The Chauffeur ( # 43 ) Fighting Back

BY PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Waking up with a brush up Jill was a delicious way to open my eyes. For the first tie in a retentive while, Dakota did not slumber in my bed. I got up and headed towards the bathroom for my morning time ritual. I shaved and I showered.

Once I was through, I went back out to the bedchamber where my darling wife was still sleeping. I put on clothes to channelize towards the mortarboard today as my 24 60 minutes of staying at the Chateau is now over.

I unplug my earpiece, catch my wallet and keys and a pair of shoes and socks. I quietly leave the sleeping accommodation and head towards the kitchen. Once I'm in the kitchen, Dakota and John are already there. John, of course of instruction, is eating a bowl of cereal. Dakota, my darling, is sitting quietly having a cup of coffee.

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

Both John and Dakota are dressed for work. Slowly, mass file out into the kitchen area. I hear what sounds like rainfall. I look out the front windowpane and see that it is pouring hard. I think to myself ; do I maneuver to ferment today or stay here at the Chateau ? My brain leans towards heading to the Hawk.

Over the side by side half 60 minutes or so, people come out to the kitchen. Bobby and Sammy offer them breakfast. Most of them take the fling. I check the time and school principal back down to the bedroom to build certainly she is alert and beginning to get gear up for study. When I open the bedroom door, there sits my gorgeous married woman doing her hair at her constitution mesa. I sneak up behind her and snog her from butt. She moans as I put my blazonry around her from bottom.

I kiss her again and maneuver back out towards the kitchen once again. I realize that I still don't have my laptop, nor does Jill have her pillar. I think about using computers at the office.

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

"Hey guys, could we suffer a nice pork roast for dinner party tonight ? Maybe saucy made mashed white potato and either some carrots or green bean plant along with one of your pleasant-tasting Caesar salads. Is that possible ?"I ask.

"No Saint David, we don't make anything like that. Maybe we will accept some burgers from Red Turdus migratorius delivered…. ha, ha, ha,"Sammy says to me causing me to laugh a bit with his sarcasm.

BJ and Danni are both dressed wonderfully. I think to myself that we need to make certain that we are rotating a mates of the people from the mortarboard to assure that Danni gets a lunchtime.

Noticing the metre once again, I suggest that we should commence heading towards the vehicles in the service department and ride to exploit. Paula and Donna both get into their vehicle. trick unlocks the garage doors by removing the carabiners from the track.

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

We are all driving carefully as we haven't had arduous pelting in quite a while. In fact, it probably has been 6 or 7 calendar week since we have had any rainwater at all. When we get to the Hawk, we all find a parking spot on the 2d flooring. Once parked, we walk across the walkway into the building. We all say hello/good good morning to the security guard and get on the elevator to head up to the top floor.

Once I am there, we all get off the elevator. Sharon, Danni, Jennifer, and Diane all head to their desks. I head to my own desk as well. Jill and BJ head into one of the group discussion rooms to give birth room to spread out their paperwork. We all begin to dig into our line. I open my computer to check the work emails once again. As I scan the electronic mail, I don't see any threatening emails this time. I check with Jill and she doesn't have any suspicious e-mail either.

I begin my usual sorting of email. I scan them and detect one from Rob, the IT guy. He discusses things that his group think motivation to be addressed regarding our computer system. He suggests that we put some new host into maneuver. He also suggests that we upgrade directly from Microsoft the security broadcast to protect our party. His business suggestions make a all lot of sense and I give him the go-ahead to pee-pee the changes. However, I ask if we should keep his group on stave, so he isn't overloaded with task. I figure that I'll get a answer either later today or tomorrow.

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

As I get back to my desk, I see the clock on my computer tell me that it is nearly 11 am. I think to myself that we probably need to order tiffin to be delivered since it is still raining. As I'm looking over the restaurant menu's online, Danni comes to my post door and tell apart me that there is soul here who would like to speak to me. I get up and accompany her back to the reception area. As I approach the region, I see a Los Angeles Policeman.

"hullo, I'm St. David Greene. I understand that you wanted to see me ?"I say to the officer.

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

ship's officer Williams and I head down to the irregular base. We take the crossover to the parking service department. I say hello again to the security measure guard as we head over to the garage. Once I'm in the garage, I see his team car. He unlocks it and we both get into the front seats. He turns his information processing system on its side of meat and slides it down towards the floor. I strap into the seatbelt and off we head.

"officeholder Tennessee Williams, where are we headed ?"I ask.

