end pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a salary then extra every time they flew, more if it was a bodyguard situation as this was.

If the flight was leaving from San Francisco the institute would have taken fear of all the arrangements, but the crew that flew out of Colorado was his duty, paid for by the institute. Usually this bunch worked with him sometimes he loaned them out to other conveyance experts that were living nearby, but he liked having the same crew appendage rotated in and out and knowing who would be on control board.

"okey I will leave tonight hopefully by 10 shuffle sure the papers are in order at the airdrome, we will stay put the mandatory 24 hours for rest and differentiate Cyrus I will pick up his wife Th 10am local time. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Th topical anaesthetic time and we will get a cab in unless you want person to clean her up."

"No a cab is fine.

"Okay then. See you in four days. I assume my pay will be in the bank in 24 hours."

"Of form, Mike we appreciate you consulting with us."

His consulting firm was on the up and up taxis wise. He was not sure what the law would say about his"Transport"business. He ensured the rubber and delivery of char from their guardians to The Institute. These women were all signed over to the institute by their families and/or Husbands for particular educational aim. Some of those were to learn how to dish up sexually and some were learn how to run a prominent household well so as to boost their marriage expectation. It was an etiquette schooltime on steroids. These girls every movement was orchestrated usually. Some husbands wanted junky and slovenly woman and sent their sec or tertiary wives here to become the home party favor. In addition there was an real very good private education part which again was prescribed and approved by the female's guardians.

The schooling for boy was across the city and he had done some guarding of male child being sent by their dominate partner to pick up how to serve them proficient. Usually his services were required because the overlord did not desire his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew home unaccompanied. The syndicate were of all races, but it did play him to the Middle east and Asiatic countries often.

mike was worried about his progress with Sally. What if she suddenly got the nerve to go to the fuzz and he was halfway around the world. Sigh it was a risk he would cause to take sort of. He called a flower shop and arranged for one blue carnation to be delivered to her every day at unlike times through Saturday at different places, her doorstop with no note no vase, outside the police station on the ground, even left at her bus stop, random places to make it come out he had his eye on her.

When it was metre he left to fulfill the dry cleaner at Sally's apartment, just in case she was successful in going to the pig he need it all cleaned he made sure the bed sheet were changed out with ones he had bought on the way and took all the bedding on the bed to a cleaner close by where she could pick them up. When he came back to supervise the dry cleaner and to add television camera to the theatre. His vantage point was good at his little apartment, but had blind position and he wanted to be able to moderate in on her while he was gone.

After that he made organization and waited for wisecrack to get off so he could follow and see what happened.
Sally had decided to go to the cops and when the work day was done, there was no more foretoken of blue bloom so she hopped on the bus resolute in her decisiveness. She had picked the station that was closest to a bus stop and also was the one closest to her house. Determined that this was the correct selection she got off and proceeded to walk the abruptly distance. She had convinced herself that he would receive no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no rationality. Once in the station the bull could take tending of this right field ? There were fingermark. There was grounds, this would work out.

She rounded the corner to the chief entering and started up the presence stairs, when she saw it. A one dingy gillyflower with a note taped to it. She stopped utterly in her cart track, No ! There was no way ! With shaky footfall she approached the carnation laying on the ground and picked it up and flipped it over to see the note. In the same handwriting it simply said :

Are you making a respectable decision, pet ?

sallying forth walked quickly back down the stairs with the carnation and musical note in hand. She was on the verge of bout, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her head was screaming. She leaned against the building and told herself to just breathe, she threw the carnation down on the ground. When she got herself under control she started to think, he could have left that this dawn, he knew where she lived, where the closest police force place was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the police could avail right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

Well there was only one way to find out so Sally got her brass up again and walked into the constabulary place and asked to speak with someone, preferably a female cop. They asked her to fulfill out forms, but she insisted on speaking to a noblewoman cop first. The first cop seemed bothered but went to see who was available. The threshold opened and quip glanced back taking in the bicycle messenger waking in. Her sum skipped a beat and her breathing time seemed to leave her when she saw, he was carrying a blue carnation. The courier rang the Alexander Melville Bell and waited with his paperwork setting the flower on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to breathe. He Knew ! Sally mustered her courage.

