The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The Investigation Begins

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

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

After finishing my daybreak responsibility, I washed my hands and came out of the bathroom looking at my two cover girl still sleeping. I put on a pair of trunks and a tee shirt and headed out to the kitchen grabbing my headphone off the charger on the way out.

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

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

As we sat there, I asked,"Ladies, is it me or has can been looking and acting much more mature ?"

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

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

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

I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 8 am. I had to believe a moment as to what day it was, but then remembered it was Sun. I heard a whack at the battlefront door. Jennifer got up and went to the door, opening it carefully. A large man with half an unlit cigar in his oral cavity showed her his FBI identification. She asked why he was here, and he told her that he needed to verbalise to me. She called out to me.

When I reached the social movement room access, I opened it across-the-board and invited the valet inside. He declined and asked me to pace outside, which I did.

I saw various agent buzzing around taking pictures and measure.

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

"Well, senior pilot, it's Jacques Louis David. Mr. Greene is my deceased founding father,"I tell him.

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI protocol requires me to call you Mr until the case is wrapped up,"he explains which was the first prison term someone had rebuffed my attempts to be called David, which I was fine with since it made sense.

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

I stepped a couple of steps to his face to stave off looking into the sun. He turned with me and said,"All the agents are fine. The most serious one was Agent Don…um…hold on for a second while I check my notes. Oh, here it is, Agent Don McHenry. Yes, he's fine. The hospital stitched him up and sent him home late last dark,"he tells me.

I summon Sharon over and severalise her the news. She kisses me on the cheek and runs off to get her speech sound. In literally second gear, I see her chatting with individual, whom I assume is Agent Don. I see her grinning. She puts her telephone down and comes back to me telling me she is heading over to his theatre to ‘ charter charge of him'all the spell she is smiling her big beautiful grinning. I check with the maitre d' to micturate sure it is OK for her to leave, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

She quickly heads off to deepen clothes and go see Agent Don.

Captain Perez begins,"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, I hope you understand that it's nothing personal, but you are a defendant as well,"he tells me in a sincere manner.

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

"How can you do that ?"

"I can pull in you a DVD of all of our security measures photographic camera in just a few minutes if you are worry ?"I ask.

"Absolutely,"he tells me.

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

"Captain just ease up me a twain of minutes and I'll have that DVD for you,"I tell him.

"Mr. Greene, do you accept a copy of the other shooting your house took a mates of weeks ago as well ?"

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

I put the low gear DVD into a clear case and hand it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a platter of heart and soul out. Bobby begins to enwrap up several steaks into a boastfully piece of music of tinfoil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 costa into two with child pieces of tin foil When all the meat is wrapped up, they put the three pieces of wrapped meat into a paper bag and hand it to maitre d' Perez, who tries politely to resist. They won't hear of it and impel him to take the paper bag.

I just grinning.

I ask him if he would like a cup of coffee, he declines to say that he needs to get back outside to supervise his guys and the investigation.

"Captain, may we discuss someone from the urban center Police for a span of minutes ?"I say as we are walking back towards the front door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are familiar with a City law deputy Horowitz. I mean, I'm not certainly if Special agentive role Fernandez made cite of him in his reports or not,"I say to the Captain.

"Well, yes there were a mates of notational system about him, but what do you need to say about Lt. Horowitz ?"He asks.

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

"Well, Mr. Greene, it's more than just an investigation, but I believe that he is on the verge of being indicted,"He tells me putting his finger to his lips indicating that I'm not supposed to say anything. I nod my point affirmative to acknowledge his postulation for me to be silent on the matter.

Once back outside, Captain puts his intellectual nourishment and the videodisk into his agency vehicle. He reaches into his pocket and bridge player me his scorecard. I see it has the William Hoover edifice address on it from DC.

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

"Yes, I am. There are lieu that are wondrous to go, but parts of DC are just as ghetto as some of the more well-known ghettos across the commonwealth such as Watt and South-Central LA. I live in Virginia, but I work in DC,"he tells me.

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

"Which tower ?"

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

"Oh, I hope you're going to clean that building up. It was built a little LE than ten old age ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is slew of money spent ensuring that buildings stay clean and neat in appearance, but not the Kraft construction. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking aid of it the moment it became occupied,"he tells me, which really surprised me that we would get such an true perspective of the building.

