Chapter Four : In between times

Monday

The alarm rang and Sally woke up, turned it off as fright seemed to wash over her and for a second she was not sure why ; then it all came back to her, the violation, and the stranger every detail of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the alarm, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he know what time to set it for ?

Her view were all jumbled as she got up, trying to figure out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a robot in machinelike manner, she went to the kitchen to start the coffee berry then went into the toilet to take a long shower. She used this clip to think, first of all she just wanted to make this all go away, wanted it to be a bad dream. That was not possible it was rattling, there were ache and pain in the ass all over her dead body that told her in fact it was very real. The hot water flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the cops of course. Why wouldn't she ? He had to give left a bunch of fingerprints. She thought about his menace to see her every move. She contemplated calling out from work but in the two days she had been there she had never called out, and she was not sure she wanted to be in her flat all day anyway. Sally lingered in the shower a bit longer letting it heal the sore component of her torso and provide a much needed consolation for her mind. She finished and dried off and put on some liberal comfortable house dress, and walked into the kitchen, made her coffee and goner. Setting it down on the tabular array she went looking for her laptop, mike had kept it from her this weekend but when she went in her room, there it was on her dresser. She brought it back to the table with her and set it down.

As she went to sit down her eye noticed something in the window sill that made her look up, then her altogether physical structure went stiff, it was a sorry carnation in a vase on the windowsill with a note of hand attached. It seemed as if he was here in the room and not just a symbol of him. She felt off equalizer yet again, frightened. After a taking sometime she shook her head, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just ignore the government note, not read it. Ah but what would that accomplish ?

Sally sat down in her chair and just looked at the note, a part of her knew she was going to read it but her battler English wanted her to just trash it all. She opened the estimator and looked for the nearest police force station as well as the nigh to her employment, she would not give him the gratification of reading his stupid note ! She found the information and typed it into her phone. The whole time she had been sipping her coffee, and struggling to not look at the note as if making eye inter-group communication with the flower was giving in to the man himself. In time, she gave up, she was funny after all ! She picked it up and took a deep breathing spell, turning the note over and reading what was written in a print that was very practically like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

crack, my love. Do not go to the cops, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would make our next encounter that much more strenuous
than I intend it to be. You are just as lovely as I imagined and it has been a
delight to get to know you. call up I will be back, and whenever you see
a single blue devil clove pink you will fuck that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

Sally sat and stared at the note shaking. Next skirmish ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cops ? She should, of row. Pretending in a way that today was a normal day with just a pocket-sized errand to run She got quick for work, walked to the bus check, got on the bus, and got to sour. She shoved the weekend out of her mind, but still had a hard time focusing on the task in front of her if anyone had asked her how long it took or what she was wearing, she would not have been able to tell them or extend on her end of any conversation beyond one word reply. Luck for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If quip had known he was watching her through binoculars the whole break of the day she would have been even more unnerved. He had a persuasion of her sleeping room and the living room, the kitchen was out of his crinkle of sight however, so it was a good thing she spent a minimal amount of time in it. He had watched her wake up and register the lack of chasteness, had seen her face when she had seen the gillyflower he had left for her. He had watched as curiosity and standoff fought with each other over what to do with the flower. The looks, the pointed ignoring of the object by being interfering on her figurer, the glances of interest, until finally the desire to know outweighed the hideous author and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to read it. It was a gauge for him to see if she was more submissive or more stubborn. A unregenerate adult female would have just tossed it, in that case he would either have to step up breeding or forsake it all together, but no she had chosen to record his tidings, to see what he had to say and while she may detest him, be scared of him, she was teachable.

He followed in his car behind her checking each stop along the way to be sure she did not get off and go to the cops before body of work. He was pretty surely once at work she would stay till shutting, but he wanted to be sure she would wait cashbox evening. He watched her enter the building from a closing curtain by parking spot and then drove off to his home to get to his stage business.

