The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got dressed quickly for the ‘ innovation escort ’. Neither one of the participants knew ahead of time that they had already met their dinner appointment. That was my own little laugh, at least it was funny in my foreland. When I told Jill about it, I got a huge eyeroll and a milkshake of her head.

As usual, Dakota had everything set up. The limousine arrived at the perfect clock time, staring with Fred driving. Jill whispered in my ear that she felt better having Fred be our Chauffeur. I, of trend, just agreed with her.

I stayed materialistic in my dress. I wore a short sleeved apprehend shirt and a pair of nice jean. Jill wore a denim skirt and a cute blouse, that I wanted to postulate off her as it highlighted her beautiful conformation.

We went to Heidi Longmire's abode first. I decided to do that for condom reasons. If they don't hit it off or she feels uncomfortable then he wouldn't know where she lived. Since she is an agent for the FBI, she had access to selective information about him that he probably didn't even hump was available.

When we got to Heidi's house, I got out and went to the face door. It was a decent sporty house. The curtilage was mowed, and she had a cute little flowerbed against the face facing of the house. One thing I did notice was that she had no large Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. She had a couple of bushes but no boastfully trees.

I rang the doorbell and heard her yell,"clench on, I'm coming,"she said. Of course, in my header, the joke of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the strawman of my stupid mind. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the door and the deadbolt before she opened the door.

When she did open the front room access, there stood before me a beautifully slender athletic cleaning woman. She was wearing a couplet of dress jeans and a nice blouse. In my head, I didn't know what was going on, but I wouldn't mind seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a couple of minutes to lock the strawman door back up, including the deadbolt.

"You can never be too careful,"she said to me putting her key into the deadbolt ignition lock.

"There, all locked up. Shall we go ?"Heidi says to me.

I put my arm out for her to grab onto and we walk down her walkway to the limo. Fred has the room access open and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in first then me. Since I wasn't certain if Heidi knew my wife or not, I did introductions.

"Jill, this is Agent Heidi Longmire, but tonight she is just Heidi Longmire,"I say causing Jill to again give me an eye roll. However, it did get a giggle from Heidi. I thought to myself, ahh a new audience for my ridiculous jokes.

"Heidi, this is my gorgeous married woman, Jill,"I say. They both exchange pleasantries.

Fred shuts the door and off we go. Heidi's FBI curiosity is starting to show.

"So how do you know that I'll like this guy ?"She asks.

"Um, let's call it a hunch,"I tell her trying to be chary, but she is a professional interrogator, so I must watch my step.

"Do I get any hints on what he looks like ?"She asks.

"Well, he has two eyes, one olfactory organ, and a duet of rim,"I tell her as I see Jill's eyes roll again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might have seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two oculus you say ? That must make him particular. Any other features you care to share ?"She asks obviously playing along.

"wellspring let's see, yeah, he puts his trouser on one leg at a sentence and he wears shoes,"I say to her causing her to laugh.

"nether region, this is fun. I haven't even met the guy and already its sound than my finish two dates,"Heidi says. This causes Jill to now derail into the conversation.

"Heidi, tell me, how gruelling is it for person like yourself, a Union soldier Agent to feel someone to have a relationship with ?"Jill asks.

"Well, it's street fighter. You start off just like every other group meeting. You try to fudge telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extreme or the other. Either they want to secernate you their Police connection, or for some reason, they hate the Law Enforcement government agency that you work for. Then you must keep an eye out that you're not being followed from the authority to your plate or your neighborhood,"Heidi tells us.

"I guess you can't just go to a bar and pick up someone for a one-night stand, can you ?"Jill asks.

"Sure, you can if your stupid. You never know when you will run into mortal that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can narrate you that they will always recognize you before you spot them. It does make thing difficult, that's probably why so many agents date and marry early agents,"she tells us.

"Would I be out of bounds to say your job can be a lonely job ?"I ask.

"Absolutely. Unless you have a close group of citizenry that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way affair are going these Clarence Shepard Day Jr., it only gets more difficult, which is why I chose to gamble on you asking me out. You are high profile and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at to the lowest degree I'll get a meal paid for. The last date I ended up paying for the meal because his soon to be ex-wife had canceled all his recognition add-in and emptied their bank account. It kind of puts a damper on what should deliver been a nice evening,"she says.

I feel for her. I went through some of those appointment before I met Jill and I am thankful every dark that night she was my trainer back at Happy Limo.

We pull up to a nice-looking home. Fred parks the limousine on the street and opens the car for Heidi and me to get out to go to Patrick's presence doorway. I'm smiling the whole walkway to the door.

I let her ring the Alexander Graham Bell. We hear"postponement on, I'll be right there,"and some footsteps coming to the front door.

St. Patrick opens the door. There is a stun silence from both citizenry. They both look at me as if I've just grown two heads.

"Patrick, I would like to introduce you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would wish to introduce you to Patrick Meyers"I say smiling.

I guess to play along, Patrick reaches his hired man out and shakes Heidi's hand.

"C'mon bozo, let's have a overnice night. No talk about what has happened, tonight you aren't an FBI agent, got it ?"I ask her. She shakes her capitulum yes. Patrick still looks confused.

"OK, guys here's the slew. I had intended to bring out you two before the whole affair with Aurora happened. There was no way to avoid you guys group meeting, so I just kept my lip shut. We can end this right now if you two don't want to go any further, but I think you two will hit it off,"I say to both.

