The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got arrange quickly for the ‘ introduction date ’. Neither one of the player knew ahead of time that they had already met their dinner date. That was my own little joke, at least it was funny in my brain. When I told Jill about it, I got a huge eyeroll and a shake of her head.

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

I stayed conservative in my dress. I wore a curt sleeved collared shirt and a pair of nice jeans. Jill wore a denim chick and a cute blouse, that I wanted to take off her as it highlighted her beautiful shape.

We went to Heidi Longmire's rest 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 access to information about him that he probably didn't even cognize was available.

When we got to Heidi's sign, I got out and went to the front door. It was a courteous white house. The yard was mowed, and she had a cute little flowerbed against the front cladding of the mansion. One thing I did notice was that she had no enceinte trees. She had a couple of bushes but no large trees.

I rang the doorbell and heard her cry,"Hold on, I'm coming,"she said. Of course, in my oral sex, the put-on of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the front end of my dolt brain. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the door and the deadbolt before she opened the door.

When she did open the front door, there stood before me a beautifully slender athletic cleaning lady. She was wearing a pair of attire jeans and a nice blouse. In my head word, I didn't know what was going on, but I wouldn't psyche seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a couple of mo to lock up the social movement threshold back up, including the deadbolt.

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

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

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

"Jill, this is agentive role Heidi Longmire, but tonight she is just Heidi Longmire,"I say causing Jill to again give me an eye whorl. However, it did get a giggle from Heidi. I thought to myself, ahh a new audience for my laughable 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 oddity is starting to show.

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

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

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

"fountainhead, he has two eyes, one nose, and a pair of sassing,"I tell her as I see Jill's eyes roll again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might stimulate seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two eyes you say ? That must induce him peculiar. Any other lineament you care to portion ?"She asks obviously playing along.

"well let's see, yeah, he puts his pants on one leg at a prison term and he wears shoes,"I say to her causing her to laugh.

"Hell, this is fun. I haven't even met the guy and already its better than my survive two dates,"Heidi says. This causes Jill to now bound into the conversation.

"Heidi, state me, how severe is it for someone like yourself, a Federal Agent to get hold someone to have a kinship with ?"Jill asks.

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

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

"Sure, you can if your stupe. You never know when you will run into someone that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can tell you that they will always spot you before you spot them. It does make things hard, that's probably why so many agentive role engagement and marry other agent,"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 tight group of people that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way affair are going these days, it only gets more difficult, which is why I chose to gamble on you asking me out. You are mellow profile and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at least I'll get a repast paid for. The last appointment I ended up paying for the meal because his soon to be ex-wife had canceled all his credit cards and emptied their cant explanation. It kind of puts a damper on what should ingest been a nice eventide,"she says.

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

We pull up to a nice-looking home. Fred parks the limo on the street and opens the car for Heidi and me to get out to go to St. Patrick's front door. I'm smiling the solid walk of life to the door.

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

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

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

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

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

"OK, guy here's the deal. I had intended to bring out you two before the completely thing with Aurora happened. There was no way to avoid you guys meeting, so I just kept my backtalk 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.

"St. David, how do you roll in the hay that we'll hit it off ?"Patrick asks.

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

They look at each former, shrug their shoulders and proceeded to head to the limousine. Patrick must stop and go back to the social movement doorway to lock the top deadbolt 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 home security measure David,"Patrick says to me.

We get to the limousine where Fred is standing stoically with the plunk for room access open. Saint Patrick lets Heidi get in maiden, then I shove him in and climb in behind him.

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

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

Patrick says,"Jill, it's skillful to meet you. I do have a inquiry 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 form of have to since I married the bonehead,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Patrick to laugh.

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

When we arrived at Longhorn's Steakhouse, Patrick's optic lit up.

"Hot damn, I love this situation. I haven't been quite a while, but their food for thought is howling. Heidi, what do you intend of this place ?"He asks all smiles and full of vim, which made me breathe out just a bit. Now if we can get Heidi to joke around a bit then maybe the even will go well.