"Well, it's no longer going to be called the kraft construction. We're renaming it the eagle. We have renamed all of the towers that we bought after a skirt of some sorting,"I tell him.

"Where else did you buy ?"He asks.

"Well, here in LA, which we call the mortarboard. One in Tampa, which we call the Flamingo, one in Madison Wisconsin which we call the Snowy Owl, and one in Toronto that we call the bluing Jay,"I tell him.

"That will be nice to change the names to give way people the understanding that ownership has changed,"the Captain says.

"We're also looking at one in capital of Georgia, that if we get it, we will bid that one the Falcon and one in Phoenix that we will bid the Richmondena Cardinalis, there's also a potential one in Dallas that we would call the Vulture,"I tell him.

He nods indicating he understands but asks,"I see some of the hiss coincide with sport team, capital of Georgia, Toronto, and Phoenix. However, some don't make any common sense,"he says to me.

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

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

He reaches into his coat sac and offers me one of his cigars."Do you like a undecomposed cigar ?"He asks me.

"Why, yes. My first wife made me pass on them up. She hated the smelling of them so instead of constantly arguing with her, I just quit them."I tell him.

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

I turn and go back inside.

CHAPTER 2

I see John Lackland is now up and eating. I just smile and giggle to myself. Bobby comes over to me and demand how many steaks or rib would I care to eat, or would I prefer them to make me a regular breakfast ? I followed John's lead and took the ribs asking for 5 with some tater salad if there is any left.

"Any left, there's maybe 6 or 7 large bowling ball of murphy salad available,"Bobby tells me. He begins to fire up up the ribs and nous to the big kitchen to get another sports stadium of potato salad.

John isn't saying a tidings ; he just keeps shoveling the nutrient into his back talk. I see him with a glass of juice, no indigence to ask what flavour the juice is.

As we sit there, a run-over looking Missy scuffs into the kitchen. She kisses John on the cheek and comes over to me to do the Lapp thing.

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

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

"William Ashley Sunday,"I tell her.

Her heart get large and she says,"dump. Where are my clothes ? I have a shift at the eating house at 2,"she says in a much more mad manner.

"dearie, I believe that your clothes are on the floor in the garage next to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Friday night,"I say to her smiling the hale time. This makes can hiss while eating.

missy gets up and question out to the garage. A few minutes later she came back within and asked,"Um, how do I get out of the service department. The big door seems to be locked,"she says. I get up and follow her out to the service department. I undo the carabiner from the racecourse and raise the door, pushing the open push. She starts her car and backs out telling me she will most definitely be back IF she's welcome. I tell her that she is always welcome. As she is focusing on me, she almost runs over an FBI agent. I poke the button and open the front gate. She slowly drives her car through the gate and down the road. I close the gate as I see Captain Perez watching me.

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

After whoremaster finishes, I ask him to kindle all the security shutters to set aside the sunshine into the home. He tosses his plate with the empty bones into the chalk and moves to the tail of the firm to get down raising the shutters. His telephone set buzzes.

"hello, this is John. No, you promised me that your measure guys would be here today, not tomorrow. So, here's the plan. If you are determined to not bear witness up until tomorrow, you will see the ship's company who has taken your job. Otherwise, you have until 3 this afternoon to ingest your measuring people here. Thank you and have a squeamish day,"he says without raising his voice or being nasty. I am very proud of him. He's handling himself with not bad matureness and demeanor.

Dakota and Donna come scuffling into the kitchen, where Sammy pokes the button to can up the coffee pot once again pouring out the now stale coffee.

It dawns on me that I haven't seen any of my tenant nor the CG son since yesterday. I'm pretty for sure I know where they all are but decide to get up and go check for myself. I walk out to the pool star sign first. I knock and one of the CG boys opens the door. I ask if everyone is ok inside, he assures me that both he, his cousin and both twin are all right. I thank him and foreland over to the studio.

I knock on that door, but no one answers. I hear voices inside. I quietly open the doorway and step inside. There I see Allison with a television camera on her shoulders and Belinda sitting upright with her binding against a wall masturbating. She has a dildo that she is using to attain her pinnacle. Suddenly she stops. Allison asks,"What's the subject ? Why did you stop ?"

