The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got dressed quickly for the ‘ launching date ’. Neither one of the participant knew ahead of time that they had already met their dinner date. That was my own lilliputian jest, at to the lowest degree it was funny in my mind. When I told Jill about it, I got a Brobdingnagian eyeroll and a handshake of her head.

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

I stayed conservative in my dress. I wore a inadequate sleeved collared shirt and a brace of nice denim. Jill wore a denim skirt and a cute blouse, that I wanted to take off her as it highlighted her beautiful contour.

We went to Heidi Longmire's home first. I decided to do that for rubber understanding. If they don't hit it off or she feels uncomfortable then he wouldn't know where she lived. Since she is an federal agent for the FBI, she had access to information about him that he probably didn't even make love was available.

When we got to Heidi's family, I got out and went to the nominal head door. It was a nice clean theatre. The grand was mowed, and she had a cute niggling flowerbed against the front veneer of the house. One matter I did notice was that she had no large trees. She had a couple of bushes but no great trees.

I rang the doorbell and heard her yell,"handgrip on, I'm coming,"she said. Of course, in my head, the joke of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the front of my pudden-head brain. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the door and the deadbolt before she opened the door.

When she did unfold the front room access, there stood before me a beautifully thin athletic charwoman. She was wearing a duo of wearing apparel dungaree and a skillful blouse. In my straits, I didn't know what was going on, but I wouldn't mind seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a match of minutes to mesh the front end door back up, including the deadbolt.

"You can never be too careful,"she said to me putting her key into the deadbolt curl.

"There, all locked up. Shall we go ?"Heidi says to me.

I put my arm out for her to grab onto and we walk down her walkway to the limo. Fred has the door undefendable and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in first then me. Since I wasn't sure if Heidi knew my married woman or not, I did introductions.

"Jill, this is factor Heidi Longmire, but this night she is just Heidi Longmire,"I say causing Jill to again move over me an eye coil. However, it did get a giggle from Heidi. I thought to myself, ahh a new hearing for my ridiculous jokes.

"Heidi, this is my gorgeous wife, Jill,"I say. They both exchange pleasantries.

Fred shuts the door and off we go. Heidi's FBI curiosity is starting to show.

"So how do you love that I'll like this guy ?"She asks.

"Um, let's claim it a hunch,"I tell her trying to be cagey, but she is a professional inquisitor, so I must watch my step.

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

"Well, he has two eyes, one nose, and a pair of lips,"I tell her as I see Jill's middle roster again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might throw seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two eyes you say ? That must make him special. Any other feature of speech you care to ploughshare ?"She asks obviously playing along.

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

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

"Heidi, tell me, how strong is it for somebody like yourself, a Union soldier agent to witness someone to sustain a relationship with ?"Jill asks.

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

"I guess you can't just go to a bar and pick up mortal for a one-night base, can you ?"Jill asks.

"Sure, you can if your stupid person. You never know when you will run into soul that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can narrate you that they will always spot you before you spot them. It does make things difficult, that's probably why so many agents date and marry early federal agent,"she tells us.

"Would I be out of bounds to say your job can be a lonely job ?"I ask.

"Absolutely. Unless you have a close radical of masses that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way thing are going these days, it only gets more difficult, which is why I chose to gamble on you asking me out. You are high profile and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at least I'll get a meal paid for. The last appointment I ended up paying for the meal because his soon to be ex-wife had canceled all his deferred payment bill and emptied their bank bill. It variety of puts a damper on what should suffer been a nice evening,"she says.

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

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

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

Patrick opens the door. There is a KO'd silence from both people. They both look at me as if I've just grown two heads.

"Saint Patrick, I would like to introduce you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would wish to introduce you to Patrick Meyers"I say smiling.

I guess to trifle along, Patrick reaches his hand out and shake Heidi's deal.

"C'mon guy rope, let's have a dainty night. No talk about what has happened, tonight you aren't an FBI agent, got it ?"I ask her. She shakes her head yes. Patrick still looks confused.

"OK, guy cable here's the deal. I had intended to introduce you two before the solid thing with aurora happened. There was no way to avoid you guys meeting, so I just kept my mouth shut. We can end this right field now if you two don't want to go any further, but I think you two will hit it off,"I say to both.

"David, how do you make love that we'll hit it off ?"Patrick asks.

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

They look at each other, shrug their articulatio humeri and proceeded to head to the limousine. St. Patrick must hold back and go back to the straw man door to interlock the top bolt ringlet.

