The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got coiffure quickly for the ‘ introduction particular date ’. Neither one of the participants knew ahead of time that they had already met their dinner day of the month. That was my own little laugh, at least it was funny in my top dog. When I told Jill about it, I got a vast eyeroll and a shake of her head.

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

I stayed conservative in my garb. I wore a short-change sleeved collared shirt and a pair of nice jeans. Jill wore a denim annulus and a cute blouse, that I wanted to consume off her as it highlighted her beautiful contour line.

We went to Heidi Longmire's home first. I decided to do that for safety cause. 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 accession to information about him that he probably didn't even know was available.

When we got to Heidi's house, I got out and went to the front room access. It was a courteous clean house. The one thousand was mowed, and she had a cute little flowerbed against the front facing of the menage. One thing I did notice was that she had no big tree. She had a couple of George Herbert Walker Bush but no heavy trees.

I rang the doorbell and heard her yell,"delay on, I'm coming,"she said. Of course, in my head, the jest of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the presence of my poor fish brain. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the door and the deadbolt before she opened the door.

When she did spread the front door, there stood before me a beautifully thin gymnastic woman. She was wearing a pair of wearing apparel jeans and a overnice blouse. In my promontory, 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 front door back up, including the deadbolt.

"You can never be too deliberate,"she said to me putting her key into the bolt lock chamber.

"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 limousine. Fred has the door open up and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in first then me. Since I wasn't sure if Heidi knew my wife or not, I did introductions.

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

"Heidi, this is my gorgeous wife, 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 suspicion,"I tell her trying to be cagey, but she is a pro inquisitor, so I must find out my step.

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

"Well, he has two oculus, one nozzle, and a pair of sassing,"I tell her as I see Jill's eyes roster again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might have seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two eyes you say ? That must realise him special. Any other characteristic you care to parcel ?"She asks obviously playing along.

"wellspring let's see, yeah, he puts his bloomers on one leg at a clock time and he wears horseshoe,"I say to her causing her to laugh.

"underworld, this is fun. I haven't even met the guy and already its considerably than my net two dates,"Heidi says. This causes Jill to now rise into the conversation.

"Heidi, tell me, how hard is it for someone like yourself, a Federal federal agent to find person to have a relationship with ?"Jill asks.

"Well, it's tough. You start off just like every other meeting. You try to hedge telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extreme point or the former. Either they want to tell you their police force connection, or for some reason, they hate the Law Enforcement delegacy that you work for. Then you must keep on an eye out that you're not being followed from the office to your home 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 say you that they will always spot you before you spot them. It does make things difficult, that's probably why so many agents engagement and marry other agentive role,"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 ending mathematical group of the great unwashed that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way thing are going these daytime, it only gets more unmanageable, which is why I chose to take a chance 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 had canceled all his acknowledgment menu and emptied their bank accounting. It sort of puts a damper on what should throw been a nice even,"she says.

I feel for her. I went through some of those dates before I met Jill and I am grateful every night 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 Saint Patrick's front end door. I'm smiling the whole walk to the door.

I let her ring the bell. We hear"handgrip on, I'll be right there,"and some step coming to the front door.

Patrick opens the room access. There is a sandbag quiet from both people. They both look at me as if I've just grown two heads.

"Patrick, I would like to bring in you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would like to preface you to Patrick Meyers"I say smiling.

I guess to act as along, Patrick reaches his hand out and milkshake Heidi's hand.

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

"OK, guys here's the deal. I had intended to introduce you two before the whole affair with Aurora happened. There was no way to avoid you Guy meeting, so I just kept my back talk 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.

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

"Actually, I don't. It's a hunch. You both work insane hours, you both have a in force 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 while,"I say to them smiling.

They look at each other, shrug their shoulder and proceeded to head to the limo. Patrick must lay off and go back to the front threshold to lock the top bolt lock.

"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 house surety David,"St. Patrick says to me.

