The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The Investigation Menachem Begin

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

The next morning when I woke up, I found myself in bed with both Jill and Dakota once again. Jill faced away from my rear and Dakota was all snuggled into me with her cute ass pushed up against my groin.

Once again, my bladder ruled my mind urging me to head to the bathroom. I quietly moved out of the bed and into the bathroom.

After finishing my good morning tariff, I washed my hands and came out of the bathroom looking at my two cover girl still sleeping. I put on a pair of boxers and a tee shirt and headed out to the kitchen grabbing my phone off the courser on the way out.

Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a chicken feed of juice and just sat at the kitchen table seeing Bobby and Sammy still putting things away from yesterday's party. Looking at all they were still putting away, I just figured that my boy John would be in left-over heaven.

Both Jennifer and Sharon came out to the kitchen as well. Each one kissed me before they sat down. Bobby flicked the switch and the coffee pot roared to life making both ladies smile.

As we sat there, I asked,"Ladies, is it me or has John been looking and acting much more mature ?"

Jennifer started,"Are you kidding us, St. David ? He's been trying so heavily these past few month to emulate you that how could he NOT see and act Thomas More mature. Holy crap, you are old enough to really be his Fatherhood, and for that, I am so thankful. Many times, when I hear Dakota call you ‘ dad'I think that maybe Saint John should be calling you the Lapp thing. You have done more for him in the past few months than his biological Father ever did,"she says to me with a big smile on her face.

Sharon adds,"Jeeze Jacques Louis David, he dresses like you, he shaves every day even on Sunday, he handles himself in a much more maturate fashion, he has shown you and Jill that he is really responsible and when metre got a bit scary he buckled down and made sure all of us noblewoman were safe and secure, starting with Jennifer and Diane,"she says before leaning into me and giving me a kiss.

sightedness Sharon do that, caused Jennifer to do the same.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 8 am. I had to think a moment as to what day it was, but then remembered it was William Ashley Sunday. I heard a knock at the breast door. Jennifer got up and went to the doorway, opening it carefully. A tumid man with half an unlit cigar in his mouth showed her his FBI identification. She asked why he was here, and he told her that he needed to verbalise to me. She called out to me.

When I reached the front end door, I opened it extensive and invited the gentleman inside. He declined and asked me to step outside, which I did.

I saw several federal agent buzzing around taking pictures and mensuration.

"Hello, Mr. Graham Greene. I'm police captain Perez. Washington sent me to handle the investigation of yesterday's shot,"he told me.

"wellspring, police captain, it's David. Mr. Greene is my drop dead forefather,"I tell him.

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI communications protocol requires me to call you Mister until the fount is wrapped up,"he explains which was the first time somebody had rebuffed my endeavor to be called David, which I was fine with since it made sense.

"wellspring, Captain. Let me ask, how are all your agents ?"Looking at him, causing me to squinch a bit looking towards the morning sun.

I stepped a brace of whole tone to his side to avoid looking into the sun. He turned with me and said,"All the agents are fine. The most serious one was Agent Don…um…hold on for a sec while I check my notes. Oh, here it is, agent Don McHenry. Yes, he's fine. The infirmary stitched him up and sent him home late last night,"he tells me.

I summon Sharon over and differentiate her the news. She kisses me on the cheek and runs off to get her telephone set. In literally seconds, I see her chatting with individual, whom I assume is Agent Don. I see her grinning. She puts her phone down and comes back to me telling me she is heading over to his house to ‘ bring care of him'all the while she is smiling her big beautiful smile. I check with the skipper to realise certainly it is OK for her to will, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

She quickly heads off to commute clothes and go see broker Don.

maitre d' Perez begins,"Mr. Graham Greene, I hope you understand that it's zippo personal, but you are a defendant as well,"he tells me in a solemn manner.

"May I offer your investigation some assistance ?"I ask.

"How can you do that ?"

"I can pee-pee you a DVD of all of our security cameras in just a few minutes if you are concerned ?"I ask.

"Absolutely,"he tells me.

I invite him inside and he follows me to the security setup in the kitchen. He looks at the surety setup and nods his nous in approval.

"Captain just give me a couple of minutes and I'll have that DVD for you,"I tell him.

"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, do you have a copy of the early shooting your planetary house took a mates of weeks ago as well ?"

"Of course, would you like a copy of that as well ?"I ask him. He nods his brain in approval. I wait for yesterday's shooting to be copied to the DVD disk before I callup the other shot and begin to re-create it as well.

I put the 1st DVD into a discharge case and hired hand it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a platter of essence out. Bobby begins to wind up several steaks into a large piece of tin foil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 ribs into two large pieces of tinfoil When all the heart and soul is wrapped up, they put the three part of wrapped centre into a paper bag and bridge player it to Captain Perez, who tries politely to reject. They won't hear of it and wedge him to take the paper bag.

I just smile.

I ask him if he would like a cup of coffee, he declines to say that he needs to get back outdoors to supervise his guys and the investigation.

"Captain, may we talk over somebody from the City police force for a match of minutes ?"I say as we are walking back towards the strawman door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are conversant with a urban center police force Lieutenant Horowitz. I mean, I'm not sure if Special agentive role Fernandez made mention of him in his news report or not,"I say to the Captain.

"fountainhead, yes there were a couple of note about him, but what do you need to say about Lt. Horowitz ?"He asks.

"Don't trust him. He's about as shadowed as a cop can get without getting booted off the power. It is my understanding that he is quietly being investigated by the US Attorney,"I tell him.

"well, Mr. Henry Graham Greene, it's to a greater extent than just an investigation, but I believe that he is on the verge of being indicted,"He tells me putting his finger to his lip indicating that I'm not supposed to say anything. I nod my head plausive to acknowledge his request for me to be tacit on the matter.

Once back outside, chieftain puts his food for thought and the DVDs into his government agency fomite. He reaches into his air hole and hands me his card. I see it has the William Hoover construction address on it from DC.

"So, you're actually from DC ?"I ask.

"Yes, I am. There are seat that are wonderful to hold out, but parts of DC are just as ghetto as some of the more well-known ghettos across the country such as Watts and South-Central LA. I live in Virginia, but I work in DC,"he tells me.

"well, I'm probably going to be stopping in DC sometime later this week. My fellowship just bought a tower and I need to go visit it,"I tell him.

