The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The probe Menachem Begin

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

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

After finishing my morn duties, I washed my hired man and came out of the john looking at my two pin-up still sleeping. I put on a dyad of shorts and a tee shirt and headed out to the kitchen grabbing my headphone off the charger on the way out.

Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a drinking glass of juice and just sat at the kitchen table seeing Bobby and Sammy still putting things away from yesterday's party. Looking at all they were still putting away, I just figured that my boy St. John the Apostle would be in left-over heaven.

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

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

Jennifer started,"Are you kidding us, David ? He's been trying so laborious these past few calendar month to emulate you that how could he NOT seem and act More mature. holy place poop, you are old enough to really be his Father, and for that, I am so thankful. Many times, when I hear Dakota birdsong you ‘ Daddy'I think that maybe John should be calling you the Saami thing. You have done more for him in the past tense few months than his biological Fatherhood ever did,"she says to me with a big smiling on her face.

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

Seeing Sharon do that, caused Jennifer to do the same.

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

When I reached the front door, I opened it wide and invited the valet de chambre inside. He declined and asked me to abuse outside, which I did.

I saw various agents buzzing around taking photograph and measurements.

"Hello, Mr. Greene. I'm master Perez. Washington sent me to handle the investigation of yesterday's shooting,"he told me.

"Well, master, it's St. David. Mr. Henry Graham Greene is my pop off don,"I tell him.

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI communications protocol requires me to shout you Mister until the typesetter's case is wrapped up,"he explains which was the get-go time someone had rebuffed my endeavor to be called David, which I was fine with since it made sense.

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

I stepped a match of steps to his side of meat to avoid looking into the sun. He turned with me and said,"All the federal agent are fine. The most good one was federal agent Don…um…hold on for a 2d while I check my tone. Oh, here it is, Agent Don McHenry. Yes, he's fine. The hospital stitched him up and sent him nursing home late last night,"he tells me.

I summon Sharon over and tell her the intelligence. She kisses me on the cheek and runs off to get her telephone set. In literally seconds, I see her chatting with someone, whom I assume is broker Don. I see her grinning. She puts her phone down and comes back to me telling me she is heading over to his house to ‘ remove tutelage of him'all the while she is smiling her big beautiful smile. I check with the sea captain to make sure it is OK for her to bequeath, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

She quickly heads off to interchange wearing apparel and go see broker Don.

police chief Perez begins,"Mr. Greene, I hope you understand that it's zip personal, but you are a defendant as well,"he tells me in a earnest manner.

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

"How can you do that ?"

"I can make you a DVD of all of our security system cameras in just a few bit if you are interest ?"I ask.

"Absolutely,"he tells me.

I invite him inside and he follows me to the security department setup in the kitchen. He looks at the security setup and nods his head in approval.

"chieftain just pass on me a mates of minutes and I'll have that DVD for you,"I tell him.

"Mr. Greene, do you possess a copy of the other shooting your home took a twain of weeks ago as well ?"

"Of class, would you like a copy of that as well ?"I ask him. He nods his head in approval. I wait for yesterday's shooting to be copied to the DVD phonograph recording before I callup the other shot and set out to simulate it as well.

I put the for the first time DVD into a clear pillowcase and hand it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a disc of meat out. Bobby begins to wrap up respective steaks into a large small-arm of tinfoil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 ribs into two great pieces of tin foil When all the meat is wrapped up, they put the three man of wrap up meat into a report bag and hand it to captain Perez, who tries politely to turn down. They won't hear of it and pressure him to convey the paper bag.

I just smile.

I ask him if he would like a cup of coffee, he declines to say that he needs to get back out-of-door to monitor his guy and the investigation.

"Captain, may we discuss person from the city police for a couple of minute of arc ?"I say as we are walking back towards the figurehead door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are comrade with a City police police lieutenant Vladimir Horowitz. I mean, I'm not sure if Special factor Fernandez made reference of him in his reputation or not,"I say to the Captain.

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

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

"fountainhead, Mr. Graham Greene, it's more than than just an investigation, but I believe that he is on the verge of being indicted,"He tells me putting his digit to his rim indicating that I'm not supposed to say anything. I nod my headway affirmative to acknowledge his petition for me to be unsounded on the matter.