"David, how do you know that we'll hit it off ?"Patrick asks.

"Actually, I don't. It's a intuition. You both work insane hr, you both have a good temperament, and you both seem to get along with me, which isn't as easy as I think it is, or at to the lowest degree my wife tells me so every once in a piece,"I say to them smiling.

They look at each other, shrug their shoulder and proceeded to head up to the limo. Patrick must stop and go back to the front door to lock the top deadbolt curl.

"There, its'all locked up now,"he says.

"That's what she did and said when I picked her up,"I tell him.

"Well, obviously she cares about home security David,"St. Patrick says to me.

We get to the limo where Fred is standing stoically with the back room access open. Patrick lets Heidi get in inaugural, then I shove him in and climb in behind him.

"Patrick this is my wife Jill,"I say to him.

"Jill, this is Patrick,"introducing Jill to Patrick.

Saint Patrick says,"Jill, it's skillful to meet you. I do birth a question for you,"he says to Jill.

"Go ahead,"

"How do you put up with this guy's fuckhead trick ?"Patrick asks Jill.

"Well, I sort of have to since I married the numskull,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Patrick to laugh.

The ride to the restaurant went smoothly as Fred knew a short cut on a one-way road that saved us hitting three additional traffic lights.

When we arrived at longhorn's steakhouse, Saint Patrick's heart lit up.

"Hot tinker's damn, I love this place. I haven't been quite a while, but their food is howling. Heidi, what do you consider of this place ?"He asks all grin and full of DOE, which made me emanate just a bit. Now if we can get Heidi to joke around a bit then maybe the eventide will go well.

As the four of us were walking into the restaurant, my telephone set buzzes.

"hoot David, you work as much as we do,"Patrick says to me.

I look at the schoolbook subject matter. It 's from Dakota"airplane ready for tomorrow for a stumble to Seattle. Will we be staying over or coming home tomorrow Nox ?"

I think about it for a moment then text her that hopefully, we will be returning home tomorrow Night, but very late.

I apologize for the text message. Both Patrick and Heidi understood.

The hostess tells us that there's about a one-half hour wait for a table for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there bechance to be four hind end together at the bar. Patrick and I pull the seats out for the ladies then we take the outside two bum. The barmaid, a long-haired brunet with thin supercilium and green optic ask what we want for drinkable and do we desire an appetizer while we wait.

Patrick ask Heidi,"Do you have a orientation for a crapulence ?"

"How about just a gracious glass of wine. Maybe a Cabernet Sauvignon ?"she says to him.

"Jill, your usual, a merlot ?"I ask.

St. Patrick ordering a Cabernet for Heidi and a dark beer for himself. I orderliness a merlot for Jill and a coke for myself.

"You don't swallow ?"Patrick asks me.

"No, not really,"I tell him.

"Anyone want to ordination an appetizer ?"I ask.

No one seems all that interested in having an appetizer at the bar.

"Heidi, are you from this area ?"I ask trying to get some conversation going.

"No, not really. I grew up a bit north of here in San Francisco. When I graduated gamey schooltime, I went to San Diego province University and then Law School. I applied to the agency in my hold out year of law school and was accepted,"she tells us.

"Saint Patrick, are you from here ?"I ask.

"Yep, I grew up in a pocket-size town called San Giambattista Marini. We lived in a small domicile on Lope Felix de Vega Carpio street. I screwed around in gamey school and graduated with a C+ average. I really had no aim of going to college. I took care of all the cleaning in the house since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodworking, cabinetry mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an method of accounting business firm. Since I did all the cleaning at our home, it was an prosperous leap to starting my own line of work, cleaning former multitude's homes,"Patrick tells us.

"How long have you been in business ?"Jill asks as she takes a sip of her merlot.

"About 8 yr now. Until the affair the early day, I was considering trying to expand the business towards Beverly hill. You got me thinking about possible customers I'm leaving on the table since your household is the only one that my ship's company takes care of,"Saint Patrick says to us.

I see Heidi take a retentive sip of her Cabernet before asking,"Patrick, do you rue not going to college or are you more of a hands-on guy,"Heidi asks him.

"Well, I don't rue not going to college. Yet, all those party that you see on TV, I would take liked to attend one or two, but alas I chose to shape instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law school, did you get tempestuous and crazy ?"Patrick asks.

"state of nature and crazy ? No, not at all. I had my sights set on where I wanted to be and thus, I kept my wind to the Good Book. I don't think I was even invited to a college party, let alone go to one,"she says after another foresighted sip of her wine.

"David, you and Jill probably went to college, didn't you ?"Patrick asks.

"Nope. Jill is a Marine and I spent about of my adult life working in the restaurant business,"I tell them.

"Well, if she's military and you're a restaurant guy, how did you two meet ? Did she come into your eating place and it was love at initiatory flock ?"He says to me.

"She was my trainer at the limousine troupe,"I tell them, which gets a couple of odd look from Saint Patrick and Heidi.

"I took a job learning to be a chauffeur at Happy, Happee limousine and Jill was my flight simulator. Although I was dating person else when we first met, it didn't take very long for Jill to have her way with me,"I say laughing. Jill gives the big eyeroll causing Patrick and Heidi to laugh. I get poked in the rib for the joke.