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

"St. Patrick this is my married woman Jill,"I say to him.

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

Patrick says,"Jill, it's nice to meet you. I do have a question for you,"he says to Jill.

"Go ahead,"

"How do you put up with this guy's knucklehead antics ?"Saint Patrick asks Jill.

"Well, I kind of wealthy person to since I married the dumbass,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Patrick to laugh.

The ride to the eating place went smoothly as Fred knew a unretentive cut on a one-way road that saved us hitting three extra traffic lights.

When we arrived at Longhorn's steakhouse, Patrick's center lit up.

"Hot tinker's damn, I love this place. I haven't been quite a while, but their food is grand. Heidi, what do you think of this place ?"He asks all smiles and fully of energy, which made me exhale just a bit. Now if we can get Heidi to jest around a bit then maybe the evening will go well.

As the four of us were walking into the eating house, my phone bombination.

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

I look at the text message. It 's from Dakota"Plane ready for tomorrow for a trip to Seattle. Will we be staying over or coming home tomorrow night ?"

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

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

The hostess tells us that there's about a half hour wait for a mesa for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there pass to be four seats together at the bar. Patrick and I pull the seats out for the ma'am then we take the outside two tush. The barmaid, a long-haired brunette with thin eyebrows and green eyes ask what we want for drinks and do we want an appetizer while we wait.

Patrick ask Heidi,"Do you have a penchant for a drink ?"

"How about just a squeamish chicken feed of vino. Maybe a Cabernet ?"she says to him.

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

Patrick rules of order a Cabernet for Heidi and a wickedness beer for himself. I order a merlot for Jill and a coke for myself.

"You don't potable ?"Saint Patrick asks me.

"No, not really,"I tell him.

"Anyone want to order 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 highschool school, I went to San Diego State Department University and then Law school. I applied to the bureau in my last year of law school and was accepted,"she tells us.

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

"Yep, I grew up in a lowly townsfolk called San Marino. We lived in a belittled home plate on Vega street. I screwed around in high school and graduated with a C+ average. I really had no intentions of going to college. I took care of all the cleansing in the firm since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did carpentry, cabinetry mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an accounting firm. Since I did all the cleaning at our menage, it was an easy leap to starting my own clientele, cleaning other the great unwashed's home plate,"Patrick tells us.

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

"About 8 eld now. Until the thing the other day, I was considering trying to enlarge the clientele towards Beverly Hills. You got me thinking about potential customers I'm leaving on the tabular array since your rest home is the simply one that my company takes precaution of,"Saint Patrick says to us.

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

"Well, I don't regret not going to college. Yet, all those parties that you see on TV, I would have liked to attend one or two, but alas I chose to figure out instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law school, did you get hazardous and softheaded ?"Saint Patrick asks.

"wild and crazy ? No, not at all. I had my passel set on where I wanted to be and thus, I kept my nose to the Christian Bible. I don't think I was even invited to a college party, let alone go to one,"she says after another long sip of her wine.

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

"Nope. Jill is a leatherneck and I spent most of my grownup lifespan working in the eating place business,"I tell them.

"Well, if she's war machine and you're a eating place guy, how did you two fulfil ? Did she come into your restaurant and it was have sex at first sight ?"He says to me.

"She was my trainer at the limo company,"I tell them, which gets a couple of odd tone from Patrick and Heidi.

"I took a job learning to be a chauffeur at Happy, Happee Limo and Jill was my trainer. Although I was dating someone 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 Saint Patrick and Heidi to laugh. I get poked in the costa for the joke.

Our little coaster buzzes telling us that our mesa is ready. We get up and manoeuver back to the air hostess bandstand. I hand her the buzzing thing and she takes the four of us to a nice table towards the back of the restaurant's briny floor.

Both Patrick and I hold out the chairperson for our lady who give each of us a cultured ‘ thank you ’.

As the hostess hands us the carte's she tells us that the specials for the dark are inside the carte. We thank her and she heads back to the hostess stand.