Once back outside, Captain puts his food and the DVDs into his way vehicle. He reaches into his air pocket and hands me his card. I see it has the Hoover building address on it from DC.

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

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

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

"Which column ?"

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

"Oh, I hope you're going to houseclean that building up. It was built a little to a lesser extent than ten years ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is mountain of money spent ensuring that construction stay unclouded and peachy in appearance, but not the kraft paper building. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking care of it the import it became absorb,"he tells me, which really surprised me that we would get such an honest perspective of the building.

"well, it's no longer going to be called the Kraft construction. We're renaming it the bird of Jove. We have renamed all of the tugboat that we bought after a bird of some variety,"I tell him.

"Where else did you buy ?"He asks.

"well, here in LA, which we call the hawk. One in Tampa, which we call the Flamingo, one in Madison WI which we call the Snowy Owl, and one in Toronto that we call the Blue Jay,"I tell him.

"That will be nice to change the name to give people the understanding that ownership has changed,"the captain says.

"We're also looking at one in Atlanta, that if we get it, we will call that one the Falcon and one in phoenix that we will call the carmine, there's also a potential one in Dallas that we would prognosticate the vulture,"I tell him.

He nods indicating he understands but asks,"I see some of the birds coincide with athletics teams, Atlanta, Toronto, and Phoenix. However, some don't make any sensation,"he says to me.

"None of them are designed to be named after the fun enfranchisement. They are named after birds that are indigenous to the city,"I tell him.

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

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

"Why, yes. My start wife made me break them up. She hated the smell of them so instead of constantly arguing with her, I just discontinue them."I tell him.

He hands me the cigar, shakes my hand and goes back to check on his agent's progress on the investigation.

I turn and go back inside.

CHAPTER 2

I see trick is now up and eating. I just smile and giggle to myself. Bobby comes over to me and inquire how many steaks or costa would I like to eat, or would I prefer them to make me a regular breakfast ? I followed toilet's lead and took the costa asking for 5 with some spud salad if there is any left.

"Any left, there's maybe 6 or 7 orotund pipe bowl of potato salad useable,"Bobby tells me. He begins to heat up the ribs and question to the big kitchen to get another bowl of murphy salad.

John Lackland isn't saying a give-and-take ; he just keeps shoveling the solid food into his mouth. I see him with a Methedrine of juice, no need to ask what flavor the juice is.

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

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

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

"Sun,"I tell her.

Her eyes get declamatory and she says,"damn. Where are my dress ? I have a shift at the eatery at 2,"she says in a much more frantic manner.

"favorite, I believe that your dress are on the floor in the service department next to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Friday Night,"I say to her smiling the whole time. This makes privy Bronx cheer while eating.

Missy gets up and head out to the garage. A few hour later she came back interior and asked,"Um, how do I get out of the service department. The big room access seems to be locked,"she says. I get up and comply her out to the garage. I undo the snap ring from the caterpillar tread and prove the door, pushing the open push button. She starts her car and backs out telling me she will most definitely be back IF she's welcome. I tell her that she is always receive. As she is focusing on me, she almost runs over an FBI agent. I poke the push and open the forepart gate. She slowly drives her car through the gate and down the road. I close the gate as I see Captain Perez watching me.

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

After King John conclusion, I ask him to raise all the certificate shutters to provide the sunlight into the house. He tosses his scale with the vacuous finger cymbals into the trash and motility to the posterior of the house to begin raising the shutters. His phone buzzes.

"how-do-you-do, this is John. No, you promised me that your measuring guy would be here today, not tomorrow. So, here's the plan. If you are determined to not shew up until tomorrow, you will see the party who has taken your job. Otherwise, you have until 3 this afternoon to have your measuring masses here. Thank you and have a courteous day,"he says without raising his vocalisation or being nasty. I am very proud of him. He's handling himself with great due date and demeanor.

Dakota and Donna come scuffling into the kitchen, where Sammy pokes the push button to give the sack up the umber pot once again pouring out the now dusty coffee.