"Which tower ?"

"We bought the one that was owned by the Kraft company,"I tell him.

"Oh, I hope you're going to clean that building up. It was built a little less than ten years ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is lots of money spent ensuring that buildings stay clean and neat in appearance, but not the Kraft building. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking care of it the mo it became occupied,"he tells me, which really surprised me that we would get such an good linear perspective of the building.

"well, it's no longer going to be called the kraft building. We're renaming it the bird of Jove. We have renamed all of the tugboat that we bought after a bird of some sort,"I tell him.

"Where else did you buy ?"He asks.

"Well, here in LA, which we call the mortarboard. One in Tampa, which we call the Flamingo, one in capital of Wisconsin Wisconsin River which we call the Snowy Owl, and one in Toronto that we call the blueness Jay,"I tell him.

"That will be courteous to alter the gens to yield people the understanding that ownership has changed,"the Captain says.

"We're also looking at one in capital of Georgia, that if we get it, we will squall that one the Falcon and one in genus Phoenix that we will predict the Cardinal, there's also a potential drop one in Dallas that we would call the Vulture,"I tell him.

He nods indicating he understands but asks,"I see some of the dame coincide with sports team, Atlanta, Toronto, and Phoenix. However, some don't make any sense,"he says to me.

"None of them are designed to be named after the sports franchise. They are named after birds that are autochthonic to the city,"I tell him.

"Now that makes Thomas More sense. Such as Tampa being the Flamingo or capital of Wisconsin being the Snowy Owl,"he says smiling.

He reaches into his coat sac and offers me one of his cigars."Do you like a good cigar ?"He asks me.

"Why, yes. My kickoff wife made me give them up. She hated the smell of them so instead of constantly arguing with her, I just throw in the towel them."I tell him.

He hands me the cigar, handclasp my paw and goes back to curb on his agent's progress on the investigation.

I turn and go back inside.

CHAPTER 2

I see John is now up and eating. I just smile and giggle to myself. Bobby comes over to me and asks how many steaks or costa would I like to eat, or would I prefer them to lay down me a fixture breakfast ? I followed whoremaster's lead and took the ribs asking for 5 with some potato salad if there is any left.

"Any left, there's maybe 6 or 7 large lawn bowling of potato salad available,"Bobby tells me. He begins to heat up the costa and heads to the big kitchen to get another arena of potato salad.

John the Evangelist isn't saying a Bible ; he just keeps shoveling the food into his lip. I see him with a glass of juice, no need to ask what flavor the juice is.

As we sit there, a run-over looking Missy scuffs into the kitchen. She kisses King John on the cheek and comes over to me to do the same thing.

"good Morning, my don't we look all spiffy,"I say to her in a teasing manner.

"David, what day is it ?"she asks.

"Dominicus,"I tell her.

Her eyes get turgid and she says,"squat. Where are my apparel ? I have a shift at the restaurant at 2,"she says in a much more frantic manner.

"Darling, I believe that your clothes are on the flooring in the garage following to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Friday Nox,"I say to her smiling the whole meter. This makes lavatory bird while eating.

Missy gets up and headway out to the garage. A few minute of arc later she came back deep down and asked,"Um, how do I get out of the garage. The big room access seems to be locked,"she says. I get up and abide by her out to the service department. I undo the carabiner from the track and fire the door, pushing the unresolved button. She starts her car and backs out telling me she will most definitely be back IF she's welcome. I tell her that she is always welcome. As she is focusing on me, she almost runs over an FBI agent. I poke the clit and open the front gate. She slowly drives her car through the gate and down the road. I close the gate as I see police captain Perez watching me.

I hit the button to close the garage door and walk back inside.

After John cultivation, I ask him to raise all the security shutters to allow the sun into the menage. He tosses his plateful with the empty castanets into the trash and relocation to the behind of the house to begin raising the shutters. His earphone buzzes.

"Hello, this is John. No, you promised me that your measurement guys would be here today, not tomorrow. So, here's the plan. If you are determined to not show up until tomorrow, you will see the company who has taken your job. Otherwise, you have until 3 this afternoon to feature your measuring multitude here. Thank you and sustain a nice day,"he says without raising his voice or being nasty. I am very proud of him. He's handling himself with keen adulthood and demeanor.

Dakota and Donna come scuffling into the kitchen, where Sammy pokes the button to give the sack up the coffee pot once again pouring out the now moth-eaten coffee.

It dawns on me that I haven't seen any of my tenants nor the CG boys since yesterday. I'm middling for sure I know where they all are but decide to get up and go stay for myself. I walk out to the pool family first. I knock and one of the CG boys opens the threshold. I ask if everyone is ok inside, he assures me that both he, his full cousin and both twins are all right. I thank him and head over to the studio.

I knock on that door, but no one answers. I hear interpreter inside. I quietly open the room access and step inside. There I see Allison with a camera on her shoulders and Belinda sitting upright with her book binding against a wall masturbating. She has a dildo that she is using to reach her pinnacle. Suddenly she stops. Allison asks,"What's the thing ? Why did you end ?"

Belinda just raises her arm straight out from her monumental pectus to point at me. I say,"I'm sorry, I guess I caused that,"causing Allison to jump but not degenerate the tv camera as she wasn't expecting anyone to utter behind her.

I offer my services to facilitate Belinda progress to that all elusive orgasm. She nods in approval. I move over to her and commit on her legs sliding her soundbox down to be flat on the primer coat. I lay between her branch and begin to lick her womanhood ; I only get a few mo in before there is a knock at the studio apartment room access. I here Saint John the Apostle announce himself asking if I was in there.

Allison tells him that I am, but I am rather busy currently, which makes Belinda smile as she begins to wrestle her coxa to my licking.

"Um, I'm sorry, but Special agentive role Fernandez is inside in the aliveness room wanting to speak to you,"he says through the door. Allison opens the door and I invite him inside.

"John, maybe you could polish off what I have started since exceptional Agent Fernandez's timing is rather poor,"I say getting up from between Belinda's ramification and wipe my face off with a towel I see on the counter. I head out pulling the door closed behind me and channelize inside. Once I was inside the sign, I saw Special factor Fernandez standing by the front door with an gasbag in his hand.

