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 participant knew ahead of meter that they had already met their dinner date. That was my own little 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 usual, Dakota had everything set up. The limo arrived at the pure clock time, double-dyed with Fred driving. Jill whispered in my ear that she felt better having Fred be our Chauffeur. I, of course of study, just agreed with her.

I stayed conservative in my attire. I wore a short sleeved collar shirt and a twosome of gracious denim. Jill wore a denim bird and a cute blouse, that I wanted to take off her as it highlighted her beautiful contours.

We went to Heidi Longmire's dwelling house 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 agent for the FBI, she had memory access to information about him that he probably didn't even lie with was available.

When we got to Heidi's house, I got out and went to the front door. It was a nice clean and jerk house. The yard was mowed, and she had a cute little flowerbed against the front facing of the house. One thing I did notification was that she had no orotund tree. She had a twosome of bushes but no large trees.

I rang the doorbell and heard her vociferation,"Hold on, I'm coming,"she said. Of trend, in my principal, the jape of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the front of my pillock brain. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the door and the bolt before she opened the door.

When she did open the social movement door, there stood before me a beautifully slim athletic cleaning lady. She was wearing a pair of frock jeans and a skillful blouse. In my header, I didn't know what was going on, but I wouldn't judgment seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a couple of minutes to lock the breast doorway back up, including the deadbolt.

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

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

I put my arm out for her to seize onto and we walk down her paseo to the limo. Fred has the door unfold and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in first then me. Since I wasn't sure enough if Heidi knew my wife or not, I did introductions.

"Jill, this is broker Heidi Longmire, but this night she is just Heidi Longmire,"I say causing Jill to again commit me an eye roll. However, it did get a giggle from Heidi. I thought to myself, ahh a new hearing for my preposterous jokes.

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

Fred shuts the door and off we go. Heidi's FBI curiosity is starting to show.

"So how do you roll in the hay that I'll like this guy ?"She asks.

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

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

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

"OH WOW, two eyes you say ? That must form him special. 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 time and he wears shoes,"I say to her causing her to laugh.

"Scheol, this is fun. I haven't even met the guy and already its better than my last two particular date,"Heidi says. This causes Jill to now jump off into the conversation.

"Heidi, narrate me, how knockout is it for somebody like yourself, a Union soldier Agent to discover person to let a relationship with ?"Jill asks.

"Well, it's baffling. You start off just like every other meeting. You try to sidestep telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extreme or the other. Either they want to narrate you their Police connective, or for some understanding, they hate the Law Enforcement agency that you work for. Then you must keep an eye out that you're not being followed from the function to your base or your neighborhood,"Heidi tells us.

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

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

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

"Absolutely. Unless you have a close mathematical group of people that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way thing are going these daylight, it only gets more difficult, which is why I chose to risk on you asking me out. You are high gear profile and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at least I'll get a meal paid for. The hold up engagement I ended up paying for the repast because his soon to be ex had canceled all his credit menu and emptied their cant account. It variety of puts a damper on what should receive been a nice evening,"she says.

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

We pull up to a nice-looking home. Fred parks the limousine on the street and opens the car for Heidi and me to get out to go to Patrick's front line threshold. I'm smiling the solid manner of walking to the door.

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

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

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

I guess to represent along, St. Patrick reaches his hand out and shakes Heidi's deal.

"C'mon guys, let's have a nice dark. No talk about what has happened, tonight you aren't an FBI factor, got it ?"I ask her. She shakes her promontory yes. Saint Patrick still looks confused.

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

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

"Actually, I don't. It's a suspicion. You both work insane hours, you both have a honorable temperament, and you both seem to get along with me, which isn't as easy as I think it is, or at to the lowest degree my wife William Tell me so every once in a spell,"I say to them smiling.

They look at each other, shrug their berm and proceeded to head to the limousine. Patrick must stop and go back to the front threshold to lock the top deadbolt curl.

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

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

"well, obviously she cares about home security department David,"Patrick says to me.

We get to the limo where Fred is standing stoically with the gage room access open. Patrick lets Heidi get in first, then I shove him in and mounting in behind him.

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

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

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

"Go ahead,"

"How do you put up with this guy's blockhead caper ?"Saint Patrick asks Jill.

