The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got dressed quickly for the ‘ introduction date ’. Neither one of the player knew ahead of metre that they had already met their dinner appointment. That was my own little jocularity, at least it was funny in my head. When I told Jill about it, I got a vast eyeroll and a shake of her head.

As usual, Dakota had everything set up. The limo arrived at the perfect time, double-dyed 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 frock. I wore a short circuit sleeved collared shirt and a dyad of nice jeans. Jill wore a denim annulus and a cute blouse, that I wanted to take off her as it highlighted her beautiful contour line.

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

When we got to Heidi's mansion, I got out and went to the front door. It was a nice houseclean star sign. The thou was mowed, and she had a cunning little flowerbed against the front cladding of the menage. One thing I did poster was that she had no large trees. She had a couple of bushes but no expectant trees.

I rang the buzzer and heard her outcry,"Hold 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 presence of my stupid mental capacity. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the door and the bolt before she opened the door.

When she did afford the nominal head door, there stood before me a beautifully slim athletic woman. She was wearing a twain of dress blue jean and a nice blouse. In my school principal, I didn't know what was going on, but I wouldn't judgment seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a couple of minutes to lock the presence door back up, including the deadbolt.

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

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

I put my arm out for her to take hold of onto and we walk down her paseo to the limousine. Fred has the doorway loose and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in first then me. Since I wasn't sure if Heidi knew my wife 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 married woman, 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 experience that I'll like this guy ?"She asks.

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

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

"Well, he has two heart, one nose, and a pair of backtalk,"I tell her as I see Jill's eyes curlicue again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might take in seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two center you say ? That must make him peculiar. Any early feature article you care to ploughshare ?"She asks obviously playing along.

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

"Hades, this is fun. I haven't even met the guy and already its expert than my last two engagement,"Heidi says. This causes Jill to now jump into the conversation.

"Heidi, state me, how hard is it for person like yourself, a Federal Agent to find someone to have a family relationship with ?"Jill asks.

"fountainhead, it's thug. You start off just like every other meeting. You try to parry telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extremum or the other. Either they want to assure you their Police association, or for some reason, they hate the Law Enforcement agency that you work for. Then you must keep an eye out that you're not being followed from the part to your home base or your neighborhood,"Heidi tells us.

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

"Sure, you can if your stupid. You never know when you will run into individual that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can tell you that they will always descry you before you spot them. It does make water matter hard, that's probably why so many broker date and marry other factor,"she tells us.

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

"Absolutely. Unless you have a close mathematical group of masses that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way matter are going these days, it only gets more difficult, which is why I chose to gamble on you asking me out. You are high school visibility and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at least I'll get a repast paid for. The conclusion date I ended up paying for the meal because his soon to be ex-wife had canceled all his credit cards and emptied their bank report. It kind of puts a damper on what should have been a nice even,"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 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 look room access. I'm smiling the whole walk to the door.

I let her ring the Bell. We hear"delay on, I'll be right there,"and some footfall coming to the nominal head door.

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

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

I guess to dally along, Patrick reaches his mitt out and shakes Heidi's handwriting.

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

"OK, guys here's the softwood. I had intended to introduce you two before the whole thing with Aurora happened. There was no way to head off you poke fun meeting, so I just kept my oral fissure 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.

"Jacques Louis David, how do you roll in the hay that we'll hit it off ?"Saint 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 gentle as I think it is, or at least my married woman tells me so every once in a while,"I say to them smiling.

They look at each early, shrug their shoulder and proceeded to head to the limo. St. Patrick must kibosh and go back to the front door to lock the top deadbolt curl.

"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 dwelling certificate Saint David,"Patrick says to me.

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

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

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

St. Patrick says,"Jill, it's nice to gather you. I do ingest 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 sort of wealthy person to since I married the knucklehead,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Patrick to laugh.

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

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

"Hot shucks, I love this place. I haven't been quite a while, but their food is wonderful. Heidi, what do you call back of this place ?"He asks all smiles and full of muscularity, which made me give forth 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 house, my headphone buzzes.

"tinker's damn Jacques Louis David, you work as lots as we do,"Patrick says to me.

I look at the text content. It 's from Dakota"aeroplane ready for tomorrow for a trip-up to Seattle. Will we be staying over or coming home tomorrow night ?"

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

I apologize for the textual matter message. Both Saint Patrick and Heidi understood.

The air hostess tells us that there's about a half hour hold for a mesa 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. St. Patrick and I pull the tail end out for the ladies then we take the outside two keister. The barmaid, a long-haired brunette with lean eyebrow and green center ask what we want for drinks and do we need an starter while we wait.