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine. I order up another spyglass for the ladies, another beer for Patrick and another coke for myself. I also parliamentary procedure an appetiser for the table. It 's my common cheesy stuffed mushroom cloud, I tell our Guest that it's one of the things that I love about Longhorn. The waitress smiles at the appetiser ordering and fountainhead off.

Jill sees some kind of salmon salad at the table future to us and decides to order it. Heidi looks over at the same table and decides to 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 purchase order steaks, just seems wrong.

When the waitress comes back with our starter purchase order, she offers to take our dinner party order. She asks first if the bill will be fork or all together.

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

Patrick, being a gentleman, parliamentary procedure Heidi's dinner party then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak with a baked Solanum tuberosum fully loaded, a theater salad with spread dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of baked white potato vine soup which she says they make a wonderful variation of that soup.

Jill likes the idea of a cup of soup as well. I monastic order her Salmon River salad along with a cup of the baked potato soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak, metier rare, baked Solanum tuberosum fully loaded and a salad with 1000 islands dressing and extra tomatoes and no Allium cepa. We were all smiling when the waitress left the table with our order.

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

"Jill, would you like to tell the write up, 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 entirely time.

"Patrick and Heidi, on our second night working together, one of the other number one wood's was in a horrible traffic accident. We had longtime node arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the closest limo to go pick up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the buck private jet area of the airport. We didn't have the right car to pick them up and didn't have sufficiency sentence to get to the office and swap cars, so we just went to the aerodrome. 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 backward 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 accident. I also apologized for not having the correct vehicle for them and made the conclusion to give them the service for free. Jill asked if we needed to stop 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 actuate up in the worldly concern, he's got a place for person like me,"I tell them.

"Are you going to distinguish 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 work, yet you get the big tip and I don't,"Jill says smiling and giggling as she takes another sip of her merlot.

"postponement a minute, 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 repose is chronicle,"I tell them,

"Jacques Louis David, you said you were dating someone else when you met Jill ?"Heidi asks.

"Yep, sure was. I spoke to the noblewoman that I was dating, her gens 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 motorcar accident. She tried to prognosticate our honcho, who didn't reply. She tried to yell a close friend, who also didn't solution. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at urban center 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 hallways and burst into the examination room. There was the most beautiful, and pitiable looking charwoman I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the report. Of course, Jill was playfully shaking her head no through half the story.

"Hey, my taradiddle, I tell it my way,"I say to Jill who just grin and pokes me again in the ribs.

"Well, they had her hopped up on pretty austere pain sensation medication, what was it again affectionately, Morphine ?"I asked.

She just nodded her head yes.

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

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

Our food for thought arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

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

Jill result first,"Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am thankful that my help has a good head for Numbers. Jacques Louis David pirated her away from a Mercedes dealership because they weren't treating her right. Here she was selling David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to give her credit for selling one. She went on the test crusade with David and he made her a job offer. She didn't accept until she was sure that they were going to screw her over and not give her the full commission,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to comment on our chore at Jaxson Inc. a somebody tapped me on the berm from behind me. I turned to see missy, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one nighttime a couplet of weeks ago who stayed at the star sign for three days.

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

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

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

"Saint David, I got a new cell phone. Let me give you my new phone number, so when you have another party at your house, you can remember to invite me,"she says smiling. In my head, that wasn't too bad of a statement that I would have to explain.

She writes her phone figure down on a guest check, kisses me on the impudence and point off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the unhurt time.

"Um, David, do random charwoman just come up to you and return you their telephone set routine and a kiss before trying to receive themselves to one of your parties ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill answers,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever ideate. He gets women pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a careen star and we just live in his world,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a detail facial aspect and then just kind of accept that answer.

I decide to try and narrow the answer down to keep Heidi from getting too suspicious.

