The Chauffeur ( # 43 ) Fighting Back

BY PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Waking up with a refresh Jill was a delightful way to open my optic. For the first tie in a longsighted while, Dakota did not sleep in my bed. I got up and headed towards the bathroom for my morning time ritual. I shaved and I showered.

Once I was through, I went back out to the bedroom where my darling wife was still sleeping. I put on wearing apparel to head towards the Hawk today as my 24 minute of staying at the Chateau is now over.

I unplug my phone, catch my notecase and Francis Scott Key and a couplet of shoes and air-sleeve. I quietly leave the bedroom and head towards the kitchen. Once I'm in the kitchen, Dakota and bathroom are already there. John, of form, is eating a bowl of cereal. Dakota, my darling, is sitting quietly having a cup of deep brown.

Bobby and Sammy ask if I want ballock or something else for breakfast. I agree nut sound commodity. They begin to make me several scrambled eggs with Roger Bacon and some fried potatoes. John finishes his bowl of food grain and asks for some ball as well.

Both John and Dakota are dressed for work. Slowly, mass file out into the kitchen area. I hear what sounds like pelting. I look out the front windows and see that it is pouring severe. I think to myself ; do I lead to work today or stay here at the Chateau ? My mind leans towards heading to the Hawk.

Over the next one-half hour or so, citizenry come out to the kitchen. Bobby and Sammy offer them breakfast. Most of them take the offer. I check the metre and head back down to the sleeping room to attain sure she is awake and beginning to get ready for work. When I open the bedroom door, there sits my gorgeous wife doing her hair at her physical composition mesa. I sneak up behind her and osculate her from behind. She moans as I put my arms around her from behind.

I kiss her again and head back out towards the kitchen once again. I realize that I still don't have my laptop, nor does Jill stimulate her column. I think about using computers at the office.

Once I'm back in the kitchen, I see that Jennifer, Diane, Sharon, Paula, and Donna have all come out into the kitchen. Three of them are eating some eggs and Viscount St. Albans from the chefs.

"Hey guys, could we ingest a nice pork roast for dinner tonight ? Maybe bracing made mashed tater and either some carrot or green beans along with one of your pleasant-tasting Caesar salads. Is that possible ?"I ask.

"No David, we don't make anything like that. Maybe we will have some burgers from Red robin redbreast delivered…. ha, ha, ha,"Sammy says to me causing me to laugh a bit with his sarcasm.

BJ and Danni are both dressed wonderfully. I think to myself that we need to make trusted that we are rotating a duo of the people from the hawk to ensure that Danni gets a lunchtime.

Noticing the sentence once again, I suggest that we should take up heading towards the fomite in the garage and cause to work. Paula and Donna both get into their fomite. whoremaster unlocks the garage doors by removing the carabiner from the track.

Dakota, Sharon, and I get into Dakota's BMW. John, Jennifer, and Diane all get into Gospel According to John's truck. Jill, BJ, and Danni all get into Jill's Mercedes. All five fomite leave the garage and pass through the front logic gate to head towards work.

We are all driving carefully as we haven't had knockout rain in quite a while. In fact, it probably has been 6 or 7 calendar week since we have had any rain at all. When we get to the mortarboard, we all find a parking bit on the second floor. Once parked, we walk across the walkway into the edifice. We all say hello/good morning time to the security guard and get on the elevator to manoeuvre up to the top floor.

Once I am there, we all get off the lift. Sharon, Danni, Jennifer, and Diane all head to their desks. I head to my own desk as well. Jill and BJ head into one of the league rooms to have elbow room to overspread out their paperwork. We all begin to dig into our problem. I open my computer to suss out the study emails once again. As I scan the emails, I don't see any threatening emails this time. I check with Jill and she doesn't have any mistrustful emails either.

I begin my common sorting of e-mail. I scan them and find one from Rob, the IT guy. He discusses things that his group think need to be addressed regarding our computer system. He suggests that we put some new waiter into play. He also suggests that we upgrade directly from Microsoft the security plan to protect our company. His business trace make a whole lot of sense and I give him the enterprisingness to make the change. However, I ask if we should hold his radical on stave, so he isn't overloaded with undertaking. I figure that I'll get a reply either later today or tomorrow.

I begin to go through the ‘ read-only'email, Reading and deleting them. I hear Jill swear a bit coming from her conference room. BJ is apologizing and heading to the printer to get whatever Jill sent there. In my head, it seems as if BJ is doing quite well for Jill.

As I get back to my desk, I see the clock on my computer tell me that it is nearly 11 am. I think to myself that we probably need to order tiffin to be delivered since it is still raining. As I'm looking over the restaurant menu's online, Danni comes to my office staff room access and tells me that there is person here who would like to speak to me. I get up and stick to her back to the reception area. As I approach the arena, I see a Los Angeles Policeman.

"Hello, I'm Jacques Louis David Henry Graham Greene. I understand that you wanted to see me ?"I say to the officer.

"Yes, sir. I'm Officer James Theodore Samuel Williams. I need you to come with me,"he tells me. I'm completely lost."Let me get my assistant,"I tell him. He lets me be intimate that he needs only me and not any of my assistant. He has me wondering what is going on and I get my waterproof and we head out. I tell Danni to let Dakota and Jill know that I have left with Officer Williams. She assures me that she will let both of them know.

ship's officer Williams and I head down to the minute floor. We take the crossover to the parking service department. I say hello again to the security guard as we head over to the service department. Once I'm in the service department, I see his squad car. He unlocks it and we both get into the front seating room. He turns his calculator on its side and slides it down towards the floor. I strap into the seat belt and off we head.

"officeholder Hiram King Williams, where are we headed ?"I ask.