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

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

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

Patrick orders a cabernet for Heidi and a shadow beer for himself. I monastic order a merlot for Jill and a Coke for myself.

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

"No, not really,"I tell him.

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

No one seems all that interested in having an appetizer 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 richly shoal, I went to San Diego land University and then Law school. I applied to the agency in my last year of law school and was accepted,"she tells us.

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

"Yep, I grew up in a small townsfolk called San Marino. We lived in a belittled rest home on Vega street. I screwed around in luxuriously school and graduated with a C+ average. I really had no intentions of going to college. I took care of all the cleaning in the planetary house since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodworking, cabinetwork mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an accounting firm. Since I did all the cleaning at our home, it was an well-fixed leap to starting my own business, cleaning other masses's plate,"Patrick tells us.

"How long have you been in patronage ?"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 enlarge the line of work towards Beverly pitcher's mound. You got me thinking about potential customers I'm leaving on the table since your habitation is the solitary one that my society takes care of,"Patrick says to us.

I see Heidi take a foresightful sip of her Cabernet Sauvignon before asking,"Patrick, do you rue not going to college or are you to a greater extent of a hands-on guy,"Heidi asks him.

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

"wild and crazy ? No, not at all. I had my spate set on where I wanted to be and thus, I kept my nose to the books. I don't think I was even invited to a college party, let alone go to one,"she says after another yearn 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 nigh 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 run across ? Did she derive into your restaurant and it was love at first sight ?"He says to me.

"She was my trainer at the limo company,"I tell them, which gets a mates of odd looks from St. 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 soul else when we first met, it didn't demand 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 ribs for the joke.

Our little coaster buzzes telling us that our table is cook. We get up and head back to the hostess stand. I hand her the bombilate thing and she takes the four of us to a nice table towards the back of the restaurant's main floor.

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

As the hostess hands us the menu'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. I gild up another Methedrine for the lady, another beer for St. Patrick and another coke for myself. I also order an appetizer for the tabular array. It 's my usual cheesy stuffed mushrooms, I tell our guests that it's one of the affair that I love about longhorn. The waitress smiles at the appetizer order and promontory off.

Jill sees some kind of salmon salad at the table next to us and decides to edict it. Heidi looks over at the same table and decides to parliamentary law it as well. Of row, 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 order, she offers to take our dinner order. She asks first if the bill will be separate or all together.

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

Saint Patrick, being a gentleman, fiat Heidi's dinner party then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak with a sunbaked spud fully loaded, a home salad with ranch dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of baked Irish potato soup which she says they make a grand version of that soup.

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

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

"Jill, would you like to secernate 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 table, smiling the whole time.

"Patrick and Heidi, on our second night working together, one of the other device driver's was in a horrible traffic accident. We had longtime clients arriving and the starter sent us, the confining limo to go piece up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the secret jet field of the airport. We didn't have the proper car to pluck them up and didn't have enough time to get to the part and swap railway car, so we just went to the airport. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up succeeding to their jet and I jumped out and put their luggage into the trunk. I stood by the back up doorway 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 adjust vehicle for them and made the decision to hold them the inspection and repair for justify. Jill asked if we needed to intercept 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 move up in the earthly concern, he's got a perspective for individual like me,"I tell them.

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

"Wait a second, 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 relationship. We just broke it off. The very night we broke it off, Jill was in an automobile accident. She tried to call our chief, who didn't answer. She tried to call a close friend, who also didn't answer. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at city infirmary. I raced across town to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what exam way she was in. I ran through the hallways and fusillade into the test elbow room. There was the most beautiful, and pitiful looking fair sex I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the story. Of course, Jill was playfully shaking her head no through half the story.

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

"Well, they had her hopped up on pretty wicked pain medicine, what was it again earnest, Morphine ?"I asked.

She just nodded her head word yes.

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

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

Our nutrient arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

As we begin to eat our dinner, Patrick asks,"David and Jill, how do you like being in cathexis 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 grateful that my assistant has a good head for numbers. St. David pirated her away from a Mercedes dealership because they weren't treating her right. Here she was selling David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to give her reference for selling one. She went on the trial driving with David and he made her a job offer. She didn't accept until she was sure that they were going to screw her over and not pay her the full commission,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to comment on our jobs at Jaxson Inc. a person tapped me on the shoulder from behind me. I turned to see girl, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one night a couple of calendar week ago who stayed at the family for three days.

