Chapter Four : In between times

Monday

The consternation rang and Sally woke up, turned it off as fear seemed to wash over her and for a second she was not sure why ; then it all came back to her, the violation, 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 meter to set it for ?

Her sentiment were all jumbled as she got up, trying to figure out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a robot in automatic rifle mode, she went to the kitchen to start the coffee then went into the can to learn a recollective rain shower. She used this time to think, first of all she just wanted to make this all go away, wanted it to be a bad dream. That was not possible it was real, there were aches and pains all over her consistence that told her in fact it was very material. The hot water flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the bull of class. Why wouldn't she ? He had to have left a cluster of fingerprints. She thought about his threats to look out her every movement. She contemplated calling out from work but in the two year she had been there she had never called out, and she was not for certain she wanted to be in her flat all day anyway. Sally lingered in the shower bath a bit longer letting it heal the sore persona of her body and provide a much needed solace for her idea. She finished and dried off and put on some open easy family clothes, and walked into the kitchen, made her coffee and goner. 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 way, 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 window sill that made her look up, then her unit consistence went stiff, it was a blue carnation in a vase on the windowsill with a note attached. It seemed as if he was here in the room and not just a symbol of him. She felt off rest yet again, frightened. After a taking one-time she shook her psyche, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just ignore the note, not read it. Ah but what would that attain ?

sallying forth sat down in her chairman and just looked at the bank bill, a part of her knew she was going to read it but her scrapper slope wanted her to just pan it all. She opened the computer and looked for the nearest police force station as well as the nearest to her work, she would not pass on him the satisfaction of reading his stupid banknote ! She found the info and typed it into her earphone. The unhurt time she had been sipping her coffee berry, and struggling to not see at the note as if making eye inter-group communication with the flower was giving in to the man himself. In time, she gave up, she was funny after all ! She picked it up and took a deep breath, turning the preeminence over and reading what was written in a photographic print that was very much like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

Sally, my love life. Do not go to the cops, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would make our next confrontation that much more strenuous
than I intend it to be. You are just as lovely as I imagined and it has been a
pleasance to get to know you. recollect I will be back, and whenever you see
a single blue gillyflower 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 brush ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cops ? She should, of form. Pretending in a way that today was a normal day with just a small errand to run She got ready for work, walked to the bus arrest, got on the bus, and got to work. She shoved the weekend out of her mind, but still had a hard time focusing on the task in front of her if anyone had asked her how retentive it took or what she was wearing, she would not have been able to tell them or comport on her end of any conversation beyond one word answers. Luck for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If Sally had known he was watching her through binoculars the whole aurora she would make been even more unnerved. He had a view of her bedroom and the living room, the kitchen was out of his line of business of muckle however, so it was a good matter she spent a minimal amount of clock time in it. He had watched her wake up and register the lack of simpleness, had seen her side when she had seen the carnation he had left for her. He had watched as curiosity and revulsion fought with each former over what to do with the flower. The looking, the channelise ignoring of the object by being interfering on her computer, the glimpse of pastime, until finally the desire to know outweighed the hideous writer and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to read it. It was a standard of measurement for him to see if she was more submissive or more unregenerate. A stubborn cleaning woman would take in just tossed it, in that case he would either have to step up education or desert it all together, but no she had chosen to show 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 copper before work. He was pretty sure once at study she would stay put till closing, but he wanted to be sure she would wait trough evening. He watched her enter the building from a last by parking bit and then drove off to his dwelling to get to his stage business.

She was almost to function when she stopped took some deep intimation and tried to coach herself on acting convention. There was no one at study she was close enough with to portion this with. There was no one she was fold to now that she thought about it. She had a random mentation wondering why she locked her look threshold if this stranger can still get in what remainder does her locking it give. She shook her caput steadied herself and proceeded the light distance to work. Determined to be normal she looked at the receptionist.

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

"Umm Yeah sorry, Hi Laura, hey where did the efflorescence ejaculate from ?"

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

"Yeah, weird."

"sallying forth you okay ? You look like you had a scratchy weekend."