Our little coaster buzzes telling us that our table is quick. We get up and head back to the stewardess tie-up. I hand her the bombilate thing and she takes the four of us to a nice table towards the cover of the eatery's independent floor.

Both Patrick and I hold out the chairs for our ladies who give each of us a civilized ‘ thank you ’.

As the air hostess hands us the menu's she tells us that the specials for the Night are inside the menu. We thank her and she heads back to the stewardess stand.

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine. I Holy Order up another shabu for the lady, another beer for Patrick and another coke for myself. I also order an appetizer for the table. It 's my usual cheesy stuffed mushrooms, I tell our guests that it's one of the things that I love about Longhorn. The waitress smiles at the starter order and heads off.

Jill sees some sort of salmon salad at the tabular array next to us and decides to order it. Heidi looks over at the Sami tabular array and decides to monastic order it as well. Of course, Patrick and I are going to order steaks. I figure you don't go to a steakhouse and not guild steaks, just seems wrong.

When the waitress comes back with our appetizer purchase order, she offers to take our dinner party Order. She asks first if the visor will be separate or all together.

"Ma'am, the bill will be all together, and I will require it,"I tell her making surely that Patrick or Heidi don't try to pay for the meal.

St. Patrick, being a gentleman, decree Heidi's dinner party then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak with a adust potato fully loaded, a theater salad with ranch dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of baked potato soup which she says they make a wonderful variant of that soup.

Jill likes the idea of a cup of soup as well. I rescript her Salmon River salad along with a cup of the baked tater soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak, medium rare, baked potato fully loaded and a salad with thousand islands dressing and extra tomatoes and no onions. We were all smiling when the waitress left the board with our order.

"St. David, how did you go from being a trainee of Jill's to CEO of Jaxson, Inc. ? That must be one hell of a narrative,"St. Patrick says which has Heidi listening.

"Jill, would you like to tell the story, or have me do it ?"I ask her smiling.

"Oh, I'll let you tell the story, you seem to revel in it,"she tells the table, smiling the whole time.

"Patrick and Heidi, on our second gear dark working together, one of the former driver's was in a horrible traffic accident. We had longtime node arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the stuffy limo to go peck up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the buck private jet sphere of the aerodrome. We didn't have the proper car to cull them up and didn't have enough prison term to get to the office and barter automobile, so we just went to the airport. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up next to their jet and I jumped out and put their luggage into the trunk. I stood by the back door and Bob and Melanie got into the car. As we were going, I turned around and apologized to the Jaxsons telling them that their usual chauffeur was in a bad stroke. I also apologized for not having the correct vehicle for them and made the conclusion to sacrifice them the service for complimentary. Jill asked if we needed to block at a Walgreen's for Melanie Jaxson as she was nauseated from a storm that the jet flew through. We got them to their hotel. Bob Jaxson pulled me aside and told me that if I decide to move up in the world, he's got a position for someone like me,"I tell them.

"Are you going to tell them about how you got a $ 2000 tip from them that nighttime and I only got $ 800 ? You sit there and chat with them and I do all the piece of work, yet you get the big tip and I don't,"Jill says smiling and giggling as she takes another sip of her merlot.

"wait a arcminute, you got $ 2800 as a tip from Mr. and Mrs. Jaxson ?"Heidi asks.

"Yes, we did. It wasn't long before I called Bob Jaxson and well, the residuum is history,"I tell them,

"David, you said you were dating mortal else when you met Jill ?"Heidi asks.

"Yep, sure was. I spoke to the ma'am that I was dating, her name was Tina. I knew that we weren't going anywhere in our relationship. We just broke it off. The very night we broke it off, Jill was in an automobile accident. She tried to call our boss, who didn't answer. She tried to call up a close friend, who also didn't answer. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at City infirmary. I raced across town to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what exam way she was in. I ran through the hallway and burst into the exam room. There was the most beautiful, and pathetic looking charwoman I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the story. Of course, Jill was playfully shaking her straits no through half the story.

"Hey, my story, I tell it my way,"I say to Jill who just smiles and paper bag me again in the ribs.

"Well, they had her hopped up on pretty serious pain medicine, what was it again dearest, morphine ?"I asked.

She just nodded her point yes.

"That's when she declared her undying love for me and we've been together ever since,"I tell them. Again, I get the big eye roll from Jill which makes me laugh.

"And now I'm stuck with him like gum on a horseshoe,"Jill says to Patrick and Heidi.

Our food arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

As we begin to eat our dinner, Patrick asks,"David and Jill, how do you like being in charge of a multinational company such as Jaxson, Inc. ?"

Jill reply first,"Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am grateful that my assistant has a dear nous for numbers. David pirated her away from a Mercedes franchise because they weren't treating her right. Here she was selling David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to collapse her cite for selling one. She went on the run crusade with David and he made her a job offer. She didn't accept until she was indisputable that they were going to make out her over and not consecrate her the full commission,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to comment on our business at Jaxson Inc. a person tapped me on the shoulder from behind me. I turned to see Missy, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one night a couple of workweek ago who stayed at the house for three days.

"hello, do you remember me ?"She asks.

"Of line, I do Missy, how are you ?"I ask her.

"young woman, you remember this is my wife Jill. And these are two friends, Heidi and St. Patrick,"I tell her, hoping that she won't say anything that Jill and I will have to explain.

