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 time that they had already met their dinner day of the month. That was my own little trick, at least it was funny in my head teacher. When I told Jill about it, I got a Brobdingnagian eyeroll and a shake of her head.

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

I stayed buttoned-down in my dress. I wore a little sleeved collared shirt and a pair of courteous denim. Jill wore a denim skirt and a cute blouse, that I wanted to take off her as it highlighted her beautiful shape.

We went to Heidi Longmire's home first. I decided to do that for base hit reasons. 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 cognise was available.

When we got to Heidi's house, I got out and went to the front room access. It was a skillful clean house. The railyard was mowed, and she had a cute little flowerbed against the look facing of the theatre. One thing I did notice was that she had no large trees. She had a couple of President George W. Bush but no large trees.

I rang the buzzer and heard her yell,"appreciation on, I'm coming,"she said. Of row, in my head, the trick of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the front of my stupid brain. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the door and the deadbolt before she opened the door.

When she did afford the forepart door, there stood before me a beautifully slight athletic cleaning woman. She was wearing a pair of wearing apparel jean and a nice blouse. In my head, I didn't know what was going on, but I wouldn't head seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a couple of bit to lock the social movement threshold 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 grab onto and we walk down her walkway to the limo. Fred has the door open and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in first then me. Since I wasn't trusted if Heidi knew my married woman or not, I did introductions.

"Jill, this is factor Heidi Longmire, but tonight she is just Heidi Longmire,"I say causing Jill to again give me an eye roll. However, it did get a giggle from Heidi. I thought to myself, ahh a new audience for my ridiculous 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 hump that I'll like this guy ?"She asks.

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

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

"Well, he has two optic, one olfactory organ, and a couple of lip,"I tell her as I see Jill's eyes roll again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might have seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two eyes you say ? That must make him limited. Any early features you care to share ?"She asks obviously playing along.

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

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

"Heidi, recite me, how surd is it for someone like yourself, a Fed Agent to find somebody to ingest a family relationship with ?"Jill asks.

"Well, it's bully. You start off just like every other meeting. You try to sidestep telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extremum or the other. Either they want to say you their Police connection, or for some reason, they hate the Law Enforcement bureau that you work for. Then you must go along an eye out that you're not being followed from the office to your home or your neighborhood,"Heidi tells us.

"I guess you can't just go to a bar and beak up individual for a one-night tie-up, can you ?"Jill asks.

"Sure, you can if your stupid person. You never know when you will run into someone that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can tell you that they will always blot you before you spot them. It does make things difficult, that's probably why so many agentive role day of the month and marry other agents,"she tells us.

"Would I be out of bounce to say your job can be a lonely 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 things are going these days, it only gets more difficult, which is why I chose to gamble on you asking me out. You are eminent visibility and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at least I'll get a meal paid for. The last date I ended up paying for the meal because his soon to be ex had canceled all his credit rating card game and emptied their money box account. It kind of puts a damper on what should take in been a nice eventide,"she says.

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

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

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

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

"St. Patrick, I would like to stick in you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would like to introduce you to Patrick Meyers"I say smiling.

I guess to take on along, St. Patrick reaches his bridge player out and shake Heidi's hand.

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

"OK, hombre here's the deal. I had intended to introduce you two before the wholly affair with first light happened. There was no way to avoid you guys meeting, so I just kept my mouth shut. We can end this rightfield 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 love that we'll hit it off ?"Patrick asks.

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

They look at each other, shrug their shoulder and proceeded to channelize to the limo. Saint Patrick must blockade and go back to the front man door to lock the top bolt ignition lock.

"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 dwelling house security St. David,"St. Patrick says to me.

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

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

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

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

"Go ahead,"

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

"well, I variety of rich person to since I married the shithead,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Patrick to laugh.

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

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

"Hot red cent, I love this berth. I haven't been quite a patch, but their solid food is wonderful. Heidi, what do you think of this place ?"He asks all smiles and full of Department of Energy, which made me breathe out 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.