"Special Agent Fernandez, what do I owe the social occasion ?"I ask.

"I'm just stopping by to give you this from the US Attorney,"he says to me as he hands me the envelope.

I open it and see yet another tick inside. This one is for $ 250,000. I just shake my head.

"Is there a problem,"Fernandez asks me.

"No, no problem. You keep bringing me unexpected checks,"I say to him causing him to smile.

I offer him food for thought, which he politely declines. I thank him and he leaves. I stand there looking at the assay trying to figure what else to do with this money. I take it down the hall to Jill. I hired man her the check and smile.

"Nice,"Jill says looking at the check.

I got to thinking about how I had stopped reading Bob's journal. I looked for the one that I had started. I found it in the living elbow room, next to the couch on an end board. I picked the book up and settled into the cast to read some more. One point that I saw which interested me was a street mark troupe. Bob made a serious dot that most if not all street signs seem to be universal. As he put it in the Holy Scripture,"A block up signboard is just that no subject where it might be posted in the US,"making banknote that it is possible for a company to bid on DOT contract bridge and draw and ship to the assorted localisation the signs.

I find a pen in the ring-binder of the script and circle this idea.

I hear a crash in the kitchen. I get up and head to the kitchen to see an embarrassed Donna looking at the denture she dropped. Sammy is already getting the Scots heather and dustpanful to clean up the mess.

"Don't worry about it, Miss Donna. We do this all the time,"Bobby tells her. I say to Donna and Dakota to not make a motion as there is glass everywhere. Both of them pick their feet up and put them on the rungs of the chair.

Sammy is working diligently at sweeping up all the glass and dumping it into the trash.

As privy works his way around the humbled floor of the sign of the zodiac, Diane comes out and begins to help him. I see them stealing candy kiss here and there, which I find rather cute. It dawns on me that I have not asked Dakota how well John is doing with the new job of being my assistant.

"He's doing quite well, dad,"she says to me.

"And, you, how are you doing ? I'm not stressing you, out am I ?"I ask, worrying about both John and her pregnancy.

"No. He's listening and following steering. He's starting to anticipate, which is good,"she says to me.

Amy now arrives, with both Donna and Dakota telling her that there is spyglass on the kitchen floor. This prompts Amy to go get the vacuum cleaner. She hands it to Sammy who plugs it in and turns it on.

After just a duet of minutes, Sammy has the entire floor vacuumed and he wraps up the cord and hands it back to Amy.

I put the diary from Bob into a drawer in the kitchen and head to my authority to log onto my computer.

When I get there, I see my gorgeous wife already working.

"Hey there beautiful, when did you get up here ?"I ask.

"Oh, about an 60 minutes or so ago. Rob sent us an email that you need to take,"she tells me, making me a bit nervous.

I turn on my laptop and get prepared for Rob's electronic mail. Once loaded up I read the heading,"danger testament Robert Robinson, DANGER,"I smile because I know of Rob's sexual love for old TV shows, such as ‘ lost In Space ’.

I open the email and it reads,"Well, as you anticipated, I found various early employees that have not been terminated off the system. Three of the sawbuck tracks that you sold have all their employees still dynamic in our organisation. I terminated all the employees from the horse cut. Out of curiosity, did you develop any casinos ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own THREE casino. One in OK, one in Florida, and one in Arizona. The three amount of Thomas More than 3,000 employees. I have made a list of them but call for your direction on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

"cassino, really ?"I say out loud causing Jill to stop and investigate what's wrong.

"Well, we apparently now own three cassino. OK, Florida, and Arizona,"I tell her.

"How did we acquire them ?"Jill asks.

"I have no earthly musical theme. I have Rob looking into it,"I tell her.

"You're not overloading Rob, are you ?"She asks.

"Um, well I don't know. I sent him about 20 or so people from the war hawk, but I'm not sure where we are on the other chemical group,"I reply.

"Let's call him, right now,"she says.

Jill picks up her electric cell phone and dials up Rob.

"Hey Rob, it's me, Jill. St. David and I are worried that we may have overloaded you with this project. Are you doing OK ?"She asks.

"well, kind of. I mean the grouping that St. David sent me from the Hawk was a vast assistant, but now finding these four casinos,"he says before I stop him.

"quaternary ? I thought you said there were only three,"I say with him on speakerphone.

"fountainhead, they are in three states, but there are four casinos. One in Sooner State, one in FL, and two in Arizona. One near Tucson and one in phoenix,"he tells us.

My brain raceway towards Tina and her being in phoenix with her female parent.

Jill thanks Rob for his intemperately work and ends the call. I suggest,"Hey, since we will be traveling this calendar week, why don't we stop over in capital of Arizona to chaffer Tina and tick off on this casino that we own,"I say to Jill. She readily agrees.

CHAPTER 3

I see another e-mail that interests me. It's from Roger. It reads,"I heard about the shooting at your home. I guess the fools are stupid, shooting up a party that is full of FBI broker and their kinsperson. You need to set a plan in place when something like this happens, whether you are at the theater or not. You may not be the target as you have three ladies who are pregnant. The bad guy cable may opine that your weakness is through them,"he writes.

I reply that I agree with his belief that they may target the three pregnant ladies, but I joke ‘ speculation they haven't met Dakota yet ’.

As I sit at my laptop, staring at the blind, I look over to Jill who isn't showing her pregnancy yet. I shrug my shoulder joint and go back to reading emails.

I check the email number and see that there are 311 emails. I round up the ones that are extra and cancel them before I begin to read the one labeled ‘ read-only ’. My job is to read and delete them, getting my email box empty. It takes about two hr to study all the emails.

"Hey, Hun, what do you think about getting Saint John the Apostle a truck of his option ? I think that he is getting frustrated with riding in Diane's car all the time. I was thinking of maybe a Gerald R. Ford excursion. I don't want him to have a pickup as everyone he knows will always ask him to help oneself them prompt their stuff,"I tell her.

"I think that is a marvellous theme. Have you come up with anything for Dakota yet ?"She asks me.

"No,"I say to her.

We go back to working on our calculator. About an hour later Jill exclaims,"There, my email box is now empty !"She says with a glee in her voice.