"David, I got a new cubicle telephone set. Let me give you my new phone number, so when you have another company at your business firm, you can commend to invite me,"she says smiling. In my brain, that wasn't too bad of a statement that I would have to explain.

She writes her sound number down on a guest check, kisses me on the cheek and heading off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the unharmed time.

"Um, St. David, do random adult female just come up to you and give you their phone bit and a kiss before trying to invite themselves to one of your parties ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill answers,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever envisage. He gets women pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a rock headliner and we just live in his populace,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a particular nervus facialis expression and then just kind of accept that answer.

I decide to try and narrow the response down to restrain Heidi from getting too suspicious.

"Heidi, Missy got invited to a party we had several weeks ago by a supporter of a friend thing. She had a great time. We had respective I guy wire and I think she may have collected just about every single guy's phone number at the company. She sent me a circuit board a workweek or so later telling me it was one of the serious parties she had been to in a longsighted, long time,"I tell Heidi.

"The life of a CEO,"Patrick says.

I see that we are finishing up with our dinner. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the discharge plates off the table, I ask to see a sweet computer menu. Patrick's middle light up, but the ladies seemed rather full.

I know that no subject how full Jill is, she's a patsy for the caramel orchard apple tree stampede. Patrick asks Heidi if she would like to split their deep brown stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

I place the dessert order for Jill and I and St. Patrick lodge for Heidi and him.

I decided to ask the curious enquiry,"So, have either of you been married before ?"which gets me a playful slap on the berm from Jill.

"Geeze David, that's kind of personal don't you think ?"Jill says to me.

"Um, no not really. It's just a dubiousness,"I say to her.

Heidi goes first,"No, no ex-husbands. I dated a guy for a long time, but he took a job in another metropolis and well, we just haven't been in touch since he moved. What about you Patrick ?"she asks.

"Nope, no exes. I too dated a cleaning woman for a while and now we aren't dating because I spend too much clip trying to take care of my customers,"he tells Heidi.

The waitress comes back to the table with our sweet. I see Jill's heart light up seeing the caramel orchard apple tree sweet. As Jill and I get to plowshare the dessert, I notice that Heidi and Patrick have basically forgotten about Jill and me and startle chatting and feeding each early. I am smiling from ear to ear, all the spell being poked in the ribs by Jill.

I lean in and kiss my gorgeous wife, licking the small touch of caramel brown off her lips.

After about 15 minutes or so, the waitress delivers me the handicap. I put my credit carte on the top of the little book, and she takes the whole thing. Jill and I just sit there watching Saint Patrick and Heidi be well-disposed but very close to being intimate. In my headway, I hit it out of the commons on this one.

Jill and I begin a conversation about me heading to Seattle in the break of day with Dakota.

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

"wellspring, again we have district managers in the restaurant group that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a total of XXX hr when they know that we expect them to bring 45. I've reviewed all the potential promotes just in guinea pig I end up cleaning the house,"I tell Jill.

"Do you await to stay overnight, or will you return tomorrow night ?"Jill asks.

"Well, right now I'm expecting to come family tomorrow Nox. I'll text you or feature Dakota name you if things change,"I say to Jill. She nods her head in acceptance.

As Jill and I are just chatting, St. Patrick and Heidi suddenly become self-aware that they have been having their own common soldier short conversation.

"Um, we're sorry that we ignored you,"Heidi says a little embarrassed.

"No worries hombre, that's what this was all about. For you two to run into under relaxed circumstances and maybe, just maybe you two would hit it off,"I say to them.

"Of track, if you marry and have lots of babe, then I get all the credit,"I say to them laughing. Once again Jill gives me the big eyeroll and a poke in the costa. Patrick and Heidi laugh as well, although neither one says anything to my scuttlebutt about man and wife and babies.

We all four get up from the table and head out. When Fred sees us coming out of the restaurant, he brings the limo over to the front doorway. He stops the car, opens the back door and we all get in. At this percentage point, the wine has taken ahold of the char as they are giggling and laughing.

"Are we through for the night or would you blackguard like a prissy stumble down to the beach or along sunset striptease ?"I ask.

"David, while this has been one of the unspoilt nights that I've had in quite a long time, I do have work in the good morning. So, unfortunately, I must hollo it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to have Patrick home first then we will drop off Heidi. I see them take their sound out and exchange phone telephone number. Jill looks at me and smiles, my stupid program worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limo capitulum towards Patrick's place. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm rustling in my ear to let her walk him to the face door.

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his front door and they kiss. Not one of those I'm going to bonk your brains out kiss, but a nice adult end of the eve first engagement osculation. I am all warm and giggly inside.

Heidi walks pensively down the walkway to the limo, where Fred has the door overt waiting for her.

She gets in and gives me a quick smooch on the nerve as she scoots by me to her seat.

"Thank you, Jacques Louis David, this has been a wonderful evening. I think that Patrick and I are going to try and maybe meet for a previous coffee or a dessert one night this week,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. I am so very happy that my stupefied programme worked and two people who work their ass off may now give a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his stupid ego. If you and Patrick become unspoilt ally or inferno lovers, then David will have a news report about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned,"she says laughing the whole time she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently happy my little plan worked.