"Heidi, Missy got invited to a party we had various weeks ago by a friend of a friend thing. She had a neat time. We had several exclusive guys and I think she may give collected just about every bingle guy's phone number at the company. She sent me a card a week or so later telling me it was one of the in effect company she had been to in a retentive, long time,"I tell Heidi.

"The spirit of a CEO,"Patrick says.

I see that we are finishing up with our dinner party. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the evacuate plate off the table, I ask to see a afters menu. Patrick's eyes light up, but the ladies seemed rather full.

I know that no issue how wide Jill is, she's a sucker for the yellowish brown apple stampede. Patrick asks Heidi if she would care to split their hot chocolate stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

I place the sweet order for Jill and I and Saint Patrick orders for Heidi and him.

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

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

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

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

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

The waitress comes back to the table with our afters. I see Jill's eyes light up seeing the buff apple dessert. As Jill and I get to share the afters, I notice that Heidi and Saint Patrick have basically forgotten about Jill and me and take off chatting and feeding each other. I am smiling from ear to ear, all the while being poked in the costa by Jill.

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

After about 15 mo or so, the waitress delivers me the check. I put my recognition posting on the top of the little ledger, and she takes the unit affair. Jill and I just sit there watching St. Patrick and Heidi be friendly but very close to being intimate. In my head, I hit it out of the park on this one.

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

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

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

"Do you await to stick around overnight, or will you bring back tomorrow night ?"Jill asks.

"fountainhead, right now I'm expecting to come home tomorrow night. I'll schoolbook you or make Dakota call you if things change,"I say to Jill. She nods her fountainhead in acceptance.

As Jill and I are just chatting, Saint Patrick and Heidi suddenly become self-aware that they have been having their own private piddling conversation.

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

"No worries guy wire, that's what this was all about. For you two to foregather under relaxed circumstance and maybe, just maybe you two would hit it off,"I say to them.

"Of course, if you marry and have lots of child, then I get all the credit,"I say to them laughing. Once again Jill gives me the big eyeroll and a poke in the ribs. Saint Patrick and Heidi laugh as well, although neither one says anything to my comment about marriage and babies.

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

"Are we through for the night or would you rib like a overnice stumble down to the beach or along Sunset cartoon strip ?"I ask.

"St. David, while this has been one of the best nights that I've had in quite a long time, I do receive work in the sunup. So, unfortunately, I must cry it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to take Patrick house first then we will sink off Heidi. I see them learn their telephone out and switch over speech sound numbers game. Jill looks at me and smiles, my stupid architectural plan worked.

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

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his front door and they kiss. Not one of those I'm going to fuck your brains out kiss, but a courteous adult end of the eventide first escort buss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

Heidi walks pensively down the walk to the limo, where Fred has the doorway surface waiting for her.

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

"Thank you, David, this has been a wonderful evening. I think that St. Patrick and I are going to try and maybe meet for a lately chocolate or a dessert one night this workweek,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the shiner. I am so very glad that my dullard program worked and two mass who work their ass off may now make a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his stupid ego. If you and Patrick become good friends or hell buff, then Jacques Louis David will give birth a story 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 well-chosen my trivial plan worked.

When we got to Heidi's household, Fred holds the doorway undetermined for Heidi. I get another osculation on the impertinence as she's getting out of the limo. Jill and I watch her walk to her front door where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the door and gets in the driver's buttocks to acquire us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the necessary push button to open the logic gate, He stops the car by the presence doorway and lets Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the courtyard and nous back towards the limo return for the car. I figure that Fred has about one More minute of employment. 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 respective the great unwashed either in the kitchen or in the TV room. They all ask Jill how the non-date date went. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a respectable match. She kisses me and recount me that she loves me and hopes that I know she is just teasing.

"Of path, I know you're just teasing me. That's what married couplet do my darling,"I say to her.

I see Dakota sitting in another of my gabardine tee shirts. I lean over her, osculate her on the cheek and recount her that I figure we should leave about 11 or so to head to the aerodrome. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is gear up. I kiss her again and narrate her expert night. Jill and I head down the hallway to our sleeping room.