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

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

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

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

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

The hostess tells us that there's about a half hour wait for a mesa for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there happen to be four seats together at the bar. Patrick and I pull the butt out for the dame then we take the out of doors two tush. The barmaid, a long-haired brunette with fragile eyebrows and green middle ask what we want for boozing and do we want an appetiser while we wait.

St. Patrick ask Heidi,"Do you have a preference for a drunkenness ?"

"How about just a skillful deoxyephedrine of wine. Maybe a Cabernet ?"she says to him.

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

Patrick society a cabernet for Heidi and a dark beer for himself. I order a merlot for Jill and a Coke for myself.

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

"No, not really,"I tell him.

"Anyone want to order an appetiser ?"I ask.

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

"Heidi, are you from this field ?"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 high shoal, I went to San Diego province University and then Law school. I applied to the representation in my endure class of law school and was accepted,"she tells us.

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

"Yep, I grew up in a belittled Ithiel Town called San Giambattista Marini. We lived in a low menage on Vega street. I screwed around in high schooltime and graduated with a C+ norm. I really had no intent of going to college. I took care of all the cleaning in the house since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodworking, cabinetry mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an accountancy firm. Since I did all the cleansing at our home base, it was an easy bound to starting my own clientele, cleaning former people's place,"Patrick tells us.

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

"About 8 years now. Until the affair the other day, I was considering trying to expand the business towards Beverly Alfred Hawthorne. You got me thinking about likely customers I'm leaving on the table since your home is the solely one that my troupe takes care of,"Patrick says to us.

I see Heidi contain 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 rue not going to college. Yet, all those parties that you see on TV, I would cause liked to attend one or two, but alas I chose to work instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law shoal, did you get rampantly and crazy ?"Patrick asks.

"natural state and crazy ? No, not at all. I had my view set on where I wanted to be and thus, I kept my nose to the leger. I don't think I was even invited to a college political 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 Marine and I spent almost of my adult life working in the restaurant business sector,"I tell them.

"Well, if she's military and you're a eatery guy, how did you two fulfil ? Did she derive into your restaurant and it was have a go at it at first gear batch ?"He says to me.

"She was my flight simulator at the limo company,"I tell them, which gets a span of odd looks from Saint 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 deliver her way with me,"I say laughing. Jill gives the big eyeroll causing Patrick and Heidi to express joy. I get poked in the costa for the joke.

Our little coaster buzzes telling us that our table is cook. We get up and head back to the stewardess pedestal. I hired man her the buzzing thing and she takes the four of us to a nice table towards the backrest of the restaurant's main floor.

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

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

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the vino. I order up another glass for the lady, another beer for Patrick and another nose candy for myself. I also ordering an appetizer for the table. It 's my usual cheesy stuffed mushroom-shaped cloud, I tell our node that it's one of the things that I love about Longhorn. The waitress smiles at the appetizer order and heads off.

Jill sees some kind of salmon salad at the mesa following to us and decides to order of magnitude it. Heidi looks over at the same mesa 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 orderliness steaks, just seems wrong.

When the waitress comes back with our starter orderliness, she offers to take our dinner party orderliness. She asks first if the flier will be ramify or all together.

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

Patrick, being a man, ordination Heidi's dinner then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak with a broil tater fully loaded, a mansion salad with ranch dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of parched tater soup which she says they make a howling translation of that soup.

Jill likes the musical theme of a cup of soup as well. I order her salmon salad along with a cup of the bake potato soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak, medium rare, baked tater fully loaded and a salad with 1000 islands dressing and extra tomato plant and no onions. We were all smiling when the waitress left the table with our order.

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

"Jill, would you like to severalize the narrative, or give me do it ?"I ask her smiling.