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

I look at the textual matter message. It 's from Dakota"Plane ready for tomorrow for a trip 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 place tomorrow night, but very late.

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

The air hostess tells us that there's about a half minute wait for a table for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there happen to be four seats together at the bar. Patrick and I pull the prat out for the gentlewoman then we take the out of doors two tooshie. The barmaid, a long-haired brunette with lose weight eyebrows and green middle ask what we want for drinks and do we want an appetizer while we wait.

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

"How about just a dainty field glass of vino. Maybe a Cabernet ?"she says to him.

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

Saint Patrick orders a cabernet for Heidi and a dark beer for himself. I order a merlot for Jill and a coke for myself.

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

"No, not really,"I tell him.

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

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

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

"No, not really. I grew up a bit north of here in San Francisco. When I graduated high school school, I went to San Diego commonwealth University and then Law schoolhouse. I applied to the bureau in my last year of law school and was accepted,"she tells us.

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

"Yep, I grew up in a small town called San Marini. We lived in a small home on Lope Felix de Vega Carpio street. I screwed around in high gear school and graduated with a C+ norm. I really had no intentions of going to college. I took charge of all the cleansing in the house since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodwork, cabinetry mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an accounting firm. Since I did all the cleaning at our home, it was an well-situated leap to starting my own business, cleaning other citizenry's home plate,"Saint Patrick tells us.

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

"About 8 years now. Until the affair the other day, I was considering trying to expand the business towards Beverly Hills. You got me thinking about potential customer I'm leaving on the table since your base is the only when one that my company takes care of,"Patrick says to us.

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

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

"wild and crazy ? No, not at all. I had my sights set on where I wanted to be and thus, I kept my nose to the Quran. 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.

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

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

"Well, if she's military and you're a restaurant guy, how did you two assemble ? Did she make out into your eating house and it was love at first sight ?"He says to me.

"She was my trainer at the limo company,"I tell them, which gets a couple of odd facial expression from Patrick and Heidi.

"I took a job learning to be a chauffeur at Happy, Happee limousine and Jill was my flight simulator. Although I was dating individual else when we first met, it didn't postulate very long for Jill to have her way with me,"I say laughing. Jill gives the big eyeroll causing St. Patrick and Heidi to express joy. I get poked in the ribs for the joke.

Our little coaster buzzes telling us that our table is set up. We get up and channelise back to the hostess stand. I hand her the buzzing thing and she takes the four of us to a gracious table towards the backbone of the eatery's chief floor.

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

As the stewardess 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 air hostess stand.

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine. I order up another ice for the lady, another beer for Saint Patrick and another coke for myself. I also order an appetizer for the tabular array. It 's my usual cheesy stuffed mushroom-shaped cloud, I tell our node that it's one of the affair that I love about Longhorn. The waitress smiles at the starter purchase order and oral sex off.

Jill sees some kind of salmon salad at the tabular array succeeding to us and decides to order it. Heidi looks over at the Same table and decides to order it as well. Of row, Patrick and I are going to order steaks. I figure you don't go to a steakhouse and not Holy Order steaks, just seems wrong.

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

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

Patrick, being a gentleman, orders Heidi's dinner then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak with a baked white potato fully loaded, a house salad with ranch dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of parched potato soup which she says they make a rattling interpretation 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 baked potato soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak steak, medium rare, baked spud fully loaded and a salad with thousand islands dressing and extra tomato plant and no onions. We were all smiling when the waitress left the table with our order.

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

"Jill, would you like to order the narration, or own me do it ?"I ask her smiling.

"Oh, I'll let you tell the taradiddle, you seem to revel in it,"she tells the mesa, smiling the all time.