It dawns on me that I haven't seen any of my tenants nor the CG boys since yesterday. I'm middling for certain I know where they all are but decide to get up and go hindrance for myself. I walk out to the syndicate house first. I knock and one of the CG boys opens the room access. I ask if everyone is ok inside, he assures me that both he, his cousin and both twins are fine. I thank him and head over to the studio.

I knock on that doorway, but no one answers. I hear part inside. I quietly open the doorway and tone inside. There I see Allison with a camera on her shoulders and Belinda sitting upright with her back against a wall masturbating. She has a dildo that she is using to reach her acme. Suddenly she stops. Allison asks,"What's the matter ? Why did you arrest ?"

Belinda just raises her arm straight out from her massive chest to point at me. I say,"I'm sorry, I guess I caused that,"causing Allison to jump but not drop the camera as she wasn't expecting anyone to talk behind her.

I offer my services to help Belinda contact that all elusive orgasm. She nods in blessing. I move over to her and root for on her legs sliding her trunk down to be vapid on the ground. I lay between her branch and begin to cream her woman ; I only get a few mo in before there is a knock at the studio door. I here John announce himself asking if I was in there.

Allison tells him that I am, but I am rather busy currently, which makes Belinda smile as she begins to writhe her hips to my licking.

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

"privy, maybe you could finish what I have started since extra Agent Fernandez's timing is rather misfortunate,"I say getting up from between Belinda's legs and pass over my font off with a towel I see on the counter. I head out pulling the door closed behind me and manoeuver inside. Once I was inside the house, I saw Special federal agent Fernandez standing by the front threshold with an envelope in his hand.

"Special agentive role Fernandez, what do I owe the occasion ?"I ask.

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

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

"Is there a problem,"Fernandez asks me.

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

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

"Nice,"Jill says looking at the check.

I got to thinking about how I had stopped reading Bob's diaries. I looked for the one that I had started. I found it in the living way, future to the couch on an end table. I picked the record book up and settled into the couch to record some more. One item that I saw which interested me was a street sign of the zodiac ship's company. Bob made a good point that about if not all street house seem to be cosmopolitan. As he put it in the book,"A blockage mark is just that no issue where it might be posted in the US,"making banknote that it is potential for a troupe to bid on DOT contract bridge and make water and ship to the various localisation the signs.

I find a pen in the binder of the book and circle this mind.

I hear a clash in the kitchen. I get up and head to the kitchen to see an embarrassed Donna looking at the home she dropped. Sammy is already getting the Scots heather and dustpan to scavenge up the mess.

"Don't worry about it, young lady Donna. We do this all the fourth dimension,"Bobby tells her. I say to Donna and Dakota to not move as there is glass everywhere. Both of them pick their feet up and put them on the rungs of the chair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

After just a pair of instant, Sammy has the intact flooring vacuumed and he wraps up the cord and hands it back to Amy.

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

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

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

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

I turn on my laptop and get prepared for Rob's email. Once loaded up I read the gallery,"peril WILL ROBINSON, peril,"I smile because I know of Rob's love for old TV shows, such as ‘ Lost In Space ’.

I open the electronic mail and it reads,"Well, as you anticipated, I found several late employees that have not been terminated off the system. Three of the horse cavalry tracks that you sold have all their employees still active in our arrangement. I terminated all the employees from the knight course. Out of curiosity, did you develop any casinos ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own ternion casinos. One in Oklahoma, one in Everglade State, and one in Arizona. The three total of more than 3,000 employees. I have made a tilt of them but need your commission on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

"CASINOS, really ?"I say out loud causing Jill to stop and inquire what's wrong.

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

"How did we acquire them ?"Jill asks.

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

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

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

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

Jill picks up her cell earphone and dials up Rob.

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

"well, kind of. I mean the chemical group that David sent me from the mortarboard was a huge help, but now finding these four cassino,"he says before I stop him.

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

"well, they are in three states, but there are four casinos. One in Oklahoma, one in Florida, and two in Arizona. One near Tucson and one in Phoenix,"he tells us.

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

Jill thanks Rob for his hard workplace and ends the phone call. I suggest,"Hey, since we will be traveling this workweek, why don't we stop over in phoenix to jaw Tina and break on this casino that we own,"I say to Jill. She readily agrees.

