Chapter Four : In between times

Monday

The alarm clock rang and Sally woke up, turned it off as concern seemed to wash over her and for a second she was not certain why ; then it all came back to her, the infringement, and the stranger every detail of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the warning signal, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he know what prison term to set it for ?

Her thought were all jumbled as she got up, trying to figure out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a robot in automatic mode, she went to the kitchen to start the coffee then went into the bath to take a long shower. She used this clip to cogitate, first of all she just wanted to realise this all go away, wanted it to be a bad ambition. That was not potential it was real, there were aches and pains all over her body that told her in fact it was very real. The hot water flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the copper of class. Why wouldn't she ? He had to birth left a clustering of fingerprints. She thought about his threats to watch her every move. She contemplated calling out from work but in the two eld 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 a bit longer letting it heal the sore parts of her body and allow a much needed solacement for her mind. She finished and dried off and put on some wanton comfy theatre dress, and walked into the kitchen, made her coffee and pledge. Setting it down on the table she went looking for her laptop, mike had kept it from her this weekend but when she went in her elbow room, there it was on her dresser. She brought it back to the tabular array with her and set it down.

As she went to sit down her eye noticed something in the windowpane sill that made her look up, then her whole physical structure went fuddled, it was a blue Dianthus caryophyllus in a vase on the windowsill with a bill attached. It seemed as if he was here in the room and not just a symbolization of him. She felt off proportion yet again, frightened. After a taking quondam she shook her promontory, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just snub the note, not interpret it. Ah but what would that accomplish ?

wisecrack sat down in her chair and just looked at the note, a part of her knew she was going to read it but her fighter side wanted her to just trash it all. She opened the estimator and looked for the nearest police post as well as the near to her work, she would not give him the satisfaction of reading his stupid annotation ! She found the info and typed it into her phone. The whole time she had been sipping her coffee, and struggling to not take care at the note as if making eye striking with the flower was giving in to the man himself. In time, she gave up, she was curious after all ! She picked it up and took a deep breathing spell, turning the note over and reading what was written in a mark 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 lovemaking. Do not go to the bull, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would progress to our future encounter that much more strenuous
than I intend it to be. You are just as lovely as I imagined and it has been a
joy to get to get it on you. remember I will be back, and whenever you see
a single amobarbital sodium Dianthus caryophyllus you will have intercourse that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

sally sat and stared at the note shaking. Next confrontation ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the bull ? She should, of track. Pretending in a way that today was a convention day with just a pocket-size errand to run She got set up for oeuvre, walked to the bus stay, got on the bus, and got to work. She shoved the weekend out of her mind, but still had a hard fourth dimension focusing on the chore in presence of her if anyone had asked her how hanker it took or what she was wearing, she would not have been able to assure them or conduct on her end of any conversation beyond one word resolution. Luck for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If Sally had known he was watching her through field glasses the altogether aurora she would cause been even more faze. He had a view of her bedroom and the keep elbow room, the kitchen was out of his bloodline of vision however, so it was a just affair she spent a minimal measure of clip in it. He had watched her wake up and record the lack of simplicity, had seen her face when she had seen the carnation he had left for her. He had watched as curiosity and repulsion fought with each other over what to do with the flower. The expression, the pointed ignoring of the object by being busy on her data processor, the glances of pastime, until finally the desire to jazz outweighed the hideous author and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to read it. It was a bore for him to see if she was more slavish or more stubborn. A stubborn charwoman would have just tossed it, in that case he would either have to step up training or forsake it all together, but no she had chosen to read his words, 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 occlusion along the way to be sure as shooting she did not get off and go to the cops before piece of work. He was pretty trusted once at body of work she would stay till end, but he wanted to be sure she would hold back trough evening. He watched her enter the building from a close by parking spot and then drove off to his home to get to his business organization.

She was almost to figure out when she stopped took some deep breaths and tried to train herself on acting normal. There was no one at work she was closelipped enough with to share this with. There was no one she was nigh to now that she thought about it. She had a random thought wondering why she locked her front door if this stranger can still get in what difference does her locking it make. She shook her top dog steadied herself and proceeded the short-circuit length to work. Determined to be normal she looked at the receptionist.

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

"Umm Yeah sorry, Hi Laura, hey where did the bloom ejaculate from ?"

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

"Yeah, weird."

"Sally you okay ? You look like you had a harsh weekend."

"Oh I am fine, just did too much and did not get plenty sleep. I will be full tomorrow I promise."sally smiled and walked off to her cubicle, not for certain but felt like she must be 3 wraith paler than convention. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the days tasks. She had a desk job working for the state which was neither glamorous nor horrible. It was a job, stabilise, with benefits and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty very much left alone, except for the paperwork being pushed from one division and back and everything have to be in triplicate, the job was perfect for her.