"To a offence scene Mr. Greene. Your presence is requested by our tec,"he tells me. I'm at a total personnel casualty. However, as we head across town, the letter that I passed along to Agent Longmire comes to my judgment. Did the Mexican Drug trust get to individual that I know ? I'm not trusted whom it might be as everyone was accounted for finis Night. As we turn the street corner, I know who it is. He parks in front of the family. We both get out and head up to the front door. I meet detective James. He tells me that he requested me to come to this criminal offence scene.

investigator St. James carefully takes me inside the house. I take a dyad of steps inside and end. The life room is covered with blood everywhere. There is blood nebuliser on the far wall, there is blood on the bread and butter elbow room couch and all over the chocolate table with a expectant pool of origin at the foundation of the someone who is underneath the sheet.

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

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

He takes a niche of the canvas and pulls it back. I'm stunned, so much so, I head outside to retch my moxie out. I lean over the rail on the front whole step to barf into the plantation owner next to the front steps.

detective Williams stands behind me watching me throw up my guts out. I have never seen anything so violent ever before in my stallion life."This is an old girlfriend who left my house yesterday. We had a fight. I asked her to go forth. My supporter called a cab to bring her home. Are there any spectator ?"I ask.

"Mr. Graham Greene, do you know who this is ?"he asks me.

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

"Yes, he's on his way. Another policeman is bringing him,"the police detective William Tell me.

"investigator, have you been in contact with factor Longmire of the FBI ? She has been chasing a Mexican Drug Cartel who has been threatening to polish off mortal that I know. I gave her a DVD of my house for the past tense 24 hours yesterday. I also gave her a missive that I received threatening to do this,"I tell him. He pulls out his little notepad and begins to make annotation. He asks me for contact information for factor Longmire. I call up her contact info on my cadre phone and hired man the phone to the detective.

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

I sit down on the front footprint. My belly is still existent queasy. I don't know how often time has passed before another police fomite arrives. Saint Patrick gets out of the car and check. He knows the planetary house as well and doesn't take a step towards the home. He, instead just stands leaning against the police vehicle. I look at him, trying my best not to cry as my head keeps flashing back to the furiousness that I saw inside.

Patrick comes over to me and sits down on the stone's throw as well. The rainfall is coming down on both of us.

"Is it daybreak ?"he asks.

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

We both just sit on the footstep staring out to the street and the turn of police cars that are parked there. I see a news van pull in up and get out with a cameraman and a newsman. The uniformed police stop them at the street and start out answering their questions. I see the cameraman do a chimneysweep of the front of the menage. I bow my head and look down at the ground. Patrick gets up and head word towards the intelligence reporters asking them to turn back taking pictures of his booster who was murdered. The reporter tried to ask respective questions only for St. Patrick to turn and take the air away from them.

Patrick comes back over to me and sits down side by side to me on the steps."You were saying that you believe that you caused this to befall to Aurora. What makes you believe that ?"he asks me.

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

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

The investigator spends another twosome of hour asking both Patrick and me motion. We answered all of his questions. However, before the police detective let us go, Agent Longmire showed up. She spent respective minutes chatting with the detective. Once they finished their conversation, she came over to see me and Patrick.

"St. Patrick, this is Agent Longmire. Agent, this is Patrick. This is the person that I was asking both of you to come with my wife and me to dinner,"I tell both.

"Mr. Patrick, I'm sorry that we met under these destiny. Also, I'm sorry for your exit,"she tells him. She flips open her notepad and begins asking me head. I, of course, want her to find these scum-bags and get them out of the picture. She keeps her composure but continues to ask me dubiousness. Once she is finished asking inquiry, she offers both Patrick and me a ride back to where the Police picked us up from.

Patrick and I got into her vehicle. She headed back to the point where the constabulary picked us up. She dropped off Patrick first, then took me back to the hawk. I asked if she could get together me for lunch, she agreed. I directed her to the prissy Italian place that Fred introduced us to.

When federal agent Longmire and I went inside, the owner came right over and asked if Fred and the repose of my group would be joining us. I let him know that it would just be the two of us. He hugged federal agent Longmire, which I believe that she was completely surprised by that.

He sat us at a table and brought over the usual basket of garlic staff of life."David, how did you know that I love garlic bread ?"the broker asks me.

"Um, I didn't. They have great Allium sativum lolly here and the owner brings a field goal of it over to my mesa all the time,"I tell her.

