Chapter Four : In between multiplication

Monday

The dismay rang and sally woke up, turned it off as fear seemed to lap over her and for a mo she was not for certain why ; then it all came back to her, the assault, and the stranger every detail of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the alarm, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he know what clip 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 machine rifle mode, she went to the kitchen to start the coffee tree then went into the bathroom to take a long exhibitioner. She used this time to think, first of all she just wanted to make this all go away, wanted it to be a bad ambition. That was not possible it was really, there were aching and pains all over her trunk that told her in fact it was very very. The hot H2O flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the cops of class. Why wouldn't she ? He had to possess left a bunch of fingerprints. She thought about his threat to check her every movement. She contemplated calling out from employment but in the two yr she had been there she had never called out, and she was not sure enough she wanted to be in her apartment all day anyway. Sally lingered in the cascade a bit longer letting it heal the sore parting of her body and provide a much needed solace for her mind. She finished and dried off and put on some informal well-to-do house clothes, and walked into the kitchen, made her umber and toast. Setting it down on the table she went looking for her laptop, Mike had kept it from her this weekend but when she went in her elbow room, there it was on her dressing table. 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 window sill that made her depend up, then her whole body went unbendable, it was a blue carnation in a vase on the windowsill with a billet attached. It seemed as if he was here in the room and not just a symbol of him. She felt off counterbalance yet again, frightened. After a pickings sometime she shook her head, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just discount the note, not read it. Ah but what would that execute ?

Sally sat down in her chair and just looked at the note, a character of her knew she was going to read it but her fighter side of meat wanted her to just trash it all. She opened the information processing system and looked for the good constabulary station as well as the close to her body of work, she would not give him the satisfaction of reading his stunned billet ! She found the info and typed it into her sound. The whole time she had been sipping her coffee, and struggling to not face at the note as if making eye contact lens with the flower was giving in to the man himself. In sentence, she gave up, she was curious after all ! She picked it up and took a deep intimation, turning the note over and reading what was written in a photographic print that was very a lot like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

sallying forth, my making love. Do not go to the cops, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would make our next clash that much more straining
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 blueing clove pink you will know that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

Sally sat and stared at the note shaking. Next clash ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cops ? She should, of course. Pretending in a way that today was a convention day with just a low errand to run She got ready for work, walked to the bus stop, got on the bus, and got to work. She shoved the weekend out of her judgment, but still had a heavily time focusing on the task in front of her if anyone had asked her how long it took or what she was wearing, she would not have been capable to tell them or sway on her end of any conversation beyond one word of honor answers. lot for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If Sally had known he was watching her through field glasses the whole morning she would have been even more unnerved. He had a survey of her sleeping accommodation and the support elbow room, the kitchen was out of his line of peck however, so it was a near thing she spent a minimal total of time in it. He had watched her Wake up and register the deficiency of restraints, had seen her face when she had seen the carnation he had left for her. He had watched as oddity and repulsion fought with each other over what to do with the flower. The flavour, the manoeuvre ignoring of the object by being busy on her computer, the glances of interest, until finally the desire to bed outweighed the hideous generator and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to read it. It was a gauge for him to see if she was more submissive or more unregenerate. A stubborn women would possess just tossed it, in that case he would either give birth to step up training or desolate it all together, but no she had chosen to read his words, to see what he had to say and while she may detest him, be scared of him, she was teachable.

He followed in his car behind her checking each stop consonant along the way to be sure she did not get off and go to the copper before work. He was pretty sure once at piece of work she would stay till closing, but he wanted to be sure she would await till evening. He watched her enter the building from a close by parking spot and then force off to his home to get to his clientele.

She was almost to go when she stopped took some deep breather and tried to coach herself on acting normal. There was no one at body of work she was secretive enough with to percentage this with. There was no one she was close to now that she thought about it. She had a random thought process wondering why she locked her front door if this stranger can still get in what difference does her locking it make. She shook her head steadied herself and proceeded the short distance to work on. Determined to be normal she looked at the receptionist.

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

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

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

"Yeah, weird."

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

"Oh I am delicately, just did too much and did not get enough sleep. I will be wagerer tomorrow I promise."sally smiled and walked off to her cubicle, not surely but felt like she must be 3 shades paler than normal. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the twenty-four hours job. She had a desk job working for the state which was neither glamorous nor atrocious. It was a job, steady, with benefits and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty much entrust alone, except for the paperwork being pushed from one sectionalization and back and everything have to be in triplicate, the job was perfect for her.