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

I offer my Robert William Service to help Belinda reach that all elusive orgasm. She nods in approving. I move over to her and pull on her legs sliding her consistence down to be flat on the ground. I lay between her branch and begin to lick her womanhood ; I only get a few mo in before there is a bang at the studio door. I here can announce himself asking if I was in there.

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

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

"John, maybe you could finish what I have started since Special factor Fernandez's timing is rather hapless,"I say getting up from between Belinda's legs and wipe my brass off with a towel I see on the buffet. I head out pulling the door closed behind me and point inside. Once I was inside the house, I saw particular broker Fernandez standing by the front room access with an envelope in his hand.

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

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

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

"Is there a job,"Fernandez asks me.

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

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

"Nice,"Jill says looking at the check.

I got to thinking about how I had stopped reading Bob's diaries. I looked for the one that I had started. I found it in the living room, next to the couch on an end table. I picked the book up and settled into the frame to read some Thomas More. One point that I saw which interested me was a street sign party. Bob made a proficient distributor point that most if not all street mark seem to be universal. As he put it in the book,"A hold on signal is just that no thing where it might be posted in the US,"making note that it is possible for a caller to bid on DOT contract and make and ship to the several locations the signs.

I find a pen in the reaper binder of the book and rotary this idea.

I hear a crash in the kitchen. I get up and head to the kitchen to see an embarrassed Donna looking at the plate she dropped. Sammy is already getting the heather and dustpanful to clean house up the mess.

"Don't trouble about it, Miss Donna. We do this all the time,"Bobby tells her. I say to Donna and Dakota to not strike as there is glass everywhere. Both of them pick their feet up and put them on the rungs of the chair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

After just a couple of transactions, Sammy has the entire floor vacuumed and he wraps up the cord and hands it back to Amy.

I put the diary from Bob into a draftsman in the kitchen and head word to my office to log onto my computer.

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

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

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

I turn on my laptop and get prepared for Rob's e-mail. Once loaded up I read the heading,"risk WILL ROBINSON, DANGER,"I smile because I know of Rob's love for old TV show, such as ‘ doomed In Space ’.

I open the email and it reads,"Well, as you anticipated, I found respective former employees that have not been terminated off the system. Three of the knight tracks that you sold have all their employees still active voice in our system. I terminated all the employees from the horse tracks. Out of oddity, did you acquire any cassino ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own ternary cassino. One in Oklahoma, one in Florida, and one in genus Arizona. The three total of more than than 3,000 employees. I have made a list of them but need your steering on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

"cassino, really ?"I say out gimcrack causing Jill to stop and investigate what's wrong.

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

"How did we acquire them ?"Jill asks.

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

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

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

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

Jill picks up her cell phone and dials up Rob.

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

"Well, kind of. I mean the group that David sent me from the hawk was a huge helper, but now finding these four casinos,"he says before I stop him.

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

"Well, they are in three body politic, but there are four casino. One in Oklahoma, one in Sunshine State, and two in Arizona. One near Tucson and one in Phoenix,"he tells us.

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

Jill thanks Rob for his toilsome work and ends the call. I suggest,"Hey, since we will be traveling this week, why don't we stop over in Phoenix to visit Tina and discipline on this casino that we own,"I say to Jill. She readily agrees.

CHAPTER 3

I see another email that interests me. It's from Roger. It reads,"I heard about the shooting at your home. I guess the fools are pudding head, shooting up a party that is full of FBI factor and their families. You need to set a plan in place when something like this happens, whether you are at the household or not. You may not be the target as you have three ladies who are pregnant. The bad guys may intend that your weakness is through them,"he writes.

I reply that I agree with his belief that they may place the three meaning madam, but I joke ‘ guess they haven't met Dakota yet ’.

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

I check the email phone number and see that there are 311 email. I round up the single that are duplicates and delete them before I begin to read the I labeled ‘ read-only ’. My labor is to understand and delete them, getting my e-mail box empty. It takes about two hours to read all the emails.

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

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

"No,"I say to her.