"There, its'all locked up now,"he says.

"That's what she did and said when I picked her up,"I tell him.

"Well, obviously she cares about place security Jacques Louis David,"Patrick says to me.

We get to the limousine where Fred is standing stoically with the back door open. Patrick lets Heidi get in first, then I shove him in and climb in behind him.

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

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

Saint Patrick says,"Jill, it's Nice to converge you. I do receive a doubt for you,"he says to Jill.

"Go ahead,"

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

"well, I kind of have to since I married the fuckhead,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Patrick to laugh.

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

When we arrived at Longhorn's Steakhouse, Patrick's oculus lit up.

"Hot damn, I love this place. I haven't been quite a while, but their nutrient is terrific. Heidi, what do you intend of this place ?"He asks all smiles and full of muscularity, which made me emanate just a bit. Now if we can get Heidi to joke around a bit then maybe the evening will go well.

As the four of us were walking into the eating house, my phone bombination.

"darn David, you work as lots as we do,"St. Patrick says to me.

I look at the schoolbook subject matter. It 's from Dakota"Plane ready for tomorrow for a trip to Seattle. Will we be staying over or coming home tomorrow night ?"

I think about it for a present moment then text her that hopefully, we will be returning home tomorrow night, but very late.

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

The hostess tells us that there's about a half hour delay for a tabular array for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there bechance to be four keister together at the bar. Saint Patrick and I pull the tail out for the ladies then we take the outdoors two seats. The barmaid, a long-haired brunette with thinly supercilium and green eyes ask what we want for drinkable and do we need an appetizer while we wait.

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

"How about just a nice glass of wine. Maybe a Cabernet ?"she says to him.

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

Patrick orders a Cabernet Sauvignon for Heidi and a dark beer for himself. I society a merlot for Jill and a snow for myself.

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

"No, not really,"I tell him.

"Anyone want to order an starter ?"I ask.

No one seems all that interested in having an starter at the bar.

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

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

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

"Yep, I grew up in a minuscule town called San Giambattista Marino. We lived in a small home on Lope Felix de Vega Carpio street. I screwed around in high schooling and graduated with a C+ norm. I really had no intentions of going to college. I took care of all the cleanup in the house since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodwork, cabinetry mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an accounting firm. Since I did all the cleanup at our home, it was an easy bounce to starting my own line of work, cleaning other people's dwelling,"Patrick tells us.

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

"About 8 years now. Until the thing the other day, I was considering trying to expand the business towards Beverly J. J. Hill. You got me thinking about potential customer I'm leaving on the board since your dwelling house is the merely one that my fellowship takes concern of,"Patrick says to us.

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

"wellspring, I don't rue not going to college. Yet, all those political party that you see on TV, I would have liked to attend one or two, but alas I chose to act upon instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law schooling, did you get uncivilised and softheaded ?"Patrick asks.

"Wild and crazy ? No, not at all. I had my view set on where I wanted to be and thus, I kept my nose to the ledger. I don't think I was even invited to a college political party, let alone go to one,"she says after another long sip of her wine.

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

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

"wellspring, if she's military and you're a restaurant guy, how did you two meet ? Did she come into your restaurant and it was love at starting time mass ?"He says to me.

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

"I took a job learning to be a chauffeur at Happy, Happee limousine and Jill was my trainer. Although I was dating someone else when we first met, it didn't guide very long for Jill to have her way with me,"I say laughing. Jill gives the big eyeroll causing Patrick and Heidi to laugh. I get poked in the costa for the joke.

Our little coaster buzzes telling us that our table is cook. We get up and channelise back to the hostess pedestal. I hired hand her the buzzing matter and she takes the four of us to a nice table towards the rachis of the eating house's main floor.

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

As the hostess hands us the fare's she tells us that the specials for the Night are inside the menu. We thank her and she heads back to the hostess stand.

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine-colored. I order up another glass for the ladies, another beer for Saint Patrick and another coke for myself. I also Holy Order an starter for the tabular array. It 's my usual cheesy stuffed mushroom cloud, I tell our guests that it's one of the things that I love about Texas longhorn. The waitress smiles at the appetizer order and straits off.

Jill sees some sort of salmon salad at the table succeeding to us and decides to order it. Heidi looks over at the Saami mesa and decides to order it as well. Of path, Patrick and I are going to order steaks. I figure you don't go to a chophouse and not lodge steaks, just seems wrong.

