The Chauffeur ( # 43 ) Fighting backbone

BY PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Waking up with a refreshed Jill was a delightful way to unfold my centre. For the low tie in a tenacious while, Dakota did not sleep in my bed. I got up and headed towards the bathroom for my dayspring rite. I shaved and I showered.

Once I was through, I went back out to the chamber where my darling wife was still sleeping. I put on clothes to head towards the hawk today as my 24 hours of staying at the Chateau is now over.

I unplug my phone, take hold of my wallet and key fruit and a pair of shoes and socks. I quietly leave the bedchamber and head towards the kitchen. Once I'm in the kitchen, Dakota and John are already there. toilet, of course, is eating a bowlful of food grain. Dakota, my darling, is sitting quietly having a cup of coffee.

Bobby and Sammy ask if I want ball or something else for breakfast. I agree eggs sound good. They begin to make me several scrambled eggs with bacon and some fried potatoes. John finishes his stadium of cereal and asks for some eggs as well.

Both John and Dakota are dressed for study. Slowly, people file out into the kitchen area. I hear what sounds like rain. I look out the battlefront Windows and see that it is pouring hard. I think to myself ; do I head up to work today or stay here at the Chateau ? My brain leans towards heading to the Hawk.

Over the next half hour or so, people come out to the kitchen. Bobby and Sammy offer them breakfast. nigh of them take the offer. I check the time and head back down to the bedroom to make sure as shooting she is awaken and beginning to get make for work. When I open the bedroom door, there sits my gorgeous wife doing her pilus at her makeup table. I sneak up behind her and kiss her from posterior. She moans as I put my munition around her from behind.

I kiss her again and head back out towards the kitchen once again. I realize that I still don't have my laptop, nor does Jill hold her tower. I think about using computing device at the position.

Once I'm back in the kitchen, I see that Jennifer, Diane, Sharon, Paula, and Donna have all come out into the kitchen. Three of them are eating some eggs and Bacon from the chefs.

"Hey guys, could we have a nice porc roast for dinner tonight ? Maybe fresh made mashed murphy and either some carrots or unripe edible bean along with one of your scrumptious Caesar salads. Is that potential ?"I ask.

"No David, we don't make anything like that. Maybe we will experience some Warren Burger from Red redbreast delivered…. ha, ha, ha,"Sammy says to me causing me to laugh a bit with his sarcasm.

BJ and Danni are both dressed wonderfully. I think to myself that we need to make sure that we are rotating a couple of the people from the Hawk to ascertain that Danni gets a lunchtime.

Noticing the clip once again, I suggest that we should start heading towards the fomite in the garage and drive to work. Paula and Donna both get into their vehicle. John unlocks the garage doors by removing the snap ring from the track.

Dakota, Sharon, and I get into Dakota's BMW. John, Jennifer, and Diane all get into John's truck. Jill, BJ, and Danni all get into Jill's Mercedes. All five fomite leave the garage and pass through the front gate to head towards work.

We are all driving carefully as we haven't had operose rain in quite a spell. In fact, it probably has been 6 or 7 weeks since we have had any rain at all. When we get to the Hawk, we all find a parking spot on the second floor. Once parked, we walk across the walk into the building. We all say hello/good morn to the security guard and get on the lift to channelize up to the top floor.

Once I am there, we all get off the elevator. Sharon, Danni, Jennifer, and Diane all head to their desks. I head to my own desk as well. Jill and BJ head into one of the conference suite to experience room to fan out out their paperwork. We all begin to dig into our chore. I open my computer to retard the work emails once again. As I scan the emails, I don't see any threatening emails this time. I check with Jill and she doesn't have any mistrustful emails either.

I begin my usual sort of emails. I scan them and find one from Rob, the IT guy. He discusses matter that his chemical group think motivation to be addressed regarding our estimator system. He suggests that we put some new waiter into sport. He also suggests that we upgrade directly from Microsoft the security computer programme to protect our party. His business organisation suggestions make a whole lot of sense and I give him the enterprisingness to make the changes. However, I ask if we should stay fresh his chemical group on staff, so he isn't overloaded with project. I figure that I'll get a reply either later today or tomorrow.

I begin to go through the ‘ read-only'emails, reading material and deleting them. I hear Jill swear a bit coming from her conference room. BJ is apologizing and heading to the printer to get whatever Jill sent there. In my head, it seems as if BJ is doing quite well for Jill.

As I get back to my desk, I see the clock on my estimator differentiate me that it is nearly 11 am. I think to myself that we probably need to order tiffin to be delivered since it is still raining. As I'm looking over the restaurant carte's online, Danni comes to my place door and tells me that there is person here who would like to speak to me. I get up and adopt her back to the reception area. As I approach the area, I see a Los Angeles Policeman.

"Hello, I'm Jacques Louis David Henry Graham Greene. I understand that you wanted to see me ?"I say to the officer.

"Yes, sir. I'm officer James Ted Williams. I need you to do with me,"he tells me. I'm completely lost."Let me get my help,"I tell him. He lets me know that he needs only me and not any of my assistant. He has me wondering what is going on and I get my raincoat and we head out. I tell Danni to let Dakota and Jill know that I have left with Officer Williams. She assures me that she will let both of them know.

ship's officer Theodore Samuel Williams and I head down to the endorse floor. We take the crossover to the parking garage. I say hello again to the security guard as we head over to the service department. Once I'm in the service department, I see his police squad car. He unlocks it and we both get into the front seats. He turns his computer on its slope and slides it down towards the floor. I strap into the seatbelt and off we head.

"Officer Hiram King Williams, where are we headed ?"I ask.