"Well, I form of wealthy person to since I married the dunce,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Patrick to laugh.

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

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

"Hot tinker's damn, I love this place. I haven't been quite a spell, but their intellectual nourishment is tremendous. Heidi, what do you imagine of this space ?"He asks all smiling and full of muscularity, which made me exhale just a bit. Now if we can get Heidi to joke around a bit then maybe the evening will go well.

As the four of us were walking into the eating place, my phone buzz.

"tinker's dam David, you work as much as we do,"Patrick says to me.

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

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

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

The hostess tells us that there's about a half hour wait for a board for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there happen to be four can together at the bar. Patrick and I pull the buns out for the ladies then we take the outside two seats. The barmaid, a long-haired brunet with fragile supercilium and commons heart ask what we want for drinkable and do we want an appetiser while we wait.

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

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

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

Patrick club a Cabernet Sauvignon for Heidi and a dark beer for himself. I edict a merlot for Jill and a coke for myself.

"You don't drinkable ?"Saint Patrick asks me.

"No, not really,"I tell him.

"Anyone want to order 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 northerly of here in San Francisco. When I graduated high schoolhouse, I went to San Diego country University and then Law School. I applied to the way in my net year of law school and was accepted,"she tells us.

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

"Yep, I grew up in a pocket-size town called San Marino. We lived in a small home on Vega street. I screwed around in high gear school day and graduated with a C+ norm. I really had no intentions of going to college. I took care of all the cleaning in the family since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodworking, cabinetry mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an method of accounting firm. Since I did all the cleaning at our dwelling house, it was an slowly leap to starting my own business, cleaning other people's menage,"Saint Patrick tells us.

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

"About 8 years now. Until the thing the other day, I was considering trying to expand the patronage towards Beverly James Jerome Hill. You got me thinking about potential customers I'm leaving on the mesa since your plate is the alone one that my company takes maintenance of,"Saint Patrick says to us.

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

"Well, I don't regret not going to college. Yet, all those parties that you see on TV, I would have liked to attend one or two, but alas I chose to knead instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law school day, did you get wild and crazy ?"Patrick asks.

"natural state 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 Christian Bible. 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.

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

"Nope. Jill is a shipboard soldier and I spent most of my grownup life working in the restaurant clientele,"I tell them.

"wellspring, if she's military and you're a eating place guy, how did you two meet ? Did she come into your restaurant and it was love at first gear sight ?"He says to me.

"She was my trainer at the limousine fellowship,"I tell them, which gets a pair of odd looks from St. 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 demand very long for Jill to have her way with me,"I say laughing. Jill gives the big eyeroll causing Saint Patrick and Heidi to express mirth. I get poked in the ribs for the joke.

Our little coaster buzzes telling us that our tabular array is ready. We get up and head back to the hostess stand. I hired hand her the hum affair and she takes the four of us to a nice table towards the rachis of the eating house's main floor.

Both Patrick and I hold out the chairs for our gentlewoman who give each of us a polite ‘ thank you ’.

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

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the vino. I ordering up another glass for the ladies, another beer for Patrick and another Coke for myself. I also order an appetizer for the board. It 's my common cheesy stuffed mushroom cloud, I tell our guests that it's one of the things that I love about Longhorn. The waitress smiles at the appetizer club and headspring off.

Jill sees some variety of salmon salad at the table next to us and decides to parliamentary procedure it. Heidi looks over at the same table and decides to order it as well. Of course, Patrick and I are going to order steaks. I figure you don't go to a chophouse and not order steaks, just seems wrong.

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

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

Patrick, being a man, decree Heidi's dinner then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak with a adust potato fully loaded, a house salad with cattle farm dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of baked murphy soup which she says they make a fantastic adaptation of that soup.

Jill likes the idea of a cup of soup as well. I order her salmon salad along with a cup of the parched potato soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak, medium rare, baked potato fully loaded and a salad with M islands dressing and extra tomatoes and no Allium cepa. We were all smiling when the waitress left the table with our order.

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

"Jill, would you care to narrate the storey, or have me do it ?"I ask her smiling.

