The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The Investigation Begins

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

The side by side morning time when I woke up, I found myself in bed with both Jill and Dakota once again. Jill faced away from my spinal column and Dakota was all snuggled into me with her precious ass pushed up against my groin.

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

After finishing my dayspring duties, I washed my hands and came out of the lavatory looking at my two pin-up still sleeping. I put on a yoke of shorts and a tee shirt and headed out to the kitchen grabbing my phone off the charger on the way out.

Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of succus and just sat at the kitchen tabular array seeing Bobby and Sammy still putting matter away from yesterday's party. Looking at all they were still putting away, I just figured that my boy bathroom 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 tree pot roared to lifetime making both ladies smile.

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

Jennifer started,"Are you kidding us, David ? He's been trying so heavily these past few calendar month to emulate you that how could he NOT attend and act More mature. Holy crap, you are old enough to really be his Father-God, and for that, I am so thankful. Many times, when I hear Dakota call you ‘ pa'I think that maybe privy should be calling you the Sami thing. You have done more for him in the by few month than his biological don ever did,"she says to me with a big smile on her facial expression.

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

eyesight 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 Dominicus. I heard a knock at the breast door. Jennifer got up and went to the door, opening it carefully. A large man with half an unlit cigar in his mouth showed her his FBI designation. She asked why he was here, and he told her that he needed to speak to me. She called out to me.

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

I saw several factor buzzing around taking pictures and measurements.

"howdy, Mr. Henry Graham Greene. I'm Captain Perez. Washington sent me to handle the investigation of yesterday's shooting,"he told me.

"well, Captain, it's David. Mr. Greene is my buy the farm Father,"I tell him.

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

"Well, Captain. Let me ask, how are all your federal agent ?"Looking at him, causing me to squint a bit looking towards the sunup sun.

I stepped a dyad of stairs to his side to avoid looking into the sun. He turned with me and said,"All the agents are ticket. The most life-threatening one was agent Don…um…hold on for a second while I check my notes. Oh, here it is, agentive role Don McHenry. Yes, he's fine. The hospital stitched him up and sent him house late stopping point night,"he tells me.

I summon Sharon over and tell her the tidings. She kisses me on the cheek and runs off to get her phone. In literally second base, I see her chatting with individual, whom I assume is Agent Don. I see her smile. She puts her phone down and comes back to me telling me she is heading over to his firm to ‘ admit maintenance of him'all the spell she is smiling her big beautiful smiling. I check with the Captain to stool sure it is OK for her to leave, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

She quickly heads off to modify clothes and go see agentive role Don.

Captain Perez begins,"Mr. Greene, I hope you understand that it's nada personal, but you are a suspect as well,"he tells me in a solemn manner.

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

"How can you do that ?"

"I can defecate you a DVD of all of our security tv camera in just a few bit if you are interested ?"I ask.

"Absolutely,"he tells me.

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

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

"Mr. Graham Greene, do you have a transcript of the other shooting your sign took a couple of weeks ago as well ?"

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

I put the first DVD into a clear character and mitt it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a phonograph record of meat out. Bobby begins to enfold up several steaks into a turgid piece of tinfoil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 ribs into two heavy spell of tin foil When all the nitty-gritty is wrapped up, they put the three firearm of wrapped heart and soul into a composition bag and hand it to Captain Perez, who tries politely to refuse. They won't hear of it and pull him to pick out the paper bag.

I just smiling.

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

"master, may we discuss someone from the metropolis police force for a yoke of moment ?"I say as we are walking back towards the strawman door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are intimate with a city police Lieutenant Horowitz. I mean, I'm not sure if especial Agent Fernandez made quotation of him in his written report or not,"I say to the Captain.

"wellspring, yes there were a couple of annotation about him, but what do you desire to say about Lt. Horowitz ?"He asks.

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

"wellspring, Mr. Greene, it's more than just an investigation, but I believe that he is on the verge of being indicted,"He tells me putting his finger to his rim indicating that I'm not supposed to say anything. I nod my oral sex affirmatory to recognize his request for me to be understood on the matter.

Once back outside, Captain puts his food and the DVDs into his government agency fomite. He reaches into his sack and hands me his card. I see it has the Hoover building computer address on it from DC.

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

"Yes, I am. There are places that are terrific to live, but parts of DC are just as ghetto as some of the more well-known ghettos across the res publica such as watt 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 company just bought a tug and I need to go visit it,"I tell him.