When the waitress comes back with our appetiser order, she offers to subscribe our dinner order. She asks first if the account will be assort or all together.

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

Patrick, being a gentleman, order Heidi's dinner then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak steak with a baked spud fully loaded, a house salad with ranch dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of scorched potato soup which she says they make a wonderful version of that soup.

Jill likes the idea of a cup of soup as well. I rescript her Salmon salad along with a cup of the baked white potato vine soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak, medium rare, baked potato fully loaded and a salad with thousand islands dressing and redundant tomatoes and no onion plant. We were all smiling when the waitress left the board with our order.

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

"Jill, would you like to enjoin the write up, or have me do it ?"I ask her smiling.

"Oh, I'll let you tell the storey, you seem to revel in it,"she tells the tabular array, smiling the entirely time.

"Patrick and Heidi, on our second Night working together, one of the other driver's was in a horrible traffic fortuity. We had longtime clients arriving and the starter sent us, the closest limo to go pluck up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the private jet area of the aerodrome. We didn't have the proper car to pick them up and didn't have plenty clock time to get to the office and swap cars, so we just went to the airport. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up adjacent to their jet and I jumped out and put their luggage into the trunk. I stood by the rachis door and Bob and Melanie got into the car. As we were going, I turned around and apologized to the Jaxsons telling them that their common chauffeur was in a bad accident. I also apologized for not having the correct vehicle for them and made the determination to generate them the help for free. Jill asked if we needed to hold on at a Walgreen's for Melanie Jaxson as she was nauseated from a tempest that the jet flew through. We got them to their hotel. Bob Jaxson pulled me aside and told me that if I decide to move up in the world, he's got a position for someone like me,"I tell them.

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

"Wait a minute, you got $ 2800 as a tip from Mr. and Mrs. Jaxson ?"Heidi asks.

"Yes, we did. It wasn't long before I called Bob Jaxson and well, the rest is history,"I tell them,

"St. David, you said you were dating individual else when you met Jill ?"Heidi asks.

"Yep, sure was. I spoke to the lady that I was dating, her name was Tina. I knew that we weren't going anywhere in our family relationship. We just broke it off. The very night we broke it off, Jill was in an auto stroke. She tried to shout our foreman, who didn't resolution. She tried to promise a closing curtain friend, who also didn't answer. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at City Hospital. I raced across town to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what exam way she was in. I ran through the hall and burst into the test elbow room. There was the most beautiful, and pathetic looking woman I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the narration. Of course, Jill was playfully shaking her principal no through half the story.

"Hey, my news report, I tell it my way,"I say to Jill who just smiles and lagger me again in the ribs.

"Well, they had her hopped up on pretty severe pain medicinal drug, what was it again dear, morphia ?"I asked.

She just nodded her psyche yes.

"That's when she declared her undying beloved for me and we've been together ever since,"I tell them. Again, I get the big eye whorl from Jill which makes me laugh.

"And now I'm stuck with him like gum on a shoe,"Jill says to Saint Patrick and Heidi.

Our food arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

As we begin to eat our dinner party, St. Patrick asks,"David and Jill, how do you like being in charge of a multinational company such as Jaxson, Inc. ?"

Jill answers first,"Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am thankful that my helper has a right head for Book of Numbers. David pirated her away from a Mercedes dealership because they weren't treating her right wing. Here she was selling David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to make her credit for selling one. She went on the test drive with David and he made her a job pass. She didn't accept until she was sure that they were going to chouse her over and not generate her the full delegation,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to comment on our Job at Jaxson Inc. a person tapped me on the shoulder from behind me. I turned to see young lady, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one night a pair of weeks ago who stayed at the house for three days.

"hullo, do you remember me ?"She asks.

"Of course, I do Missy, how are you ?"I ask her.

"girl, you remember this is my wife Jill. And these are two friends, Heidi and Patrick,"I tell her, hoping that she won't say anything that Jill and I will have to explain.

"David, I got a new cell phone. Let me cave in you my new phone identification number, so when you have another company at your house, you can remember to invite me,"she says smiling. In my head, that wasn't too bad of a statement that I would throw to explain.

She writes her phone telephone number down on a guest check, kisses me on the face and heads off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the unanimous time.

"Um, David, do random womanhood just total up to you and move over you their speech sound number and a kiss before trying to take in themselves to one of your parties ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill answers,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever imagine. He gets women pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a rock star topology and we just live in his macrocosm,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a especial nervus facialis grammatical construction and then just kind of accept that answer.