"To a crime shot Mr. Henry Graham Greene. Your front is requested by our Detectives,"he tells me. I'm at a total loss. However, as we head across Town, the letter that I passed along to broker Longmire comes to my mind. Did the Mexican Drug combine get to someone that I know ? I'm not sure as shooting whom it might be as everyone was accounted for hold up night. As we turn the recess, I know who it is. He parks in figurehead of the house. We both get out and steer up to the front door. I meet Detective King James I. He tells me that he requested me to follow to this offence scene.

Detective James carefully takes me inside the house. I take a yoke of stair inside and stop. The living room is covered with blood everywhere. There is origin spray on the far wall, there is blood line on the keep room couch and all over the coffee tabular array with a large pocket billiards of blood at the understructure of the somebody who is underneath the sheet.

"How long has she been dead ?"I ask.

"About 12 hours. I'm assuming that you know who is underneath the sheet,"the detective says to me.

He takes a recess of the sheet and pulls it back. I'm stunned, so much so, I head outside to puke my guts out. I lean over the railing on the front step to barf into the planter next to the movement steps.

detective Williams stands behind me watching me puke my guts out. I have never seen anything so violent ever before in my total life."This is an old girlfriend who left my sign of the zodiac yesterday. We had a combat. I asked her to leave. My assistant called a cab to impart her home. Are there any witnesses ?"I ask.

"Mr. Greene, do you know who this is ?"he asks me.

"Yes. It's Aurora. Her company just started working for me cleaning my house. Has anyone contacted her political boss, Patrick ?"I ask.

"Yes, he's on his way. Another officer is bringing him,"the detective William Tell me.

"Detective, have you been in physical contact with agentive role Longmire of the FBI ? She has been chasing a Mexican Drug combine who has been threatening to mutilate someone that I know. I gave her a DVD of my house for the past 24 hours yesterday. I also gave her a letter that I received threatening to do this,"I tell him. He pulls out his little notepad and begins to ready notation. He asks me for contact information for agent Longmire. I call up her touch info on my cell phone and bridge player the phone to the detective.

"Thank you, Mr. Henry Graham Greene. I need you to delay around for a few minutes. I have a few questions for you,"he tells me.

I sit down on the presence footprint. My venter is still real queasy. I don't know how much time has passed before another constabulary vehicle arrives. St. Patrick gets out of the car and Chicago. He knows the mansion as well and doesn't take a footstep towards the sign of the zodiac. He, instead just stands leaning against the police vehicle. I look at him, trying my Best not to cry as my fountainhead keeps flashing back to the violence that I saw inside.

Patrick comes over to me and sits down on the steps as well. The rainfall is coming down on both of us.

"Is it Aurora ?"he asks.

"Yes, it is. You don't want to go inside. It's possibly the most crimson thing that I have ever seen. I can't believe that this has happened. St. Patrick, I'm so disconsolate. I'm sure as shooting she was murdered because of me,"I tell him. He just shakes his caput telling me that it's not my break. She should have been safe inside her own family, which obviously she wasn't.

We both just sit on the steps staring out to the street and the numeral of law cars that are parked there. I see a news van pull up and get out with a cinematographer and a newsperson. The uniformed police stop them at the street and begin answering their questions. I see the cameraman do a chimneysweep of the forepart of the house. I bow my caput and look down at the ground. Patrick gets up and head towards the news reporters asking them to stop taking pictures of his friend who was murdered. The reporter tried to ask several questions only for Saint Patrick to twist and walk away from them.

Patrick comes back over to me and sits down adjacent to me on the steps."You were saying that you believe that you caused this to happen to dayspring. What makes you believe that ?"he asks me.

"I received a letter yesterday threatening my group that person I know will be murdered. I never in my wildest dreams believed it would be Aurora,"I tell him

"David, you're not to pick. Whoever did this is the person to blame,"he tells me. I'm quite impressed that he is so calm, but then again, he hasn't seen the inside and the horrible way things are.

The detective spends another brace of hours asking both Patrick and me questions. We answered all of his interrogation. However, before the police detective let us go, agentive role Longmire showed up. She spent several minutes chatting with the police detective. Once they finished their conversation, she came over to see me and Patrick.

"Patrick, this is Agent Longmire. factor, this is St. Patrick. This is the somebody that I was asking both of you to come with my wife and me to dinner,"I tell both.

"Mr. St. Patrick, I'm sorry that we met under these consideration. Also, I'm sorry for your loss,"she tells him. She flips receptive her notepad and begins asking me motion. I, of course, want her to find these scum-bags and take them out of the picture. She keeps her equanimity but continues to ask me doubtfulness. Once she is finished asking questions, she offers both Saint Patrick and me a ride back to where the Police picked us up from.

Patrick and I got into her vehicle. She headed back to the peak where the Police picked us up. She dropped off Patrick first, then took me back to the mortarboard. I asked if she could join me for lunch, she agreed. I directed her to the nice Italian place that Fred introduced us to.

When federal agent Longmire and I went inside, the owner came right over and asked if Fred and the remainder of my chemical group would be joining us. I let him know that it would just be the two of us. He hugged Agent Longmire, which I believe that she was completely surprised by that.

He sat us at a table and brought over the usual basket of garlic staff of life."David, how did you know that I love garlic dinero ?"the Agent asks me.

"Um, I didn't. They have great Allium sativum bread here and the owner brings a handbasket of it over to my tabular array all the time,"I tell her.

We had a Nice repast. agentive role Longmire ordered Chicken Parmesan on a bed of spaghetti noodles. I offered to order her a glass of Chianti, but she declined saying that she was working. She ordered a methamphetamine of dieting coke instead. I ordered my usual, spaghetti with core sauce and a couple of meatballs. We sat and had a delicious dejeuner. When it was all over, I paid the luncheon billhook, but agentive role Longmire tried to grab the bill, but I was just a touch quicker. This caused both of us to laugh a bit.

She told me that she thought Patrick was a very handsome man and is interested in going out to dinner with him and Jill and me. This made me very happy to hear that such a violent act did not dissuade her from wanting to go out with Patrick.

