The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got dressed quickly for the ‘ origination date ’. Neither one of the participant knew ahead of fourth dimension that they had already met their dinner appointment. That was my own short joke, at least it was funny in my header. When I told Jill about it, I got a huge eyeroll and a shake of her head.

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

I stayed Conservative in my apparel. I wore a unretentive sleeved cop shirt and a twosome of nice jeans. Jill wore a denim skirt and a cute blouse, that I wanted to take off her as it highlighted her beautiful contour line.

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

When we got to Heidi's firm, I got out and went to the movement room access. It was a nice clean household. The pace was mowed, and she had a cute little flowerbed against the front facing of the household. One affair I did notice was that she had no vauntingly Tree. She had a couple of George Herbert Walker Bush but no large trees.

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

When she did give the breast door, there stood before me a beautifully svelte gymnastic cleaning woman. She was wearing a pair of dress denim and a squeamish blouse. In my foreland, 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 twosome of transactions to lock the front doorway 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 room access open 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 Agent Heidi Longmire, but tonight she is just Heidi Longmire,"I say causing Jill to again give me an eye roll. However, it did get a giggle from Heidi. I thought to myself, ahh a new audience 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 bed that I'll like this guy ?"She asks.

"Um, let's song it a intuition,"I tell her trying to be cagey, but she is a professional interrogator, so I must look out 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 rim,"I tell her as I see Jill's eyes roll again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might have seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two eyes you say ? That must make up him special. Any early characteristic you care to portion ?"She asks obviously playing along.

"wellspring let's see, yeah, he puts his drawers on one leg at a time and he wears skid,"I say to her causing her to laugh.

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

"Heidi, tell me, how grueling is it for person like yourself, a Federal Agent to find someone to stimulate a relationship with ?"Jill asks.

"Well, it's toughened. You start off just like every former confluence. You try to parry telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extreme point or the other. Either they want to severalize you their Police connectedness, or for some reason, they hate the Law Enforcement way that you work for. Then you must keep an eye out that you're not being followed from the berth to your home or your neighborhood,"Heidi tells us.

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

"Sure, you can if your pudden-head. You never know when you will run into someone that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can differentiate you that they will always recognise you before you spot them. It does spend a penny things unmanageable, that's probably why so many agents appointment and marry other agents,"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 group of people that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way things are going these Day, it only gets more unmanageable, which is why I chose to take a chance on you asking me out. You are high profile and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at to the lowest degree I'll get a repast paid for. The last date I ended up paying for the repast because his soon to be ex had canceled all his recognition placard and emptied their savings bank news report. It kind of puts a damper on what should have been a nice evening,"she says.

I feel for her. I went through some of those date before I met Jill and I am thankful every night that night she was my flight simulator 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 unhurt walk to the door.

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

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

"Patrick, I would care to acquaint you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would care to introduce you to Patrick Meyers"I say smiling.

I guess to wager along, Saint Patrick reaches his hand out and shakes Heidi's hand.

"C'mon guys, let's have a nice dark. No talk about what has happened, tonight you aren't an FBI factor, got it ?"I ask her. She shakes her head yes. Saint Patrick still looks confused.

"OK, guys here's the good deal. I had intended to premise you two before the altogether thing with Aurora happened. There was no way to quash you bozo coming together, so I just kept my sass shut. We can end this right 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 sleep with that we'll hit it off ?"Patrick asks.

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

They look at each early, shrug their articulatio humeri and proceeded to head to the limousine. Saint Patrick must intercept and go back to the front end room access to mesh the top deadbolt lock chamber.

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

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

"wellspring, obviously she cares about plate security David,"Patrick says to me.

We get to the limo where Fred is standing stoically with the stake door open. Saint Patrick lets Heidi get in first, then I shove him in and raise in behind him.

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

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

Patrick says,"Jill, it's Nice to meet you. I do have a question for you,"he says to Jill.

"Go ahead,"

"How do you put up with this guy's loggerhead antics ?"Patrick asks Jill.

"Well, I kind of wealthy person to since I married the dumbass,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Patrick to laugh.

The ride to the eating house went smoothly as Fred knew a brusque cut on a one-way road that saved us hitting three additional dealings lights.

When we arrived at longhorn's steakhouse, Saint Patrick's eyes lit up.

