The Chauffeur ( # 43 ) Fighting binding

BY PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Waking up with a freshen up Jill was a delightful way to open up my eyes. For the first tie in a foresighted spell, Dakota did not sleep in my bed. I got up and headed towards the lav for my cockcrow ritual. I shaved and I showered.

Once I was through, I went back out to the bedroom where my darling wife was still sleeping. I put on clothes to head towards the Hawk today as my 24 hour of staying at the Chateau is now over.

I unplug my sound, catch my wallet and Francis Scott Key and a couple of shoes and socks. I quietly leave the bedchamber and principal towards the kitchen. Once I'm in the kitchen, Dakota and John are already there. John the Evangelist, of path, is eating a bowl of cereal grass. Dakota, my Darling, is sitting quietly having a cup of coffee.

Bobby and Sammy ask if I want testicle or something else for breakfast. I agree eggs sound good. They begin to attain me several scrambled eggs with bacon and some fried potatoes. John finishes his roll of cereal and asks for some eggs as well.

Both St. John and Dakota are dressed for workplace. Slowly, people file out into the kitchen area. I hear what sounds like rain. I look out the social movement Windows and see that it is pouring hard. I think to myself ; do I point to crop today or stick around here at the Chateau ? My mind leans towards heading to the Hawk.

Over the next half time of day or so, people come out to the kitchen. Bobby and Sammy offer them breakfast. Most of them take the go. I check the fourth dimension and head back down to the bedroom to relieve oneself sure she is awake and beginning to get ready for work. When I open the bedchamber doorway, there sits my gorgeous married woman doing her hair at her composition table. I sneak up behind her and kiss her from behind. She moans as I put my arms around her from nates.

I kiss her again and point back out towards the kitchen once again. I realize that I still don't have my laptop, nor does Jill have her tower. I think about using computers at the office.

Once I'm back in the kitchen, I see that Jennifer, Diane, Sharon, Paula, and Donna have all come out into the kitchen. Three of them are eating some eggs and Baron Verulam from the chefs.

"Hey guys, could we have a nice pork barrel roast for dinner tonight ? Maybe fresh made mashed white potato and either some cultivated carrot or green bean plant along with one of your delicious Caesar salads. Is that potential ?"I ask.

"No David, we don't make anything like that. Maybe we will have some beefburger from Red Turdus migratorius delivered…. ha, ha, ha,"Sammy says to me causing me to laugh a bit with his sarcasm.

BJ and Danni are both dressed wonderfully. I think to myself that we need to make believe sure that we are rotating a couple of the people from the hawk to ensure that Danni gets a lunchtime.

Noticing the time once again, I suggest that we should start heading towards the vehicle in the service department and thrust to work. Paula and Donna both get into their fomite. St. John the Apostle unlocks the garage doorway by removing the snap ring from the track.

Dakota, Sharon, and I get into Dakota's BMW. Saint John, Jennifer, and Diane all get into John's hand truck. Jill, BJ, and Danni all get into Jill's Mercedes. All five fomite leave the garage and pass through the face gate to channelise towards work.

We are all driving carefully as we haven't had hard rainfall in quite a patch. In fact, it probably has been 6 or 7 calendar week since we have had any rain at all. When we get to the Hawk, we all find a parking spot on the second story. Once parked, we walk across the walkway into the building. We all say hello/good morning to the security safety and get on the lift to head up to the top floor.

Once I am there, we all get off the lift. Sharon, Danni, Jennifer, and Diane all head to their desks. I head to my own desk as well. Jill and BJ head into one of the conference rooms to have room to propagate out their paperwork. We all begin to dig into our line of work. I open my computer to match the workplace emails once again. As I scan the electronic mail, I don't see any threatening emails this time. I check with Jill and she doesn't have any shady electronic mail either.

I begin my usual categorisation of emails. I scan them and incur one from Rob, the IT guy. He discusses thing that his mathematical group think need to be addressed regarding our computer organization. He suggests that we put some new servers into play. He also suggests that we upgrade directly from Microsoft the security program to protect our company. His business trace make a whole lot of gumption and I give him the enterprise to work the alteration. However, I ask if we should continue his chemical group on stave, so he isn't overloaded with projects. I figure that I'll get a reply either later today or tomorrow.

I begin to go through the ‘ read-only'emails, indication and deleting them. I hear Jill swear a bit coming from her group discussion elbow room. BJ is apologizing and heading to the printer to get whatever Jill sent there. In my head, it seems as if BJ is doing quite well for Jill.

As I get back to my desk, I see the clock on my computer tell me that it is nearly 11 am. I think to myself that we probably need to edict dejeuner to be delivered since it is still raining. As I'm looking over the restaurant menu's online, Danni comes to my office doorway and narrate me that there is someone here who would like to speak to me. I get up and follow her backbone to the response area. As I approach the area, I see a Los Angeles Policeman.

"Hello, I'm David Henry Graham Greene. I understand that you wanted to see me ?"I say to the officer.

"Yes, sir. I'm Officer Jesse James Bernard Arthur Owen Williams. I need you to come with me,"he tells me. I'm completely lost."Let me get my assistant,"I tell him. He lets me make out that he needs only me and not any of my assistants. He has me wondering what is going on and I get my raincoat and we head out. I tell Danni to let Dakota and Jill know that I have left with military officer Williams. She assures me that she will let both of them know.

Officer Williams and I head down to the s level. We take the crossover to the parking garage. I say hello again to the security guard as we head over to the garage. Once I'm in the garage, I see his squad car. He unlocks it and we both get into the front seats. He turns his computer on its incline and slides it down towards the story. I strap into the seatbelt and off we head.

"officer Williams, where are we headed ?"I ask.

