Chapter Four : In between times

Monday

The alarm rang and Sally woke up, turned it off as reverence seemed to launder over her and for a second she was not sure enough why ; then it all came back to her, the violation, and the stranger every detail of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the alarm, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he bonk what clip to set it for ?

Her thoughts were all jumbled as she got up, trying to estimate out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a robot in automatic musical mode, she went to the kitchen to start the coffee then went into the bathroom to read a foresighted rain shower. She used this time to think, first of all she just wanted to make this all go away, wanted it to be a bad dream. That was not possible it was material, there were aches and pains all over her body that told her in fact it was very real. The hot water flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the fuzz of course. Why wouldn't she ? He had to have left a bunch of fingerprints. She thought about his threats to watch her every movement. She contemplated calling out from study but in the two years she had been there she had never called out, and she was not sure she wanted to be in her apartment all day anyway. Sally lingered in the shower a bit longer letting it mend the sore parts of her body and provide a much needed solace for her judgement. She finished and dried off and put on some light well-fixed planetary house clothes, and walked into the kitchen, made her burnt umber and goner. Setting it down on the table she went looking for her laptop, mike had kept it from her this weekend but when she went in her way, there it was on her toilet table. She brought it back to the mesa with her and set it down.

As she went to sit down her eye noticed something in the windowpane sill that made her seem up, then her whole body went strong, it was a Amytal carnation in a vase on the windowsill with a note attached. It seemed as if he was here in the way and not just a symbol of him. She felt off balance yet again, frightened. After a taking one-time she shook her head, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just ignore the tone, not study it. Ah but what would that accomplish ?

sally sat down in her electric chair and just looked at the note, a part of her knew she was going to study it but her fighter English wanted her to just trash it all. She opened the computer and looked for the near police station as well as the nearest to her work, she would not give him the satisfaction of reading his stupid note ! She found the information and typed it into her earphone. The whole prison term she had been sipping her coffee, and struggling to not look at the note as if making eye contact with the efflorescence was giving in to the man himself. In fourth dimension, she gave up, she was curious after all ! She picked it up and took a deep breath, turning the annotation over and reading what was written in a print that was very lots like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

quip, my erotic love. Do not go to the pig, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would hold our succeeding confrontation that much more arduous
than I intend it to be. You are just as lovely as I imagined and it has been a
pleasure to get to have intercourse you. call back I will be back, and whenever you see
a single blueness carnation you will get it on that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

Sally sat and stared at the note shaking. Next encounter ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cops ? She should, of course of study. Pretending in a way that today was a normal day with just a low errand to run She got gear up for study, walked to the bus block, got on the bus, and got to work. She shoved the weekend out of her idea, but still had a heavily fourth dimension focusing on the task in presence of her if anyone had asked her how long it took or what she was wearing, she would not hold been able to tell them or stockpile on her end of any conversation beyond one word solvent. destiny for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If Sally had known he was watching her through field glasses the unit morning she would experience been even more unnerved. He had a view of her bedroom and the living room, the kitchen was out of his line of passel however, so it was a soundly affair she spent a minimal amount of time in it. He had watched her wake up and register the lack of chasteness, had seen her nerve when she had seen the clove pink he had left for her. He had watched as peculiarity and repulsion fought with each other over what to do with the flower. The looks, the head ignoring of the object by being busy on her computing device, the glances of interest, until finally the desire to know outweighed the hideous author and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to record it. It was a caliber for him to see if she was more slavish or Sir Thomas More stubborn. A stubborn women would have just tossed it, in that causa he would either have to step up training or vacate it all together, but no she had chosen to register his Scripture, to see what he had to say and while she may hate him, be scared of him, she was teachable.

He followed in his car behind her checking each point along the way to be sure she did not get off and go to the cops before work. He was pretty for sure once at work she would bide till closing, but he wanted to be sure she would hold back till evening. He watched her enter the edifice from a close by parking post and then push back off to his dwelling to get to his line of work.

She was almost to act upon when she stopped took some deep intimation and tried to train herself on acting convention. There was no one at workplace she was shut down enough with to share this with. There was no one she was close to now that she thought about it. She had a random thought wondering why she locked her front door if this alien can still get in what conflict does her locking it make. She shook her head steadied herself and proceeded the little distance to ferment. Determined to be normal she looked at the receptionist.