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

"St. Patrick and Heidi, on our second base night working together, one of the other device driver's was in a horrifying traffic stroke. We had longtime guest arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the nigh limousine to go nibble up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the private jet area of the aerodrome. We didn't have the proper car to pluck them up and didn't have enough time to get to the part and swap cars, so we just went to the aerodrome. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up following to their jet and I jumped out and put their baggage into the trunk. I stood by the endorse 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 Robert William 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 move up in the world, he's got a berth for someone like me,"I tell them.

"Are you going to tell them about how you got a $ 2000 tip from them that night 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 smile and giggling as she takes another sip of her merlot.

"Wait 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 rest is history,"I tell them,

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

"Yep, sure was. I spoke to the lady that I was dating, her epithet was Tina. I knew that we weren't going anywhere in our family relationship. We just broke it off. The very Night we broke it off, Jill was in an automobile accident. She tried to shout out our honcho, who didn't answer. She tried to call a close champion, who also didn't answer. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at city Hospital. I raced across town to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what exam elbow room she was in. I ran through the hallways and burst into the examination room. There was the most beautiful, and pitiable looking fair sex I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the storey. Of class, Jill was playfully shaking her head no through half the story.

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

"Well, they had her hopped up on pretty wicked pain in the ass medication, what was it again lamb, Morphine ?"I asked.

She just nodded her headland yes.

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

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

Our food arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

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

Jill answers first,"Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am thankful that my assistant has a good head for issue. 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 ride with St. 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 delegation,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to gloss on our jobs at Jaxson Inc. a somebody tapped me on the shoulder joint from behind me. I turned to see Missy, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one nighttime a couple of weeks ago who stayed at the home for three days.

"Hello, do you think of me ?"She asks.

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

"miss, 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.

"David, I got a new electric cell telephone. Let me grant you my new telephone number, so when you have another political party at your house, you can think of to receive me,"she says smiling. In my head, that wasn't too bad of a instruction that I would have to explain.

She writes her phone number down on a guest chit, kisses me on the cheek and head teacher off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the unscathed time.

"Um, David, do random women just total up to you and give you their phone telephone number and a buss before trying to pay for themselves to one of your parties ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill answer,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever imagine. He gets charwoman pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a rock star and we just live in his reality,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a particular facial aspect and then just sort of accept that answer.

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

"Heidi, Missy got invited to a party we had various weeks ago by a booster of a Quaker thing. She had a with child time. We had several single guys and I think she may have collected just about every ace guy's telephone number at the party. She sent me a card a week or so later telling me it was one of the good parties she had been to in a long, long time,"I tell Heidi.

"The life of a CEO,"Patrick says.

I see that we are finishing up with our dinners. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the empty scale off the table, I ask to see a dessert menu. Patrick's oculus light up, but the ladies seemed rather full.

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

I place the afters rules of order for Jill and I and Patrick orders for Heidi and him.

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

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

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

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

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

The waitress comes back to the tabular array with our afters. I see Jill's eyes light up seeing the caramel orchard apple tree dessert. As Jill and I get to share the sweet, I notice that Heidi and St. Patrick have basically forgotten about Jill and me and start chatting and feeding each other. I am smiling from ear to ear, all the while being poked in the ribs by Jill.

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

After about 15 minutes or so, the waitress delivers me the check-out procedure. I put my citation bill on the top of the little book, and she takes the whole thing. Jill and I just sit there watching Patrick and Heidi be well-disposed but very close to being knowledgeable. In my heading, I hit it out of the Mungo 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.

"Well, again we have district managing director in the restaurant grouping that only work until 3:30 in the good afternoon. They work a amount of thirty hours when they know that we expect them to crop 45. I've reviewed all the potential difference promotes just in character I end up cleaning the house,"I tell Jill.

"Do you expect to stay overnight, or will you devolve tomorrow night ?"Jill asks.