"hullo, do you call up me ?"She asks.

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

"Missy, 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 induce to explain.

"David, I got a new cell phone. Let me give you my new phone routine, so when you have another political party at your house, you can remember to invite me,"she says smiling. In my head, that wasn't too bad of a affirmation that I would have to explain.

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

"Um, St. David, do random women just do up to you and give you their phone number and a buss before trying to invite themselves to one of your party ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill solvent,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever imagine. He gets cleaning lady 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 world,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a specific seventh cranial nerve expression and then just kind of accept that answer.

I decide to try and contract the answer down to go along Heidi from getting too suspicious.

"Heidi, missy got invited to a party we had several calendar week ago by a Friend of a friend thing. She had a not bad time. We had respective single guys and I think she may have collected just about every bingle guy's phone number at the party. She sent me a card a week or so later telling me it was one of the Best parties she had been to in a long, long prison term,"I tell Heidi.

"The biography of a CEO,"Patrick says.

I see that we are finishing up with our dinners. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the empty plates off the mesa, I ask to see a dessert menu. Saint Patrick's oculus light up, but the noblewoman seemed rather full.

I know that no matter how full Jill is, she's a sucker for the caramel apple stampede. St. Patrick asks Heidi if she would wish to split their umber stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

I place the dessert rules of order for Jill and I and Patrick orders for Heidi and him.

I decided to ask the rum interrogative,"So, have either of you been married before ?"which gets me a playful smacking on the shoulder from Jill.

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

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

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

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

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

I lean in and kiss my gorgeous wife, licking the small touch of raw sienna off her lips.

After about 15 min or so, the waitress delivers me the impediment. I put my acknowledgment card on the top of the little book, and she takes the whole matter. Jill and I just sit there watching Patrick and Heidi be friendly but very close to being confidant. 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 sunup with Dakota.

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

"fountainhead, again we have territory coach in the restaurant group that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a amount of thirty hours when they know that we expect them to work 45. I've reviewed all the electric potential promotes just in pillow slip I end up cleaning the house,"I tell Jill.

"Do you expect to stay overnight, or will you return tomorrow Night ?"Jill asks.

"well, right now I'm expecting to come home tomorrow dark. I'll text you or deliver Dakota prognosticate you if things change,"I say to Jill. She nods her head in acceptance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"David, while this has been one of the best nighttime that I've had in quite a long prison term, I do have got employment in the morning. So, unfortunately, I must call it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to take St. Patrick home base first then we will drop off Heidi. I see them consider their sound out and switch phone numbers. Jill looks at me and smile, my stupid program worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limo heads towards Saint Patrick's place. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm whispering in my ear to let her walk him to the social movement 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 buss, but a overnice adult end of the eve first date kiss. 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 agile smooch on the cheek as she scoots by me to her seat.

"Thank you, David, this has been a wonderful evening. I think that Patrick and I are going to try and maybe meet for a late coffee or a afters one night this hebdomad,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. I am so very happy that my dazed architectural plan worked and two the great unwashed who work their ass off may now take in a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his dolt ego. If you and Saint Patrick become good friends or Hell lovers, 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 unharmed clock time she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently happy my short programme worked.

When we got to Heidi's house, Fred holds the door open for Heidi. I get another kiss on the cheek as she's getting out of the limo. Jill and I watch her walk to her forepart door where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the door and gets in the number one wood's fundament to take us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the necessary clit to unfold the gate, He stops the car by the breast door and lets Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the courtyard and heads back towards the limousine payoff for the car. I figure that Fred has about one to a greater extent hr of workplace. He'll return the limo, get in his Mustang and drive it over here and park it in the service department with everyone else's vehicle.

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

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

I see Dakota sitting in another of my white tee shirts. I lean over her, kiss her on the boldness and tell her that I figure we should provide about 11 or so to maneuver to the airport. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is ready. I kiss her again and tell her full night. Jill and I head down the hallway to our bedroom.

I pull my back pack out to submit with me just in grammatical case. I also put a pair of boxers and a tee shirt in the backpack.

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

CHAPTER 3

When my eyes opened in the morn, only Jill was in bed with me. I slipped out of bed and headed into the bathroom for my forenoon rituals and a shower.

Once I was through with the exhibitioner, I went and got dressed. I grabbed my speech sound off the battery charger, grabbed my wallet, and my keys.

I was form of excited as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the sleeping room to the kitchen. almost of the morning group are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit surprised as john only seems to be eating a bowl of cereal.

