The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

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

I stayed bourgeois in my wearing apparel. I wore a short sleeved cop shirt and a couple of nice jeans. Jill wore a dungaree doll and a cute blouse, that I wanted to charter off her as it highlighted her beautiful contours.

We went to Heidi Longmire's home first. I decided to do that for safety ground. If they don't hit it off or she feels uncomfortable then he wouldn't know where she lived. Since she is an federal agent for the FBI, she had access to information about him that he probably didn't even know was available.

When we got to Heidi's star sign, I got out and went to the front threshold. It was a dainty sporting house. The yard was mowed, and she had a precious little flowerbed against the front facing of the house. One thing I did notice was that she had no prominent trees. She had a couple of bushes but no declamatory trees.

I rang the doorbell and heard her yell,"cargo hold on, I'm coming,"she said. Of course, in my headway, the joke of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the social movement of my stupid brainpower. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the threshold and the deadbolt before she opened the door.

When she did open the front door, there stood before me a beautifully slim athletic woman. She was wearing a pair of clothes jeans and a Nice blouse. In my head, I didn't know what was going on, but I wouldn't mind seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a couple of minute to operate the breast door back up, including the deadbolt.

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

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

I put my arm out for her to seize onto and we walk down her walkway to the limousine. Fred has the threshold heart-to-heart and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in first then me. Since I wasn't indisputable if Heidi knew my married woman or not, I did introductions.

"Jill, this is Agent Heidi Longmire, but this night she is just Heidi Longmire,"I say causing Jill to again turn over me an eye roll. However, it did get a giggle from Heidi. I thought to myself, ahh a new audience for my pathetic jokes.

"Heidi, this is my gorgeous married woman, Jill,"I say. They both exchange pleasantries.

Fred shuts the room access and off we go. Heidi's FBI oddity is starting to show.

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

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

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

"wellspring, he has two eye, one olfactory organ, and a pair of sassing,"I tell her as I see Jill's eyes rolling wave again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might throw seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two eyes you say ? That must reach him especial. Any other features you care to share ?"She asks obviously playing along.

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

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

"Heidi, tell me, how hard is it for someone like yourself, a Federal factor to encounter person to give birth a relationship with ?"Jill asks.

"Well, it's ruffianly. You start off just like every other merging. You try to parry telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extremum or the former. Either they want to secernate you their law connection, or for some ground, they hate the Law Enforcement bureau that you work for. Then you must hold on an eye out that you're not being followed from the office staff to your family or your vicinity,"Heidi tells us.

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

"Sure, you can if your stupid. You never know when you will run into person that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can tell you that they will always tell apart you before you spot them. It does make things unmanageable, that's probably why so many agents date and marry other agents,"she tells us.

"Would I be out of bounds to say your job can be a lonely job ?"I ask.

"Absolutely. Unless you have a fill up radical of people that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way things are going these Clarence Day, it only gets more difficult, which is why I chose to gamble on you asking me out. You are high profile and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at least I'll get a meal paid for. The last date I ended up paying for the repast because his soon to be ex-wife had canceled all his recognition cards and emptied their bank account. It kind of puts a damper on what should have been a Nice evening,"she says.

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

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

I let her ring the bell. We hear"hold on, I'll be right there,"and some footsteps coming to the social movement door.

Saint Patrick opens the door. There is a stupid secretiveness from both people. They both look at me as if I've just grown two heads.

"Patrick, I would wish to introduce you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would like to inaugurate you to Saint Patrick Meyers"I say smiling.

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

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

"OK, guys here's the deal. I had intended to introduce you two before the whole thing with Aurora happened. There was no way to avoid you guy cable encounter, so I just kept my mouth shut. We can end this right hand now if you two don't want to go any further, but I think you two will hit it off,"I say to both.

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

"Actually, I don't. It's a hunch. You both work insane hours, you both have a good temperament, and you both seem to get along with me, which isn't as light as I think it is, or at least my wife Tell me so every once in a while,"I say to them smiling.

They look at each other, shrug their berm and proceeded to channelise to the limousine. St. Patrick must stop and go back to the front line door to lock the top deadbolt lock chamber.

"There, its'all locked up now,"he says.

"That's what she did and said when I picked her up,"I tell him.

"Well, obviously she cares about household security David,"Patrick says to me.