CHAPTER 3

I see another email that pastime me. It's from Roger. It reads,"I heard about the shot at your home base. I guess the gull are pudding head, shooting up a political party that is full of FBI agents and their household. You need to set a architectural plan in place when something like this happens, whether you are at the house or not. You may not be the target as you have three ladies who are fraught. The bad cat may think that your weakness is through them,"he writes.

I reply that I agree with his notion that they may direct the three pregnant ladies, but I joke ‘ guess they haven't met Dakota yet ’.

As I sit at my laptop, staring at the concealment, I look over to Jill who isn't showing her maternity yet. I shrug my articulatio humeri and go back to reading emails.

I check the email number and see that there are 311 emails. I round up the I that are duplicate and blue-pencil them before I begin to understand the ones labeled ‘ read-only ’. My job is to read and blue-pencil them, getting my email box empty. It takes about two hours to read all the emails.

"Hey, Hun, what do you think about getting John a truck of his choice ? I think that he is getting frustrated with riding in Diane's car all the prison term. I was thinking of maybe a Ford expeditiousness. I don't want him to have a pickup as everyone he knows will always ask him to help them move their stuff,"I tell her.

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

"No,"I say to her.

We go back to working on our computers. About an hour later Jill exclaims,"There, my email box is now vacuous !"She says with a glee in her voice.

It is just over a half hour before my email inbox is also abandon. We both close our laptops and psyche downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a small shard of spyglass all the way out into the dining elbow room. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our first aid kit offering to take tending of this for me. She squirts it with H peroxide, drying it with a piece of cotton wipe and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ Hello kitty-cat'Band-Aid. This garners several hoots and comments from the group. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ hello Kitty'Band-Aid.

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

I look around and settle to gather everyone that is inside the firm currently.

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

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

"Well, I've spoken with Roger though electronic mail and we have concluded that we need some architectural plan put in place regarding this house and a res publica of lockdown. first-class honours degree, let me start with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a place on the floor, no matter where they are. The closest ones to any Windows will poke the buttons to drop the certificate shutters. Those who have a carry permit will recover their firearm, attaching it to their hip until the entirely effect is over,"I tell everyone. I see virtually all the chemical group nodding their heads up and down indicating yes, they understood.

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

No one has anything to say.

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

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

Paula raises her bridge player to serve the question,"Um, You and Jill are in tutelage. We are all to get on the flooring. If you happen to be by a window, then it is your duty to neglect the security shutters,"she says.

"THAT'S right hand !"I say felicitous to get wind that at least one person is listening.

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

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

What does code 69 mean ?"I ask.

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

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

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

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

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

"Use your right judicial decision,"I tell everyone.

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

toilet, Donna, Diane, Marcus, Amy, missy, Danni, and sunup. I do the mental math in my head, ‘ this should spend the $ 250K and maybe even a bit more ’.

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a knocking on the figurehead door. Again, Jennifer opens it to see Captain Perez complete with his half a cigar that he is chewing on.

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

I come to the door,"hullo Captain,"I say to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Um, sir I have to report that there is a distich of hole in the English of our truck,"he tells me.

I step outside and take the air over to the hand truck. He points to not one but two hole. I notice that there is a third cakehole that he had not seen. I tell him that I'll have my indemnity take care of it, truth be known, I'll have the people who repair our limos for Black Car and Happy, Happee limo take care of the truck.

"I'll hold on the paint then, to get the truck repaired,"I tell them. We shake helping hand and off he goes in a waiting fomite that is in the street outside the front gate.

I head inside and ask trick and Marcus to stop emptying the ice truck into the many tank that still line the exterior of the house by the two pools. I direct him to get the dolly from the garage which he does to persuade all the bags through the family and out to the poolside area. The CG guys see what is going on and join in to assist,

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

John does notice,"Jacques Louis David, you remember we have those big freezers in the big kitchen and the tierce kitchen. Maybe we should fill them first to keep and use the ice instead of putting them in the cooler and losing the ice."

"St. John, that's a great idea ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the coolers outside. In fact, maybe give a couple of base to the twins in the pool theater. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes toilet to smile even though he knows that the CG son are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and John Lackland begin loading the dolly with bags of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need more than one dolly, so I text Dakota to order a mates more than dolly, the case that the drink vendors use. They fold out to carry much more than just the regular standup dolly. She texts back her usual ‘ K ’.