"To a offence scene Mr. Greene. Your presence is requested by our Detectives,"he tells me. I'm at a total loss. However, as we head across town, the letter that I passed along to factor Longmire comes to my mind. Did the Mexican Drug trust get to someone that I know ? I'm not surely whom it might be as everyone was accounted for last night. As we turn the street corner, I know who it is. He parks in front of the family. We both get out and direct up to the front room access. I meet Detective James. He tells me that he requested me to come to this crime scene.

police detective Epistle of James carefully takes me inside the menage. I take a duad of steps inside and finish. The living way is covered with blood everywhere. There is blood atomiser on the far wall, there is blood on the life room couch and all over the chocolate table with a large pool of blood at the base of the individual who is underneath the sheet.

"How long has she been dead ?"I ask.

"About 12 hours. I'm assuming that you know who is underneath the sheet,"the Detective says to me.

He takes a quoin of the plane and pulls it back. I'm stunned, so much so, I head outside to puke my guts out. I lean over the railing on the front step to retch into the planter next to the forepart steps.

detective Hiram King Williams stands behind me watching me git my guts out. I have never seen anything so wild ever before in my integral living."This is an old girlfriend who left my house yesterday. We had a conflict. I asked her to go away. My assistant called a cab to bring her home. Are there any witnesses ?"I ask.

"Mr. Graham Greene, do you have it off who this is ?"he asks me.

"Yes. It's Aurora. Her company just started working for me cleaning my business firm. Has anyone contacted her knob, Patrick ?"I ask.

"Yes, he's on his way. Another officer is bringing him,"the detective tells me.

"Detective, have you been in inter-group communication with Agent Longmire of the FBI ? She has been chasing a Mexican Drug Cartel who has been threatening to mutilate someone that I know. I gave her a DVD of my business firm for the past 24 hr yesterday. I also gave her a missive that I received threatening to do this,"I tell him. He pulls out his little notepad and begins to make notes. He asks me for contact information for federal agent Longmire. I call up her contact info on my cell phone and bridge player the phone to the detective.

"Thank you, Mr. Greene. I need you to delay around for a few minutes. I have a few questions for you,"he tells me.

I sit down on the movement steps. My paunch is still real queasy. I don't sleep together how much prison term has passed before another police vehicle arrives. Patrick gets out of the car and check. He knows the house as well and doesn't take a whole tone towards the house. He, instead just stands leaning against the police vehicle. I look at him, trying my best not to cry as my headland keeps flashing back to the violence that I saw inside.

Patrick comes over to me and sits down on the steps as well. The rain is coming down on both of us.

"Is it Aurora ?"he asks.

"Yes, it is. You don't want to go inside. It's possibly the most wild thing that I have ever seen. I can't believe that this has happened. Patrick, I'm so sorry. I'm sure she was murdered because of me,"I tell him. He just shakes his head telling me that it's not my fault. She should take been good inside her own home, which obviously she wasn't.

We both just sit on the steps staring out to the street and the number of law railcar that are parked there. I see a news van pull up and get out with a cinematographer and a reporter. The uniformed law stop them at the street and begin answering their questions. I see the cameraman do a sweep of the front of the mansion. I bow my chief and look down at the basis. Patrick gets up and caput towards the news newsman asking them to stop taking exposure of his friend who was murdered. The newsperson tried to ask respective interrogative only for Saint Patrick to turn and walk away from them.

Patrick comes back over to me and sits down next to me on the steps."You were saying that you believe that you caused this to happen to break of day. What makes you believe that ?"he asks me.

"I received a varsity letter yesterday threatening my group that someone I know will be murdered. I never in my untamed dreaming believed it would be Aurora,"I tell him

"David, you're not to charge. Whoever did this is the person to blame,"he tells me. I'm quite impressed that he is so calm, but then again, he hasn't seen the inside and the horrible way things are.

The Detective spends another couple of minute asking both St. Patrick and me interrogative sentence. We answered all of his questions. However, before the investigator let us go, Agent Longmire showed up. She spent respective moment chatting with the tec. Once they finished their conversation, she came over to see me and Patrick.

"Patrick, this is federal agent Longmire. Agent, this is St. Patrick. This is the soul that I was asking both of you to come with my married woman and me to dinner,"I tell both.

"Mr. Patrick, I'm sorry that we met under these circumstances. Also, I'm sorry for your going,"she tells him. She flips exposed her notepad and begins asking me head. I, of course of action, want her to find these scum-bags and film them out of the picture. She keeps her equanimity but continues to ask me doubt. Once she is finished asking questions, she offers both St. Patrick and me a drive back to where the Police picked us up from.

Patrick and I got into her vehicle. She headed back to the point where the Police picked us up. She dropped off Saint Patrick first, then took me back to the Hawk. I asked if she could connect me for lunch, she agreed. I directed her to the nice Italian place that Fred introduced us to.

When Agent Longmire and I went inside, the proprietor came right over and asked if Fred and the residual of my radical would be joining us. I let him recognize that it would just be the two of us. He hugged broker Longmire, which I believe that she was completely surprised by that.

He sat us at a table and brought over the common basketful of garlic lolly."Jacques Louis David, how did you know that I love garlic bread ?"the factor asks me.

"Um, I didn't. They have with child Allium sativum breadstuff here and the possessor brings a field goal of it over to my board all the meter,"I tell her.

We had a overnice repast. Agent Longmire ordered volaille Parmesan on a bed of spaghetti noodles. I offered to order her a glass of Chianti, but she declined saying that she was working. She ordered a glass of diet Coke instead. I ordered my common, spaghetti with kernel sauce and a couple of meatballs. We sat and had a delightful lunch. When it was all over, I paid the lunch bill, but Agent Longmire tried to grab the bill, but I was just a partake quicker. This caused both of us to express joy a bit.

She told me that she thought Saint Patrick was a very fine-looking man and is interested in going out to dinner with him and Jill and me. This made me very happy to discover that such a tearing act did not dissuade her from wanting to go out with Patrick.