As each of the dame'read/write head toward their vehicles, the kitchen thins out. Dakota pours me a crank of Ananas comosus juice 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 in Seattle will be rainy. I remind Dakota to be sure to make for her cute waterproof and her brake shoe proof shoe. She tells me that she already has them next to her overnight bag at the presence door. She gets up and saunters over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her precious ass on my lap causing me to begin to get backbreaking. She feels me and wiggles her ass a little more.

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

As John finishes his food grain, he gathers his own backpack and heads towards his truck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking John to slow up down as she wants to get a cup of java to read with her. He just laughs and says he'll time lag in the truck for her cute ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how much John has matured over the by few month and I think that he needs a new project to work 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 honorable condition. Paula is working on keeping the three limo troupe running smoothly. Donna has the call center field firing on all piston chamber. BJ is helping Jill on their stock spiritual rebirth labor. Danni is handling the front reception area just fine now that she is getting a lunch break. Tina and her Mom in Phoenix are feeding me skillful intel on the two buildings that we have bought down there. And, of course, Dakota is being the expert assistant possible. Amy is running the sign of the zodiac and keeping affair in chip. The two chefs are making everyone happy with their top-quality cooking. The porn twins and the CG boy are doing a nice job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a fiend, trying to keep back matter going in the porn industry. Belinda is now seeing someone in the manufacture and that is okay 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 headway that he could be doing something more.

Watching the cockcrow TV, I see that the shooting of the Mexican Drug cartel is still in the news cycle.

I looked at my cell and saw that I missed a schoolbook subject matter from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a wonderful evening and said that she and Saint Patrick have a coffee berry date in a duad of nights. This made me grinning. I texted her back that I was happy that they both hit it off well.

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

"Mom, where's Fred ?"

"He's getting a limo to ask you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to pick me up a muffuletta from that rattling Italian eating house,"she tells me.

I tell Bobby that Dakota and I will be in Seattle until deep tonight, but they already knew as Dakota had told them both. I was kind 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 minute of arc or so. I sat down on the couch in the living room to just cogitate about John and wait for the limo. When I saw it pull up, I still had not figured out what to do with King 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 doorway open. I tossed our bags into the body 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 cheek and sat right following to me. Since she was in her usual place, next to me, I felt her mitt on my cock almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get hard with her helping hand stroking me. In just bit, 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 hard dick. Her rim and mouth surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the shaft and read/write head of my humanness. 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 head back on the buttocks as she bobbed her mind up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her torso up to be sideways on the limo seat. I gently pulled her boxers aside to expose her moist pussy. Inserting two fingers into her, I could feel her mouth tighten around my rooster swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two fingers inside of her kitty-cat, I used my thumb to rub little circles on her clit. This made her moan on my cock. I thrust it as deep into her sass as I could get. She swallowed my humanity 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 fingerbreadth into her pussy with reckless abandon, she began moaning more and more on my manhood. I felt her getting wetter and surfactant. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a tierce, then a fourth finger inside of her and thrust in and out repeatedly. My hand was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her first base pinnacle,"OH GAWD DADDY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I'M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU,"she says to me as I feel her pussy splash my helping hand and wrist.

She swallows my cock once again, but not until I feel her delicious pussy spasm around my paw again. As her body does this, I feel my own physical structure approaching its orgasmic peak,"GAWD DAMN DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU to a greater extent THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a gallon of my man juice into her accepting mouth. I pull my hand from her kitty and lap the tasty orgasmic succus off it.

She just smiling at me and snuggles her head into my thorax as the limo keeps moving towards the airport. Soon, Fred puts the privacy sectionalization down a couple of inches to let us cognize that we are only about two minute of arc away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two min pass, Fred pulls the limo up next to the jet and gets out, opening the tree trunk first. I take both bags and put four $ 100 broadsheet into his shirt pocket, even though he tries to politely reject the tip. I thank him for his hard body of 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 cup of tea in the budget items compartment, and we settle down onto the lounge.

The hatchway door finish and the co-pilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her cute lilliputian shorts and Fish my hammer out of my bloomers and impales herself on me as we accelerate down the track and into the air. I have to say, that Dakota's slit going up and down on my humanness as we went down the rails 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 thrusting my cock as deep into her as I could get. I put her diminished ankles over my shoulder joint essentially bending her in half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her twat plash my cock and clod over and over again.

Her eyes were rolling into her head as I was thrusting hard into her."OH DADDY, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME FEEL 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 Clarence Day, but what we are both feeling right now is about the most amazing that I've felt in a couple of week, including my meter 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 body. We exchange our ‘ I love you'and just lay all entangled on the couch.