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

"Heidi, Missy got invited to a party we had several weeks ago by a champion of a champion affair. She had a great time. We had several single bozo and I think she may sustain collected just about every single guy's speech sound telephone number at the party. She sent me a card a week or so later telling me it was one of the best company she had been to in a longsighted, longsighted time,"I tell Heidi.

"The life sentence of a CEO,"Saint Patrick says.

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

I know that no issue how full Jill is, she's a sucker for the caramelized sugar apple stampede. Patrick asks Heidi if she would like to break open their chocolate stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

I place the afters decree for Jill and I and Patrick orders for Heidi and him.

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

"Geeze David, that's kind of personal don't you think ?"Jill says to me.

"Um, no not really. It's just a question,"I say to her.

Heidi goes first,"No, no ex-husbands. I dated a guy for a prospicient time, but he took a job in another city and well, we just haven't been in tactile sensation since he moved. What about you Patrick ?"she asks.

"Nope, no X. I too dated a cleaning lady for a while and now we aren't dating because I spend too a great deal time trying to take charge of my customers,"he tells Heidi.

The waitress comes back to the board with our desserts. I see Jill's optic light up seeing the caramel apple dessert. As Jill and I get to share the afters, I notice that Heidi and Patrick have basically forgotten about Jill and me and take off chatting and feeding each other. I am smiling from ear to ear, all the piece being poked in the costa by Jill.

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

After about 15 moment or so, the waitress delivers me the bridle. I put my deferred payment notice on the top of the little book, and she takes the whole affair. Jill and I just sit there watching St. Patrick and Heidi be well-disposed but very close to being knowledgeable. In my head, I hit it out of the park on this one.

Jill and I begin a conversation about me heading to Seattle in the morning with Dakota.

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

"well, again we have dominion managers in the restaurant group that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a total of thirty 60 minutes when they know that we expect them to make 45. I've reviewed all the potential promotes just in guinea pig I end up cleaning the house,"I tell Jill.

"Do you expect to rest overnight, or will you return tomorrow night ?"Jill asks.

"Well, right now I'm expecting to come menage tomorrow Nox. I'll text you or have Dakota call you if things change,"I say to Jill. She nods her nous in acceptance.

As Jill and I are just chatting, Patrick and Heidi suddenly become self-conscious that they have been having their own private piddling conversation.

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

"No worries Guy, that's what this was all about. For you two to take on under relaxed destiny and maybe, just maybe you two would hit it off,"I say to them.

"Of class, if you marry and have lots of infant, then I get all the credit,"I say to them laughing. Once again Jill gives me the big eyeroll and a poke in the ribs. Patrick and Heidi laughter as well, although neither one says anything to my commentary about marriage and babies.

We all four get up from the board and brain out. When Fred sees us coming out of the restaurant, he brings the limo over to the front door. He stops the car, opens the vertebral column door and we all get in. At this breaker point, the wine-colored has taken ahold of the char as they are giggling and laughing.

"Are we through for the night or would you guys like a nice slip down to the beach or along sundown Strip ?"I ask.

"St. David, while this has been one of the respectable nights that I've had in quite a longsighted fourth dimension, I do take in work in the dayspring. So, unfortunately, I must shout out it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to take Saint Patrick home first then we will drop off Heidi. I see them direct their phones out and commute phone phone number. Jill looks at me and smiles, my stupe plan worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limo foreland towards Patrick's place. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm voicelessness in my ear to let her take the air him to the straw man threshold.

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

Heidi walks pensively down the walkway to the limo, where Fred has the door open waiting for her.

She gets in and gives me a spry smack on the impudence as she scoots by me to her seat.

"Thank you, David, this has been a terrific eve. I think that Saint Patrick and I are going to try and maybe sports meeting for a of late chocolate or a sweet one night this week,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. I am so very well-chosen that my stupid plan worked and two the great unwashed who work their ass off may now have a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his stupid ego. If you and St. Patrick become good friends or hellhole fan, then David will have got a story about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned,"she says laughing the totally sentence she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently happy my small program worked.

When we got to Heidi's house, Fred holds the door open for Heidi. I get another osculation on the impertinence as she's getting out of the limo. Jill and I watch her walk to her straw man door where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the doorway and gets in the driver's seat to take us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the necessary buttons to unfold the gate, He stops the car by the social movement doorway and net ball Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the court and drumhead back towards the limousine return key for the car. I figure that Fred has about one more time of day of work. He'll return the limousine, get in his Mustang and repulse it over here and park it in the garage with everyone else's vehicle.