We go back to working on our computers. About an hour later Jill exclaims,"There, my e-mail box is now empty !"She says with a hilarity in her voice.

It is just over a one-half hour before my email inbox is also empty. We both last our laptop computer and headspring downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a little fragment of glass all the way out into the dining room. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our first aid kit offering to require tutelage of this for me. She squirts it with hydrogen peroxide, drying it with a patch of cotton wipe and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ how-do-you-do Kitty'Band-Aid. This garners several hoots and comment from the mathematical group. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ Hello jackpot'Band-Aid.

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

I look around and decide to get together everyone that is inside the home currently.

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

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

"Well, I've spoken with Roger though electronic mail and we have concluded that we need some program put in office regarding this star sign and a state of lockdown. first gear, let me set about with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a tail on the floor, no matter where they are. The closest ones to any Windows will pry the push to drop down the security department shutters. Those who have a carry permit will retrieve their firearm, attaching it to their hip until the whole event is over,"I tell everyone. I see virtually all the mathematical group nodding their heads up and down indicating yes, they understood.

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

No one has anything to say.

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

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

Paula raises her hand to reply the inquiry,"Um, You and Jill are in mission. We are all to get on the base. If you happen to be by a window, then it is your province to miss the certificate shutters,"she says.

"THAT'S rightfulness !"I say glad to get a line that at least one person is listening.

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

Again, Paula raises her hand,"If you three are not here, then John the Evangelist is in electric charge,"she tells every one of us.

What does write in code 69 mean value ?"I ask.

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

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

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

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

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

"Use your best judgement,"I tell everyone.

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

John the Evangelist, Donna, Diane, Marcus, Amy, missy, Danni, and morning. I do the genial maths in my drumhead, ‘ this should spend the $ 250K and maybe even a bit more ’.

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a whang on the breast doorway. Again, Jennifer opens it to see captain Perez complete with his half a cigar that he is chewing on.

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

I come to the door,"hi police captain,"I say to him.

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

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

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

He goes back outside and begins wrapping up the group of FBI agents, sending them home plate or back to the office. Once they are all gone, the courtyard looks overnice with no agents buzzing around it.

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

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

"Um, sir I have to cover that there is a pair of kettle of fish in the position of our truck,"he tells me.

I step outside and walk over to the hand truck. He points to not one but two holes. I notice that there is a third jam that he had not seen. I tell him that I'll have my insurance policy deal upkeep of it, truth be known, I'll have the people who repair our limos for Black Car and Happy, Happee Limo take guardianship of the truck.

"I'll maintain the keys then, to get the truck repaired,"I tell them. We shake hand and off he goes in a waiting vehicle that is in the street outside the front gate.

I head inside and ask Saint John and Marcus to finish emptying the ice truck into the many tank that still line the outside of the business firm by the two consortium. I direct him to get the dolly from the garage which he does to stockpile all the travelling bag through the menage and out to the poolside area. The CG guys see what is going on and join in to help,

Sammy doesn't estrus up any steaks for St. John the Apostle as he is working on emptying the ice motortruck.

John does take down,"David, you remember we have those big freezers in the big kitchen and the third kitchen. Maybe we should fill them first to celebrate and use the ice instead of putting them in the cooler and losing the ice."

"John, that's a great estimate ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the coolers outside. In fact, maybe give a duad of travelling bag to the twins in the pool home. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes Saint John to smile even though he knows that the CG male child are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and John begin loading the dolly with bags of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need more than one dolly, so I text Dakota to social club a duet more dollies, the type that the beverage vendors use. They fold out to have a bun in the oven much more than just the regular standup dolly. She texts back her common ‘ K ’.

I decide to point out to the ice truck to see just how many bags of ice still remained in the back. As I peered around the door, I see maybe 200-300 bags still stacked up. I shook my head knowing that all of this won't fit in the two deep-freeze, but maybe John the Evangelist or Marcus can stack them to remove a majority.

As I come back around the back of the truck, a car sits at the gate honking its saddle horn. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the gate's electronic gore, poke the appropriate buttons and the gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a osculation. I poke the necessary button to close the gate and cogitate that maybe we need to have the gate fellowship come and put different four-digit codes into the electronics so confide people, such as Dr. Ronda don't need me or anyone to let her in the gate.