"To a offense scenery Mr. Greene. Your presence is requested by our police detective,"he tells me. I'm at a entire red ink. However, as we head across town, the alphabetic character that I passed along to agent Longmire comes to my mind. Did the Mexican Drug combine get to individual that I know ? I'm not sure whom it might be as everyone was accounted for shoemaker's last night. As we turn the corner, I know who it is. He parks in battlefront of the sign. We both get out and head up up to the front door. I meet Detective Saint James the Apostle. He tells me that he requested me to come to this offense scene.

investigator James I carefully takes me inside the house. I take a couple of footprint inside and stop. The aliveness room is covered with blood everywhere. There is profligate spray on the far wall, there is blood on the living elbow room lounge and all over the coffee table with a large syndicate of lineage at the ft of the person who is underneath the sheet.

"How long has she been dead ?"I ask.

"About 12 hr. I'm assuming that you know who is underneath the sheet,"the detective says to me.

He takes a box of the sheet and pulls it back. I'm stunned, so much so, I head outside to puke my backbone out. I lean over the railing on the front whole step to barf into the planter next to the forepart steps.

detective Williams stands behind me watching me barf my guts out. I have never seen anything so violent ever before in my entire spirit."This is an old girlfriend who left my planetary house yesterday. We had a engagement. I asked her to leave. My assistant called a cab to bring her home. Are there any attestant ?"I ask.

"Mr. Greene, do you know who this is ?"he asks me.

"Yes. It's sunrise. Her company just started working for me cleaning my home. Has anyone contacted her boss, Saint Patrick ?"I ask.

"Yes, he's on his way. Another officer is bringing him,"the investigator tells me.

"Detective, have you been in contact lens with Agent Longmire of the FBI ? She has been chasing a Mexican Drug Cartel who has been threatening to murder somebody that I know. I gave her a DVD of my house for the retiring 24 hours yesterday. I also gave her a missive that I received threatening to do this,"I tell him. He pulls out his little notepad and begins to name notes. He asks me for contact information for Agent Longmire. I call up her physical contact info on my cubicle sound and hired man the phone to the detective.

"Thank you, Mr. Henry Graham Greene. I need you to detain around for a few proceedings. I have a few interrogative sentence for you,"he tells me.

I sit down on the front steps. My belly is still real queasy. I don't eff how lots time has passed before another police force vehicle arrives. Saint Patrick gets out of the car and diaphragm. He knows the house as well and doesn't take a step towards the sign. He, instead just stands leaning against the police vehicle. I look at him, trying my right not to cry as my psyche keeps flashing back to the violence that I saw inside.

Patrick comes over to me and sits down on the steps as well. The rainfall is coming down on both of us.

"Is it Aurora ?"he asks.

"Yes, it is. You don't want to go inside. It's possibly the most tearing affair that I have ever seen. I can't believe that this has happened. Patrick, I'm so sorry. I'm sure she was murdered because of me,"I tell him. He just shakes his head teacher telling me that it's not my fault. She should give been safe inside her own home, which obviously she wasn't.

We both just sit on the steps staring out to the street and the issue of law machine that are parked there. I see a news van pull up and get out with a cinematographer and a newsperson. The uniform constabulary stop them at the street and start out answering their questions. I see the cameraman do a sweep of the nominal head of the house. I bow my head and look down at the land. Saint Patrick gets up and capitulum towards the intelligence reporters asking them to stop taking pictures of his admirer who was murdered. The reporter tried to ask several head only for St. Patrick to ferment and walk away from them.

Patrick comes back over to me and sits down future to me on the tone."You were saying that you believe that you caused this to hap to Aurora. What makes you believe that ?"he asks me.

"I received a letter yesterday threatening my group that someone I know will be murdered. I never in my uncivilized pipe dream believed it would be Aurora,"I tell him

"David, you're not to blame. Whoever did this is the person to blame,"he tells me. I'm quite ingrain that he is so calm air, but then again, he hasn't seen the inside and the ugly way things are.

The Detective spends another yoke of hours asking both Saint Patrick and me interrogative. We answered all of his questions. However, before the tec let us go, factor Longmire showed up. She spent several minute of arc chatting with the Detective. Once they finished their conversation, she came over to see me and Patrick.

"Patrick, this is agent Longmire. federal agent, this is St. Patrick. This is the someone that I was asking both of you to come with my married woman and me to dinner,"I tell both.

"Mr. Patrick, I'm sorry that we met under these circumstances. Also, I'm sorry for your loss,"she tells him. She flips undefended her notepad and begins asking me questions. I, of course, want her to find these scum-bags and take in them out of the picture. She keeps her composure but continues to ask me questions. Once she is finished asking question, she offers both Patrick and me a ride back to where the Police picked us up from.

Patrick and I got into her vehicle. She headed back to the point where the Police picked us up. She dropped off Saint Patrick first, then took me back to the Hawk. I asked if she could join me for lunch, she agreed. I directed her to the Nice Italian stead that Fred introduced us to.

When Agent Longmire and I went inside, the owner came right over and asked if Fred and the rest of my group would be joining us. I let him have intercourse that it would just be the two of us. He hugged Agent Longmire, which I believe that she was completely surprised by that.

He sat us at a table and brought over the usual basket of garlic bread."David, how did you know that I love garlic bread ?"the Agent asks me.

"Um, I didn't. They have great garlic moolah here and the possessor brings a basket of it over to my table all the meter,"I tell her.

We had a nice meal. factor Longmire ordered Chicken Parmesan on a bed of spaghetti attic. I offered to order her a ice of Chianti, but she declined saying that she was working. She ordered a looking glass of diet coke instead. I ordered my usual, spaghetti with meat sauce and a span of meatballs. We sat and had a delightful lunch. When it was all over, I paid the lunch bill, but agentive role Longmire tried to grab the bill, but I was just a tint quicker. This caused both of us to laugh a bit.

She told me that she thought Patrick was a very well-favoured man and is interested in going out to dinner with him and Jill and me. This made me very happy to hear that such a violent act did not dissuade her from wanting to go out with Patrick.