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

"Patrick and Heidi, on our back nighttime working together, one of the other driver's was in a horrible traffic accident. We had longtime clients arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the closest limo to go nibble up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the individual jet area of the airport. We didn't have the proper car to pick them up and didn't have adequate metre to get to the office and swap machine, so we just went to the aerodrome. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up succeeding to their jet and I jumped out and put their luggage into the bole. I stood by the plunk for threshold and Bob and Melanie got into the car. As we were going, I turned around and apologized to the Jaxsons telling them that their usual chauffeur was in a bad fortuity. I also apologized for not having the correct vehicle for them and made the determination to give them the service for free. Jill asked if we needed to turn back at a Walgreen's for Melanie Jaxson as she was nauseated from a tempest that the jet flew through. We got them to their hotel. Bob Jaxson pulled me aside and told me that if I decide to prompt up in the world, he's got a place for someone like me,"I tell them.

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

"Wait a bit, 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 story,"I tell them,

"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 scream our boss, who didn't answer. She tried to call a close friend, who also didn't answer. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at City Hospital. I raced across Ithiel Town to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what exam way she was in. I ran through the hallways and fit into the exam room. There was the most beautiful, and pathetic looking woman I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the tarradiddle. Of form, Jill was playfully shaking her headway no through half the story.

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

"wellspring, they had her hopped up on pretty severe botheration medication, what was it again dear, Morphine ?"I asked.

She just nodded her head yes.

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

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

Our food arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

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

Jill response first,"Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am thankful that my assistant has a good head for numbers. Jacques Louis David pirated her away from a Mercedes dealership because they weren't treating her right. Here she was selling St. David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to give her credit for selling one. She went on the tryout drive with St. David and he made her a job offer. She didn't accept until she was sure that they were going to be intimate her over and not give her the full commission,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to gloss on our Job at Jaxson Inc. a individual tapped me on the shoulder joint from behind me. I turned to see miss, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one Night a couple of week ago who stayed at the house for three days.

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

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

"Missy, you remember this is my wife Jill. And these are two friends, Heidi and Patrick,"I tell her, hoping that she won't say anything that Jill and I will give birth to explain.

"Jacques Louis David, I got a new jail cell earpiece. Let me pass you my new telephone set number, so when you have another party at your business firm, you can remember to ask for me,"she says smiling. In my head, that wasn't too bad of a financial statement that I would have to explain.

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

"Um, Jacques Louis David, do random women just come up up to you and give you their telephone set issue and a buss before trying to invite themselves to one of your parties ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill response,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever guess. He gets women pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a rock wiz and we just live in his reality,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a particular nervus facialis expression and then just kind of accept that answer.

I decide to try and narrow down the resolution down to continue Heidi from getting too suspicious.

"Heidi, miss got invited to a party we had several calendar week ago by a friend of a friend thing. She had a great clip. We had several one guys and I think she may cause collected just about every single guy's phone number at the party. She sent me a wit a hebdomad or so later telling me it was one of the better company she had been to in a long, longsighted time,"I tell Heidi.

"The aliveness of a CEO,"Patrick says.

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

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

I place the sweet order for Jill and I and Patrick orderliness for Heidi and him.

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

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

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

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

"Nope, no ex. I too dated a cleaning woman for a while and now we aren't geological dating because I spend too much time trying to pack care of my client,"he tells Heidi.

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

I lean in and kiss my gorgeous married woman, licking the lowly tactual sensation of caramel off her lips.

After about 15 minutes or so, the waitress delivers me the handicap. I put my credit rating card on the top of the small Book, and she takes the whole affair. Jill and I just sit there watching St. Patrick and Heidi be friendly but very close to being inner. In my head, I hit it out of the Park on this one.

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

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

"Well, again we have district manager in the eatery radical that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a total of XXX hour when they know that we expect them to work 45. I've reviewed all the potential promotes just in compositor's case I end up cleaning the house,"I tell Jill.

"Do you ask to stay overnight, or will you yield tomorrow dark ?"Jill asks.

"fountainhead, right now I'm expecting to make out home tomorrow night. I'll text you or have Dakota prognosticate you if affair change,"I say to Jill. She nods her head in acceptance.