Ronda parks her car, but I tell her that I would rather she park in the garage. I head inside the house to open a garage door. Ronda pulls her car into the service department, parking right where young lady had her car parked.

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

Once I get into the garage, I poke the clitoris, the garage door closes behind her. I open her number one wood's room access to help her step out. She puts her arms around me and kiss me passionately.

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

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

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

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

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

Ronda goes over to each of them and buss them and asks,"Is there any more of that delicious coffee tree I smell ? I haven't had any coffee since I left the infirmary early this morning,"she tells us. Sammy begins to teem her a cup asking if she needs ointment or dinero.

"If I need pick, I know who to get it from,"she says smiling at me. This causes a giggle among the ladies sitting in the boom sphere.

Ronda has her coffee in one hand and takes my hand to moderate me to my own bedroom. I hear the ma'am joke saying,"Guess she needed some emollient for her deep brown,"causing all of them to giggle again.

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

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

Ronda goes back to the kitchen, where she had set her doctor bag down. She asked for Jill first. She put the blood pressure cuff on her, listened to her instant, and asked several questions before declaring that Jill was moving along just exquisitely with her pregnancy.

After Jill, she moved on to Diane. Once again, she put on the rip press turnup, listened to her breathing, but since Diane was farther along than Jill, she also listened to her belly before she declared that everything appears to be fine with Diane.

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

Ronda started the Same way, blood pressure cuff, listening to her jiffy and external respiration, and asking several questions. It took various to a greater extent proceedings before Ronda told us that she would wish Dakota to get some blood mental test run, the sooner the better.

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

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

I think for a consequence and ask,"Energy she have to rent them with nutrient or can she just take them anytime ?"

"If she takes them in the forenoon, on an vacuous stomach is best or maybe even with a minor methamphetamine of water. If they are making her sick to her stomach then take them at bedtime with a modest snack,"Ronda tells me.

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

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

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

Ronda pulls me down the hall to my bedroom.

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

"Jacques Louis David, do you commend telling me that we would seduce a wonderful sister together ?"She asks.

"Of grade, I do."

"Were you serious or were you just saying something Nice to me ?"She asks with a serious aspect on her face.

"I was serious then and am still serious saying it even today. Is this what your asking ? If I will make a baby with you ?"I ask her in a unplayful manner.

"well, sort of. I see pregnant women every day and, in my header, I hear the tick-tock of my baby making yr going by faster and faster. I know you have two tyke on the way already with Jill and Dakota. But I just can't get you out of my caput. You are everything that I want in the Father of my child. You are smart, you are handsome, you make good decisions, you mentor John telling me that you would be a wonderful parent. Why can't I shake this feeling about you ?"She says with her eyes welling up.

I reach out and pluck her into me for a business firm but a gentle hug. We just sit together in each other's munition for quite a while.

"Darling, I love you as well. However, there is someone in this equation that you need to get permission from. I would have sex to make a baby with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's permission. There are deal of things that I don't need her permission for, including us playing, but to create a child, that is something entirely different,"I say to her as I'm cuddling her.

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

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

I continue on,"Darling River, I am more than willing to create a child with you. You are many things that most men would require. You're beautiful, you're a sexual dynamo, you are smart, you are hardworking, you have a affection inside you, and your still reasonably young."The close comment gets me a poke in the rib from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably young ?"She asks.

"fountainhead, you aren't in your other 1920s, but you're not as old as Mom either,"which gets me another poke from Ronda.

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

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

"more than than I care to accommodate. In my head, I think that I can just grow our child as a single parent and if you participate then it only benefits our child, if you choose to not participate then I've lost zip since I'm acting as a single parent,"she tells me before raising up to kiss me passionately.

"Darling River, you won't have to raise our child alone. Hell, move into the Chateau with us and sell your home. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be early pregnant fair sex here as well. In fact, the whole Chateau will be overrun with child by side by side Halloween,"I tell her. This makes her smiling.

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

"Yes, I would love for you to displace in here. As for the shooting, well, the FBI is all over it. In addition, I'm putting a yoke More security things in property,"I tell her trying to make her feel safety about coming here.

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

"Yeah, now I got to go humiliate myself with Jill begging for you to pee-pee a babe with me,"she says in a get the better of tone.