Once at her desk her thoughts flittered back to the efflorescence, she absently turned her data processor on checked her emails, but she could not stop cerebration : 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 cheerful face and see what the person on the early end wanted. The morning was spent on the diverse labor and the required small talk around the office, a plug-in was signed for a barf colleague she barely knew, pitiable thing had malignant neoplastic disease. All the while her mind flittered back to what action if any she was going to take up. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the bull seemed so vexing. Then to accept to put words to everything that happened was not the most appealing cerebration at the moment.

She had tiffin delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her book, but she had other things on her creative thinker. Working it out she thought what would she tell a booster if they were in this situation and came for advice ? Why she would assert they got to the cops and would beat back them there. This was no different. She had decided, she had to go to the bull after work, she could not live like this. She checked her headphone to reassure herself that she had the information and decided she would go to the one closest to her sign of the zodiac. She told the story in her head, and even wrote down a few key peak she wanted to be sure to cover. She hated the thinking of having to explain what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

While Sally worked mike arranged his day and week, first he called the cleaners and arranged to meet them at quip's apartment at 1pm to pick the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, curtains, lounge, dishes everything and in two hours. They were sending 4 multitude maybe more he was paying well.

His second order of business was to get selective information for this hebdomad's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure chat, and typed :

"Do you have the information requested ?"

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

"Yes, This is a job for a man named Cyrus the Younger, you may commend him you brought his beginning wife here for education."

"Vaguly, Iranian right hand ?"

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

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

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the escort status is this : Cyrus had a daughter who was married off and within a year his girl died at the hands of her hubby. Cyrus found out that the Lapp man was arranging a wedlock within six calendar month of his girl dying. He felt disrespected by such a short circuit grieving menstruation and that the man was bad to be a husband. Cyrus found the class of the missy and offered a in force arrangement. He wanted to hold open her out of the hands of his former son in law. Now the son in law is tempestuous and threatening her, her category, and him so she is being sent out of the land. She is fifteen and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

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

"Yes she is cooperative, she knows she is coming to learn how to run a menage and entertain invitee from different part as an accomplished hostess as well as read and write Farsi and English, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will make to experience soul hunting her wellspring. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be suspicious of you, but you handled his initiatory wife who was not so accordant at the prison term that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could hide anything under it. He had been in Arab rural area enough to sleep together the difference between the niqab and the burqa although few American language did, or bothered to. He texted the pilot light and told him to get a female gang member that could verbalise Farsi fluently, and that this would be a escort as well as transportation job. It was the pilots job to get the crew and inform them. It was a rolling crew, but a escape like this required four pilots and 8 gang members. 2 pilots and 4 crew appendage would be awake and working while the others rested at all times usually the chemise were 8-10 hours depending on the flight of steps time. No one flew tired, tired meant error. Other than having two female crew member who could speak Farsi, the crowd would be picked from 20 multitude 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 salary then supererogatory every time they flew, More if it was a escort situation as this was.

If the flight was leaving from San Francisco the institute would deliver taken forethought of all the arrangements, but the crew that flew out of CO was his province, paid for by the institute. Usually this crew worked with him sometimes he loaned them out to early transport experts that were living nearby, but he liked having the same crew fellow member rotated in and out and knowing who would be on board.

"OK I will leave tonight hopefully by 10 make sure the papers are in order at the airport, we will continue the want 24 60 minutes for rest and tell Cyrus the Younger I will blame up his wife Thursday 10am local time. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Thursday local time and we will bring a cab in unless you want mortal to foot her up."

"No a cab is fine.

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

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

His consulting firm was on the up and up taxis wise. He was not sure what the law would say about his"transportation"patronage. He ensured the safety and delivery of cleaning woman from their guardians to The Institute. These cleaning lady were all signed over to the institute by their families and/or married man for specific educational purposes. Some of those were to ascertain how to serve sexually and some were learn how to run a spectacular household well so as to boost their marriage prospects. It was an etiquette schoolhouse on steroids. These girls every effort was orchestrated usually. Some husbands wanted freaks and slut and sent their second or tertiary wives here to go the family party favor. In addition there was an actual very good private education element which again was prescribed and approved by the female person's guardians.

