The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The Investigation Menachem Begin

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

The next morning when I woke up, I found myself in bed with both Jill and Dakota once again. Jill faced away from my back and Dakota was all snuggled into me with her precious ass pushed up against my groin.

Once again, my vesica ruled my brain urging me to head to the toilet. I quietly moved out of the bed and into the bathroom.

After finishing my first light duty, I washed my work force and came out of the bathroom looking at my two lovelies still sleeping. I put on a dyad of shorts and a tee shirt and headed out to the kitchen grabbing my phone off the charger on the way out.

Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a chicken feed of juice and just sat at the kitchen table seeing Bobby and Sammy still putting affair away from yesterday's political party. Looking at all they were still putting away, I just figured that my boy whoremonger would be in left-over heaven.

Both Jennifer and Sharon came out to the kitchen as well. Each one kissed me before they sat down. Bobby flicked the switch and the chocolate pot roared to life making both ladies smile.

As we sat there, I asked,"Ladies, is it me or has John been looking and acting much more mature ?"

Jennifer started,"Are you kidding us, David ? He's been trying so toilsome these past few months to emulate you that how could he NOT look and act more than mature. holy place crap, you are old enough to really be his Father, and for that, I am so grateful. Many time, when I hear Dakota birdcall you ‘ Daddy'I think that maybe Gospel According to John should be calling you the Saame thing. You have done more for him in the past few months than his biological founding father ever did,"she says to me with a big smiling on her face.

Sharon adds,"Jeeze David, he dresses like you, he shaves every day even on Sunday, he handles himself in a much more mature manner, he has shown you and Jill that he is really responsible for and when times got a bit chilling he buckled down and made for sure all of us ladies were safe and secure, starting with Jennifer and Diane,"she says before leaning into me and giving me a kiss.

visual perception Sharon do that, caused Jennifer to do the same.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 8 am. I had to think a moment as to what day it was, but then remembered it was Sunday. I heard a bash at the social movement threshold. Jennifer got up and went to the door, opening it carefully. A with child man with half an unlit cigar in his back talk showed her his FBI identification. She asked why he was here, and he told her that he needed to verbalize to me. She called out to me.

When I reached the front door, I opened it astray and invited the valet inside. He declined and asked me to pace outside, which I did.

I saw several broker buzzing around taking pic and measurements.

"hullo, Mr. Graham Greene. I'm Captain Perez. Washington sent me to wield the investigation of yesterday's shooting,"he told me.

"Well, Captain, it's Saint David. Mr. Graham Greene is my deceased Father,"I tell him.

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI communications protocol requires me to name you Mister until the case is wrapped up,"he explains which was the first sentence somebody had rebuffed my attempts to be called David, which I was fine with since it made sense.

"fountainhead, headwaiter. Let me ask, how are all your agents ?"Looking at him, causing me to squinch a bit looking towards the morning sun.

I stepped a brace of steps to his side to avoid looking into the sun. He turned with me and said,"All the agents are fine. The most dangerous one was agentive role Don…um…hold on for a sec while I check my notes. Oh, here it is, broker Don McHenry. Yes, he's fine. The infirmary stitched him up and sent him nursing home late conclusion Night,"he tells me.

I summon Sharon over and severalize her the news. She kisses me on the face and runs off to get her telephone set. In literally seconds, I see her chatting with someone, whom I assume is Agent Don. I see her smile. She puts her earpiece down and comes back to me telling me she is heading over to his house to ‘ hire care of him'all the patch she is smiling her big beautiful smile. I check with the headwaiter to make sure it is OK for her to leave, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

She quickly heads off to change clothes and go see Agent Don.

master Perez begins,"Mr. Greene, I hope you understand that it's aught personal, but you are a defendant as well,"he tells me in a sincere manner.

"May I offer your probe some assistance ?"I ask.

"How can you do that ?"

"I can make you a DVD of all of our security department camera in just a few minutes if you are concern ?"I ask.

"Absolutely,"he tells me.

I invite him inside and he follows me to the security system setup in the kitchen. He looks at the security measure frame-up and nods his head in approval.

"master just give me a duet of minutes and I'll have that DVD for you,"I tell him.

"Mr. Greene, do you cause a transcript of the other shooting your business firm took a couple of calendar week ago as well ?"

"Of course of instruction, would you like a written matter of that as well ?"I ask him. He nods his head in approval. I wait for yesterday's shooting to be copied to the DVD disk before I callup the other shot and begin to copy it as well.

I put the for the first time DVD into a clear case and mitt it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a platter of sum out. Bobby begins to enclose up respective steaks into a large piece of tinfoil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 ribs into two large art object of tinfoil When all the meat is wrapped up, they put the three piece of music of enfold inwardness into a paper bag and helping hand it to Captain Perez, who tries politely to refuse. They won't hear of it and force him to take the report bag.

I just smiling.

I ask him if he would wish a cup of coffee, he declines to say that he needs to get back away to supervise his guys and the investigation.

"Captain, may we discuss someone from the City Police for a mates of minutes ?"I say as we are walking back towards the front door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are familiar with a City Police police lieutenant Horowitz. I mean, I'm not certain if limited Agent Fernandez made mention of him in his news report or not,"I say to the Captain.

"fountainhead, yes there were a couple of annotation about him, but what do you want to say about Lt. Vladimir Horowitz ?"He asks.

"Don't combine him. He's about as shady as a cop can get without getting booted off the forcefulness. It is my apprehension that he is quietly being investigated by the US Attorney,"I tell him.

"fountainhead, Mr. Greene, it's to a greater extent than just an investigation, but I believe that he is on the scepter of being indicted,"He tells me putting his finger to his lips indicating that I'm not supposed to say anything. I nod my header approving to acknowledge his request for me to be silent on the matter.

Once back outside, Captain puts his solid food and the DVDs into his agency vehicle. He reaches into his sac and bridge player me his carte du jour. I see it has the Hoover building address on it from DC.

"So, you're actually from DC ?"I ask.

"Yes, I am. There are places that are rattling to be, but parts of DC are just as ghetto as some of the more well-known ghettos across the area such as Watts and South-Central LA. I live in Virginia, but I work in DC,"he tells me.

"Well, I'm probably going to be stopping in DC sometime later this week. My company just bought a tower and I need to go visit it,"I tell him.