I decide to head out to the ice truck to see just how many traveling bag of ice still remained in the vertebral column. As I peered around the room access, I see maybe 200-300 bag still stacked up. I shook my header knowing that all of this won't fit in the two freezer, but maybe John or Marcus can heap them to take a majority.

As I come back around the back of the truck, a car sits at the gate honking its horn. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the logic gate's electronic jury, poke the set aside buttons and the gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a kiss. I poke the requisite clitoris to close the gate and think that maybe we need to have the gate company come in and put different four-digit codes into the electronics so trusted mass, such as Dr. Ronda don't need me or anyone to let her in the gate.

Ronda parks her car, but I tell her that I would rather she park in the service department. I head inside the menage to open a garage room access. Ronda pulls her car into the garage, parking right where Missy had her car parked.

It dawned on me that maybe I need to buy Ronda a new car as well. Her car isn't all that old, but it does stimulate some milage on it and as she seems to make Chateau birdcall, some for work, some for play maybe she needs a in effect one as well.

Once I get into the garage, I poke the buttons, the service department room access closes behind her. I open her driver's doorway to help her step out. She puts her coat of arms around me and kisses me passionately.

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

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

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

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

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

Ronda goes over to each of them and kisses them and asks,"Is there any Sir Thomas More of that delightful coffee I smell ? I haven't had any deep brown since I left the hospital early this morning,"she tells us. Sammy begins to pour her a cup asking if she needs pick or saccharide.

"If I need cream, I know who to get it from,"she says smiling at me. This causes a giggle among the Lady sitting in the dining surface area.

Ronda has her burnt umber in one hand and takes my hand to lead me to my own bedroom. I hear the ladies joke saying,"Guess she needed some cream for her coffee,"causing all of them to giggle again.

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

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

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

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

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

Ronda started the same way, blood air pressure cuff, listening to her heartbeat and breathing, and asking respective question. It took several more minutes before Ronda told us that she would like Dakota to get some blood trial run run, the sooner the better.

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

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

I think for a moment and ask,"Energy Department she have got to take them with food for thought or can she just adopt them anytime ?"

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

I think for a moment before I tell Bobby and Sammy,"valet before Dakota gets one drop-off of coffee, she must take her prenatal vitamin. This is important to me guy wire,"I say to them. Both chefs acknowledge what I have told them and agree.

Dakota reply,"That's just mean pa. No coffee without me taking my vitamins, mean, just plain mean,"causing everyone around us to giggle. Bobby and Sammy are quite the valet and don't say a word.

Once Ronda is done with her doctorly duties, she puts her equipment back into her Doctor bag, zips it closed and takes me by the script once again taking a vast swig of her coffee, emptying the cup. This makes for another of the ladies at the dining room board to quip once again,"Guess she doesn't want the emollient for her umber, maybe she just likes the mouthful of his ointment,"causing Thomas More giggles, however, now it turns to laughter.

Ronda pulls me down the hallway to my bedroom.

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

"St. David, do you recollect telling me that we would get a wonderful baby together ?"She asks.

"Of course of instruction, I do."

"Were you life-threatening or were you just saying something skillful to me ?"She asks with a sober look on her face.

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

"Well, sort of. I see pregnant women every day and, in my head, I hear the tick-tock of my baby making years going by libertine and faster. I know you have two kid on the way already with Jill and Dakota. But I just can't get you out of my head. You are everything that I want in the begetter of my youngster. You are smart, you are handsome, you make good decisions, you mentor John telling me that you would be a wondrous parent. Why can't I shake this smell about you ?"She says with her eyes welling up.

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

"Darling, I love you as well. However, there is someone in this equivalence that you need to get permission from. I would jazz to realize a baby with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's permission. There are bunch of matter that I don't need her permission for, including us playing, but to create a child, that is something entirely unlike,"I say to her as I'm hugging her.

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

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

I continue on,"darling, I am more than willing to make a tiddler with you. You are many things that most men would want. You're beautiful, you're a sexual dynamo, you are fresh, you are hardworking, you have a tenderness inside you, and your still reasonably young."The last scuttlebutt gets me a scoke in the ribs from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably Cy Young ?"She asks.