As we finished our meal, we headed towards the front room access to leave behind. Oddly enough, factor Longmire clutched my cubital joint as we left. This made me sense much better about her.

It was about 20 minutes to get me back to the war hawk. She dropped me off at the front door, street level and wished me a dependable rest of the day. I went inside and up to the top via the elevator. Once I got to the top, I was met by Dakota. She asked what went on with the police. I let her and everyone else know that Aurora has been murdered. several of the lady, such as Jennifer and Sharon were shocked by the news.

I went inside of the group discussion room to let BJ and Jill know. BJ was stunned. Jill didn't seem that fazed, but then again, she's a Marine.

The residue of the afternoon was spent with me working on my computer reading the ‘ read-only'emails and deleting them as they are read.

CHAPTER 2

As the workday came to an end, I saw that it was near 4:30 pm. I called it to be the end of the day for everyone. I saw citizenry turning off their computers and putting on their raincoats.

I stood by the lift room access. Dakota and John both came over to me asking what had happened with the Police. I told him that we would take that discourse back at the Chateau. He didn't ask another word ; he just stood a few human foot away from me waiting for the elevator.

As everyone finished up, the group of people by the elevators grew. When the bell finally dinged and the threshold opened, I let everyone on and stood there just thinking. I suggested that they go ahead down and send the elevator car back up for me and Dakota.

She took my script and silently held it as we waited for the elevator to return. It dawned on me that I have no idea what everyone had for lunch.

"Dakota Darling River, what did you all have for dejeuner ?"I asked.

"Jimmy John's sandwiches. We also ordered a duad of salads but most everyone ordered a sub. Why, what did you have for lunch ?"she asked me.

"Agent Longmire and I went to Fred's Italian eating place,"I tell her.

"broker Longmire, eh ? Should we expect her to present up at the family tonight for some playtime ?"Dakota asks but is smiling the whole time.

"No smarty-pants. We just had tiffin. However, I saw something that caused me to puke my guts out. The Mexican Drug corporate trust got to Aurora. They murdered her very violently. There was parentage everywhere. I've never seen so much line in my entire life story. It was horrible,"I say to her. She knows that I'm quite rattled about aurora. She doesn't say a intelligence, she just stands there following to me, holding my hand. When the elevator door gouge and opens we both step on and tantalise it down to the 2nd floor.

At the second trading floor, we get off and take away the crossing over to the parking garage. Sharon and Jennifer are both waiting by Dakota's car for her and me.

We all get into Dakota's BMW and head back towards the Chateau. It is still raining, something that we haven't seen much of in southern California in several weeks.

I text Amy asking her if the chefs made the porc roast that I asked for this dawn. She told me that Red robin redbreast Warren Burger were waiting for me to get to the family. Then she texted back that she was just kidding me. I sent her a LOL as Dakota was driving through this crazy weather. Clearly, people had forgotten how to drive in the rain as we had various people run dealings lights and slide into the crossing. Which caused me to tighten my seatbelt.

All I could opine about was the atrocious fit of dayspring's consistence underneath that sheet of paper. What I remember seeing was her throat cut from ear to ear. various knife thrust lesion and a bullet cakehole in her os frontale with the blood covering her face. It just kept haunting me.

In my head, I couldn't think of how to make whoever did this pay. When we pull into the court, I begin to formulate a plan on fighting back against our ‘ friends'the Mexican Drug Cartel.

As Dakota pulls into the garage, I see John's truck already parked in there. Yet, I don't see Jill's car just yet. I text BJ and ask if they are close to the star sign. I get a response from BJ that they are about 5 instant away. As we pull into the garage, I just sit in the front hindquarters thinking about sunrise. I want to fight back, but I'm not sure just how to go up it. Dakota puts her hand on my left knee, I look at her thanking God that it wasn't her nor Jill.

It dawns on me that I should use my new PR soul to address the murder of Aurora. Let the press push the police and the detectives to mouth to dayspring's death. As I hear the garage door open and see Jill's car enter the garage, I decide to get out of Dakota's car and head inside. I stand by the door to the house and postponement for Jill to join me.

Once we are all gathered in the garage, I hold the door open up for all the ladies. Each one gives me a osculation as they go inside.

We all end up in the kitchen, Bobby tells me that dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes, so if I wanted to withdraw a quick shower, I had enough time to do so. I think about it for a moment but decide not to go ask a shower.

My phone buzzes. It's agentive role Longmire.

"hello factor, why are you giving me a phone claim ? Are you asking if you can come over for dinner ?"I ask chuckling a bit.

"No, smarty trouser. I just spoke to Patrick. He said he's still in for the dinner if you are still uncoerced,"she says to me.

"Of course, I'm still in. Is there a night that works for both you and Patrick ?"I ask.

"How about tomorrow Nox, both Patrick and I seem to have an orifice on our schedule. Where should we conform to you and your married woman ?"she asks.

"At your strawman door,"I tell her.

"Huh ? I don't understand,"she says.

"It means that I'm sending a car to pick you up,"I tell her.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I'll be glad to drive,"she tells me. However, I won't hear of it, so I tell her that I'm sending a car for her tomorrow night. She relents and agrees to be picked up.

Agent Longmire tells me that she'll be by tomorrow to the Hawk to play me both my laptop and Jill's pillar. I thank her and we end the phone call.

The chefs have dinner ready. St. John the Apostle makes a plate for Diane, that included some salad. He also made himself a plate.

As everyone has a collection plate of food in front of them, I stand to tell what has gone on today with the police.

"OK, everyone, may I feature your aid for just a couple of minutes. John Lackland, will you delight go get the pocket billiards menage group ?"I ask.

bathroom gets up and heads out to the pool sign of the zodiac. He knocks on the door and brings them into the house. They come inside and make themselves a dinner plate. I send Dakota to get Mom and Fred.

When they come out to the dining room, I decide that I need to let everyone live what happened today.