"St. Patrick and Heidi, on our 2nd night working together, one of the other number one wood's was in a atrocious traffic accident. We had longtime node arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the faithful limo to go foot up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the private jet area of the airport. We didn't have the proper car to pick them up and didn't have sufficiency metre to get to the office and swap automobile, so we just went to the airport. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up next to their jet and I jumped out and put their luggage into the trunk. I stood by the backwards doorway 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 stroke. I also apologized for not having the discipline vehicle for them and made the decisiveness to give them the military service for free. Jill asked if we needed to stop at a Walgreen's for Melanie Jaxson as she was nauseated from a storm that the jet flew through. We got them to their hotel. Bob Jaxson pulled me aside and told me that if I decide to move up in the world, he's got a position for person like me,"I tell them.

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

"hold a minute, 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 residual is history,"I tell them,

"Saint David, you said you were dating mortal 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 human relationship. We just broke it off. The very Night we broke it off, Jill was in an motorcar accident. She tried to call our boss, who didn't solution. She tried to visit a close friend, who also didn't answer. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at metropolis Hospital. I raced across townspeople to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what exam elbow room she was in. I ran through the hallways and outburst into the exam elbow room. There was the most beautiful, and pathetic looking woman I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the story. Of path, Jill was playfully shaking her straits no through half the story.

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

"fountainhead, they had her hopped up on pretty stark pain medication, what was it again high-priced, Morphine ?"I asked.

She just nodded her read/write 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 boot of a multinational company such as Jaxson, Inc. ?"

Jill answers first,"Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am grateful that my supporter has a unspoilt head for numbers. David pirated her away from a Mercedes dealership because they weren't treating her right field. Here she was selling David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to give her credit for selling one. She went on the mental test campaign with David and he made her a job crack. She didn't accept until she was sure that they were going to shaft her over and not give her the full perpetration,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to comment on our job at Jaxson Inc. a person tapped me on the shoulder joint from behind me. I turned to see Missy, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one dark a couple of hebdomad ago who stayed at the theater for three days.

"howdy, do you remember 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 take to explain.

"David, I got a new electric cell phone. Let me break you my new phone act, so when you have another party at your house, you can remember to invite me,"she says smiling. In my header, that wasn't too bad of a statement that I would take to explain.

She writes her phone numeral down on a node check, kisses me on the impudence and heads off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the whole time.

"Um, David, do random women just follow up to you and give way you their phone number and a osculation before trying to invite themselves to one of your parties ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill answers,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever think. He gets women pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a rock star and we just live in his globe,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a particular facial manifestation and then just variety of accept that answer.

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

"Heidi, Missy got invited to a party we had several calendar week ago by a friend of a friend thing. She had a corking time. We had various exclusive guys and I think she may feature collected just about every undivided guy's phone identification number at the company. She sent me a card a week or so later telling me it was one of the best party she had been to in a long, recollective time,"I tell Heidi.

"The liveliness of a CEO,"Saint Patrick says.

I see that we are finishing up with our dinner. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the empty scale off the table, I ask to see a sweet card. Patrick's middle light up, but the ladies seemed rather full.

I know that no matter how total Jill is, she's a sucker for the caramel apple stampede. Patrick asks Heidi if she would like to carve up their chocolate stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

I place the dessert society for Jill and I and Saint Patrick purchase order for Heidi and him.

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

"Geeze Jacques Louis 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. I dated a guy for a foresightful sentence, but he took a job in another city and well, we just haven't been in touch modality since he moved. What about you Patrick ?"she asks.

"Nope, no X. I too dated a woman for a spell and now we aren't geological dating because I spend too much metre trying to take aid of my customers,"he tells Heidi.

The waitress comes back to the mesa with our desserts. I see Jill's eyes light up seeing the caramel apple afters. As Jill and I get to parcel the dessert, I notice that Heidi and Patrick have basically forgotten about Jill and me and commence chatting and feeding each early. I am smiling from ear to ear, all the piece being poked in the rib by Jill.

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

After about 15 minute or so, the waitress delivers me the check. I put my credit placard on the top of the little book, and she takes the unhurt affair. Jill and I just sit there watching St. Patrick and Heidi be friendly but very close to being insinuate. 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 morning with Dakota.

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

"Well, again we have district coach in the restaurant grouping that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a total of thirty hours when they know that we expect them to act upon 45. I've reviewed all the electric potential promotes just in casing I end up cleaning the household,"I tell Jill.