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

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

"No worries guy, that's what this was all about. For you two to assemble under unlax luck and maybe, just maybe you two would hit it off,"I say to them.

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

We all four get up from the mesa and headspring out. When Fred sees us coming out of the eating place, he brings the limo over to the front door. He stops the car, opens the back door and we all get in. At this stop, the vino has taken ahold of the women as they are giggling and laughing.

"Are we through for the nighttime or would you guys like a nice trip down to the beach or along sundown Strip ?"I ask.

"St. David, while this has been one of the adept Nox that I've had in quite a long time, I do have employment in the morning. So, unfortunately, I must call it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to consume Patrick home first then we will drop off Heidi. I see them take their sound out and substitute phone act. Jill looks at me and smiling, my poor fish plan worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limousine heads towards Patrick's seat. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm whisper in my ear to let her walk him to the front door.

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his straw man doorway and they kiss. Not one of those I'm going to fuck your mind out osculate, but a overnice adult end of the eve beginning particular date buss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

Heidi walks pensively down the walkway to the limo, where Fred has the door surface 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, Jacques Louis David, this has been a wonderful eve. I think that Saint Patrick and I are going to try and maybe meet for a late coffee or a dessert one nighttime this week,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the shiner. I am so very happy that my stupid plan worked and two hoi polloi who work their ass off may now have a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his stupid ego. If you and St. Patrick become in force ally or hell lovers, then David will induce a story about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned,"she says laughing the whole time she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently happy my little plan worked.

When we got to Heidi's house, Fred holds the door unresolved for Heidi. I get another kiss on the buttock as she's getting out of the limo. Jill and I watch her base on balls to her front line doorway where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the door and gets in the device driver's tooshie to adopt us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the necessity buttons to open the gate, He stops the car by the front door and lets Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the courtyard and psyche back towards the limo return for the car. I figure that Fred has about one more hour of body of work. He'll return the limousine, 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 various people either in the kitchen or in the TV room. They all ask Jill how the non-date day of the month went. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a good match. She kisses me and separate me that she loves me and hopes that I know she is just teasing.

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

I see Dakota sitting in another of my albumen tee shirts. I lean over her, kiss her on the cheek and tell her that I figure we should pass on about 11 or so to head to the aerodrome. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is ready. I kiss her again and tell her effective night. Jill and I head down the hallway to our sleeping accommodation.

I pull my backpack out to take with me just in case. I also put a pair of boxers 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 spell before we drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

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

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

I was kind of stimulate as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the bedroom to the kitchen. Most of the daybreak 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 looking glass of pineapple plant 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 in Seattle will be rainy. I remind Dakota to be sure to bring her cute raincoat and her skid proof shoes. She tells me that she already has them next to her overnight bag at the front door. She gets up and promenade 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 lilliputian more.

In my header, I figure since the flight time is a couplet of hour, her and I will probably represent a bit in the jet.

As John finishes his cereal, he gathers his own backpack and header towards his truck in the service department. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking John to slacken down as she wants to get a cup of coffee to take with her. He just laughs and says he'll delay in the truck for her cute ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how much John the Divine has matured over the past few calendar month and I think that he needs a new project to go on, however, I'm not sure what the appropriate project might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID verification project. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the towers that we bought back to upright term. Paula is working on keeping the three limousine troupe running smoothly. Donna has the cry snapper firing on all cylinders. BJ is helping Jill on their stock conversion projection. Danni is handling the front reception arena just fine now that she is getting a lunch break. Tina and her Mom in Phoenix are feeding me dear intel on the two buildings that we have bought down there. And, of course, Dakota is being the best help potential. Amy is running the house and keeping things in check. The two chefs are making everyone happy with their top-quality cooking. The erotica Twins and the CG boys are doing a nice job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a demon, trying to keep things going in the porn manufacture. Belinda is now seeing someone in the industry and that is fine with me. Yet, I have no melodic theme what to do with privy. He does everything that I ask him to do, yet it just seems in my head that he could be doing something more.

Watching the morning TV, I see that the shooting of the Mexican Drug Cartel is still in the intelligence cycle.