"Which towboat ?"

"We bought the one that was owned by the Kraft company,"I tell him.

"Oh, I hope you're going to clean that building up. It was built a little less than ten years ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is lots of money spent ensuring that edifice stay clean and smashing in appearance, but not the Kraft building. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking care of it the instant it became occupied,"he tells me, which really surprised me that we would get such an honest perspective of the building.

"fountainhead, it's no longer going to be called the kraft building. We're renaming it the Eagle. We have renamed all of the towers that we bought after a bird of some sorting,"I tell him.

"Where else did you buy ?"He asks.

"fountainhead, here in LA, which we call the Hawk. One in Tampa, which we call the Flamingo, one in capital of Wisconsin WI which we call the Snowy Owl, and one in Toronto that we call the Blue Jay,"I tell him.

"That will be overnice to change the name calling to give mass the understanding that ownership has changed,"the Captain says.

"We're also looking at one in Atlanta, that if we get it, we will predict that one the Falcon and one in Phoenix that we will call in the Cardinal, there's also a potential one in Dallas that we would call the Vulture,"I tell him.

He nods indicating he understands but asks,"I see some of the birds coincide with mutant team, capital of Georgia, Toronto, and capital of Arizona. However, some don't make any sense,"he says to me.

"None of them are designed to be named after the sport franchise. They are named after snort that are indigenous to the city,"I tell him.

"Now that makes more mother wit. Such as Tampa being the Flamingo or James Madison being the Snowy Owl,"he says smiling.

He reaches into his coat sac and offers me one of his cigars."Do you like a good cigar ?"He asks me.

"Why, yes. My world-class wife made me commit them up. She hated the smell of them so instead of constantly arguing with her, I just quit them."I tell him.

He hands me the cigar, shakes my deal and goes back to tally on his agent's progression on the investigation.

I turn and go back inside.

CHAPTER 2

I see privy is now up and eating. I just smile and giggle to myself. Bobby comes over to me and demand how many steaks or rib would I like to eat, or would I favour them to make me a even breakfast ? I followed John's lede and took the rib asking for 5 with some potato salad if there is any left.

"Any left, there's maybe 6 or 7 declamatory bowl of murphy salad useable,"Bobby William Tell me. He begins to wake up the ribs and heads to the big kitchen to get another bowling ball of Irish potato salad.

John isn't saying a Holy Writ ; he just keeps shoveling the food for thought into his mouth. I see him with a glass of succus, no need to ask what flavor the succus is.

As we sit there, a run-over looking fille scuffs into the kitchen. She kisses John on the buttock and comes over to me to do the same thing.

"goodness Morning, my don't we look all spiffy,"I say to her in a ribbing manner.

"David, what day is it ?"she asks.

"Sun,"I tell her.

Her eyes get boastfully and she says,"darn. Where are my wearing apparel ? I have a slip at the restaurant at 2,"she says in a much more frantic manner.

"deary, I believe that your clothes are on the floor in the service department next to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Friday night,"I say to her smiling the whole meter. This makes John hoot while eating.

missy gets up and brain out to the garage. A few proceedings later she came back inside and asked,"Um, how do I get out of the service department. The big door seems to be locked,"she says. I get up and travel along her out to the garage. I undo the carabiner from the data track and raise the door, pushing the open button. She starts her car and backs out telling me she will most definitely be back IF she's welcome. I tell her that she is always welcome. As she is focusing on me, she almost runs over an FBI factor. I poke the release and open the movement gate. She slowly drives her car through the gate and down the road. I close the logic gate as I see headwaiter Perez watching me.

I hit the button to shut the garage room access and walk back inside.

After John finishes, I ask him to raise all the surety shutters to grant the sunlight into the firm. He tosses his plate with the evacuate off-white into the trash and move to the rear of the business firm to begin raising the shutters. His sound buzzes.

"Hello, this is John. No, you promised me that your measurement guys would be here today, not tomorrow. So, here's the plan. If you are determined to not exhibit up until tomorrow, you will see the company who has taken your job. Otherwise, you have until 3 this afternoon to have your measuring citizenry here. Thank you and give a nice day,"he says without raising his voice or being nasty. I am very proud of him. He's handling himself with great maturity and demeanor.

Dakota and Donna come scuffling into the kitchen, where Sammy pokes the release to force out up the coffee berry pot once again pouring out the now stale coffee.

It dawns on me that I haven't seen any of my tenants nor the CG boys since yesterday. I'm pretty sure I know where they all are but decide to get up and go cheque for myself. I walk out to the pool house first. I knock and one of the CG boys opens the door. I ask if everyone is ok inside, he assures me that both he, his full cousin and both counterpart are ticket. I thank him and head teacher over to the studio.

I knock on that door, but no one answers. I hear voices inside. I quietly open the threshold and stair inside. There I see Allison with a camera on her berm and Belinda sitting just with her spine against a wall masturbating. She has a dildo that she is using to pass her pinnacle. Suddenly she stops. Allison asks,"What's the matter ? Why did you hold on ?"

Belinda just raises her arm straight out from her monumental thorax to target at me. I say,"I'm sorry, I guess I caused that,"causing Allison to climb up but not dribble the camera as she wasn't expecting anyone to peach behind her.

I offer my services to help Belinda turn over that all elusive orgasm. She nods in favourable reception. I move over to her and rip on her legs sliding her eubstance down to be flat on the solid ground. I lay between her legs and begin to lick her womanhood ; I only get a few second in before there is a knock at the studio door. I here John announce himself asking if I was in there.

Allison tells him that I am, but I am rather occupy currently, which makes Belinda grinning as she begins to writhe her rose hip to my licking.

"Um, I'm sorry, but Special federal agent Fernandez is inside in the animation room wanting to verbalize to you,"he says through the door. Allison opens the room access and I invite him inside.

"Saint John the Apostle, maybe you could terminate what I have started since Special Agent Fernandez's timing is rather wretched,"I say getting up from between Belinda's peg and wipe my look off with a towel I see on the buffet. I head out pulling the doorway closed behind me and head inside. Once I was inside the theater, I saw peculiar Agent Fernandez standing by the front door with an envelope in his hand.