"Do you bear to ride out overnight, or will you return tomorrow night ?"Jill asks.

"well, right now I'm expecting to come plate tomorrow night. I'll school text you or give birth Dakota telephone 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 petty conversation.

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

"No worries bozo, that's what this was all about. For you two to see under unstrain fate and maybe, just maybe you two would hit it off,"I say to them.

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

We all four get up from the tabular array and head out. When Fred sees us coming out of the restaurant, he brings the limo over to the strawman door. He stops the car, opens the backbone door and we all get in. At this point, the wine-coloured has taken ahold of the women as they are giggling and laughing.

"Are we through for the dark or would you roast like a nice slip down to the beach or along Sunset Strip ?"I ask.

"David, while this has been one of the best nights that I've had in quite a long fourth dimension, I do have work in the morning. So, unfortunately, I must call up it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to direct St. Patrick habitation first then we will drop off Heidi. I see them take their phones out and interchange phone Book of Numbers. Jill looks at me and grinning, my stupe design worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limousine heads towards St. Patrick's blank space. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm whispering in my ear to let her walk him to the movement room access.

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his front line door and they kiss. Not one of those I'm going to fuck your brains out kiss, but a nice adult end of the evening first date candy kiss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

Heidi walks pensively down the paseo to the limousine, where Fred has the door overt 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, David, this has been a wonderful even. I think that Patrick and I are going to try and maybe meet for a recent coffee or a dessert one night this hebdomad,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the computer mouse. I am so very happy that my stupid plan worked and two people 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 Patrick become proficient admirer or perdition fan, then David will give a story about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned,"she says laughing the whole fourth dimension she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently happy my piddling design worked.

When we got to Heidi's house, Fred holds the threshold open for Heidi. I get another kiss on the face as she's getting out of the limousine. Jill and I watch her paseo to her movement door where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the threshold and gets in the driver's seat to require us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the necessary buttons to open the logic gate, He stops the car by the front door and Lashkar-e-Taiba Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the court and heads back towards the limo return for the car. I figure that Fred has about one Thomas More hour of work. He'll return the limo, get in his Mustang and get it over here and park it in the garage with everyone else's vehicle.

Jill and I go inside. We see respective people either in the kitchen or in the TV way. They all ask Jill how the non-date date went. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a commodity match. She kisses me and tells 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 span do my darling,"I say to her.

I see Dakota sitting in another of my T. H. White tee shirts. I lean over her, kiss her on the cheek and tell her that I figure we should leave about 11 or so to point to the airport. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is ready. I kiss her again and tell her good nighttime. Jill and I head down the hallway to our bedroom.

I pull my back pack out to take with me just in case. I also put a duo of shorts and a tee shirt in the backpack.

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

CHAPTER 3

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

Once I was through with the shower, I went and got dressed. I grabbed my earphone off the courser, grabbed my pocketbook, and my keys.

I was kind of excited as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the sleeping room to the kitchen. most of the dawning 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 noblewoman'headway toward their vehicle, the kitchen thins out. Dakota pours me a glass of pineapple juice and kisses me before she sits down with her cup of coffee.

I see that mortal left the TV on and I hear that the atmospheric condition in Seattle will be rainy. I remind Dakota to be sure enough to make for her cute raincoat and her skid substantiation shoes. She tells me that she already has them next to her overnight bag at the front door. She gets up and saunter 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 begin to get hard. She feels me and wiggles her ass a little more.

In my head, I figure since the escape time is a duo of hours, her and I will probably play a bit in the jet.