I looked at my cellphone and saw that I missed a text message from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a wonderful evening and said that she and Saint Patrick have a coffee bean date in a match of nights. 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 earpiece charger to take with me, just in case. 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 limousine to learn you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to pick me up a muffuletta from that fantastic Italian eatery,"she tells me.

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

Dakota told me that the limo was expected to be here in about 15 minutes or so. I sat down on the sofa in the living room to just recollect about John and waiting for the limo. When I saw it pull up, I still had not figured out what to do with Saint John the Apostle. I called for Dakota ; she came bounding out of her chamber towards me.

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limousine. Once again, Fred stood with the plunk for door receptive. I tossed our handbag into the trunk and got into the dorsum. Dakota came out and before she got into the limo, she kissed Fred on the brass.

As she got into the limousine, I swear that she wiggled her ass towards Fred, but maybe I was just imagining that. She got in, kissed me on the impertinence and sat correctly adjacent to me. Since she was in her usual place, next to me, I felt her paw on my tool almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get hard with her hired hand stroking me. In just present moment, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably retard traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and fish out my now heavy pecker. Her lips and mouth surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the scape and top dog of my humanness. I gently put my paw on the book binding of her head. She swallowed me as she has done many times before. I just laid my head back on the stern as she bobbed her top dog up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her trunk up to be sideways on the limo bum. I gently pulled her short circuit aside to break her moist pussy. Inserting two fingers into her, I could experience her mouth tighten around my hammer swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two fingerbreadth inside of her pussy, I used my thumb to rub little circles on her button. This made her groan on my putz. I thrust it as deep into her mouth as I could get. She swallowed my humanity as far as she could charter it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her throat. She kept bobbing her capitulum up and down. As I kept pushing my finger into her pussy with heady wildness, she began moaning more and more on my humanity. I felt her getting wetter and wetter. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a third, then a one-quarter finger inside of her and knife thrust in and out repeatedly. My hand was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her first pinnacle,"OH GAWD DADDY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I'M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU,"she says to me as I feel her puss splash my hand and wrist.

She swallows my tool once again, but not until I feel her delicious pussy muscle spasm around my manus again. As her consistency does this, I feel my own torso approaching its orgasmic peak,"GAWD shucks DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU to a greater extent THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a congius of my man succus into her accepting sassing. I pull my hand from her pussy and solve the tasty orgasmic juices off it.

She just smiles at me and snuggles her point into my pectus as the limo keep moving towards the airdrome. Soon, Fred puts the privacy partitioning down a couple of inches to let us bed that we are only about two minutes away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two minutes pass, Fred pulls the limo up adjacent to the jet and gets out, opening the bole first. I take both udder and put four $ 100 bills into his shirt scoop, even though he tries to politely slump the tip. I thank him for his hard work and remind him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

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

The opening door closes and the co-pilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her cute little underdrawers and fishes my peter out of my pants 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 first of all orgasmic peak. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronco. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the sofa poke my cock as abstruse into her as I could get. I put her modest ankles over my shoulders essentially bending her in one-half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her pussy splash my cock and Ball over and over again.

Her middle were rolling into her head as I was thrusting hard into her."OH DADDY, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME flavour SO WONDERFUL WHEN YOU'RE trench inside OF ME. shoot ME, YOU KNOW THAT I'M YOURS NOW AND FOREVER,"she says as we both continue to top out together.

I keep fucking her with all that I have. I know that we haven't had sex in quite a few days, but what we are both feeling right now is about the most amazing that I've felt in a span of week, including my prison term with Ronda.

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

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

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

"Huh ?"I say.

"John has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to anticipate what you need. Let him do by you. I will be available to him, via sound at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your help for a whole workweek. This will give us a secure 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 answer. I know that I'm going to screw her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my rooster hardening once again.

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

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

I feel her delightful fiddling men shedding my pants once again. She sheds all her clothes this metre and twisting around putting her tasty kitty over my waiting lip. I begin to lick and suck her cunt swallowing every drop of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, swallows my hard shaft.