It is just over a half hour before my email inbox is also empty. We both cheeseparing our laptop and head teacher downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a small fragment of trash all the way out into the dining room. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our inaugural aid kit offering to strike guardianship of this for me. She squirts it with hydrogen peroxide, drying it with a piece of cotton fiber rub and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ Hello Kitty'Band-Aid. This garners several hoots and comments from the group. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ Hello pussy'Band-Aid.

As common, Dakota did a fine job of taking aid of me. It is still bothering me that I haven't sentiment of something for Dakota yet.

I look around and resolve to assemble everyone that is inside the house currently.

"Hey, can I get everyone into the TV elbow room please ?"I ask.

It takes a few minutes, but once I see everyone I begin.

"Well, I've spoken with Roger though e-mail and we have concluded that we need some plans put in place regarding this sign of the zodiac and a state of lockdown. First, let me take up with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a seat on the storey, no matter where they are. The closest unity to any window will jab the buttons to expend the protection shutters. Those who have a carry permission will retrieve their firearm, attaching it to their hip until the totally event is over,"I tell everyone. I see virtually all the mathematical group nodding their header up and down indicating yes, they understood.

"Now the tougher scenario. If Jill and I are gone, but John is here. He becomes in charge. No one leaves and no one enters the house, except for law enforcement. Everyone knows that I'm not a fan of Lt. Vladimir Horowitz, so do not let him inside no matter what he says. This is a common soldier mansion house and he is not welcome. Should both John and Dakota not be here, then any of the four noblewoman Donna, Paula, Jennifer, or Sharon are to be in charge. If I call anyone and narrate them to use code 69, I expect that the firm is to be locked down no matter what. Does anyone not empathise what I've described ?"I ask.

No one has anything to say.

"Alright, time for a quiz,"I say to some storm faces.

"If Jill and I are here and there's an incident outside, who's in thrill ?"I ask.

Paula raises her hand to answer the interrogation,"Um, You and Jill are in electric charge. We are all to get on the floor. If you happen to be by a windowpane, then it is your responsibility to drop the security shutters,"she says.

"THAT'S RIGHT !"I say felicitous to take heed that at to the lowest degree one person is listening.

"If John is here, who's in charge if Jill, Dakota, and I are not here ?"I ask.

Again, Paula raises her hand,"If you three are not here, then John is in charge,"she tells every one of us.

What does code 69 mean ?"I ask.

Once again, Paula with the answer,"It means, no matter what is going on, to put the theater into lockdown,"she tells all of us.

"Now, anyone OTHER than Paula…. What happens if John, Dakota, Jill and I are not here but there is an incident outside ?"I ask.

I see Paula wanting to raise her handwriting, but she keeps it down. Finally, Donna solution,"Then either Paula, Sharon, Jennifer, or I are in charge,"she tells everyone.

"THAT'S CORRECT,"I say out loud.

Paula still gets to point something out."David, what if all four of us are here ? Who's in charge then ?"She asks.

"Use your C. H. Best discernment,"I tell everyone.

"One last query, whom here have I not bought a car for ?"I ask, seeing Jill act a bit nervous.

John, Donna, Diane, Marcus, Amy, Missy, Danni, and cockcrow. I do the mental mathematics in my point, ‘ this should spend the $ 250K and maybe even a bit more ’.

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a bang on the breast door. Again, Jennifer opens it to see skipper Perez complete with his half a cigar that he is chewing on.

"I'm here to tell Mr. Henry Graham Greene something,"he tells Jennifer.

I come to the door,"Hello Captain,"I say to him.

"I just wanted you to know that the US Attorney has cleared you of being a defendant and she Thanks you for the two DVDs helping our investigation,"he tells me.

We shake hands and he says as he is leaving,"Ever make it to DC and we can go give birth a beer and a cigar together,"smiling the unhurt time.

"We should be there either Tuesday or Wednesday, so you're not going to get rid of me THAT easily,"I say to him smiling as well.

He goes back remote and begins wrapping up the mathematical group of FBI agents, sending them home or back to the power. Once they are all gone, the courtyard looks nice with no agent buzzing around it.

As I close the front door, I hear privy ask,"Hey, is there any more steaks left ? I'm hungry,"he says grin and causing a few giggles from some of the ladies.

There is a knock at the front man door again. I open it to find the guy from the Ice truck.

"Um, sir I have to report that there is a distich of holes in the slope of our truck,"he tells me.

I step outside and walk over to the motortruck. He points to not one but two holes. I notice that there is a third gob that he had not seen. I tell him that I'll have my indemnity take tutelage of it, truth be known, I'll have the people who repair our limousine for Black Car and Happy, Happee limo necessitate caution of the truck.

"I'll hold on the keys then, to get the truck repaired,"I tell them. We shake manpower and off he goes in a waiting vehicle that is in the street outside the front man gate.

I head inside and ask King John and Marcus to finish up emptying the ice truck into the many coolers that still line the outside of the mansion by the two pools. I direct him to get the dolly from the garage which he does to carry all the base through the house and out to the poolside field. The CG Guy see what is going on and join in to facilitate,

Sammy doesn't hotness up any steaks for lavatory as he is working on emptying the ice truck.

King John does note,"David, you remember we have those big freezers in the big kitchen and the third base kitchen. Maybe we should satisfy them first to maintain and use the ice instead of putting them in the tank and losing the ice."

"John, that's a great musical theme ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the coolers outside. In fact, maybe give a couple of grip to the twins in the pond star sign. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes lavatory to smile even though he knows that the CG boy are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and John begin loading the dolly with grip of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need Sir Thomas More than one dolly, so I text Dakota to Order a couple more dollies, the character that the beverage trafficker use. They fold out to carry much to a greater extent than just the regular standup dolly. She texts back her common ‘ K ’.

I decide to direct out to the ice hand truck to see just how many old bag of ice still remained in the back. As I peered around the doors, I see maybe 200-300 bags still stacked up. I shook my head knowing that all of this won't fit in the two freezers, but maybe privy or Marcus can heap them to take a majority.

As I come back around the binding of the truck, a car sits at the logic gate honking its car horn. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the gate's electronic panel, poke the appropriate buttons and the logic gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a buss. I poke the necessary push to close the gate and think that maybe we need to have the gate company come and put different four-digit computer code into the electronics so trusted people, such as Dr. Ronda don't need me or anyone to let her in the gate.