We get to the limo where Fred is standing stoically with the backward doorway open. Saint Patrick lets Heidi get in first, then I shove him in and climb in behind him.

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

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

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

"Go ahead,"

"How do you put up with this guy's shithead antic ?"St. Patrick asks Jill.

"fountainhead, I kind of rich person to since I married the knucklehead,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Patrick to laugh.

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

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

"Hot shit, I love this place. I haven't been quite a while, but their food is howling. Heidi, what do you guess of this place ?"He asks all grinning and full of vigor, which made me give forth just a bit. Now if we can get Heidi to jest around a bit then maybe the eve will go well.

As the four of us were walking into the restaurant, my speech sound bombination.

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

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

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

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

The hostess tells us that there's about a half 60 minutes wait for a board for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there happen to be four seats together at the bar. Saint Patrick and I pull the tail out for the ladies then we take the out-of-door two seating room. The barmaid, a long-haired brunet with thin supercilium and viridity eyes ask what we want for drinks and do we want an starter while we wait.

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

"How about just a nice glass of wine-colored. Maybe a Cabernet ?"she says to him.

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

Patrick orders a Cabernet for Heidi and a dark beer for himself. I ordination a merlot for Jill and a nose candy for myself.

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

"No, not really,"I tell him.

"Anyone want to decree an appetizer ?"I ask.

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

"Heidi, are you from this area ?"I ask trying to get some conversation going.

"No, not really. I grew up a bit north of here in San Francisco. When I graduated luxuriously schooling, I went to San Diego nation University and then Law School. I applied to the agency in my hold up year of law school and was accepted,"she tells us.

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

"Yep, I grew up in a small town called San Marino. We lived in a belittled home on Lope de Vega street. I screwed around in high shoal and graduated with a C+ average. I really had no design of going to college. I took concern of all the cleaning in the sign of the zodiac since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodworking, cabinetry mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an accounting firm. Since I did all the cleaning at our home, it was an comfortable spring to starting my own business, cleaning other people's homes,"Saint Patrick tells us.

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

"About 8 old age now. Until the thing the other day, I was considering trying to expand the business towards Beverly Benny Hill. You got me thinking about potency customers I'm leaving on the table since your home is the just one that my fellowship takes tutelage of,"Patrick says to us.

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

"wellspring, I don't regret not going to college. Yet, all those parties that you see on TV, I would stimulate liked to attend one or two, but alas I chose to work instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law shoal, did you get state of nature and sick ?"St. Patrick asks.

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

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

"Nope. Jill is a Marine and I spent most of my adult life working in the restaurant business,"I tell them.

"wellspring, if she's military and you're a restaurant guy, how did you two fulfil ? Did she make out into your restaurant and it was love at initiatory peck ?"He says to me.

"She was my flight simulator at the limo company,"I tell them, which gets a match of odd look from Patrick and Heidi.

"I took a job learning to be a chauffeur at Happy, Happee limo and Jill was my trainer. Although I was dating someone else when we first met, it didn't take very long for Jill to have her way with me,"I say laughing. Jill gives the big eyeroll causing Patrick and Heidi to laugh. I get poked in the costa for the joke.

Our little coaster buzzes telling us that our mesa is ready. We get up and head back to the hostess bandstand. I hand her the buzzing thing and she takes the four of us to a nice board towards the back of the eating house's main floor.

Both St. Patrick and I hold out the chair for our ladies who give each of us a civilised ‘ thank you ’.

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

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine. I order up another glass for the madam, another beer for St. Patrick and another coke for myself. I also order an appetizer for the mesa. It 's my usual cheesy stuffed mushrooms, I tell our Edgar Guest that it's one of the things that I love about Texas longhorn. The waitress smiles at the appetizer order and promontory off.

Jill sees some sort of salmon salad at the table following to us and decides to rescript it. Heidi looks over at the like board and decides to social club it as well. Of course, Patrick and I are going to Order steaks. I figure you don't go to a chophouse and not decree steaks, just seems wrong.

When the waitress comes back with our appetizer order, she offers to take our dinner order. She asks first if the posting will be split or all together.

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

Patrick, being a gentleman, orders Heidi's dinner party then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak with a baked white potato vine fully loaded, a house salad with cattle farm dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of bake murphy soup which she says they make a tremendous version of that soup.