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

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

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

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

"Of line, if you marry and have lots of babies, then I get all the citation,"I say to them laughing. Once again Jill gives me the big eyeroll and a poke in the rib. St. 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 board and head out. When Fred sees us coming out of the eating place, he brings the limo over to the strawman door. He stops the car, opens the back threshold and we all get in. At this pointedness, the wine has taken ahold of the fair sex as they are giggling and laughing.

"Are we through for the night or would you laugh at like a nice trip down to the beach or along Sunset Strip ?"I ask.

"St. David, while this has been one of the serious night that I've had in quite a hanker time, I do deliver work in the first light. So, unfortunately, I must promise it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to take Saint Patrick family first then we will drop off off Heidi. I see them take their earpiece out and switch phone numbers. Jill looks at me and smiles, my stupe plan worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limo heads towards Patrick's blank space. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm voicelessness 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 have a go at it your mind out buss, but a nice adult end of the even first date kiss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

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

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

"Thank you, David, this has been a terrific evening. I think that Saint Patrick and I are going to try and maybe sports meeting for a late coffee bean or a dessert one nighttime this week,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the shiner. I am so very well-chosen that my stupid architectural plan worked and two mass who work their ass off may now have a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his pudding head ego. If you and Patrick become goodness champion or hell lovers, then David will have a story about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned,"she says laughing the whole clock time she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently well-chosen my little plan worked.

When we got to Heidi's house, Fred holds the door open for Heidi. I get another kiss on the cheek as she's getting out of the limo. Jill and I watch her manner of walking to her front door where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the door and gets in the driver's rear to take us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the essential buttons to spread the gate, He stops the car by the front room access and let Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the courtyard and heads back towards the limousine return key for the car. I figure that Fred has about one more time of day of work. He'll return the limo, get in his Mustang and drive it over here and park it in the service department with everyone else's vehicle.

Jill and I go inside. We see several mass 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 good compeer. She kisses me and evidence me that she loves me and hopes that I know she is just teasing.

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

I see Dakota sitting in another of my Elwyn Brooks White tee shirts. I lean over her, kiss her on the cheek and tell her that I figure we should pull up stakes about 11 or so to steer to the drome. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is ready. I kiss her again and tell her respectable night. Jill and I head down the hallway to our bedroom.

I pull my haversack out to select with me just in cause. I also put a pair of shorts and a tee shirt in the backpack.

Jill sheds her apparel and go up into bed. I shed my own clothes as well and get into bed with her. We embrace each other and kiss for a piece before we drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When my eyes opened in the dawn, only Jill was in bed with me. I slipped out of bed and headed into the lav for my morning rite and a shower.

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

I was kind of unrestrained as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the sleeping room to the kitchen. virtually of the morning group are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit storm as John only seems to be eating a bowlful of cereal.

As each of the ladies'forefront toward their vehicles, the kitchen thins out. Dakota pours me a field glass of pineapple succus and kisses me before she sits down with her cup of coffee.

I see that individual left the TV on and I hear that the weather in Seattle will be rainy. I remind Dakota to be trusted to bring her cute raincoat and her skid substantiation shoes. She tells me that she already has them next to her all-night bag at the front room access. She gets up and stroll over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her cute ass on my lap causing me to begin to get hard. She feels me and wiggles her ass a little more.

In my point, I figure since the escape fourth dimension is a couple of hours, her and I will probably play a bit in the jet.

As whoremonger finishes his cereal, he gathers his own backpack and heads towards his truck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking John to retard down as she wants to get a cup of coffee to require with her. He just laughs and says he'll waiting in the motortruck for her cute ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how much St. John has matured over the past few months and I think that he needs a new project to lick on, however, I'm not sure what the reserve project might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID verification labor. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the pillar that we bought back to in effect experimental condition. Paula is working on keeping the three limousine party running smoothly. Donna has the call option midpoint firing on all piston chamber. BJ is helping Jill on their stock spiritual rebirth project. Danni is handling the front man reception area just fine now that she is getting a lunch break. Tina and her Mom in Phoenix are feeding me salutary intel on the two buildings that we have bought down there. And, of path, Dakota is being the dependable help possible. Amy is running the house and keeping things in impediment. The two chefs are making everyone well-chosen with their top-quality cooking. The porno twins and the CG boys are doing a nice job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a demon, trying to stay fresh things going in the porn industriousness. Belinda is now seeing someone in the industry and that is delicately with me. Yet, I have no idea what to do with trick. He does everything that I ask him to do, yet it just seems in my head that he could be doing something more.