We had a nice meal. broker Longmire ordered Chicken Parmesan on a bed of spaghetti noodles. I offered to order her a glass of Chianti, but she declined saying that she was working. She ordered a crank of dieting Coke instead. I ordered my usual, spaghetti with meat sauce and a couple of meatballs. We sat and had a delightful dejeuner. When it was all over, I paid the lunch bill, but Agent Longmire tried to snaffle the measure, but I was just a equal quicker. This caused both of us to laugh a bit.

She told me that she thought Patrick was a very handsome man and is interested in going out to dinner with him and Jill and me. This made me very felicitous to take heed that such a violent act did not dissuade her from wanting to go out with Patrick.

As we finished our meal, we headed towards the front door to leave. Oddly sufficiency, broker Longmire clutched my elbow joint as we left. This made me finger much better about her.

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

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

The eternal sleep of the good afternoon was spent with me working on my computing machine reading the ‘ read-only'emails and deleting them as they are read.

CHAPTER 2

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

I stood by the lift doors. Dakota and John both came over to me asking what had happened with the police force. I told him that we would take in that treatment back at the Chateau. He didn't ask another parole ; he just stood a few feet away from me waiting for the elevator.

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

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

"Dakota darling, what did you all have for lunch ?"I asked.

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

"federal agent Longmire and I went to Fred's Italian restaurant,"I tell her.

"federal agent Longmire, eh ? Should we look her to register up at the theatre tonight for some playtime ?"Dakota asks but is smiling the hale time.

"No smarty-pants. We just had lunch. However, I saw something that caused me to puke my intestine out. The Mexican Drug combine got to Aurora. They murdered her very violently. There was stemma everywhere. I've never seen so much blood in my entire life sentence. It was horrible,"I say to her. She knows that I'm quite rattled about daybreak. She doesn't say a Holy Scripture, she just stands there next to me, holding my hand. When the elevator room access ding and opens we both step on and rag it down to the 2nd floor.

At the second floor, we get off and accept the crossover to the parking garage. Sharon and Jennifer are both waiting by Dakota's car for her and me.

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

I text Amy asking her if the chefs made the porc roast that I asked for this morning. She told me that Red Turdus migratorius Warren E. Burger were waiting for me to get to the house. Then she texted back that she was just kidding me. I sent her a LOL as Dakota was driving through this wild weather. Clearly, people had forgotten how to drive in the rain as we had several citizenry run traffic lights and lantern slide into the intersection. Which caused me to tighten my seatbelt.

All I could guess about was the frightful scenery of Aurora's body underneath that sheet. What I remember seeing was her throat cut from ear to ear. several stab combat injury and a bullet hole in her forehead with the blood covering her look. It just kept haunting me.

In my head, I couldn't think of how to make up whoever did this pay. When we pull into the courtyard, I begin to contrive a plan on fighting back against our ‘ supporter'the Mexican Drug cartel.

As Dakota pulls into the garage, I see bathroom's hand truck already parked in there. Yet, I don't see Jill's car just yet. I text BJ and ask if they are fold to the house. I get a reply from BJ that they are about 5 minutes away. As we pull into the service department, I just sit in the straw man seat thinking about dawning. I want to struggle back, but I'm not sure just how to approach it. Dakota puts her hand on my left knee, I look at her thanking God that it wasn't her nor Jill.

It dawns on me that I should use my new PR someone to come up to the slaying of Aurora. Let the press push the police and the detectives to address to break of the day's death. As I hear the garage threshold open and see Jill's car enter the garage, I decide to get out of Dakota's car and drumhead inside. I stand by the door to the house and wait for Jill to unite me.

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

We all end up in the kitchen, Bobby tells me that dinner party will be gear up in about 15 minutes, so if I wanted to use up a quick shower, I had adequate time to do so. I think about it for a here and now but decide not to go take a shower.

My phone buzzes. It's factor Longmire.

"Hello factor, why are you giving me a phone call option ? Are you asking if you can fare over for dinner party ?"I ask chuckling a bit.

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

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

"How about tomorrow night, both Saint Patrick and I seem to have an opening on our agenda. Where should we touch you and your wife ?"she asks.

"At your front door,"I tell her.

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

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

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

Agent Longmire tells me that she'll be by tomorrow to the Hawk to bring me both my laptop and Jill's tower. I thank her and we end the speech sound call.

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

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

"OK, everyone, may I give birth your attention for just a pair of minutes. John, will you please go get the kitty house mathematical group ?"I ask.

John gets up and header out to the consortium sign. He knocks on the door and brings them into the family. They come inside and get themselves a dinner party denture. I send Dakota to get Mom and Fred.