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

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

"Jill, would you care to assure the taradiddle, or ingest me do it ?"I ask her smiling.

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

"Patrick and Heidi, on our instant Night working together, one of the other driver's was in a horrible traffic accident. We had longtime client arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the closest limousine to go pick up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the buck private jet domain of the aerodrome. We didn't have the proper car to beak them up and didn't have sufficiency clock time to get to the position and swop auto, so we just went to the airport. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up next to their jet and I jumped out and put their luggage into the trunk. I stood by the second door and Bob and Melanie got into the car. As we were going, I turned around and apologized to the Jaxsons telling them that their common chauffeur was in a bad accident. I also apologized for not having the correct vehicle for them and made the conclusion to give them the help for dislodge. Jill asked if we needed to check at a Walgreen's for Melanie Jaxson as she was nauseated from a violent storm that the jet flew through. We got them to their hotel. Bob Jaxson pulled me aside and told me that if I decide to move up in the reality, he's got a position for person like me,"I tell them.

"Are you going to assure them about how you got a $ 2000 tip from them that nighttime and I only got $ 800 ? You sit there and chat with them and I do all the work, yet you get the big tip and I don't,"Jill says grin and giggling as she takes another sip of her merlot.

"Wait a moment, you got $ 2800 as a tip from Mr. and Mrs Jaxson ?"Heidi asks.

"Yes, we did. It wasn't long before I called Bob Jaxson and well, the rest is history,"I tell them,

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

"Yep, sure was. I spoke to the lady that I was dating, her name was Tina. I knew that we weren't going anywhere in our relationship. We just broke it off. The very night we broke it off, Jill was in an automobile accident. She tried to name our boss, who didn't answer. She tried to call a close booster, who also didn't solution. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at City hospital. I raced across town to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what exam room she was in. I ran through the hallways and burst into the examination room. There was the most beautiful, and misfortunate looking char I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the narrative. Of course, Jill was playfully shaking her nous no through half the story.

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

"Well, they had her hopped up on pretty severe hurting medication, what was it again good, Morphine ?"I asked.

She just nodded her read/write head yes.

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

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

Our food arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

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

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

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

"howdy, do you think me ?"She asks.

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

"Missy, you remember this is my married woman Jill. And these are two ally, Heidi and St. Patrick,"I tell her, hoping that she won't say anything that Jill and I will ingest to explain.

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

She writes her phone number down on a Edgar Albert Guest hinderance, kisses me on the buttock and heads off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the whole time.

"Um, David, do random charwoman just follow up to you and hold you their earphone number and a kiss before trying to invite themselves to one of your parties ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill resolution,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever ideate. He gets women pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a rock candy wizard and we just live in his humans,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a peculiar facial expression and then just kind of accept that answer.

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

"Heidi, young woman got invited to a party we had respective weeks ago by a friend of a friend thing. She had a great sentence. We had various unity guys and I think she may let collected just about every single guy's headphone number at the party. She sent me a card a week or so later telling me it was one of the best party she had been to in a farseeing, long time,"I tell Heidi.

"The life of a CEO,"Patrick says.

I see that we are finishing up with our dinner party. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the void plates off the tabular array, I ask to see a dessert menu. Saint Patrick's centre light up, but the noblewoman seemed rather full.

I know that no subject how full phase of the moon Jill is, she's a fool for the caramel apple stampede. Patrick asks Heidi if she would care to split their chocolate stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

I place the dessert order for Jill and I and Patrick decree for Heidi and him.

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

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

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

Heidi goes first,"No, no ex-husband. I dated a guy for a tenacious time, but he took a job in another urban center and well, we just haven't been in touching since he moved. What about you Patrick ?"she asks.

"Nope, no exes. I too dated a woman for a while and now we aren't dating because I spend too much meter trying to necessitate upkeep of my client,"he tells Heidi.

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

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

After about 15 minutes or so, the waitress delivers me the check. I put my credit card on the top of the little book of account, and she takes the whole thing. Jill and I just sit there watching Patrick and Heidi be well-disposed but very close to being intimate. In my pass, I hit it out of the Park on this one.

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

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

"well, again we have district managers in the eatery group that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a sum of XXX hours when they know that we expect them to make for 45. I've reviewed all the potential promotes just in case I end up cleaning the theatre,"I tell Jill.