"Hot damn, I love this place. I haven't been quite a while, but their food for thought is tremendous. Heidi, what do you opine of this place ?"He asks all smiles and full of energy, which made me breathe out just a bit. Now if we can get Heidi to jest around a bit then maybe the evening will go well.

As the four of us were walking into the eating place, my phone bombilation.

"hoot David, you work as much as we do,"Patrick says to me.

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

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 wait for a table for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there happen to be four seats together at the bar. Patrick and I pull the seats out for the noblewoman then we take the outside two rump. The barmaid, a long-haired brunette with cut eyebrows and K heart ask what we want for drinks and do we want an appetiser while we wait.

Patrick ask Heidi,"Do you have a taste for a deglutition ?"

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

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

Patrick orders a cabernet for Heidi and a colored beer for himself. I edict a merlot for Jill and a coke for myself.

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

"No, not really,"I tell him.

"Anyone want to orderliness an appetizer ?"I ask.

No one seems all that concern in having an appetizer at the bar.

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

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

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

"Yep, I grew up in a low townsfolk called San Marino. We lived in a small place on Lope de Vega street. I screwed around in gamey schoolhouse and graduated with a C+ norm. I really had no intent of going to college. I took charge of all the cleaning 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 cleansing at our home, it was an loose bound to starting my own business, cleaning other the great unwashed's homes,"Patrick tells us.

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

"About 8 years now. Until the affair the other day, I was considering trying to expand the business towards Beverly J. J. Hill. You got me thinking about potential difference customer I'm leaving on the table since your home is the merely one that my companionship takes care of,"Saint Patrick says to us.

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

"Well, I don't rue not going to college. Yet, all those parties that you see on TV, I would have liked to wait on one or two, but alas I chose to work instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law schooling, did you get wild and crazy ?"St. Patrick asks.

"Wild and crazy ? No, not at all. I had my sights set on where I wanted to be and thus, I kept my nose to the account book. 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.

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

"Nope. Jill is a Marine and I spent to the highest degree of my grownup life working in the eating house line of work,"I tell them.

"Well, if she's military and you're a eating place guy, how did you two satisfy ? Did she do into your restaurant and it was get laid at low gear sight ?"He says to me.

"She was my trainer at the limo company,"I tell them, which gets a duet of odd look from Patrick and Heidi.

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

Our little coaster buzzes telling us that our board is set. We get up and head back to the hostess stand. I paw her the buzzing thing and she takes the four of us to a courteous table towards the back of the restaurant's main floor.

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

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

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine-colored. I club up another glass for the noblewoman, another beer for St. Patrick and another coke for myself. I also fiat an appetizer for the table. It 's my usual cheesy stuffed mushrooms, I tell our guest that it's one of the affair that I love about Longhorn. The waitress smiles at the starter fiat and read/write head off.

Jill sees some sorting of Salmon salad at the table succeeding to us and decides to order it. Heidi looks over at the same mesa and decides to order it as well. Of course of action, Patrick and I are going to order steaks. I figure you don't go to a steakhouse and not order steaks, just seems wrong.

When the waitress comes back with our appetizer purchase order, she offers to take our dinner party order. She asks first if the bill will be separate or all together.

"Ma'am, the broadside will be all together, and I will pick out it,"I tell her fashioning sure that Patrick or Heidi don't try to pay for the meal.

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

Jill likes the idea of a cup of soup as well. I lodge her Salmon salad along with a cup of the sunbaked potato soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak, medium rare, baked potato fully loaded and a salad with chiliad islands dressing and supernumerary tomatoes and no Allium cepa. We were all smiling when the waitress left the board with our order.

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

"Jill, would you like to recount the story, or have me do it ?"I ask her smiling.

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

"Patrick and Heidi, on our second Night working together, one of the other driver's was in a horrible traffic stroke. We had longtime guest arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the closemouthed limo to go pick up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the private jet surface area of the aerodrome. We didn't have the proper car to pick them up and didn't have enough clock time to get to the office and swap cars, so we just went to the drome. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up succeeding to their jet and I jumped out and put their baggage into the bole. I stood by the stake 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 usual chauffeur was in a bad accident. I also apologized for not having the correct fomite for them and made the decision to give them the service for relinquish. Jill asked if we needed to stop at a Walgreen's for Melanie Jaxson as she was nauseated from a storm that the jet flew through. We got them to their hotel. Bob Jaxson pulled me aside and told me that if I decide to displace up in the man, he's got a attitude for someone like me,"I tell them.

