Chapter Four : In between multiplication

Monday

The alarm rang and Sally woke up, turned it off as fright seemed to rinse over her and for a irregular she was not sure why ; then it all came back to her, the irreverence, and the unknown every detail of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the alarm, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he know what sentence to set it for ?

Her thoughts were all jumbled as she got up, trying to figure out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a golem in robotic mode, she went to the kitchen to start the coffee then went into the bathroom to shoot a farseeing rain shower. She used this metre to think, first of all she just wanted to defecate this all go away, wanted it to be a bad dream. That was not possible it was real, there were aching and pains all over her soundbox that told her in fact it was very real. The hot water flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the cops of course. Why wouldn't she ? He had to have left a bunch of fingermark. She thought about his threats to watch her every move. She contemplated calling out from work but in the two class she had been there she had never called out, and she was not trusted she wanted to be in her flat all day anyway. Sally lingered in the shower bath a bit longer letting it heal the sore parts of her body and put up a much needed solace for her mind. She finished and dried off and put on some release comfortable theatre clothes, and walked into the kitchen, made her coffee and toast. Setting it down on the tabular array she went looking for her laptop, Mike had kept it from her this weekend but when she went in her elbow room, there it was on her dresser. She brought it back to the table with her and set it down.

As she went to sit down her eye noticed something in the windowpane sill that made her look up, then her whole body went unshakable, it was a blue carnation in a vase on the windowsill with a promissory note attached. It seemed as if he was here in the room and not just a symbol of him. She felt off balance yet again, frightened. After a pickings sometime she shook her caput, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just dismiss the note, not learn it. Ah but what would that accomplish ?

sally sat down in her chair and just looked at the bank note, a component of her knew she was going to read it but her fighter side wanted her to just pan it all. She opened the computer and looked for the nearest constabulary station as well as the nearest to her work, she would not give him the satisfaction of reading his poor fish note ! She found the info and typed it into her phone. The whole time she had been sipping her coffee, and struggling to not seem at the note as if making eye middleman with the flower was giving in to the man himself. In meter, she gave up, she was curious after all ! She picked it up and took a deep breath, turning the note over and reading what was written in a print that was very very much like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

sortie, my sexual love. Do not go to the pig, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would make our adjacent encounter that much more strenuous
than I intend it to be. You are just as lovely as I imagined and it has been a
pleasure to get to know you. Remember I will be back, and whenever you see
a single Amytal carnation you will be intimate that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

Sally sat and stared at the note shaking. following face-off ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cops ? She should, of course of action. Pretending in a way that today was a formula day with just a small-scale errand to run She got prepare for body of work, walked to the bus block, got on the bus, and got to work. She shoved the weekend out of her mind, but still had a hard meter focusing on the task in strawman of her if anyone had asked her how yearn it took or what she was wearing, she would not let been able to tell them or extend on her end of any conversation beyond one word answers. lot for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If sortie had known he was watching her through binoculars the whole morning she would have been even more unsettle. He had a view of her bedroom and the living room, the kitchen was out of his line of business of sight however, so it was a sound affair she spent a minimal total of sentence in it. He had watched her wake up and file the deficiency of simplicity, had seen her face when she had seen the carnation he had left for her. He had watched as curiosity and horror fought with each other over what to do with the flower. The feeling, the pointed ignoring of the objective by being busy on her computing machine, the glances of interest, until finally the desire to screw outweighed the hideous source and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to understand it. It was a calibre for him to see if she was more submissive or More stubborn. A stubborn women would have just tossed it, in that pillow slip he would either experience to ill-use up education or desert it all together, but no she had chosen to read his words, to see what he had to say and while she may hate him, be scared of him, she was teachable.

He followed in his car behind her checking each stop along the way to be sure she did not get off and go to the bull before work. He was pretty sure enough once at workplace she would last out till closing, but he wanted to be trusted she would wait boulder clay evening. He watched her enter the building from a closing by parking point and then drove off to his home to get to his patronage.

She was almost to shape when she stopped took some deep breathing place and tried to train herself on acting normal. There was no one at work she was close enough with to ploughshare this with. There was no one she was near to now that she thought about it. She had a random thought wondering why she locked her social movement doorway if this stranger can still get in what difference does her locking it make. She shook her head word steadied herself and proceeded the short-change length to work. Determined to be convention she looked at the receptionist.

"Hi,"and stopped mid-sentence, there it was ; on Laura's reception desk mocking her, a down in the mouth carnation in a vase
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"Sally ?"

"Umm Yeah sorry, Hi Laura, hey where did the prime semen from ?"

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

"Yeah, weird."