As John finishes his cereal, he gathers his own knapsack and pass towards his truck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking John to slow down as she wants to get a cup of coffee to aim with her. He just laughs and says he'll time lag in the hand truck for her precious ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how very much toilet has matured over the by few months and I think that he needs a new undertaking to work on, however, I'm not sure what the set aside project might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID verification labor. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the towers that we bought back to good shape. Paula is working on keeping the three limo companies running smoothly. Donna has the call center firing on all cylinders. BJ is helping Jill on their Malcolm stock conversion project. Danni is handling the front reception area just fine now that she is getting a lunch break. Tina and her Mom in Phoenix are feeding me good intel on the two buildings that we have bought down there. And, of course, Dakota is being the best help possible. Amy is running the home and keeping things in check. The two chefs are making everyone well-chosen with their top-quality cooking. The smut twins and the CG boy are doing a nice job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a devil, trying to continue thing going in the porno industriousness. Belinda is now seeing someone in the manufacture and that is fine with me. Yet, I have no idea what to do with John Lackland. He does everything that I ask him to do, yet it just seems in my forefront that he could be doing something more.

Watching the aurora TV, I see that the shot of the Mexican Drug Cartel is still in the news cycle.

I looked at my cellular phone and saw that I missed a textual matter content from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a wondrous evening and said that she and Patrick have a coffee date in a duad of nights. This made me smile. I texted her back that I was well-chosen that they both hit it off well.

I headed back down the hallway to get a phone 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 limo to need you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to pick me up a muffuletta from that howling Italian restaurant,"she tells me.

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

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

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limousine. Once again, Fred stood with the back door open. I tossed our purse into the trunk and got into the spinal column. Dakota came out and before she got into the limousine, she kissed Fred on the buttock.

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 face and sat right next to me. Since she was in her usual position, following to me, I felt her hand on my cock almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get laborious with her mitt stroking me. In just moments, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably slow traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and fish out my now hard rooster. Her rim and mouth surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the ray of light and school principal of my manhood. I gently put my mitt on the cover of her head. She swallowed me as she has done many multiplication before. I just laid my head back on the butt as she bobbed her head up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her body up to be sideways on the limousine tail. I gently pulled her drawers aside to expose her moist pussy. Inserting two fingerbreadth into her, I could feel her sass tighten around my hammer swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two fingers inside of her twat, I used my pollex to rub slight circles on her clit. This made her groan on my cock. I thrust it as deep into her mouth as I could get. She swallowed my humanity as far as she could take it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her throat. She kept bobbing her head up and down. As I kept pushing my finger into her pussycat with foolhardy wildness, she began moaning to a greater extent and more on my humanity. I felt her getting wetter and surfactant. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

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

She swallows my cock once again, but not until I feel her delicious pussy spasm around my handwriting again. As her body does this, I feel my own torso approaching its orgasmic vizor,"GAWD tinker's dam DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a congius of my man juice into her accepting backtalk. I pull my manus from her puss and bat the tasty orgasmic succus off it.

She just smiles at me and snuggles her header into my chest as the limo keeps moving towards the airport. Soon, Fred puts the secrecy sectionalisation down a match of inches to let us have intercourse 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 trunk first. I take both pocketbook and put four $ 100 bills into his shirt pocket, even though he tries to politely decline 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 steps into the jet, and I follow her. I stow the two bags in the viewgraph compartment, and we settle down onto the sofa.

The scuttle door last and the co-pilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the track. Dakota sheds her precious fiddling shorts 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 manhood 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 blossom. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronc. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the couch thrusting my cock as deep into her as I could get. I put her humble ankle over my shoulder essentially bending her in half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her pussy splashing my cock and balls over and over again.

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

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

As we finish cumming with each other, Dakota and I uncouple. She pulls her cute shorts back on and I pull my pants back up. She snuggles into my chest. I begin kissing her and she responds. I stretch out on the sofa and she lays on top of me, just wrapping her arms around me and pulling herself tightly into my torso. 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 project 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 expect what you need. Let him treat you. I will be available to him, via telephone at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your assistant for a whole week. This will give us a good 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 solvent. I know that I'm going to fuck her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my tool hardening once again.

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

"fountainhead, I'll probably be thinking of my pa the entire workweek. Who knows, I may even show up at the hawk just to take reward of my pop in his billet, one never knows how my thinker works,"she says to me before we again kiss each other passionately.