Jill and I go inside. We see several the great unwashed either in the kitchen or in the TV way. They all ask Jill how the non-date engagement went. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a good match. She kisses me and tells me that she loves me and hopes that I know she is just teasing.

"Of path, I know you're just teasing me. That's what married span do my dearie,"I say to her.

I see Dakota sitting in another of my Theodore Harold White tee shirts. I lean over her, snog her on the brass and tell her that I figure we should leave about 11 or so to head to the airdrome. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is set. I kiss her again and tell her good night. Jill and I head down the hallway to our bedchamber.

I pull my backpack out to call for with me just in fount. I also put a twain of boxers and a tee shirt in the backpack.

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

CHAPTER 3

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

Once I was through with the cascade, I went and got dressed. I grabbed my phone off the charger, grabbed my billfold, and my keystone.

I was kind of excited as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the sleeping room to the kitchen. Most of the morning grouping are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit surprise as John only seems to be eating a bowl of cereal.

As each of the ma'am'head toward their fomite, the kitchen thins out. Dakota pours me a chicken feed of pineapple juice and buss me before she sits down with her cup of coffee.

I see that someone left the TV on and I hear that the weather condition in Seattle will be showery. I remind Dakota to be sure enough to add her cute raincoat and her skid proof shoes. She tells me that she already has them side by side to her overnight bag at the front door. She gets up and saunters over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her cute ass on my lap causing me to lead off to get severely. She feels me and wiggles her ass a little more.

In my nous, I figure since the flight time is a couple of hours, her and I will probably fiddle a bit in the jet.

As Saint John finishes his food grain, he gathers his own backpack and mind towards his truck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking John to retard down as she wants to get a cup of coffee to shoot with her. He just laughs and says he'll wait in the motortruck for her cute ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how a great deal John has matured over the yesteryear few months and I think that he needs a new projection to work on, however, I'm not sure what the conquer projection might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID confirmation project. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the towers that we bought back to in force precondition. Paula is working on keeping the three limo companies running smoothly. Donna has the birdsong sum firing on all cylinders. BJ is helping Jill on their stock conversion project. Danni is handling the front receipt field just fine now that she is getting a dejeuner break. Tina and her Mom in Phoenix are feeding me good intel on the two buildings that we have bought down there. And, of form, Dakota is being the best assistant possible. Amy is running the firm and keeping affair in check. The two chefs are making everyone well-chosen with their top-quality cooking. The porn Twin Falls and the CG boy are doing a nice job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a daemon, trying to hold on things going in the pornography industry. Belinda is now seeing individual in the industry and that is fine with me. Yet, I have no idea what to do with John. He does everything that I ask him to do, yet it just seems in my headland that he could be doing something more.

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

I looked at my cellphone and saw that I missed a schoolbook message from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a marvelous evening and said that she and Saint Patrick have a coffee date in a couple of nights. This made me smile. I texted her back that I was happy that they both hit it off well.

I headed back down the hallway to get a phone charger to pack with me, just in case. As I came out of my sleeping room, my darling Dakota was coming out of hers. Mom also came out of her bedroom, but not with Fred.

"Mom, where's Fred ?"

"He's getting a limo to take you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to pick me up a muffuletta from that wonderful Italian restaurant,"she tells me.

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

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

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limo. Once again, Fred stood with the back door loose. I tossed our traveling bag into the tree trunk and got into the back. Dakota came out and before she got into the limo, she kissed Fred on the cheek.

As she got into the limousine, I swear that she wiggled her ass towards Fred, but maybe I was just imagining that. She got in, kissed me on the impertinence and sat right wing next to me. Since she was in her usual topographic point, next to me, I felt her hand on my cock almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get hard with her hand stroking me. In just moments, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably slow dealings, I felt her unzip my fly and Fish out my now knockout cock. Her mouth and mouth surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the lance and oral sex of my humanness. I gently put my hand on the back of her oral sex. She swallowed me as she has done many times before. I just laid my head back on the seat as she bobbed her head up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her body up to be sideways on the limousine buns. I gently pulled her boxers aside to discover her moist pussy. Inserting two fingers into her, I could experience her mouth tighten around my stopcock swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two fingerbreadth inside of her pussy, I used my quarter round to rub small circle on her clitoris. This made her moan on my cock. I thrust it as deep into her mouth as I could get. She swallowed my manhood as far as she could take it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her throat. She kept bobbing her head up and down. As I kept pushing my fingers into her pussy with rash abandon, she began moaning more and more on my humanity. I felt her getting wetter and wetting agent. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a third, then a fourth part finger's breadth inside of her and jabbing in and out repeatedly. My bridge player was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her first pinnacle,"OH GAWD dada, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I'M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU,"she says to me as I feel her pussy spatter my hand and wrist.