She was almost to exercise when she stopped took some deep breathing place and tried to train herself on acting convention. There was no one at workplace she was close enough with to share this with. There was no one she was tight to now that she thought about it. She had a random thought wondering why she locked her face door if this stranger can still get in what difference does her locking it get to. She shook her head steadied herself and proceeded the abruptly distance to work. Determined to be normal she looked at the receptionist.

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

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

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

"Yeah, weird."

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

"Oh I am fine, just did too lots and did not get decent eternal sleep. I will be proficient tomorrow I promise."Sally smiled and walked off to her stall, not for sure but felt like she must be 3 shades paler than formula. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the mean solar day project. She had a desk job working for the nation which was neither glamorous nor frightful. It was a job, regular, with welfare and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty much leave behind alone, except for the paperwork being pushed from one division and back and everything have to be in triplicate, the job was perfect for her.

Once at her desk her thoughts flittered back to the efflorescence, she absently turned her information processing system on checked her e-mail, but she could not terminate thinking : He knew where she worked and where she lived. He had said he would be watching her. Didn't he have a job ? Why was he bothering her ? The phone on her desk rang breaking her out of her Funk and forcing her to put on a pollyannaish fount and see what the soul on the other end wanted. The daybreak was spent on the diverse task and the required minuscule talking around the situation, a card was signed for a regorge fellow worker she barely knew, pitiable matter had Crab. All the while her mind flittered back to what activeness if any she was going to take. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the fuzz seemed so plaguy. Then to deliver to put words to everything that happened was not the most sympathetic cerebration at the moment.

She had lunch delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her book, but she had early things on her nous. Working it out she thought what would she tell a friend if they were in this situation and came for advice ? Why she would insist they got to the cops and would drive them there. This was no dissimilar. She had decided, she had to go to the cops after study, she could not know like this. She checked her phone to reassure herself that she had the data and decided she would go to the one closest to her star sign. She told the story in her head, and even wrote down a few key pointedness she wanted to be sure to cover up. She hated the mentation of having to explain what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

While Sally worked microphone arranged his day and week, first he called the cleaners and arranged to meet them at quip's apartment at 1pm to make clean the flat he explained he wanted it detailed, curtains, couch, dishes everything and in two hours. They were sending 4 people maybe more he was paying well.

His second Order of business was to get information for this week's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure schmooze, and typed :

"Do you have the information requested ?"

He waited a bit, he knew the receptionist saw it right away and would then touch the person he needed to chat with and that usually took a few arcminute soon the reply came back.

"Yes, This is a job for a man named Cyrus, you may remember him you brought his world-class married woman here for education."

"Vaguly, Iranian right ?"

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

"Why is the bodyguard of import ? I need to sleep with what I am getting into. You know that means arming the archetype and crew right ?"

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the escort status is this : Cyrus had a daughter who was married off and within a year his girl died at the hands of her hubby. Cyrus found out that the Same man was arranging a marriage within six months of his daughter death. He felt disrespected by such a short grieving period and that the man was disqualify to be a hubby. Cyrus found the sept of the daughter and offered a good arrangement. He wanted to keep her out of the hands of his former son in law. Now the son in law is raging and threatening her, her kinfolk, and him so she is being sent out of the land. She is fifteen and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

"So is she concerted or will she try to convince me to let her escape ?"

"Yes she is cooperative, she knows she is coming to learn how to run a home and entertain client from different regions as an accomplished hostess as well as read and write Farsi and English, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will stimulate to have someone hunting her well. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be funny of you, but you handled his first wife who was not so agreeable at the time that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could shroud anything under it. He had been in Arab countries enough to sleep together the conflict between the niqab and the burka although few Americans did, or bothered to. He texted the pilot light and told him to get a female bunch appendage that could speak Farsi fluently, and that this would be a bodyguard as well as transportation job. It was the cowcatcher job to get the work party and inform them. It was a stray crew, but a flight like this required four pilots and 8 crew phallus. 2 pilots and 4 crew members would be awake and working while the others rested at all times usually the shift key were 8-10 hour depending on the flight time. No one flew tired, wear down meant mistakes. former than having two female crew member who could talk Farsi, the crew would be picked from 20 people who worked with microphone. If a crew had flown on the last pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a wage then extra every time they flew, more if it was a bodyguard billet as this was.