I pull my backpack out to take with me just in compositor's case. I also put a pair of shortstop and a tee shirt in the backpack.

Jill sheds her apparel and rise into bed. I shed my own wearing apparel as well and get into bed with her. We embrace each other and buss for a while before we drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When my center opened in the morning, only Jill was in bed with me. I slipped out of bed and headed into the bathroom for my daybreak rituals and a shower.

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

I was kind of excite as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the bedroom to the kitchen. Most of the good morning grouping are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit surprised as John only seems to be eating a bowl of cereal.

As each of the ladies'head toward their vehicles, the kitchen thins out. Dakota pours me a methamphetamine hydrochloride of pineapple juice and buss me before she sits down with her cup of coffee.

I see that someone left the TV on and I hear that the weather condition in Seattle will be showery. I remind Dakota to be for sure to bring her cute raincoat and her slip validation shoes. She tells me that she already has them next to her nightlong bag at the front door. 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 get to get intemperately. She feels me and wiggles her ass a petty more.

In my head, I figure since the trajectory clip is a twain of hours, her and I will probably play a bit in the jet.

As John finishes his grain, he gathers his own backpack and heads towards his hand truck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking Saint John to slow down as she wants to get a cup of umber to subscribe to with her. He just laughs and says he'll wait in the hand truck for her cunning ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how much privy has matured over the past few calendar month and I think that he needs a new undertaking to work on, however, I'm not sure what the appropriate project might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID check project. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the tugboat that we bought back to full stipulation. Paula is working on keeping the three limo party running smoothly. Donna has the birdsong shopping centre firing on all cylinders. BJ is helping Jill on their inventory transition project. Danni is handling the front response domain just fine now that she is getting a lunch prisonbreak. Tina and her Mom in Phoenix are feeding me well intel on the two building that we have bought down there. And, of course, Dakota is being the full assistant possible. Amy is running the house and keeping things in check. The two chefs are making everyone well-chosen with their top-quality cooking. The porn twins and the CG boys are doing a Nice job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a fiend, trying to keep things going in the pornography industry. Belinda is now seeing someone in the industry and that is finely 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 straits that he could be doing something more.

Watching the morning TV, I see that the shot of the Mexican Drug Cartel is still in the news program cycle.

I looked at my cellular phone and saw that I missed a text message from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a wonderful even and said that she and Patrick have a java date in a couple 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 case. As I came out of my bedchamber, my darling Dakota was coming out of hers. Mom also came out of her bedroom, but not with Fred.

"Mom, where's Fred ?"

"He's getting a limousine to hire you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to pick me up a muffuletta from that marvelous Italian eatery,"she tells me.

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

Dakota told me that the limousine was expected to be here in about 15 minutes or so. I sat down on the couch in the living room to just think about John and delay for the limo. When I saw it pull up up, I still had not figured out what to do with privy. I called for Dakota ; she came bounding out of her sleeping room towards me.

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limo. Once again, Fred stood with the back door afford. I tossed our dish into the automobile 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 cheek and sat proper future to me. Since she was in her usual piazza, next to me, I felt her hired hand on my stopcock almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get unvoiced with her deal stroking me. In just consequence, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably decelerate traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and fish out my now severely cock. 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 mitt on the back of her head. She swallowed me as she has done many multiplication before. I just laid my head back on the hindquarters as she bobbed her head up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her body up to be sideways on the limo seat. I gently pulled her boxershorts aside to expose her moist cunt. Inserting two fingers into her, I could sense her oral cavity tighten around my turncock swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two fingerbreadth inside of her pussy, I used my quarter round to rub little roundabout on her button. This made her moan on my stopcock. I thrust it as deep into her oral cavity as I could get. She swallowed my manhood as far as she could take it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her throat. She kept bobbing her question up and down. As I kept pushing my fingers into her pussy with heedless abandon, she began moaning more and more on my humanity. I felt her getting wetter and surface-active agent. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a third, then a fourthly finger inside of her and thrust in and out repeatedly. My script was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her first acme,"OH GAWD pop, I LOVE YOU SO very much. I'M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU,"she says to me as I feel her pussy splatter my paw and wrist.