"Special Agent Fernandez, what do I owe the social function ?"I ask.

"I'm just stopping by to open you this from the US Attorney,"he says to me as he hands me the envelope.

I open it and see yet another cheque inside. This one is for $ 250,000. I just didder my head.

"Is there a problem,"Fernandez asks me.

"No, no problem. You keep bringing me unexpected checks,"I say to him causing him to smile.

I offer him nutrient, which he politely declines. I thank him and he leaves. I stand there looking at the check trying to compute what else to do with this money. I take it down the hall to Jill. I hand her the curb and smile.

"Nice,"Jill says looking at the check.

I got to thinking about how I had stopped reading Bob's journal. I looked for the one that I had started. I found it in the aliveness way, next to the sofa on an end table. I picked the book up and settled into the couch to read some More. One detail that I saw which interested me was a street signboard company. Bob made a soundly point that most if not all street signs seem to be universal proposition. As he put it in the Christian Bible,"A terminate sign is just that no thing where it might be posted in the US,"making bill that it is possible for a company to bid on DOT contract bridge and make and ship to the respective location the signs.

I find a pen in the binder of the book and rotary this musical theme.

I hear a wreck in the kitchen. I get up and head teacher to the kitchen to see an embarrassed Donna looking at the plate she dropped. Sammy is already getting the Calluna vulgaris and dustpan to clean up the mess.

"Don't headache about it, Miss Donna. We do this all the time,"Bobby tells her. I say to Donna and Dakota to not incite as there is glass everywhere. Both of them pick their feet up and put them on the rungs of the chair.

Sammy is working diligently at sweeping up all the glass and dumping it into the trash.

As John works his way around the lower layer of the home, Diane comes out and begins to help him. I see them stealing kisses here and there, which I find rather cute. It dawns on me that I have not asked Dakota how well St. John the Apostle is doing with the new job of being my assistant.

"He's doing quite well, Daddy,"she says to me.

"And, you, how are you doing ? I'm not stressing you, out am I ?"I ask, worrying about both whoremonger and her pregnancy.

"No. He's listening and following way. He's starting to anticipate, which is good,"she says to me.

Amy now arrives, with both Donna and Dakota telling her that there is glass on the kitchen base. This prompts Amy to go get the vacuum. She hands it to Sammy who plugs it in and turns it on.

After just a couple of mo, Sammy has the entire base vacuumed and he wraps up the cord and hands it back to Amy.

I put the diary from Bob into a draftsman in the kitchen and head to my office to log onto my computer.

When I get there, I see my gorgeous wife already working.

"Hey there beautiful, when did you get up here ?"I ask.

"Oh, about an hour or so ago. Rob sent us an electronic mail that you need to interpret,"she tells me, making me a bit nervous.

I turn on my laptop computer and get prepared for Rob's electronic mail. Once loaded up I read the bearing,"danger WILL ROBINSON, risk,"I smile because I know of Rob's love for old TV appearance, such as ‘ doomed In Space ’.

I open the email and it reads,"fountainhead, as you anticipated, I found several quondam employees that have not been terminated off the system. Three of the horse tracks that you sold have all their employees still fighting in our system. I terminated all the employees from the cavalry caterpillar tread. Out of curiosity, did you acquire any casinos ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own leash casinos. One in OK, one in Everglade State, and one in Arizona. The three total of more than than 3,000 employees. I have made a leaning of them but take your direction on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

"gambling casino, really ?"I say out loud causing Jill to block and inquire what's wrong.

"Well, we apparently now own three casinos. Oklahoma, Florida, and Arizona,"I tell her.

"How did we assume them ?"Jill asks.

"I have no earthly theme. I have Rob looking into it,"I tell her.

"You're not overloading Rob, are you ?"She asks.

"Um, well I don't know. I sent him about 20 or so the great unwashed from the Hawk, but I'm not sure where we are on the former group,"I reply.

"Let's call him, right now,"she says.

Jill picks up her cell telephone and dials up Rob.

"Hey Rob, it's me, Jill. David and I are care that we may have overloaded you with this projection. Are you doing OK ?"She asks.

"fountainhead, kind of. I mean the radical that David sent me from the Hawk was a immense assistant, but now finding these four casino,"he says before I stop him.

"FOUR ? I thought you said there were only three,"I say with him on speakerphone.

"wellspring, they are in three states, but there are four casino. One in Oklahoma, one in Florida, and two in Arizona. One near Tucson and one in capital of Arizona,"he tells us.

My mind backwash towards Tina and her being in Phoenix with her Mother.

Jill thanks Rob for his hard work and ends the call. I suggest,"Hey, since we will be traveling this hebdomad, why don't we stop over in genus Phoenix to inspect Tina and check on this casino that we own,"I say to Jill. She readily agrees.

CHAPTER 3

I see another email that interests me. It's from Roger. It reads,"I heard about the shooting at your menage. I guess the fools are stupid, shooting up a party that is entire of FBI broker and their families. You need to set a plan in stead when something like this happens, whether you are at the home or not. You may not be the target as you have three ladies who are fraught. The bad guy wire may recollect that your helplessness is through them,"he writes.

I reply that I agree with his belief that they may target the three meaning lady, but I joke ‘ speculation they haven't met Dakota yet ’.

As I sit at my laptop, staring at the blind, I look over to Jill who isn't showing her pregnancy yet. I shrug my shoulder joint and go back to reading emails.

I check the electronic mail number and see that there are 311 emails. I round up the ace that are duplicates and edit them before I begin to read the ones labeled ‘ read-only ’. My task is to read and erase them, getting my email box empty. It takes about two hours to read all the e-mail.

"Hey, Hun, what do you think about getting toilet a truck of his choice ? I think that he is getting frustrated with riding in Diane's car all the time. I was thinking of maybe a Ford Madox Ford junket. I don't want him to have a pickup as everyone he knows will always ask him to facilitate them act their poppycock,"I tell her.

"I think that is a wonderful thought. Have you come up with anything for Dakota yet ?"She asks me.

"No,"I say to her.

We go back to working on our estimator. About an 60 minutes later Jill exclaims,"There, my e-mail box is now empty !"She says with a glee in her voice.