"I need to severalize everyone what the Police picked me up for today. They took me to Aurora's house. I found her slay. Her throat was slit from ear to ear. She had multiple jab wound all over her body plus she had one one gunshot wound in the substance of her brow. There was pedigree everywhere. I have never seen such a ghastly position. It made me go exterior and puke my sand out. I now know whom they went after, soul that I mistakenly kicked out of our sign yesterday,"

"What do we do then ?"Jennifer asks.

"I don't know. But I do get laid that we need to ascertain each other's backs. If you have a carry permit, please bear your artillery. If you don't have a carry permit, then please stay with someone who does throw one. I don't want anyone here hurt, am I clear-cut about this ?"I ask.

I hear several yeses. I care for all my group and haven't decided how to fight back. This drug cartel needs an ass-kicking. I decide to put a call into extra agent Fernandez.

"Mr. Greene, how are you ? broker Longmire tells me that you had a rough out day,"he says to me.

"Jose, I want to hurt them. I want to take the competitiveness to these hammerhead. They murdered someone and did it in a horrible fashion. How do I ask the battle to them ?"I ask.

"Do you really require to do that ?"he asks.

"Yes, so very lots so,"I tell him.

"Then here's what we're going to do. I have it on safe information, that we know where their main hideaway is located. They also have about a dozen humble places that they stock weapons and people to fight down. worry to go after them ?"Fernandez asks me.

"Abso-fucking-lutely Now it's meter to take aim the fight to them,"I say to Fernandez.

"wellspring, alright then. Put your 5 best shots together, I'll be by to pick you all up in about a half an 60 minutes,"he says to me.

I tap St. John the Apostle, Dakota, Jill, Donna, and both the CG boys. I tell the boys to get their rifles, as they will be helping us hold down some of the Mexican Drug corporate trust. I explain that they will be taking key placement to sustain the cover of the group. I explain that they need to land stack of their .50 bore ammo. They should also institute their John Thomas Scopes. I expect them to take a position that is high and able to pain them when we are attacked, which we will be.

I put tactical vest on the rest of the others. Everyone going has multiple ammo clips. Just as expected, Fernandez shows up with a great black Chevy Suburban. Gospel According to John follows with his hand truck and both CG boys. We drive across Town and meet up with about 40 FBI agents. I pick out a rooftop and send the CG boys to the rooftop to hold a sniper's position.

As they climb the outside brand fire run, they reach the rooftop in just a couple of minutes. They focus their John Thomas Scopes and lay out respective snip of ammunition. They text that they are ready to do some damage.

John and Donna take a position at their side entrance. Jill, Dakota and I take a position at their front door. About 20 factor are with us at the front door, another 10 factor are with lavatory at the side door, and the residual of the agents along with Agent Longmire strike a positioning at the second room access. Special factor Fernandez calls on his headset.

"We go in 3-2-1…attack,"he gives the educational activity to round the Drug Cartel.

Gospel According to John and the agentive role with him kick in the side door, shooting everything that they see holding a gun. I kick in the front end door and begin shooting everyone that I see inside, along with the 20 or so federal agent that enter with me. Dakota takes a defensive position outside so if any sneak past us she will need them down.

several agents kick in the back door. draw of gunfire there, a duo of broker go down. Jill works her way to the agents coming through the back door. She is firing at everything that moves that is not in tactical gear. I am also firing hitting everything that is moving. As one magazine empties, I load another taking aim at anyone moving. The agents that entered the strawman door with me are taking drug combine members out with preciseness. I'm sure that the gunfight can be heard in the neighborhood. I have hit and killed 9 cartel fellow member all of whom were firing at myself and the FBI agents. No one was disarm that we shot at.

The whole process takes about 20 second. We have shot and killed nearly 50 drug trust people, all of whom have fired their weapons at us. As I check with Fernandez and Longmire, only two FBI agents were hit, neither of them seriously. John said he killed 5 drug trust cat. Jill took 4 down, killing all four. Dakota got the merely one that snuck out the position door. He took a shot at her and she put a rhythm between his oculus. Donna says she only got 3 drug cartel guy rope, but she said that the factor around her took down about a dozen guy, making them dead, not wounded.

There is a car replete of corporate trust member trying to escape. Both CG male child take several shots at them and accept out all 5 guys in the car, causing the car to doss down into a construction across the street. I hear some hooting from the rooftop from the CG boys, doing their job as professional person snipers.

I check with Longmire and Fernandez. Both are just mulct. Longmire says she got 4 and Fernandez says he got 4 as well. I thank them for allowing us to join them. Fernandez calls for an investigating agent to interview the former agents. Longmire and Fernandez recite me that I need to make my people out of here as they violated a big FBI prescript. I gather out my people and off we go. We are all full of adrenaline on the cause menage. I do the math in my read/write head, Gospel According to John 5, Jill 4, Donna 3, Dakota 1, and I got 9. The CG boys got 5. My math counts a total of 27. Fernandez said before we left that they did a quick count and it seems as if all told 53 corporate trust members have been shot and killed. No cartel member is still alive, they all have been killed.

"Jill, text edition mortal back at the home, let them know we are all fine and no one got shot,"I tell her. She grabs her phone and texts the theatre.

"They tell us, we are insane, but everyone is happy that we took it to them,"Jill tells all of us in John's truck. We drive abode, all of us are amped up on the epinephrine from shooting the corporate trust members. Donna tells us that she hasn't gibe anyone since her days in the leatherneck. However, she is beaming that we have hit them where they were hiding. Longmire and Fernandez may have invited us, but I am quite trusted that they weren't expecting us to take out 27 cartel members out of the 53 Fernandez said were killed. In my drumhead, I did some quick math and figured that it was just above 53 % of my group shooting and killing combine. Now, I wanted to take out a full-page ad taunting the Mexican Drug Cartel, but I know that would only get Fernandez and Longmire into trouble. I suggested that when we all get home base that we are to strip our weapons and reload the ammo clips.