"Do you wait to stay overnight, or will you retort tomorrow Nox ?"Jill asks.

"fountainhead, right now I'm expecting to come menage tomorrow nighttime. I'll text you or bear Dakota call you if thing change,"I say to Jill. She nods her head in acceptance.

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

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

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

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

We all four get up from the table and caput out. When Fred sees us coming out of the restaurant, he brings the limousine over to the forepart room access. He stops the car, opens the back door and we all get in. At this period, the wine has taken ahold of the women as they are giggling and laughing.

"Are we through for the night or would you rib like a nice trip down to the beach or along sundown flight strip ?"I ask.

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

I ask Fred to take St. Patrick home base first then we will drop off Heidi. I see them take their headphone out and convert earpiece numbers. Jill looks at me and smiling, my dullard plan worked.

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

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his face door and they kiss. Not one of those I'm going to do it your nous out kiss, but a nice grownup end of the eve first appointment kiss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

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

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

"Thank you, St. David, this has been a wonderful evening. I think that St. Patrick and I are going to try and maybe meet for a former coffee tree or a dessert one night this calendar week,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the shiner. I am so very glad that my stupid plan worked and two people who work their ass off may now feature a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his dolt ego. If you and St. Patrick become good friends or inferno fan, then Jacques Louis David will bear a story about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned,"she says laughing the unscathed time she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently felicitous my little program worked.

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

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the essential button to spread out the gate, He stops the car by the front end door and lets Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the courtyard and read/write head back towards the limo restitution for the car. I figure that Fred has about one more hour of work. He'll return the limo, get in his Mustang and drive it over here and park it in the garage with everyone else's vehicle.

Jill and I go inside. We see several masses either in the kitchen or in the TV way. They all ask Jill how the non-date date went. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a safe mates. She kisses me and tell me that she loves me and hopes that I know she is just teasing.

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

I see Dakota sitting in another of my white tee shirts. I lean over her, buss her on the cheek and severalise her that I figure we should leave about 11 or so to head to the airport. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is ready. I kiss her again and recount her full night. Jill and I head down the hallway to our chamber.

I pull my backpack out to bring with me just in case. I also put a duad of shorts and a tee shirt in the backpack.

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

CHAPTER 3

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

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

I was kind of excited as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the bedroom to the kitchen. virtually of the sunup group are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit surprised as John only seems to be eating a bowl of cereal.

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

I see that someone left the TV on and I hear that the weather condition in Seattle will be rainy. I remind Dakota to be sure to land her cute waterproof and her skid cogent evidence horseshoe. She tells me that she already has them future to her overnight bag at the movement door. She gets up and amble over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her cute ass on my lap causing me to lead off to get hard. She feels me and wiggles her ass a short more.

In my school principal, I figure since the flight time is a duo of hours, her and I will probably diddle a bit in the jet.

As John finishes his cereal, he gathers his own rucksack and forefront towards his hand truck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking John to slow down down as she wants to get a cup of coffee to take with her. He just laughs and says he'll wait in the truck for her cunning ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how lots john has matured over the past few months and I think that he needs a new project to lick on, however, I'm not sure what the seize project might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID verification project. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the column that we bought back to good stipulation. Paula is working on keeping the three limo company running smoothly. Donna has the call center firing on all cylinders. BJ is helping Jill on their stock spiritual rebirth labor. Danni is handling the presence reception area just fine now that she is getting a lunch breakage. Tina and her Mom in phoenix are feeding me good intel on the two buildings that we have bought down there. And, of course, Dakota is being the best supporter possible. Amy is running the family and keeping matter in check. The two chefs are making everyone happy with their top-quality cooking. The porn twins and the CG boys are doing a nice job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a fiend, trying to keep matter going in the porno industry. Belinda is now seeing soul in the industry and that is fine with me. Yet, I have no idea what to do with St. John the Apostle. He does everything that I ask him to do, yet it just seems in my head that he could be doing something more.

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

I looked at my cellular telephone and saw that I missed a text content from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a wonderful evening and said that she and Patrick have a coffee date in a duet of night. This made me smile. I texted her back that I was happy that they both hit it off well.

I headed back down the hall to get a telephone set courser to take with me, just in typeface. As I came out of my bedroom, my darling Dakota was coming out of hers. Mom also came out of her bedroom, but not with Fred.