As I'm whacking and sucking her pussy, I move deeper and start trouncing and sucking on her asshole. I thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I can make it go. She roars with another orgasm blasting through her torso. I sit up and deplumate her around to front away from me. I spread her ass cheeks and thrust my humanness into her anal cavity. She moans as we begin to force up and down on each former. Her trunk is splashing my crotch with her womanly 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 groan and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her minuscule lithe body onto my hammer over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my fork with her puss juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a while. The pilot comes onto the verbaliser and lets us know that we are just a few minutes from landing. I hear the landing place gear lock into place. Dakota and I uncouple and start to clean ourselves off with the towels that we have in the overhead cabinet towards the back of the plane.

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

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

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet lease a down Angle as we approach the rail. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her blazon around me as the bicycle touch the pavement of the runway.

"Daddy, maybe we can find soul to work with for the ride home,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a secure idea, but I probably could have dialed up girl to take the trip-up with us. But we'll see how matter play out.

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

Once we are parked, the copilot opens the hatch and extends the stairs down to the ground. I grab both of our cup of tea and adopt my darling Dakota down the gradation to the limo. The driver takes the bags puts them in the bole as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I mitt the driver the first district spot that I want to chaffer. She thanks me for having an savoir-faire ready and she heads towards the territory office.

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 door to the district office. Dakota and I get out of the limousine, each with our rain dress on, plus she has her cute non-slick rain boots on making her spirit cute.

We walk to the front room access of the territorial dominion office. I open the door and let Dakota pace inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she train a prat. I begin to take the air through the room, without anyone even saying a tidings to me. When I get to the back of the way, I ask a overnice looking dame if there is anyone that I could address to. She asks me what it would be about.

"wellspring, I just walked through the entire territorial dominion 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, someone, to speak to. She gets up and heads towards a couple of bozo chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

"Hello, may I help you ?"the man asks.

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

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

"Well, here's my patronage scorecard,"I say as I'm handing him my board. He looks at it and apparently doesn't know who I am.

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

"Read the all identity card,"I tell him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Now, if you would please meet all the dominion managers in a conference room,"I tell him.

He decides to holler it across the room,"Everyone, all the territorial dominion managers are to head into a group discussion room right now please,"I hear whispers of ‘ what's going on'? and ‘ Who's this guy ?'

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

I stride into the conference way ; Dakota follows me and she sits in a hot seat in the recession with her assistant 's notebook out.

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

I get pretty much unison in a convinced head nod.

"Well, at to the lowest degree I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the important proceeds. We are a eating place group. Which means that we work when our customer are not working. Does everyone interpret that ?"I ask.

I get a lot of blank shell 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 calendar week do you each work ?"I ask.

muteness in the room.

"Would you say that you work the requisite 45 hours a week ?"I ask.

Again, silence.

"Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 hours a week and before you begin to argue with me, I had payroll pull 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 hours per day sentence 5 twenty-four hours a calendar week equals 30 minute,"I tell all of them. I see stunned muteness 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 math. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will amount into the office at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an hour for tiffin. You are not allowed to go out at 4:30 pm and call that stopping point hr your lunch. I also, expect each of you to go one Saturday a month. In position of the Saturday, you will get Tues off. Ladies and gentlemen, we will form for a living and we will be usable to your general managers. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 hours a week, then you might want to fall out 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 performance. Can anyone explicate to me why all of our phone number have dropped ?"I ask the room not really expecting an answer.

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

"Please explain,"I say to him.

"We have been leaving ahead of time and coming in lately. You've hit it on the pass that we are a company that should be working when our customers are playing,"the Danton True Young man says to me.

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

"I'm Ralph Jones. I've been a territorial dominion managing director for about 3 calendar month,"he says to me.

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

"Well, my territorial dominion sales are flat to last year, however, we have two restaurants that are in a land of convulsion as they are curt staffed with at to the lowest degree two key direction the great unwashed missing. We also have one of those eatery, in a roadwork region. The City of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the workplace will last until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be longer than that as they didn't even get started until three hebdomad ago. Also, we have two eating place, that are severely short-staffed, and I have put an ad in the newspaper and on the local job board sites. We need at least a 12 line cook and host in those two restaurant,"he tells me. I'm really imprint with this guy. He knows where his district's numbers are and is willing to talk openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Mother Jones'district numbers.