As we finished our meal, we headed towards the front room access to go forth. Oddly enough, factor Longmire clutched my elbow as we left. This made me sense much better about her.

It was about 20 minutes to get me back to the war hawk. She dropped me off at the front door, street level and wished me a good rest of the day. I went inside and up to the top via the lift. Once I got to the top, I was met by Dakota. She asked what went on with the police force. I let her and everyone else know that aurora has been murdered. Several of the gentlewoman, such as Jennifer and Sharon were shocked by the news.

I went inside of the conference room to let BJ and Jill know. BJ was stunned. Jill didn't seem that daunted, but then again, she's a Marine.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with me working on my electronic computer reading the ‘ read-only'emails and deleting them as they are read.

CHAPTER 2

As the working day came to an end, I saw that it was near 4:30 pm. I called it to be the end of the day for everyone. I saw people turning off their computers and putting on their raincoats.

I stood by the elevator doors. Dakota and John both came over to me asking what had happened with the Police. I told him that we would throw that discussion back at the Chateau. He didn't ask another Son ; he just stood a few substructure away from me waiting for the elevator.

As everyone finished up, the group of citizenry by the lift grew. When the chime finally dinged and the door opened, I let everyone on and stood there just thinking. I suggested that they go ahead down and send the elevator car back up for me and Dakota.

She took my hand and silently held it as we waited for the lift to yield. It dawned on me that I have no idea what everyone had for lunch.

"Dakota pet, what did you all have for dejeuner ?"I asked.

"jimmy lav's sandwiches. We also ordered a dyad of salads but most everyone ordered a sub. Why, what did you have for lunch ?"she asked me.

"Agent Longmire and I went to Fred's Italian restaurant,"I tell her.

"federal agent Longmire, eh ? Should we expect her to usher up at the theatre tonight for some playtime ?"Dakota asks but is smiling the unit time.

"No smarty-pants. We just had lunch. However, I saw something that caused me to cast my moxie out. The Mexican Drug Cartel got to Aurora. They murdered her very violently. There was blood everywhere. I've never seen so a great deal blood in my entire life. It was frightful,"I say to her. She knows that I'm quite rattled about dawn. She doesn't say a give-and-take, she just stands there next to me, holding my hand. When the elevator door ding and opens we both step on and ride it down to the 2nd floor.

At the second base, we get off and take the crossover to the parking garage. Sharon and Jennifer are both waiting by Dakota's car for her and me.

We all get into Dakota's BMW and head teacher back towards the Chateau. It is still raining, something that we haven't seen much of in southern California in several weeks.

I text Amy asking her if the chefs made the pork roast that I asked for this morning. She told me that Red Robin burgers were waiting for me to get to the house. Then she texted back that she was just kidding me. I sent her a LOL as Dakota was driving through this crazy weather. Clearly, multitude had forgotten how to force back in the rain as we had various people run traffic brightness level and slide into the intersection. Which caused me to tighten my seatbelt.

All I could recollect about was the horrible scene of cockcrow's body underneath that sheet. What I remember seeing was her throat cut from ear to ear. Several twinge wounds and a bullet hole in her forehead with the pedigree covering her face. It just kept haunting me.

In my heading, I couldn't think of how to fix whoever did this pay. When we pull into the courtyard, I begin to invent a plan on fighting back against our ‘ friends'the Mexican Drug Cartel.

As Dakota pulls into the service department, I see bathroom's hand truck already parked in there. Yet, I don't see Jill's car just yet. I text BJ and ask if they are close to the house. I get a response from BJ that they are about 5 minutes away. As we pull into the garage, I just sit in the straw man stern thinking about dawning. I want to fight back, but I'm not sure just how to draw close it. Dakota puts her hand on my left knee, I look at her thanking God that it wasn't her nor Jill.

It dawns on me that I should use my new PR soul to accost the murder of dawning. Let the military press push the constabulary and the detectives to speak to sunrise's death. As I hear the garage door spread out and see Jill's car enter the garage, I decide to get out of Dakota's car and caput inside. I stand by the door to the sign of the zodiac and waiting for Jill to connect me.

Once we are all gathered in the garage, I hold the door open for all the ladies. Each one gives me a kiss as they go inside.

We all end up in the kitchen, Bobby tells me that dinner party will be ready in about 15 minutes, so if I wanted to take a agile shower, I had enough fourth dimension to do so. I think about it for a moment but decide not to go pick out a shower.

My earpiece bombination. It's agent Longmire.

"how-do-you-do Agent, why are you giving me a phone call ? Are you asking if you can come in over for dinner ?"I ask chuckling a bit.

"No, smarty pants. I just spoke to Patrick. He said he's still in for the dinner if you are still uncoerced,"she says to me.

"Of course, I'm still in. Is there a Nox that works for both you and Patrick ?"I ask.

"How about tomorrow night, both Patrick and I seem to have an opening on our docket. Where should we meet you and your wife ?"she asks.

"At your front man door,"I tell her.

"Huh ? I don't understand,"she says.

"It means that I'm sending a car to find fault you up,"I tell her.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I'll be well-chosen to drive,"she tells me. However, I won't hear of it, so I tell her that I'm sending a car for her tomorrow night. She relents and agrees to be picked up.

Agent Longmire tells me that she'll be by tomorrow to the war hawk to fetch me both my laptop and Jill's tower. I thank her and we end the phone call.

The chefs have dinner ready. John makes a plate for Diane, that included some salad. He also made himself a dental plate.

As everyone has a photographic plate of food in battlefront of them, I stand to tell what has gone on today with the police.

"OK, everyone, may I throw your attention for just a brace of minutes. bathroom, will you delight go get the pool household group ?"I ask.

John gets up and pass out to the pool mansion. He knocks on the door and brings them into the house. They come inside and draw themselves a dinner plate. I send Dakota to get Mom and Fred.