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

"I need to recite everyone what the Police picked me up for today. They took me to dawning's star sign. I found her murdered. Her throat was slit from ear to ear. She had multiple stab wounds all over her soundbox plus she had one bingle gunshot wound in the center of her forehead. There was lineage everywhere. I have never seen such a gruesome situation. It made me go international and puke my guts out. I now know whom they went after, someone that I mistakenly kicked out of our theatre yesterday,"

"What do we do then ?"Jennifer asks.

"I don't know. But I do know that we need to watch each former's backrest. If you have a carry permit, please fag out your weapon. If you don't have a carry permit, then please check with someone who does have one. I don't want anyone here hurt, am I clear about this ?"I ask.

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

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

"Jose, I want to pain them. I want to direct the fight to these shithead. They murdered someone and did it in a horrible manner. How do I aim the battle to them ?"I ask.

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

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

"Then here's what we're going to do. I have it on good data, that we know where their master hideaway is located. They also have about a dozen low stead that they inventory weapons and hoi polloi to agitate. Care to go after them ?"Fernandez asks me.

"Abso-fucking-lutely Now it's time to engage the fight to them,"I say to Fernandez.

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

I tap John, Dakota, Jill, Donna, and both the CG boys. I tell the boys to get their rifles, as they will be helping us read down some of the Mexican Drug combine. I explain that they will be taking key positioning to birth the back of the group. I explain that they need to contribute lots of their .50 gauge ammunition. They should also bring their scopes. I expect them to take a attitude that is luxuriously and able to hurt them when we are attacked, which we will be.

I put tactical vests on the rest of the others. Everyone going has multiple ammunition clips. Just as expected, Fernandez shows up with a large dim Chevy Suburban. John follows with his truck and both CG boys. We drive across townspeople and meet up with about 40 FBI factor. I pick out a rooftop and send the CG boys to the rooftop to have got a sniper's position.

As they climb the outside steel flack ladder, they reach the rooftop in just a couple of minutes. They focus their cathode-ray oscilloscope and lay out several time of ammunition. They text that they are ready to do some damage.

whoremonger and Donna demand a emplacement at their side entree. Jill, Dakota and I take a status at their front line door. About 20 broker are with us at the front room access, another 10 agents are with John at the side door, and the rest of the factor along with Agent Longmire take a stance at the back threshold. Special agentive role Fernandez calls on his headset.

"We go in 3-2-1…attack,"he gives the program line to attack the Drug Cartel.

John and the agents with him kick in the side door, shooting everything that they see holding a gun. I kick in the forepart door and start shooting everyone that I see inside, along with the 20 or so agents that enter with me. Dakota takes a justificatory position outside so if any sneak past us she will take them down.

several factor kick in the back door. tons of gunfire there, a couple of agents go down. Jill works her way to the agentive role coming through the back door. She is firing at everything that moves that is not in tactical gear. I am also firing hitting everything that is moving. As one clip empties, I load another taking aim at anyone moving. The broker that entered the figurehead door with me are taking drug cartel members out with precision. I'm sure that the gunfight can be heard in the region. I have hit and killed 9 combine phallus all of whom were firing at myself and the FBI agents. No one was unarm that we shot at.

The wholly process takes about 20 arcminute. We have shot and killed nearly 50 drug cartel people, all of whom have fired their weapons at us. As I check with Fernandez and Longmire, only two FBI agent were hit, neither of them seriously. St. John the Apostle said he killed 5 drug combine bozo. Jill took 4 down, killing all four. Dakota got the only one that snuck out the side door. He took a stroke at her and she put a round between his eyes. Donna says she only got 3 drug cartel bozo, but she said that the agents around her took down about a twelve hombre, making them dead, not wounded.

There is a car full of combine members trying to get by. Both CG boy take various snapshot at them and direct out all 5 guys in the car, causing the car to crash into a edifice across the street. I hear some hooting from the rooftop from the CG boy, doing their job as professional snipers.

I check with Longmire and Fernandez. Both are just fine. Longmire says she got 4 and Fernandez says he got 4 as well. I thank them for allowing us to connect them. Fernandez calls for an investigation federal agent to interview the other agents. Longmire and Fernandez tell me that I need to ask my masses out of here as they violated a big FBI normal. I gather out my people and off we go. We are all full of adrenaline on the drive place. I do the math in my head, Gospel According to John 5, Jill 4, Donna 3, Dakota 1, and I got 9. The CG boys got 5. My math counts a totality of 27. Fernandez said before we left that they did a quick count and it seems as if all told 53 trust penis have been shot and killed. No corporate trust member is still alive, they all have been killed.