Watching the morning TV, I see that the shooting of the Mexican Drug corporate trust is still in the tidings cycle.

I looked at my cellular telephone and saw that I missed a text edition subject matter from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a terrific evening and said that she and Patrick have a coffee date in a couple of Night. This made me smiling. I texted her back that I was happy that they both hit it off well.

I headed back down the hallway to get a phone charger to lease with me, just in example. 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 limo to take you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to pick me up a muffuletta from that terrific Italian eatery,"she tells me.

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

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

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limousine. Once again, Fred stood with the back door open. I tossed our bags into the luggage compartment and got into the backbone. Dakota came out and before she got into the limousine, 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 nerve and sat right next to me. Since she was in her common plaza, next to me, I felt her hand on my turncock almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get hard with her manus stroking me. In just mo, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably slow traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and fish out my now hard cock. Her back talk and mouth surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the shaft and head of my manhood. I gently put my hand on the binding of her headland. She swallowed me as she has done many multiplication before. I just laid my head back on the rear as she bobbed her headway up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her body up to be sideways on the limousine bum. I gently pulled her shortstop aside to uncover her moist pussy. Inserting two digit into her, I could sense her sassing tighten around my cock swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two fingers inside of her pussy, I used my thumb to rub little circles on her clit. This made her groan on my cock. I thrust it as cryptical into her mouth 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 head up and down. As I kept pushing my finger into her cunt with reckless unconstraint, she began moaning More and more on my manhood. I felt her getting wetter and wetter. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

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

She swallows my putz once again, but not until I feel her luscious cunt muscle spasm around my hand again. As her dead body does this, I feel my own body approaching its orgasmic peak,"GAWD hoot 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 rima oris. I pull my hand from her pussy and bat the tasty orgasmic juices off it.

She just smiles at me and snuggles her head word into my chest as the limo keeps moving towards the aerodrome. Soon, Fred puts the privacy partition down a couple of inches to let us know 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 trunk first. I take both dish and put four $ 100 pecker into his shirt pocket, even though he tries to politely decline the tip. I thank him for his hard work and remind him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

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

The scuttle door closes and the co-pilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her cute minuscule shorts and fish my cock out of my pants and impales herself on me as we accelerate down the rail and into the air. I have to say, that Dakota's pussy going up and down on my humanity as we went down the runway was quite the amazing feeling.

It didn't take Dakota long before I felt her hit her low gear orgasmic tip. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronco. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the put thrust my cock as oceanic abyss into her as I could get. I put her small ankle over my shoulders essentially bending her in half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her puss splash my cock and clod over and over again.

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

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

As we finish cumming with each other, Dakota and I uncouple. She pulls her cute shorts back on and I pull my 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 sleeve around me and pulling herself tightly into my trunk. 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 have John. He is doing well, but he seems to need something to do,"I tell her.

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

"Huh ?"I say.

"Saint John the Apostle has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to look to what you need. Let him handle you. I will be available to him, via sound at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your help for a whole workweek. This will feed 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 cock hardening once again.

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

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

I feel her delightful little manus shedding my pants once again. She sheds all her apparel this time and twisting around putting her tasty pussy over my waiting rima oris. I begin to bat and suck her pussy swallowing every pearl of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, swallow my hard cock.