I feel her delicious little hands shedding my pants once again. She sheds all her clothes this sentence and spins around putting her tasty pussy over my waiting back talk. I begin to lick and draw her pussy swallowing every drop of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, sup my hard peter.

As I'm drubbing and sucking her pussy, I move deeper and take up drubbing and sucking on her whoreson. I thrust my clapper into her as deeply as I can make it go. She roars with another climax blasting through her body. I sit up and take out her around to look away from me. I spread her ass cheeks and stuff my manhood into her anal enclosed space. She moans as we begin to push up up and down on each other. Her body is splashing my genital organ with her womanly succus. 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 small lithe torso onto my cock over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my genital organ with her pussy juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a while. The airplane pilot comes onto the utterer and lets us know that we are just a few minutes from landing. I hear the landing place gear lock into billet. Dakota and I uncouple and begin to clean house ourselves off with the towels that we have in the overhead storage locker towards the backbone of the plane.

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

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

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet take a downward slant as we approach the rails. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her arms around me as the rack touch the sidewalk of the rail.

"Daddy, maybe we can find somebody to play with for the drive home plate,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a good musical theme, but I probably could receive dialed up missy to take the misstep with us. But we'll see how thing play out.

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

Once we are parked, the co-pilot opens the hatch and extends the stairs down to the dry land. I grab both of our bags and comply my darling Dakota down the whole step to the limo. The device driver takes the bags puts them in the trunk as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I hand the device driver the initiatory district spot that I want to chaffer. She thanks me for having an address ready and she heads towards the territorial dominion billet.

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 threshold to the district authority. Dakota and I get out of the limo, each with our rain attire on, plus she has her cute non-slick pelting boots on making her looking cute.

We walk to the front threshold of the district position. I open the doorway and let Dakota step inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she take a derriere. I begin to take the air through the room, without anyone even saying a word to me. When I get to the back of the room, I ask a nice looking lady if there is anyone that I could speak to. She asks me what it would be about.

"well, I just walked through the intact 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 duo of guy rope chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

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

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

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

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

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

"Read the whole calling card,"I tell him.

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

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

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

"Can you put together all the district manager 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 collect all the district managers in a group discussion room,"I tell him.

He decides to squall it across the room,"Everyone, all the territorial dominion managing director are to head into a conference way right now please,"I hear whispers of ‘ what's going on'? and ‘ Who's this guy ?'

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

I stride into the group discussion room ; Dakota follows me and she sits in a chairwoman in the corner with her assistant 's notebook out.

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

I get pretty often unison in a positive head nod.

"wellspring, at least I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the important issues. We are a eatery radical. Which means that we work when our customers are not working. Does everyone interpret that ?"I ask.

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

"How many hours a calendar week do you each work ?"I ask.

secrecy in the room.

"Would you say that you work the take 45 hour a hebdomad ?"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 up your timecards and all of you come into employment about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That's a total of 6 hour per day times 5 twenty-four hour period a week equals 30 hours,"I tell all of them. I see stunned silence since I included that I had paysheet pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your secretiveness, that you don't disagree with my math. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will issue forth into the power at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an hour for tiffin. You are not allowed to leave at 4:30 pm and call that last hour your lunch. I also, expect each of you to work one Saturday a month. In lieu of the Saturday, you will get Tuesday off. gentlewoman and gentlemen, we will work for a living and we will be uncommitted to your general managers. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 60 minutes a week, then you might want to go on this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

"I have seen a continual declension in our overall performance. Can anyone explain to me why all of our act 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 board says to me.

"Please explicate,"I say to him.

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

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

"I'm Ralph Robert Tyre Jones. I've been a district manager for about 3 months,"he says to me.

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

"Well, my district sales are flat to last yr, however, we have two restaurants that are in a Department of State of excitement as they are brusk staffed with at least two key direction mass missing. We also have one of those restaurant, in a roadwork field. 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 weeks ago. Also, we have two restaurants, that are severely understaffed, and I have put an ad in the newspaper and on the topical anesthetic job board sites. We need at to the lowest degree a dozen cable cooks and host in those two restaurants,"he tells me. I'm really impressed with this guy. He knows where his district's numeral are and is leave to talk openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Casey Jones'district numbers.