It is just over a half hr before my e-mail inbox is also hollow. We both close our laptop and head downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a small shard of deoxyephedrine all the way out into the dining way. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our firstly aid kit offering to exact care of this for me. She squirts it with hydrogen peroxide, drying it with a piece of cotton wool wipe and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ hello Kitty'Band-Aid. This garners several hoot and comments from the grouping. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ hello Kitty'Band-Aid.

As usual, Dakota did a fine job of taking care of me. It is still bothering me that I haven't thought of something for Dakota yet.

I look around and resolve to conglomerate everyone that is inside the star sign currently.

"Hey, can I get everyone into the TV room please ?"I ask.

It takes a few bit, but once I see everyone I begin.

"Well, I've spoken with Roger though email and we have concluded that we need some programme put in spot regarding this house and a State of lockdown. first base, let me start with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a buns on the floor, no issue where they are. The closest ones to any window will poke the clit to omit the security shutters. Those who have a carry permission will retrieve their firearm, attaching it to their hip until the whole effect is over,"I tell everyone. I see virtually all the group nodding their heads up and down indicating yes, they understood.

"Now the tougher scenario. If Jill and I are gone, but trick is here. He becomes in charge. No one leaves and no one enters the sign, except for law enforcement. Everyone knows that I'm not a fan of Lt. Horowitz, so do not let him inside no issue what he says. This is a common soldier residency and he is not welcome. Should both John and Dakota not be here, then any of the four ladies Donna, Paula, Jennifer, or Sharon are to be in charge. If I call anyone and tell them to use computer code 69, I expect that the house is to be locked down no matter what. Does anyone not understand what I've described ?"I ask.

No one has anything to say.

"Alright, time for a quiz,"I say to some surprise faces.

"If Jill and I are here and there's an incident outside, who's in charge ?"I ask.

Paula raises her hired hand to answer the question,"Um, You and Jill are in commission. We are all to get on the floor. If you happen to be by a windowpane, then it is your responsibility to drop the security shutters,"she says.

"THAT'S rightfulness !"I say happy to find out that at least one person is listening.

"If trick is here, who's in charge if Jill, Dakota, and I are not here ?"I ask.

Again, Paula raises her handwriting,"If you three are not here, then John is in charge,"she tells every one of us.

What does code 69 mean value ?"I ask.

Once again, Paula with the answer,"It means, no topic what is going on, to put the house into lockdown,"she tells all of us.

"Now, anyone OTHER than Paula…. What happens if John, Dakota, Jill and I are not here but there is an incident outside ?"I ask.

I see Paula wanting to raise her hand, but she keeps it down. Finally, Donna result,"Then either Paula, Sharon, Jennifer, or I are in bang,"she tells everyone.

"THAT'S CORRECT,"I say out loud.

Paula still gets to point something out."Jacques Louis David, what if all four of us are here ? Who's in charge then ?"She asks.

"Use your best legal opinion,"I tell everyone.

"One last dubiousness, whom here have I not bought a car for ?"I ask, seeing Jill act a bit nervous.

John, Donna, Diane, Marcus, Amy, fille, Danni, and first light. I do the mental mathematics in my straits, ‘ this should spend the $ 250K and maybe even a bit more ’.

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a knock on the nominal head room access. Again, Jennifer opens it to see maitre d'hotel Perez complete with his one-half a cigar that he is chewing on.

"I'm here to tell Mr. Greene something,"he tells Jennifer.

I come to the threshold,"Hello Captain,"I say to him.

"I just wanted you to know that the US Attorney has cleared you of being a defendant and she Thanks you for the two DVDs helping our probe,"he tells me.

We shake hands and he says as he is leaving,"Ever make it to DC and we can go have a beer and a cigar together,"smiling the unit time.

"We should be there either Tues or Wednesday, so you're not going to get rid of me THAT easily,"I say to him smiling as well.

He goes back outside and begins wrapping up the chemical group of FBI agents, sending them home or back to the office staff. Once they are all gone, the courtyard looks dainty with no agents buzzing around it.

As I close the social movement room access, I hear John ask,"Hey, is there any more steaks left ? I'm hungry,"he says smiling and causing a few giggles from some of the ladies.

There is a knock at the front doorway again. I open it to find the guy from the Ice truck.

"Um, sir I have to report that there is a couple of fix in the side of our motortruck,"he tells me.

I step outside and walk over to the truck. He points to not one but two pickle. I notice that there is a third hole that he had not seen. I tell him that I'll have my insurance policy read tutelage of it, truth be known, I'll have the multitude who repair our limo for Black Car and Happy, Happee Limo learn precaution of the truck.

"I'll keep the keys then, to get the truck repaired,"I tell them. We shake work force and off he goes in a waiting vehicle that is in the street outside the front gate.

I head inside and ask John and Marcus to finish emptying the ice motortruck into the many coolers that still lineage the outside of the house by the two pools. I direct him to get the dolly from the garage which he does to channel all the handbag through the house and out to the poolside area. The CG guys see what is going on and join in to help,

Sammy doesn't heating plant up any steaks for St. John as he is working on emptying the ice truck.

John does observe,"David, you remember we have those big deep-freeze in the big kitchen and the third kitchen. Maybe we should fill them first to keep and use the ice instead of putting them in the cooler and losing the ice."

"can, that's a dandy idea ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the tank outside. In fact, maybe give a couple of bags to the Twin Falls in the pool home. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes St. John to smile even though he knows that the CG boys are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and John begin loading the dolly with suitcase of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need more than one dolly, so I text Dakota to club a distich more dollies, the type that the beverage vender use. They fold out to channel much Thomas More than just the unconstipated standup dolly. She texts back her usual ‘ K ’.

I decide to head up out to the ice truck to see just how many bags of ice still remained in the binding. As I peered around the doors, I see maybe 200-300 udder still stacked up. I shook my brain knowing that all of this won't fit in the two Deepfreeze, but maybe John or Marcus can pile them to choose a majority.

As I come back around the backrest of the truck, a car sits at the gate honking its horn. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the gate's electronic instrument panel, poke the appropriate release and the logic gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a osculation. I poke the necessary button to close the gate and think that maybe we need to have the gate ship's company get along and put different four-digit computer code into the electronics so rely people, such as Dr. Ronda don't need me or anyone to let her in the gate.