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

"Oh I am fine, just did too a lot and did not get enough sopor. I will be better tomorrow I promise."quip smiled and walked off to her carrel, not certain but felt like she must be 3 shadowiness paler than pattern. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the sidereal day labor. She had a desk job working for the country which was neither glamorous nor ugly. It was a job, unfaltering, with benefit and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty much left alone, except for the paperwork being pushed from one division and back and everything have to be in triplicate, the job was hone for her.

Once at her desk her thought flittered back to the flower, she absently turned her computer on checked her emails, but she could not lay off thinking : He knew where she worked and where she lived. He had said he would be watching her. Didn't he have a job ? Why was he bothering her ? The phone on her desk rang breaking her out of her funk and forcing her to put on a upbeat grimace and see what the person on the other end wanted. The morning was spent on the various tasks and the required small public lecture around the office, a card was signed for a crazy fellow worker she barely knew, poor thing had malignant neoplastic disease. All the while her mind flittered back to what activity if any she was going to take. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the bull seemed so bothersome. Then to have to put words to everything that happened was not the most appealing thought process at the moment.

She had luncheon delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her book, but she had other matter on her mind. Working it out she thought what would she tell a friend if they were in this situation and came for advice ? Why she would insist they got to the cops and would drive them there. This was no different. She had decided, she had to go to the cops after work, she could not live like this. She checked her headphone to reassure herself that she had the entropy and decided she would go to the one closest to her house. She told the story in her head, and even wrote down a few key points she wanted to be for sure to report. She hated the thought process of having to explain what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

While Sally worked microphone arranged his day and week, first he called the cleaners and arranged to satisfy them at Sally's flat at 1pm to clean the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, mantle, couch, mantrap everything and in two hours. They were sending 4 citizenry maybe more he was paying well.

His second order of business sector was to get data for this week's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure confabulation, and typed :

"Do you have the selective information requested ?"

He waited a bit, he knew the receptionist saw it right away and would then adjoin the person he needed to chat with and that usually took a few minute of arc soon the response came back.

"Yes, This is a job for a man named Cyrus the Younger, you may remember him you brought his first married woman here for education."

"Vaguly, Farsi right ?"

"Yeah, he trusts you and wants you to bring his second wife with the intellect that this is a escort point as well as bringing us the girl."

"Why is the bodyguard of import ? I need to know what I am getting into. You know that means arming the fender and crew right ?"

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the bodyguard status is this : Cyrus the Younger had a daughter who was married off and within a yr his daughter died at the hand of her married man. Cyrus found out that the same man was arranging a man and wife within six month of his daughter dying. He felt disrespected by such a short grieving period and that the man was unsound to be a husband. Cyrus found the family of the girl and offered a wagerer arrangement. He wanted to sustain her out of the manpower of his other son in law. Now the son in law is angry and threatening her, her kin, and him so she is being sent out of the country. She is xv and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

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

"Yes she is conjunctive, she knows she is coming to learn how to run a menage and entertain guests from different part as an action air hostess as well as read and write Farsi and side, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will have to consume soul lookup her wellspring. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be suspect of you, but you handled his for the first time wife who was not so agreeable at the meter that is why you were requested."

mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could shroud anything under it. He had been in Arab countries enough to screw the difference between the niqab and the burka although few American did, or bothered to. He texted the buffer and told him to get a female crew fellow member that could verbalize Persian fluently, and that this would be a bodyguard as well as deportation job. It was the airplane pilot job to get the work party and inform them. It was a rolling crew, but a flight like this required four pilots and 8 crew members. 2 buffer and 4 crew members would be awake and working while the others rested at all times usually the fracture were 8-10 time of day depending on the flight metre. No one flew tired, run down meant mistakes. Other than having two female crew member who could verbalise Farsi, the crowd would be picked from 20 people who worked with mike. If a crew had flown on the last pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a wage then duplicate every prison term they flew, more if it was a bodyguard position as this was.

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

"okeh I will go away tonight hopefully by 10 make certain the paper are in order at the drome, we will stay the required 24 hour for rest and tell Cyrus I will pick up his wife Thursday 10am local clock time. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Thursday local time and we will convey a cab in unless you want someone to pick her up."

"No a cab is fine.

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

"Of course, Mike we appreciate you consulting with us."

His consulting house was on the up and up taxes wise. He was not sure what the law would say about his"Transport"occupation. He ensured the safety and delivery of fair sex from their guardians to The Institute. These char were all signed over to the institute by their category and/or Husbands for specific educational design. Some of those were to learn how to serve sexually and some were taught how to run a prominent menage well so as to promote their marriage ceremony prospects. It was an etiquette schoolhouse on steroids. These girls every drive was orchestrated usually. Some hubby wanted freaks and sluts and sent their bit or third married woman here to go the house party favor. In increase there was an actual very soundly secret education constituent which again was prescribed and approved by the female's guardians.