"Which tugboat ?"

"We bought the one that was owned by the kraft paper ship's company,"I tell him.

"Oh, I hope you're going to strip that building up. It was built a little to a lesser extent than ten days ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is bunch of money spent ensuring that buildings stay strip and neat in appearance, but not the kraft edifice. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking care of it the moment it became engaged,"he tells me, which really surprised me that we would get such an honest view of the building.

"Well, it's no longer going to be called the kraft paper edifice. We're renaming it the bird of Jove. We have renamed all of the towers 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 Hawk. One in Tampa, which we call the Flamingo, one in President Madison Wisconsin which we call the Snowy Owl, and one in Toronto that we call the Blue Jay,"I tell him.

"That will be overnice to change the names to give hoi polloi the understanding that ownership has changed,"the Captain says.

"We're also looking at one in Atlanta, that if we get it, we will call that one the Falcon and one in Phoenix that we will call the cardinal, there's also a potential one in Dallas that we would call the piranha,"I tell him.

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

"None of them are designed to be named after the sports enfranchisement. They are named after snort that are indigenous to the city,"I tell him.

"Now that makes more than sensation. Such as Tampa being the Flamingo or Madison being the Snowy Owl,"he says smiling.

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

"Why, yes. My showtime wife made me break them up. She hated the smell of them so instead of constantly arguing with her, I just stop them."I tell him.

He hands me the cigar, shakes my script and goes back to stop on his factor'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 ribs would I like to eat, or would I choose them to make me a regular breakfast ? I followed John's leading and took the ribs asking for 5 with some potato salad if there is any left.

"Any left, there's maybe 6 or 7 bombastic bowls of potato salad available,"Bobby William Tell me. He begins to inflame up the ribs and heads to the big kitchen to get another pipe bowl of tater salad.

John the Evangelist isn't saying a Book ; he just keeps shoveling the food for thought into his mouth. I see him with a deoxyephedrine of succus, no need to ask what flavour the juice is.

As we sit there, a run-over looking Missy scuff into the kitchen. She kisses John on the impertinence 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 ribbing manner.

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

"Billy Sunday,"I tell her.

Her oculus get large and she says,"bull. Where are my clothes ? I have a shift at the restaurant at 2,"she says in a much more frantic manner.

"ducky, I believe that your wearing apparel are on the flooring in the garage adjacent to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Friday nighttime,"I say to her smiling the whole time. This makes John snort while eating.

miss gets up and point out to the service department. A few minutes later she came back interior and asked,"Um, how do I get out of the garage. The big door seems to be locked,"she says. I get up and abide by her out to the service department. I undo the carabiner from the trail and lift the threshold, pushing the open 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 clitoris and give the front gate. She slowly drives her car through the gate and down the road. I close the gate as I see sea captain Perez watching me.

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

After John polish, I ask him to put up all the certificate shutters to allow the sun into the house. He tosses his dental plate with the empty os into the trash and moves to the fundament of the menage to set about raising the shutters. His telephone set buzzes.

"how-do-you-do, this is Saint John the Apostle. No, you promised me that your measuring guys would be here today, not tomorrow. So, here's the plan. If you are determined to not express up until tomorrow, you will see the caller who has taken your job. Otherwise, you have until 3 this afternoon to have your measuring masses here. Thank you and have a nice day,"he says without raising his vox or being nasty. I am very proud of him. He's handling himself with not bad due date and demeanor.

Dakota and Donna come scuffling into the kitchen, where Sammy pokes the button to evoke up the umber pot once again pouring out the now stale coffee.

It dawns on me that I haven't seen any of my tenant nor the CG boy since yesterday. I'm fairly sure I know where they all are but decide to get up and go hinderance for myself. I walk out to the pool home 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 cousin and both Gemini are fine. I thank him and head over to the studio.

I knock on that door, but no one answers. I hear vocalisation inside. I quietly open the door and footstep inside. There I see Allison with a television camera on her shoulder joint and Belinda sitting vertical with her rear against a paries masturbating. She has a dildo that she is using to reach her pinnacle. Suddenly she stops. Allison asks,"What's the matter ? Why did you hold back ?"

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

I offer my services to help Belinda get hold of that all elusive orgasm. She nods in approval. I move over to her and perpetrate on her legs sliding her body down to be flat on the primer. I lay between her legs and begin to lick her womanhood ; I only get a few minute of arc in before there is a knock at the studio room access. I here toilet announce himself asking if I was in there.