"Dakota, I'm at a exit. I don't know what project to impart 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.

"toilet has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to look to what you need. Let him cover you. I will be useable to him, via phone at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your assistant for a altogether calendar week. This will yield us a unspoilt 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 stark solution. I know that I'm going to fuck her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my rooster hardening once again.

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

"well, I'll probably be thinking of my pop the entire week. Who knows, I may even show up at the Hawk just to submit advantage of my pop in his office, one never knows how my intellect works,"she says to me before we again kiss each other passionately.

I feel her delicious little hands shedding my pants once again. She sheds all her clothes this prison term and spins around putting her tasty twat over my waiting mouth. I begin to lick and suck her snatch swallowing every cliff of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, swallows my hard cock.

As I'm licking and sucking her pussy, I move deeper and set out drubbing and sucking on her asshole. I thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I can make it go. She roars with another coming blasting through her body. I sit up and pull her around to front away from me. I spread her ass cheeks and thrust my humanity into her anal cavity. She moans as we begin to push up up and down on each former. Her dead body is splashing my private parts with her feminine juice. She cums over and over onto me. I just keep thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just groan and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her small lithe trunk onto my dick over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my genitals with her pussy juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a while. The pilot comes onto the speaker system and lets us know that we are just a few minutes from landing. I hear the landing paraphernalia lock into place. Dakota and I decouple and begin to pick ourselves off with the towels that we have in the smash locker towards the back of the plane.

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

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

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet conduct a downward Angle as we approach the runway. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her arms around me as the rack touch the pavement of the track.

"Daddy, maybe we can retrieve someone to work with for the ride home,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a good musical theme, but I probably could birth dialed up Missy to take the trip with us. But we'll see how things play out.

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

Once we are parked, the co-pilot opens the hatch and extends the stair down to the ground. I grab both of our bags and follow my darling Dakota down the steps to the limo. The driver takes the bags puts them in the torso as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I hand the driver the number one district office that I want to visit. She thanks me for having an address ready and she heads towards the district office.

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 door to the dominion office. Dakota and I get out of the limo, each with our rainfall attire on, plus she has her cute non-slick rain boots on making her look cute.

We walk to the front room access of the district function. 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 lease a fanny. I begin to walk through the way, without anyone even saying a Holy Writ to me. When I get to the back of the room, I ask a squeamish looking dame 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, somebody, to verbalize to. She gets up and heads towards a couple of guys chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

"how-do-you-do, may I aid you ?"the gentleman's gentleman asks.

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

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

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

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

"Read the whole placard,"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 rush of the company that owns this companionship,"I say to him now getting annoyed.

"Oh, yeah, regretful. We don't get many visitors here,"he tells me.

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

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

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

"Now, if you would please gather all the district managing director in a conference elbow room,"I tell him.

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

When I see everyone in the league way, I ask the Sami 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 helper 's notebook out.

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

I get pretty much unison in a positive head nod.

"Well, at to the lowest degree I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the important issues. We are a eatery group. Which means that we work when our customer are not working. Does everyone see that ?"I ask.

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

"How many hours a workweek do you each work ?"I ask.

Silence in the room.

"Would you say that you work the need 45 hr a workweek ?"I ask.

Again, silence.

"Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 hours a week and before you begin to argue with me, I had paysheet take out up your timecards and all of you come into workplace about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That's a total of 6 hours per day times 5 Day a hebdomad equals 30 time of day,"I tell all of them. I see stunned muteness since I included that I had paysheet pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your silence, 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 office staff at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an 60 minutes for dejeuner. You are not allowed to pass on at 4:30 pm and yell that lastly minute your lunch. I also, expect each of you to work one Sat a month. In position of the Sabbatum, you will get Tuesday off. Ladies and gentleman's gentleman, we will turn for a living and we will be available to your general director. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 hours a week, then you might want to die this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

"I have seen a continual decline in our boilers suit performance. Can anyone excuse to me why all of our figure have dropped ?"I ask the room 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 excuse,"I say to him.

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

"I'm sorry, I don't recognise your public figure,"I say to him.

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

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

"well, my district sales event are flat to last year, however, we have two restaurants that are in a state of turmoil as they are short-change staffed with at least 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 workplace will last until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be farsighted than that as they didn't even get started until three weeks ago. Also, we have two eating place, that are severely understaffed, and I have put an ad in the newspaper and on the local job board sites. We need at least a twelve 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 willing to talk openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Mother Jones'dominion numbers.