The shoal for boy was across the city and he had done some guarding of boys being sent by their dominate married person to memorize how to serve them better. Usually his services were required because the Master did not trust his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew home base unaccompanied. The families were of all slipstream, but it did bring him to the Middle East and Asian land often.

microphone was worried about his progress with Sally. What if she suddenly got the nerve to go to the fuzz and he was halfway around the world. suspire it was a endangerment he would have to take sort of. He called a blossom store and arranged for one blue carnation to be delivered to her every day at dissimilar times through Saturday at dissimilar post, her doorstop with no note no vase, outside the police station on the priming coat, even left at her bus stop, random blank space to make it appear he had his eye on her.

When it was time he left to suffer the cleaners at wisecrack's apartment, just in case she was successful in going to the cops he need it all cleaned he made sure the sheets were changed out with ones he had bought on the way and took all the bedding on the bed to a cleaners close by where she could beak them up. When he came back to supervise the cleaners and to add cameras to the planetary house. His advantage power point was full at his little flat, but had blind spots and he wanted to be able to check in on her while he was gone.

After that he made arrangements and waited for Sally to get off so he could follow and see what happened.
sallying forth had decided to go to the cops and when the work day was done, there was no Thomas More sign of blue bloom so she hopped on the bus resolute in her decision. She had picked the station that was closest to a bus stop and also was the one closest to her house. Determined that this was the counterbalance choice she got off and proceeded to walk the shortly aloofness. She had convinced herself that he would birth no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no reason. Once in the station the pig could take maintenance of this right ? There were fingermark. There was grounds, this would work out.

She rounded the corner to the main entryway and started up the front stair, when she saw it. A single blue carnation with a note taped to it. She stopped suddenly in her tracks, No ! There was no way ! With trembling steps she approached the gillyflower laying on the reason and picked it up and flipped it over to see the eminence. In the same script it simply said :

Are you making a good decision, pet ?

sallying forth walked quickly back down the stairs with the clove pink and note in hand. She was on the verge of tears, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her head was screaming. She leaned against the building and told herself to just breathe, she threw the gillyflower down on the flat coat. When she got herself under restraint she started to think, he could consume left that this morn, he knew where she lived, where the closest police post was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the constabulary could help right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

Well there was only one way to find out so Sally got her face up again and walked into the police force post and asked to speak with someone, preferably a female cop. They asked her to fill out forms, but she insisted on speaking to a ma'am cop first. The first cop seemed bothered but went to see who was available. The doorway opened and crack glanced back taking in the wheel courier waking in. Her philia skipped a beat and her breath seemed to provide her when she saw, he was carrying a blue carnation. The messenger rang the Alexander Bell and waited with his paperwork setting the efflorescence on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to emit. He Knew ! Sally mustered her courage.

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

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

"Who is this to ?"

"The post"

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

Sally knew she was in trouble. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do ? Sally made her way home not really registering the walk back to the bus layover or the ride back to her apartment. She wondered if he was going to be there. When was he coming for her ? Sally looked at her situation logically and wondered what in realness she could do. If he was watching her, and he seemed to be, then moving was out of the interrogative sentence, he would just follow her. Entering her apartment affair seemed different. She looked around and there was a blue Dianthus caryophyllus in the aliveness room with a note.

Sally, I took the autonomy of having the place cleaned professionally. You may pick up your old blankets and sheets at the dry cleaner indicated on the receipt tomorrow, in the lag I have provided new 1 for tonight. delight do behave yourself between now and then.

crack was too wear upon mentally from the all ordeal to even be mad, she made dinner and went to bed early and done in by all that had transpired.

microphone had in fact been watching the whole time. He saw quip exit the police station the first time then enter it again. The cycle messenger had been sitting by his car waiting program line and when she went in the 2d time. mike gave the bike courier the note and flush and told him to get a signature and to put the vase down close to the girl with the add-in facing her. He had wanted there to be no doubt in her mind who the flower was from. He was disappointed his foremost message had not hit household, he thought that the first base one would be enough. The messenger reported what had happened and got paid for his prison term and a squeamish tip, mike was relieved she had not talked to the bull, even though he had taken tending of the possible action. It was disappointing to him that the messenger was needed at all. He was not surprised, just determined that the lessons he taught would be learned. He needed to shop for his next sojourn and plan it out. He had planned on stretching the breeding out, but he thought maybe he needed to rush up his plans.

Today was Mon, pick up was on Thursday, and they needed 24 minute between landing and flying again so they would bequeath Tonight, fly into wed., eternal rest, pick up cargo Th, fly home, deliver payload, home plate, sleep. Depending on how tire out he was on Sat he may front in on her without her cognition. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a month off to pass with wisecrack. They had other transportation experts, but he had a sure report with the more difficult ones, they always came into the institute meek and quiet after 24 hours with Mike. It made the Institute's job easier.