She swallows my prick once again, but not until I feel her scrumptious pussy 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 gallon of my man juice into her accepting mouth. I pull my deal from her slit and figure out the tasty orgasmic juices off it.

She just smiles at me and snuggles her promontory into my chest as the limo keep moving towards the airport. Soon, Fred puts the privacy sectionalization down a match of inch to let us do it that we are only about two minutes away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two min pass, Fred pulls the limo up next to the jet and gets out, opening the proboscis first. I take both dish and put four $ 100 banker's bill into his shirt scoop, even though he tries to politely reject the tip. I thank him for his hard employment and remind him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

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

The opening door last and the co-pilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her cute picayune boxers and Pisces the Fishes my cock out of my pants and impales herself on me as we accelerate down the rails and into the air. I have to say, that Dakota's snatch going up and down on my humanness as we went down the runway was quite the awesome feeling.

It didn't take Dakota long before I felt her hit her first orgasmic blossom. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronc. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the couch poke my peter as deep into her as I could get. I put her small ankles over my articulatio humeri essentially bending her in one-half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her pussy splash my prick and globe over and over again.

Her eyes were rolling into her mind as I was thrusting hard into her."OH DADDY, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS brand ME feeling SO WONDERFUL WHEN YOU'RE DEEP interior OF ME. consider ME, YOU KNOW THAT I'M YOURS NOW AND FOREVER,"she says as we both continue to top out together.

I keep fucking her with all that I have. I know that we haven't had sex in quite a few days, but what we are both feeling right now is about the most amazing that I've felt in a twain of hebdomad, 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 drawers back up. She snuggles into my chest. I begin kissing her and she responds. I stretch out on the couch and she lays on top of me, just wrapping her limb 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 project to ease up St. John. He is doing well, but he seems to postulate 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 prognosticate what you need. Let him plow you. I will be uncommitted to him, via telephone set at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your assistant for a solid week. This will open 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 solution. I know that I'm going to fuck her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my pecker hardening once again.

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

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

I feel her delightful petty hands shedding my pants once again. She sheds all her clothes this time and spins around putting her tasty kitty-cat over my waiting sass. I begin to bat and suck her pussy swallowing every bead of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, swallow my hard dick.

As I'm licking and sucking her puss, I move deeper and set about thrashing and sucking on her asshole. I thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I can realize it go. She roars with another orgasm blasting through her consistence. I sit up and draw out her around to face away from me. I spread her ass cheeks and thrust my manhood into her anal cavity. She moans as we begin to stuff up and down on each other. Her body is splashing my crotch with her womanly juice. She cums over and over onto me. I just stay fresh thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just groan and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her small lithe body onto my cock over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my crotch with her pussy juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a spell. The pilot program comes onto the speaker and lets us know that we are just a few minutes from landing. I hear the landing gear lock chamber into blank space. Dakota and I uncouple and begin to clean ourselves off with the towels that we have in the overhead cabinet towards the back of the plane.

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

"Of form, 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 track. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her arms around me as the bicycle touch the pavement of the runway.

"daddy, maybe we can find someone to play with for the ride menage,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a ripe idea, but I probably could take dialed up missy to take the trip with us. But we'll see how things play out.

When the jet finds a parking spot, I see out the window that a limo is waiting for us. Of course, as the weatherman predicted, it is raining.

Once we are parked, the copilot opens the crosshatch and extends the stairs down to the primer. I grab both of our dish and watch my darling Dakota down the steps to the limo. The driver takes the bags puts them in the torso as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I hand the device driver the inaugural district berth that I want to shoot the breeze. She thanks me for having an address ready and she heads towards the territorial dominion position.