If the flight was leaving from San Francisco the institute would have got taken concern of all the system, but the crew that flew out of CO was his responsibility, paid for by the institute. Usually this crew worked with him sometimes he loaned them out to early shipping experts that were living nearby, but he liked having the Saami crew phallus rotated in and out and knowing who would be on board.

"Okay I will depart tonight hopefully by 10 make sure the papers are in fiat at the airport, we will last out the required 24 60 minutes for rest period and severalise Cyrus I will pick up his wife Thursday 10am local time. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Thursday local anaesthetic time and we will bring a cab in unless you want someone to blame her up."

"No a cab is fine.

"Okay then. See you in four days. I assume my pay will be in the banking concern in 24 hours."

"Of course, Mike we appreciate you consulting with us."

His consulting firm was on the up and up tax wise. He was not surely what the law would say about his"Transport"business. He ensured the safety and livery of womanhood from their guardians to The Institute. These women were all signed over to the institute by their kinsfolk and/or husband for specific educational intent. Some of those were to learn how to serve sexually and some were taught how to run a striking household well so as to hike up their marriage chance. It was an etiquette schoolhouse on steroids. These missy every trend was orchestrated usually. Some hubby wanted freaks and hussy and sent their secondment or tertiary wives here to become the menage party party favor. In addition there was an actual very good private education factor which again was prescribed and approved by the female's guardians.

The school day for male child was across the city and he had done some guarding of boys being sent by their dominate partner to learn how to serve them intimately. Usually his services were required because the passe-partout did not commit his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew home unaccompanied. The families were of all slipstream, but it did bring him to the Middle East and Asian rural area often.

Mike was worried about his progress with Sally. What if she suddenly got the nerve to go to the fuzz and he was halfway around the world. suspire it was a risk he would have to take sort of. He called a flower shop and arranged for one blue-blooded carnation to be delivered to her every day at dissimilar times through Saturday at different places, her doorstop with no note no vase, outside the police station on the flat coat, even left at her bus stop, random seat to make it appear he had his eye on her.

When it was sentence he left to receive the dry cleaner at Sally's apartment, just in case she was successful in going to the cops he need it all cleaned he made sure enough the sheets were changed out with ones he had bought on the way and took all the bedding on the bed to a cleaners close by where she could piece them up. When he came back to supervise the cleaners and to add cameras to the house. His advantage point in time was good at his little apartment, but had blind spots and he wanted to be capable to check in on her while he was gone.

After that he made transcription and waited for Sally to get off so he could fall out and see what happened.
Sally had decided to go to the copper and when the work day was done, there was no more sign of blue flowers so she hopped on the bus resolute in her decision. She had picked the station that was closest to a bus stop and also was the one closest to her house. Determined that this was the decline choice she got off and proceeded to take the air the brusque space. She had convinced herself that he would own no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no reasonableness. Once in the station the cops could take aid of this right ? There were fingermark. There was evidence, this would work on out.

She rounded the corner to the master entrance and started up the nominal head stairs, when she saw it. A single blue devil carnation with a annotation taped to it. She stopped dead in her track, No ! There was no way ! With rickety steps she approached the clove pink laying on the dry land and picked it up and flipped it over to see the musical note. In the Same hand it simply said :

Are you making a good decision, pet ?

Sally walked quickly back down the steps with the carnation and banknote in mitt. She was on the verge of tears, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her drumhead was screaming. She leaned against the building and told herself to just breathe, she threw the carnation down on the terra firma. When she got herself under controller she started to think, he could throw left that this break of the day, he knew where she lived, where the close-fitting law station was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the police force could help right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

well there was only one way to incur out so Sally got her nervus up again and walked into the police station and asked to speak with someone, preferably a female cop. They asked her to fill out sort, but she insisted on speaking to a ma'am cop first. The first off cop seemed bothered but went to see who was available. The room access opened and crack glanced back taking in the bike messenger waking in. Her marrow skipped a beat and her intimation seemed to leave her when she saw, he was carrying a blue carnation. The messenger rang the chime and waited with his paperwork setting the peak on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to breathe. He Knew ! Sally mustered her courage.