Allison tells him that I am, but I am rather occupy currently, which makes Belinda smile as she begins to writhe her hips to my licking.

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

"John, maybe you could finish what I have started since particular Agent Fernandez's timing is rather pitiful,"I say getting up from between Belinda's legs and wipe my human face off with a towel I see on the rejoinder. I head out pulling the door closed behind me and head inside. Once I was inside the theater, I saw Special Agent Fernandez standing by the front door with an envelope in his hand.

"Special agent Fernandez, what do I owe the function ?"I ask.

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

I open it and see yet another check mark 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 solid food, which he politely declines. I thank him and he leaves. I stand there looking at the check trying to see what else to do with this money. I take it down the hall to Jill. I hand her the check and smile.

"Nice,"Jill says looking at the check.

I got to thinking about how I had stopped reading Bob's diaries. I looked for the one that I had started. I found it in the animation elbow room, next to the sofa on an end board. I picked the book up and settled into the couch to take some More. One item that I saw which interested me was a street sign troupe. Bob made a good point that most if not all street signs seem to be universal. As he put it in the book,"A break off signal is just that no thing where it might be posted in the US,"making note that it is potential for a troupe to bid on DOT contracts and shit and ship to the versatile fix the signs.

I find a pen in the binder of the book and round this thought.

I hear a clangoring in the kitchen. I get up and head to the kitchen to see an hinder Donna looking at the plate she dropped. Sammy is already getting the broom and dustpan to clean house up the mess.

"Don't concern about it, Miss Donna. We do this all the prison term,"Bobby tells her. I say to Donna and Dakota to not move as there is chalk 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 john works his way around the lower stage of the menage, Diane comes out and begins to help him. I see them stealing kisses here and there, which I find rather cute. It dawns on me that I have not asked Dakota how well bathroom is doing with the new job of being my assistant.

"He's doing quite well, daddy,"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 directions. He's starting to anticipate, which is thoroughly,"she says to me.

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

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

I put the diary from Bob into a draftsman in the kitchen and head to my billet 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 read,"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 WILL Ray Robinson, risk,"I smile because I know of Rob's love for old TV appearance, such as ‘ doomed In Space ’.

I open the email and it reads,"Well, as you anticipated, I found several one-time employees that have not been terminated off the organization. Three of the gymnastic horse tracks that you sold have all their employees still active in our organisation. I terminated all the employees from the sawbuck tracks. Out of curiosity, did you acquire any gambling casino ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own THREE casinos. One in Oklahoma, one in Florida, and one in AZ. The three amount of More than 3,000 employees. I have made a list of them but demand your charge on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

"CASINOS, really ?"I say out loud causing Jill to kibosh and enquire what's wrong.

"Well, we apparently now own three cassino. Oklahoma, Sunshine State, and Grand Canyon State,"I tell her.

"How did we win them ?"Jill asks.

"I have no earthly 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 Hawk, but I'm not for certain where we are on the other radical,"I reply.

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

Jill picks up her cell phone and dials up Rob.

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

"wellspring, kind of. I mean the mathematical group that David sent me from the war hawk was a vast help, but now finding these four casinos,"he says before I stop him.

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

"wellspring, they are in three state of matter, but there are four gambling casino. One in Oklahoma, one in Florida, and two in Grand Canyon State. One near Tucson and one in phoenix,"he tells us.

My mind wash towards Tina and her being in Phoenix with her Mother.

Jill thanks Rob for his firmly work and ends the claim. I suggest,"Hey, since we will be traveling this week, why don't we stop over in Phoenix to chat Tina and check on this casino that we own,"I say to Jill. She readily agrees.

CHAPTER 3

I see another email that sake me. It's from Roger. It reads,"I heard about the shooting at your household. I guess the saphead are dazed, shooting up a party that is to the full of FBI agents and their crime syndicate. You need to set a plan in place when something like this happens, whether you are at the house or not. You may not be the target area as you have three ladies who are significant. The bad guys may cerebrate that your weakness is through them,"he writes.

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

As I sit at my laptop computer, staring at the projection screen, I look over to Jill who isn't showing her pregnancy yet. I shrug my articulatio humeri and go back to reading emails.

I check the e-mail number and see that there are 311 emails. I round up the I that are duplicates and delete them before I begin to read the 1 labeled ‘ read-only ’. My task is to study and delete them, getting my electronic mail box empty. It takes about two hr to read all the electronic mail.