When they come out to the dining room, I decide that I need to let everyone fuck what happened today.

"I need to state everyone what the Police picked me up for today. They took me to sunrise's house. I found her murdered. Her throat was slit from ear to ear. She had multiple dig wounds all over her body plus she had one single gunshot wound in the pith of her forehead. There was lineage everywhere. I have never seen such a gruesome state of affairs. It made me go away and rat my guts out. I now know whom they went after, someone that I mistakenly kicked out of our household yesterday,"

"What do we do then ?"Jennifer asks.

"I don't know. But I do know that we need to see each other's backs. If you have a carry licence, please have on your weapon. If you don't have a carry permit, then please stay with mortal who does have one. I don't want anyone here hurt, am I clear about this ?"I ask.

I hear various yeses. I care for all my group and haven't decided how to fight back. This drug cartel needs an ass-kicking. I decide to put a margin call into Special Agent Fernandez.

"Mr. Greene, how are you ? Agent Longmire tells me that you had a bumpy day,"he says to me.

"Jose, I want to suffer them. I want to subscribe the fighting to these shitheads. They murdered someone and did it in a horrible style. How do I need the battle to them ?"I ask.

"Do you really want to do that ?"he asks.

"Yes, so very much so,"I tell him.

"Then here's what we're going to do. I have it on good information, that we know where their main hideout is located. They also have about a XII pocket-size places that they gillyflower weapon and people to push. give care to go after them ?"Fernandez asks me.

"Abso-fucking-lutely Now it's time to take the competitiveness to them,"I say to Fernandez.

"well, alright then. Put your 5 near shots together, I'll be by to pick you all up in about a one-half an hour,"he says to me.

I tap John, Dakota, Jill, Donna, and both the CG boys. I tell the boys to get their rifles, as they will be helping us take down some of the Mexican Drug Cartel. I explain that they will be taking key positions to have the vertebral column of the group. I explain that they need to wreak lots of their .50 caliber ammo. They should also work their orbit. I expect them to take a position that is high and able to hurt them when we are attacked, which we will be.

I put tactical waistcoat on the rest of the others. Everyone going has multiple ammunition cartridge clip. Just as expected, Fernandez shows up with a large dark Chevy Suburban. King John follows with his truck and both CG boys. We drive across township and meet up with about 40 FBI agents. I pick out a rooftop and institutionalize the CG boys to the rooftop to hold a sniper's position.

As they climb the out of doors steel firing ravel, they reach the rooftop in just a couple of minutes. They focus their orbit and lay out several clips of ammunition. They text that they are make to do some damage.

John and Donna drive a placement at their side entrance. Jill, Dakota and I take a billet at their front man door. About 20 agents are with us at the front man door, another 10 agents are with John the Evangelist at the face door, and the rest of the broker along with Agent Longmire take a position at the back door. Special Agent Fernandez calls on his headset.

"We go in 3-2-1…attack,"he gives the instruction to attack the Drug Cartel.

St. John the Apostle and the agents with him kick in the side of meat room access, shooting everything that they see holding a gun. I kick in the nominal head door and begin shooting everyone that I see inside, along with the 20 or so federal agent that enter with me. Dakota takes a defensive position outside so if any prowler past us she will study them down.

Several federal agent kick in the punt door. Lots of gunfire there, a duad of agents go down. Jill works her way to the agentive role coming through the back door. She is firing at everything that moves that is not in tactical geared wheel. I am also firing hitting everything that is moving. As one cartridge holder empties, I load another taking aim at anyone moving. The agentive role that entered the front line room access with me are taking drug cartel fellow member out with preciseness. I'm sure that the gunplay can be heard in the region. I have hit and killed 9 cartel members all of whom were firing at myself and the FBI broker. No one was unarmed that we shot at.

The whole process takes about 20 minutes. We have shot and killed nearly 50 drug cartel people, all of whom have fired their weapons at us. As I check with Fernandez and Longmire, only two FBI broker were hit, neither of them seriously. John said he killed 5 drug cartel Guy. Jill took 4 down, killing all four. Dakota got the only one that snuck out the side door. He took a shot at her and she put a round between his eyes. Donna says she only got 3 drug combine Guy, but she said that the agents around her took down about a dozen guys, making them dead, not wounded.

There is a car full of cartel members trying to take to the woods. Both CG boys take several gibe at them and require out all 5 guys in the car, causing the car to dash into a building across the street. I hear some hooting from the rooftop from the CG son, doing their job as professional snipers.

I check with Longmire and Fernandez. Both are just fine. Longmire says she got 4 and Fernandez says he got 4 as well. I thank them for allowing us to join them. Fernandez calls for an investigating agent to interview the other agentive role. Longmire and Fernandez tell me that I need to take my people out of here as they violated a big FBI rule. I gather out my people and off we go. We are all full of adrenaline on the drive home. I do the math in my head, King John 5, Jill 4, Donna 3, Dakota 1, and I got 9. The CG boys got 5. My math counts a total of 27. Fernandez said before we left that they did a quick enumeration and it seems as if all told 53 trust members have been shot and killed. No cartel penis is still awake, they all have been killed.

"Jill, text someone back at the menage, let them know we are all fine and no one got injection,"I tell her. She grabs her telephone set and texts the house.

"They tell us, we are insane, but everyone is happy that we took it to them,"Jill tells all of us in John's truck. We drive menage, all of us are amped up on the adrenaline from shooting the trust extremity. Donna tells us that she hasn't guess anyone since her twenty-four hours in the devil dog. However, she is glad that we have hit them where they were hiding. Longmire and Fernandez may have invited us, but I am quite sure that they weren't expecting us to take out 27 cartel members out of the 53 Fernandez said were killed. In my head, I did some immediate math and figured that it was just above 53 % of my chemical group shooting and killing corporate trust. Now, I wanted to get out a full-page ad taunting the Mexican Drug combine, but I know that would only get Fernandez and Longmire into trouble. I suggested that when we all get home plate that we are to houseclean our weapons and reload the ammunition clips.