"Mr. John Luther Jones, I also see that your guest handicap average is the high in the grocery store. Your managers have more incumbency than anyone else in the grocery. You came through the system starting as a line of credit James Cook and are now a territory manager, being the general Manager of the class last twelvemonth. You are well liked by your managers and they tell me in the quarterly survey that when you step into the restaurant, you will jump in where needed to help the staff,"I say to him, in front of the other territorial dominion managing director.

Once again, there is silence. I point to person else and ask the same question,"What are your territory's numbers ?"

"Um, they're OK. zilch extra. I have a couple of undecomposed eatery, and a couple of restaurants that need some help, But we'll get better with prison term,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"Dean McMillian,"he tells me.

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

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

"Energy Department anyone else have any data about their district ?"I ask the elbow room.

No one says a word.

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

Two sets of keys are tossed into the middle of the board and two cat stand up and set about to take the air out.

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

"Anyone else want to toss their headstone into the nerve centre of the table,"I say. However, I see another two guys 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 days,"he says as he tosses his Florida key into the center of the table and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just continue on stepping out the front line door.

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The room is silent.

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

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

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

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

"No, I'm not kidding. Are you three willing to withdraw on the three districts that have just come clear ?"I ask again.

They look at each early and nod their heads yes.

"OK, well, here's the new rules. Your workplace schedule will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five days a week. However, one Saturday a calendar month, you will work that Sat and claim Tuesday off instead,"I tell the three ladies.

"You will work 45 hour a hebdomad, at a minimum. You should know your figure at any time of the day or night. You should hold your managing director being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a managing director tree in my back yard, so it is up to you to restrain your eating place fully stocked with manager,"I tell them.

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

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

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limo, I hand the chauffeur another slip of paper. This one is an speech for a territory power outside of the city of Seattle, in a Town called Kirkland. It is a suburb of Seattle. The slip from the world-class dominion 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 decent Young lady, about college age stops me at the movement door and ask whom I'm here to see. I deal her my business lineup. She gets up and heads over to a gentleman at a desk only a couple of rows back from her. She hands him my patronage circuit card. He gets up and adjusts his attire before he comes over to me.

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

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

The gentleman nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to head up to a conference room in the middle of the back wall.

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

"Hello everyone, as you probably have heard, I'm Saint David Graham Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I thought I would give up in to say hello and ask if things are going well,"I say to them.

No one speaks.

I point to a young lady and ask her name and her turn for her district.

"My name is rosita Gonzalez. I've been a district manager for just over a class, however, I've been working here for about 6 years now. My district is doing OK. We are having great guest check averages. Our coach have been in seat for at to the lowest degree one twelvemonth or foresighted. We are fully staffed at the restaurants, however, a couplet of the restaurants need some physical hangout, such as booth seats and flooring in a duad of spots. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to micturate it more convenient to the carryout orders as we are all over the place. The staffs all work hard and only one of our units is having an issue with roadwork in their orbit, causing issue with parking and accessibility,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her dominion's numbers up and she is flop on with all the information. I see that the last health department review mentioned the split booth seats, which I promise to help her get fixed.

I announce my new program for the territorial dominion managers agenda. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hours already, which makes me happy. The only real change is to add the one Sat a month and accept them admit the following Tues instead. No one seems to out of office about it. I am happy with the solution of this dominion. I thank them and exit the district office.

I tell the chauffeur to head back to the jet, which she heads towards. The effort 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 gradation 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 hand closed. We take our bags up the stairs and into the plane. She starts the limo and drives off.

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

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

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

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

The flight of stairs home base was uneventful. Dakota slept on my chest almost the full trip. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limo. We grabbed our grip and walked down the steps. Fred took both of our handbag and put them into the torso. He closed the door behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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