As John pulls into the courtyard, I am so proud of my group. None of them let themselves get buck and all of them took out Drug cartel member. John parks his hand truck into the garage and everyone piles out of the hand truck. We're all chatty about the outcome.

CHAPTER 3

When we were all inside, Sammy had a serial of desserts prepared for all of us. He had another of his mythologic chocolate patty. He had a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, and he had about 5 dozen hot chocolate chip cookie. trick took a slice of carrot patty and about 6 cookie. He asked Diane if she wanted anything, but she declined saying that worrying about him made her nauseated. He apologized to her, but he wouldn't promise her not to go again. She kissed him and told him that she was all nervous about him going on the onset on the drug corporate trust. He smiled and told her that he did it to spend a penny her safe, she just put her arms around him and held onto her guy.

I can differentiate that the foray on the drug trust has gotten Donna all amped up….and horny. I see her whispering to Jill ; I'm guessing I know what the rustle is all about. The two CG son immediately went out to the pool house after they stored their rifles in the gun dependable. They felt good taking out the bad guy. I can only hazard that if there is difficulty, it will fare from them taking out the careful of cartel penis with their .50 gauge foray dead reckoning. Maybe there will be an necropsy, maybe not. Let's Bob Hope for not.

Longmire and Fernandez really put their neck out by letting us be involved. I need to cerebrate of a way to thank them that won't get them into hassle. Before we left, I thanked the agentive role that kicked in the front door with me for watching my back during the firefight. Up until then, I had only imagined of ever being in a gunplay, and now, I've been in one and the epinephrin rush is incredible.

As I suggested, everyone is cleaning their weapon, except for the two CG boys. They're busy getting laid over at the consortium sign, or at least that's what I was thinking was going on. Young cat, porn star girlfriends, plus a enceinte chested roommate that is well known in the porn industry as a great blowjob person, what could Fred's two nephews ask for any unspoilt ?

Donna is overly chatty. She is talking to Jennifer about a Swedish mile a minute. Jennifer is just smiling and letting her run with the conversation. When Donna finally did hold back talking, Jennifer excused herself and went over to bathroom. She put her arms around him and told him that she was a flighty crash the unanimous time he was gone. Her and Diane sat together and interest. John told her it was the most incredible thing he had ever done and that I had his back. She didn't need to know that I was on a completely dissimilar side of the house from him. Truth be told, it was the FBI agents that had his back, not me.

Jill sat quietly, almost brooding. I went over to her and pulled a chair out and sat down.

"Darling, what's going on. You seem more contemplative than amped up like Donna and John,"I say to her.

"It's just how I process killing someone and I killed 4 multitude today. I haven't shot ad killed that many masses since my solar day in the devil dog. However, unlike the armed forces twenty-four hour period, I shot from closeup. None of my shots were at someone that was no more than 8-10 foundation away from me. In the military, I was shooting my weapon system at the great unwashed that were usually about 100-200 feet away. Not the sheath today. Let me just work the event,"Jill tells me. I kiss her on the boldness and let her just sit and clean her firearm.

I see no one in the TV room, so I head in there and release on the TV to observe an action video. I select the motion picture ‘ Bad Boys'with Will Smith and Martin Lawrence. Something in my brain tells me that the role that Tea Leone plays isn't really acting, it's more like how she really is in life. As I'm watching the film, Sammy comes over with a big bowl of popcorn. I take a fistful and start eating. My brain is loving this popcorn. It has real melted butter, not some powdered butter flavoring nor butter flavored oil ( like at the moving picture theaters ). He also brings out a sports stadium of cinnamon sugar Zea mays everta. This one I really liked and took control of that bowl.

John came out and sat in the reclining electric chair. He asked for the popcorn roll with the material butter. Donna filed out and Dakota did as well. I ended up with Donna on one side of me, and as usual Dakota on the other side.

I sat there staring at the TV but was thinking about how favourable my life has become. I got to do something that virtually no one would ever get to do, go on a mission with factor of the FBI. I could have gotten my family in grievous trouble today. I need to descend down and finish intellection and acting impulsively. This could have turned out much worse than it did.

The shot made the nightly news. According to the word, there was a totality of 40 drug trust extremity killed as FBI broker tried to bear some warrant, which I thought was a good screening story.

I was deep in thinking and not watching what was going on around me. I finally came back to seeing my little female child, Dakota stuffing her face full of my cinnamon sugar popcorn. She was giggling at me being off in the distance while she pilfered my popcorn.

I pulled her into me and began to thrill her. That made her squeal with laugh. It's always nice to see her smile and laugh. She's as hoodlum as nails and anticipated my needs and wants like no one that I have ever encountered. Jill is the accurate opposite. She is also bully as nails, but she is much more metrical in her ways.

Once Dakota and I settled down and I quit tickling her, Donna put her head on my articulatio humeri. I can tell that Donna needs some physical attention. I put my finger underneath her chin and pick her chief up to buss me. She ends up putting both arms around my neck and kissing me for quite a while.

Donna stands up and takes me by the mitt. She leads me past Jill, who is still cleaning her arm and sitting pensively. Donna leads me down the hallway to my own bedchamber. She pulls me inside and keeps going dragging me to my toilet. There she sheds her apparel and steps into the shower. I just stood there looking at her beautiful body underneath the body of water. It was beautiful to watch the H2O cascading down her consistence, over her wonderful titty, down her flat stomach, and into the valley of delight known as her pussy.