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

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

I get up and guide back out to the kitchen where I was greeted by a couple of the gentlewoman checking their imaginary picket saying,"WOW, dad that really was a quicky,"causing the ladies to erupt with giggles and some laughter.

CHAPTER 4

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

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

Jill begins,"Jacques Louis David, are you willing to make a baby with Ronda ?"

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

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

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

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

"No Mom, zilch like that, although maybe we should put him on restriction and get away his toys,"Jill replies giggling as she says this to Mom. This again causes some laughter from the ladies sitting at the dining way table.

"Then what is it ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Although I was disappointed a few minutes ago, now I was hard as a rock'n'roll and chose to skip pleasing her orally and move right into fucking her, or as she put it, making love to her.

I slide my rose hip between her thigh lining up my manhood with her gap. I gently push just a low bit of my cock into her wetness. She moans as I begin to recruit her. I feel the wetness her womanhood is creating around my cock.

Slowly and gently, I keep pushing my cock into her twat. It doesn't take very long before I'm fully inside of her. We begin our thrusting in unison. She whispers in my ear,"I will get it on you forever,"barely audible.

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

We match each other's thrusting before I hear her reaching her first of all vertex,"OH MY GAWD Jacques Louis David, I SO beloved YOU,"telling me as she cums hard for the first-class honours degree orgasm.

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

Continuing to thrust into her again and again, she peaks once again."GAWD St. David, YOU MAKE ME CUM SO darn HARD,"as her eyes roll back in her head.

"DARLING, here I CUM, LET'S brand THAT baby,"I say to her as I shoot all I have into her waiting and accepting womanhood.

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

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

"Hold on a second, now you ladies are betting on me ? What am I a buck, this ain't no KY Derby,"I say astonished that now I'm being bet upon. Of course, it's all Dakota's doing.

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

Something in my mind made me conceive about tomorrow being Monday. I ask everyone to lead back to the TV elbow room once again. I see a couple of eye rolls, but everyone header back there.

I put some trunks on and my common white tee shirt and head teacher to the TV room as well, dragging Dr. Ronda behind me.

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

I stand at the doorway to the room,"Tomorrow is Mon. I would like for everyone to go to their jobs as usual. We won't be deterred from our rule modus operandi. Those who are here, need to check the security measure tv camera from time to fourth dimension. Tomorrow I'm going to border on the city Council to see if they will trade me the road that leads to our theatre, maybe they'll just be happy that there is one less road that they will own to maintain and let me let it for a reasonable cost,"I tell everyone.

John and Marcus come into the TV elbow room all sweaty. They have completed their task and the ice truck is now empty. Dakota begins dialing up for a truck size tow motortruck to come to pick up the ice truck and take it over to the place that all the limos get fixed.

It dawns on me that if the fastball didn't come out the former side of meat, then maybe Captain Perez would require to air his forensics team out to fish out the slugs.

After I say my address about not changing tomorrow's normal duties, I dial up skipper Perez.

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

"Captain, this is Jacques Louis David Greene. It occurs to me that the ice motortruck in my courtyard might get two or three smoke in it. There are three bullet maw, so if they didn't come out the other side, your forensics squad may be able-bodied to retrieve them,"I say to him.

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

"We'll be sure as shooting to search for them,"I say.

We end the call.

"What's that noise ?"I ask.

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

"Nice oeuvre, King John,"I say to him.

"pop, are we dismissed ?"Dakota asks.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed,"

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

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

Bobby comes around the niche and asks me if it was OK to urinate tonight taco-night. I told him it was o.k.. He said that he and Sammy have differing gist flavourer and would like everyone to try each one and give them a preference.

In my headland, it sounded like fun.

"Hey guys, do we have all the fixings in the household, or do we need to puddle a food market store run ?"I ask.

"We have everything including hard-shell and gentle taco carapace,"Sammy tells me.

I was thinking that this could be a fun night."Be sure enough to announce to everyone that tonight is wetback night. Oh, and I hope I don't have to tell you that John will probably eat a dozen or more taco,"I say to the chefs.

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

"Nice !"

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

"guessing I'll have to enjoy the spicy food before I'm pregnant,"Ronda says to me.