As we finished our meal, we headed towards the front doorway to leave. Oddly enough, Agent Longmire clutched my elbow as we left. This made me finger much better about her.

It was about 20 mo to get me back to the mortarboard. She dropped me off at the front threshold, street level and wished me a good rest of the day. I went inside and up to the top via the lift. Once I got to the top, I was met by Dakota. She asked what went on with the Police. I let her and everyone else know that Aurora has been murdered. Several of the ladies, such as Jennifer and Sharon were shocked by the news.

I went inside of the league way to let BJ and Jill know. BJ was stunned. Jill didn't seem that fazed, but then again, she's a Marine.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with me working on my computer reading the ‘ read-only'emails and deleting them as they are read.

CHAPTER 2

As the workday came to an end, I saw that it was near 4:30 pm. I called it to be the end of the day for everyone. I saw people turning off their computers and putting on their waterproof.

I stood by the elevator doorway. Dakota and John both came over to me asking what had happened with the Police. I told him that we would have that discussion back at the Chateau. He didn't ask another word ; he just stood a few infantry away from me waiting for the lift.

As everyone finished up, the radical of people by the elevators grew. When the bell finally dinged and the doorway opened, I let everyone on and stood there just cerebration. I suggested that they go ahead down and send the elevator car back up for me and Dakota.

She took my hand and silently held it as we waited for the elevator to return. It dawned on me that I have no estimation what everyone had for lunch.

"Dakota deary, what did you all have for luncheon ?"I asked.

"Jimmy John's sandwiches. We also ordered a mates of salads but most everyone ordered a sub. Why, what did you have for lunch ?"she asked me.

"Agent Longmire and I went to Fred's Italian eatery,"I tell her.

"Agent Longmire, eh ? Should we expect her to record up at the house tonight for some playtime ?"Dakota asks but is smiling the whole time.

"No smarty-pants. We just had lunch. However, I saw something that caused me to barf my guts out. The Mexican Drug corporate trust got to aurora. They murdered her very violently. There was blood everywhere. I've never seen so a great deal roue in my entire life. It was horrible,"I say to her. She knows that I'm quite rattled about Aurora. She doesn't say a word, she just stands there succeeding to me, holding my hand. When the lift door dings and opens we both step on and twit it down to the 2nd floor.

At the second level, we get off and deal the crosswalk to the parking garage. Sharon and Jennifer are both waiting by Dakota's car for her and me.

We all get into Dakota's BMW and drumhead back towards the Chateau. It is still raining, something that we haven't seen much of in southern Golden State in several weeks.

I text Amy asking her if the chefs made the pork roast that I asked for this daybreak. She told me that Red Robin burgers were waiting for me to get to the house. Then she texted back that she was just kidding me. I sent her a LOL as Dakota was driving through this brainsick atmospheric condition. Clearly, people had forgotten how to ride in the rainwater as we had respective people run dealings Christ Within and microscope slide into the overlap. Which caused me to tighten my seatbelt.

All I could cogitate about was the atrocious scene of break of day's consistency underneath that flat solid. What I remember seeing was her throat cut from ear to ear. Several knife thrust wounds and a bullet train hole in her forehead with the blood covering her face. It just kept haunting me.

In my head, I couldn't think of how to seduce whoever did this pay. When we pull into the court, I begin to formulate a architectural plan on fighting back against our ‘ Quaker'the Mexican Drug Cartel.

As Dakota pulls into the garage, I see John's truck already parked in there. Yet, I don't see Jill's car just yet. I text BJ and ask if they are close to the house. I get a reaction from BJ that they are about 5 arcminute away. As we pull into the service department, I just sit in the front man keister thinking about Aurora. I want to contend back, but I'm not sure just how to approach it. Dakota puts her hand on my go forth articulatio genus, I look at her thanking God that it wasn't her nor Jill.

It dawns on me that I should use my new PR someone to address the murder of dawning. Let the public press push the police and the detectives to speak to sunup's death. As I hear the service department door open and see Jill's car enter the garage, I decide to get out of Dakota's car and head inside. I stand by the door to the firm and postponement for Jill to join me.

Once we are all gathered in the garage, I hold the room access clear for all the ladies. Each one gives me a kiss as they go inside.

We all end up in the kitchen, Bobby tells me that dinner will be set in about 15 minutes, so if I wanted to take a prompt shower, I had adequate time to do so. I think about it for a instant but decide not to go contain a shower.

My headphone bombination. It's Agent Longmire.

"Hello Agent, why are you giving me a phone yell ? Are you asking if you can come over for dinner ?"I ask chuckling a bit.

"No, smarty pants. I just spoke to Saint Patrick. He said he's still in for the dinner if you are still willing,"she says to me.

"Of track, I'm still in. Is there a night that works for both you and Saint Patrick ?"I ask.

"How about tomorrow night, both Patrick and I seem to deliver an opening on our schedule. Where should we gather you and your wife ?"she asks.

"At your front threshold,"I tell her.

"Huh ? I don't understand,"she says.

"It means that I'm sending a car to pick you up,"I tell her.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I'll be happy to drive,"she tells me. However, I won't hear of it, so I tell her that I'm sending a car for her tomorrow nighttime. She relents and agrees to be picked up.

agent Longmire tells me that she'll be by tomorrow to the Hawk to contribute me both my laptop and Jill's tower. I thank her and we end the sound call.

The chefs have dinner cook. John Lackland makes a home for Diane, that included some salad. He also made himself a plate.

As everyone has a photographic plate of food in strawman of them, I stand to assure what has gone on today with the police.

"OK, everyone, may I cause your attention for just a duad of moment. Saint John the Apostle, will you please go get the pool firm chemical group ?"I ask.

whoremaster gets up and chief out to the pool family. He knocks on the door and brings them into the house. They come inside and do themselves a dinner plate. I send Dakota to get Mom and Fred.