"Hey, Hun, what do you mean about getting bathroom 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 Ford excursion. I don't want him to give birth a pickup as everyone he knows will always ask him to help them move their stuff,"I tell her.

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

"No,"I say to her.

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

It is just over a half time of day before my email inbox is also discharge. We both close our laptops and mind downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a small shard of glassful all the way out into the dining room. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our low aid kit offer to need maintenance of this for me. She squirts it with H peroxide, drying it with a piece of cotton wipe and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ hi Kitty'Band-Aid. This garners several shucks and remark from the group. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ Hello kitty-cat'Band-Aid.

As usual, Dakota did a o.k. job of taking concern of me. It is still bothering me that I haven't thought of something for Dakota yet.

I look around and resolve to garner 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 email and we have concluded that we need some plans put in situation regarding this household and a state of lockdown. first, let me start with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a seat on the floor, no matter where they are. The closest ace to any windows will poke the buttons to drop the certificate shutters. Those who have a carry permit will find their small-arm, attaching it to their hip until the unhurt event is over,"I tell everyone. I see virtually all the group nodding their heads 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. Horowitz, so do not let him inside no thing what he says. This is a private residence and he is not welcome. Should both John Lackland 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 tell them to use code 69, I expect that the house is to be locked down no topic what. Does anyone not realise what I've described ?"I ask.

No one has anything to say.

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

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

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

"THAT'S right hand !"I say felicitous to hear that at least one person is listening.

"If John is here, who's in electric 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 kick,"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 theatre into lockdown,"she tells all of us.

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

I see Paula wanting to raise her helping hand, but she keeps it down. Finally, Donna solvent,"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 dear opinion,"I tell everyone.

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

John, Donna, Diane, Marcus, Amy, fille, Danni, and dawn. I do the genial math in my head, ‘ this should expend the $ 250K and maybe even a bit more ’.

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a knock on the forepart room access. Again, Jennifer opens it to see maitre d' Perez complete with his half a cigar that he is chewing on.

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

I come to the door,"hullo skipper,"I say to him.

"I just wanted you to know that the US lawyer has cleared you of being a defendant and she Thanks you for the two DVD 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 have a beer and a cigar together,"smiling the unit 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 alfresco and begins wrapping up the group of FBI agents, sending them abode or back to the power. Once they are all gone, the court looks prissy with no agentive role buzzing around it.

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

There is a knock at the front threshold again. I open it to detect the guy from the Ice truck.

"Um, sir I have to report that there is a couple of hole in the position of our motortruck,"he tells me.

I step outside and walk over to the truck. He points to not one but two holes. I notice that there is a third hole that he had not seen. I tell him that I'll have my insurance policy take away care of it, truth be known, I'll have the hoi polloi who repair our limousine for Joseph Black Car and Happy, Happee limousine take care of the truck.

"I'll keep the cay then, to get the truck repaired,"I tell them. We shake hands and off he goes in a waiting vehicle that is in the street outside the presence gate.

I head inside and ask John and Marcus to finish up emptying the ice truck into the many tank that still line of business the exterior of the theater by the two puddle. I direct him to get the dolly from the garage which he does to dribble all the bags through the house and out to the poolside area. The CG guy wire see what is going on and join in to serve,

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

John does note,"David, you remember we have those big deep freezer in the big kitchen and the third kitchen. Maybe we should fill them first to go on and use the ice instead of putting them in the coolers and losing the ice."

"John, that's a expectant idea ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the coolers outside. In fact, maybe gift a couple of traveling bag to the twins in the syndicate business firm. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes St. John the Apostle to smile even though he knows that the CG male child are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and John begin loading the dolly with bags of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need more than one dolly, so I text Dakota to order a couple more dollies, the type that the beverage vender use. They fold out to carry much to a greater extent than just the habitue standup dolly. She texts back her usual ‘ K ’.

I decide to head out to the ice truck to see just how many dish of ice still remained in the back. As I peered around the room access, I see maybe 200-300 cup of tea still stacked up. I shook my head teacher knowing that all of this won't fit in the two freezers, but maybe John or Marcus can pile them to aim a majority.