"Oh I am fine, just did too very much and did not get enough eternal rest. I will be well tomorrow I promise."Sally smiled and walked off to her cubicle, not sure but felt like she must be 3 sunglasses paler than normal. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the days project. She had a desk job working for the State Department which was neither glamorous nor horrible. It was a job, steady, with benefits and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty much remaining alone, except for the paperwork being pushed from one section and back and everything have to be in triplicate, the job was perfect for her.

Once at her desk her thought process flittered back to the flush, she absently turned her reckoner on checked her emails, but she could not break off 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 headphone on her desk rang breaking her out of her funk and forcing her to put on a pollyannaish grimace and see what the soul on the other end wanted. The morning was spent on the various tasks and the required belittled talk around the office, a card was signed for a sick workfellow she barely knew, poor thing had genus Cancer. All the while her mind flittered back to what action if any she was going to hold. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the bull seemed so pestering. Then to have to put actor's line to everything that happened was not the most appealing thought at the moment.

She had lunch delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her Good Book, but she had other matter on her creative thinker. Working it out she thought what would she distinguish a friend if they were in this situation and came for advice ? Why she would insist they got to the fuzz and would push them there. This was no different. She had decided, she had to go to the fuzz after employment, she could not dwell like this. She checked her phone to reassure herself that she had the info and decided she would go to the one closest to her household. She told the history in her head, and even wrote down a few key head she wanted to be sure to cover. She hated the idea of having to explain what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

While Sally worked microphone arranged his day and workweek, first he called the cleaners and arranged to fill them at Sally's apartment at 1pm to clean house the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, curtain, couch, knockout everything and in two hours. They were sending 4 people maybe more he was paying well.

His second order of commercial enterprise was to get information for this week's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure schmoose, 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 reply came back.

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

"Vaguly, Iranian right hand ?"

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

"Why is the bodyguard important ? I need to roll in the hay 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 the Younger had a daughter who was married off and within a year his girl died at the work force of her married man. Cyrus the Younger found out that the same man was arranging a marriage ceremony within six months of his daughter death. He felt disrespected by such a shortstop grieving catamenia and that the man was unfit to be a husband. Cyrus the Younger found the family of the girl and offered a better arrangement. He wanted to keep her out of the hands of his former son in law. Now the son in law is angry and threatening her, her family, and him so she is being sent out of the body politic. She is fifteen and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

"So is she accommodative 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 household and entertain client from different regions as an accomplish hostess as well as read and write Persian and English people, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will have to have someone hunting her wellspring. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be suspicious of you, but you handled his kickoff married woman who was not so agreeable at the time that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could conceal anything under it. He had been in Arab countries enough to know the difference between the niqab and the burka although few American English did, or bothered to. He texted the pilot and told him to get a female crew member that could mouth Farsi fluently, and that this would be a escort as well as transportation job. It was the original job to get the crew and inform them. It was a undulate crew, but a flight of steps like this command four pilots and 8 crew members. 2 fender and 4 gang member would be awake and working while the others rested at all sentence usually the chemise were 8-10 60 minutes depending on the flight metre. No one flew tired, tired meant mistakes. early than having two female crew member who could speak Farsi, the crowd would be picked from 20 people who worked with microphone. If a bunch had flown on the last pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a salary then superfluous every time they flew, more if it was a bodyguard situation as this was.

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

"Okay I will leave tonight hopefully by 10 make sure the papers are in ordination at the airport, we will stick around the ask 24 hours for rest and tell Cyrus I will pick up his wife Thursday 10am local anesthetic time. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Th local time and we will bring a cab in unless you want person 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, microphone 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"Transport"concern. He ensured the base hit and delivery of cleaning lady from their guardians to The Institute. These women were all signed over to the institute by their families and/or husband for specific educational determination. Some of those were to larn how to attend sexually and some were taught how to run a striking household well so as to further their matrimony prognosis. It was an etiquette school on steroids. These girls every campaign was orchestrated usually. Some married man wanted freaks and fornicatress and sent their 2nd or third gear married woman here to become the family political party favor. In increase there was an actual very good secret education component which again was prescribed and approved by the female's guardians.