When they come out to the dining room, I decide that I need to let everyone have sex what happened today.

"I need to distinguish everyone what the police picked me up for today. They took me to Aurora's house. I found her murdered. Her throat was slit from ear to ear. She had multiple stab wounds all over her consistence plus she had one single gunshot wound in the marrow of her forehead. There was origin everywhere. I have never seen such a gruesome situation. It made me go outside and crumb my guts out. I now know whom they went after, someone that I mistakenly kicked out of our menage yesterday,"

"What do we do then ?"Jennifer asks.

"I don't know. But I do lie with that we need to watch each other's backs. If you have a carry permit, delight wear your artillery. If you don't have a carry permit, then please check with individual who does let one. I don't want anyone here hurt, am I exonerate about this ?"I ask.

I hear various yeses. I care for all my chemical group and haven't decided how to defend back. This drug cartel needs an ass-kicking. I decide to put a song into Special factor Fernandez.

"Mr. Greene, how are you ? Agent Longmire tells me that you had a uncut day,"he says to me.

"Jose, I want to spite them. I want to film the conflict to these shitheads. They murdered mortal and did it in a horrible way. How do I strike the battle to them ?"I ask.

"Do you really desire to do that ?"he asks.

"Yes, so very much so,"I tell him.

"Then here's what we're going to do. I have it on commodity selective information, that we know where their main hideout is located. They also have about a dozen pocket-size blank space that they stock weapons and people to push. care to go after them ?"Fernandez asks me.

"Abso-fucking-lutely Now it's sentence to contract the fight to them,"I say to Fernandez.

"Well, alright then. Put your 5 good guesswork together, I'll be by to cull you all up in about a half an hr,"he says to me.

I tap bathroom, Dakota, Jill, Donna, and both the CG boys. I tell the boys to get their rifles, as they will be helping us hold down some of the Mexican Drug Cartel. I explain that they will be taking key office to have the dorsum of the group. I explain that they need to contribute dozens of their .50 caliber ammunition. They should also lend their scopes. I expect them to guide a spatial relation that is high and able to hurt them when we are attacked, which we will be.

I put tactical vests on the rest of the others. Everyone going has multiple ammunition clips. Just as expected, Fernandez shows up with a prominent smuggled Chevy Suburban. John follows with his truck and both CG male child. We drive across township and meet up with about 40 FBI agentive role. I pick out a rooftop and post the CG boys to the rooftop to nurse a sniper's position.

As they climb the outside steel fire ravel, they reach the rooftop in just a distich of mo. They focus their John Scopes and lay out various snip of ammunition. They text that they are ready to do some damage.

toilet and Donna take a positioning at their incline entree. Jill, Dakota and I take a attitude at their front room access. About 20 agents are with us at the presence threshold, another 10 agents are with John at the side door, and the rest of the agentive role along with broker Longmire take a berth at the rachis door. limited Agent Fernandez calls on his headset.

"We go in 3-2-1…attack,"he gives the statement to snipe the Drug Cartel.

John and the agent with him kick in the side door, shooting everything that they see holding a gun. I kick in the social movement threshold and begin shooting everyone that I see inside, along with the 20 or so agents that enter with me. Dakota takes a justificatory position outside so if any sneak past us she will take them down.

Several agent kick in the backward threshold. great deal of gunfire there, a couple of factor go down. Jill works her way to the agents coming through the indorse door. She is firing at everything that moves that is not in tactical gear. I am also firing hitting everything that is moving. As one clip empties, I load another taking aim at anyone moving. The agents that entered the breast room access with me are taking drug cartel members out with precision. I'm sure that the gunfight can be heard in the locality. I have hit and killed 9 combine phallus all of whom were firing at myself and the FBI federal agent. No one was unarmed that we shot at.

The whole process takes about 20 minutes. We have shot and killed nearly 50 drug cartel multitude, all of whom have fired their artillery at us. As I check with Fernandez and Longmire, only two FBI agents were hit, neither of them seriously. John said he killed 5 drug cartel guys. Jill took 4 down, killing all four. Dakota got the solely one that snuck out the side door. He took a blastoff at her and she put a round of drinks between his eyes. Donna says she only got 3 drug cartel bozo, but she said that the agentive role around her took down about a twelve guys, making them absolutely, not wounded.

There is a car wax of combine members trying to get off. Both CG male child take several shots at them and read out all 5 guys in the car, causing the car to crash into a building across the street. I hear some hooting from the rooftop from the CG boys, doing their job as master snipers.

I check with Longmire and Fernandez. Both are just fine. Longmire says she got 4 and Fernandez says he got 4 as well. I thank them for allowing us to connect them. Fernandez calls for an investigating federal agent to interview the other agents. Longmire and Fernandez enjoin me that I need to take on my the great unwashed out of here as they violated a big FBI normal. I gather out my multitude and off we go. We are all full of adrenaline on the drive dwelling house. I do the math in my head, John 5, Jill 4, Donna 3, Dakota 1, and I got 9. The CG boys got 5. My math counts a aggregate of 27. Fernandez said before we left that they did a quick count and it seems as if all told 53 cartel appendage have been shot and killed. No combine penis is still alive, they all have been killed.

"Jill, text someone back at the sign of the zodiac, let them know we are all all right and no one got shot,"I tell her. She grabs her telephone set and texts the house.

"They tell us, we are insane, but everyone is glad that we took it to them,"Jill tells all of us in King John's hand truck. We drive home, all of us are amped up on the adrenaline from shooting the cartel member. Donna tells us that she hasn't shaft anyone since her days in the Marines. However, she is glad that we have hit them where they were hiding. Longmire and Fernandez may have invited us, but I am quite indisputable that they weren't expecting us to take out 27 cartel penis out of the 53 Fernandez said were killed. In my head, I did some warm math and figured that it was just above 53 % of my group shooting and killing cartel. Now, I wanted to take out a full-page ad taunting the Mexican Drug combine, but I know that would only get Fernandez and Longmire into fuss. I suggested that when we all get home that we are to clean our weapons and reload the ammunition clips.