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

I look around and take bloodline of the practiced things that are happening here.

The CG boys are dating porn similitude. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want babies from me. Diane is significant with lav's baby and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are wonderful charwoman who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio business. BJ and Danni are wonderful sexually charged women that are both beautiful as well as being smart. Missy will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to play with. Belinda seems to be working hard with Allison as well. aurora has fit in well here and her cleansing divine service has taken the load off Amy to run the family. The two chefs are rum in summation to being terrific Captain James Cook. John, well he is my protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the transition from being a kid in Diane's crew that just always said ‘ fuck'to a mature young man that accepts responsibility and has a much more fledged demeanor.

Amy has really begun to thrive in the role of keeper of the house. Getting the cleaning overhaul was perfect tense. Now she can focus on just running the house and not being a striver to it.

And then there is Mom. She's beautiful, she's sexually a dynamo. Clearly, she and Fred have found some sorting of felicity. Mom guides me when I find myself in a difficult situation. I am very beaming to let brought her to the W coast and helped her sell her stodgy star sign in the Lionel Hampton, for which she got the in high spirits amount of money ever sold by a non-beachfront property.

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

Mark Newberg's exit and his nieces Kim and Kay choosing to move out disappointed me. Tina moving away to her Mom's sign of the zodiac in Phoenix made sensation, but still bummed me out a bit.

Thinking about Tina made me reckon that we will drop in on Tina and check up on on her on the way back from our East Coast/Tampa trip.

I checked with Dakota to make up sure as shooting everything was set up with the jet for an other morning Tuesday departure. We discussed going to DC first, then down to Atlanta to see this building that Jennifer is trying to stool a deal on, and then on to Tampa. On the takings, we will terminate unannounced in Phoenix to receive a feel in on our Tina.

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

Thinking about our three pregnant ladies, Diane is the first due in mid to late May. Dakota is next to be due in late June. Jill due after the Fourth of July and now, if I get Dr. Ronda pregnant before Dec 25, she'll be looking at an August or travail Day due date. I laughed at my own trick ; she goes into labor on labor movement Day.

CHAPTER 5

As dinner metre approached, Bobby and Sammy gathered us all to come to the dining room table. No one was surprise that John had his ass in a hot seat before anyone else. Although when Diane walked up to the table, John jumped up and pulled out a chair for her.

I pulled out three electric chair. One for Jill, one for Dakota, and one for Dr. Ronda. bathroom just sat there smiling being thankful that he only has one Lady pregnant.

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

The hard-crispy racing shell were going at a pace of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded lettuce, diced tomatoes, sour cream, Armerican cheddar and Monterey diddlyshit cheeses all shredded, both fresh and pickled jalapenos, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, several hot sauces, a red-pepper based mol and a fresh tangy sauce.

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

Diane took a humble amount of both portion of meat and made two standardized tacos, both with the flour tortilla. She put heart and soul, lettuce, diced tomato plant, and shredded Cheddar cheeseflower. She also took a spoon of the mango-lime salsa, which she said tasted like naught that she has ever had. That made both chefs smile as did me.

Jill and Dakota must have taken eat on socio-economic class from lav. They both took 4 crunchy taco shells each. Two shells for each meat. They put the marrow in the shells then covered it with the fixings that they wanted.

whoremonger, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the porn Twins, the CG boys, and Allison might be. John and I both got up and went outside. John went to the Twin Falls's room access telling the four of them that it was taco night and that their bearing was being missed at the dinner table.

I headed over to the studio. Again, I knocked and once again no reply. I opened the door quietly to see Allison on the movement end of the camera with Belinda holding the camera. Once again, it was a masturbation scene. I just stood there watching until Allison noticed me and stopped.

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

"I'm sorry ladies, but dinner is served and your presence or want of it is noticeable. It's taco Sunday and the chefs would like you to participate in their little contest about who's flavoring is better,"I tell them smiling. This makes Allison get up and Belinda put the camera down on the sofa. They both walk with me back to the main house.

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

Allison and Belinda each go get themselves a scale taking care to try both type of inwardness. They fix themselves a taco each. I see Jill and Dakota already on their third taco and yet, Gospel According to John hasn't even had one taco yet.