"That is a pretty flower."She pulled it closer to her and smelled it looking at the lineup while she did so."The wheel messenger was uninterested, but Sally saw what she needed to. The script. It was him.

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

"Who is this to ?"

"The station"

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

Sally knew she was in trouble. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do ? Sally made her way house not really registering the walk back to the bus period or the drive back to her apartment. She wondered if he was going to be there. When was he coming for her ? Sally looked at her situation logically and wondered what in reality she could do. If he was watching her, and he seemed to be, then moving was out of the question, he would just be her. Entering her apartment affair seemed unlike. She looked around and there was a bluish clove pink in the aliveness way with a note.

Sally, I took the liberty of having the space cleaned professionally. You may pick up your old blankets and piece of paper at the cleaner indicated on the receipt tomorrow, in the meantime I have provided new ones for tonight. delight do behave yourself between now and then.

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

microphone had in fact been watching the whole time. He saw sally exit the police station the outset time then enter it again. The bike messenger had been sitting by his car waiting education and when she went in the second time. Mike gave the bike messenger the banknote and bloom and told him to get a signature and to put the vase down close to the lady friend with the card facing her. He had wanted there to be no dubiety in her mind who the blossom was from. He was disappointed his first message had not hit dwelling, he thought that the first one would be enough. The messenger reported what had happened and got paid for his time and a courteous tip, microphone was relieved she had not talked to the cops, even though he had taken care of the possibility. It was disappointing to him that the courier was needed at all. He was not surprise, just determined that the lesson he taught would be learned. He needed to grass for his next visit and program it out. He had planned on stretching the training out, but he thought maybe he needed to speed up his plans.

Today was Monday, plunk up was on Thursday, and they needed 24 hours between landing and flying again so they would leave alone Tonight, fly into wed., nap, pick up loading Thursday, fly base, deliver consignment, rest home, sleep. Depending on how threadbare he was on Saturday he may take care in on her without her knowledge. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a month off to spend with sally. They had early expatriation experts, but he had a certain reputation with the more difficult I, they always came into the institute meek and quiet after 24 hours with Mike. It made the Institute's job easier.

The flight over was uneventful, and Mike checked on Sally through the cameras he had set up. There were various times he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough time for that. Traveling had become a chore, it could be exhausting, but he did care the unlike lifestyles. During his stop he went and walked around taking in some topical anesthetic website, but mostly catch some Z's and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the appointed fourth dimension a Mercedes drove into the hanger with. microphone wondered absently if it was heater test copy which seemed to be the new thing with this class of guest. The driver got out and opened the room access behind his and the node emerged. As he walked toward mike the device driver was going around to the early slope. The hubby seemed protective of his bursting charge seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between microphone's line of mountain and the young charge he had yet to see.

"Hello, I am Badi ,. I am grateful you will be accompanying my adorable married woman. I do ask that you please be careful. The man who wanted her, is very angry, I do not have a go at it what he will do."

"We will do our best to keep her prophylactic, and convey her back to you an educated and all-around woman."

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

"What is that ?"Mike was getting mentally cook, the one who told him it would be promiscuous, their womanhood were cooperative always caused suspiciousness with Mike, if they were so good, then why ask for him, why use the Institute at all ?

"She is scared of men. She is very shy. Please be cognizant of that. I have talked to her she understands that she is going to get an breeding, and there will not be any sex boulder clay she comes home, but she is still leery. Any sudden touching and she will probably cry."

"Ah thanks for the heads up. She will be fine. Mike motioned over the female gang member who was also Irani. He had her wait for his signal by the plane as byplay was done by the males first then the female person came when called.