"Mr. Robert Tyre Jones, I also see that your guest check average is the highest in the market. Your managers have to a greater extent tenure than anyone else in the market. You came through the system starting as a line cook and are now a district handler, being the General managing director of the year lowest year. You are well liked by your handler and they tell me in the every quarter survey that when you step into the restaurant, you will jump in where needed to facilitate the stave,"I say to him, in strawman of the other district managing director.

Once again, there is secrecy. I point to someone else and ask the same inquiry,"What are your district's Book of Numbers ?"

"Um, they're OK. nothing extra. I have a couple of good restaurants, and a couple of restaurants that need some help, But we'll get better with clock time,"he says to me.

"And what is your epithet ?"I ask.

"Dean McMillian,"he tells me.

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

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

"Energy anyone else have any information about their districts ?"I ask the room.

No one says a word.

"That's what I thought. So, here's my new program. We the exception of Mr. Jones, everyone here is on a 90-day military action architectural plan. Either fix your districts or find a new job,"I say to the room.

Two Seth of key are tossed into the heart of the board and two guys stand up and begin to walk out.

"gentleman's gentleman, 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 essence 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 threshold in 90 twenty-four hour period,"he says as he tosses his Florida key into the center of the table and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just keeps on stepping out the front door.

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The room is silent.

"Ok, then where would I find Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Thomas Lanier Williams ?"I ask. Mr. Bobby Jones excuses himself and take the air out into the main elbow room of the district berth. He goes to three desks that have women sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled smell 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 openings in our dominion for three new hand hopefully hard-working district manager. Are all three of you willing to take on the job of being a territory coach ?"I ask.

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

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

They look at each early and nod their top dog yes.

"OK, well, here's the new pattern. Your work schedule will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five days a week. However, one Saturday a month, you will solve that Saturday and shoot Tuesday off instead,"I tell the three ladies.

"You will shape 45 time of day a calendar week, at a minimum. You should make out your numbers at any meter of the day or night. You should have got your manager being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a handler Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in my back railyard, so it is up to you to hold your eatery fully stocked with manager,"I tell them.

"Oh, and one Thomas More matter, don't be afraid to jump in when you go to one of your eating place and they are poor staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unheralded visit from time to time. I expect that your eating place will be running well, no matter if I'm there visiting or not. Take tending of your faculty and your customers and things will get bettor,"I tell them before I thank them for their time and leave.

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

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limo, I hired hand the chauffeur another chemise of paper. This one is an address for a territorial dominion post outside of the metropolis of Seattle, in a town called Kirkland. It is a suburb of Seattle. The trip from the first gear district role to the one in Kirkland takes about half an minute. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her waterproof and non-skid rainwater boots.

When we get there, a dainty young madam, about college age stops me at the presence door and ask whom I'm here to see. I hand her my business circuit card. She gets up and pass over to a gentleman at a desk only a couple of rows back from her. She hands him my business 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 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 managers in a conference elbow room ?"I ask.

The gentleman nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to manoeuvre to a conference elbow room in the middle of the back wall.

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

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

No one speaks.

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

"My epithet is Centaurium calycosum Gonzalez. I've been a dominion director for just over a yr, however, I've been working here for about 6 eld now. My territory is doing OK. We are having great Guest check mark average. Our handler have been in home for at to the lowest degree one class or longer. We are fully staffed at the restaurant, however, a brace of the eatery need some physical repair, such as booth seating area and flooring in a couple of stain. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to pull in it more convenient to the carryout orders as we are all over the piazza. The staffs all work hard and only one of our units is having an issue with roadwork in their field, causing issues with parking and availableness,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her district's Numbers up and she is veracious on with all the information. I see that the last health department inspection mentioned the rip booth seats, which I promise to facilitate her get fixed.

I announce my new plan for the district managers agenda. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hours already, which makes me well-chosen. The only real change is to add the one Sat a calendar month and induce them take the following Tues instead. No one seems to out of office about it. I am felicitous with the resultant of this district. I thank them and provide the district office.

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

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

Once again, we sit on the couch together. However, this time, we keep our clothes on.

"dada, we didn't find anyone to take home,"Dakota says to me.

"No, we didn't, but why don't you call missy and have her come over to the star sign tonight,"I say to her. She wrinkles her cute nose at me but pulls out her telephone and dials up the number.

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

The flight house was uneventful. Dakota slept on my breast almost the total trip. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limo. We grabbed our bags and walked down the steps. Fred took both of our old bag and put them into the trunk. He closed the door behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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