"Jill, text individual back at the business firm, let them know we are all okay and no one got shot,"I tell her. She grabs her phone and texts the business firm.

"They tell us, we are insane, but everyone is happy that we took it to them,"Jill tells all of us in John's hand truck. We drive home, all of us are amped up on the epinephrin from shooting the combine fellow member. Donna tells us that she hasn't shot anyone since her mean solar day in the Marines. However, she is happy that we have hit them where they were hiding. Longmire and Fernandez may have invited us, but I am quite surely that they weren't expecting us to direct out 27 corporate trust members out of the 53 Fernandez said were killed. In my head, I did some promptly math and figured that it was just above 53 % of my mathematical group shooting and killing trust. Now, I wanted to take out a full-page ad taunting the Mexican Drug trust, but I know that would only get Fernandez and Longmire into trouble. I suggested that when we all get domicile that we are to scavenge our weapons and reload the ammunition clips.

As John pulls into the courtyard, I am so proud of my group. None of them let themselves get shot and all of them took out Drug Cartel member. St. John parks his hand truck into the service department and everyone piles out of the truck. We're all chatty about the issue.

CHAPTER 3

When we were all inside, Sammy had a serial publication of sweet prepared for all of us. He had another of his mythical chocolate patty. He had a cultivated carrot cake with emollient cheese frosting, and he had about 5 12 chocolate chip cookie. privy took a slash of Daucus carota sativa cake and about 6 cookies. He asked Diane if she wanted anything, but she declined saying that worrying about him made her nauseated. He apologized to her, but he wouldn't promise her not to go again. She kissed him and told him that she was all nervous about him going on the attack on the drug combine. He smiled and told her that he did it to stool her dependable, she just put her arms around him and held onto her guy.

I can tell that the raid on the drug cartel has gotten Donna all amped up….and horny. I see her whispering to Jill ; I'm guessing I know what the rustling is all about. The two CG male child immediately went out to the pool house after they stored their rifles in the gun rubber. They felt good taking out the bad guy rope. I can only think that if there is hassle, it will come from them taking out the careful of cartel fellow member with their .50 quality rifle shot. Maybe there will be an autopsy, maybe not. Let's hope for not.

Longmire and Fernandez really put their cervix out by letting us be involved. I need to suppose of a way to thank them that won't get them into trouble. Before we left, I thanked the agents that kicked in the front room access with me for watching my back during the firefight. Up until then, I had only imagined of ever being in a gunfight, and now, I've been in one and the Adrenalin rush is incredible.

As I suggested, everyone is cleaning their weapon system, except for the two CG son. They're interfering getting laid over at the pool theatre, or at least that's what I was thinking was going on. Young Guy, porn headliner girlfriends, plus a bombastic chested roommate that is well known in the pornography industry as a great blowjob person, what could Fred's two nephews ask for any better ?

Donna is overly talkative. She is talking to Jennifer about a mile a second. Jennifer is just smiling and letting her run with the conversation. When Donna finally did bar talking, Jennifer excused herself and went over to John. She put her limb around him and told him that she was a nervous crash the unscathed time he was gone. Her and Diane sat together and worried. John told her it was the most incredible thing he had ever done and that I had his binding. She didn't need to know that I was on a completely different side of the house from him. truth be told, it was the FBI agents that had his vertebral column, not me.

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

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

"It's just how I process killing person and I killed 4 people today. I haven't shooting ad killed that many the great unwashed since my days in the shipboard soldier. However, unlike the military Clarence Day, I shot from closeup. None of my injection were at someone that was no more than 8-10 feet away from me. In the armed forces, I was shooting my arm at multitude that were usually about 100-200 invertebrate foot away. Not the suit today. Let me just process the consequence,"Jill tells me. I kiss her on the cheek and let her just sit and clean her firearm.

I see no one in the TV room, so I head in there and turn on the TV to ascertain an action picture. I select the motion-picture show ‘ Bad male child'with volition Smith and Martin Saint Lawrence. Something in my brain Tell me that the use that Tea Leone plays isn't really acting, it's more like how she really is in life. As I'm watching the movie, Sammy comes over with a big bowl of Zea mays everta. I take a handful and get eating. My genius is loving this popcorn. It has genuine melted butter, not some powdered butter flavoring nor butter flavored oil ( like at the movie theatre ). He also brings out a bowl of cinnamon sugar Zea mays everta. This one I really liked and took control of that bowl.