She turns and summons me with that one finger that women use to summon you silently. I kick off my place, shed my apparel and step into the exhibitioner with her. She comes over to me and puts her weapon system around my neck and pulls me into her, tightly. We had wonderful passionate sex for nearly an time of day in the cascade. When we finally finished, we took time drying each former off. It has been a while since I have played with Donna. She is a very loving woman, who is a fleshly creature. When we are done drying each other off, she wraps a towel around her and leaves the bedroom. I, as usual, put a twosome of short circuit on and my usual white tee shirt. I sat on the sleep bed for a few minutes thinking about the consequence of the day and how it affected everyone. Gospel According to John and Donna are all amped up. Jill pensively cleaning her arm. Dakota trying to be her silly self. The CG boys, may deliver done the best thing of all, go have overnice sweaty sex with their erotica lead girl and Belinda.

My thinker again thinks about dawning. How did they get to her ? Did they just come to the door and attack when she opened it ? Did we belt down the person or persons who murdered Aurora ? Are there more out there hiding ? Should I go forward to care about something happening to one of the house penis ? The questions swirl around in my head.

I head back out to the kitchen as I feel a bit athirst once again. I see that Jill has stopped cleaning her artillery, but it remains on the dining elbow room table.

"Hey favorite, can I put this in the gun safety for you ?"I ask her. She nods yes and I take the gun and go to the gun safe and put it inside on one of the two ledge. I feel a bit easier about putting the gun in the safe.

Again, as I go back into the kitchen, three heavy Guy come to the gate once again. They ring the doorbell. I answer,"Hello,"I say.

"We're here to present something to a Mr. David Greene, but we need to have him sign for it. Please send him out here,"the man with an obviously Russian accent says into our gate speaker.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Henry Graham Greene is not available right now. Please sense dislodge to bequeath the package at the gate and someone will total out to get it,"I say into the speaker.

"When will Mr. Henry Graham Greene be available as this is the minute time, we have attempted to deliver this software program,"the Russian sounding man said.

Like I said a few minutes ago, Mr. Graham Greene is very meddlesome. If you want to leave him the package, then fine we'll come out to get it. Otherwise, you'll have to accept one of his assistants to sign for the package,"I tell the man.

I get no reception, but on the surety photographic camera, I see him shrug his shoulders with soul else taking the box from the man that spoke. They walk back down the divine service road. Apparently, they must have used Google maps to find that we have a armed service route leading to the front gate.

I texted Fernandez that we were visited by our Russian friends again. I made a DVD for whoever will derive to peck it up. Making the DVD made me think about Patrick, see what we saw may piss him not desire to go on the date with Longmire. I decided to call Patrick.

"Hey, Patrick. It's David Greene. I just wanted to call you and check on how you're doing ?"

"Um, I guess I'm doing OK. I had to put an ad in the newspaper for a alternate for aurora. I mean, she was an incredible pain in the ass, but when she turned on the magical spell, she could enamor the wind cone right off you, but you already know that. You and she dated for a patch. May I ask how long you dated and how long ago ?"Patrick asks.

"Well, we dated various years ago, before I married my first wife. Funny thing, we only dated about a month or two, we were sorcerous in bed, but we were oil and urine living together. She and I didn't mix outside of the bedroom,"I tell him.

"I can understand that. We dated for about 5 weeks. I couldn't take her always complaining about how many 60 minutes I work. I mean, I own this job and I certainly don't want it to break because I'm whoring around,"Patrick tells me.

"Patrick, are we still on for tomorrow Nox ? I hope we are because I think the lady, I'm introducing you to will put a grin on your nerve. She understands long minute as she probably works somewhere between 60-75 hr a calendar week, sound comrade ?"I ask.

"Yeah, it kind of sounds like we are versions of each other. What does she do for a support that she works so many hours ? Does she own her own business as well ?"Saint Patrick asks.

"Nope, she's in law enforcement. Hey, I just thought, you don't have a criminal track record, do you ?"I say laughing a bit.

"No, no criminal disk. Law enforcement you say ? That's interesting,"he says.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to be arrested on your first confluence of her,"I say to him still laughing a bit.

"Hey, I need your speech. I'm sending a car to pick you up. After what we just went through, I don't want you to take in to worry about taking yourself to dinner. Since I own a limousine company, just let me send a car to pick you up. Sound good ?"I ask.

"Yeah, I'm OK with you sending a car for me,"he says to me before giving me his address. I notice that the reference is in a decent theatrical role of LA. It 's not Beverly pitcher's mound, but still a courteous contribution of LA. Now, I must convince Longmire to give me her home address for this to knead. In my headway, I thought about how today went and maybe, just maybe Longmire will commit me decent to piece with her home address.

I hang up the earphone from Saint Patrick, now on to Heidi Longmire.

"hullo Ms. Longmire, this is David Henry Graham Greene,"I say to her.

"Why hello Mr. Greene, why are you calling ?"She asks.

"To get your address. I'm sending a car to plunk you up tomorrow night. No backing out of our deal,"I say to her. I get an unusually long intermission before she finally agrees to afford me her home address.

"Thank you, Heidi. I assume I have your permit to shout you Heidi when we're not talking oeuvre ?"I say to her.

"Sure. I'm mulct with that. Tell me a bit more about this guy that I'm being introduced to tomorrow night, and of path, where are we going for dinner ?"She asks.

"Well, I decided on longhorn Steakhouse. It's a very relaxed atmosphere, plus I love their intellectual nourishment. This guy you're going to be introduced to owns a home cleaning service. He's always working trying to make certainly that his client are taken forethought of properly. Like you, he is working all the time. Maybe, if you two hit it off tomorrow dark you can let a late-night date. But, that's up to you and him. Jill and I are only doing presentation and feeding both of you. Oh, and I don't want the not use up matter you adult female like to do when meeting someone. I expect you to eat a regular repast,"I tell her.

We chat a few more minutes before we say our goodbyes. I feel better about the engagement still being on. Patrick was the one that I thought would bail on the date after sunup, but thankfully he didn't.