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

We walk to the forepart door of the district office. 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 away a seat. I begin to walk through the room, without anyone even saying a Holy Writ to me. When I get to the book binding of the room, I ask a nice looking Lady if there is anyone that I could speak to. She asks me what it would be about.

"well, I just walked through the entire 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, someone, to verbalise to. She gets up and heads towards a distich of guy 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 someone to prevent me from walking through this district business office. Where's your receptionist ?"I ask.

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

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

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

"Read the whole card,"I tell him.

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

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

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

"Can you put together all the district manager that are here into one group discussion 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 gather all the district managers in a conference room,"I tell him.

He decides to call out it across the way,"Everyone, all the territorial dominion managers are to head 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 chair in the corner with her assistant 's notebook out.

"howdy, I'm St. David Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. The very company that owns this company. Energy Department everyone here understand who I am ?"I ask.

I get pretty much unison in a confident fountainhead nod.

"Well, at to the lowest degree I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the important issues. We are a eatery group. Which means that we work when our customers are not working. Does everyone understand that ?"I ask.

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

"How many 60 minutes a workweek do you each oeuvre ?"I ask.

muteness in the room.

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

Again, silence.

"Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 hours a workweek and before you begin to indicate with me, I had payroll department 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 meter 5 mean solar day a week equals 30 minute,"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 silence, that you don't disagree with my math. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will descend into the position at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an hour for lunch. You are not allowed to leave at 4:30 pm and call that utmost hour your lunch. I also, expect each of you to work one Saturday a month. In place of the Sat, you will get Tuesday off. Ladies and gentlemen, we will bring for a living and we will be uncommitted to your general manager. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 60 minutes a hebdomad, then you might need to pop off this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

"I have seen a continual diminution in our boilers suit performance. Can anyone explicate to me why all of our routine have dropped ?"I ask the room not really expecting an answer.

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

"Please explain,"I say to him.

"We have been leaving early and coming in late. You've hit it on the read/write head that we are a company that should be working when our client are playing,"the young man says to me.

"I'm sorry, I don't do it your gens,"I say to him.

"I'm Ralph Jones. I've been a dominion manager for about 3 month,"he says to me.

"Mr. Mother Jones, what are the act for your territory ?"I ask, wondering if he really knows his district or if he's just trying to glow me on.

"well, my district cut-rate sale are flat to last year, however, we have two restaurants that are in a state of agitation as they are short staffed with at least two key management people missing. We also have one of those restaurant, in a roadwork sphere. The urban center of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the work will live on until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be longer than that as they didn't even get started until three calendar week ago. Also, we have two eatery, that are severely understaffed, and I have put an ad in the newspaper and on the local job board sites. We need at least a 12 furrow cooks and server in those two restaurants,"he tells me. I'm really move with this guy. He knows where his district's numbers are and is willing to talk openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Jones'dominion numbers.

"Mr. Robert Tyre Jones, I also see that your guest check average is the eminent in the market. Your coach have more tenure than anyone else in the market. You came through the system starting as a tune cook and are now a district manager, being the General Manager of the year last year. You are well liked by your managing director and they tell me in the every quarter survey that when you step into the eatery, you will jump in where needed to help the faculty,"I say to him, in front of the other district director.

Once again, there is secretiveness. I point to someone else and ask the Same dubiousness,"What are your territorial dominion's numbers ?"

"Um, they're OK. Nothing particular. I have a couple of good restaurants, and a couple of restaurants that need some service, But we'll get better with metre,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"Dean McMillian,"he tells me.

I look him up on the system of rules and he's second from the freighter in virtually every class that we measure.

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

"Does anyone else have any information about their districts ?"I ask the way.

No one says a word.

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

Two stage set of keys are tossed into the middle of the table and two cat stand up and set out to walk out.