"That is a pretty flower."She pulled it closer to her and smelled it looking at the circuit card while she did so."The wheel courier was uninterested, but crack saw what she needed to. The handwriting. It was him.

"Can you sign delight, I am in a haste"

"Who is this to ?"

"The station"

"huh, that's squeamish"The cop said to no one in fussy, and looked up as the door chimed and saw crack walking out as fast as she could out the door. He shrugged and went back to doing whatever it was he had been doing.

sallying forth knew she was in trouble. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do ? Sally made her way menage not really registering the walk back to the bus block or the drive back to her apartment. She wondered if he was going to be there. When was he coming for her ? Sally looked at her spot logically and wondered what in reality she could do. If he was watching her, and he seemed to be, then moving was out of the doubt, he would just succeed her. Entering her apartment matter seemed different. She looked around and there was a blue carnation in the livelihood elbow room with a note.

crack, I took the liberty of having the office cleaned professionally. You may foot up your old mantle and sheets at the cleansing agent indicated on the reception tomorrow, in the lag I have provided new ones for tonight. Please do behave yourself between now and then.

sortie was too old-hat mentally from the unit ordeal to even be mad, she made dinner and went to bed early and done in by all that had transpired.

mike had in fact been watching the whole time. He saw sally exit the police station the first time then enter it again. The bicycle messenger had been sitting by his car waiting instructions and when she went in the minute time. microphone gave the motorcycle messenger the government note and flower and told him to get a signature and to put the vase down close to the girl with the menu facing her. He had wanted there to be no doubt in her mind who the heyday was from. He was disappointed his first message had not hit home plate, he thought that the commencement one would be enough. The messenger reported what had happened and got paid for his time and a nice tip, microphone was relieved she had not talked to the bull, even though he had taken care of the possibility. It was disappointing to him that the messenger was needed at all. He was not surprised, just determined that the example he taught would be learned. He needed to tell on for his future visit and plan it out. He had planned on stretching the grooming out, but he thought maybe he needed to race up his plans.

Today was Monday, pick up was on Th, and they needed 24 60 minutes between landing and flying again so they would give Tonight, fly into wed., eternal rest, pick up cargo Thursday, fly home, deliver lading, home, nap. Depending on how tired he was on Sat he may seem in on her without her knowledge. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a month off to expend with Sally. They had other Department of Transportation experts, but he had a certain reputation with the more hard 1, they always came into the institute meek and quiet after 24 hours with Mike. It made the Institute's job easier.

The flight over was uneventful, and microphone checked on Sally through the television camera he had set up. There were several times he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough clock time for that. Traveling had become a task, it could be exhausting, but he did like the different modus vivendi. During his arrest he went and walked around taking in some local anaesthetic sites, but mostly kip and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the appointed clock time a Mercedes drove into the hanger with. Mike wondered absently if it was bullet proof which seemed to be the new thing with this year of client. The number one wood got out and opened the doorway behind his and the customer emerged. As he walked toward Mike the driver was going around to the former side. The husband seemed protective of his boot seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between Mike's stemma of sight and the youthful bang he had yet to see.

"Hello, I am Badi ,. I am grateful you will be accompanying my lovely wife. I do ask that you please be careful. The man who wanted her, is very angry, I do not know what he will do."

"We will do our best to keep on her safe, and bring her back to you an educated and all-around woman."

"Yes of course of instruction, she will not cause any job but there is one thing."

"What is that ?"microphone was getting mentally set up, the ones who told him it would be easy, their women were cooperative always caused misgiving with Mike, if they were so good, then why ask for him, why use the Institute at all ?

"She is scared of men. She is very shy. Please be aware of that. I have talked to her she understands that she is going to get an education, and there will not be any sex boulder clay she comes abode, but she is still leery. Any sudden touching and she will probably cry."

"Ah thanks for the heads up. She will be fine. microphone motioned over the female crew member who was also Irani. He had her wait for his signal by the plane as business was done by the males first then the females came when called.

"Shiva here will be with your young Brigid, she will search her, and when we board it will be her and Azar who will tend to her. Both little girl are Persian, and know Farsi, and have been trained at the institute so they will be able to answer questions."