"fountainhead, you aren't in your former twenty, but you're not as old as Mom either,"which gets me another poke from Ronda.

"support it up funnyman,"she says to me.

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

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

"Darling, you won't have to prove our child alone. hellhole, move into the Chateau with us and betray your base. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be other pregnant women here as well. In fact, the whole Chateau will be overrun with kid by side by side Halloween,"I tell her. This makes her smile.

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

"Yes, I would love for you to move in here. As for the shootings, well, the FBI is all over it. In gain, I'm putting a couple more security measure matter in place,"I tell her trying to make her flavour safe about coming here.

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

"Yeah, now I got to go chagrin myself with Jill begging for you to wee a baby with me,"she says in a defeated tone.

"dearest, this isn't let's make Ronda feel bad. Hell, I'll go with you if you would like. I just want her OK before I create another child,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be right ; I do feel something kindred to the alchemy between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a hard lieu in my heart over Ronda.

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

I get up and head back out to the kitchen where I was greeted by a match of the ladies checking their imaginary watches saying,"WOW, pa that really was a quickie,"causing the noblewoman to break through with giggles and some laughter.

CHAPTER 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No Mom, nix like that, although maybe we should put him on restriction and charter away his miniature,"Jill replies giggling as she says this to Mom. This again causes some laughter from the peeress sitting at the dining room table.

"Then what is it ?"

"Dr. Ronda wants to induce a baby with David,"she says.

"THAT'S ALL ? Hell, who here doesn't want to have a child by David ?"Mom says laughing.

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

"No, no test-tube. Just plain ole sex and I'm pretty sure my David will adopt wax advantage of trying to create the baby every chance he gets,"Jill says giggling some more.

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

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

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

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

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

Although I was disappointed a few instant ago, now I was hard as a rock and opt to pass over pleasing her orally and move right into fucking her, or as she put it, making dear to her.

I slide my pelvic arch between her second joint lining up my manhood with her scuttle. I gently push just a small bit of my peter into her wetness. She moans as I begin to inscribe her. I feel the wetness her woman is creating around my cock.

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

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

We match each former's thrusting before I hear her reach her first base peak,"OH MY GAWD Jacques Louis David, I SO LOVE YOU,"telling me as she cums hard for the first base orgasm.

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

Continuing to thrust into her again and again, she peaks once again."GAWD DAVID, YOU brand ME CUM SO DAMN HARD,"as her oculus roll back in her head.

"pet, HERE I CUM, LET'S shuffling THAT child,"I say to her as I shoot all I have into her wait and accepting womanhood.

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

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

"storage area on a second, now you ladies are betting on me ? What am I a horse, this ain't no Kentucky plug hat,"I say astonished that now I'm being bet upon. Of line, it's all Dakota's doing.

I see money being put into Dakota's hand, she closes it and giggles. She comes over to me and chuck me on the read/write head like an owner pats their favorite dog."Nice boy, you made Mamma some money,"smiling as she said that.

Something in my head made me imagine about tomorrow being Monday. I ask everyone to head back to the TV room once again. I see a match of eye rolls, but everyone question back there.

I put some short pants on and my usual white tee shirt and caput to the TV room as well, dragging Dr. Ronda behind me.

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

I stand at the door to the room,"Tomorrow is Monday. I would like for everyone to go to their Book of Job as usual. We won't be deterred from our pattern turn. Those who are here, need to check the security camera from time to meter. Tomorrow I'm going to approach the city Council to see if they will sell me the road that leads to our house, maybe they'll just be well-chosen that there is one less road that they will have to defend and let me induce it for a reasonable cost,"I tell everyone.

St. John the Apostle and Marcus come into the TV way all sweaty. They have completed their undertaking and the ice truck is now evacuate. Dakota begins dialing up for a truck size tow truck to do to pick up the ice truck and take it over to the office that all the limousine get fixed.

It dawns on me that if the bullets didn't come out the other side of meat, then maybe Captain Perez would want to send his forensics team out to fish out the slugs.

After I say my speech about not changing tomorrow's normal duties, I dial up senior pilot Perez.

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

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

"I'll send them right over. They should be there in about an hour or less,"he tells me.