Ronda parks her car, but I tell her that I would rather she park in the garage. I head inside the mansion to open a garage door. Ronda pulls her car into the garage, parking right where missy had her car parked.

It dawned on me that maybe I need to buy Ronda a new car as well. Her car isn't all that old, but it does have some mileage on it and as she seems to make Chateau call option, some for work, some for play maybe she needs a break one as well.

Once I get into the garage, I poke the buttons, the garage door ending behind her. I open her number one wood's door to help oneself her footstep out. She puts her arms around me and kiss me passionately.

When we break from our kiss I ask,"I'm guessing you're not here for workplace then,"I say smiling.

"Well, actually I'm here for both work and encounter if that's alright with you,"she says smiling back at me.

"Then let's get the workplace out of the way,"I say.

We go inside. I have my arm around her as we stop in the kitchen and see Jill and Dakota sitting quietly drinking their coffee.

"Hey ladies, look what I found outside,"I say with a big cheesy grin plastered on my face.

Ronda goes over to each of them and buss them and asks,"Is there any more of that delicious coffee I smell ? I haven't had any coffee since I left the hospital early this morning,"she tells us. Sammy begins to pour her a cup asking if she needs cream or sugar.

"If I need ointment, I know who to get it from,"she says smiling at me. This causes a giggle among the ladies sitting in the dining country.

Ronda has her coffee in one script and takes my hand to lead me to my own bedroom. I hear the madam joke saying,"Guess she needed some pick for her deep brown,"causing all of them to giggle again.

Stupidly, I stop her before we get to the bedchamber."Hey, I thought you were here for some work,"

She stops and turns around saying,"Oh, you party pooper. I'll go handle my work then you're mine,"she says with a comic little smile.

Ronda goes back to the kitchen, where she had set her doc bag down. She asked for Jill first. She put the blood pressure cuff on her, listened to her heartbeat, and asked several questions before declaring that Jill was moving along just fine with her pregnancy.

After Jill, she moved on to Diane. Once again, she put on the blood line pressure sensation manacle, listened to her breathing, but since Diane was farther along than Jill, she also listened to her belly before she declared that everything appears to be fine with Diane.

Now, it was Dakota's turn. Originally, she fussed a bit but finally relented. This made me rummy as to why she would fuss.

Ronda started the same way, blood pressure manacle, listening to her beat and external respiration, and asking several questions. It took several more arcminute before Ronda told us that she would like Dakota to get some ancestry trial run run, the sooner the better.

Now, I was concerned."What's going on Doc ?"I asked.

"Oh, I don't think it's anything, but she tells me that she is very hit and pretermit in taking her prenatal vitamins. Jacques Louis David, she needs to take them regularly they don't service her sitting in the nursing bottle,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a here and now and ask,"Department of Energy she make to postulate them with food or can she just take them anytime ?"

"If she takes them in the sunup, on an vacate stomach is best or maybe even with a humble glass of body of water. If they are making her sick to her stomach then take them at bedtime with a little snack,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a present moment before I tell Bobby and Sammy,"gentleman before Dakota gets one driblet of umber, she must take her antenatal vitamin. This is significant to me guy cable,"I say to them. Both chefs acknowledge what I have told them and agree.

Dakota solvent,"That's just intend Daddy. No java without me taking my vitamins, mean, just unornamented mingy,"causing everyone around us to giggle. Bobby and Sammy are quite the valet de chambre and don't say a word.

Once Ronda is done with her doctorly duty, she puts her equipment back into her medico bag, zips it closed and takes me by the helping hand once again taking a huge gulp of her coffee, emptying the cup. This makes for another of the ladies at the dining room table to quip once again,"Guess she doesn't want the cream for her coffee tree, maybe she just likes the mouthful of his emollient,"causing More giggles, however, now it turns to laughter.

Ronda pulls me down the hall to my bedroom.

Once inside, she instructs me to sit on the bed with my back to the wall. I am expecting one of her delightful cock sucking, but quite to my surprise, she sits on the bed facing me with all her clothes on.

"St. David, do you think back telling me that we would make a wonderful baby together ?"She asks.

"Of course, I do."

"Were you severe or were you just saying something nice to me ?"She asks with a serious flavor on her face.

"I was serious then and am still life-threatening saying it even today. Is this what your asking ? If I will make a baby with you ?"I ask her in a serious manner.

"fountainhead, sort of. I see meaning women every day and, in my head, I hear the tick-tock of my baby making years going by quicker and faster. I know you have two fry on the way already with Jill and Dakota. But I just can't get you out of my head. You are everything that I want in the Father of my child. You are overbold, you are fine-looking, you make good decisions, you mentor John telling me that you would be a wonderful parent. Why can't I shake this feeling about you ?"She says with her eyes welling up.

I reach out and pull out her into me for a firm but a gentle hug. We just sit together in each early's arm for quite a while.

"Darling, I love you as well. However, there is someone in this par that you need to get permission from. I would love to make a child with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's permission. There are set of matter that I don't need her license for, including us playing, but to make a tike, that is something entirely unlike,"I say to her as I'm necking her.

"I know, I know. But before I go and humiliate myself in front of her by asking, I wanted to see that you were still a uncoerced participant,"she says to me without even looking up from my chest.

"Ronda, obviously we have chemistry. I hear it from Dakota all the time that she sees the way we look at each other, more like lovers than period of play partner,"I say to her.

I continue on,"Darling, I am more than unforced to create a child with you. You are many things that most men would want. You're beautiful, you're a sexual dynamo, you are ache, you are hardworking, you have a tenderness inside you, and your still reasonably young."The last comment gets me a poke in the costa from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably young ?"She asks.

"Well, you aren't in your betimes twenties, but you're not as old as Mom either,"which gets me another punch from Ronda.

"bread and butter it up funnyman,"she says to me.

"Ronda, I do love you, there's no denying it. But I worry that you will feel neglected to be telephone number three in my life. Have you thought about that ?"I ask.

"Sir Thomas More than I care to allow. In my head, I think that I can just promote our tike as a single parent and if you participate then it only benefit our child, if you choose to not participate then I've lost nothing since I'm acting as a single parent,"she tells me before raising up to kiss me passionately.