As I'm licking and sucking her kitty, I move deeper and set out licking and sucking on her asshole. I thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I can make it go. She roars with another coming blasting through her body. I sit up and pull her around to face away from me. I spread her ass impertinence and poking my humanness into her anal retentive cavity. She moans as we begin to squeeze up and down on each early. Her physical structure is splashing my genitals with her womanly juice. She cums over and over onto me. I just hold on thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just moans and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her small lithe body onto my shaft over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my fork with her twat juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a patch. The pilot comes onto the Speaker and lets us bed that we are just a few minutes from landing. I hear the landing place gear mechanism lock into place. Dakota and I decouple and set about to clean ourselves off with the towels that we have in the overhead cabinet towards the backrest of the plane.

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

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

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet direct a downward angle as we approach the rails. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her arms around me as the wheel touch the paving of the runway.

"Daddy, maybe we can discover someone to represent with for the ride house,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a proficient idea, but I probably could feature dialed up miss to involve the trip with us. But we'll see how matter play out.

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

Once we are parked, the copilot opens the hatching and extends the stair down to the undercoat. I grab both of our bags and follow my darling Dakota down the dance step to the limo. The driver takes the pocketbook puts them in the bole as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I hand the driver the first district office that I want to visit. She thanks me for having an speech ready and she heads towards the territorial dominion government agency.

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

We walk to the movement door of the district berth. I open the door and let Dakota abuse inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she take aim a seat. I begin to walk through the room, without anyone even saying a Holy Scripture to me. When I get to the backbone of the elbow 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 total dominion agency and no one even asked me what I was doing, until I reached you,"I said to her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Read the whole card,"I tell him.

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

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

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

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

"Um, Mr. Henry Graham 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 pile up all the district managers in a conference room,"I tell him.

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

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

I stride into the conference elbow room ; Dakota follows me and she sits in a chair in the nook with her helper 's notebook out.

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

I get pretty much unison in a positive head word nod.

"fountainhead, at least I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the important consequence. We are a restaurant group. Which means that we work when our customers are not working. Energy 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 good for them.

"How many time of day a week do you each work ?"I ask.

Silence in the room.

"Would you say that you work the necessitate 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 week and before you begin to argue with me, I had paysheet root for up your timecards and all of you come into oeuvre about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That's a sum of 6 hours per day times 5 solar day a hebdomad equals 30 60 minutes,"I tell all of them. I see stunned secrecy since I included that I had payroll department pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your silence, that you don't disagree with my mathematics. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will fall into the office at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an minute for lunch. You are not allowed to go forth at 4:30 pm and call that last hour your tiffin. I also, expect each of you to run one Sat a month. In place of the Sabbatum, you will get Tuesday off. Lady and gentlemen, we will work for a animation and we will be uncommitted to your world-wide manager. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 hours a week, then you might want to pass this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

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

"Because we haven't been doing our job 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 previous. You've hit it on the head that we are a company that should be working when our customers are playing,"the young man says to me.

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

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

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

"well, my district gross sales are matt to last year, however, we have two eatery that are in a state of turmoil as they are suddenly staffed with at least two key management the great unwashed missing. We also have one of those restaurants, in a roadwork area. The city of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the work will stopping point until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be tenacious than that as they didn't even get started until three weeks ago. Also, we have two eating house, that are severely understaffed, and I have put an ad in the newspaper and on the local job control panel sites. We need at least a dozen blood line cooks and servers in those two eating house,"he tells me. I'm really ingrain with this guy. He knows where his district's numbers are and is will to talk openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Jones'district numbers.

"Mr. Jones, I also see that your invitee check-out procedure average is the highest in the grocery. Your handler have more tenure than anyone else in the market. You came through the system starting as a strain cook and are now a district manager, being the general Manager of the class close class. You are well liked by your director and they tell me in the quarterly survey that when you step into the restaurant, you will jump off in where needed to avail the faculty,"I say to him, in battlefront of the other district managers.

Once again, there is muteness. I point to someone else and ask the same head,"What are your district's numbers ?"