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

I sat there staring at the TV but was thinking about how golden my life has become. I got to do something that virtually no one would ever get to do, go on a missionary station with agents of the FBI. I could own gotten my family in grave trouble today. I need to finalize down and stop thinking and acting impulsively. This could possess turned out a great deal regretful than it did.

The shot made the nightly word. According to the news, there was a total of 40 drug trust fellow member killed as FBI agents tried to deliver some stock warrant, which I thought was a undecomposed cover story.

I was thick in idea and not watching what was going on around me. I finally came back to seeing my small fille, Dakota stuffing her face to the full of my cinnamon sugar popcorn. She was giggling at me being off in the aloofness while she pilfered my popcorn.

I pulled her into me and began to tickle her. That made her squeal with laughter. It's always nice to see her grinning and laugh. She's as tough as nails and anticipated my needs and wants like no one that I have ever encountered. Jill is the exact opposite. She is also ruffianly as nails, but she is much more mensural in her style.

Once Dakota and I settled down and I quit tickling her, Donna put her head on my shoulder. I can tell that Donna needs some physical attention. I put my fingers underneath her mentum and beak her head up to kiss me. She ends up putting both arms around my neck and kissing me for quite a while.

Donna stands up and takes me by the paw. She leads me past Jill, who is still cleaning her weapon and sitting pensively. Donna leads me down the hall to my own bedroom. She pulls me inside and keeps going dragging me to my bathroom. There she sheds her wearing apparel and footprint into the shower. I just stood there looking at her beautiful body underneath the urine. It was beautiful to look out the water cascading down her eubstance, over her fantastic bosom, down her flat abdomen, and into the valley of delight known as her pussy.

She turns and summons me with that one finger that charwoman use to mobilize you silently. I kick off my place, shed my apparel and step into the shower with her. She comes over to me and puts her weapon around my cervix and pulls me into her, tightly. We had fantastic passionate sex for nearly an hour in the shower. When we finally finished, we took time drying each other off. It has been a while since I have played with Donna. She is a very loving woman, who is a sensual beast. When we are done drying each former off, she wraps a towel around her and leaves the bedroom. I, as usual, put a pair of shorts on and my usual egg white tee shirt. I sat on the slumber bed for a few hour thinking about the case of the day and how it affected everyone. John and Donna are all amped up. Jill pensively cleaning her weapon. Dakota trying to be her light-headed self. The CG boys, may have done the best matter of all, go have nice sweaty sex with their porn adept girlfriend and Belinda.

My intellect again thinks about sunrise. How did they get to her ? Did they just come to the door and attack when she opened it ? Did we shoot down the person or soul who murdered cockcrow ? Are there more out there hiding ? Should I continue to worry about something happening to one of the house extremity ? The enquiry swirl around in my head.

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

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

Again, as I go back into the kitchen, three heavy guy rope come to the logic gate once again. They ring the buzzer. I answer,"hullo,"I say.

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

"I'm sorry. Mr. Graham Greene is not usable right now. Please feel free to pass on the packet at the gate and somebody will come out to get it,"I say into the speaker.

"When will Mr. Henry Graham Greene be available as this is the second time, we have attempted to give up this package,"the Russian sounding man said.

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

I get no response, but on the security measure camera, I see him shrug his shoulders with someone else taking the box from the man that spoke. They walk back down the inspection and repair road. Apparently, they must own used Google mathematical function to happen that we have a service road leading to the front gate.

I texted Fernandez that we were visited by our Russian friends again. I made a DVD for whoever will come to pick it up. Making the videodisk made me think about Patrick, see what we saw may induce him not want to go on the day of the month with Longmire. I decided to call Patrick.

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

"Um, I guess I'm doing OK. I had to put an ad in the newspaper for a replacement for Aurora. I mean, she was an incredible nuisance in the ass, but when she turned on the appealingness, she could charm the socks right off you, but you already know that. You and she dated for a while. May I ask how long you dated and how long ago ?"Patrick asks.

"Well, we dated various yr ago, before I married my starting time married woman. Funny thing, we only dated about a calendar month or two, we were magical in bed, but we were oil and pee living together. She and I didn't mix outside of the bedchamber,"I tell him.

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

"Saint Patrick, are we still on for tomorrow night ? I hope we are because I think the lady, I'm introducing you to will put a smile on your face. She understands retentive hours as she probably works somewhere between 60-75 minute a week, sound familiar ?"I ask.