As John pulls into the court, I am so proud of my group. None of them let themselves get shooter and all of them took out Drug Cartel fellow member. Gospel According to John parks his truck into the garage and everyone piles out of the truck. We're all chatty about the case.

CHAPTER 3

When we were all inside, Sammy had a series of desserts prepared for all of us. He had another of his fabulous chocolate cake. He had a cultivated carrot bar with cream cheese frosting, and he had about 5 dozen coffee chip cookies. John took a slash of cultivated carrot cake and about 6 cookie. He asked Diane if she wanted anything, but she declined saying that worrying about him made her nauseated. He apologized to her, but he wouldn't promise her not to go again. She kissed him and told him that she was all nervous about him going on the attempt on the drug cartel. He smiled and told her that he did it to wee-wee her good, she just put her weaponry around him and held onto her guy.

I can tell that the raid on the drug combine has gotten Donna all amped up….and horny. I see her susurration to Jill ; I'm shot I know what the whispering is all about. The two CG male child immediately went out to the consortium house after they stored their rifles in the gun rubber. They felt good taking out the bad guys. I can only guess that if there is trouble, it will fall from them taking out the careful of cartel members with their .50 bore rifle guesswork. Maybe there will be an post-mortem, maybe not. Let's hope for not.

Longmire and Fernandez really put their neck out by letting us be involved. I need to think of a way to thank them that won't get them into trouble. Before we left, I thanked the federal agent that kicked in the movement door with me for watching my cover during the firefight. Up until then, I had only imagined of ever being in a gunplay, and now, I've been in one and the adrenaline rush is incredible.

As I suggested, everyone is cleaning their artillery, except for the two CG boy. They're occupy getting laid over at the pool house, or at least that's what I was thinking was going on. Danton True Young guy, erotica star girlfriend, plus a orotund chested roommate that is well known in the porn manufacture as a great cock sucking soul, what could Fred's two nephews ask for any beneficial ?

Donna is overly loquacious. She is talking to Jennifer about a mile a minute. Jennifer is just smiling and letting her run with the conversation. When Donna finally did stop talking, Jennifer excused herself and went over to john. She put her arms around him and told him that she was a nervous wreck the whole time he was gone. Her and Diane sat together and worried. St. John the Apostle told her it was the most unbelievable thing he had ever done and that I had his rachis. She didn't need to do it that I was on a completely dissimilar incline of the sign from him. Truth be told, it was the FBI agents that had his rachis, not me.

Jill sat quietly, almost pensive. I went over to her and pulled a president out and sat down.

"dearie, what's going on. You seem more pondering than amped up like Donna and can,"I say to her.

"It's just how I process killing someone and I killed 4 people today. I haven't shaft ad killed that many multitude since my daylight in the Marines. However, unlike the armed services daytime, I shot from closeup. None of my shots were at someone that was no more than than 8-10 feet away from me. In the military, I was shooting my artillery at masses that were usually about 100-200 groundwork away. Not the pillow slip today. Let me just action the events,"Jill tells me. I kiss her on the cheek and let her just sit and houseclean her firearm.

I see no one in the TV elbow room, so I head in there and twist on the TV to view an action TV. I select the pic ‘ Bad male child'with Will Smith and Martin Laurentius. Something in my Einstein tells me that the theatrical role that Tea Leone plays isn't really acting, it's more like how she really is in living. As I'm watching the movie, Sammy comes over with a big bowl of popcorn. I take a handful and begin eating. My brain is loving this popcorn. It has veridical melted butter, not some powdered butter flavoring nor butter flavored oil ( like at the movie field ). He also brings out a bowl of cinnamon loot popcorn. This one I really liked and took dominance of that bowl.

John came out and sat in the reclining chair. He asked for the popcorn arena with the actual butter. Donna filed out and Dakota did as well. I ended up with Donna on one face of me, and as usual Dakota on the other face.

I sat there staring at the TV but was thinking about how favourable my life has become. I got to do something that virtually no one would ever get to do, go on a mission with agentive role of the FBI. I could cause gotten my family in severe bother today. I need to resolve down and stop thought process and acting impulsively. This could have turned out much worse than it did.

The shot made the nightly news. According to the news, there was a total of 40 drug cartel members killed as FBI agents tried to deliver some warrants, which I thought was a good cover story.

I was late in thought and not watching what was going on around me. I finally came back to seeing my little girl, Dakota stuffing her face full-of-the-moon of my cinnamon sugar Zea mays everta. She was giggling at me being off in the distance while she pilfered my popcorn.

I pulled her into me and began to tickle her. That made her squeal with laugh. It's always decent to see her grinning and laugh. She's as tough as nails and anticipated my needs and wants like no one that I have ever encountered. Jill is the exact opposite. She is also tough as nails, but she is much more measured in her shipway.

Once Dakota and I settled down and I quit tickling her, Donna put her caput on my shoulder. I can tell that Donna needs some physical care. I put my finger underneath her Kuki and pluck her head up to snog me. She ends up putting both arms around my cervix and kissing me for quite a while.

Donna stands up and takes me by the hand. She leads me past Jill, who is still cleaning her weapon system and sitting pensively. Donna leads me down the hallway to my own bedroom. She pulls me inside and keeps going dragging me to my bathroom. There she sheds her clothes and stair into the rain shower. I just stood there looking at her beautiful body underneath the water. It was beautiful to check the water system cascading down her torso, over her grand breasts, down her matt stomach, and into the valley of delight known as her pussy.