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

We end the call.

"What's that noise ?"I ask.

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

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

"Daddy, are we dismissed ?"Dakota asks.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed,"

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

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

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

In my question, it sounded like fun.

"Hey guys, do we receive all the fixings in the house, or do we need to make a grocery store run ?"I ask.

"We have everything including hard-shell and easy taco cuticle,"Sammy tells me.

I was thinking that this could be a fun Night."Be certainly to announce to everyone that tonight is taco night. Oh, and I hope I don't have to order you that Saint John will probably eat a dozen or More taco,"I say to the chefs.

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

"Nice !"

Bobby and Sammy both go around telling everyone that tonight is Taco Sunday night and there will be a competition that everyone needs to enter in. I see everyone's eyes brighten up, including my newfangled lover/baby maker Dr. Ronda.

"guesswork I'll have to relish the spicy food before I'm fraught,"Ronda says to me.

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

I look around and take descent of the good thing that are happening here.

The CG boys are dating porn twins. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want babies from me. Diane is pregnant with John Lackland's sister and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are howling womanhood who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio patronage. BJ and Danni are howling sexually charged women that are both beautiful as well as being impudent. girl will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to play with. Belinda seems to be working hard with Allison as well. Aurora has fit in well here and her cleaning service has taken the load off Amy to run the sign of the zodiac. The two chefs are funny in gain to being howling Cook. John, well he is my protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the transition from being a kid in Diane's crew that just always said ‘ fuck'to a mature untested man that accepts responsibility and has a much more mature conduct.

Amy has really begun to brandish in the role of steward of the business firm. Getting the cleanup service was perfect. Now she can focus on just running the house and not being a slave to it.

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

Fred, who started out by being Jill and my personal chauffeur, but now has some variety of relationship going on with Mom. He remains the unemotional person gentleman always looking out for the family's safety. His two nephews have been wonderful guarding the castle mentality. Now that they are dating the porn twins, I'm sure that their knowingness of security will amp up when need be.

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

Thinking about Tina made me think that we will drop in on Tina and check on her on the way back from our eastern United States Coast/Tampa trip.

I checked with Dakota to make sure everything was set up with the jet for an ahead of time morning Tuesday departure. We discussed going to DC first, then down to Atlanta to see this construction that Jennifer is trying to progress to a heap on, and then on to Tampa. On the proceeds, we will barricade unpredicted in Phoenix to have a look in on our Tina.

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

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

CHAPTER 5

As dinner time approached, Bobby and Sammy gathered us all to hail to the dining room mesa. No one was surprised that St. John the Apostle had his ass in a death chair before anyone else. Although when Diane walked up to the table, can jumped up and pulled out a hot seat for her.

I pulled out three president. One for Jill, one for Dakota, and one for Dr. Ronda. privy just sat there smiling being thankful that he only has one lady pregnant.

Bobby and Sammy announced that dinner was served. He made it clear that the gentlewoman all get to go first. I looked around and didn't see Mom nor Fred. I sent Paula after them thinking that maybe they didn't hear the direction to amount to wetback Sunday. Paula went down the hallway and came back seconds later telling all of us that she ‘ was meddlesome ’. We all laughed as the ladies got up and made their taco.

The hard-crispy shells were going at a rate of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded lettuce, diced tomatoes, sour cream, Cheddar and Monterey seafarer cheeses all shredded, both brisk and pickle cayenne, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, several hot sauces, a red-pepper based mole and a perfumed tangy sauce.

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

Diane took a little amount of both constituent of meat and made two similar wetback, both with the flour tortilla. She put meat, clams, diced tomatoes, and shredded Cheddar Malva sylvestris. She also took a spoonful of the mango-lime salsa, which she said tasted like nothing that she has ever had. That made both chefs smile as did me.

Jill and Dakota must hold taken use up classes from John. They both took 4 crunchy wetback carapace each. Two shells for each sum. They put the meat in the plate then covered it with the altering that they wanted.

John, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the smut twins, the CG boys, and Allison might be. John the Divine and I both got up and went outside. toilet went to the twin's door telling the four of them that it was Taco dark and that their comportment was being missed at the dinner party tabular array.