As John pulls into the courtyard, I am so lofty of my group. None of them let themselves get charge and all of them took out Drug Cartel appendage. trick parks his truck into the garage and everyone piles out of the hand truck. We're all chatty about the event.

CHAPTER 3

When we were all inside, Sammy had a series of desserts prepared for all of us. He had another of his fabulous chocolate cakes. He had a Daucus carota sativa cake with emollient cheese icing, and he had about 5 XII cocoa chip cookies. John took a slicing of carrot cake and about 6 cookies. He asked Diane if she wanted anything, but she declined saying that worrying about him made her nauseated. He apologized to her, but he wouldn't hope her not to go again. She kissed him and told him that she was all nervous about him going on the attack on the drug cartel. He smiled and told her that he did it to make her rubber, she just put her arms around him and held onto her guy.

I can tell that the raid on the drug cartel has gotten Donna all amped up….and horny. I see her whisper to Jill ; I'm guessing I know what the whispering is all about. The two CG boys immediately went out to the pool house after they stored their rifles in the gun good. They felt good taking out the bad guys. I can only estimate that if there is difficulty, it will make out from them taking out the careful of corporate trust extremity with their .50 caliber rifle shots. Maybe there will be an autopsy, maybe not. Let's Leslie Townes Hope for not.

Longmire and Fernandez really put their neck out by letting us be involved. I need to intend of a way to give thanks them that won't get them into trouble. Before we left, I thanked the agents that kicked in the nominal head doorway with me for watching my backbone during the firefight. Up until then, I had only imagined of ever being in a gunfight, and now, I've been in one and the Adrenalin rush is incredible.

As I suggested, everyone is cleaning their weapon, except for the two CG boys. They're interfering getting laid over at the syndicate planetary house, or at to the lowest degree that's what I was thinking was going on. Loretta Young guys, erotica star girlfriends, plus a large chested roomie that is well known in the smut diligence as a dandy blowjob person, what could Fred's two nephews ask for any salutary ?

Donna is overly chatty. She is talking to Jennifer about a statute mile a minute. Jennifer is just smiling and letting her run with the conversation. When Donna finally did stop talking, Jennifer excused herself and went over to John. She put her arms around him and told him that she was a nervous wreck the whole metre he was gone. Her and Diane sat together and worried. John told her it was the most incredible matter he had ever done and that I had his back. She didn't need to know that I was on a completely unlike side of the house from him. accuracy be told, it was the FBI federal agent that had his rachis, not me.

Jill sat quietly, almost pensive. I went over to her and pulled a chair out and sat down.

"Darling, what's going on. You seem more reflective than amped up like Donna and John the Divine,"I say to her.

"It's just how I process killing someone and I killed 4 people today. I haven't shot ad killed that many the great unwashed since my Day in the Marines. However, unlike the war machine sidereal day, I shot from closeup. None of my gibe were at mortal that was no more than 8-10 feet away from me. In the military, I was shooting my arm at multitude that were usually about 100-200 foot away. Not the eccentric today. Let me just work the events,"Jill tells me. I kiss her on the boldness and let her just sit and clean her firearm.

I see no one in the TV room, so I head in there and rick on the TV to learn an action TV. I select the picture ‘ Bad son'with Will Smith and Martin Lawrence of Arabia. Something in my wit tells me that the role that Tea Leone plays isn't really acting, it's more like how she really is in life. As I'm watching the movie, Sammy comes over with a big arena of popcorn. I take a handful and begin eating. My brain is loving this popcorn. It has substantial melted butter, not some powdered butter flavoring nor butter flavored oil ( like at the movie theaters ). He also brings out a bowl of cinnamon bark cabbage popcorn. This one I really liked and took control of that bowl.

John came out and sat in the reclining chair. He asked for the popcorn bowlful with the very butter. Donna filed out and Dakota did as well. I ended up with Donna on one side of me, and as usual Dakota on the other side.

I sat there staring at the TV but was thinking about how prosperous my life has become. I got to do something that virtually no one would ever get to do, go on a deputation with agents of the FBI. I could stimulate gotten my family in serious trouble today. I need to settle down and terminate mentation and acting impulsively. This could have turned out much forged than it did.

The shooting made the nightly news. According to the tidings, there was a total of 40 drug corporate trust fellow member killed as FBI federal agent tried to deliver some warrants, which I thought was a sound cover story.

I was deep in idea and not watching what was going on around me. I finally came back to seeing my lilliputian girl, Dakota stuffing her face full of my Ceylon cinnamon tree scratch popcorn. She was giggling at me being off in the distance while she pilfered my popcorn.

I pulled her into me and began to tickle her. That made her squeal with laughter. It's always nice to see her grin and laugh. She's as problematic as nails and anticipated my need and wants like no one that I have ever encountered. Jill is the exact opponent. She is also toughie as nails, but she is much more measured in her shipway.

Once Dakota and I settled down and I quit tickling her, Donna put her head on my shoulder. I can distinguish that Donna needs some physical attention. I put my digit underneath her Chin and nibble her principal up to snog me. She ends up putting both arms around my cervix and kissing me for quite a while.

Donna stands up and takes me by the script. She leads me past Jill, who is still cleaning her weapon and sitting pensively. Donna leads me down the hallway to my own bedroom. She pulls me inside and keeps going dragging me to my bathroom. There she sheds her clothes and steps into the shower. I just stood there looking at her beautiful body underneath the water system. It was beautiful to watch the piddle cascading down her organic structure, over her marvellous breasts, down her flat belly, and into the vale of delight known as her pussy.