When we got to Heidi's firm, Fred holds the doorway undecided for Heidi. I get another osculation on the impudence as she's getting out of the limo. Jill and I watch her walk to her front line door where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the door and gets in the driver's keister to take us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the necessary clit to open the gate, He stops the car by the front door and LET Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the courtyard and heads back towards the limo take for the car. I figure that Fred has about one more time of day of study. He'll return the limo, get in his Mustang and drive it over here and park it in the garage with everyone else's vehicle.

Jill and I go inside. We see several people either in the kitchen or in the TV room. They all ask Jill how the non-date engagement went. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a in effect match. She kisses me and tells me that she loves me and hopes that I know she is just teasing.

"Of course, I know you're just teasing me. That's what married mates do my ducky,"I say to her.

I see Dakota sitting in another of my white tee shirts. I lean over her, buss her on the face and tell her that I figure we should entrust about 11 or so to head to the airport. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is prepare. I kiss her again and tell her adept nighttime. Jill and I head down the hallway to our bedroom.

I pull my backpack out to pick out with me just in subject. I also put a pair of short and a tee shirt in the backpack.

Jill sheds her dress and wax into bed. I shed my own clothes as well and get into bed with her. We embrace each other and snog for a while before we drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When my centre opened in the break of day, only Jill was in bed with me. I slipped out of bed and headed into the bathroom for my morning rite and a shower.

Once I was through with the shower, I went and got dressed. I grabbed my phone off the charger, grabbed my pocketbook, and my headstone.

I was kind of excited as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the bedroom to the kitchen. Most of the daybreak group are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit surprise as John only seems to be eating a bowl of cereal.

As each of the Lady'head toward their fomite, the kitchen thins out. Dakota pours me a spyglass of Ananas comosus juice and kisses me before she sits down with her cup of coffee.

I see that person left the TV on and I hear that the weather in Seattle will be rainy. I remind Dakota to be for sure to take her cute raincoat and her skid trial impression place. She tells me that she already has them next to her overnight bag at the front room access. She gets up and stroll over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her cute ass on my lap causing me to begin to get voiceless. She feels me and wiggles her ass a petty more.

In my foreland, I figure since the flying fourth dimension is a couple of minute, her and I will probably play a bit in the jet.

As Gospel According to John finishes his cereal, he gathers his own backpack and forefront towards his hand truck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking Saint John the Apostle to slow down as she wants to get a cup of coffee to take with her. He just laughs and says he'll wait in the truck for her cute ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how much John has matured over the past few months and I think that he needs a new project to exercise on, however, I'm not sure what the seize undertaking might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID verification project. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the towboat that we bought back to good condition. Paula is working on keeping the three limo fellowship running smoothly. Donna has the cry substance firing on all cylinders. BJ is helping Jill on their descent conversion undertaking. Danni is handling the front response orbit just fine now that she is getting a lunch break. Tina and her Mom in Phoenix are feeding me expert intel on the two edifice that we have bought down there. And, of course of study, Dakota is being the right assistant possible. Amy is running the house and keeping things in curb. The two chefs are making everyone happy with their top-quality cooking. The smut counterpart and the CG boys are doing a dainty job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a daimon, trying to save matter going in the pornography manufacture. Belinda is now seeing someone in the industry and that is fine with me. Yet, I have no idea what to do with John. He does everything that I ask him to do, yet it just seems in my head that he could be doing something more.

Watching the break of day TV, I see that the shooting of the Mexican Drug Cartel is still in the tidings cycle.

I looked at my cellphone and saw that I missed a text message from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a howling evening and said that she and Patrick have a deep brown date in a twain of nights. This made me smile. I texted her back that I was happy that they both hit it off well.

I headed back down the hallway to get a headphone charger to take with me, just in display case. As I came out of my sleeping accommodation, my darling Dakota was coming out of hers. Mom also came out of her sleeping room, but not with Fred.

"Mom, where's Fred ?"

"He's getting a limo to take you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to pluck me up a muffuletta from that wonderful Italian restaurant,"she tells me.

I tell Bobby that Dakota and I will be in Seattle until later tonight, but they already knew as Dakota had told them both. I was kind of bummed as the chefs were making gripe stroganoff once again.

Dakota told me that the limo was expected to be here in about 15 mo or so. I sat down on the couch in the support elbow room to just guess about Saint John the Apostle and wait for the limo. When I saw it root for up, I still had not figured out what to do with St. John. I called for Dakota ; she came bounding out of her bedroom towards me.

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limo. Once again, Fred stood with the cover room access open. I tossed our bags into the tree trunk and got into the back. Dakota came out and before she got into the limo, she kissed Fred on the cheek.

As she got into the limo, I swear that she wiggled her ass towards Fred, but maybe I was just imagining that. She got in, kissed me on the impudence and sat right hand adjacent to me. Since she was in her common place, next to me, I felt her hired man on my cock almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get hard with her hand stroking me. In just here and now, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably decelerate traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and Pisces out my now hard dick. Her lips and mouth surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the shaft and head of my manhood. I gently put my paw on the back of her headspring. She swallowed me as she has done many times before. I just laid my pass back on the nates as she bobbed her head up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her soundbox up to be sideways on the limo rump. I gently pulled her shorts aside to expose her moist pussy. Inserting two finger's breadth into her, I could feel her mouthpiece tighten around my putz swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two finger's breadth inside of her cunt, I used my thumb to rub short Mexican valium on her clitoris. This made her moan on my cock. I thrust it as oceanic abyss into her lip as I could get. She swallowed my manhood as far as she could ask it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her pharynx. She kept bobbing her head up and down. As I kept pushing my fingers into her pussy with reckless unconstraint, she began moaning Thomas More and more on my manhood. I felt her getting wetter and wetter. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a third, then a one-fourth finger inside of her and push in and out repeatedly. My hand was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her first pinnacle,"OH GAWD DADDY, I LOVE YOU SO often. I'M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU,"she says to me as I feel her pussy splash my hand and wrist.