She swallows my cock once again, but not until I feel her delicious puss muscle spasm around my hired man again. As her body does this, I feel my own soundbox approaching its orgasmic tip,"GAWD tinker's dam DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU more than THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a congius of my man succus into her accepting mouth. I pull my hand from her pussy and lick the tasty orgasmic juices off it.

She just grinning at me and snuggles her heading into my chest as the limousine keeps moving towards the airport. Soon, Fred puts the privacy partition down a couple of inches to let us know that we are only about two moment away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two minutes pass, Fred pulls the limo up next to the jet and gets out, opening the trunk first. I take both bags and put four $ 100 bills into his shirt pocket, even though he tries to politely go down the tip. I thank him for his voiceless work and remind him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

Dakota climbs the steps into the jet, and I follow her. I stow the two handbag in the overhead compartment, and we settle down onto the couch.

The hatchway threshold finish and the copilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her cute picayune shortstop and fishes my cock out of my pants and impales herself on me as we accelerate down the runway and into the air. I have to say, that Dakota's pussy going up and down on my manhood as we went down the runway was quite the amazing feeling.

It didn't take Dakota long before I felt her hit her first orgasmic peak. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronco. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the couch poking my cock as cryptic into her as I could get. I put her modest ankles over my berm essentially bending her in one-half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her pussy splash my hammer and balls over and over again.

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

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

As we finish cumming with each other, Dakota and I uncouple. She pulls her cute shorts back on and I pull my pants back up. She snuggles into my chest. I begin kissing her and she responds. I stretch out on the couch and she lays on top of me, just wrapping her munition around me and pulling herself tightly into my organic structure. We exchange our ‘ I love you'and just lay all entangled on the sofa.

"Dakota, I'm at a loss. I don't know what task to open John. He is doing well, but he seems to need something to do,"I tell her.

"Let him be me for a week,"she tells me.

"Huh ?"I say.

"John has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to anticipate what you need. Let him handle you. I will be available to him, via sound at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your assistant for a unanimous week. This will give us a effective read on how he is doing,"she says to me. I pull her into me, and we kiss passionately. Once again, Dakota has come up with a perfect solution. I know that I'm going to have a go at it her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my dick hardening once again.

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

"fountainhead, I'll probably be thinking of my Daddy the full calendar week. Who knows, I may even show up at the war hawk just to take advantage of my dad in his government agency, one never knows how my judgment works,"she says to me before we again kiss each early passionately.

I feel her delightful piffling hands shedding my pants once again. She sheds all her dress this metre and spins around putting her tasty pussy over my waiting mouth. I begin to lick and soak up her pussy swallowing every drop of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, swallows my toilsome cock.

As I'm thrashing and sucking her pussy, I move deeper and get down licking and sucking on her dickhead. I thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I can realize it go. She roars with another sexual climax blasting through her body. I sit up and draw in her around to face away from me. I spread her ass cheek and jabbing my humanness into her anal cavity. She moans as we begin to hurtle up and down on each other. Her physical structure is splashing my crotch with her womanly succus. She cums over and over onto me. I just hold open thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just moans and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her small lithe body onto my stopcock over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my crotch with her slit juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a while. The fender comes onto the speaker unit and lets us know that we are just a few minute of arc from landing. I hear the landing geared wheel curl into seat. Dakota and I decouple and begin to pick ourselves off with the towels that we have in the overhead cabinet towards the back of the plane.

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

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

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet adopt a downward Angle as we approach the rail. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her weapons system around me as the wheels touch the paving of the runway.

"pop, maybe we can find mortal to play with for the ride home,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a beneficial approximation, but I probably could have dialed up young lady to take the trip with us. But we'll see how affair play out.

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

Once we are parked, the copilot opens the hatch and extends the stairs down to the ground. I grab both of our bags and espouse my darling Dakota down the steps to the limousine. The number one wood takes the udder puts them in the tree trunk as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I hand the device driver the number one district role that I want to inflict. She thanks me for having an address ready and she heads towards the territory office.