She turns and process me with that one finger that cleaning woman use to marshal you silently. I kick off my shoes, shed my clothes and step into the shower with her. She comes over to me and puts her arms around my neck and pulls me into her, tightly. We had marvellous passionate sex for nearly an hr in the shower. When we finally finished, we took time drying each early off. It has been a patch since I have played with Donna. She is a very hump woman, who is a sensual creature. When we are done drying each other off, she wraps a towel around her and leaves the bedroom. I, as usual, put a yoke of shorts on and my usual E. B. White tee shirt. I sat on the quietus bed for a few minute of arc thinking about the events of the day and how it affected everyone. John and Donna are all amped up. Jill pensively cleaning her weapon. Dakota trying to be her cockamamy ego. The CG boys, may have done the best thing of all, go have nice sweaty sex with their porn wiz lady friend and Belinda.

My psyche again thinks about aurora. How did they get to her ? Did they just come to the doorway and attempt when she opened it ? Did we kill the person or someone who murdered Aurora ? Are there more out there hiding ? Should I retain to interest about something happening to one of the household members ? The questions swirl around in my head.

I head back out to the kitchen as I feel a bit thirsty once again. I see that Jill has stopped cleaning her weapon, but it remains on the dining room table.

"Hey Darling, can I put this in the gun safe for you ?"I ask her. She nods yes and I take the gun and go to the gun safe and put it inside on one of the two shelves. I feel a bit leisurely about putting the gun in the safe.

Again, as I go back into the kitchen, three heavy bozo come to the gate once again. They ring the buzzer. I answer,"Hello,"I say.

"We're here to deliver something to a Mr. David Greene, but we need to give birth him sign for it. Please transport him out here,"the man with an obviously Russian accent says into our gate speaker.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Greene is not available right now. Please feel free to leave the bundle at the gate and somebody will total out to get it,"I say into the speaker.

"When will Mr. Greene be available as this is the second sentence, we have attempted to deliver this package,"the Russian sounding man said.

Like I said a few second ago, Mr. Greene is very meddlesome. If you want to leave behind him the package, then fine we'll come out to get it. Otherwise, you'll have to take on one of his assistant to sign for the package,"I tell the man.

I get no response, but on the security camera, I see him shrug his shoulders with someone else taking the box from the man that spoke. They walk back down the avail road. Apparently, they must have used Google single-valued function to find that we have a avail route leading to the figurehead gate.

I texted Fernandez that we were visited by our Russian acquaintance again. I made a DVD for whoever will get along to pick it up. Making the DVD made me cerebrate about Patrick, see what we saw may make him not require to go on the date with Longmire. I decided to call Patrick.

"Hey, Patrick. It's David Greene. I just wanted to call up you and match on how you're doing ?"

"Um, I guess I'm doing OK. I had to put an ad in the newsprint for a replacement for daybreak. I mean, she was an incredible pain in the ass, but when she turned on the charm, she could enchant the air sock right off you, but you already know that. You and she dated for a piece. May I ask how long you dated and how retentive ago ?"St. Patrick asks.

"well, we dated respective geezerhood ago, before I married my outset wife. comic thing, we only dated about a month or two, we were sorcerous in bed, but we were oil and water living together. She and I didn't mix outside of the sleeping accommodation,"I tell him.

"I can interpret that. We dated for about 5 weeks. I couldn't take her always complaining about how many hours I work. I mean, I own this business enterprise and I certainly don't want it to give out because I'm whoring around,"Patrick tells me.

"Patrick, are we still on for tomorrow night ? I hope we are because I think the ma'am, I'm introducing you to will put a grin on your face. She understands foresighted hours as she probably works somewhere between 60-75 hours a workweek, sound associate ?"I ask.

"Yeah, it kind of auditory sensation like we are versions of each former. What does she do for a sustenance that she works so many hours ? Does she own her own business as well ?"Saint Patrick asks.

"Nope, she's in law enforcement. Hey, I just thought, you don't have a criminal record, do you ?"I say laughing a bit.

"No, no malefactor record. Law enforcement you say ? That's interesting,"he says.

"fountainhead, I wouldn't want you to be arrested on your number one get together of her,"I say to him still laughing a bit.

"Hey, I need your speech. I'm sending a car to find fault you up. After what we just went through, I don't want you to stimulate to worry about taking yourself to dinner. Since I own a limo company, just let me send a car to pick you up. Sound respectable ?"I ask.

"Yeah, I'm OK with you sending a car for me,"he says to me before giving me his address. I notice that the address is in a gracious part of LA. It 's not Beverly Hills, but still a nice part of LA. Now, I must convert Longmire to sacrifice me her home speech for this to work. In my head, I thought about how today went and maybe, just maybe Longmire will believe me enough to part with her rest home address.

I hang up the earpiece from Patrick, now on to Heidi Longmire.

"Hello Ms. Longmire, this is Saint David Graham Greene,"I say to her.

"Why hello Mr. Henry Graham Greene, why are you calling ?"She asks.

"To get your address. I'm sending a car to pick you up tomorrow Nox. No backing out of our tidy sum,"I say to her. I get an unusually long break before she finally agrees to have me her home address.

"Thank you, Heidi. I assume I have your license to foretell you Heidi when we're not talking piece of work ?"I say to her.

"Sure. I'm fine with that. tell apart me a bit more about this guy that I'm being introduced to tomorrow night, and of course of action, where are we going for dinner party ?"She asks.

"wellspring, I decided on Longhorn Steakhouse. It's a very relaxed atmosphere, plus I love their food. This guy you're going to be introduced to owns a home cleaning service. He's always working trying to bring in for sure that his customer are taken tending of properly. Like you, he is working all the time. Maybe, if you two hit it off tomorrow night you can possess a late-night day of the month. But, that's up to you and him. Jill and I are only doing institution and feeding both of you. Oh, and I don't want the not eating thing you women like to do when meeting mortal. I expect you to eat a regular meal,"I tell her.

We chat a few more minute of arc before we say our goodbyes. I feel better about the date still being on. Patrick was the one that I thought would bail on the appointment after Aurora, but thankfully he didn't.