The flight over was uneventful, and mike checked on Sally through the camera he had set up. There were several sentence he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough time for that. Traveling had become a chore, it could be exhausting, but he did like the different lifestyles. During his stay he went and walked around taking in some local internet site, but mostly sleep and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the appointed time a Mercedes drove into the hanger with. microphone wondered absently if it was bullet validation which seemed to be the new thing with this class of client. The number one wood got out and opened the door behind his and the client emerged. As he walked toward Mike the driver was going around to the other side. The husband seemed protective of his charge seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between Mike's line of sight and the young guardianship he had yet to see.

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

"We will do our easily to keep her good, and add her back to you an educated and all-round woman."

"Yes of course of action, she will not cause any problems but there is one thing."

"What is that ?"Mike was getting mentally make, the ones who told him it would be easy, their charwoman were conjunct always caused suspicion with microphone, if they were so good, then why ask for him, why use the Institute at all ?

"She is scared of men. She is very shy. Please be mindful of that. I have talked to her she understands that she is going to get an education, and there will not be any sex boulder clay she comes dwelling house, but she is still mistrustful. Any sudden touching and she will probably cry."

"Ah thanks for the heads up. She will be o.k.. Mike motioned over the female work party fellow member who was also Persian. He had her hold for his signal by the carpenter's plane as line of work was done by the male person first then the female came when called.

"Siva here will be with your young bride, she will search her, and when we board it will be her and Azar who will tend to her. Both young lady are Iranian, and sleep together Persian, and have been trained at the institute so they will be able to answer questions."

Badi seemed pleased at this additional arrangement, there was a reason he asked for microphone, he had heard tale of the other transporters, mike was all concern. He waved his hand without turning around. Quickly the child and the device driver appeared at his side.

"Qamar this is shibah who will be frisking you as we discussed and she will also be with you on the plane. The man is microphone he is the escort who will accompany you to the institute."

Switching to English Badi then turned to Mike"mike, shivah this is my bride please be deliberate with her."He patted the fille's head a lot like a begetter would and gently pushed her toward Shiva.

The fair sex introduced herself to both in their terminology and took the deal of the young lady. The two went off to the side of meat and Varisha checked her for weapons then they boarded the aeroplane. microphone hung back with the husband to allow for the lady prison term to get settled and to resolve any end minute head. After bye were said Badi singled the driver. Swiftly the room access to the back ass opened and Badi climbed in.

On the plane Mike let Qamar sit in a different section of the plane so he did not get her so flighty, she seemed ready to run off if he looked at her, so he wanted her to unwind. He left social club that only female members of the crowd were to draw close her and to make certain she slept, slipping her a drug if necessary.

She was obviously high strung. As it turned out once microphone left her alone and all the men disappeared she seemed to relax and even speak to the women a bit, soon drifting off to sleep. Again he checked on sally when the clip variety were correct and she had not really done anything since Monday. He knew her clove pink were getting to her, because he would see them in the trash that was well she had to be thinking about him then.

The trajectory was smoothen and getting through airport protection was easy since everything had been sent on ahead and checked so they just verified the ID's and processed the passports. In the cab on the way to The Institute Qamar was nervous, but not obnoxious. microphone wanted to calm her down, but figured there was not a lot he could do being a male, and given her upbringing so he left her alone and the trip from the airport was very quiet. He texted the Institute to let them know they were on their way.

Once inside the teachers came out and took Qumar to her new elbow room, which was bound to be very luxurious given her family and mike sought out an instructor friend.

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

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey Mike ! You on a livery ?"

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

"Hey I get paid for being a bastard and shag womanhood, it's a skillful life."Oren laughed

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

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

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

"Maybe you can come keep an eye on her sometime once she is at my family while I am on a job, but Oren, no touch, just look, If I let you."

"Man microphone we used to share them all."

"Yeah name me sentimental."

"I need to not be disturbed succeeding weekend is that potential ? I was going to wait another week, but she did not behave."

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

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

"poor people girl, your touch is rough."

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

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

"Not this time, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to equip myself with some new objects I saw in the shop and then hop a plane place, I got ta check on my project. ``

"All right wing, well maybe next time."Oren missed training miss with microphone. They made a secure tag team.

Mike spent clip at the store going over the stiffness of Sally's transactions and picking out just the right wing methods of punishment. By the meter he was done he was excited about the next weekend with his project.

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

Once at his fundament of mathematical operation, Mike slept, checked on sortie, she was asleep, but her bedroom visible light was on….nightmares perhaps ? Mike knew that was probably lawful, but wished there was another way to get inside a soul's straits. They seemed to always own incubus. On the way from the airport he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few clove pink here and there in the flat just to make trusted she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a time for atonement. He was going to teach her who was in charge on Fri. mike went shopping for nutrient and former odds and ends to make sure he was ready .