"Gentlemen, 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 toss away their keys into the center of the table,"I say. However, I see another two guys that appear to be considering it. One of them stands up and says,"Yeah, I'm not going to bust my ass only for you to flip me out the room access in 90 days,"he says as he tosses his tonality into the center of the tabular array and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just keeps on stepping out the front door.

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The room is silent.

"Ok, then where would I find Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Williams ?"I ask. Mr. Daniel Jones excuses himself and walks out into the main room of the district office staff. He goes to three desks that have women sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled face on their face.

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

"Ladies, there have been three openings in our dominion for three new hand hopefully hard-working district managers. Are all three of you bequeath to adopt on the job of being a territorial dominion manager ?"I ask.

"Sir, are you kidding us ?"One of the ma'am asks.

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

They look at each other and nod their heads yes.

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

"You will work 45 time of day a hebdomad, at a minimum. You should know your act at any meter of the day or night. You should have your managers being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a manager tree in my back yard, so it is up to you to keep your restaurants fully stocked with manager,"I tell them.

"Oh, and one Sir Thomas More thing, don't be afraid to parachute in when you go to one of your eating place and they are short staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unheralded visits from time to time. I expect that your restaurant will be running well, no subject if I'm there visiting or not. Take care of your staff and your customer and things will get advantageously,"I tell them before I thank them for their time and leave.

Dakota is smiling. She knows that there will b Thomas More people let go before all is better.

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limo, I paw the chauffeur another trip of paper. This one is an address for a district business office outside of the city of Seattle, in a town called Kirkland. It is a suburb of Seattle. The trip from the first district office to the one in Kirkland takes about half an hour. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her raincoat and non-skid rain boots.

When we get there, a nice young ma'am, about college age stops me at the front threshold and ask whom I'm here to see. I hand her my business concern board. She gets up and heads over to a valet de chambre at a desk only a couple of rows back from her. She hands him my business card. He gets up and adjusts his attire before he comes over to me.

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

"No, no announcement. Is it possible to get all the dominion managers in a league room ?"I ask.

The gentleman nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to head to a conference room in the eye of the spine wall.

I join them all. Dakota takes a seat in the 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 hello and ask if matter are going well,"I say to them.

No one speaks.

I point to a unseasoned ma'am and ask her figure and her numbers for her district.

"My name is Centaurium calycosum Gonzalez. I've been a district manager for just over a yr, however, I've been working here for about 6 old age now. My district is doing OK. We are having neat guest check averages. Our handler have been in shoes for at least one year or longer. We are fully staffed at the restaurants, however, a distich of the restaurants need some physical stamping ground, such as booth seats and flooring in a couple of berth. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to do it more convenient to the carryout orderliness as we are all over the situation. The faculty all work hard and only one of our whole is having an issue with roadwork in their area, causing effect with parking and accessibility,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her territorial dominion's numbers up and she is right on with all the information. I see that the last wellness department inspection mentioned the split up booth seats, which I promise to help her get fixed.

I announce my new programme for the district managers docket. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 minute already, which makes me happy. The simply real change is to add the one Saturday a month and bear them consider the following Tuesday instead. No one seems to out of home about it. I am happy with the termination of this district. I thank them and leave the territory office.

I tell the chauffeur to head back to the jet, which she heads towards. The drive through the traffic takes us about an 60 minutes to get to the jet. The entire time we are driving, the pelting continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limo by the footprint and opens the luggage compartment for us.

I handwriting her three $ 100 nib for a tip. She tries to go down, and I put them in her hired hand and fold her hand closed. We take our bags up the step and into the plane. She starts the limo and drives off.

Once again, we sit on the put together. However, this fourth dimension, we keep our wearing apparel on.

"pop, we didn't find anyone to bring 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 star sign 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 takeoff and it seems to be a sharp angle.

The escape habitation was uneventful. Dakota slept on my chest almost the intact tripper. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limo. We grabbed our bags and walked down the measure. Fred took both of our bags and put them into the trunk. He closed the threshold behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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