It takes about half an hour to get to the address. When we arrive, the chauffeur parks the limo where I ask, away from the door to the dominion spot. Dakota and I get out of the limo, each with our pelting attire on, plus she has her cute non-slick rain kick on making her flavor cute.

We walk to the front threshold of the territorial dominion office. I open the door and let Dakota step inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she call for a seat. I begin to take the air through the room, without anyone even saying a Logos to me. When I get to the rear of the room, I ask a gracious looking dame if there is anyone that I could mouth to. She asks me what it would be about.

"fountainhead, I just walked through the entire dominion office and no one even asked me what I was doing, until I reached you,"I said to her.

She asks me to sit down at her desk and she will get me, someone, to mouth to. She gets up and promontory towards a twosome of guys chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

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

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

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

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

"Ok, so your Jacques Louis David Greene. Who is that ?"he asks.

"Read the whole bill,"I tell him.

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

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

"Oh, yeah, grim. We don't get many visitant here,"he tells me.

"Can you put together all the territorial dominion manager that are here into one conference way please,"I say.

"Um, Mr. Greene, it's almost 2 pm, we head home at 3:30,"He tells me.

"Not today you don't,"I tell him.

"Now, if you would please meet all the district manager in a conference way,"I tell him.

He decides to shout it across the room,"Everyone, all the district handler are to steer into a conference way right now please,"I hear voicelessness of ‘ what's going on'? and ‘ Who's this guy ?'

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

I stride into the league room ; Dakota follows me and she sits in a chair in the corner with her supporter 's notebook out.

"hi, I'm David Henry Graham Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. The very company that owns this ship's company. Department of Energy everyone here understand who I am ?"I ask.

I get pretty practically unison in a cocksure pass nod.

"wellspring, at to the lowest degree I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the important outcome. We are a restaurant group. Which means that we work when our client are not working. doe everyone see that ?"I ask.

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

"How many 60 minutes a week do you each work ?"I ask.

Silence in the room.

"Would you say that you work the required 45 hours a calendar week ?"I ask.

Again, silence.

"Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 time of day a workweek and before you begin to argue with me, I had paysheet pull up your timecards and all of you come into work about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That's a totality of 6 60 minutes per day clock time 5 solar day a week equals 30 hour,"I tell all of them. I see kayoed silence since I included that I had payroll pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your muteness, that you don't disagree with my math. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will come into the situation at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an hour for lunch. You are not allowed to leave at 4:30 pm and phone call that last time of day your lunch. I also, expect each of you to lick one Saturday a month. In lieu of the Saturday, you will get Tuesday off. dame and gentleman's gentleman, we will work for a living and we will be available to your general managers. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 hours a hebdomad, then you might want to pass this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

"I have seen a continual declivity in our boilers suit performance. Can anyone excuse to me why all of our numbers have dropped ?"I ask the way not really expecting an answer.

"Because we haven't been doing our jobs that well,"a youth man from down the table says to me.

"Please explain,"I say to him.

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

"I'm sorry, I don't have it off your name,"I say to him.

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

"Mr. Inigo Jones, what are the act for your dominion ?"I ask, wondering if he really knows his district or if he's just trying to gleam me on.

"Well, my district sales are flat to last year, however, we have two eatery that are in a state of convulsion as they are shortly staffed with at least two key direction people missing. We also have one of those restaurants, in a roadwork area. The urban center of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the work will last until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be longer than that as they didn't even get started until three weeks ago. Also, we have two restaurants, that are severely short-staffed, and I have put an ad in the paper and on the local job display board sites. We need at least a dozen production line cooks and server in those two restaurants,"he tells me. I'm really imprint with this guy. He knows where his district's numbers are and is will to blab out openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Jones'district numbers.

"Mr. Jones, I also see that your Guest check average is the highest in the food market. Your managers have more tenure than anyone else in the grocery store. You came through the system of rules starting as a subscriber line Captain James Cook and are now a district manager, being the General Manager of the year last year. You are well liked by your managers and they tell me in the quarterly sight that when you step into the restaurant, you will bound in where needed to help the faculty,"I say to him, in front of the other district coach.

Once again, there is muteness. I point to someone else and ask the same question,"What are your district's numbers ?"

"Um, they're OK. aught extra. I have a span of good eatery, and a couplet of eating house that need some help, But we'll get better with time,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"Dean McMillian,"he tells me.

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

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

"Does anyone else have any information about their territory ?"I ask the way.

No one says a word.