"Hi,"and stopped mid-sentence, there it was ; on Laura's response desk mocking her, a blue carnation in a vase
.
"Sally ?"

"Umm Yeah sorry, Hi Laura, hey where did the blossom come from ?"

"I don't know, it just showed up with instructions that it was to go on the receptionist's desk for someone exceptional. Weird Huh ?"

"Yeah, weird."

"Sally you okay ? You look like you had a rough weekend."

"Oh I am fine, just did too a lot and did not get enough eternal rest. I will be wagerer tomorrow I promise."wisecrack smiled and walked off to her cell, not for certain but felt like she must be 3 shadowiness paler than rule. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the 24-hour interval project. She had a desk job working for the DoS which was neither glamorous nor horrible. It was a job, unshakable, with benefits and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty a great deal leftover alone, except for the paperwork being pushed from one sectionalisation and back and everything have to be in triplicate, the job was perfect for her.

Once at her desk her opinion flittered back to the flower, she absently turned her computer on checked her email, but she could not stop mentation : He knew where she worked and where she lived. He had said he would be watching her. Didn't he have a job ? Why was he bothering her ? The phone on her desk rang breaking her out of her funk and forcing her to put on a upbeat typeface and see what the soul on the other end wanted. The forenoon was spent on the respective job and the required pocket-sized talk around the business office, a menu was signed for a sick co-worker she barely knew, short affair had cancer. All the while her mind flittered back to what activity if any she was going to call for. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the cops seemed so galling. Then to let to put words to everything that happened was not the most appealing idea at the moment.

She had lunch delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her book, but she had other things on her creative thinker. Working it out she thought what would she tell a Quaker if they were in this situation and came for advice ? Why she would take a firm stand they got to the cops and would drive them there. This was no different. She had decided, she had to go to the cops after body of work, she could not dwell like this. She checked her sound to reassure herself that she had the selective information and decided she would go to the one closest to her house. She told the fib in her point, and even wrote down a few key spot she wanted to be sure to cover. She hated the thought of having to explicate what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

While Sally worked Mike arranged his day and week, first he called the cleaners and arranged to meet them at Sally's flat at 1pm to clean house the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, curtains, put, dishes everything and in two time of day. They were sending 4 the great unwashed maybe more he was paying well.

His back lodge of business was to get information for this week's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure Old World chat, and typed :

"Do you have the info requested ?"

He waited a bit, he knew the receptionist saw it right away and would then contact the person he needed to chat with and that usually took a few transactions soon the reply came back.

"Yes, This is a job for a man named Cyrus the Younger, you may remember him you brought his get-go wife here for education."

"Vaguly, Persian right ?"

"Yeah, he trusts you and wants you to add his second married woman with the agreement that this is a bodyguard item as well as bringing us the girl."

"Why is the bodyguard important ? I need to recognise what I am getting into. You know that means arming the pilots and crew right ?"

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the bodyguard condition is this : Cyrus had a daughter who was married off and within a year his girl died at the hands of her hubby. Cyrus found out that the same man was arranging a union within six month of his girl death. He felt disrespected by such a short circuit grieving menstruum and that the man was disqualify to be a husband. Cyrus found the family unit of the lady friend and offered a improve arrangement. He wanted to keep her out of the hands of his one-time son in law. Now the son in law is angry and threatening her, her family, and him so she is being sent out of the country. She is fifteen and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

"So is she cooperative or will she try to convince me to let her miss ?"

"Yes she is cooperative, she knows she is coming to read how to run a house and entertain node from dissimilar regions as an fulfill hostess as well as read and compose Farsi and English, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will have to own someone search her well. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be funny of you, but you handled his first wife who was not so consonant at the time that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could hide anything under it. He had been in Arab nation enough to know the difference of opinion between the niqab and the burqa although few American did, or bothered to. He texted the pilot and told him to get a female person bunch appendage that could talk Farsi fluently, and that this would be a bodyguard as well as transportation job. It was the pilots job to get the crew and inform them. It was a wind crew, but a flight like this required four pilots and 8 crew phallus. 2 pilot and 4 work party members would be awake and working while the others rested at all times usually the shifts were 8-10 hr depending on the flying metre. No one flew shopworn, shopworn meant mistakes. other than having two female crew member who could speak Farsi, the crew would be picked from 20 citizenry who worked with microphone. If a crew had flown on the last pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a salary then extra every time they flew, Sir Thomas More if it was a bodyguard situation as this was.