Ronda parks her car, but I tell her that I would rather she park in the garage. I head inside the house to give a garage door. Ronda pulls her car into the garage, parking right where fille had her car parked.

It dawned on me that maybe I need to buy Ronda a new car as well. Her car isn't all that old, but it does have some gasoline mileage on it and as she seems to make Chateau calls, some for work, some for play maybe she needs a better one as well.

Once I get into the garage, I poke the buttons, the garage threshold finale behind her. I open her driver's door to aid her step out. She puts her arms around me and kisses me passionately.

When we break from our kiss I ask,"I'm guessing you're not here for piece of work then,"I say smiling.

"well, actually I'm here for both work and toy if that's alright with you,"she says smiling back at me.

"Then let's get the work out of the way,"I say.

We go inside. I have my arm around her as we stop in the kitchen and see Jill and Dakota sitting quietly drinking their coffee.

"Hey noblewoman, look what I found outside,"I say with a big cheesy grin plastered on my face.

Ronda goes over to each of them and snog them and asks,"Is there any more of that delicious coffee I smell ? I haven't had any chocolate since I left the hospital early this morning,"she tells us. Sammy begins to pour her a cup asking if she needs cream or sugar.

"If I need cream, I know who to get it from,"she says smiling at me. This causes a giggle among the Lady sitting in the boom area.

Ronda has her coffee in one hired man and takes my hand to lead me to my own bedchamber. I hear the ladies joke saying,"Guess she needed some ointment for her java,"causing all of them to giggle again.

Stupidly, I stop her before we get to the bedroom."Hey, I thought you were here for some work,"

She stops and turns around saying,"Oh, you company pooper. I'll go care my piece of work then you're mine,"she says with a funny little smile.

Ronda goes back to the kitchen, where she had set her doctor bag down. She asked for Jill first. She put the line of descent pressure cuff on her, listened to her heartbeat, and asked various questions before declaring that Jill was moving along just mulct with her pregnancy.

After Jill, she moved on to Diane. Once again, she put on the blood line pressure cuff, listened to her external respiration, but since Diane was farther along than Jill, she also listened to her belly before she declared that everything appears to be fine with Diane.

Now, it was Dakota's turn. Originally, she fussed a bit but finally relented. This made me odd as to why she would fuss.

Ronda started the same way, descent imperativeness manacle, listening to her instant and external respiration, and asking respective questions. It took several Sir Thomas More minutes before Ronda told us that she would wish Dakota to get some blood trial run, the Sooner the better.

Now, I was concerned."What's going on Doc ?"I asked.

"Oh, I don't think it's anything, but she tells me that she is very hit and drop in taking her prenatal vitamins. David, she needs to drive them regularly they don't assistant her sitting in the nursing bottle,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a present moment and ask,"Energy Department she experience to take them with food or can she just convey them anytime ?"

"If she takes them in the morning, on an empty stomach is best or maybe even with a little glass of water. If they are making her sick to her stomach then bring them at bedtime with a small collation,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a moment before I tell Bobby and Sammy,"Gentlemen before Dakota gets one drop cloth of java, she must take her antenatal vitamin. This is important to me guy,"I say to them. Both chefs acknowledge what I have told them and agree.

Dakota answers,"That's just have in mind Daddy. No umber without me taking my vitamins, mean, just sheer tight,"causing everyone around us to giggle. Bobby and Sammy are quite the gentleman and don't say a word.

Once Ronda is done with her doctorly tariff, she puts her equipment back into her physician bag, zips it closed and takes me by the hand once again taking a huge gulp of her coffee, emptying the cup. This makes for another of the gentlewoman at the dining room table to quip once again,"Guess she doesn't want the ointment for her coffee, maybe she just likes the taste of his pick,"causing to a greater extent giggles, however, now it turns to laughter.

Ronda pulls me down the hallway to my bedroom.

Once inside, she instructs me to sit on the bed with my back to the wall. I am expecting one of her delightful blowjobs, but quite to my surprisal, she sits on the bed facing me with all her clothes on.

"David, do you remember telling me that we would make a fantastic sister together ?"She asks.

"Of course, I do."

"Were you life-threatening or were you just saying something nice to me ?"She asks with a serious feel on her face.

"I was good then and am still life-threatening saying it even today. Is this what your asking ? If I will make a baby with you ?"I ask her in a grievous manner.

"wellspring, form of. I see pregnant women every day and, in my head, I hear the tick-tock of my baby making twelvemonth going by degraded and faster. I know you have two minor on the way already with Jill and Dakota. But I just can't get you out of my head. You are everything that I want in the Father of my child. You are impertinent, you are handsome, you make good conclusion, you mentor John telling me that you would be a wonderful parent. Why can't I shake this feeling about you ?"She says with her eyes welling up.

I reach out and pull in her into me for a firm but a gentle hug. We just sit together in each other's weapons system for quite a while.

"Darling, I love you as well. However, there is someone in this equation that you need to get permit from. I would love to make a baby with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's permission. There are dozens of things that I don't need her permit for, including us performing, but to produce a youngster, that is something entirely different,"I say to her as I'm hugging her.

"I know, I know. But before I go and humiliate myself in front of her by asking, I wanted to see that you were still a uncoerced participant,"she says to me without even looking up from my chest.

"Ronda, obviously we have chemistry. I hear it from Dakota all the time that she sees the way we look at each other, more like lover than fun partners,"I say to her.

I continue on,"ducky, I am More than willing to create a child with you. You are many things that to the highest degree men would want. You're beautiful, you're a intimate dynamo, you are smart, you are hardworking, you have a heart inside you, and your still reasonably young."The last comment gets me a poke in the ribs from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably vernal ?"She asks.

"wellspring, you aren't in your early 20, but you're not as old as Mom either,"which gets me another garget from Ronda.

"sustenance it up funnyman,"she says to me.

"Ronda, I do love you, there's no denying it. But I worry that you will feel neglected to be number three in my spirit. Have you thought about that ?"I ask.

"to a greater extent than I care to admit. In my head, I think that I can just raise our child as a unity parent and if you participate then it only benefits our kid, if you choose to not participate then I've lost nothing since I'm acting as a one parent,"she tells me before raising up to snog me passionately.