"Are you going to tell them about how you got a $ 2000 tip from them that nighttime and I only got $ 800 ? You sit there and New World chat with them and I do all the employment, 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 arcminute, 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,

"David, you said you were dating someone 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 kinship. We just broke it off. The very night we broke it off, Jill was in an automobile accident. She tried to call our boss, who didn't answer. She tried to call a tight acquaintance, who also didn't solution. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at City hospital. I raced across townspeople to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what examination room she was in. I ran through the hallways and burst into the exam way. There was the most beautiful, and pathetic looking womanhood I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the narration. Of course of action, Jill was playfully shaking her head no through half the story.

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

"fountainhead, they had her hopped up on pretty grievous pain medication, what was it again earnest, morphine ?"I asked.

She just nodded her head yes.

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

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

Our food arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

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

Jill solution first,"Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am thankful that my assistant has a good head for numbers. David pirated her away from a Mercedes dealership because they weren't treating her right hand. Here she was selling David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to give her deferred payment for selling one. She went on the test drive with David and he made her a job go. She didn't accept until she was sure that they were going to have sex her over and not give her the full commission,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to notice on our occupation at Jaxson Inc. a soul tapped me on the shoulder from behind me. I turned to see young woman, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one Nox a mates of weeks ago who stayed at the home for three days.

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

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

"young lady, you remember this is my wife Jill. And these are two admirer, Heidi and St. Patrick,"I tell her, hoping that she won't say anything that Jill and I will make to explain.

"David, I got a new cell phone. Let me give you my new phone number, so when you have another party at your firm, you can remember to ask over me,"she says smiling. In my brain, that wasn't too bad of a statement that I would give birth to explain.

She writes her headphone identification number down on a guest balk, kisses me on the cheek and heads off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the whole time.

"Um, David, do random woman just fall up to you and give you their phone number and a kiss before trying to invite themselves to one of your company ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill reply,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever imagine. He gets cleaning woman pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a rock star and we just live in his globe,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a particular facial reflection and then just kind of accept that answer.

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

"Heidi, Missy got invited to a party we had several week ago by a friend of a friend thing. She had a big time. We had several single guy rope and I think she may own collected just about every 1 guy's telephone set number at the company. She sent me a card a week or so later telling me it was one of the considerably parties she had been to in a longsighted, yearn time,"I tell Heidi.

"The life 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 evacuate plates off the table, I ask to see a dessert menu. Patrick's eyes light up, but the ladies seemed rather full.

I know that no matter how full Jill is, she's a fall guy for the yellowish brown apple stampede. Patrick asks Heidi if she would wish to break up their chocolate stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

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

I decided to ask the singular question,"So, have either of you been married before ?"which gets me a playful slap on the shoulder joint from Jill.

"Geeze Saint David, that's variety 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-husband. I dated a guy for a farsighted time, but he took a job in another city and well, we just haven't been in hint since he moved. What about you Saint Patrick ?"she asks.

"Nope, no exes. I too dated a woman for a patch and now we aren't dating because I spend too much time trying to hire care of my customers,"he tells Heidi.

The waitress comes back to the table with our afters. I see Jill's heart light up seeing the caramel apple dessert. As Jill and I get to share the dessert, I notice that Heidi and Patrick have basically forgotten about Jill and me and start chatting and feeding each former. I am smiling from ear to ear, all the patch being poked in the ribs by Jill.

I lean in and kiss my gorgeous wife, licking the small soupcon of caramelized sugar off her lips.

After about 15 minutes or so, the waitress delivers me the check. I put my credit circuit board on the top of the petty Holy Scripture, and she takes the whole thing. Jill and I just sit there watching St. Patrick and Heidi be friendly but very close to being intimate. In my head, I hit it out of the commons 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.

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

"Do you expect to stay overnight, or will you turn back tomorrow night ?"Jill asks.

"Well, right now I'm expecting to come place tomorrow night. I'll text you or have got Dakota telephone you if affair change,"I say to Jill. She nods her oral sex in acceptance.

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

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

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

"Of course, if you marry and have lots of babe, then I get all the credit,"I say to them laughing. Once again Jill gives me the big eyeroll and a poke in the rib. Saint Patrick and Heidi laugh as well, although neither one says anything to my comment about matrimony and babies.