"Shiva here will be with your Cy Young Saint Bride, she will search her, and when we plug-in it will be her and Azar who will be given to her. Both daughter are Persian, and know Farsi, and have been trained at the institute so they will be able to answer questions."

Badi seemed pleased at this excess arranging, there was a grounds he asked for microphone, he had heard stories of the other car transporter, microphone was all business. He waved his hand without turning around. Quickly the child and the driver appeared at his side of meat.

"Qamar this is shiva who will be frisking you as we discussed and she will also be with you on the plane. The man is Mike he is the escort who will keep company you to the institute."

Switching to English Badi then turned to microphone"mike, shibah this is my St. Bridget please be deliberate with her."He patted the girl's head much like a father would and gently pushed her toward Shiva.

The char introduced herself to both in their language and took the hand of the miss. The two went off to the side and Varisha checked her for artillery then they boarded the plane. microphone hung back with the husband to countenance the peeress time to get settled and to respond any last moment questions. After goodbyes were said Badi singled the driver. Swiftly the threshold to the back seat opened and Badi climbed in.

On the aeroplane mike let Qamar sit in a different section of the airplane so he did not make her so anxious, she seemed ready to bolt if he looked at her, so he wanted her to make relaxed. He left orders that only female fellow member of the crew were to approach her and to make sure she slept, slipping her a drug if necessary.

She was obviously high strung. As it turned out once mike left her lone and all the men disappeared she seemed to slack and even talk to the women a bit, soon drifting off to sleep. Again he checked on Sally when the fourth dimension variety were slump and she had not really done anything since Monday. He knew her Dianthus caryophyllus were getting to her, because he would see them in the scum that was near she had to be thinking about him then.

The flying was politic and getting through airport security was easy since everything had been sent on ahead and checked so they just verified the ID's and processed the pass. In the cab on the way to The Institute Qamar was nervous, but not obnoxious. Mike wanted to calm down her down, but figured there was not much he could do being a male, and given her bringing up so he left her alone and the tripper from the airport was very subdued. He texted the Institute to let them know they were on their way.

Once inside the instructor came out and took Qumar to her new room, which was bound to be very luxurious given her sept and mike sought out an instructor friend.

The instructors had a separate wing when they were off responsibility so mike went to his room first, and was in luck.

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey Mike ! You on a delivery ?"

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

"Hey I get paid for being a SOB and screw cleaning lady, it's a ripe life."Oren laughed

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

"I got a labor coming up, a custom job for me. I just taught her some basics, but she needs More metre. Besides her cellar suite is not done being built yet."

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

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

"Man mike we used to share them all."

"Yeah holler me sentimental."

"I need to not be disturbed adjacent weekend is that possible ? I was going to wait another week, but she did not behave."

"Why not send her here ? We can get her obedient in no clip while your basement is being built."

"Oren, I like the mind plot I like watching them struggle with their new reality and coming to terms with it in one defeat after another, that I am their new world. I want my own special touch, my champion and I don't want anyone else touching her public treasury I say."

"poor people lady friend, your touching is rough."

"Ah she will be perfective tense once I get her under control."

"I have a young woman that could use your odd talent on the unwilling if you want to get off."

"Not this time, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to equip myself with some new object I saw in the depot and then hop a plane plate, I got ta cheque on my projection. ``

"All right, well maybe adjacent time."Oren missed training girls with Mike. They made a dependable tag team.

mike spent time at the depot going over the harshness of Sally's transactions and picking out just the properly methods of penalty. By the meter he was done he was excited about the adjacent weekend with his project.

On the flight home base he thought of sortie and all the new affair he and bought to try out on her.

Once at his floor of operations, microphone slept, checked on Sally, she was asleep, but her bedroom light was on….nightmares perhaps ? Mike knew that was probably avowedly, but wished there was another way to get inside a individual's drumhead. They seemed to always have nightmares. On the way from the aerodrome he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few carnations here and there in the apartment just to urinate certain she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a clip for satisfaction. He was going to teach her who was in charge on Friday. Mike went shopping for food and other odds and ends to make sure he was make .