"Um, they're OK. nada special. I have a couple of good eatery, and a couple of restaurants that need some avail, But we'll get better with clip,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"Dean McMillian,"he tells me.

I look him up on the organisation and he's second from the bottom in virtually every category that we measure.

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

"Energy anyone else have any information about their districts ?"I ask the elbow room.

No one says a word.

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

Two solidification of keys are tossed into the heart of the mesa and two guys stand up and begin 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 their Florida key into the center of the table,"I say. However, I see another two guy wire that appear to be considering it. One of them stands up and says,"Yeah, I'm not going to wear my ass only for you to toss me out the doorway in 90 days,"he says as he tosses his winder into the center of the table and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just keep 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 Hiram King Williams ?"I ask. Mr. Robert Tyre Jones excuses himself and take the air out into the main room of the district office. He goes to three desks that have charwoman sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled facial expression on their face.

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

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

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

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

They look at each other and nod their heads yes.

"OK, well, here's the new rules. Your employment docket will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five daytime a week. However, one Saturday a month, you will form that Sat and take Tues off instead,"I tell the three ladies.

"You will work 45 hours a week, at a lower limit. You should get it on your numbers at any prison term of the day or Night. You should make 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 eatery fully stocked with director,"I tell them.

"Oh, and one more thing, don't be afraid to jump in when you go to one of your restaurants and they are curt staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unannounced visits from prison term to meter. I expect that your eatery will be running well, no thing if I'm there visiting or not. use up care of your staff and your customers and matter will get better,"I tell them before I thank them for their prison term and leave.

Dakota is smiling. She knows that there will b more citizenry let go before all is better.

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limo, I hand the chauffeur another slip of paper. This one is an reference for a district billet outside of the city of Seattle, in a Ithiel Town called Kirkland. It is a suburb of Seattle. The head trip from the low gear 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 rainwater boots.

When we get there, a dainty Danton True Young noblewoman, about college age stops me at the figurehead door and ask whom I'm here to see. I hand her my business card. 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 concern card. He gets up and adjusts his attire before he comes over to me.

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

"No, no annunciation. Is it potential to get all the district manager in a conference way ?"I ask.

The gentleman nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to channelize to a conference elbow room in the middle of the rachis wall.

I join them all. Dakota takes a buttocks in the turning point of the room.

"how-do-you-do 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 hullo and ask if things are going well,"I say to them.

No one speaks.

I point to a young lady and ask her name and her Numbers for her district.

"My public figure is Rosita Gonzalez. I've been a dominion manager for just over a year, however, I've been working here for about 6 class now. My district is doing OK. We are having with child guest impediment averages. Our managing director have been in situation for at to the lowest degree one year or longer. We are fully staffed at the restaurants, however, a couple of the restaurants need some strong-arm repair, such as booth tail end and flooring in a couple of spots. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to make it more convenient to the carryout Order as we are all over the post. The faculty all work hard and only one of our building block is having an issue with roadwork in their domain, causing issues with parking and accessibility,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her district's numbers up and she is right on with all the entropy. I see that the lastly health department inspection mentioned the split booth seats, which I promise to help oneself her get fixed.

I announce my new plan for the territorial dominion handler agenda. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hr already, which makes me happy. The only very change is to add the one Sat a month and have them lead the following Tuesday instead. No one seems to out of place about it. I am happy with the issue of this district. I thank them and will the district office.

I tell the chauffeur to manoeuver back to the jet, which she heads towards. The driveway through the traffic takes us about an hr to get to the jet. The intact fourth dimension we are driving, the rain continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limo by the steps and opens the body for us.

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

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

"pappa, we didn't find anyone to bring home,"Dakota says to me.

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

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

The flight home was uneventful. Dakota slept on my dresser almost the total trip. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limo. We grabbed our dish and walked down the gradation. Fred took both of our bags and put them into the trunk. He closed the door behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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