"deary, you won't have to advance our child alone. the pits, move into the Chateau with us and deal your house. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be other significant women here as well. In fact, the unhurt Chateau will be overrun with children by next Halloween,"I tell her. This makes her smile.

"Would you really want me to move in here ? And, what about all the shot that have gone on here lately ?"Ronda asks.

"Yes, I would have it off for you to move in here. As for the shootings, well, the FBI is all over it. In plus, I'm putting a twosome more security things in place,"I tell her trying to ready her feel safe about coming here.

"Is that all you have to ask me ? If I want to have a baby with you ?"

"Yeah, now I got to go humiliate myself with Jill begging for you to clear a sister with me,"she says in a frustrated tone.

"love, this isn't let's make Ronda feel bad. Hell, I'll go with you if you would like. I just want her OK before I create another small fry,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be right ; I do feel something akin to the interpersonal chemistry between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a stronger topographic point in my heart over Ronda.

"Um, no. I think that this is just something that I need to do by myself,"she says to me. This causes her to get out of bed and leave the room. I frown a bit hoping that we would at least play before she went looking for Jill.

I get up and head back out to the kitchen where I was greeted by a couple of the madam checking their imaginary picket saying,"WOW, Daddy that really was a quick fix,"causing the ladies to extravasate with giggles and some laughter.

CHAPTER 4

As I approach the kitchen, I see Ronda and Jill sitting and talking at the table, holding hands.

I get summoned over to the table, which makes me nervous.

Jill begins,"Jacques Louis David, are you unforced to make a baby with Ronda ?"

"Well, only if you give your approving. There are few things that I seek your permission for but this is certainly one of them,"I say to Jill.

"Darling, if you're volition, I'm alright with it. Plus, she could move in here with all of us since we now have lost a couple of people, like Kim and Kay,"she says.

As I am standing there, Mom and Fred come walking hand in hand around the corner.

"What's going on ? Is David being put in time-out for doing something wrong,"Mom asks giggling as she asks ?

"No Mom, nothing like that, although maybe we should put him on restriction and take away his toys,"Jill replies giggling as she says this to Mom. This again causes some laughter from the ma'am sitting at the dining way table.

"Then what is it ?"

"Dr. Ronda wants to have a sister with David,"she says.

"THAT'S ALL ? Scheol, who here doesn't want to get a baby by Jacques Louis David ?"Mom says laughing.

Mom continues,"I only hope the infant is made the old-fashioned way and not this new-fangled test-tube manner,"Mom quips.

"No, no test-tube. Just plain ole sex and I'm pretty for certain my David will take broad advantage of trying to produce the baby every prospect he gets,"Jill says giggling some more.

Ronda stands up, releasing Jill's hand and comes over to me taking my hand and saying,"C'mon buff, we have a babe to make,"smiling the whole time.

She pulls me through the business firm to my bedroom once again. We both get on the bed, albeit we strip before getting on the bed.

"St. David, make love to me,"Ronda says in a romantic tone.

"Absolutely, my Darling,"I say to her.

We begin kissing and nibbling on each other. I hear her saying over and over,"Oh gawd you make me so turned on,"as she begins to nibble on my ear.

Although I was disappointed a few mo ago, now I was hard as a rock and chose to vamoose pleasing her orally and move right into fucking her, or as she put it, making love to her.

I slide my pelvis between her thighs lining up my manhood with her opening. I gently push just a minuscule bit of my cock into her wetness. She moans as I begin to enter her. I feel the wetness her fair sex is creating around my cock.

Slowly and gently, I keep pushing my cock into her pussy. It doesn't convey very long before I'm fully inside of her. We begin our thrust in unison. She whispers in my ear,"I will love you forever,"barely audible.

"Our baby will be beautiful just like you,"I say back in her ear. She smiles at me as our thrusting plectrum up.

We match each other's thrusting before I hear her reaching her showtime prime,"OH MY GAWD DAVID, I SO LOVE YOU,"telling me as she cums surd for the number 1 orgasm.

As I'm thrusting into her, out of the corner of my eye, I see we have gained a crowd. Jennifer, Amy, and Dakota are all watching Ronda and I go at it.

Continuing to shove into her again and again, she peaks once again."GAWD DAVID, YOU MAKE ME CUM SO red cent HARD,"as her eyes roll back in her head.

"DARLING, here I CUM, LET'S brand THAT sister,"I say to her as I shoot all I have into her wait and accepting womanhood.

Once I have cum so hard, I find that I am worn out. I roll off of her and just lay there with her heading on my chest.

I hear the ladies say,"See, I told you. He makes a fair sex cum at least twice before he lets himself orgasm. Pay up ladies,"Dakota says with her mitt stretched out waiting for money.

"grip on a second, now you peeress are betting on me ? What am I a horse, this ain't no Kentucky derby,"I say astonished that now I'm being bet upon. Of row, it's all Dakota's doing.

I see money being put into Dakota's hand, she closes it and giggles. She comes over to me and pats me on the nous like an proprietor pats their pet dog."Nice boy, you made momma some money,"smiling as she said that.

Something in my head made me think about tomorrow being Monday. I ask everyone to lead back to the TV way once again. I see a couple of eye rolls, but everyone heads back there.

I put some short circuit on and my usual gabardine tee shirt and head to the TV room as well, dragging Dr. Ronda behind me.

When I turn the turning point, I see Dakota and Jennifer herding everyone back into the TV room.

I stand at the doorway to the way,"Tomorrow is Mon. I would care for everyone to go to their jobs as usual. We won't be deterred from our formula function. Those who are here, need to check the surety camera from metre to time. Tomorrow I'm going to near the City Council to see if they will sell me the road that leads to our house, maybe they'll just be happy that there is one less road that they will have to maintain and let me have it for a sensible price,"I tell everyone.

Saint John and Marcus come into the TV elbow room all sweaty. They have completed their task and the ice truck is now void. Dakota begins dialing up for a truck sizing tow hand truck to come to pick up the ice truck and take it over to the billet that all the limousine get fixed.

It dawns on me that if the bullets didn't come out the other English, then maybe captain Perez would need to send his forensics team out to fish out the slugs.

After I say my speech about not changing tomorrow's convention responsibility, I dial up Captain Perez.

"Hello, this is Perez,"he says answering the phone.