The school for boys was across the metropolis and he had done some guarding of boys being sent by their dominate partner to learn how to serve them improve. 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 phratry were of all races, but it did bring him to the center due east and Asian countries often.

Mike was worried about his progress with sortie. What if she suddenly got the nerve to go to the cops and he was halfway around the globe. Sigh it was a risk he would have to ask sort of. He called a flower workshop and arranged for one disconsolate carnation to be delivered to her every day at dissimilar times through Saturday at different plaza, her doorstop with no note no vase, outside the police station on the basis, even left at her bus stop, random places to take a shit it appear he had his eye on her.

When it was time he left to fulfil the dry cleaners at Sally's apartment, just in face she was successful in going to the copper he need it all cleaned he made for certain the sheets were changed out with ace he had bought on the way and took all the bedding on the bed to a cleansing agent close by where she could pick them up. When he came back to supervise the cleansing agent and to add television camera to the house. His vantage point was just at his picayune apartment, but had blind muscae volitantes and he wanted to be able to delay 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.
sally had decided to go to the pig and when the work day was done, there was no more than mansion of blue flowers 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 chasten choice she got off and proceeded to walk the light distance. She had convinced herself that he would let no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no cause. Once in the station the cop could drive care of this right ? There were fingerprint. There was evidence, this would turn out.

She rounded the corner to the main entrance and started up the straw man stair, when she saw it. A single blue carnation with a greenback taped to it. She stopped dead in her cart track, No ! There was no way ! With shivering steps she approached the clove pink laying on the ground and picked it up and flipped it over to see the note. In the same handwriting it simply said :

Are you making a good decision, pet ?

wisecrack walked quickly back down the stair with the carnation and note in hired hand. She was on the wand of binge, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her head was screaming. She leaned against the building and told herself to just pass off, she threw the carnation down on the ground. When she got herself under ascendence she started to think, he could take left that this good morning, he knew where she lived, where the closest police post was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the police force could aid right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

fountainhead there was only one way to observe out so Sally got her nerve up again and walked into the police place and asked to speak with someone, preferably a female cop. They asked her to fill out forms, but she insisted on public speaking to a noblewoman cop first. The world-class cop seemed bothered but went to see who was usable. The door opened and sally glanced back taking in the bike messenger waking in. Her fondness skipped a beat and her breath seemed to leave her when she saw, he was carrying a blue carnation. The courier rang the Bell and waited with his paperwork setting the bloom on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to breathe. He Knew ! Sally mustered her courage.

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

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

"Who is this to ?"

"The post"

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

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 rest home not really registering the base on balls back to the bus halt 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, he would just come after her. Entering her flat things seemed dissimilar. She looked around and there was a naughty carnation in the keep room with a note.

wisecrack, I took the autonomy of having the place cleaned professionally. You may cull up your old blanket and sheets at the cleanser indicated on the receipt tomorrow, in the meantime I have provided new ones for tonight. delight do behave yourself between now and then.

crack was too exhaust mentally from the wholly trial by ordeal to even be mad, she made dinner and went to bed too soon and done in by all that had transpired.

Mike had in fact been watching the totally clip. He saw Sally drop dead the police post the first time then enter it again. The bike messenger had been sitting by his car waiting instructions and when she went in the second clip. mike gave the bike courier the distinction and flower and told him to get a signature and to put the vase down close to the girlfriend with the wag facing her. He had wanted there to be no dubiety in her thinker who the flower was from. He was disappointed his first base message had not hit home, he thought that the first one would be enough. The messenger reported what had happened and got paid for his clock time and a nice tip, Mike was relieved she had not talked to the bull, even though he had taken care of the possibility. It was disappointing to him that the courier was needed at all. He was not surprised, just determined that the example he taught would be learned. He needed to buy at for his next sojourn and plan it out. He had planned on stretching the training out, but he thought maybe he needed to speed up his plans.

Today was Monday, pick up was on Thursday, and they needed 24 hours between landing and flying again so they would leave Tonight, fly into wed., quietus, pick up lading Thursday, fly home plate, deliver load, home, rest. Depending on how wear out he was on Saturday he may look in on her without her cognition. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a month off to expend with Sally. They had former transportation experts, but he had a sure reputation with the more difficult unity, they always came into the institute meek and quiet after 24 hr with Mike. It made the Institute's job easier.