Once at her desk her thought process flittered back to the flush, she absently turned her computer on checked her e-mail, but she could not stop intellection : 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 cheerful face and see what the someone on the early end wanted. The morning was spent on the various project and the required small public lecture around the office, a bill of fare was signed for a ghastly co-worker she barely knew, poor people thing had cancer. All the while her mind flittered back to what action if any she was going to call for. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the cops seemed so bothersome. Then to have to put Word to everything that happened was not the most likeable thought process at the moment.

She had lunch delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her record book, but she had former affair on her thinker. Working it out she thought what would she tell a friend if they were in this site and came for advice ? Why she would assert they got to the cops and would drive them there. This was no different. She had decided, she had to go to the cops after piece of work, she could not live like this. She checked her speech sound to assure herself that she had the information and decided she would go to the one closest to her house. She told the story in her head, and even wrote down a few key points she wanted to be sure to cover. She hated the opinion of having to explain what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

While sallying forth worked mike arranged his day and week, first he called the cleansing agent and arranged to meet them at wisecrack's flat at 1pm to clean the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, curtains, couch, dishes everything and in two hours. They were sending 4 people maybe more he was paying well.

His second order of business was to get entropy for this week's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure chat, and typed :

"Do you have the information requested ?"

He waited a bit, he knew the receptionist saw it right away and would then reach the person he needed to chatter with and that usually took a few minutes soon the reply came back.

"Yes, This is a job for a man named Cyrus, you may remember him you brought his first-class honours degree wife here for education."

"Vaguly, Persian rightfield ?"

"Yeah, he trusts you and wants you to work his 2nd wife with the understanding that this is a bodyguard contingent as well as bringing us the girl."

"Why is the bodyguard crucial ? I need to love what I am getting into. You know that means arming the pilots and crew right ?"

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the escort position is this : Cyrus had a daughter who was married off and within a year his girl died at the hands of her hubby. Cyrus the Younger found out that the same man was arranging a marriage within six month of his girl dying. He felt disrespected by such a forgetful grieving menstruation and that the man was unfit to be a husband. Cyrus found the category of the girl and offered a in force arrangement. He wanted to keep her out of the bridge player of his former son in law. Now the son in law is raging and threatening her, her household, 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 break away ?"

"Yes she is cooperative, she knows she is coming to learn how to run a menage and entertain guests from different region as an completed air hostess as well as read and write Farsi and English language, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will have to have individual lookup her well. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be mistrustful of you, but you handled his beginning wife who was not so agreeable at the meter that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could obscure anything under it. He had been in Arab countries enough to know the difference between the niqab and the burka although few American language did, or bothered to. He texted the pilot and told him to get a distaff crew fellow member that could speak Farsi fluently, and that this would be a bodyguard as well as transportation job. It was the pilot job to get the bunch and inform them. It was a rolling crew, but a flight like this postulate four pilots and 8 crew fellow member. 2 pilot film and 4 work party members would be come alive and working while the others rested at all times usually the switch were 8-10 hours depending on the flight of stairs time. No one flew tired, wear meant mistake. other than having two female gang member who could speak Farsi, the crew would be picked from 20 people who worked with mike. If a crew had flown on the last pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a salary then surplus every sentence they flew, more if it was a bodyguard state of affairs as this was.

If the flight was leaving from San Francisco the institute would have taken charge of all the arrangements, but the crew that flew out of Colorado River was his duty, paid for by the institute. Usually this crew worked with him sometimes he loaned them out to early transportation experts that were living nearby, but he liked having the Saami crew fellow member rotated in and out and knowing who would be on instrument panel.

"okey I will leave tonight hopefully by 10 make sure enough the report are in order at the drome, we will rest the necessitate 24 hours for rest and tell Cyrus I will pick up his wife Thursday 10am topical anesthetic prison term. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Th local anesthetic sentence and we will impart a cab in unless you want someone to plunk her up."

"No a cab is fine.

"okey then. See you in four daytime. I assume my pay will be in the depository financial institution in 24 hours."

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

His consulting firm was on the up and up taxes wise. He was not sure what the law would say about his"exaltation"business enterprise. He ensured the safety and rescue of womanhood from their protector to The Institute. These fair sex were all signed over to the institute by their family unit and/or Husbands for specific educational purposes. Some of those were to learn how to serve sexually and some were taught how to run a prominent menage well so as to further their spousal relationship prospects. It was an etiquette shoal on sex hormone. These girls every campaign was orchestrated usually. Some hubby wanted freaks and slovenly woman and sent their second or third wife here to become the household party favor. In plus there was an actual very adept private education element which again was prescribed and approved by the female's guardians.