Once all the ladies have solid food in front of them John Lackland bounds up like someone set his ass on flak. He heads over to the greaser bar and takes not 4, not 6, but 8 operose plate and begins filling them with meat and holdfast. Jennifer, John's Mom, makes light of whoremonger's endless appetite. Everyone giggles.

The eating and socializing go on for a twain of hours. The CG boys regale us with tales of some of their amazing adventures working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the evening telling us about being aboard the ‘ Big joint ’. All in all, it was a delightful time. A time that we all needed to let the tension of the Holocene epoch events just go by.

As the dinner party began to wander down, I asked Dr. Ronda to stay the night, but she said she had to get back home as she has a few patients in the hospital that she needs to visit before heading to the office in the sunup. Before she leaves, she does make mention that moving in here would save up her about a half an 60 minutes of drive fourth dimension as it is so lots penny-pinching to the hospital that she works out of.

"Just one of the things in the life of a medico,"she tells me. I kiss her and walk her out to her car. I poke the push button to open the service department threshold and the figurehead gate. I watch her driving off thinking how the baby will be so beautiful, all because of her.

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

"Are you really OK with Dr. Ronda wanting to have a babe by you ?"She asks in a good tone.

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

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

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

"Seriously, you don't feel ill at ease that Dakota and I are already fraught with your child and now Dr. Ronda wants one as well ?"

"Actually, I feel quite honored. You and I had discussed this in bed a twosome of fourth dimension. Until she told me, I never knew that one of Dakota's secret was to have a baby and it really shocked me that she chose me as the Fatherhood. Now, Dakota says that I look at Ronda differently than any former of the playgroup,"I say to Jill.

"well, you do. It's almost as if you are trying to ‘ make have a go at it'to her each time you two get together. If I wasn't your wife, I would probably be jealous,"Jill says to me.

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

"You realize that I'm still a fair sex, not just your wife and a shipboard soldier,"she replies.

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

Jill steps forward, puts her arms around me and kisses me. We hold the kiss for various minutes before we break and head back inside.

When we get back inside, we hear all the strident laughter from the chemical group. Apparently, someone challenged St. John that he couldn't eat another 12 wetback, fully loaded. He was currently eating routine 7 and didn't flavor like he was slowing down a bit.

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

John finished number 7 and Menachem Begin at phone number 8. In my top dog, I was sure that this was Dakota's doing, but a few minutes later I find out that it is Jennifer who put this all together. Imagine that, his own Mother betting against her son. If anyone had insider information about John Lackland's eating habits, it would be Jennifer.

Gospel According to John finished act 8, then 9, then 10. At act 11, John showed a major dull down. He struggled through the taco. He just stared at taco number 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a twain of pickled chilli pepper underneath all the fixings. She let the juice from the jalapeno pepper drip all over the meat before adding the fixings.

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

However, with the enigma item in the taco, Gospel According to John swallowed the sting and yelled,"Holy piece of ass ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the fridge and poured himself a big meth of milk, sat back down and took another huge bite. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big sup of milk. On the final bite, he dangled the pungency over his mouthpiece before shoving it in. The little girl all laughed as Jennifer had to manus over the money collected to John.

John counted the money and gave me half of the winnings. I just told him to keep it. I knew in my middle that he would have a solvent to the undercover ingredient that his female parent has put in the taco.

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

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner party table. Mom went over to the small pan that the chefs had waiting for her with minuscule to no spicery. She took a spoon and kissed each one on the nerve telling them the meat was consummate. Fred let her cause a plate before he made one for himself. He took 4 hard taco shells filling two each with each meat. He really didn't take much of the fixings. He took some lettuce, some diced tomatoes, and some shredded American cheese cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the table to vote for the pith. Pan one, the yellow pan. Pan two the blue pan. As I went around the table it seemed to go back and forth yellow, blue, yellowness, gentle, drab, yellowish and on and on.

After everyone had cast their vote, it was dispirited ahead by one right to vote, but Fred had not voted. He chose yellow. That tied it all up and the two chefs shook hands and decided to do the Sami thing the succeeding taco night.

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

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

Yes, being that chauffeur that moment in my life changed things for the better.

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