We all four get up from the table and head out. When Fred sees us coming out of the eatery, he brings the limo over to the front door. He stops the car, opens the back up door and we all get in. At this percentage point, the wine-coloured has taken ahold of the women as they are giggling and laughing.

"Are we through for the dark or would you guy like a Nice trip down to the beach or along Sunset Strip ?"I ask.

"Saint David, while this has been one of the dear nights that I've had in quite a long metre, I do accept work in the morning. So, unfortunately, I must call it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to consume Saint Patrick household first then we will drop off Heidi. I see them pack their telephone set out and switch over sound numbers. Jill looks at me and smiles, my stupid plan worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limo heading towards Patrick's place. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm whisper in my ear to let her walk him to the front door.

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his front door and they kiss. Not one of those I'm going to fuck your brains out osculation, but a nice adult end of the eventide first off appointment kiss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

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

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

"Thank you, David, this has been a grand evening. I think that Patrick and I are going to try and maybe sports meeting for a late umber or a dessert one dark this workweek,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the black eye. I am so very well-chosen that my pudden-head programme worked and two people who work their ass off may now have a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his dazed ego. If you and Saint Patrick become full friends or hell buff, then David will receive a story about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned,"she says laughing the whole clock time she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently felicitous my little program worked.

When we got to Heidi's star sign, Fred holds the threshold undefended for Heidi. I get another osculation on the boldness as she's getting out of the limo. Jill and I watch her walking to her face threshold where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the doorway and gets in the number one wood's fanny to take us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the necessary buttons to spread out the gate, He stops the car by the front man doorway and lets Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the court and heads back towards the limo comeback for the car. I figure that Fred has about one to a greater extent hour of workplace. He'll return the limousine, get in his Mustang and force back it over here and park it in the garage with everyone else's vehicle.

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

"Of course of instruction, I know you're just teasing me. That's what married couples do my darling,"I say to her.

I see Dakota sitting in another of my White tee shirts. I lean over her, snog her on the nerve and distinguish her that I figure we should bequeath about 11 or so to head to the airport. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is prepare. I kiss her again and tell her dependable dark. Jill and I head down the hall to our bedroom.

I pull my backpack out to take with me just in sheath. I also put a pair of boxershorts 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 early and kiss for a spell before we drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When my center opened in the dawn, only Jill was in bed with me. I slipped out of bed and headed into the bathroom for my morning rite and a shower.

Once I was through with the shower, I went and got dressed. I grabbed my phone off the charger, grabbed my wallet, and my Key.

I was kind of excited as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the bedroom to the kitchen. about of the morning group are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit surprised as St. John the Apostle only seems to be eating a bowl of cereal.

As each of the madam'oral sex toward their fomite, the kitchen thins out. Dakota pours me a glass of Ananas comosus succus and kisses 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 rainy. I remind Dakota to be sure to bring her cute raincoat and her sideslip validation brake shoe. She tells me that she already has them side by side to her all-night bag at the front door. She gets up and stroll over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her cunning ass on my lap causing me to begin to get toilsome. She feels me and wiggles her ass a little more.

In my head, I figure since the flight time is a couplet of hour, her and I will probably play a bit in the jet.

As John finishes his cereal, he gathers his own backpack and heads towards his motortruck in the service department. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking John the Evangelist to slow down as she wants to get a cup of coffee to take with her. He just laughs and says he'll wait in the truck for her precious ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how much bathroom has matured over the yesteryear few months and I think that he needs a new project to puzzle out on, however, I'm not sure what the appropriate project 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 salutary condition. Paula is working on keeping the three limo troupe running smoothly. Donna has the Call center firing on all cylinders. BJ is helping Jill on their Malcolm stock conversion task. Danni is handling the front reception area just ticket now that she is getting a tiffin break. Tina and her Mom in capital of Arizona are feeding me good intel on the two buildings that we have bought down there. And, of course, Dakota is being the full helper possible. Amy is running the household and keeping things in check. The two chefs are making everyone happy with their top-quality cooking. The smut twins and the CG son are doing a courteous job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a demon, trying to keep things going in the porn industry. Belinda is now seeing someone in the industry and that is all right with me. Yet, I have no thought what to do with John. He does everything that I ask him to do, yet it just seems in my straits that he could be doing something more.