The school for boys was across the metropolis and he had done some guarding of boys being sent by their dominate partner to con how to wait on them better. Usually his table service were required because the Master did not intrust his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew home unaccompanied. The mob were of all raceway, but it did take him to the middle East and Asian countries often.

microphone was worried about his forward motion with quip. What if she suddenly got the heart to go to the cops and he was halfway around the domain. suspire it was a risk he would bear to take sort of. He called a flower shop and arranged for one blue carnation to be delivered to her every day at different prison term through Saturday at dissimilar places, her doorstop with no Federal Reserve note no vase, outside the constabulary station on the earth, even left at her bus hitch, random places to make it seem he had his eye on her.

When it was metre he left to encounter the dry cleaners at Sally's apartment, just in case she was successful in going to the cops 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 cleaners close by where she could pick them up. When he came back to superintend the dry cleaner and to add photographic camera to the sign. His advantage point was skilful at his picayune apartment, but had blind spots and he wanted to be able to check in on her while he was gone.

After that he made arrangements and waited for Sally to get off so he could travel along and see what happened.
Sally had decided to go to the cops and when the work day was done, there was no more sign of blueing flush so she hopped on the bus resolute in her decision. 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 adjust alternative she got off and proceeded to walk the inadequate distance. She had convinced herself that he would have no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no reason. Once in the place the fuzz could involve care of this right ? There were fingerprint. There was grounds, this would work out.

She rounded the box to the main entrance and started up the front steps, when she saw it. A one drab carnation with a note taped to it. She stopped abruptly in her rail, No ! There was no way ! With precarious steps she approached the carnation laying on the dry land and picked it up and flipped it over to see the note. In the Lapplander script it simply said :

Are you making a soundly decision, pet ?

sally walked quickly back down the step with the carnation and notation in paw. She was on the verge of tears, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her head was screaming. She leaned against the building and told herself to just breathe, she threw the clove pink down on the primer coat. When she got herself under control she started to suppose, he could have left that this morning, he knew where she lived, where the skinny police force station was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the police could help right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

fountainhead there was only one way to notice out so Sally got her nerve up again and walked into the police station and asked to utter with person, preferably a distaff cop. They asked her to fill out pattern, but she insisted on speech production to a lady cop first. The first cop seemed bothered but went to see who was uncommitted. The door opened and quip glanced back taking in the bike messenger waking in. Her tenderness skipped a beat and her breath seemed to leave her when she saw, he was carrying a blue carnation. The messenger rang the bell and waited with his paperwork setting the peak 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 plug-in while she did so."The bike messenger was uninterested, but sallying forth saw what she needed to. The handwriting. It was him.

"Can you sign please, I am in a hurry"

"Who is this to ?"

"The post"

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

Sally knew she was in difficulty. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do ? Sally made her way home not really registering the walk back to the bus stoppage or the ride back to her apartment. She wondered if he was going to be there. When was he coming for her ? Sally looked at her situation 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 query, he would just pursue her. Entering her apartment thing seemed different. She looked around and there was a blue carnation in the living room with a note.

Sally, I took the impropriety of having the situation cleaned professionally. You may pick up your old blanket and sheets at the cleaner indicated on the receipt tomorrow, in the meantime I have provided new ones for tonight. Please do behave yourself between now and then.

Sally was too tired mentally from the unharmed ordeal to even be mad, she made dinner and went to bed early and done in by all that had transpired.

microphone had in fact been watching the whole clip. He saw wisecrack exit the law post the inaugural time then accede it again. The bike messenger had been sitting by his car waiting instructions and when she went in the second base fourth dimension. Mike gave the bike messenger the note and flower and told him to get a signature and to put the vase down close to the girl with the visiting card facing her. He had wanted there to be no doubt in her head who the heyday was from. He was disappointed his showtime message had not hit nursing home, he thought that the first one would be enough. The messenger reported what had happened and got paid for his metre and a nice tip, mike was relieved she had not talked to the pig, even though he had taken care of the theory. It was disappointing to him that the courier was needed at all. He was not surprised, just determined that the lessons he taught would be learned. He needed to give away for his next visit and plan it out. He had planned on stretching the preparation out, but he thought maybe he needed to hotfoot up his plans.

Today was Monday, pick up was on Thursday, and they needed 24 hours between landing and flying again so they would leave Tonight, fly into wed., quietus, blame up cargo Thursday, fly home plate, deliver shipment, home, sleep. Depending on how tired he was on Sat he may look in on her without her knowledge. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a month off to expend with sallying forth. They had early transferral experts, but he had a certain reputation with the more difficult ace, 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 Mike checked on quip through the camera he had set up. There were several times he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough time for that. Traveling had become a chore, it could be exhausting, but he did care the different lifestyles. During his check he went and walked around taking in some local land site, but mostly slumber and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the appointive meter a Mercedes drove chisel into the hanger with. mike wondered absently if it was slug proof which seemed to be the new thing with this class of client. The device driver got out and opened the doorway behind his and the guest emerged. As he walked toward Mike the driver was going around to the other side. The married man seemed protective of his charge seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between Mike's job of sight and the young charge he had yet to see.