She turns and summons me with that one finger that womanhood use to summon you silently. I kick off my shoes, shed my clothes and step into the shower with her. She comes over to me and puts her arms around my neck and draw out me into her, tightly. We had wonderful passionate sex for nearly an hour in the shower. When we finally finished, we took time drying each other off. It has been a while since I have played with Donna. She is a very loving charwoman, who is a fleshly animate being. When we are done drying each other off, she wraps a towel around her and leaves the bedroom. I, as usual, put a pair of shorts on and my usual white tee shirt. I sat on the rest bed for a few minutes thinking about the case of the day and how it affected everyone. St. John and Donna are all amped up. Jill pensively cleaning her artillery. Dakota trying to be her silly ego. The CG male child, may have done the best thing of all, go have nice sweaty sex with their porn principal girlfriend and Belinda.

My mind again thinks about Aurora. How did they get to her ? Did they just come to the room access and attack when she opened it ? Did we kill the person or persons who murdered Aurora ? Are there more out there hiding ? Should I continue to worry about something happening to one of the star sign member ? The questions swirl around in my head.

I head back out to the kitchen as I feel a bit hungry once again. I see that Jill has stopped cleaning her weapon, but it remains on the dining room table.

"Hey deary, can I put this in the gun dependable for you ?"I ask her. She nods yes and I take the gun and go to the gun safe and put it inside on one of the two shelves. I feel a bit well-to-do about putting the gun in the safe.

Again, as I go back into the kitchen, three large hombre come to the gate once again. They ring the buzzer. I answer,"hullo,"I say.

"We're here to deliver something to a Mr. David Greene, but we need to have him sign up for it. Please post him out here,"the man with an obviously Russian accent says into our logic gate speaker.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Henry Graham Greene is not available right now. delight feel disengage to depart the parcel at the logic gate and soul will come out to get it,"I say into the speaker.

"When will Mr. Greene be available as this is the second time, we have attempted to fork up this package,"the Russian sounding man said.

Like I said a few mo ago, Mr. Graham Greene is very busy. If you want to impart him the computer software, then fine we'll come out to get it. Otherwise, you'll have to accept one of his assistants to sign for the computer software,"I tell the man.

I get no reaction, but on the security camera, I see him shrug his shoulder joint with mortal else taking the box from the man that spoke. They walk back down the service road. Apparently, they must take used Google maps to find out that we have a serving route leading to the straw man gate.

I texted Fernandez that we were visited by our Russian friends again. I made a DVD for whoever will come to piece it up. Making the DVDs made me cogitate about Patrick, see what we saw may make up him not desire to go on the date with Longmire. I decided to predict Patrick.

"Hey, Patrick. It's David Henry Graham Greene. I just wanted to predict you and check on how you're doing ?"

"Um, I guess I'm doing OK. I had to put an ad in the paper for a replacing for dayspring. I mean, she was an incredible hurting in the ass, but when she turned on the charm, she could becharm the sock right off you, but you already know that. You and she dated for a while. May I ask how foresightful you dated and how long ago ?"Saint Patrick asks.

"fountainhead, we dated several years ago, before I married my first married woman. suspicious affair, we only dated about a month or two, we were wizardly in bed, but we were oil and water aliveness together. She and I didn't mix outside of the bedroom,"I tell him.

"I can read that. We dated for about 5 weeks. I couldn't take her always complaining about how many hours I work. I mean, I own this business sector and I certainly don't want it to fail because I'm whoring around,"Saint Patrick tells me.

"Saint Patrick, are we still on for tomorrow dark ? I hope we are because I think the Lady, I'm introducing you to will put a grinning on your aspect. She understands prospicient hours as she probably works somewhere between 60-75 hours a week, strait companion ?"I ask.

"Yeah, it form of sounds like we are versions of each other. What does she do for a living that she works so many 60 minutes ? Does she own her own occupation as well ?"Patrick asks.

"Nope, she's in law enforcement. Hey, I just thought, you don't have a felon disc, do you ?"I say laughing a bit.

"No, no vicious record. Law enforcement you say ? That's interesting,"he says.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to be arrested on your first meeting of her,"I say to him still laughing a bit.

"Hey, I need your name and address. I'm sending a car to pick you up. After what we just went through, I don't want you to bear to worry about taking yourself to dinner. Since I own a limo party, just let me mail a car to piece you up. Sound effective ?"I ask.

"Yeah, I'm OK with you sending a car for me,"he says to me before giving me his address. I notice that the reference is in a nicer portion of LA. It 's not Beverly Hills, but still a nice function of LA. Now, I must convince Longmire to pass me her place address for this to shape. In my head, I thought about how today went and maybe, just maybe Longmire will trust me enough to part with her home address.

I hang up the phone from Patrick, now on to Heidi Longmire.

"how-do-you-do Ms. Longmire, this is David Greene,"I say to her.

"Why hello Mr. Greene, why are you calling ?"She asks.

"To get your address. I'm sending a car to pick you up tomorrow Night. No backing out of our peck,"I say to her. I get an unusually foresightful pause before she finally agrees to kick in me her dwelling address.

"Thank you, Heidi. I assume I have your permission to holler you Heidi when we're not talking piece of work ?"I say to her.

"Sure. I'm fine with that. Tell me a bit more about this guy that I'm being introduced to tomorrow night, and of course, where are we going for dinner ?"She asks.

"Well, I decided on Longhorn chophouse. It's a very relaxed ambiance, plus I love their nutrient. This guy you're going to be introduced to owns a home base cleaning service. He's always working trying to make trusted that his customers are taken care of properly. Like you, he is working all the time. Maybe, if you two hit it off tomorrow night you can have a late-night date. But, that's up to you and him. Jill and I are only doing introductions and feeding both of you. Oh, and I don't want the not eat on thing you women like to do when meeting somebody. I expect you to eat a veritable meal,"I tell her.

We chat a few more minutes before we say our good day. I feel better about the date still being on. Saint Patrick was the one that I thought would bail on the date after Aurora, but thankfully he didn't.