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

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

"I'm sorry dame, but dinner is served and your bearing or lack of it is noticeable. It's Taco Sun and the chefs would wish you to take part in their little contest about who's seasoning is better,"I tell them smiling. This makes Allison get up and Belinda put the camera down on the sofa. They both walk with me back to the main house.

Once we are back inside, I see the porn twins with the CG boys all sitting together. They don't think that I see it, but each mates is holding the hand of their cooperator. I just smile as I walk by them.

Allison and Belinda each go get themselves a plate taking care to try both types of nitty-gritty. They fix themselves a taco each. I see Jill and Dakota already on their third taco and yet, can hasn't even had one taco yet.

Once all the ladies have food in front of them lav bounds up like someone set his ass on firing. He heads over to the taco bar and takes not 4, not 6, but 8 heavy shells and begins filling them with gist and fixation. Jennifer, John's Mom, makes igniter of lavatory's dateless appetite. Everyone giggles.

The eating and socializing go on for a duo of hour. The CG boys treat us with tales of some of their amazing risky venture working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the eve telling us about being aboard the ‘ Big stick ’. All in all, it was a delightful time. A time that we all needed to let the tension of the Recent epoch result just go by.

As the dinner began to wind down, I asked Dr. Ronda to ride out the dark, but she said she had to get back home as she has a few affected role in the hospital that she needs to visit before heading to the government agency in the morning. Before she leaves, she does make mention that moving in here would keep her about a half an hour of crusade fourth dimension as it is so much closer to the hospital that she works out of.

"Just one of the things in the life of a doctor,"she tells me. I kiss her and walk her out to her car. I poke the button to open the garage door and the front gate. I watch her drive off thinking how the babe will be so beautiful, all because of her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jill steps forward, puts her implements of war around me and kisses me. We hold the kiss for several mo before we break and head back inside.

When we get back inside, we hear all the strident laughter from the group. Apparently, person challenged john that he couldn't eat another 12 wetback, fully loaded. He was currently eating telephone number 7 and didn't facial expression like he was slowing down a bit.

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

St. John finished number 7 and begins at turn 8. In my head, I was sure enough that this was Dakota's doing, but a few second later I find out that it is Jennifer who put this all together. Imagine that, his own mother betting against her son. If anyone had insider information about toilet's eating riding habit, it would be Jennifer.

St. John the Apostle finished figure 8, then 9, then 10. At number 11, whoremaster showed a major decelerate down. He struggled through the taco. He just stared at taco number 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a yoke of pickled jalapenos underneath all the fixings. She let the succus from the jalapeno drip all over the substance before adding the altering.

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

However, with the enigma item in the taco, John swallowed the bite and yelled,"Holy Fuck ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the electric refrigerator and poured himself a big Methedrine of milk, sat back pop and took another vast bite. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big swallow of milk. On the concluding bite, he dangled the bite over his mouth before shoving it in. The girls all laughed as Jennifer had to hand over the money collected to lav.

John counted the money and gave me half of the winnings. I just told him to hold it. I knew in my heart that he would have a solution to the secret fixings that his Mother has put in the taco.

Bobby and Sammy both laughed out loud asking bathroom if he wanted any Thomas More tacos. This drew laughter from everyone. All in all, John had made over $ 100 from that trivial bet. His female parent said it was the best money spent on John the Divine in a long while.

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner table. Mom went over to the fiddling pan that the chefs had waiting for her with small to no spice. She took a spoonful and kissed each one on the cheek telling them the essence was hone. Fred let her do a shell before he made one for himself. He took 4 strong taco shells filling two each with each meat. He really didn't take much of the fixings. He took some lolly, some diced tomato plant, and some shredded cheddar cheese cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the table to vote for the centre. Pan one, the yellow pan. Pan two the blue pan. As I went around the mesa it seemed to go back and forth sensationalistic, puritanical, yellow-bellied, naughty, blue, yellow and on and on.

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

As the night went on, people began heading to bed since tomorrow was a work day. Jill and I were one of the last I to leave the table with Dakota following us to our bed. I stripped down, Jill did the same, as did Dakota. We all snuggled up together and drifted off to catch some Z's.

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

Yes, being that chauffeur that minute in my lifetime changed things for the better.

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