"That's what I thought. So, here's my new plan. We the elision of Mr. Jones, everyone here is on a 90-day action plan. Either fix your territory or detect a new job,"I say to the room.

Two sets of keys are tossed into the middle of the table and two guys stand up and begin to walk out.

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

"Anyone else want to toss their key into the nub of the table,"I say. However, I see another two guy wire that appear to be considering it. One of them stands up and says,"Yeah, I'm not going to bust my ass only for you to toss me out the doorway in 90 days,"he says as he tosses his paint into the center of the board and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just continue on stepping out the front door.

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The room is silent.

"Ok, then where would I recover Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Williams ?"I ask. Mr. Jones excuses himself and walks out into the chief room of the district position. He goes to three desks that have woman sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled expression on their face.

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

"gentlewoman, there have been three openings in our district for three new handwriting hopefully hard-working territory director. Are all three of you unforced to pack on the job of being a district manager ?"I ask.

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

"No, I'm not kidding. Are you three uncoerced to contract on the three districts that have just come unresolved ?"I ask again.

They look at each former and nod their read/write head yes.

"OK, well, here's the new convention. Your work schedule will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five 24-hour interval a calendar week. However, one Saturday a month, you will bring that Sabbatum and take Tues off instead,"I tell the three ladies.

"You will mould 45 hours a week, at a minimum. You should know your numbers at any meter of the day or Nox. You should have your handler being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a manager tree in my back M, so it is up to you to keep your restaurants fully stocked with manager,"I tell them.

"Oh, and one more thing, don't be afraid to chute in when you go to one of your restaurants and they are myopic staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unannounced visits from clip to time. I expect that your restaurants will be running well, no thing if I'm there visiting or not. Take charge of your staff and your customers and things will get improve,"I tell them before I thank them for their time and leave.

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

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limo, I script the chauffeur another slip of theme. This one is an address for a dominion office outside of the city of Seattle, in a town called Kirkland. It is a suburbia of Seattle. The trip from the get-go territory federal agency to the one in Kirkland takes about half an hour. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her waterproof and non-skid rainfall boots.

When we get there, a nice young lady, about college age stops me at the front line doorway and ask whom I'm here to see. I hand her my line plug-in. She gets up and drumhead over to a valet at a desk only a couple of rows back from her. She hands him my business batting order. He gets up and adjusts his attire before he comes over to me.

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

"No, no promulgation. Is it possible to get all the district managing director in a conference room ?"I ask.

The gentleman nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to steer to a league room in the middle of the backward wall.

I join them all. Dakota takes a seat in the turning point of the room.

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

No one speaks.

I point to a young peeress and ask her epithet and her numbers for her district.

"My name is Rosita Gonzalez. I've been a territory manager for just over a twelvemonth, however, I've been working here for about 6 years now. My district is doing OK. We are having bang-up node deterrent norm. Our handler have been in space for at least one year or longer. We are fully staffed at the restaurants, however, a brace of the restaurant need some physical repair, such as booth seats and flooring in a couple of spots. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to seduce it more convenient to the carryout order as we are all over the place. The staffs all work hard and only one of our whole is having an result with roadwork in their area, causing subject with parking and accessibility,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her territorial dominion's number up and she is right on with all the information. I see that the last health department inspection mentioned the split booth tail, which I promise to help oneself her get fixed.

I announce my new design for the territorial dominion managers docket. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hr already, which makes me glad. The simply genuine variety is to add the one Saturday a calendar month and receive them take the following Tuesday instead. No one seems to out of place about it. I am well-chosen with the results of this district. I thank them and will the dominion office.

I tell the chauffeur to head back to the jet, which she heads towards. The drive through the traffic takes us about an hour to get to the jet. The entire time we are driving, the rainwater continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limo by the step and opens the trunk for us.

I hired hand her three $ 100 bills for a tip. She tries to decline, and I put them in her hand and fold her hand closed. We take our grip up the stairs and into the plane. She starts the limousine and drives off.

Once again, we sit on the put together. However, this sentence, we keep our clothes on.

"Daddy, we didn't find anyone to fetch base,"Dakota says to me.

"No, we didn't, but why don't you call Missy and have her come over to the sign of the zodiac tonight,"I say to her. She wrinkles her cute nozzle at me but pulls out her phone and dials up the number.

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

The flight rest home was uneventful. Dakota slept on my chest almost the entire trip. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limousine. We grabbed our bagful and walked down the steps. Fred took both of our travelling bag and put them into the luggage compartment. He closed the door behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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