"Darling, you won't have to raise our child alone. Hell, move into the Chateau with us and sell your home. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be other pregnant charwoman here as well. In fact, the whole Chateau will be overrun with nestling by next Halloween,"I tell her. This makes her smile.

"Would you really want me to move in here ? And, what about all the shooting that have gone on here lately ?"Ronda asks.

"Yes, I would make love for you to move in here. As for the shot, well, the FBI is all over it. In addition, I'm putting a couple more security system affair in seat,"I tell her trying to pull in her feel safe about coming here.

"Is that all you have to ask me ? If I want to cause a baby with you ?"

"Yeah, now I got to go abase myself with Jill begging for you to urinate a sister with me,"she says in a defeated tone.

"Honey, this isn't let's make Ronda tactile property bad. Hell, I'll go with you if you would like. I just want her OK before I create another child,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be in good order ; I do feel something blood-related to the chemistry between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a stronger billet in my middle over Ronda.

"Um, no. I think that this is just something that I need to do by myself,"she says to me. This causes her to get out of bed and leave the elbow room. I frown a bit hoping that we would at least play before she went looking for Jill.

I get up and head back out to the kitchen where I was greeted by a duo of the noblewoman checking their imaginary watch saying,"WOW, Daddy that really was a quickie,"causing the peeress to catch fire with giggles and some laughter.

CHAPTER 4

As I approach the kitchen, I see Ronda and Jill sitting and talking at the board, holding hands.

I get summoned over to the table, which makes me nervous.

Jill begins,"Jacques Louis David, are you willing to make a baby with Ronda ?"

"wellspring, only if you give your approval. There are few things that I seek your permission for but this is certainly one of them,"I say to Jill.

"deary, if you're uncoerced, I'm alright with it. Plus, she could move in here with all of us since we now have lost a couple of people, like Kim and Kay,"she says.

As I am standing there, Mom and Fred come walking hand in hand around the corner.

"What's going on ? Is St. David being put in time-out for doing something wrong,"Mom asks giggling as she asks ?

"No Mom, nothing like that, although maybe we should put him on confinement and strike away his miniature,"Jill replies giggling as she says this to Mom. This again causes some laughter from the ladies sitting at the dining room table.

"Then what is it ?"

"Dr. Ronda wants to have a child with St. David,"she says.

"THAT'S ALL ? netherworld, who here doesn't want to ingest a infant by St. David ?"Mom says laughing.

Mom continues,"I only hope the baby is made the old-fashioned way and not this new-fangled test-tube manner,"Mom quips.

"No, no test-tube. Just knit stitch ole sex and I'm pretty certainly my David will take entire vantage of trying to create the child every prospect he gets,"Jill says giggling some more.

Ronda stands up, releasing Jill's paw and comes over to me taking my hand and saying,"C'mon lover, we have a baby to make,"smiling the totally time.

She pulls me through the house to my chamber once again. We both get on the bed, albeit we strip before getting on the bed.

"David, make making love to me,"Ronda says in a romantic tone.

"Absolutely, my Darling,"I say to her.

We begin kissing and nibbling on each other. I hear her saying over and over,"Oh gawd you make me so turned on,"as she begins to pick on my ear.

Although I was disappointed a few minutes ago, now I was hard as a rock and chose to bound off pleasing her orally and travel right into fucking her, or as she put it, making passion to her.

I slide my hips between her thighs lining up my manhood with her possible action. I gently push just a small bit of my cock into her wetness. She moans as I begin to enter her. I feel the wetness her womanhood is creating around my cock.

Slowly and gently, I keep pushing my peter into her slit. It doesn't hold very long before I'm fully inside of her. We begin our thrust in unison. She whispers in my ear,"I will love you forever,"barely audible.

"Our infant will be beautiful just like you,"I say back in her ear. She smiles at me as our thrusting cream up.

We match each other's thrusting before I hear her reach her first blossom,"OH MY GAWD Jacques Louis David, I SO love life YOU,"telling me as she cums hard for the first orgasm.

As I'm thrusting into her, out of the corner of my eye, I see we have gained a crew. Jennifer, Amy, and Dakota are all watching Ronda and I go at it.

Continuing to thrust into her again and again, she peaks once again."GAWD David, YOU brand ME CUM SO darn HARD,"as her eye roll back in her head.

"Darling, HERE I CUM, LET'S MAKE THAT BABY,"I say to her as I shoot all I have into her waiting and accepting womanhood.

Once I have cum so hard, I find that I am worn out. I roll off of her and just lay there with her head on my chest.

I hear the ladies say,"See, I told you. He makes a woman cum at least twice before he lets himself orgasm. Pay up ladies,"Dakota says with her hand stretched out waiting for money.

"grip on a second, now you ladies are betting on me ? What am I a horse, this ain't no Kentucky Derby,"I say astonished that now I'm being bet upon. Of form, it's all Dakota's doing.

I see money being put into Dakota's hand, she closes it and giggles. She comes over to me and pat me on the capitulum like an owner pats their preferred dog."Nice boy, you made Mamma some money,"smiling as she said that.

Something in my principal made me think about tomorrow being Monday. I ask everyone to head back to the TV way once again. I see a couple of eye rolls, but everyone heads back there.

I put some shorts on and my common white tee shirt and head to the TV room as well, dragging Dr. Ronda behind me.

When I turn the corner, I see Dakota and Jennifer herding everyone back into the TV room.

I stand at the doorway to the room,"Tomorrow is Monday. I would like for everyone to go to their business as common. We won't be deterred from our normal routines. Those who are here, need to check the protection camera from time to time. Tomorrow I'm going to approach the urban center Council to see if they will trade me the road that leads to our mansion, maybe they'll just be felicitous that there is one to a lesser extent road that they will have to keep up and let me possess it for a sane cost,"I tell everyone.

Gospel According to John and Marcus come into the TV room all sweaty. They have completed their task and the ice truck is now empty. Dakota begins dialing up for a truck size tow hand truck to do to pick up the ice truck and subscribe it over to the place that all the limos get fixed.

It dawns on me that if the bullets didn't come out the other English, then maybe senior pilot Perez would want to get off his forensics team out to fish out the slugs.

After I say my speech about not changing tomorrow's normal obligation, I dial up Captain Perez.

"Hello, this is Perez,"he says answering the phone.