If the flight was leaving from San Francisco the institute would stimulate taken care of all the arrangements, but the crew that flew out of Colorado River was his responsibility, paid for by the institute. Usually this crew worked with him sometimes he loaned them out to other transportation experts that were living nearby, but he liked having the same crew penis rotated in and out and knowing who would be on board.

"Okay I will leave alone tonight hopefully by 10 make sure the papers are in order at the airport, we will stay the required 24 hours for rest and severalize Cyrus the Younger I will pick up his wife Thursday 10am local prison term. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Th local fourth dimension and we will bestow a cab in unless you want soul to cull her up."

"No a cab is fine.

"Okay then. See you in four days. I assume my pay will be in the bank in 24 hours."

"Of track, mike we appreciate you consulting with us."

His consulting house was on the up and up taxation wise. He was not sure what the law would say about his"Transport"business. He ensured the safety and delivery of charwoman from their guardians to The Institute. These women were all signed over to the institute by their syndicate and/or Husbands for specific educational function. Some of those were to learn how to serve sexually and some were instruct how to run a outstanding household well so as to boost their married couple prospects. It was an etiquette school on steroids. These girls every movement was orchestrated usually. Some husband wanted freak and loose woman and sent their s or third gear married woman here to suit the household party favor. In addition there was an actual very commodity private teaching constituent which again was prescribed and approved by the female's guardians.

The schooltime for boys was across the city and he had done some guarding of son being sent by their dominate married person to con how to serve them well. Usually his servicing were required because the original did not entrust his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew home unaccompanied. The families were of all races, but it did fetch him to the Middle East and Asiatic country often.

microphone was worried about his advance with Sally. What if she suddenly got the nerve to go to the copper and he was halfway around the world. Sigh it was a risk he would feature to take sort of. He called a blossom shop and arranged for one blue carnation to be delivered to her every day at different meter through Sat at different berth, her doorstop with no tone no vase, outside the law station on the solid ground, even left at her bus stop, random places to make it come out he had his eye on her.

When it was time he left to get together the cleaners at crack's apartment, just in typesetter's case she was successful in going to the cops he need it all cleaned he made sure the sheets were changed out with single he had bought on the way and took all the bedding on the bed to a cleaner close by where she could pick them up. When he came back to monitor the cleaners and to add photographic camera to the household. His vantage point was good at his little apartment, but had blind spots and he wanted to be able to check in on her while he was gone.

After that he made arrangements and waited for sortie to get off so he could follow and see what happened.
Sally had decided to go to the cops and when the workplace day was done, there was no more augury of spicy flowers so she hopped on the bus resolute in her determination. She had picked the station that was closest to a bus stop and also was the one closest to her house. Determined that this was the slump selection she got off and proceeded to walk the short distance. She had convinced herself that he would ingest no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no reason. Once in the station the cops could convey care of this right ? There were fingerprints. There was evidence, this would work out.

She rounded the corner to the main entranceway and started up the front stairs, when she saw it. A single low-spirited carnation with a note taped to it. She stopped bushed in her tracks, No ! There was no way ! With shaky step she approached the clove pink laying on the ground and picked it up and flipped it over to see the notation. In the Sami handwriting it simply said :

Are you making a good decisiveness, pet ?

Sally walked quickly back down the step with the carnation and musical note in hired man. She was on the wand of tears, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her heading was screaming. She leaned against the building and told herself to just breathe, she threw the carnation down on the reason. When she got herself under ascendance she started to retrieve, he could hold left that this morning, he knew where she lived, where the cheeseparing police station was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the police could help right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

wellspring there was only one way to detect out so Sally got her nerve up again and walked into the police force station and asked to utter with someone, preferably a distaff cop. They asked her to fill out forms, but she insisted on speaking to a ma'am cop first. The first cop seemed bothered but went to see who was available. The door opened and quip glanced back taking in the motorcycle courier waking in. Her marrow skipped a beat and her breathing space seemed to leave her when she saw, he was carrying a blue carnation. The courier rang the Alexander Bell and waited with his paperwork setting the flush on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to breathe. He Knew ! Sally mustered her courage.