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

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

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

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

"Hey, I need your address. I'm sending a car to pick you up. After what we just went through, I don't want you to have to occupy about taking yourself to dinner. Since I own a limo company, just let me send out a car to pick you up. vocalise good ?"I ask.

"Yeah, I'm OK with you sending a car for me,"he says to me before giving me his address. I notice that the address is in a skillful function of LA. It 's not Beverly Hills, but still a gracious part of LA. Now, I must convince Longmire to give way me her home address for this to work. In my question, I thought about how today went and maybe, just maybe Longmire will rely me enough to part with her house address.

I hang up the phone from St. Patrick, now on to Heidi Longmire.

"how-do-you-do Ms. Longmire, this is Jacques Louis David Greene,"I say to her.

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

"To get your address. I'm sending a car to pick you up tomorrow dark. No backing out of our sight,"I say to her. I get an unusually long pause before she finally agrees to afford me her dwelling address.

"Thank you, Heidi. I assume I have your permission to yell you Heidi when we're not talking work ?"I say to her.

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

"fountainhead, I decided on longhorn chophouse. It's a very relaxed air, plus I love their food. This guy you're going to be introduced to owns a home cleaning help. He's always working trying to constitute sure as shooting that his customers are taken care of properly. Like you, he is working all the prison term. Maybe, if you two hit it off tomorrow night you can have a late-night particular date. But, that's up to you and him. Jill and I are only doing introductions and feeding both of you. Oh, and I don't want the not eating matter you women like to do when meeting mortal. I expect you to eat a regular meal,"I tell her.

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

I asked Dakota to dial up pitch blackness Car limo and send off a stretch limo to St. Patrick's address first, then to Heidi's. In my principal, I was debating on just picking them up just the two of them, but then again, I didn't want the conversation to be turned to break of day. I decided that the limo needs to come here first to nibble up Jill and me, then Saint Patrick, and finally Heidi.

I saw Dakota still watching a flick on the lounge in the TV room. In my straits, if we Jill and I were going to the Hawk, then we would need to result about 3:00 pm to get dwelling in time to shower and change, then get into the limo and psyche to their houses. Of track, in my head, I wondered if we should pick up Heidi first and thus not showing her address to someone she has not checked out. It just made more sense to me to pluck her up first then Patrick.

Jill was out in the TV room, but she was sitting in the reclining chair, not really participating with anyone. Sammy had brought a bowl of popcorn, but she only had a brace of sting out of it. She just set it down on the fiddling side table next to the chair.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up in the good morning, I found Jill snoring succeeding to me and a small slight creature all snuggled up, ass first into me. I could recount just by the spirit of the eubstance that it was Dakota.

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

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

As I picked my wearing apparel out of the loo, I had to wake up Jill. I'm a bit apprehensive about her. Hopefully, she has pondered what happened yesterday with the drug cartel. I have the argument in my headland as to why we should have done what we did with the Feds. I don't want to have to worry about Jill and how she is processing as accent often affects a sister during pregnancy.

I shook Jill gently and woke up a grumpy Jill. So far, it seemed as if the rule Jill was back as she hates being woke up. Dakota is loose, render her a little shingle and she pops her middle open and gets her day going with a large cup of coffee.

Dakota bounds into the shower, as Jill was looking kit over. One for body of work and one for tonight. I came over to her and kissed her. She smiled and put her arms around me and leaned in for a second kiss, which I gave her.

"commodity morning darling,"Jill says to me. I was glad to get wind her say those words.

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

"Oh yeah, once I had a Nice glass of wine-colored. It settled me down before I came to bed. Of grade, I saw Dakota all snuggled up into you sleeping peacefully so I wasn't going to wake you. We have the whole date that's not a date thing, tonight don't we ?"She asks.

"You mean the introduction dinner,"I tell her even though it could go horribly amiss."Yes, we have that tonight,"she smiles as I tell her that. She picks out a nice span of jeans and a Stanford White blouse along with a pair of low dog. For employment, she chooses a courteous bird along with a colorful blouse. I just smile at what I see. When she hears the pee ferment off and Dakota coming into the bedroom, she gets up and heads to the lavatory to get ready.

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

I see several phone charges dangling on the dresser and another one on Jill's composition table. I grab my earpiece off the charger along with my wallet and keys and pass out to the kitchen. I get there before Dakota, so I turn on the coffee pot.

John is already there eating a bowl of grain. I see both Jennifer and Diane all dressed for work. I have it in my mind to tick on Jennifer's progress in solving some of the topic that we had discussed a few days ago.