"chieftain, this is St. David Graham Greene. It occurs to me that the ice motortruck in my courtyard might have two or three heater in it. There are three bullet holes, so if they didn't come out the other side, your forensics team may be able to retrieve them,"I say to him.

"I'll send them right over. They should be there in about an hour or less,"he tells me.

"We'll be sure to look for them,"I say.

We end the call.

"What's that noise ?"I ask.

John replies,"That's the measuring team for the windows, apparently they listened when I told them to be here before 3. Now they are measuring every window,"he says smiling.

"Nice work, john,"I say to him.

"pappa, are we dismissed ?"Dakota asks.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed,"

Ronda leans in and gives me a osculation, causing Dakota to come over and do the same.

"Remember, take your prenatal vitamins or no deep brown,"I say to her smiling. She playfully slaps me on the shoulder before kissing me and walking away swinging her cute ass at me.

Bobby comes around the recession and asks me if it was OK to make tonight taco-night. I told him it was fine. He said that he and Sammy have differing kernel flavoring and would like everyone to try each one and reach them a preference.

In my head, it sounded like fun.

"Hey hombre, do we have all the fixings in the house, or do we need to make a grocery shop run ?"I ask.

"We have everything including hard-shell and soft taco shells,"Sammy tells me.

I was thinking that this could be a fun night."Be surely to announce to everyone that tonight is taco night. Oh, and I hope I don't have to tell you that whoremonger will probably eat a twelve or to a greater extent tacos,"I say to the chefs.

"We're already prepared for him,"Sammy replies.

"Nice !"

Bobby and Sammy both go around telling everyone that tonight is Taco Sunday night and there will be a contest that everyone needs to participate in. I see everyone's eyes brighten up, including my newest lover/baby maker Dr. Ronda.

"Guess I'll have to enjoy the spicy food before I'm pregnant,"Ronda says to me.

Mom does ask Bobby if the spice can be toned down a bit for her as her belly doesn't take to spicy food for thought all that well. Bobby tells her that they have already figured that and will make a little separate pan of meat with virtually no seasoning which made her smile.

I look around and get hold of stock of the good things that are happening here.

The CG son are dating porn counterpart. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want child from me. Diane is pregnant with John's baby and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are wonderful charwoman who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio business. BJ and Danni are wonderful sexually charged char that are both beautiful as well as being bright. miss will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to recreate with. Belinda seems to be working toilsome with Allison as well. morning has fit in well here and her cleaning service has taken the encumbrance off Amy to run the house. The two chefs are odd in addition to being wonderful Captain Cook. John, well he is my protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the transition from being a kid in Diane's crew that just always said ‘ fuck'to a mature youthful man that accepts responsibility and has a much more senesce demeanour.

Amy has really begun to flourish in the office of keeper of the home. Getting the cleansing service was perfect. Now she can rivet on just running the home and not being a striver to it.

And then there is Mom. She's beautiful, she's sexually a dynamo. Clearly, she and Fred have found some sort of happiness. Mom pathfinder me when I find myself in a difficult office. I am very glad to have brought her to the West seacoast and helped her sell her airless sign of the zodiac in the Hampton, for which she got the in high spirits amount of money ever sold by a non-beachfront property.

Fred, who started out by being Jill and my personal chauffeur, but now has some sort of relationship going on with Mom. He remains the stoic valet de chambre always looking out for the kinfolk's refuge. His two nephews have been wonderful guarding the castling mentality. Now that they are dating the porn twins, I'm sure that their awareness of security will amp up when motive be.

sign Newberg's release and his nieces Kim and Kay choosing to move out discomfited me. Tina moving away to her Mom's theater in Phoenix made sense, but still bummed me out a bit.

Thinking about Tina made me recall that we will drop in on Tina and check on her on the way back from our East Coast/Tampa trip.

I checked with Dakota to get to sure everything was set up with the jet for an betimes morning Tuesday departure. We discussed going to DC first, then down to capital of Georgia to see this building that Jennifer is trying to make a bargain on, and then on to Tampa. On the restitution, we will lay off unpredicted in capital of Arizona to have a flavor in on our Tina.

I know that when Dakota gets further along with her gestation, she really won't be going anywhere, but still, I want her to have time with the new sister, our baby.

Thinking about our three fraught madam, Diane is the inaugural due in mid to late May. Dakota is following to be due in late June. Jill due after the one-quarter of July and now, if I get Dr. Ronda pregnant before Christmas, she'll be looking at an Aug or Labor Day due date. I laughed at my own joke ; she goes into labor on Labor Day.

CHAPTER 5

As dinner time approached, Bobby and Sammy gathered us all to get along to the dining room table. No one was surprised that John had his ass in a chair before anyone else. Although when Diane walked up to the table, John jumped up and pulled out a chair for her.

I pulled out three chairs. One for Jill, one for Dakota, and one for Dr. Ronda. John just sat there smiling being thankful that he only has one gentlewoman pregnant.

Bobby and Sammy announced that dinner party was served. He made it clear that the ladies all get to go first. I looked around and didn't see Mom nor Fred. I sent Paula after them thinking that maybe they didn't hear the direction to add up to greaser Sunday. Paula went down the hallway and came back seconds later telling all of us that she ‘ was busy ’. We all laughed as the ma'am got up and made their tacos.

The hard-crispy shells were going at a charge per unit of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded lettuce, diced tomatoes, sour cream, Armerican cheddar and Monterey Jack cheeses all shredded, both fresh and pickled chilli pepper, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, various hot sauces, a red-pepper based gram molecule and a fresh tangy sauce.

As promised, they had a separate pan of sum for Mom with virtually no spiciness in it.

Diane took a small sum of both portions of meat and made two like tacos, both with the flour tortilla. She put meat, wampum, diced tomatoes, and shredded Cheddar cheese. She also took a spoonful of the mango-lime salsa, which she said tasted like nothing that she has ever had. That made both chefs smile as did me.

Jill and Dakota must experience taken corrode category from John. They both took 4 crunchy greaser shells each. Two case for each heart and soul. They put the meat in the cuticle then covered it with the holdfast that they wanted.

John the Evangelist, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the porn twins, the CG boys, and Allison might be. John and I both got up and went outside. whoremonger went to the Twin's doorway telling the four of them that it was taco night and that their mien was being missed at the dinner board.