"Captain, this is Jacques Louis David Greene. It occurs to me that the ice truck in my courtyard might ingest two or three bullets in it. There are three fastball holes, so if they didn't come out the early side, your forensics team may be able to regain them,"I say to him.

"I'll send them right over. They should be there in about an hr or to a lesser extent,"he tells me.

"We'll be sure to look for them,"I say.

We end the call.

"What's that noise ?"I ask.

Saint John the Apostle reply,"That's the measuring team for the Windows, apparently they listened when I told them to be here before 3. Now they are measuring every window,"he says smiling.

"Nice work, John,"I say to him.

"Daddy, are we dismissed ?"Dakota asks.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed,"

Ronda leans in and gives me a kiss, causing Dakota to come over and do the same.

"Remember, take your prenatal vitamins or no coffee,"I say to her smiling. She playfully slaps me on the berm before kissing me and walking away swinging her cute ass at me.

Bobby comes around the corner and asks me if it was OK to constitute this night taco-night. I told him it was fine. He said that he and Sammy have differing meat seasonings and would like everyone to try each one and open them a preference.

In my capitulum, it sounded like fun.

"Hey guys, do we have all the fastening in the house, or do we need to score a grocery store run ?"I ask.

"We have everything including hard-shell and flabby taco shells,"Sammy tells me.

I was thinking that this could be a fun night."Be for sure to announce to everyone that tonight is taco night. Oh, and I hope I don't have to tell you that John will probably eat a dozen or more tacos,"I say to the chefs.

"We're already prepared for him,"Sammy replies.

"Nice !"

Bobby and Sammy both go around telling everyone that tonight is greaser Sunday dark and there will be a contest that everyone needs to participate in. I see everyone's optic brighten up, including my newest lover/baby Maker Dr. Ronda.

"Guess I'll have to enjoy the spicy food before I'm pregnant,"Ronda says to me.

Mom does ask Bobby if the spice can be toned down a bit for her as her belly doesn't take to spicy foods all that well. Bobby tells her that they have already figured that and will shit a small separate pan of meat with virtually no seasoner which made her smile.

I look around and involve parentage of the right things that are happening here.

The CG boys are dating porn twins. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want infant from me. Diane is meaning with John's infant and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are wondrous women who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio business. BJ and Danni are wonderful sexually charged women that are both beautiful as well as being smart. Missy will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to bring with. Belinda seems to be working hard with Allison as well. Aurora has fit in well here and her cleaning service has taken the load off Amy to run the sign of the zodiac. The two chefs are funny in improver to being wonderful Captain Cook. John, well he is my protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the transition from being a kid in Diane's crew that just always said ‘ piece of tail'to a mature young man that accepts responsibleness and has a much more mature demeanour.

Amy has really begun to flourish in the office of keeper of the home. Getting the cleaning service was perfect tense. Now she can focalize on just running the home and not being a hard worker to it.

And then there is Mom. She's beautiful, she's sexually a dynamo. Clearly, she and Fred have found some sort of happiness. Mom guides me when I find myself in a unmanageable situation. I am very glad to have brought her to the West Coast and helped her sell her stuffy manse in the Hamptons, for which she got the highest amount of money of money ever sold by a non-beachfront property.

Fred, who started out by being Jill and my personal chauffeur, but now has some sort of relationship going on with Mom. He remains the unemotional person gentleman always looking out for the folk's safety. His two nephews have been rattling guarding the rook brainpower. Now that they are dating the porno twins, I'm sure that their consciousness of security will amp up when pauperism be.

Mark Newberg's departure and his nieces Kim and Kay choosing to affect out disappointed me. Tina moving away to her Mom's family in genus Phoenix made sense, but still bummed me out a bit.

Thinking about Tina made me think that we will drip in on Tina and hold on her on the way back from our East Coast/Tampa trip.

I checked with Dakota to stimulate sure everything was set up with the jet for an early dayspring Tuesday departure. We discussed going to DC first, then down to Atlanta to see this building that Jennifer is trying to micturate a deal on, and then on to Tampa. On the return, we will bar unannounced in Phoenix to have a look in on our Tina.

I know that when Dakota gets further along with her pregnancy, she really won't be going anywhere, but still, I want her to have meter with the new baby, our baby.

Thinking about our three pregnant ladies, Diane is the commencement due in mid to late May. Dakota is next to be due in late June. Jill due after the fourth part of July and now, if I get Dr. Ronda pregnant before Christmas, she'll be looking at an August or travail Day due date. I laughed at my own joke ; she goes into labor on Department of Labor Day.

CHAPTER 5

As dinner meter approached, Bobby and Sammy gathered us all to come to the dining room table. No one was surprise that john had his ass in a chair before anyone else. Although when Diane walked up to the table, John jumped up and pulled out a chair for her.

I pulled out three electric chair. One for Jill, one for Dakota, and one for Dr. Ronda. Saint John the Apostle just sat there smiling being thankful that he only has one ma'am pregnant.

Bobby and Sammy announced that dinner was served. He made it shed light on that the Lady all get to go first. I looked around and didn't see Mom nor Fred. I sent Paula after them thinking that maybe they didn't hear the direction to come to wetback Sun. Paula went down the hallway and came back seconds later telling all of us that she ‘ was fussy ’. We all laughed as the noblewoman got up and made their tacos.

The hard-crispy shells were going at a rate of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded lettuce, diced love apple, false emollient, Cheddar and Monterey jak cheeses all shredded, both fresh and pickled jalapenos, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, various hot sauces, a red-pepper based mole and a sugared tangy sauce.

As promised, they had a separate pan of center for Mom with virtually no spice in it.

Diane took a small amount of both dowery of meat and made two standardised tacos, both with the flour tortilla. She put meat, clams, diced tomatoes, and shredded cheddar cheese. She also took a spoonful of the mango-lime salsa, which she said tasted like cypher that she has ever had. That made both chefs smile as did me.

Jill and Dakota must have taken use up classes from John. They both took 4 crunchy taco plate each. Two shells for each inwardness. They put the meat in the shells then covered it with the holdfast that they wanted.

John, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the porn twins, the CG boys, and Allison might be. john and I both got up and went outside. John went to the counterpart's room access telling the four of them that it was wetback nighttime and that their front was being missed at the dinner table.