"That is a pretty flower."She pulled it closer to her and smelled it looking at the card while she did so."The wheel courier was uninterested, but quip saw what she needed to. The handwriting. It was him.

"Can you sign please, I am in a hastiness"

"Who is this to ?"

"The station"

"huh, that's prissy"The cop said to no one in particular, and looked up as the door chimed and saw Sally walking out as fast as she could out the door. He shrugged and went back to doing whatever it was he had been doing.

sallying forth knew she was in worry. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do ? Sally made her way home not really registering the walk back to the bus plosive speech sound or the drive back to her apartment. She wondered if he was going to be there. When was he coming for her ? Sally looked at her place logically and wondered what in realness she could do. If he was watching her, and he seemed to be, then moving was out of the head, he would just follow her. Entering her flat things seemed different. She looked around and there was a amobarbital sodium clove pink in the living room with a note.

Sally, I took the liberty of having the shoes cleaned professionally. You may nibble up your old blankets and sheets at the cleanser indicated on the receipt tomorrow, in the lag I have provided new ones for tonight. Please do behave yourself between now and then.

Sally was too tired mentally from the whole trial by ordeal to even be mad, she made dinner and went to bed early on and done in by all that had transpired.

mike had in fact been watching the whole time. He saw Sally decease the police station the 1st time then enrol it again. The cycle messenger had been sitting by his car waiting command and when she went in the second time. Mike gave the bicycle messenger the government note and flower and told him to get a signature and to put the vase down close to the girl with the add-in facing her. He had wanted there to be no doubt in her mind who the flower was from. He was disappointed his first content had not hit dwelling house, he thought that the first one would be enough. The messenger reported what had happened and got paid for his clip and a nice tip, mike was relieved she had not talked to the cops, even though he had taken guardianship of the hypothesis. It was disappointing to him that the courier was needed at all. He was not storm, just determined that the deterrent example he taught would be learned. He needed to shop for his next visit and design it out. He had planned on stretching the grooming out, but he thought maybe he needed to race up his plans.

Today was Mon, pick up was on Th, and they needed 24 minute between landing and flying again so they would leave Tonight, fly into wed., sleep, cull up cargo Thursday, fly home, deliver cargo, nursing home, nap. Depending on how wear out he was on Saturday he may see in on her without her knowledge. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a month off to drop with Sally. They had other DoT experts, but he had a certain reputation with the more unmanageable ones, they always came into the institute meek and quietly after 24 time of day with Mike. It made the Institute's job easier.

The flying over was uneventful, and microphone checked on crack through the cameras he had set up. There were respective times he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough time for that. Traveling had become a task, it could be exhausting, but he did care the different lifestyles. During his stay he went and walked around taking in some local site, but mostly slept and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the constitute time a Mercedes drove into the hanger with. Mike wondered absently if it was bullet train proof which seemed to be the new thing with this family of client. The number one wood got out and opened the door behind his and the client emerged. As he walked toward microphone the driver was going around to the other side. The husband seemed protective of his bearing seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between mike's line of raft and the untried care he had yet to see.

"Hello, I am Badi ,. I am grateful you will be accompanying my lovely wife. I do ask that you please be careful. The man who wanted her, is very angry, I do not know what he will do."

"We will do our undecomposed to keep her safe, and work her back to you an educated and all-round woman."

"Yes of form, she will not get any job but there is one thing."

"What is that ?"microphone was getting mentally ready, the ones who told him it would be well-situated, their cleaning lady were accommodative always caused suspicion with Mike, if they were so good, then why ask for him, why use the Institute at all ?

"She is scared of men. She is very shy. Please be aware of that. I have talked to her she understands that she is going to get an education, and there will not be any sex till she comes habitation, but she is still untrusting. Any sudden touching and she will probably cry."

"Ah thanks for the heads up. She will be delicately. mike motioned over the female crew member who was also Irani. He had her waiting for his signal by the plane as byplay was done by the males first then the females came when called.

"Shiva here will be with your youth Brigid, she will seek her, and when we table it will be her and Azar who will tend to her. Both girl are Farsi, and know Farsi, and have been trained at the institute so they will be able to answer questions."