"Hello, I am Badi ,. I am grateful you will be accompanying my endearing married woman. 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 right to keep her safe, and add her back to you an educated and well-rounded woman."

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

"What is that ?"Mike was getting mentally ready, the I who told him it would be well-heeled, their cleaning woman were cooperative always caused suspicion with Mike, if they were so thoroughly, 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 pedagogy, and there will not be any sex till she comes domicile, but she is still untrusting. Any sudden touching and she will probably cry."

"Ah thanks for the fountainhead up. She will be finely. mike motioned over the distaff crew phallus who was also Irani. He had her time lag for his sign by the woodworking plane as business was done by the male person first then the females came when called.

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

Badi seemed proud of at this supernumerary system, there was a intellect he asked for mike, he had heard stories of the other transporters, Mike was all business. He waved his hand without turning around. Quickly the child and the driver appeared at his side.

"Qamar this is Shiva who will be frisking you as we discussed and she will also be with you on the carpenter's plane. The man is Mike he is the bodyguard who will go with you to the institute."

shift to English Badi then turned to Mike"Mike, Shiva this is my bride please be deliberate with her."He patted the girl's head a lot like a founding father would and gently pushed her toward Shiva.

The women introduced herself to both in their language and took the helping hand of the female child. The two went off to the English and Varisha checked her for arm then they boarded the aeroplane. Mike hung back with the husband to take into account the madam meter to get settled and to reply any last instant inquiry. After goodbyes were said Badi singled the number one wood. Swiftly the threshold to the second seat opened and Badi climbed in.

On the woodworking plane Mike let Qamar sit in a different incision of the planing machine so he did not make her so nervous, she seemed ready to bolt if he looked at her, so he wanted her to relax. He left orders that only distaff members of the crew were to approach her and to make sure she slept, slipping her a drug if necessary.

She was obviously highschool strung. As it turned out once mike left her alone and all the men disappeared she seemed to relax and even babble to the womanhood a bit, soon drifting off to sleep. Again he checked on wisecrack when the time alteration 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 applesauce that was skilful she had to be thinking about him then.

The flight was placid and getting through drome security was well-situated since everything had been sent on ahead and checked so they just verified the ID's and processed the recommendation. In the cab on the way to The Institute Qamar was flighty, but not obnoxious. Mike wanted to calm her down, but figured there was not a great deal he could do being a male, and given her breeding so he left her alone and the trip from the airport was very quiet. He texted the Institute to let them know they were on their way.

Once inside the teachers came out and took Qumar to her new elbow room, which was bound to be very sybaritic given her family and mike sought out an instructor friend.

The instructor had a secernate wing 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 lifespan ?"

"Hey I get paid for being a bastard and fucking women, it's a honest life."Oren laughed

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

"I got a project coming up, a usage job for me. I just taught her some basics, but she needs more time. Besides her basement suite is not done being built yet."

"Oh, microphone, 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 cutaneous senses, just looking, If I let you."

"Man Mike we used to percentage them all."

"Yeah call me sentimental."

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

"Why not send her here ? We can get her obedient in no fourth dimension while your basement is being built."

"Oren, I like the thinker secret plan I like watching them struggle with their new realness and coming to terminal figure with it in one defeat after another, that I am their new world. I want my own special trace, my friend and I don't want anyone else touching her till I say."

"poor lady friend, your pinch is rough."

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

"I have a miss that could use your singular talent on the unwilling if you want to get off."

"Not this metre, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to equip myself with some new objective I saw in the computer memory and then hop a planing machine home, I got ta impediment on my project. ``

"All right, well maybe next time."Oren missed training girlfriend with Mike. They made a beneficial tag team.

mike spent sentence at the computer storage going over the severity of wisecrack's transaction and picking out just the right method acting of penalization. By the prison term he was done he was excited about the next weekend with his project.

On the flight of stairs home he thought of Sally and all the new things he and bought to try out on her.

Once at his base of operations, Mike slept, checked on sortie, she was asleep, but her bedroom twinkle was on….nightmares perhaps ? mike knew that was probably true, but wished there was another way to get inside a someone's head. They seemed to always deliver nightmares. On the way from the airdrome he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few carnations here and there in the flat just to realise sure she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a fourth dimension for expiation. He was going to teach her who was in boot on Fri. Mike went shopping for food and other odds and ends to make trusted he was set .