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

I looked at my cellphone and saw that I missed a textbook message from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a grand evening and said that she and Saint Patrick have a coffee date in a span 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 hall to get a earphone charger to take 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 limousine to carry you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to pick me up a muffuletta from that wonderful Italian eatery,"she tells me.

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

Dakota told me that the limo was expected to be here in about 15 minute of arc or so. I sat down on the couch in the living room to just think about John and delay for the limo. When I saw it force 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 limousine. Once again, Fred stood with the back door clear. I tossed our grip into the 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 limo, I swear that she wiggled her ass towards Fred, but maybe I was just imagining that. She got in, kissed me on the boldness and sat correct next to me. Since she was in her usual place, next to me, I felt her hand on my prick almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get tough with her hand stroking me. In just moments, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably slow traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and fish out my now punishing rooster. Her lips and mouthpiece surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the ray and caput of my manhood. I gently put my hand on the back of her head. She swallowed me as she has done many times before. I just laid my fountainhead back on the fanny as she bobbed her head up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her body up to be sideways on the limousine seat. I gently pulled her shorts aside to queer her moist pussycat. Inserting two fingers into her, I could feel her mouth tighten around my cock swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two fingerbreadth inside of her pussy, I used my pollex to rub trivial circles on her clit. 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 slit with reckless abandon, she began moaning Sir Thomas More and more on my humanity. I felt her getting wetter and wetter. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a one-third, then a fourth finger inside of her and thrust in and out repeatedly. My mitt 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 splash my hand and wrist.

She swallows my hammer once again, but not until I feel her Delicious pussy spasm around my hired hand again. As her torso does this, I feel my own body approaching its orgasmic point,"GAWD darn DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU Sir Thomas More THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a gal of my man succus into her accepting mouth. I pull my mitt from her pussycat and clobber the tasty orgasmic juices off it.

She just smiling at me and snuggles her drumhead into my breast as the limo support moving towards the airdrome. Soon, Fred puts the concealment partitioning down a span of in 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 following 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 decline the tip. I thank him for his firmly work and remind him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

Dakota climbs the whole tone into the jet, and I follow her. I stow the two cup of tea in the overhead compartment, and we settle down onto the couch.

The hatchway threshold finis and the co-pilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the rail. Dakota sheds her cunning little boxers and fishes my turncock 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 starting time 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 cast poking my cock as cryptical into her as I could get. I put her modest ankles over my shoulders essentially bending her in half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her pussy splash my hammer and bollock over and over again.

Her eye were rolling into her head as I was thrusting hard into her."OH dada, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME smell SO WONDERFUL WHEN YOU'RE oceanic abyss 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 days, but what we are both feeling right now is about the most amazing that I've felt in a couple of weeks, including my prison term with Ronda.

As we finish cumming with each former, 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 lounge and she lays on top of me, just wrapping her arms around me and pulling herself tightly into my torso. We exchange our ‘ I love you'and just lay all entangled on the couch.

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

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

"Huh ?"I say.

"John has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to look for what you need. Let him care you. I will be available to him, via telephone set at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your supporter for a unhurt week. This will give us a soundly 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 pure result. I know that I'm going to fuck her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my tool hardening once again.

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

"Well, I'll probably be thinking of my papa the entire workweek. Who knows, I may even render up at the Hawk just to learn advantage of my papa in his post, one never knows how my mind works,"she says to me before we again kiss each other passionately.

I feel her delightful slight deal shedding my pants once again. She sheds all her dress this time and spins around putting her tasty puss over my waiting mouth. I begin to bat and sop up her pussy swallowing every drop curtain of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, swallow my hard cock.

As I'm licking and sucking her pussy, I move deeper and start up licking and sucking on her arse. I thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I can prepare it go. She roars with another sexual climax blasting through her body. I sit up and pull her around to confront away from me. I spread her ass cheeks and poking my manhood into her anal cavity. She moans as we begin to throw up and down on each early. Her organic structure is splashing my crotch with her womanly succus. She cums over and over onto me. I just keep back thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just moan and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her minuscule lithe physical structure onto my dick over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my crotch with her pussy juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a while. The pilot comes onto the speaker and lets us know that we are just a few minutes from landing. I hear the landing place gear ignition lock into billet. Dakota and I uncouple and begin to clean ourselves off with the towels that we have in the operating expense cabinet towards the backbone of the plane.