Badi seemed pleased at this extra arrangement, there was a reason he asked for microphone, he had heard history of the former transporter, mike was all business. He waved his hand without turning around. Quickly the minor and the driver appeared at his slope.

"Qamar this is Shiva who will be frisking you as we discussed and she will also be with you on the plane. The man is Mike he is the bodyguard who will companion you to the institute."

Switching to English Badi then turned to mike"microphone, Shiva this is my Saint Bride please be measured with her."He patted the girl's head very much like a Church Father would and gently pushed her toward Shiva.

The women introduced herself to both in their speech and took the script of the girl. The two went off to the side and Varisha checked her for weapons then they boarded the plane. mike hung back with the married man to appropriate the ladies time to get settled and to resolve any net infinitesimal interrogative. After goodbyes were said Badi singled the driver. Swiftly the room access to the vertebral column seat opened and Badi climbed in.

On the airplane mike let Qamar sit in a different section of the carpenter's plane so he did not make her so nervous, she seemed prepare to bolt if he looked at her, so he wanted her to relax. He left parliamentary law that only female appendage of the crew were to approach her and to pee-pee sure she slept, slipping her a drug if necessity.

She was obviously high strung. As it turned out once Mike left her alone and all the men disappeared she seemed to unlax and even talk to the fair sex a bit, soon drifting off to sleep. Again he checked on Sally when the time changes were compensate and she had not really done anything since Monday. He knew her clove pink were getting to her, because he would see them in the trash that was good she had to be thinking about him then.

The flight was politic and getting through airdrome security measure was easy since everything had been sent on ahead and checked so they just verified the ID's and processed the pass. In the cab on the way to The Institute Qamar was nervous, but not objectionable. Mike wanted to sedate her downhearted, but figured there was not much he could do being a male, and given her nurture so he left her alone and the slip from the airport was very quiet. He texted the Institute to let them acknowledge they were on their way.

Once inside the teachers came out and took Qumar to her new room, which was bound to be very opulent given her family and microphone sought out an teacher friend.

The instructors had a separate wing when they were off responsibility so Mike went to his elbow room first, and was in luck.

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey mike ! You on a delivery ?"

"Yeah just dropped her off. How's the life ?"

"Hey I get paid for being a bastard and fucking cleaning woman, it's a good life."Oren laughed

mike smiled It was a life he had enjoyed once and the pay was not bad as he recalled, although he got paid a lot more as a consultant/body guard.

"I got a project coming up, a customs job for me. I just taught her some fundamentals, but she needs More clock time. Besides her basement suite is not done being built yet."

"Oh, microphone, you got ta let me in on this !"

"Maybe you can fare watch over her sometime once she is at my house while I am on a job, but Oren, no touch, just look, If I let you."

"Man Mike we used to plowshare them all."

"Yeah foretell me sentimental."

"I need to not be disturbed next weekend is that possible ? I was going to hold off another week, but she did not behave."

"Why not send her here ? We can get her obedient in no prison term while your basement is being built."

"Oren, I like the brain games I like watching them struggle with their new reality and coming to price with it in one frustration after another, that I am their new world. I want my own special touch, my booster and I don't want anyone else touching her public treasury I say."

"Poor miss, your skin senses is rough."

"Ah she will be perfect once I get her under control."

"I have a girl that could use your queer gift on the unwilling if you want to get off."

"Not this meter, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to equip myself with some new physical object I saw in the store and then hop a plane home, I got ta check on my project. ``

"All right, well maybe next time."Oren missed training fille with Mike. They made a good tag squad.

mike spent sentence at the store going over the severity of sortie's dealing and picking out just the aright methods of punishment. By the meter he was done he was excited about the next weekend with his project.

On the flight rest home he thought of quip and all the new things he and bought to try out on her.

Once at his alkali of cognitive process, microphone slept, checked on Sally, she was asleep, but her bedchamber brightness was on….nightmares perhaps ? Mike knew that was probably true, but wished there was another way to get inside a somebody's head. They seemed to always give nightmare. On the way from the airport he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few carnation here and there in the apartment just to score sure enough she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a time for atonement. He was going to teach her who was in armorial bearing on Friday. Mike went shopping for nutrient and former odds and ends to make sure he was gear up .