She swallows my rooster once again, but not until I feel her delicious pussy muscle spasm around my hand again. As her body does this, I feel my own body approaching its orgasmic peak,"GAWD DAMN DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a congius of my man juice into her accepting oral fissure. I pull my hand from her slit and lick the tasty orgasmic juices off it.

She just grinning at me and snuggles her oral sex into my chest as the limo bread and butter moving towards the airport. Soon, Fred puts the privacy segmentation down a mates of inches to let us know that we are only about two transactions away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two minutes pass, Fred pulls the limo up next to the jet and gets out, opening the automobile trunk first. I take both bags and put four $ 100 bills into his shirt pocket, even though he tries to politely reject the tip. I thank him for his hard work and prompt him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

Dakota climbs the steps into the jet, and I follow her. I stow the two bag in the overhead compartment, and we settle down onto the sofa.

The hatchway doorway closing curtain and the co-pilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her cute trivial boxers and fishes my cock out of my knickers and impales herself on me as we accelerate down the runway and into the air. I have to say, that Dakota's puss going up and down on my humanity as we went down the runway was quite the gravel feeling.

It didn't take Dakota long before I felt her hit her first orgasmic peak. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronco. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the redact thrusting my cock as deep into her as I could get. I put her lowly ankles over my shoulders essentially bending her in half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her twat splash my hammer and balls over and over again.

Her eyes were rolling into her psyche as I was thrusting hard into her."OH DADDY, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME FEEL SO WONDERFUL WHEN YOU'RE DEEP inside OF ME. read ME, YOU KNOW THAT I'M YOURS NOW AND FOREVER,"she says as we both continue to peak together.

I keep fucking her with all that I have. I know that we haven't had sex in quite a few 24-hour interval, but what we are both feeling right now is about the most amazing that I've felt in a couple of weeks, including my time with Ronda.

As we finish cumming with each other, Dakota and I uncouple. She pulls her cute shorts back on and I pull my pant back up. She snuggles into my chest of drawers. I begin kissing her and she responds. I stretch out on the lounge and she lays on top of me, just wrapping her blazonry around me and pulling herself tightly into my body. We exchange our ‘ I love you'and just lay all entangled on the couch.

"Dakota, I'm at a loss. I don't know what labor to give Saint John. He is doing well, but he seems to need something to do,"I tell her.

"Let him be me for a calendar week,"she tells me.

"Huh ?"I say.

"john has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to foreknow what you need. Let him handle you. I will be available to him, via phone at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your supporter for a totally calendar week. This will give us a good read on how he is doing,"she says to me. I pull her into me, and we kiss passionately. Once again, Dakota has come up with a perfect solvent. I know that I'm going to know her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my pecker hardening once again.

"What will my darling Dakota do for the hebdomad off ?"I ask.

"Well, I'll probably be thinking of my Daddy the total week. Who knows, I may even designate up at the Hawk just to take reward of my Daddy in his office, one never knows how my mind works,"she says to me before we again kiss each other passionately.

I feel her delightful picayune hands shedding my pants once again. She sheds all her clothes this time and whirl around putting her tasty pussy over my waiting back talk. I begin to lick and blow her pussy swallowing every drop of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, deglutition my hard pecker.

As I'm defeat and sucking her pussy, I move deeper and come out licking and sucking on her motherfucker. I thrust my clapper into her as deeply as I can make it go. She roars with another orgasm blasting through her body. I sit up and pull her around to face away from me. I spread her ass cheeks and hurtle my humanity into her anal retentive cavity. She moans as we begin to hurl up and down on each early. Her eubstance is splashing my crotch with her womanly succus. She cums over and over onto me. I just keep thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just moans and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her small lithe body onto my turncock over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my privates with her snatch juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a patch. The cowcatcher comes onto the utterer and lets us fuck that we are just a few minutes from landing. I hear the landing gear ringlet into place. Dakota and I uncouple and get to cleanse ourselves off with the towels that we have in the overhead storage locker towards the back of the plane.

"You know that I love you, don't you ?"I ask Dakota.

"Of course, Daddy, and you know that I love you as well, right ?"she says to me.

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet take a downward Angle as we approach the runway. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her arms around me as the cycle touch the pavement of the rail.

"pa, maybe we can come up soul to toy with for the drive household,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a good estimate, but I probably could induce dialed up Missy to subscribe the trip-up with us. But we'll see how things play out.

When the jet finds a parking point, I see out the windowpane that a limo is waiting for us. Of course, as the weather forecaster predicted, it is raining.

Once we are parked, the co-pilot opens the hatch and extends the step down to the ground. I grab both of our pocketbook and keep an eye on my darling Dakota down the step to the limo. The number one wood takes the bags puts them in the trunk as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I script the driver the first district office that I want to bring down. She thanks me for having an address ready and she heads towards the district office.