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

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

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet take a downward slant as we approach the rail. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her arms around me as the wheels touch the paving material of the rail.

"Daddy, maybe we can find someone to recreate with for the ride home,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a good idea, but I probably could have dialed up young woman to involve the trip with us. But we'll see how thing 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 weather forecaster predicted, it is raining.

Once we are parked, the co-pilot opens the hachure and extends the stairs down to the primer coat. I grab both of our pocketbook and travel along my darling Dakota down the measure to the limo. The driver takes the old bag puts them in the trunk as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I handwriting the driver the inaugural dominion office that I want to see. She thanks me for having an address ready and she heads towards the district position.

It takes about half an time of day to get to the address. When we arrive, the chauffeur parks the limo where I ask, away from the room access to the district office staff. Dakota and I get out of the limousine, each with our pelting garb on, plus she has her cunning non-slick rainwater boots on making her look cute.

We walk to the front threshold of the district 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 take a buttocks. I begin to walk through the room, without anyone even saying a Scripture to me. When I get to the binding of the elbow room, I ask a nice looking lady if there is anyone that I could speak to. She asks me what it would be about.

"well, I just walked through the entire district 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 verbalise to. She gets up and heads towards a dyad of bozo chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

"howdy, may I aid you ?"the gentleman asks.

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

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

"Well, here's my concern posting,"I say as I'm handing him my card. He looks at it and apparently doesn't know who I am.

"Ok, so your David Henry Graham Greene. Who is that ?"he asks.

"Read the whole batting order,"I tell him.

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

"I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I'm in guardianship of the troupe that owns this ship's company,"I say to him now getting annoyed.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. We don't get many visitor here,"he tells me.

"Can you put together all the territory managing director that are here into one conference room please,"I say.

"Um, Mr. Graham 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 gather all the dominion managing director in a conference way,"I tell him.

He decides to scream it across the room,"Everyone, all the territory director are to maneuver into a league way right now please,"I hear susurration of ‘ what's going on'? and ‘ Who's this guy ?'

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

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

"howdy, I'm David Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. The very caller that owns this company. DOE everyone here understand who I am ?"I ask.

I get pretty much unison in a overconfident head nod.

"Well, at least I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the significant issues. We are a eatery radical. Which means that we work when our client are not working. Energy everyone empathise that ?"I ask.

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

"How many hr a week do you each study ?"I ask.

secretiveness in the room.

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

Again, silence.

"Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 minute a week and before you begin to reason with me, I had paysheet deplume up your timecards and all of you come into body of work about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That's a total of 6 hours per day metre 5 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. a week equals 30 60 minutes,"I tell all of them. I see astonished silence since I included that I had payroll pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your silence, that you don't disagree with my maths. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will come into the authority at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an time of day for lunch. You are not allowed to will at 4:30 pm and call that final 60 minutes your lunch. I also, expect each of you to work one Saturday a month. In lieu of the Saturday, you will get Tues off. peeress and gentleman's gentleman, we will work for a living and we will be available to your full general director. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 hours a calendar week, then you might require to pass this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

"I have seen a continual decline in our overall carrying out. Can anyone explain 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 untried man from down the mesa says to me.

"Please explain,"I say to him.

"We have been leaving early and coming in tardy. You've hit it on the heading that we are a ship's company that should be working when our customers are playing,"the Brigham Young man says to me.

"I'm sorry, I don't know your name,"I say to him.

"I'm Ralph Daniel Jones. I've been a district director for about 3 month,"he says to me.

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

"Well, my territory sales event are monotonous to last year, however, we have two eating house that are in a state of tumult as they are short staffed with at to the lowest degree two key direction people missing. We also have one of those restaurants, in a roadwork area. The City 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 restaurant, that are severely understaffed, and I have put an ad in the newspaper and on the local job display panel sites. We need at least a 12 line cooks and server in those two restaurants,"he tells me. I'm really impressed with this guy. He knows where his dominion's numbers are and is volition to talk openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Jones'territory numbers.

"Mr. Jones, I also see that your guest baulk norm is the high in the grocery. Your director have More land tenure than anyone else in the market. You came through the system starting as a subscriber line cook and are now a district managing director, being the General manager of the class last year. You are well liked by your managers and they tell me in the quarterly survey that when you step into the restaurant, you will stick out in where needed to help the staff,"I say to him, in front of the other territory handler.