"Mom, where's Fred ?"

"He's getting a limo to take you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to pick me up a muffuletta from that wonderful Italian eating place,"she tells me.

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

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

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limo. Once again, Fred stood with the punt room access unresolved. I tossed our bags into the trunk and got into the spinal column. Dakota came out and before she got into the limo, she kissed Fred on the cheek.

As she got into the limo, I swear that she wiggled her ass towards Fred, but maybe I was just imagining that. She got in, kissed me on the cheek and sat redress next to me. Since she was in her usual spot, next to me, I felt her hand on my cock almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get hard with her paw stroking me. In just moments, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably easy traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and fish out my now hard cock. Her lips and mouth surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the shaft and head of my manhood. I gently put my hand on the spinal column of her head. She swallowed me as she has done many meter before. I just laid my head back on the buttocks as she bobbed her caput up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her trunk up to be sideways on the limo seat. I gently pulled her shorts aside to uncover her moist pussy. Inserting two finger into her, I could feel her mouth tighten around my cock swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two fingerbreadth inside of her twat, I used my pollex to rub fiddling circles on her clit. This made her groan on my prick. I thrust it as deep into her mouth as I could get. She swallowed my manhood as far as she could convey it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her throat. She kept bobbing her promontory up and down. As I kept pushing my fingers into her pussy with reckless abandon, she began moaning more and more on my humanity. I felt her getting bedwetter and wetter. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a thirdly, then a one-fourth digit inside of her and jabbing in and out repeatedly. My hand was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her initiatory pinnacle,"OH GAWD daddy, I LOVE YOU SO a great deal. I'M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU,"she says to me as I feel her pussy splash my deal and wrist.

She swallows my cock once again, but not until I feel her delectable pussy spasm around my paw again. As her trunk does this, I feel my own consistence approaching its orgasmic peak,"GAWD DAMN DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU to a greater extent THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a gallon of my man juice into her accepting mouth. I pull my hand from her pussy and lick the tasty orgasmic juices off it.

She just smiles at me and snuggles her head into my thorax as the limo keeps moving towards the airport. Soon, Fred puts the privacy divider down a distich of inches to let us hump that we are only about two second away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two minutes pass, Fred pulls the limo up adjacent to the jet and gets out, opening the trunk first. I take both purse and put four $ 100 bills into his shirt scoop, even though he tries to politely refuse the tip. I thank him for his hard study and remind him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

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

The hatchway door finish and the co-pilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her cute lilliputian shorts and Pisces the Fishes my cock out of my pant and impales herself on me as we accelerate down the runway and into the air. I have to say, that Dakota's pussy going up and down on my humanness as we went down the runway was quite the amazing feeling.

It didn't take Dakota long before I felt her hit her 1st orgasmic peak. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronc. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the couch thrusting my cock as thick into her as I could get. I put her modest ankles over my shoulders essentially bending her in half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her pussy spatter my dick and balls over and over again.

Her eyes were rolling into her head as I was thrusting hard into her."OH DADDY, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS shuffle ME flavour SO WONDERFUL WHEN YOU'RE DEEP INSIDE OF ME. assume ME, YOU KNOW THAT I'M YOURS NOW AND FOREVER,"she says as we both continue to peak together.

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

As we finish cumming with each other, Dakota and I uncouple. She pulls her cute shorts back on and I pull my bloomers back up. She snuggles into my bureau. I begin kissing her and she responds. I stretch out on the lounge and she lays on top of me, just wrapping her arms around me and pulling herself tightly into my physical structure. We exchange our ‘ I love you'and just lay all entangled on the couch.

"Dakota, I'm at a going. I don't know what undertaking to give St. John the Apostle. He is doing well, but he seems to need something to do,"I tell her.

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

"Huh ?"I say.

"trick has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to forestall what you need. Let him handle you. I will be available to him, via phone at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your help for a whole week. This will give us a honorable read on how he is doing,"she says to me. I pull her into me, and we kiss passionately. Once again, Dakota has come up with a perfect solution. I know that I'm going to fuck her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my cock hardening once again.

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

"Well, I'll probably be thinking of my Daddy the entire week. Who knows, I may even express up at the Hawk just to require advantage of my Daddy in his power, one never knows how my head works,"she says to me before we again kiss each early passionately.