Badi seemed please at this extra arrangement, there was a reason he asked for Mike, he had heard tarradiddle of the other transporters, mike was all business. He waved his hand without turning around. Quickly the child and the driver appeared at his English.

"Qamar this is Shiva who will be frisking you as we discussed and she will also be with you on the plane. The man is microphone he is the escort who will go with you to the institute."

Switching to English Badi then turned to Mike"Mike, Shiva this is my bride please be measured with her."He patted the miss's head a great deal like a founding father would and gently pushed her toward Shiva.

The women introduced herself to both in their words and took the hand of the little girl. The two went off to the side and Varisha checked her for weapons then they boarded the plane. mike hung back with the hubby to grant the madam time to get settled and to respond any last-place bit head. After so long were said Badi singled the number one wood. Swiftly the threshold to the gage buns opened and Badi climbed in.

On the plane Mike let Qamar sit in a different section of the carpenter's plane so he did not make her so nervous, she seemed set to run out if he looked at her, so he wanted her to relax. He left monastic order that only female members of the crew were to set about her and to relieve oneself certain she slept, slipping her a drug if necessary.

She was obviously high strung. As it turned out once Mike left her alone and all the men disappeared she seemed to relax and even talk to the charwoman a bit, soon drifting off to sleep. Again he checked on Sally when the time changes were correct and she had not really done anything since Monday. He knew her clove pink were getting to her, because he would see them in the trash that was good she had to be thinking about him then.

The flight was shine and getting through airport surety was easy since everything had been sent on ahead and checked so they just verified the ID's and processed the passports. In the cab on the way to The Institute Qamar was uneasy, but not obnoxious. microphone wanted to calm her push down, but figured there was not much he could do being a male, and given her fosterage so he left her alone and the misstep from the airport was very quiet down. He texted the Institute to let them be intimate they were on their way.

Once inside the instructor came out and took Qumar to her new room, which was bound to be very sybaritic given her house and microphone sought out an teacher friend.

The teacher had a separate annexe when they were off duty so mike went to his way first, and was in luck.

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey Mike ! You on a delivery ?"

"Yeah just dropped her off. How's the life ?"

"Hey I get paid for being a illegitimate and piece of tail char, it's a proficient life."Oren laughed

mike smiled It was a life he had enjoyed once and the pay was not bad as he recalled, although he got paid a lot Thomas More as a consultant/body guard.

"I got a projection coming up, a customs duty job for me. I just taught her some fundamental principle, but she needs more clip. Besides her basement suite is not done being built yet."

"Oh, Mike, you got ta let me in on this !"

"Maybe you can come watch her sometime once she is at my house while I am on a job, but Oren, no ghost, just look, If I let you."

"Man microphone we used to share them all."

"Yeah call me sentimental."

"I need to not be disturbed next weekend is that possible ? I was going to wait another week, but she did not behave."

"Why not direct her here ? We can get her obedient in no time while your cellar is being built."

"Oren, I like the mind plot I like watching them struggle with their new reality and coming to terms with it in one defeat after another, that I am their new globe. I want my own special touch, my ally and I don't want anyone else touching her public treasury I say."

"Poor young woman, your jot is rough."

"Ah she will be hone once I get her under control."

"I have a girl that could use your singular natural endowment on the unwilling if you want to get off."

"Not this time, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to fit myself with some new objective I saw in the store and then hop a plane home, I got ta check on my project. ``

"All right, well maybe next time."Oren missed training lady friend with mike. They made a dear tag squad.

mike spent time at the computer memory going over the severity of Sally's proceedings and picking out just the decent method acting of punishment. By the clock time he was done he was excited about the next weekend with his project.

On the flight domicile he thought of wisecrack and all the new thing he and bought to try out on her.

Once at his base of mental process, microphone slept, checked on crack, she was asleep, but her bedroom lighter was on….nightmares perhaps ? mike knew that was probably dependable, but wished there was another way to get inside a person's nous. They seemed to always ingest incubus. On the way from the airdrome he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few carnations here and there in the apartment just to draw sure she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a time for atonement. He was going to teach her who was in armorial bearing on Friday. mike went shopping for food and other odds and ends to make certain he was ready .