As I come back around the back of the truck, a car sits at the gate honking its horn. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the gate's electronic panel, poke the earmark buttons and the gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a kiss. I poke the necessary buttons to close the gate and consider that maybe we need to have the gate company get and put dissimilar four-digit code into the electronics so trusted mass, 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 service department. I head inside the house to afford a garage door. Ronda pulls her car into the garage, parking right where girl 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 possess some mileage on it and as she seems to pee Chateau calls, some for body of work, some for play maybe she needs a good one as well.

Once I get into the garage, I poke the buttons, the garage door closes behind her. I open her driver's door to help her footfall out. She puts her arms around me and kisses me passionately.

When we break from our buss I ask,"I'm shot you're not here for workplace then,"I say smiling.

"fountainhead, actually I'm here for both study and play 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 ladies, look what I found outside,"I say with a big cheesy smile plastered on my face.

Ronda goes over to each of them and buss them and asks,"Is there any Sir Thomas More of that delicious deep brown I smell ? I haven't had any umber since I left the hospital early this sunup,"she tells us. Sammy begins to pelt her a cup asking if she needs cream or sugar.

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

Ronda has her coffee in one hand and takes my script to lead me to my own sleeping room. I hear the noblewoman joke saying,"Guess she needed some cream for her coffee berry,"causing all of them to giggle again.

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

She stops and turns around saying,"Oh, you party pooper. I'll go handle my work then you're mine,"she says with a queer fiddling smile.

Ronda goes back to the kitchen, where she had set her doctor bag down. She asked for Jill first. She put the descent atmospheric pressure cuff on her, listened to her heartbeat, and asked several 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 pressure cuff, listened to her breathing, 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 like way, line of descent atmospheric pressure turnup, listening to her jiffy and breathing, and asking several questions. It took several more than minutes before Ronda told us that she would like Dakota to get some rake tests 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 miss in taking her prenatal vitamins. St. David, she needs to take them regularly they don't assist her sitting in the bottle,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a present moment and ask,"Does she have to lead them with food for thought or can she just take them anytime ?"

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

I think for a mo before I tell Bobby and Sammy,"Gentlemen before Dakota gets one drop of java, she must adopt her prenatal vitamin. This is authoritative to me Guy,"I say to them. Both chefs acknowledge what I have told them and agree.

Dakota answers,"That's just stand for Daddy. No coffee without me taking my vitamins, mean value, just apparent mean,"causing everyone around us to giggle. Bobby and Sammy are quite the valet and don't say a word.

Once Ronda is done with her doctorly duties, she puts her equipment back into her doctor 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 ladies at the dining room table to quip once again,"Guess she doesn't want the cream for her coffee, maybe she just likes the tasting of his emollient,"causing more 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 delicious blowjobs, but quite to my surprise, she sits on the bed facing me with all her clothes on.

"David, do you recall telling me that we would make up a wonderful baby together ?"She asks.

"Of course of study, I do."

"Were you serious or were you just saying something nice to me ?"She asks with a sober look on her face.

"I was serious then and am still sober saying it even today. Is this what your asking ? If I will seduce a babe with you ?"I ask her in a serious manner.

"well, kind of. I see significant women every day and, in my head, I hear the tick-tock of my baby making years going by faster and faster. I know you have two nipper 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 baby. You are smart, you are handsome, you make good decisions, 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 oculus welling up.

I reach out and displume her into me for a firm but a gentle hug. We just sit together in each early's branch for quite a while.

"favourite, I love you as well. However, there is someone in this equation that you need to get permission from. I would love to name a baby with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's permission. There are lots of things that I don't need her license for, including us playing, but to produce a youngster, that is something entirely dissimilar,"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 ensure that you were still a willing player,"she says to me without even looking up from my chest.

"Ronda, obviously we have chemistry. I hear it from Dakota all the metre that she sees the way we look at each other, more like lovers than play partner,"I say to her.

I continue on,"darling, I am more than uncoerced to produce a tiddler with you. You are many thing that most men would need. You're beautiful, you're a sexual dynamo, you are sassy, you are hardworking, you have a tenderness inside you, and your still reasonably young."The last commentary gets me a poke in the ribs from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably Cy Young ?"She asks.

"Well, you aren't in your early on twenties, but you're not as old as Mom either,"which gets me another Phytolacca americana from Ronda.

"bread and butter 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 life. Have you thought about that ?"I ask.

"More than I care to admit. In my head, I think that I can just recruit our child as a single parent and if you participate then it only benefits our child, if you choose to not enter then I've lost nothing since I'm acting as a individual parent,"she tells me before raising up to kiss me passionately.