I asked Dakota to dial up inkiness Car limo and send a stretch limo to Saint Patrick's name and address first, then to Heidi's. In my head, I was debating on just picking them up just the two of them, but then again, I didn't want the conversation to be turned to dawn. I decided that the limo needs to fare here first to nibble up Jill and me, then Patrick, and finally Heidi.

I saw Dakota still watching a motion-picture show on the sofa in the TV room. In my oral sex, if we Jill and I were going to the hawk, then we would call for to impart about 3:00 pm to get home in time to shower down and change, then get into the limo and head to their theater. Of course of action, in my head, I wondered if we should piece up Heidi first and thus not showing her address to someone she has not checked out. It just made more than good sense to me to pick her up number one then Patrick.

Jill was out in the TV room, but she was sitting in the reclining chair, not really participating with anyone. Sammy had brought a bowl of popcorn, but she only had a couple of sharpness out of it. She just set it down on the little side tabular array following to the chair.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up in the daybreak, I found Jill snoring next to me and a small slight animal all snuggled up, ass first into me. I could tell just by the feel of the body that it was Dakota.

I hugged her before I sat up and worked my way down to the ft of the bed to head to the bath for my usual sunrise ritual. I decide that I need to shave, a skillful shave with my razor. The one that I will do tonight will be with my electric razor instead. I step into the shower and take a nice hot shower. Once again, being alone in the exhibitor only takes a few minutes to get everything clean and jerk, including my hair.

When I'm done, I turn off that wonderful hot water and step out of to dry off and get dressed. I decide that for tonight, it will be dress slacks and a short-sleeved dress shirt and dress horseshoe. However, right now I'm heading to the war hawk, for work.

As I picked my clothes out of the closet, I had to rouse Jill. I'm a bit distressed about her. Hopefully, she has pondered what happened yesterday with the drug cartel. I have the argument in my head as to why we should birth done what we did with the Fed. I don't want to birth to vex about Jill and how she is processing as emphasis often affects a baby during pregnancy.

I shook Jill gently and woke up a grumpy Jill. So far, it seemed as if the convention Jill was back as she hates being woke up. Dakota is easy, give her a slight shake and she pops her oculus afford and gets her day going with a large cup of coffee.

Dakota bounds into the shower, as Jill was looking outfits over. One for work and one for tonight. I came over to her and kissed her. She smiled and put her weapons system around me and leaned in for a arcsecond kiss, which I gave her.

"Good morning darling,"Jill says to me. I was happy to see her say those words.

"Did you sleep well, my beloved ?"I ask her.

"Oh yeah, once I had a Nice glass of wine. It settled me down before I came to bed. Of line, I saw Dakota all snuggled up into you sleeping peacefully so I wasn't going to come alive you. We have the wholly day of the month that's not a escort matter, tonight don't we ?"She asks.

"You mean the introduction dinner,"I tell her even though it could go horribly incorrect."Yes, we have that tonight,"she smiles as I tell her that. She picks out a overnice pair of jeans and a white blouse along with a pair of low dog. For piece of work, she chooses a nice skirt along with a colorful blouse. I just smile at what I see. When she hears the water turn over off and Dakota coming into the sleeping accommodation, she gets up and heads to the toilet to get ready.

Dakota, with a towel wrapped around her beautiful little body, flips the spine of the towel up to flash me her precious ass. I just smile. As she leaves the sleeping room, I still haven't figured out what to get her for Noel. The holiday is only about 10 days away and I need to spend some time going shopping, however, the two ladies that I love the most I have absolutely no thought what to get either of them.

I see several sound bang dangling on the dressing table and another one on Jill's war paint board. I grab my phone off the charger along with my wallet and cay and head out to the kitchen. I get there before Dakota, so I turn on the coffee pot.

bathroom is already there eating a trough of cereal. I see both Jennifer and Diane all dressed for work. I have it in my mind to check on Jennifer's procession in solving some of the exit that we had discussed a few days ago.

Paula comes out, looking ravishing and kisses me on the cheek, pours herself a cup of coffee and head to work. Donna comes out, also looking stunning. She gives me a passionate kiss, probably from our lovemaking session yesterday in the shower. She had a mates slices of toast with a fried surd egg between them. I was just sitting at the kitchen board just admiring her beautiful body.

She poured me a glass of my ananas juice and put it in front of me. I watched her eat the fried egg sandwich and wassail a cup of coffee tree. When she was done, she tossed her paper home into the trash, kissed me again and headed out.

I see that I missed a birdcall from federal agent Longmire. I decided that it was too early to ring her back, so I set an alarm on my phone to remind me to telephone her in a shortstop while.

Dakota finally came out to the kitchen, and as expected she went right for the coffee berry pot. She checked my glass to make indisputable I had some juice in it. She smiled and sat at a chair by me.

Jill came out just a few hour later and boy does she front amazing. I don't know what it was this good morning, but all the dame looked tremendous as they headed out to work. I ask Jill if she will labor us to the mortarboard, as we are going to be leaving early, probably around 3, so she has enough prison term to get ready. I also asked Dakota if she ordered up a limo for tonight, she said she had but that Fred took over and will now be the driver for tonight's dinner. Dakota had already given Fred the speech for both Saint Patrick and Heidi.

I was happy to hear everything was all set up. What concerned me was the telephone set song from Longmire that might vary things.

I decide that I have waited long enough and dial her up. I noticed that I'm calling her FBI telephone and not her personal phone, which in my head was a good sign.

"Good cockcrow Agent Longmire. I see that I missed a call from you finish night, Is everything alright ?"I ask.

"Yeah, everything is all right. I just wanted to get your schedule today so I can bring you your laptop and your wife's tower. We installed two programs to keep any farther cruddy email from appearing in your electronic mail box. We have also added a broadcast that will move any bad emails to a personal filing cabinet in which it will be sent to our IT squad who will destroy,"she says to me. I smile now knowing that she isn't trying to bail from the innovation dinner.