I headed over to the studio apartment. Again, I knocked and once again no solution. I opened the door quietly to see Allison on the front end of the television camera with Belinda holding the camera. Once again, it was a onanism scene. I just stood there watching until Allison noticed me and stopped.

"David, you have the worst timing, I was almost there,"she says to me.

"I'm sorry ladies, but dinner is served and your presence or lack of it is noticeable. It's Taco Sunday and the chefs would care you to take part in their little contest about who's seasoning is better,"I tell them smiling. This makes Allison get up and Belinda put the camera down on the sofa. They both walk with me back to the main house.

Once we are back inside, I see the pornography twins with the CG boys all sitting together. They don't think that I see it, but each couple is holding the hand of their partner. I just smile as I walk by them.

Allison and Belinda each go get themselves a collection plate taking care to try both case of meat. They fix themselves a taco each. I see Jill and Dakota already on their third wetback and yet, John Lackland hasn't even had one taco yet.

Once all the ladies have food in battlefront of them privy bounds up like someone set his ass on fervidness. He heads over to the taco bar and takes not 4, not 6, but 8 knockout shells and begins filling them with inwardness and fixings. Jennifer, John's Mom, makes light of John's endless appetite. Everyone giggles.

The eating and socializing go on for a yoke of hour. The CG boys regale us with narrative of some of their mystify adventures working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the eventide telling us about being aboard the ‘ Big Stick ’. All in all, it was a delightful time. A time that we all needed to let the tenseness of the late event just go by.

As the dinner began to wrap down, I asked Dr. Ronda to stay the night, but she said she had to get back base as she has a few patients in the hospital that she needs to inflict before heading to the office in the good morning. Before she leaves, she does make credit that moving in here would save her about a one-half an hr of force time as it is so much closer to the hospital that she works out of.

"Just one of the things in the life of a doctor,"she tells me. I kiss her and walk her out to her car. I poke the clitoris to open the garage doorway and the front logic gate. I watch her drive off thinking how the baby will be so beautiful, all because of her.

I close the gate then the garage threshold. Before I head back inside, I'm cornered in the garage with Jill.

"Are you really OK with Dr. Ronda wanting to have a infant by you ?"She asks in a serious tone.

"Of course of instruction, I am. We discussed it before she ever came to ask you. She was all nervous that you would ready her beg or embarrass her somehow,"I tell Jill.

"Why would I do that ? She's a shipboard soldier and she's our Quaker,"Jill says to me.

"I believe that she was just overthinking the whole scenario,"I tell Jill.

"Seriously, you don't smell anxious that Dakota and I are already fraught with your youngster and now Dr. Ronda wants one as well ?"

"Actually, I feel quite honored. You and I had discussed this in bed a couple of metre. Until she told me, I never knew that one of Dakota's arcanum was to have a baby and it really shocked me that she chose me as the Father of the Church. Now, Dakota says that I look at Ronda differently than any other of the playgroup,"I say to Jill.

"fountainhead, you do. It's almost as if you are trying to ‘ make sleep with'to her each time you two get together. If I wasn't your wife, I would probably be covetous,"Jill says to me.

"Really ? Jealous ? I would never have guessed,"I say to Jill.

"You realize that I'm still a woman, not just your wife and a Marine,"she replies.

"I feel so golden that you married me,"I say to her.

Jill steps forward, puts her sleeve around me and kisses me. We hold the kiss for several minute before we break and head back inside.

When we get back inside, we hear all the rowdy laughter from the group. Apparently, individual challenged John that he couldn't eat another 12 greaser, fully loaded. He was currently eating numeral 7 and didn't look like he was slowing down a bit.

"Can I get in on this ? I put my money on whoremaster,"I say to the table.

John finished number 7 and Begin at number 8. In my head, I was sure that this was Dakota's doing, but a few minutes later I find out that it is Jennifer who put this all together. Imagine that, his own Mother betting against her son. If anyone had insider information about John's eating riding habit, it would be Jennifer.

lavatory finished phone number 8, then 9, then 10. At number 11, whoremaster showed a major slow down. He struggled through the taco. He just stared at taco numeral 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a couple of pickled jalapenos underneath all the fixings. She let the juice from the jalapeno drip all over the heart and soul before adding the fixings.

Saint John the Apostle picked up the wetback and took a huge chomp, deciding that if he took two or three big bites, it would be done with quickly.

However, with the mystery item in the taco, John swallowed the bite and yelled,"sanctum Fuck ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the electric refrigerator and poured himself a big glass of milk, sat back down and took another huge bite. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big sup of milk. On the final bite, he dangled the bite over his mouth before shoving it in. The fille all laughed as Jennifer had to paw over the money collected to John.

John counted the money and gave me half of the winning. I just told him to keep it. I knew in my affection that he would have a solution to the hugger-mugger component that his Mother has put in the taco.

Bobby and Sammy both laughed out meretricious asking John if he wanted any to a greater extent taco. This drew laughter from everyone. All in all, John had made over $ 100 from that trivial bet. His Mother said it was the salutary money spent on John in a long while.

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner table. Mom went over to the little pan that the chefs had waiting for her with petty to no spice. She took a spoonful and kissed each one on the cheek telling them the kernel was perfect. Fred let her hold a shell before he made one for himself. He took 4 voiceless wetback shells filling two each with each inwardness. He really didn't take much of the fixings. He took some lettuce, some diced tomatoes, and some shredded Cheddar cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the tabular array to vote for the meats. Pan one, the yellow pan. Pan two the blue devil pan. As I went around the table it seemed to go back and forth yellow, wild blue yonder, sensationalistic, blue, blue, scandalmongering and on and on.

After everyone had cast their vote, it was blue ahead by one vote, but Fred had not voted. He chose xanthous. That tied it all up and the two chefs shook hands and decided to do the Saame matter the next taco night.

As the night went on, people began heading to bed since tomorrow was a workday. Jill and I were one of the last ones to leave the table with Dakota following us to our bed. I stripped down, Jill did the same, as did Dakota. We all snuggled up together and drifted off to sleep.

I opened my eye checking that I had put my phone on the battery charger, which I had before I drifted off to kip with my two darlings all snuggled up to me.

Yes, being that chauffeur that mo in my spirit changed thing for the better.

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