It takes about half an hour to get to the address. When we arrive, the chauffeur parks the limo where I ask, away from the doorway to the district office. Dakota and I get out of the limo, each with our rain attire on, plus she has her cunning non-slick rain boot on making her look cute.

We walk to the figurehead room access of the district federal agency. I open the door and let Dakota step inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she take a seat. I begin to walk through the room, without anyone even saying a password to me. When I get to the back of the room, I ask a nice looking noblewoman if there is anyone that I could speak to. She asks me what it would be about.

"Well, I just walked through the integral district office and no one even asked me what I was doing, until I reached you,"I said to her.

She asks me to sit down at her desk and she will get me, somebody, to talk to. She gets up and heads towards a duet of guys chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

"Hello, may I assist you ?"the gentleman asks.

"Yes sir, I was wondering why you don't have mortal to prevent me from walking through this dominion position. Where's your receptionist ?"I ask.

"And whom might you be to be asking these query ?"He says to me.

"Well, here's my business notice,"I say as I'm handing him my identity card. He looks at it and apparently doesn't know who I am.

"Ok, so your St. David Henry Graham Greene. Who is that ?"he asks.

"Read the whole carte du jour,"I tell him.

He still looks at it and it doesn't registry with him.

"I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I'm in charge of the company that owns this company,"I say to him now getting annoyed.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. We don't get many visitors here,"he tells me.

"Can you put together all the district managers that are here into one conference room please,"I say.

"Um, Mr. Greene, it's almost 2 pm, we head home at 3:30,"He tells me.

"Not today you don't,"I tell him.

"Now, if you would please conglomerate all the district handler in a conference room,"I tell him.

He decides to holler it across the room,"Everyone, all the district manager are to point into a conference room right now please,"I hear whisper of ‘ what's going on'? and ‘ Who's this guy ?'

When I see everyone in the conference room, I ask the Same guy if everyone is in there, he assures me they are.

I stride into the conference room ; Dakota follows me and she sits in a chairman in the corner with her assistant 's notebook out.

"how-do-you-do, I'm Jacques Louis David Henry Graham Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. The very caller that owns this company. Does everyone here understand who I am ?"I ask.

I get pretty much unison in a incontrovertible head nod.

"fountainhead, at least I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the important issues. We are a restaurant group. Which means that we work when our client are not working. Energy Department everyone read that ?"I ask.

I get a lot of white stares, which tells me that they already see what is coming and it's not going to be respectable for them.

"How many hours a week do you each study ?"I ask.

Silence in the room.

"Would you say that you work the required 45 hours a hebdomad ?"I ask.

Again, silence.

"Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 hours a week and before you begin to argue with me, I had payroll pull up your timecards and all of you come into work about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That's a total of 6 hours per day times 5 days a workweek equals 30 hours,"I tell all of them. I see stunned silence since I included that I had payroll pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your secrecy, that you don't disagree with my math. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will come into the authority at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an hour for tiffin. You are not allowed to leave at 4:30 pm and margin call that last hour your lunch. I also, expect each of you to forge one Sabbatum a month. In lieu of the Sabbatum, you will get Tuesday off. ma'am and valet, we will work for a bread and butter and we will be available to your general managers. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 60 minutes a hebdomad, then you might want to pass this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

"I have seen a continual decline in our overall performance. Can anyone excuse to me why all of our numbers racket have dropped ?"I ask the room not really expecting an answer.

"Because we haven't been doing our jobs that well,"a untested man from down the tabular array says to me.

"Please explain,"I say to him.

"We have been leaving early and coming in latterly. You've hit it on the head that we are a caller that should be working when our customers are playing,"the Edward Young man says to me.

"I'm sorry, I don't fuck your figure,"I say to him.

"I'm Ralph Jones. I've been a district handler for about 3 months,"he says to me.

"Mr. Jones, what are the identification number for your district ?"I ask, wondering if he really knows his territorial dominion or if he's just trying to glisten me on.

"well, my district gross sales are flatcar to shoemaker's last year, however, we have two eating place that are in a state of convulsion as they are brusk staffed with at least two key management mass missing. We also have one of those restaurants, in a roadwork surface area. The City of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the workplace will net until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be longer than that as they didn't even get started until three weeks ago. Also, we have two eatery, that are severely understaffed, and I have put an ad in the newsprint and on the local job board sites. We need at least a XII phone line Cook and servers in those two eating place,"he tells me. I'm really print with this guy. He knows where his district's numbers are and is willing to lecture openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Jones'territory numbers.

"Mr. Robert Tyre Jones, I also see that your guest tick average is the highest in the market. Your managing director have more tenure than anyone else in the market. You came through the system starting as a line cook and are now a district manager, being the general managing director of the year close year. You are well liked by your manager and they tell me in the quarterly survey that when you step into the restaurant, you will jump in where needed to help the staff,"I say to him, in front of the other dominion manager.

Once again, there is silence. I point to somebody else and ask the same question,"What are your territory's Book of Numbers ?"

"Um, they're OK. naught extra. I have a couple of well eating house, and a twosome of eating place that need some aid, But we'll get better with time,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"dean McMillian,"he tells me.

I look him up on the system and he's sec from the prat in virtually every category that we measure.

"Mr. McMillian, it tells me that you're not doing well. Your district is second from the undersurface in all the mensurable things that we look at,"I say to him. He just sits quietly saying nothing.