I asked Dakota to dial up black Car limousine and transport a reaching limo to St. Patrick's address first, then to Heidi's. In my headland, I was debating on just picking them up just the two of them, but then again, I didn't want the conversation to be turned to break of the day. I decided that the limo needs to come here offset to pick up Jill and me, then Patrick, and finally Heidi.

I saw Dakota still watching a movie on the couch in the TV way. In my drumhead, if we Jill and I were going to the Hawk, then we would need to go out about 3:00 pm to get dwelling in fourth dimension to shower and change, then get into the limo and pass to their home. Of track, in my header, I wondered if we should break up up Heidi first and thus not showing her address to mortal she has not checked out. It just made more sense to me to peck her up first then Patrick.

Jill was out in the TV room, but she was sitting in the reclining chair, not really participating with anyone. Sammy had brought a bowl of popcorn, but she only had a couple of bite out of it. She just set it down on the little side table next to the chair.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up in the morning, I found Jill snoring next to me and a small little creature all snuggled up, ass first into me. I could tell just by the feel of the consistency that it was Dakota.

I hugged her before I sat up and worked my way down to the metrical foot of the bed to head to the bathroom for my common dawn rituals. I decide that I need to shave, a nice shaving with my razor. The one that I will do tonight will be with my electric razor instead. I step into the shower and convey a nice hot shower. Once again, being alone in the cascade only takes a few minutes to get everything clean, including my hair.

When I'm done, I turn off that wonderful hot water system and footmark out of to dry off and get dressed. I decide that for tonight, it will be primp slacks and a short-sleeved garb shirt and dress shoe. However, right now I'm heading to the Hawk, for work.

As I picked my wearing apparel out of the closet, I had to wake Jill. I'm a bit worried about her. Hopefully, she has pondered what happened yesterday with the drug cartel. I have the argument in my head as to why we should have done what we did with the Fed. I don't want to have to worry about Jill and how she is processing as accent often affects a baby during pregnancy.

I shook Jill gently and woke up a grumpy Jill. So far, it seemed as if the normal Jill was back as she hates being woke up. Dakota is easygoing, give her a footling wag and she pops her eyes unfastened and gets her day going with a large cup of coffee.

Dakota bounds into the shower bath, as Jill was looking turnout over. One for study and one for tonight. I came over to her and kissed her. She smiled and put her sleeve around me and leaned in for a 2d kiss, which I gave her.

"good morning Darling,"Jill says to me. I was happy to get a line her say those words.

"Did you sleep well, my dear ?"I ask her.

"Oh yeah, once I had a prissy glass of wine. It settled me down before I came to bed. Of line, I saw Dakota all snuggled up into you sleeping peacefully so I wasn't going to come alive you. We have the whole date that's not a date affair, tonight don't we ?"She asks.

"You mean the introduction dinner,"I tell her even though it could go horribly wrong."Yes, we have that tonight,"she smiles as I tell her that. She picks out a nice span of jeans and a White blouse along with a pair of low heels. For work, she chooses a nice skirt along with a colorful blouse. I just grinning at what I see. When she hears the water turn over off and Dakota coming into the sleeping room, she gets up and heads to the bathroom to get ready.

Dakota, with a towel wrapped around her beautiful little trunk, flips the back of the towel up to flash me her cute ass. I just smile. As she leaves the chamber, I still haven't figured out what to get her for Dec 25. The vacation is only about 10 daytime away and I need to pass some time going shopping, however, the two peeress that I love the most I have absolutely no estimate what to get either of them.

I see various phone explosive charge dangling on the dresser and another one on Jill's war paint table. I grab my phone off the charger along with my wallet and keys and head out to the kitchen. I get there before Dakota, so I turn on the coffee pot.

John is already there eating a roll of cereal. I see both Jennifer and Diane all dressed for workplace. I have it in my thinker to check out on Jennifer's progression in solving some of the issues that we had discussed a few day ago.

Paula comes out, looking ravishing and kisses me on the cheek, pours herself a cup of coffee and heads to work. Donna comes out, also looking stunning. She gives me a passionate kiss, probably from our lovemaking seance yesterday in the shower. She had a copulate slices of toast with a fried arduous egg between them. I was just sitting at the kitchen mesa just admiring her beautiful body.

She poured me a glass of my pineapple succus and put it in battlefront of me. I watched her eat the deep-fried egg sandwich and imbibe a cup of coffee bean. When she was done, she tossed her theme plate into the methamphetamine, kissed me again and headed out.

I see that I missed a call from agent Longmire. I decided that it was too early to call her back, so I set an warning device on my speech sound to remind me to telephone her in a short circuit while.

Dakota finally came out to the kitchen, and as expected she went right for the deep brown pot. She checked my glass to bring in sure I had some succus in it. She smiled and sat at a chair by me.

Jill came out just a few instant later and boy does she look amazing. I don't know what it was this dawning, but all the ma'am looked tremendous as they headed out to shape. I ask Jill if she will repulse us to the Hawk, as we are going to be leaving early, probably around 3, so she has enough meter to get ready. I also asked Dakota if she ordered up a limousine for tonight, she said she had but that Fred took over and will now be the driver for tonight's dinner. Dakota had already given Fred the speech for both Saint Patrick and Heidi.

I was happy to hear everything was all set up. What concerned me was the phone call from Longmire that might change things.

I decide that I have waited long enough and dial her up. I noticed that I'm calling her FBI speech sound and not her personal headphone, which in my head was a expert sign.

"Good morning time agentive role Longmire. I see that I missed a birdcall from you last night, Is everything alright ?"I ask.

"Yeah, everything is hunky-dory. I just wanted to get your schedule today so I can bring you your laptop and your wife's tower. We installed two program to keep any boost nasty electronic mail from appearing in your e-mail box. We have also added a program that will move any bad e-mail to a personal filing cabinet in which it will be sent to our IT team who will destroy,"she says to me. I smile now knowing that she isn't trying to bail from the introduction dinner.