I asked Dakota to dial up black Car limo and send off a stretch limousine to Saint Patrick's destination first, then to Heidi's. In my point, I was debating on just picking them up just the two of them, but then again, I didn't want the conversation to be turned to Aurora. I decided that the limo needs to come up here first to find fault up Jill and me, then St. Patrick, and finally Heidi.

I saw Dakota still watching a pic on the couch in the TV room. In my head, if we Jill and I were going to the hawk, then we would need to leave about 3:00 pm to get home in clip to shower and change, then get into the limousine and head to their houses. Of row, in my headspring, I wondered if we should peck up Heidi first and thus not showing her destination to someone she has not checked out. It just made more sensory faculty to me to peck her up kickoff then Patrick.

Jill was out in the TV elbow room, but she was sitting in the reclining chairman, not really participating with anyone. Sammy had brought a arena of popcorn, but she only had a couple of bite out of it. She just set it down on the petty side table side by side to the chair.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up in the morning, I found Jill snoring succeeding to me and a small little wight all snuggled up, ass first into me. I could secern just by the feel of the eubstance that it was Dakota.

I hugged her before I sat up and worked my way down to the fundament of the bed to head to the bathroom for my usual morn ritual. I decide that I need to trim, a gracious shave with my razor. The one that I will do tonight will be with my galvanising razor instead. I step into the shower and take a squeamish hot exhibitor. Once again, being alone in the rain shower only takes a few moment to get everything clean and jerk, including my hair.

When I'm done, I turn off that wonderful hot water and step out of to dry off and get dressed. I decide that for tonight, it will be plume slacks and a short-sleeved dress shirt and dress brake shoe. However, right now I'm heading to the Hawk, for work.

As I picked my wearing apparel out of the closet, I had to wake Jill. I'm a bit worried about her. Hopefully, she has pondered what happened yesterday with the drug cartel. I have the argument in my head as to why we should have done what we did with the Feds. I don't want to accept to occupy about Jill and how she is processing as emphasis often affects a infant during pregnancy.

I shook Jill gently and woke up a grumpy Jill. So far, it seemed as if the normal Jill was back as she hates being woke up. Dakota is easy, give her a little wag and she pops her center undefendable and gets her day going with a declamatory cup of coffee.

Dakota bounds into the shower bath, as Jill was looking outfits over. One for work and one for tonight. I came over to her and kissed her. She smiled and put her arms around me and leaned in for a sec osculation, which I gave her.

"commodity morning ducky,"Jill says to me. I was well-chosen to try her say those words.

"Did you sleep well, my honey ?"I ask her.

"Oh yeah, once I had a nice spyglass of wine-coloured. It settled me down before I came to bed. Of course, I saw Dakota all snuggled up into you sleeping peacefully so I wasn't going to wake you. We have the unharmed date that's not a date thing, tonight don't we ?"She asks.

"You mean the introduction dinner party,"I tell her even though it could go horribly incorrect."Yes, we have that tonight,"she smiles as I tell her that. She picks out a nice duo of jeans and a white blouse along with a couple of low bounder. For work, she chooses a nice skirt along with a colourful blouse. I just smile at what I see. When she hears the water turn off and Dakota coming into the bedroom, she gets up and heads to the bathroom to get ready.

Dakota, with a towel wrapped around her beautiful fiddling body, flips the spine of the towel up to dart me her cute ass. I just smile. As she leaves the bedroom, I still haven't figured out what to get her for Christmas Day. The holiday is only about 10 days away and I need to drop some time going shopping, however, the two Lady that I love the most I have absolutely no musical theme what to get either of them.

I see several sound care dangling on the chest of drawers and another one on Jill's makeup table. I grab my phone off the charger along with my wallet and keys and brain out to the kitchen. I get there before Dakota, so I turn on the coffee pot.

Saint John the Apostle is already there eating a bowl of cereal. I see both Jennifer and Diane all dressed for work. I have it in my brain to check on Jennifer's onward motion in solving some of the event that we had discussed a few twenty-four hour period ago.

Paula comes out, looking ravishing and kisses me on the cheek, pours herself a cup of coffee and heads to form. Donna comes out, also looking stunning. She gives me a passionate buss, probably from our lovemaking academic term yesterday in the cascade. She had a distich gash of pledge with a fried difficult egg between them. I was just sitting at the kitchen table just admiring her beautiful body.

She poured me a chalk of my pineapple succus and put it in front of me. I watched her eat the electrocute egg sandwich and drink a cup of coffee. When she was done, she tossed her newspaper publisher home plate into the chalk, kissed me again and headed out.

I see that I missed a song from Agent Longmire. I decided that it was too former to shout her back, so I set an alarm on my phone to remind me to call her in a short while.

Dakota finally came out to the kitchen, and as expected she went right for the coffee pot. She checked my glass to defecate sure I had some juice in it. She smiled and sat at a hot seat by me.

Jill came out just a few minutes later and boy does she await amazing. I don't know what it was this sunrise, but all the ladies looked grand as they headed out to work. I ask Jill if she will drive us to the hawk, as we are going to be leaving early, probably around 3, so she has enough sentence to get gear up. I also asked Dakota if she ordered up a limo for tonight, she said she had but that Fred took over and will now be the device driver for tonight's dinner party. Dakota had already given Fred the address for both St. Patrick and Heidi.

I was happy to hear everything was all set up. What concerned me was the earphone call from Longmire that might change things.

I decide that I have waited long enough and dial her up. I noticed that I'm calling her FBI phone and not her personal earphone, which in my top dog was a good sign.

"Good sunrise agentive role Longmire. I see that I missed a outcry from you go night, Is everything alright ?"I ask.

"Yeah, everything is fine. I just wanted to get your docket today so I can bring in you your laptop and your married woman's tower. We installed two programs to keep any advance foul electronic mail from appearing in your email box. We have also added a programme that will move any bad emails to a personal file in which it will be sent to our IT team who will demolish,"she says to me. I smile now knowing that she isn't trying to bail from the unveiling dinner.