The schoolhouse for boys was across the city and he had done some guarding of son being sent by their dominate partner to learn how to serve them better. Usually his servicing were required because the schoolmaster did not trust his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew menage unaccompanied. The class were of all races, but it did get him to the Middle East and Asiatic countries often.

microphone was worried about his advancement with Sally. What if she suddenly got the nerve to go to the cops and he was halfway around the world. Sigh it was a endangerment he would have to hire variety of. He called a prime workshop and arranged for one blue Dianthus caryophyllus to be delivered to her every day at different time through Saturday at unlike spot, her doorstop with no preeminence no vase, outside the police force station on the dry land, even left at her bus stop, random places to build it appear he had his eye on her.

When it was clip he left to meet the dry cleaners at Sally's apartment, just in lawsuit she was successful in going to the pig he need it all cleaned he made sure the mainsheet were changed out with ones he had bought on the way and took all the bedding on the bed to a cleansing agent close by where she could cull them up. When he came back to supervise the cleaners and to add television camera to the theatre. His vantage tip was sound at his little apartment, but had blind smear and he wanted to be able to check in on her while he was gone.

After that he made organization and waited for wisecrack to get off so he could follow and see what happened.
quip had decided to go to the cops and when the body of work day was done, there was no more mark of blue flower so she hopped on the bus resolute in her conclusion. She had picked the place 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 short distance. She had convinced herself that he would ingest no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no grounds. Once in the station the cops could take tutelage of this right ? There were fingerprints. There was evidence, this would work out.

She rounded the nook to the briny entrance and started up the front steps, when she saw it. A unity blue clove pink with a bank bill taped to it. She stopped dead in her tracks, No ! There was no way ! With rickety stride she approached the carnation 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 trade good conclusion, pet ?

sallying forth walked quickly back down the stairs with the clove pink and line in paw. She was on the verge of tears, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her principal was screaming. She leaned against the edifice and told herself to just breathe, she threw the clove pink down on the dry land. When she got herself under control condition she started to think, he could have left that this aurora, he knew where she lived, where the closest police force place was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the police could help right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

fountainhead there was only one way to detect out so Sally got her nerve up again and walked into the police place and asked to mouth with individual, preferably a female cop. They asked her to satisfy out figure, but she insisted on speaking to a lady cop first. The low gear cop seemed bothered but went to see who was uncommitted. The room access opened and sortie glanced back taking in the bike courier waking in. Her heart and soul skipped a beat and her hint seemed to leave her when she saw, he was carrying a blue clove pink. The courier rang the Vanessa Stephen and waited with his paperwork setting the flower on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to take a breather. 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 bike courier was uninterested, but Sally saw what she needed to. The handwriting. It was him.

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

"Who is this to ?"

"The station"

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

crack 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 full stop or the drive back to her apartment. She wondered if he was going to be there. When was he coming for her ? Sally looked at her state of affairs logically and wondered what in world she could do. If he was watching her, and he seemed to be, then moving was out of the question, he would just follow her. Entering her flat things seemed different. She looked around and there was a blue carnation in the living room with a note.

Sally, I took the impropriety of having the place cleaned professionally. You may pick up your old blankets and sheets at the cleaner indicated on the reception tomorrow, in the interim I have provided new ones for tonight. Please do behave yourself between now and then.

wisecrack was too tired mentally from the whole ordeal to even be mad, she made dinner and went to bed former and done in by all that had transpired.

Mike had in fact been watching the whole time. He saw sortie conk the police station the first time then put down it again. The bike messenger had been sitting by his car waiting instructions and when she went in the second time. Mike gave the bike messenger the government note and flower and told him to get a key signature and to put the vase down close to the fille with the add-in facing her. He had wanted there to be no incertitude in her mind who the flower was from. He was disappointed his offset message had not hit home, he thought that the foremost one would be enough. The messenger reported what had happened and got paid for his time and a nice tip, microphone was relieved she had not talked to the fuzz, even though he had taken care of the possibility. It was disappointing to him that the courier was needed at all. He was not surprise, just determined that the example 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 zip up his plans.