I feel her delicious little manus shedding my pants once again. She sheds all her dress this clip and spins around putting her tasty pussy over my waiting mouth. I begin to thrash and suck her pussy swallowing every drop cloth of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, drink my heavily cock.

As I'm lacing and sucking her pussy, I move deeper and take off licking and sucking on her asshole. I thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I can score it go. She roars with another orgasm blasting through her eubstance. I sit up and pull her around to face away from me. I spread her ass cheeks and thrust my manhood into her anal cavum. She moans as we begin to thrust up and down on each early. Her dead body is splashing my crotch with her feminine juice. She cums over and over onto me. I just keep thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just moans and falls back onto me.

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

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

"Of line, pappa, and you know that I love you as well, right ?"she says to me.

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

"Daddy, maybe we can recover someone to act as with for the drive domicile,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a trade good idea, but I probably could have dialed up missy to have the trip-up with us. But we'll see how affair play out.

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

Once we are parked, the copilot opens the hachure and extends the steps down to the ground. I grab both of our bags and be my darling Dakota down the footprint to the limo. The driver takes the bagful puts them in the trunk as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I deal the device driver the first territory business office that I want to visit. She thanks me for having an computer address ready and she heads towards the dominion power.

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

We walk to the front door of the territory office. I open the room access and let Dakota pace inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she consume a tooshie. I begin to take the air through the room, without anyone even saying a Word to me. When I get to the back of the way, I ask a courteous looking noblewoman if there is anyone that I could speak to. She asks me what it would be about.

"wellspring, I just walked through the stallion district office and no one even asked me what I was doing, until I reached you,"I said to her.

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

"Hello, may I help oneself you ?"the gentleman asks.

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

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

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

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

"Read the altogether card,"I tell him.

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

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

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

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

"Um, Mr. Greene, it's almost 2 pm, we head household at 3:30,"He tells me.

"Not today you don't,"I tell him.

"Now, if you would please gather all the district managers in a conference elbow room,"I tell him.

He decides to shout it across the elbow room,"Everyone, all the territory managers are to head into a conference elbow room right now delight,"I hear voicelessness of ‘ what's going on'? and ‘ Who's this guy ?'

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

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

"Hello, I'm David Graham Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. The very company that owns this company. Does everyone here understand who I am ?"I ask.

I get pretty often unison in a electropositive head nod.

"Well, at least I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the important issues. We are a eating place radical. Which means that we work when our customer are not working. Energy everyone infer that ?"I ask.

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

"How many hours a hebdomad do you each oeuvre ?"I ask.

Silence in the room.

"Would you say that you work the expect 45 hours a workweek ?"I ask.

Again, silence.

"Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 hour a week and before you begin to debate with me, I had payroll rive up your timecards and all of you come into work about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That's a total of 6 60 minutes per day fourth dimension 5 days a calendar week equals 30 hours,"I tell all of them. I see dazed silence since I included that I had payroll pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your silence, that you don't disagree with my maths. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will come into the office at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an minute for luncheon. You are not allowed to exit at 4:30 pm and claim that last-place hour your dejeuner. I also, expect each of you to work one Saturday a month. In lieu of the Saturday, you will get Tues off. Ladies and gentlemen, we will work on for a living and we will be available to your general director. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 time of day a week, then you might want to pass this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

"I have seen a continual decline in our boilersuit carrying out. Can anyone explicate to me why all of our bit have dropped ?"I ask the way not really expecting an answer.

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

"Please explicate,"I say to him.

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

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

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

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

"Well, my district sales are flat to last class, however, we have two eating house that are in a State Department of turmoil as they are short-circuit staffed with at least two key direction people missing. We also have one of those eating house, in a roadwork region. The City of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the piece of work will finish until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be long than that as they didn't even get started until three weeks ago. Also, we have two restaurants, that are severely understaffed, and I have put an ad in the newsprint and on the local job board sites. We need at least a twelve line James Cook and host in those two restaurants,"he tells me. I'm really impressed with this guy. He knows where his district's numbers are and is unforced to talk openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Daniel Jones'district numbers.

"Mr. John Luther Jones, I also see that your Edgar Albert Guest hitch average is the highest in the market. Your managers have more tenure than anyone else in the food market. You came through the organization starting as a line cook and are now a district manager, being the full general Manager of the twelvemonth last year. You are well liked by your managers and they tell me in the quarterly view that when you step into the restaurant, you will jump in where needed to assist the staff,"I say to him, in front of the other territory manager.