The escape over was uneventful, and microphone checked on wisecrack through the cameras he had set up. There were several times 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 slept and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the constitute time a Mercedes drove into the hanger with. Mike wondered absently if it was bullet proof which seemed to be the new matter with this class of guest. The driver got out and opened the room access behind his and the node emerged. As he walked toward mike the driver was going around to the former position. The hubby seemed protective of his charge seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between Mike's phone line of mess and the vernal charge he had yet to see.

"how-do-you-do, I am Badi ,. I am grateful you will be accompanying my endearing wife. I do ask that you please be measured. The man who wanted her, is very tempestuous, I do not know what he will do."

"We will do our best to preserve her good, and bring her cover to you an educated and all-around woman."

"Yes of course, she will not stimulate any trouble but there is one thing."

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

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

"Ah thanks for the headway up. She will be fine. mike motioned over the female gang member who was also Persian. He had her delay for his signal by the plane as business was done by the male first then the females came when called.

"Shiva here will be with your young bride, she will search her, and when we board it will be her and Azar who will run to her. Both daughter are Farsi, and sleep with Farsi, and have been trained at the institute so they will be able to serve questions."

Badi seemed pleased at this extra arranging, there was a cause he asked for Mike, he had heard stories of the other car transporter, Mike was all commercial enterprise. He waved his script without turning around. Quickly the child and the device driver appeared at his side.

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

Switching to English Badi then turned to Mike"microphone, Shiva this is my bride please be careful with her."He patted the girl's head much like a father would and gently pushed her toward Shiva.

The charwoman introduced herself to both in their language and took the deal of the miss. The two went off to the side of meat and Varisha checked her for arm then they boarded the planer. Mike hung back with the husband to allow the ladies time to get settled and to do any live minute questions. After goodbye were said Badi singled the driver. Swiftly the door to the back rump opened and Badi climbed in.

On the aeroplane mike let Qamar sit in a different subdivision of the sheet so he did not make her so anxious, she seemed ready to make off if he looked at her, so he wanted her to make relaxed. He left purchase order that only female member of the gang were to near her and to make sure she slept, slipping her a drug if requisite.

She was obviously high strung. As it turned out once mike left her lonely and all the men disappeared she seemed to relax and even talk to the women a bit, soon drifting off to sleep. Again he checked on Sally when the clock time changes were objurgate 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 chalk that was expert she had to be thinking about him then.

The flight was placid 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 uneasy, but not obnoxious. microphone wanted to calm her down, but figured there was not lots he could do being a male, and given her fosterage so he left her alone and the misstep from the aerodrome was very tranquility. He texted the Institute to let them sleep together they were on their way.

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

The instructor had a separate offstage when they were off obligation so microphone went to his room first, and was in luck.

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey microphone ! You on a delivery ?"

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

"Hey I get paid for being a bastard and fucking adult female, it's a estimable life."Oren laughed

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

"I got a projection coming up, a customs duty job for me. I just taught her some basics, but she needs more sentence. Besides her basement suite is not done being built yet."

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

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

"Man mike we used to share them all."

"Yeah call me sentimental."

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

"Why not mail her here ? We can get her obedient in no fourth dimension while your cellar is being built."

"Oren, I like the idea game I like watching them struggle with their new realism and coming to terminus with it in one defeat after another, that I am their new universe. I want my own special touch, my protagonist and I don't want anyone else touching her money box I say."

"Poor girl, your cutaneous senses 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 fit myself with some new objects I saw in the depot and then hop a carpenter's plane home, I got ta confirmation on my project. ``

"All right, well maybe following time."Oren missed training girls with microphone. They made a good tag squad.

mike spent clock time at the store going over the grimness of crack's transactions and picking out just the mightily methods of penalization. By the time he was done he was excited about the succeeding weekend with his project.

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

Once at his basis of operations, Mike slept, checked on sallying forth, she was asleep, but her bedroom light was on….nightmares perhaps ? Mike knew that was probably true, but wished there was another way to get inside a person's head. They seemed to always give birth nightmare. On the way from the airport he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few carnation here and there in the apartment just to earn for certain she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a time for atonement. He was going to instruct her who was in charge on Friday. Mike went shopping for nutrient and other odds and ends to make sure he was ready .