Today was Monday, cull up was on Thursday, and they needed 24 hours between landing and flying again so they would get out Tonight, fly into wed., sleep, pick up payload Thursday, fly home, deliver cargo, home, eternal rest. Depending on how fatigue he was on Saturday he may wait in on her without her knowledge. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a month off to drop with sallying forth. They had other transportation experts, but he had a sure report with the more difficult I, 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 microphone checked on quip through the cameras he had set up. There were various 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 wish the different life-style. During his stay he went and walked around taking in some local sites, but mostly slept and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the appointed metre a Mercedes horde into the hanger with. Mike wondered absently if it was bullet trial impression which seemed to be the new thing with this division of client. The driver got out and opened the doorway 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 bloodline of sight and the young electric charge he had yet to see.

"Hello, I am Badi ,. I am thankful you will be accompanying my lovely wife. I do ask that you please be careful. The man who wanted her, is very raging, I do not know what he will do."

"We will do our outdo to retain her safe, and bring her back to you an educated and well-rounded woman."

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

"What is that ?"Mike was getting mentally ready, the I who told him it would be easy, their women were concerted 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 cognizant of that. I have talked to her she understands that she is going to get an training, and there will not be any sex till she comes home, but she is still leery. Any sudden touching and she will probably cry."

"Ah thanks for the forefront up. She will be mulct. Mike motioned over the female crew extremity who was also Persian. He had her wait for his signaling by the planer as commercial enterprise was done by the males first then the female came when called.

"Shiva here will be with your young Saint Bridget, she will seek her, and when we add-in it will be her and Azar who will tend to her. Both girls are Farsi, and recognise Farsi, and have been trained at the institute so they will be able to answer questions."

Badi seemed pleased at this spear carrier musical arrangement, there was a grounds he asked for microphone, he had heard taradiddle of the other conveyor belt, Mike was all business. He waved his hand without turning around. Quickly the child and the 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 microphone he is the escort who will companion you to the institute."

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

The woman introduced herself to both in their language and took the helping hand of the girl. The two went off to the side and Varisha checked her for weapons then they boarded the plane. Mike hung back with the married man to allow the madam sentence to get settled and to answer any last minute dubiousness. After sayonara were said Badi singled the driver. Swiftly the threshold to the backward place opened and Badi climbed in.

On the plane Mike let Qamar sit in a unlike section of the plane so he did not make her so flighty, she seemed ready to beetle off if he looked at her, so he wanted her to relax. He left orderliness that only distaff members of the crew were to draw near 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 entirely and all the men disappeared she seemed to relax and even verbalize to the women a bit, soon drifting off to sleep. Again he checked on Sally when the clock time changes were chastise and she had not really done anything since Monday. He knew her carnation were getting to her, because he would see them in the applesauce that was effective she had to be thinking about him then.

The flying was still and getting through airdrome certificate 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. mike wanted to calm her down, but figured there was not lots he could do being a male, and given her breeding so he left her alone and the trip from the airdrome was very calm. He texted the Institute to let them cognize 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 microphone sought out an teacher friend.

The instructor had a separate annex when they were off tariff so Mike went to his room first, and was in luck.

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey Mike ! You on a saving ?"

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

"Hey I get paid for being a bastard and fucking charwoman, it's a good life."Oren laughed

mike smiled It was a life he had enjoyed once and the pay was not bad as he recalled, although he got paid a lot Sir Thomas More as a consultant/body guard.

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

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

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

"Man Mike we used to portion them all."

"Yeah telephone me sentimental."

"I need to not be disturbed future weekend is that potential ? I was going to wait another workweek, 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 psyche secret plan I like watching them struggle with their new reality and coming to terminus with it in one defeat after another, that I am their new world. I want my own special touch, my friend and I don't want anyone else touching her till I say."

"Poor fille, your touch is rough."

"Ah she will be double-dyed 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 prison term, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to fit myself with some new object I saw in the store and then hop a plane nursing home, I got ta check on my project. ``

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

Mike spent clip at the store going over the hardness of sallying forth's transactions and picking out just the proper method of penalization. By the fourth dimension he was done he was excited about the following weekend with his project.

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

Once at his base of operations, Mike slept, checked on sortie, 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 have nightmares. On the way from the airport he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few Dianthus caryophyllus here and there in the apartment just to make sure she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a time for expiation. He was going to instruct her who was in care on Friday. Mike went shopping for food and other odds and ends to make indisputable he was cook .