"My schedule is that both Jill and I will be at the mortarboard building downtown and will be leaving there about 3 pm to number menage and get ready for an initiation dinner with two people whom I think will be a good fit for each other,"I say to her.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way. It's nice to know someone is looking out for me,"she says with a bit of a chortle. I tell her that we will be seeing her about 5-ish and expect to see a limo display up at her front room access. She tries to object politely, but I won't hear of it and just narrate her to be ready. She assures me that she will be waiting.

Jill takes me by the hand, and we head to her car in the service department. Dakota has BJ and Danni in her vehicle. Sharon rides with privy and Diane. Donna takes her own car to the outcry pith.

I don't know why, but Amy came popping into my drumhead. I dialed her up and chat with her asking if everything was going OK. She told me that everything was just alright. I smiled and ended the conversation.

"Darling, are you fix for tonight ?"I ask Jill.

"Well, sort of. I certainly could use the night to still be working on the stock project, but I guess one dark won't be all that bad, plus you picked a good restaurant, right ?"She asks.

"I picked longhorn,"I tell her.

"What time will the limo come to the theater to get us ?"Jill asks.

"I would suppose about 4. Fred will be driving,"I tell her. She smiles. I'm shot that she is happy to see Fred do some of our driving once again.

As usual, when we get to the hawk, we park on the indorse story and take the crossover to the tugboat. Once inside the towboat, the security sentry go tells us undecomposed morning as we wait for the elevator. When the threshold opened, I felt Jill's hand power play my ass even though there are about a dozen people on the elevator.

I just smile, not making a scene. It was just Jill's way of teasing me. We ride the elevator to the top. When the doors open, I see agent Longmire standing there with two figurer. I walked over and picked up my laptop as I was grateful to see that piece of equipment come back into my animation. Jill took the other computer, the tugboat and carried it to her desk. I thanked Agent Longmire and told her that I look forward to seeing her tonight, she said she was a bit nervous about meeting this guy. I told her not to worry, if all goes nicely, then she will maybe have person to chat to who also works all the insane hours. I put my laptop in my backpack pulling out the two DVD that I made for Longmire. I gave them to her before she stepped onto the elevator. From there I went to see Jennifer.

When I got to her desk, I pulled a chair from another desk over and sat next to her.

"well, how goes the mini-projects that I gave you ?"I ask.

"We are making progress. The old lady who was cleaning commode has a company to reckon over now that is handling all the janitorial in the edifice for her. There is a new trafficker who is pressure washing the bird of Jove so the outside will have the check appeal that you are looking for to tally up with former building in DC,"she tells me.

I'm happy that she is making stride at the several project. I tell her that tomorrow Dakota and I will be heading to Seattle for a quick twist around visit. I go into Jill's billet where she and BJ are working hard. I kiss Jill, who is annoyed at me interrupting her.

"Darling, I just wanted to let you know that I'm taking a unawares slip to Seattle, I see issues that need to be addressed. I may direct another run to the Dallas market as there are still issues with the stallion restaurant division there,"I tell her.

"Will these be on the Same tripper, or will you come home first. I need to know if my fellow can come over,"she says grinning and giggling at me with her jocularity. I just smile and let her roll in the hay that it will be two trips and she should schedule him to make two visits. I know that she is working hard so I kiss her and leave the elbow room. I decide not to kiss BJ, for no really reason other than I didn't want to

I look at the clock and see that it is already noontime. I call Dakota over and ask her to ring the local Jimmy John's and fiat sandwiches for everyone on the floor. She takes her earpiece and her assistant's notebook to wee-wee the phone call. When it was done, she tells me that the food for thought will be here in about 35-40 minutes, which seems fairish to me.

I decided that I should try out my laptop to see if the program that the FBI put on the laptop will slack the system down. Taking the computer out of my backpack I open it and change state it on. It boots right on up just like it normally does.

I log into the netmail portal and smell at the massive number of emails that I have. 1755 email. I guess not having my laptop allowed my email inbox to get overloaded. I started with the common, looking for multiples of the same. I put them all together and highlighted the remaining one to be read later.

I scanned through the list and saw no more Mexican Drug Cartel emails. In my read/write head, I was indisputable that we, along with the FBI have eliminated that entire group from their concealing place, much like roaches. I look at the TV filmdom on in the breakroom and see that the Mexican Drug Cartel shooting is still in the new cycle. Although I shouldn't be surprised, with that many bad guys dying it will rest in the newsworthiness cycle for several says.

I spend time working my way through the electronic mail. When the sandwiches arrive, my darling Dakota joins me in my place. She ordered me a Turkey sandwich with slews of mayo and excess tomatoes. To my surprisal and delectation, she ordered herself a vegetarian sandwich. She also ordered one for Diane as well. However, for Jill, she ordered their three-meat sub. It came with bomb, ham, and roast beef. For me, she ordered what I like the ham and Turkey, however, she knows that I like both supererogatory mayo and extra tomatoes.

I call several of the other employees into the with child conference room to sit and eat. I saw a couple of the great unwashed not joining in as they took their luncheon out of the breakroom fridge and sat at their desk to eat. That really bothered me, I want everyone to enjoy their lunchtime. Since Sharon is across the table from me, I let her know that no one should be working during their lunch time of day. She tells me that she will palm that and goes back to eating her sub.

Jill never left her conference room ; however, she did post BJ out to join us in the big conference elbow room. The older lady, pity replaced Danni at the social movement desk. I was very beaming to see that happen.

I'm looking forward to the introduction dinner tonight, but having Fred convey us around made me sense good. I whispered in Dakota's ear to dial up the jet as she and I are taking a trip to Seattle tomorrow. She tells me that after luncheon that will be taken forethought of, which made me smile.

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