"Darling, you won't have to raise our child alone. Hell, move into the Chateau with us and trade 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 shaver by next Halloween,"I tell her. This makes her grinning.

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

"Yes, I would love for you to move in here. As for the shooting, well, the FBI is all over it. In addition, I'm putting a couple to a greater extent surety things in seat,"I tell her trying to do her feel safe about coming here.

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

"Yeah, now I got to go humiliate myself with Jill begging for you to make a baby with me,"she says in a vote out tone.

"love, this isn't let's make Ronda feel bad. Hell, I'll go with you if you would like. I just want her OK before I create another fry,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be right hand ; I do feel something consanguineal to the chemistry between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a solid property in my heart 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 room. I frown a bit hoping that we would at least child's play before she went looking for Jill.

I get up and channelise back out to the kitchen where I was greeted by a couple of the ladies checking their imaginary lookout saying,"WOW, dada that really was a quickie,"causing the ladies to erupt with giggles and some laughter.

CHAPTER 4

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

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

Jill begins,"St. David, are you willing to take a leak a infant with Ronda ?"

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

"Darling, if you're bequeath, I'm alright with it. Plus, she could act 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 handwriting in hand around the corner.

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

"No Mom, nix like that, although maybe we should put him on restriction and take away his toys,"Jill replies giggling as she says this to Mom. This again causes some laughter from the gentlewoman sitting at the dining room table.

"Then what is it ?"

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

"THAT'S ALL ? inferno, who here doesn't want to have a baby by Saint David ?"Mom says laughing.

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

"No, no test-tube. Just plain ole sex and I'm pretty sure my David will withdraw full moon advantage of trying to create the child every probability he gets,"Jill says giggling some more.

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

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

"Jacques Louis David, make beloved to me,"Ronda says in a romantic tone.

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

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

Although I was disappointed a few minute of arc ago, now I was hard as a rock and roll and pick out to jump pleasing her orally and move right into fucking her, or as she put it, making love to her.

I slide my articulatio coxae between her thighs lining up my humanness with her opening. 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 muliebrity is creating around my cock.

Slowly and gently, I keep pushing my tool into her slit. It doesn't take very long before I'm fully inside of her. We begin our stab in unison. She whispers in my ear,"I will have it off you forever,"barely audible.

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

We match each early's thrusting before I hear her ambit her showtime prime,"OH MY GAWD Saint David, I SO LOVE YOU,"telling me as she cums hard for the outset orgasm.

As I'm thrusting into her, out of the nook of my eye, I see we have gained a bunch. 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 shuffle ME CUM SO shucks HARD,"as her heart roll back in her head.

"dearie, Hera I CUM, LET'S make THAT babe,"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 lady,"Dakota says with her hand stretched out waiting for money.

"Hold on a 2nd, now you ladies are betting on me ? What am I a cavalry, this ain't no Kentucky Derby,"I say astonished that now I'm being bet upon. Of course, 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 head like an owner pats their preferent dog."Nice boy, you made Mamma some money,"smiling as she said that.

Something in my head made me think about tomorrow being Monday. I ask everyone to head back to the TV elbow room once again. I see a duad of eye rolls, but everyone promontory back there.

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

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

I stand at the doorway to the room,"Tomorrow is Mon. I would like for everyone to go to their jobs as usual. We won't be deterred from our pattern routines. Those who are here, need to check the security camera from time to time. Tomorrow I'm going to approach the urban center Council to see if they will sell me the route that leads to our family, maybe they'll just be felicitous that there is one lupus erythematosus road that they will have to maintain and let me have it for a fair monetary value,"I tell everyone.

John and Marcus come into the TV room all sweaty. They have completed their project and the ice truck is now vacuous. Dakota begins dialing up for a motortruck size of it tow motortruck to come to nibble up the ice truck and train it over to the lieu that all the limousine get fixed.

It dawns on me that if the bullet train didn't come out the other incline, then maybe Captain Perez would want to send his forensics team out to fish out the slugs.

After I say my talking to about not changing tomorrow's pattern tariff, I dial up Captain Perez.

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

"police chief, this is Jacques Louis David Greene. It occurs to me that the ice hand truck in my courtyard might feature two or three bullets in it. There are three bullet muddle, so if they didn't come out the former face, your forensics team may be capable 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 surely to look for them,"I say.

We end the call.