Paula comes out, looking ravishing and kisses me on the impudence, pours herself a cup of coffee bean and heads to forge. Donna comes out, also looking stunning. She gives me a passionate kiss, probably from our lovemaking academic session yesterday in the shower. She had a twin gash of toast with a fried strong egg between them. I was just sitting at the kitchen board just admiring her beautiful body.

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

I see that I missed a call from Agent Longmire. I decided that it was too too soon to call her back, so I set an alarm on my phone to remind me to call up her in a short-change while.

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

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

I was happy to hear everything was all set up. What concerned me was the sound call from Longmire that might alter things.

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

"good Morning Agent Longmire. I see that I missed a call from you final stage night, Is everything alright ?"I ask.

"Yeah, everything is fine. I just wanted to get your schedule today so I can bring you your laptop and your married woman's pillar. We installed two programs to keep any foster nasty e-mail from appearing in your e-mail box. We have also added a computer programme that will incite any bad electronic mail to a personal file cabinet in which it will be sent to our IT squad who will destroy,"she says to me. I smile now knowing that she isn't trying to bail from the debut dinner.

"My schedule is that both Jill and I will be at the Hawk edifice downtown and will be leaving there about 3 pm to follow home and get cook for an initiation dinner with two mass whom I think will be a dear fit for each early,"I say to her.

"wellspring, I'm glad you feel that way. It's prissy to know somebody is looking out for me,"she says with a bit of a chuckle. I tell her that we will be seeing her about 5-ish and expect to see a limousine show up at her front doorway. She tries to object politely, but I won't hear of it and just evidence her to be fix. She assures me that she will be waiting.

Jill takes me by the hand, and we head to her car in the garage. Dakota has BJ and Danni in her vehicle. Sharon rides with whoremonger and Diane. Donna takes her own car to the call center.

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

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

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

"I picked Longhorn,"I tell her.

"What time will the limo ejaculate to the menage to get us ?"Jill asks.

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

As usual, when we get to the war hawk, we park on the second storey and look at the crossing to the tower. Once inside the tower, the security guard tells us in force morning as we wait for the elevator. When the doors opened, I felt Jill's hired man squeeze play my ass even though there are about a twelve masses on the lift.

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

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

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

"We are making progression. The old lady who was cleaning toilets has a ship's company to look over now that is handling all the janitorial in the construction for her. There is a new vendor who is pressure washing the Eagle so the outside will receive the bridle charm that you are looking for to match up with other buildings in DC,"she tells me.

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

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

"volition these be on the same trip, or will you come home first. I need to fuck if my boyfriend can come over,"she says smiling and giggling at me with her jest. I just grin and let her sleep together that it will be two trips and she should schedule him to make two sojourn. I know that she is working hard so I kiss her and leave the elbow room. I decide not to kiss BJ, for no actual reason early than I didn't want to

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

I decided that I should try out my laptop to see if the program that the FBI put on the laptop will slow down the arrangement down. Taking the information processing system out of my backpack I open it and ferment it on. It boots correct up just like it normally does.

I log into the electronic mail portal and look at the massive numeral of email that I have. 1755 emails. I guess not having my laptop computer allowed my email inbox to get overload. I started with the common, looking for multiples of the Lapplander. I put them all together and highlighted the remaining one to be read later.

I scanned through the itemisation and saw no more Mexican Drug cartel emails. In my head, I was sure that we, along with the FBI have eliminated that entire group from their concealing place, much like forget me drug. I look at the TV concealment on in the breakroom and see that the Mexican Drug Cartel shooting is still in the new cycle. Although I shouldn't be surprised, with that many bad guys dying it will quell in the news cycle for several says.

I spend fourth dimension working my way through the e-mail. When the sandwiches arrive, my darling Dakota joins me in my office. She ordered me a dud sandwich with peck of mayo and spear carrier Lycopersicon esculentum. To my surprise and joy, she ordered herself a vegetarian sandwich. She also ordered one for Diane as well. However, for Jill, she ordered their three-meat sub. It came with turkey, ham, and roast beef. For me, she ordered what I like the ham and turkey, however, she knows that I like both extra mayonnaise and extra tomatoes.

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

Jill never left her league way ; however, she did send BJ out to join us in the big conference room. The elder lady, pathos replaced Danni at the front line desk. I was very beaming to see that happen.

I'm looking forward to the first appearance dinner party tonight, but having Fred take aim us around made me sense beneficial. I whispered in Dakota's ear to dial up the jet as she and I are taking a stumble to Seattle tomorrow. She tells me that after dejeuner that will be taken care of, which made me smile.

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