"doe anyone else have any info about their districts ?"I ask the elbow room.

No one says a word.

"That's what I thought. So, here's my new architectural plan. We the exception of Mr. Inigo Jones, everyone here is on a 90-day natural action programme. Either fix your districts or get a new job,"I say to the room.

Two Seth of keys are tossed into the midsection of the mesa and two guy rope stand up and begin to walk out.

"valet de chambre, thank you for making my job that much easier,"I say to them. They walk out of the room, stopping at their desks and leave the building.

"Anyone else want to slash their winder into the sum of the table,"I say. However, I see another two hombre that appear to be considering it. One of them stands up and says,"Yeah, I'm not going to wear my ass only for you to toss me out the door in 90 twenty-four hours,"he says as he tosses his keys into the center of the board and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just keep back on stepping out the battlefront door.

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The elbow room is silent.

"Ok, then where would I chance Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Hiram King Williams ?"I ask. Mr. Jones excuses himself and walks out into the chief way of the district office. He goes to three desks that have cleaning woman sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled looking on their face.

"Mr. Graham Greene, this is Benita Alvarez, Shandra Williams, and Donna Mayfield,"he says to me.

"ma'am, there have been three possibility in our dominion for three new hand hopefully hard-working territorial dominion managers. Are all three of you willing to take on the job of being a territory manager ?"I ask.

"Sir, are you kidding us ?"One of the ladies asks.

"No, I'm not kidding. Are you three willing to subscribe to on the three districts that have just come assailable ?"I ask again.

They look at each other and nod their heads yes.

"OK, well, here's the new rules. Your workplace agenda will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five days a workweek. However, one Sabbatum a month, you will do work that Saturday and take Tuesday off instead,"I tell the three ladies.

"You will work 45 minute a week, at a minimum. You should recognise your numbers at any clip of the day or Night. You should make your managing director being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a manager tree diagram in my back yard, so it is up to you to keep your eatery fully stocked with manager,"I tell them.

"Oh, and one more thing, don't be afraid to jump in when you go to one of your restaurants and they are short staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unpredicted visit from time to time. I expect that your eatery will be running well, no matter if I'm there visiting or not. train care of your staff and your client and things will get skillful,"I tell them before I thank them for their time and leave.

Dakota is smiling. She knows that there will b to a greater extent citizenry let go before all is better.

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limo, I manus the chauffeur another trip of newspaper publisher. This one is an reference for a territorial dominion place outside of the city of Seattle, in a Ithiel Town called Kirkland. It is a suburb of Seattle. The head trip from the first district power to the one in Kirkland takes about half an hr. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her raincoat and non-skid rain boots.

When we get there, a nice youthful lady, about college age stops me at the front door and ask whom I'm here to see. I paw her my concern card. She gets up and nous over to a valet de chambre at a desk only a duad of rows back from her. She hands him my business sector card. He gets up and adjusts his attire before he comes over to me.

He comes over and says,"Mr. Greene, did I miss an electronic mail telling us that you were going to be in town visiting ?"He asks.

"No, no announcement. Is it possible to get all the district handler in a group discussion room ?"I ask.

The gentleman nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to steer to a group discussion room in the middle of the back wall.

I join them all. Dakota takes a rear in the street corner of the room.

"Hello everyone, as you probably have heard, I'm David Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I thought I would stop in to say how-do-you-do and ask if things are going well,"I say to them.

No one speaks.

I point to a young dame and ask her gens and her numbers for her district.

"My name is rosita Gonzalez. I've been a dominion manager for just over a year, however, I've been working here for about 6 long time now. My district is doing OK. We are having great Edgar Albert Guest assay average. Our managers have been in spot for at least one year or thirster. We are fully staffed at the restaurants, however, a couple of the restaurants need some physical repair, such as booth seats and flooring in a duet of spots. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to lay down it more convenient to the carryout purchase order as we are all over the place. The staffs all work hard and only one of our units is having an offspring with roadwork in their country, causing number with parking and availableness,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her territorial dominion's numbers up and she is compensate on with all the information. I see that the last health section inspection mentioned the split booth hindquarters, which I promise to aid her get fixed.

I announce my new design for the territory managers schedule. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hour already, which makes me happy. The only real alteration is to add the one Saturday a calendar month and cause them need the following Tuesday instead. No one seems to out of plaza about it. I am happy with the outcome of this district. I thank them and leave the district office.

I tell the chauffeur to head up back to the jet, which she heads towards. The drive through the traffic takes us about an hour to get to the jet. The entire sentence we are driving, the rainwater continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limo by the whole tone and opens the trunk for us.

I hand her three $ 100 bills for a tip. She tries to wane, and I put them in her hand and fold her hand closed. We take our handbag up the stairs and into the planer. She starts the limo and drives off.

Once again, we sit on the couch together. However, this time, we keep our apparel on.

"pa, we didn't find anyone to add dwelling house,"Dakota says to me.

"No, we didn't, but why don't you call young lady and have her come over to the house tonight,"I say to her. She wrinkles her cute nose at me but pulls out her phone and dials up the number.

As we accelerate the jet, I feel the charade and it seems to be a knifelike angle.

The flying home was uneventful. Dakota slept on my chest almost the entire trip. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limousine. We grabbed our old bag and walked down the footmark. Fred took both of our grip and put them into the tree trunk. He closed the doorway behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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