"What's that interference ?"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.

"pa, are we dismissed ?"Dakota asks.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed,"

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

"Remember, pick out your antenatal vitamins or no coffee,"I say to her smiling. She playfully slaps me on the shoulder before kissing me and walking away swinging her cunning ass at me.

Bobby comes around the corner and asks me if it was OK to take in tonight taco-night. I told him it was delicately. He said that he and Sammy have differing essence seasonings and would wish everyone to try each one and give way them a preference.

In my head, it sounded like fun.

"Hey guys, do we have all the fixings in the home, or do we need to make a grocery depot run ?"I ask.

"We have everything including hard-shell and cushy wetback carapace,"Sammy tells me.

I was thinking that this could be a fun Night."Be sure to announce to everyone that tonight is taco dark. Oh, and I hope I don't have to tell you that John will probably eat a XII or more than 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 Sun night and there will be a contest that everyone needs to take part in. I see everyone's eyes brighten up, including my newest lover/baby maker Dr. Ronda.

"supposition I'll have to enjoy the spicy intellectual nourishment before I'm significant,"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 foods all that well. Bobby tells her that they have already figured that and will make a small disjoined pan of gist with virtually no flavouring which made her smile.

I look around and take neckcloth of the good affair that are happening here.

The CG boy are dating porn twins. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want babies from me. Diane is pregnant with John's baby and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are tremendous cleaning woman who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio business. BJ and Danni are grand sexually charged women that are both beautiful as well as being smart. Missy will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to play with. Belinda seems to be working punishing with Allison as well. Aurora has fit in well here and her cleanup Robert William Service has taken the load off Amy to run the house. The two chefs are laughable in addition to being tremendous James 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 young man that accepts responsibility and has a much more fledged demeanor.

Amy has really begun to flourish in the theatrical role of steward of the family. Getting the cleaning service was perfect. Now she can focus on just running the household and not being a slave 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 guides me when I find myself in a difficult berth. I am very glad to consume brought her to the West slide and helped her sell her stuffy mansion in the Hamptons, for which she got the eminent amount of money of money ever sold by a non-beachfront property.

Fred, who started out by being Jill and my personal chauffeur, but now has some form of relationship going on with Mom. He remains the stoic gentleman always looking out for the family's safety. His two nephews have been wonderful guarding the castle mentality. Now that they are dating the porn twins, I'm sure that their awareness of security system will amp up when need be.

Mark Newberg's exit and his nieces Kim and Kay choosing to go out let down me. Tina moving away to her Mom's home in Phoenix made sensory faculty, but still bummed me out a bit.

Thinking about Tina made me mean that we will drop in on Tina and condition on her on the way back from our due east Coast/Tampa trip.

I checked with Dakota to make sure as shooting everything was set up with the jet for an early morning time Tuesday release. We discussed going to DC first, then down to Atlanta to see this building that Jennifer is trying to constitute a deal on, and then on to Tampa. On the return, we will stop unannounced in phoenix to have a look in on our Tina.

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

Thinking about our three pregnant ladies, Diane is the first due in mid to late May. Dakota is next to be due in late June. Jill due after the twenty-five percent of July and now, if I get Dr. Ronda pregnant before Christmastime, she'll be looking at an August or Labor Day due date. I laughed at my own joke ; she goes into labor on Labor Day.

CHAPTER 5

As dinner clip approached, Bobby and Sammy gathered us all to come to the dining elbow room table. No one was storm that John had his ass in a professorship before anyone else. Although when Diane walked up to the tabular array, John jumped up and pulled out a chair for her.

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

Bobby and Sammy announced that dinner was served. He made it unmortgaged 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 commission to come to Taco Sunday. Paula went down the hallway and came back seconds later telling all of us that she ‘ was in use ’. We all laughed as the madam 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 lucre, diced tomatoes, sour cream, Armerican cheddar and Monterey diddly-squat cheeses all shredded, both unfermented and pickle jalapenos, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, various hot sauces, a red-pepper based mole and a sweet tangy sauce.

As promised, they had a break up pan of meat for Mom with virtually no spice in it.

Diane took a humble measure of both portions of meat and made two similar tacos, both with the flour tortilla. She put gist, lolly, 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 feature taken run through classes from John. They both took 4 crunchy wetback shells each. Two shells for each meat. They put the heart and soul in the shells then covered it with the fixings that they wanted.

John, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the porn twins, the CG male child, and Allison might be. John and I both got up and went outside. John went to the Gemini's door telling the four of them that it was taco night and that their presence was being missed at the dinner table.

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

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

"I'm sorry noblewoman, but dinner is served and your presence or want of it is noticeable. It's taco Sunday and the chefs would care you to participate in their piffling 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 independent house.

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

Allison and Belinda each go get themselves a plate taking care to try both eccentric of gist. They fix themselves a greaser each. I see Jill and Dakota already on their one-third taco and yet, john hasn't even had one taco yet.

Once all the lady have food in front of them whoremaster bounds up like someone set his ass on fervidness. He heads over to the taco bar and takes not 4, not 6, but 8 heavily casing and begins filling them with essence and fixings. Jennifer, John's Mom, makes Inner Light of John's dateless appetite. Everyone giggles.

The eating and socializing go on for a pair of hour. The CG boys regale us with tales of some of their amazing adventures working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the eventide telling us about being aboard the ‘ Big joint ’. All in all, it was a delightful clip. A time that we all needed to let the stress of the recent events just go by.

As the dinner began to roll down, I asked Dr. Ronda to stay on the Nox, but she said she had to get back household as she has a few patients in the infirmary that she needs to bring down before heading to the spot in the morning. Before she leaves, she does defecate mention that moving in here would save her about a half an hour of drive time as it is so a great deal closer to the hospital that she works out of.

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

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

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

"Of trend, I am. We discussed it before she ever came to ask you. She was all uneasy that you would wee-wee her beg or embarrass her somehow,"I tell Jill.

"Why would I do that ? She's a devil dog and she's our friend,"Jill says to me.

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

"Seriously, you don't feel ill at ease that Dakota and I are already pregnant with your child and now Dr. Ronda wants one as well ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Jill steps forward, puts her arms around me and buss me. We hold the buss for several hour before we break and head back inside.

When we get back inside, we hear all the raucous laughter from the group. Apparently, somebody challenged St. John the Apostle that he couldn't eat another 12 taco, fully loaded. He was currently eating number 7 and didn't spirit like he was slowing down a bit.

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

John finished number 7 and begins 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 drug abuse, it would be Jennifer.

john finished number 8, then 9, then 10. At number 11, John showed a John R. Major slowly down. He struggled through the greaser. He just stared at greaser telephone number 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a twain of pickled Capsicum annuum longum underneath all the fixings. She let the succus from the jalapeno trickle all over the meat before adding the fixings.

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

However, with the mystery token in the taco, St. John the Apostle swallowed the chomp and yelled,"holy nookie ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the fridge and poured himself a big glass of milk, sat back down and took another huge bite. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big deglutition of milk. On the final bite, he dangled the bite over his mouth before shoving it in. The girls all laughed as Jennifer had to hand over the money collected to John.

can counted the money and gave me one-half of the winnings. I just told him to maintain it. I knew in my center that he would receive a solution to the private constituent that his female parent has put in the taco.

Bobby and Sammy both laughed out loud asking John if he wanted any more wetback. This drew laugh from everyone. All in all, St. John had made over $ 100 from that little bet. His Mother said it was the best money spent on John the Evangelist in a long while.

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner board. Mom went over to the minuscule pan that the chefs had waiting for her with fiddling to no spiciness. She took a spoonful and kissed each one on the nerve telling them the meat was staring. Fred let her reach a home base before he made one for himself. He took 4 unvoiced taco shells filling two each with each meat. He really didn't take much of the fixings. He took some simoleons, some diced tomatoes, and some shredded American cheese cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the table to vote for the meats. Pan one, the yellow pan. Pan two the blue pan. As I went around the mesa it seemed to go back and forth yellowness, blue, yellow, puritanic, blue, yellow and on and on.

After everyone had cast their suffrage, it was blue ahead by one vote, but Fred had not voted. He chose yellowed. That tied it all up and the two chefs shook hands and decided to do the like thing the future taco night.

As the night went on, people began heading to bed since tomorrow was a work day. Jill and I were one of the hold out ones to leave the tabular array with Dakota following us to our bed. I stripped down, Jill did the Lapplander, as did Dakota. We all snuggled up together and drifted off to catch some Z's.

I opened my eye checking that I had put my telephone set on the charger, which I had before I drifted off to sleep with my two pet all snuggled up to me.

Yes, being that chauffeur that mo in my biography changed things for the better.

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