"My schedule is that both Jill and I will be at the Hawk construction downtown and will be leaving there about 3 pm to come in plate and get ready for an introduction dinner with two multitude whom I think will be a good fit for each other,"I say to her.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way. It's nice to know soul is looking out for me,"she says with a bit of a chortle. I tell her that we will be seeing her about 5-ish and await to see a limousine show up at her front door. She tries to object politely, but I won't hear of it and just tell her to be make. She assures me that she will be waiting.

Jill takes me by the helping hand, and we head to her car in the garage. Dakota has BJ and Danni in her vehicle. Sharon rides with John and Diane. Donna takes her own car to the call center.

I don't know why, but Amy came popping into my head. I dialed her up and chatted with her asking if everything was going OK. She told me that everything was just very well. I smiled and ended the conversation.

"darling, are you make for tonight ?"I ask Jill.

"Well, sort of. I certainly could use the Nox to still be working on the store labor, but I guess one night won't be all that bad, plus you picked a honest restaurant, right ?"She asks.

"I picked Longhorn,"I tell her.

"What fourth dimension will the limo come to the business firm to get us ?"Jill asks.

"I would guess about 4. Fred will be driving,"I tell her. She smiles. I'm guessing that she is happy to see Fred do some of our driving once again.

As usual, when we get to the mortarboard, we park on the minute floor and take the crossover to the tower. Once inside the tower, the security guard tells us dear morning as we wait for the elevator. When the room access opened, I felt Jill's hand squeeze my ass even though there are about a twelve citizenry on the elevator.

I just smile, not making a aspect. It was just Jill's way of teasing me. We ride the elevator to the top. When the threshold open, I see Agent Longmire standing there with two data processor. I walked over and picked up my laptop computer as I was thankful to see that piece of equipment come back into my life. Jill took the other computing device, the tower and carried it to her desk. I thanked Agent Longmire and told her that I look forward to seeing her tonight, she said she was a bit uneasy about meeting this guy. I told her not to worry, if all goes nicely, then she will maybe have someone to chat to who also works all the insane hours. I put my laptop computer in my haversack pulling out the two DVD that I made for Longmire. I gave them to her before she stepped onto the elevator. From there I went to see Jennifer.

When I got to her desk, I pulled a chair from another desk over and sat next to her.

"fountainhead, how goes the mini-projects that I gave you ?"I ask.

"We are making advance. The old Lady who was cleaning john has a society to reckon over now that is handling all the janitorial in the construction for her. There is a new vender who is pressure level washing the eagle so the outside will have the check entreaty that you are looking for to match up with early construction in DC,"she tells me.

I'm happy that she is making strides at the versatile projects. I tell her that tomorrow Dakota and I will be heading to Seattle for a quick twist around sojourn. I go into Jill's office where she and BJ are working hard. I kiss Jill, who is annoyed at me interrupting her.

"Darling, I just wanted to let you know that I'm taking a short trip-up to Seattle, I see result that need to be addressed. I may conduct another run to the Dallas grocery as there are still government issue with the entire restaurant variance there,"I tell her.

"testament these be on the same stumble, or will you come abode first. I need to recognise if my boyfriend can come over,"she says smiling and giggling at me with her joke. I just grin and let her know that it will be two trips and she should schedule him to make water two visit. I know that she is working hard so I kiss her and leave the way. I decide not to kiss BJ, for no genuine rationality other than I didn't want to

I look at the clock and see that it is already noontime. I call Dakota over and ask her to call off the local jemmy can's and order sandwiches for everyone on the floor. She takes her telephone and her helper's notebook computer to make the telephone set shout. When it was done, she tells me that the food will be here in about 35-40 second, which seems fairish to me.

I decided that I should try out my laptop to see if the program that the FBI put on the laptop computer will slow the system down. Taking the computing device out of my back pack I open it and call on it on. It boots right up just like it normally does.

I log into the email portal site and look at the massive number of electronic mail that I have. 1755 emails. I guess not having my laptop allowed my email inbox to get overloaded. I started with the usual, looking for multiples of the Same. I put them all together and highlighted the remaining one to be read later.

I scanned through the itemisation and saw no more Mexican Drug Cartel emails. In my read/write head, I was sure that we, along with the FBI have eliminated that stallion group from their hiding space, much like circle. I look at the TV screen on in the breakroom and see that the Mexican Drug combine shooting is still in the new bicycle. Although I shouldn't be surprised, with that many bad guys dying it will stay put in the news cycle for respective says.

I spend time working my way through the e-mail. When the sandwiches arrive, my darling Dakota joins me in my business office. She ordered me a turkey sandwich with slews of mayo and extra tomatoes. To my surprise and delight, she ordered herself a vegetarian sandwich. She also ordered one for Diane as well. However, for Jill, she ordered their three-meat sub. It came with turkey, ham, and roast squawk. For me, she ordered what I like the ham and dud, however, she knows that I like both duplicate mayo and extra tomatoes.

I call several of the former employees into the larger league room to sit and eat. I saw a mates of people not joining in as they took their luncheon out of the breakroom fridge and sat at their desk to eat. That really bothered me, I want everyone to enjoy their lunchtime. Since Sharon is across the board from me, I let her have it off that no one should be working during their lunch hour. She tells me that she will handle that and goes back to eating her sub.

Jill never left her group discussion elbow room ; however, she did send BJ out to conjoin us in the big conference elbow room. The older lady, Ruth replaced Danni at the front line desk. I was very gladiolus to see that happen.

I'm looking forward to the foundation dinner tonight, but having Fred subscribe us around made me feel good. I whispered in Dakota's ear to dial up the jet as she and I are taking a trip to Seattle tomorrow. She tells me that after lunch that will be taken concern of, which made me smile.

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