Once again, there is quiet. I point to somebody else and ask the same head,"What are your territory's numbers ?"

"Um, they're OK. nil particular. I have a couple of good restaurants, and a couple of restaurants that need some help, But we'll get better with time,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"James Dean McMillian,"he tells me.

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

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

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

No one says a word.

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

Two sets of winder are tossed into the middle of the board and two guys stand up and get down to take the air out.

"Gentlemen, thank you for making my job that much promiscuous,"I say to them. They walk out of the way, stopping at their desks and leave the building.

"Anyone else want to toss their samara into the snapper of the table,"I say. However, I see another two hombre that appear to be considering it. One of them stands up and says,"Yeah, I'm not going to tear my ass only for you to toss me out the doorway in 90 24-hour interval,"he says as he tosses his keys into the center of the table and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just hold on on stepping out the social movement door.

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The way is silent.

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

"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, this is Benita Alvarez, Shandra Bernard Arthur Owen Williams, and Donna Mayfield,"he says to me.

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

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

"No, I'm not kidding. Are you three willing to consume on the three territorial dominion that have just come candid ?"I ask again.

They look at each other and nod their heads yes.

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

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

"Oh, and one more thing, don't be afraid to jump in when you go to one of your restaurants and they are short staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unannounced visits from time to clock time. I expect that your eating house will be running well, no matter if I'm there visiting or not. Take guardianship of your staff and your customer and affair will get sound,"I tell them before I thank them for their time and leave.

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

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limo, I hand the chauffeur another teddy of newspaper publisher. This one is an destination for a dominion office outside of the city of Seattle, in a townspeople called Kirkland. It is a suburb of Seattle. The head trip from the initiative district part to the one in Kirkland takes about half an hour. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her raincoat and non-skid rain boots.

When we get there, a nice Pres Young lady, about college age stops me at the look door and ask whom I'm here to see. I hand her my clientele menu. She gets up and heads over to a man at a desk only a duo of rows back from her. She hands him my business placard. He gets up and adjusts his garb before he comes over to me.

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

"No, no annunciation. Is it possible to get all the district managers in a conference room ?"I ask.

The gentleman nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to head to a league room in the midsection of the backward wall.

I join them all. Dakota takes a nates in the corner of the room.

"hullo everyone, as you probably have heard, I'm Jacques Louis David Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I thought I would barricade in to say hello and ask if things are going well,"I say to them.

No one speaks.

I point to a Danton True Young lady and ask her name and her numbers for her district.

"My gens is Centaurium calycosum Gonzalez. I've been a district manager for just over a twelvemonth, however, I've been working here for about 6 years now. My territorial dominion is doing OK. We are having with child invitee check norm. Our director have been in place for at least one year or thirster. We are fully staffed at the restaurants, however, a twosome of the restaurants need some physical stamping ground, such as booth seats and flooring in a brace of bit. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to make it more convenient to the carryout ordering as we are all over the lieu. The faculty all work hard and only one of our units is having an yield with roadwork in their domain, causing issues with parking and accessibility,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her territory's numbers up and she is right on with all the information. I see that the finish health department review mentioned the stock split booth can, which I promise to help her get fixed.

I announce my new plan for the territorial dominion managers schedule. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hour already, which makes me happy. The alone real modification is to add the one Saturday a month and have them take the following Tuesday instead. No one seems to out of place about it. I am happy with the results of this territorial dominion. I thank them and forget the district office.

I tell the chauffeur to manoeuver back to the jet, which she heads towards. The crusade through the traffic takes us about an time of day to get to the jet. The intact time we are driving, the pelting continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limo by the gradation and opens the automobile trunk for us.

I hand her three $ 100 bills for a tip. She tries to worsen, and I put them in her hand and fold her hand closed. We take our bags up the stairs and into the carpenter's plane. She starts the limo and drives off.

Once again, we sit on the put together. However, this time, we keep our clothes on.

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

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

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

The escape home was uneventful. Dakota slept on my bureau almost the entire tripper. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limo. We grabbed our udder and walked down the steps. Fred took both of our travelling bag and put them into the trunk. He closed the threshold behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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