"My schedule is that both Jill and I will be at the Hawk building downtown and will be leaving there about 3 pm to get along dwelling and get fix for an founding dinner with two people whom I think will be a good fit for each other,"I say to her.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way. It's nice to love person is looking out for me,"she says with a bit of a chortle. I tell her that we will be seeing her about 5-ish and wait to see a limousine appearance up at her front doorway. She tries to object politely, but I won't hear of it and just tell her to be ready. She assures me that she will be waiting.

Jill takes me by the hand, and we head to her car in the garage. Dakota has BJ and Danni in her vehicle. Sharon rides with John and Diane. Donna takes her own car to the telephone call center.

I don't know why, but Amy came popping into my head. I dialed her up and chatted with her asking if everything was going OK. She told me that everything was just very well. I smiled and ended the conversation.

"Darling, are you ready for tonight ?"I ask Jill.

"Well, form of. I certainly could use the Nox to still be working on the neckcloth project, but I guess one night won't be all that bad, plus you picked a good restaurant, right ?"She asks.

"I picked Texas longhorn,"I tell her.

"What time will the limo come to the house to get us ?"Jill asks.

"I would guess about 4. Fred will be driving,"I tell her. She smiles. I'm guesswork that she is happy to see Fred do some of our driving once again.

As usual, when we get to the mortarboard, we park on the endorse floor and need the crossover to the tower. Once inside the tower, the security system guard tells us good break of the day as we wait for the elevator. When the doors opened, I felt Jill's hand squeeze my ass even though there are about a dozen hoi polloi on the elevator.

I just smile, not making a scene. It was just Jill's way of teasing me. We ride the elevator to the top. When the threshold open, I see Agent Longmire standing there with two reckoner. I walked over and picked up my laptop as I was grateful to see that patch of equipment come back into my life-time. Jill took the early electronic computer, the tower and carried it to her desk. I thanked agentive role Longmire and told her that I look forward to seeing her tonight, she said she was a bit nervous about meeting this guy. I told her not to worry, if all goes nicely, then she will maybe experience someone to shoot the breeze to who also works all the insane time of day. I put my laptop computer in my backpack pulling out the two DVDs that I made for Longmire. I gave them to her before she stepped onto the elevator. From there I went to see Jennifer.

When I got to her desk, I pulled a chair from another desk over and sat succeeding to her.

"Well, how goes the mini-projects that I gave you ?"I ask.

"We are making onward motion. The old lady who was cleaning throne has a company to see over now that is handling all the janitorial in the construction for her. There is a new vendor who is pressure washing the eagle so the exterior will have the curb appealingness that you are looking for to match up with early construction in DC,"she tells me.

I'm happy that she is making step at the various project. I tell her that tomorrow Dakota and I will be heading to Seattle for a quick turn around visit. I go into Jill's situation where she and BJ are working hard. I kiss Jill, who is annoyed at me interrupting her.

"darling, I just wanted to let you know that I'm taking a brusque head trip to Seattle, I see issues that need to be addressed. I may take another run to the Dallas market as there are still issuing with the intact restaurant division there,"I tell her.

"Will these be on the same trip, or will you come home first. I need to know if my boyfriend can come over,"she says smiling and giggling at me with her put-on. I just grin and let her acknowledge that it will be two trip and she should schedule him to have two visits. I know that she is working hard so I kiss her and leave the way. I decide not to kiss BJ, for no genuine reason other than I didn't want to

I look at the clock and see that it is already noontime. I call Dakota over and ask her to promise the local jemmy John's and parliamentary law sandwiches for everyone on the floor. She takes her earphone and her assistant's notebook to make the phone call. When it was done, she tells me that the food for thought will be here in about 35-40 instant, which seems fairish to me.

I decided that I should try out my laptop to see if the program that the FBI put on the laptop computer will slow up the arrangement down. Taking the computer out of my backpack I open it and ferment it on. It boots in good order up just like it normally does.

I log into the email portal and look at the monumental identification number of emails that I have. 1755 emails. I guess not having my laptop allowed my email inbox to get overloaded. I started with the usual, looking for multiples of the Saame. I put them all together and highlighted the remaining one to be read later.

I scanned through the itemization and saw no more Mexican Drug corporate trust emails. In my head, I was for sure that we, along with the FBI have eliminated that entire chemical group from their concealment situation, much like roaches. I look at the TV screen on in the breakroom and see that the Mexican Drug Cartel shooting is still in the new Hz. Although I shouldn't be surprised, with that many bad guy wire dying it will remain in the news cycle for several says.

I spend clip working my way through the emails. When the sandwiches arrive, my darling Dakota joins me in my office. She ordered me a turkey sandwich with peck of mayo and extra Lycopersicon esculentum. To my surprise and delight, she ordered herself a vegetarian sandwich. She also ordered one for Diane as well. However, for Jill, she ordered their three-meat sub. It came with turkey, ham, and roast kick. For me, she ordered what I like the ham and joker, however, she knows that I like both extra mayo and extra tomatoes.

I call several of the other employees into the bigger conference way to sit and eat. I saw a duad of people not joining in as they took their dejeuner out of the breakroom fridge and sat at their desk to eat. That really bothered me, I want everyone to enjoy their lunch period. Since Sharon is across the table from me, I let her sleep with that no one should be working during their lunch time of day. She tells me that she will do by that and goes back to eating her sub.

Jill never left her conference elbow room ; however, she did send BJ out to join us in the big conference room. The former peeress, Ruth replaced Danni at the front desk. I was very glad to see that happen.

I'm looking forward to the initiation dinner tonight, but having Fred take us around made me feel good. I whispered in Dakota's ear to dial up the jet as she and I are taking a stumble to Seattle tomorrow. She tells me that after tiffin that will be taken caution of, which made me smile.

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