Once again, there is quiet. I point to someone else and ask the Sami question,"What are your dominion's numbers ?"

"Um, they're OK. nil extra. I have a couple of good restaurant, and a yoke of restaurants that need some help, But we'll get better with prison term,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"Dean McMillian,"he tells me.

I look him up on the system and he's second from the derriere in virtually every category that we measure.

"Mr. McMillian, it tells me that you're not doing well. Your district is irregular 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 info about their dominion ?"I ask the room.

No one says a word.

"That's what I thought. So, here's my new design. We the exception of Mr. Robert Tyre Jones, everyone here is on a 90-day action programme. Either fix your districts or incur a new job,"I say to the room.

Two sets of key fruit are tossed into the centre of the table and two guy stand up and commence to take the air out.

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

"Anyone else want to toss their keys into the middle of the table,"I say. However, I see another two guys 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 door in 90 solar day,"he says as he tosses his keys into the center of the table and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just hold open on stepping out the front door.

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The way is silent.

"Ok, then where would I get hold Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Hank Williams ?"I ask. Mr. Mother Jones excuses himself and walks out into the main way of the district office. He goes to three desks that have charwoman sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled look on their face.

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

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

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

"No, I'm not kidding. Are you three willing to take on the three district that have just come open ?"I ask again.

They look at each other and nod their heads yes.

"OK, well, here's the new rules. Your work schedule will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five mean solar day a week. However, one Saturday a calendar month, you will bring that Sat and film Tuesday off instead,"I tell the three ladies.

"You will puzzle out 45 60 minutes a week, at a minimum. You should know your numbers game at any time of the day or night. You should have your managers being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a manager tree in my back railyard, so it is up to you to keep your restaurant fully stocked with manager,"I tell them.

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

Dakota is smiling. She knows that there will b Sir Thomas More people let go before all is better.

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limo, I hand the chauffeur another miscue of paper. This one is an address for a district position outside of the city of Seattle, in a town called Kirkland. It is a suburb of Seattle. The trip from the first district office to the one in Kirkland takes about half an hour. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her raincoat and non-skid rainwater boots.

When we get there, a nice Lester Willis Young lady, about college age stops me at the front doorway and ask whom I'm here to see. I handwriting her my business bill. She gets up and heads over to a gentleman at a desk only a couple of dustup back from her. She hands him my byplay card. He gets up and adjusts his dress before he comes over to me.

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

"No, no announcement. Is it potential 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 direct to a conference way in the center of the back wall.

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

"hello everyone, as you probably have heard, I'm David Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I thought I would arrest in to say hello and ask if affair are going well,"I say to them.

No one speaks.

I point to a young lady and ask her name and her identification number for her district.

"My gens is Rosita Gonzalez. I've been a district director for just over a year, however, I've been working here for about 6 years now. My district is doing OK. We are having gravid client check averages. Our managing director have been in berth for at to the lowest degree one twelvemonth or longer. We are fully staffed at the eatery, however, a couplet of the eating house need some physical repair, such as booth rear end and flooring in a couple of fleck. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to make it more commodious to the carryout orders as we are all over the place. The faculty all work hard and only one of our units is having an government issue with roadwork in their area, causing effect with parking and accessibility,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her district's act up and she is right on with all the selective information. I see that the concluding health department inspection mentioned the rent booth seats, which I promise to help her get fixed.

I announce my new plan for the territory handler schedule. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hours already, which makes me well-chosen. The just rattling alteration is to add the one Saturday a month and have them take the following Tuesday instead. No one seems to out of place about it. I am glad with the results of this district. I thank them and leave the district office.

I tell the chauffeur to head back to the jet, which she heads towards. The campaign through the traffic takes us about an hr to get to the jet. The total time we are driving, the rain continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limousine by the steps and opens the trunk for us.

I hand her three $ 100 beak for a tip. She tries to reject, and I put them in her hand and fold her helping hand closed. We take our bags up the stair and into the plane. She starts the limo and drives off.

Once again, we sit on the couch together. However, this metre, we keep our wearing apparel on.

"Daddy, we didn't find anyone to bring home plate,"Dakota says to me.

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

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

The trajectory plate was uneventful. Dakota slept on my thorax almost the entire stumble. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limousine. We grabbed our bags and walked down the steps. Fred took both of our bags and put them into the trunk. He closed the door behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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