I headed over to the studio apartment. Again, I knocked and once again no solution. I opened the door quietly to see Allison on the straw man end of the tv camera with Belinda holding the television camera. Once again, it was a masturbation shot. I just stood there watching until Allison noticed me and stopped.

"David, you have the unfit timing, I was almost there,"she says to me.

"I'm sorry ladies, but dinner is served and your front or deficiency of it is obtrusive. It's greaser Sunday and the chefs would like you to participate in their little contest about who's seasoner is better,"I tell them smiling. This makes Allison get up and Belinda put the camera down on the sofa. They both walk with me back to the principal house.

Once we are back inside, I see the porno twin with the CG boys all sitting together. They don't think that I see it, but each dyad is holding the mitt of their collaborator. I just smile as I walk by them.

Allison and Belinda each go get themselves a plate taking maintenance to try both types of core. They fix themselves a taco each. I see Jill and Dakota already on their third gear taco and yet, John hasn't even had one taco yet.

Once all the ladies have food in front of them Gospel According to John bounds up like somebody set his ass on fervour. He heads over to the greaser bar and takes not 4, not 6, but 8 hard cuticle and begins filling them with nitty-gritty and mending. Jennifer, whoremonger's Mom, makes lighter of John's endless appetite. Everyone giggles.

The feeding and socializing go on for a couple of hours. The CG boys regale us with taradiddle of some of their flummox adventures working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the evening telling us about being aboard the ‘ Big Stick ’. All in all, it was a delightful clip. A clip that we all needed to let the tenseness of the recent result just go by.

As the dinner began to scent down, I asked Dr. Ronda to delay the night, but she said she had to get back plate as she has a few patients in the hospital that she needs to inflict before heading to the office in the forenoon. Before she leaves, she does shit reference that moving in here would save her about a half an hour of drive time as it is so a good deal closer to the hospital that she works out of.

"Just one of the affair in the lifespan of a doc,"she tells me. I kiss her and walk her out to her car. I poke the buttons to spread out the garage door and the front logic gate. I watch her drive off thinking how the babe will be so beautiful, all because of her.

I close the gate then the garage door. Before I head back inside, I'm cornered in the garage with Jill.

"Are you really OK with Dr. Ronda wanting to have a baby by you ?"She asks in a serious tone.

"Of course, I am. We discussed it before she ever came to ask you. She was all queasy that you would make her beg or obstruct her somehow,"I tell Jill.

"Why would I do that ? She's a leatherneck and she's our booster,"Jill says to me.

"I believe that she was just overthinking the whole scenario,"I tell Jill.

"Seriously, you don't feel unquiet that Dakota and I are already pregnant with your child and now Dr. Ronda wants one as well ?"

"Actually, I feel quite honored. You and I had discussed this in bed a couple of times. Until she told me, I never knew that one of Dakota's secrets was to throw a sister and it really shocked me that she chose me as the Father-God. Now, Dakota says that I look at Ronda differently than any other of the playgroup,"I say to Jill.

"Well, you do. It's almost as if you are trying to ‘ make bed'to her each time you two get together. If I wasn't your wife, I would probably be envious,"Jill says to me.

"Really ? Jealous ? I would never have guessed,"I say to Jill.

"You realize that I'm still a woman, not just your wife and a Marine,"she replies.

"I feel so lucky that you married me,"I say to her.

Jill steps forward, puts her subdivision around me and kisses me. We hold the kiss for several minutes before we break and head back inside.

When we get back inside, we hear all the raucous laugh from the group. Apparently, somebody challenged John that he couldn't eat another 12 tacos, fully loaded. He was currently eating number 7 and didn't look like he was slowing down a bit.

"Can I get in on this ? I put my money on John the Divine,"I say to the table.

can finished number 7 and Menachem Begin at number 8. In my headway, I was sure that this was Dakota's doing, but a few min later I find out that it is Jennifer who put this all together. Imagine that, his own Mother betting against her son. If anyone had insider information about trick's eating drug abuse, it would be Jennifer.

John finished number 8, then 9, then 10. At number 11, bathroom showed a major slow down. He struggled through the taco. He just stared at greaser number 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a couple of pickle jalapenos underneath all the fixings. She let the succus from the jalapeno drip all over the meat before adding the neutering.

John picked up the greaser and took a huge bite, deciding that if he took two or three big bites, it would be done with quickly.

However, with the mystery item in the greaser, John swallowed the bite and yelled,"Holy shag ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the fridge and poured himself a big looking glass of milk, sat back gloomy and took another vast snack. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big drink of milk. On the final bit, he dangled the raciness over his oral cavity before shoving it in. The lady friend all laughed as Jennifer had to hand over the money collected to John.

John counted the money and gave me half of the winnings. I just told him to keep it. I knew in my heart that he would have a solution to the secluded element that his female parent has put in the taco.

Bobby and Sammy both laughed out loud asking privy if he wanted any more tacos. This drew laughter from everyone. All in all, John Lackland had made over $ 100 from that short bet. His Mother said it was the best money spent on lav in a hanker while.

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner party mesa. Mom went over to the small pan that the chefs had waiting for her with little to no spicery. She took a spoonful and kissed each one on the cheek telling them the meat was perfect. Fred let her make a shell before he made one for himself. He took 4 knockout wetback carapace filling two each with each marrow. He really didn't take much of the mending. He took some lettuce, some diced tomatoes, and some shredded Cheddar cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the table to vote for the meats. Pan one, the yellow pan. Pan two the blue pan. As I went around the table it seemed to go back and forth yellow, blue, yellow, low-spirited, blue, yellow and on and on.

After everyone had cast their vote, it was down in the mouth ahead by one vote, but Fred had not voted. He chose yellow. That tied it all up and the two chefs shook hired man and decided to do the same thing the next greaser night.

As the Nox went on, people began heading to bed since tomorrow was a working day. Jill and I were one of the last ones to pull up stakes the table with Dakota following us to our bed. I stripped down, Jill did the Lapp, as did Dakota. We all snuggled up together and drifted off to sleep.

I opened my eye checking that I had put my earphone on the charger, which I had before I drifted off to sleep with my two darlings all snuggled up to me.

Yes, being that chauffeur that moment in my animation changed matter for the better.

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