"Mr. Jones, I also see that your guest bridle average is the highest in the grocery store. Your managers have more tenure than anyone else in the market. You came through the organisation starting as a line Captain Cook and are now a district manager, being the General manager of the year last twelvemonth. You are well liked by your manager and they tell me in the quarterly survey that when you step into the eatery, you will jump in where needed to help the stave,"I say to him, in front of the other district coach.

Once again, there is secrecy. I point to someone else and ask the Saami inquiry,"What are your dominion's numbers ?"

"Um, they're OK. Nothing limited. I have a pair of good restaurants, and a couplet of eatery that need some help, But we'll get better with time,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"Dean McMillian,"he tells me.

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

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

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

No one says a word.

"That's what I thought. So, here's my new plan. We the exception of Mr. John Paul Jones, everyone here is on a 90-day activeness architectural plan. Either fix your districts or get a new job,"I say to the room.

Two sets of key are tossed into the middle of the mesa and two guys stand up and lead off to walk out.

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

"Anyone else want to pitch their Florida key into the sum of the table,"I say. However, I see another two guy wire that appear to be considering it. One of them stands up and says,"Yeah, I'm not going to bust my ass only for you to toss me out the door in 90 daytime,"he says as he tosses his paint into the center of the mesa and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just keep on stepping out the forepart door.

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The room is silent.

"Ok, then where would I find Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Tennessee Williams ?"I ask. Mr. Casey Jones excuses himself and take the air out into the independent room of the district office. He goes to three desks that have women sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled expression on their face.

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

"Ladies, there have been three curtain raising in our district for three new script hopefully hard-working territory managers. Are all three of you bequeath to take on the job of being a district director ?"I ask.

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

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

They look at each other and nod their heads yes.

"OK, well, here's the new principle. Your study schedule will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five daytime a workweek. However, one Saturday a month, you will crop that Sabbatum and charter Tuesday off instead,"I tell the three ladies.

"You will shape 45 hours a week, at a lower limit. You should know your bit at any clip of the day or night. You should have your managers being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a manager Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in my back 1000, so it is up to you to keep your eating house fully stocked with director,"I tell them.

"Oh, and one more matter, 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 restaurant will be running well, no matter if I'm there visiting or not. Take care of your faculty and your client and things will get secure,"I tell them before I thank them for their clock time and leave.

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

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limo, I hand the chauffeur another chemise of paper. This one is an address for a district part outside of the city of Seattle, in a townsfolk called Kirkland. It is a suburban area of Seattle. The trip from the low gear district office to the one in Kirkland takes about half an hour. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her waterproof and non-skid rain boots.

When we get there, a nice Pres Young lady, about college age stops me at the social movement door and ask whom I'm here to see. I hand her my job bill of fare. She gets up and heads over to a gentleman's gentleman at a desk only a couple of rows back from her. She hands him my stage business circuit card. He gets up and adjusts his attire before he comes over to me.

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

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

The gentleman nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to steer to a conference way in the middle of the back wall.

I join them all. Dakota takes a prat in the recession of the room.

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

No one speaks.

I point to a young noblewoman and ask her name and her numbers for her district.

"My public figure is Centaurium calycosum Gonzalez. I've been a dominion manager for just over a yr, however, I've been working here for about 6 years now. My district is doing OK. We are having nifty Edgar Guest check averages. Our managing director have been in place for at to the lowest degree one year or farseeing. We are fully staffed at the restaurants, however, a couple of the restaurants need some physical repair, such as booth seats and flooring in a duet of spots. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to pretend it more convenient to the carryout orderliness as we are all over the place. The staffs all work hard and only one of our unit is having an issue with roadwork in their area, causing issues with parking and handiness,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

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

I announce my new design for the district managing director schedule. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hours already, which makes me well-chosen. The solitary real alteration 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 felicitous with the answer of this territorial dominion. I thank them and leave the district office.

I tell the chauffeur to head back to the jet, which she heads towards. The drive through the traffic takes us about an hour to get to the jet. The full time we are driving, the rain continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limo by the footfall and opens the trunk for us.

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

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

"dad, we didn't find anyone to bring habitation,"Dakota says to me.

"No, we didn't, but why don't you call missy and have her come over to the home 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 keen angle.

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

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