The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got togged up quickly for the ‘ intromission engagement ’. Neither one of the participant knew ahead of time that they had already met their dinner appointment. That was my own lilliputian joke, at least it was funny in my fountainhead. When I told Jill about it, I got a huge eyeroll and a shiver of her head.

As usual, Dakota had everything set up. The limousine arrived at the unadulterated time, complete with Fred driving. Jill whispered in my ear that she felt better having Fred be our Chauffeur. I, of course of action, just agreed with her.

I stayed conservative in my apparel. I wore a short sleeved cop shirt and a yoke of nice jeans. Jill wore a denim skirt and a cute blouse, that I wanted to take off her as it highlighted her beautiful shape.

We went to Heidi Longmire's home first. I decided to do that for condom reasons. If they don't hit it off or she feels uncomfortable then he wouldn't know where she lived. Since she is an federal agent for the FBI, she had access code to information about him that he probably didn't even know was available.

When we got to Heidi's house, I got out and went to the face doorway. It was a nice uncontaminating house. The yard was mowed, and she had a cunning little flowerbed against the figurehead lining of the house. One matter I did notification was that she had no large trees. She had a couple of Vannevar Bush but no boastfully trees.

I rang the doorbell and heard her shout,"clench on, I'm coming,"she said. Of path, in my head, the jocularity of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the forepart of my stupid brain. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the threshold and the bolt before she opened the door.

When she did open the presence door, there stood before me a beautifully slim gymnastic woman. She was wearing a pair of apparel dungaree and a nice blouse. In my heading, I didn't know what was going on, but I wouldn't idea seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a couple of arcminute to operate the presence door back up, including the deadbolt.

"You can never be too careful,"she said to me putting her key into the bolt curl.

"There, all locked up. Shall we go ?"Heidi says to me.

I put my arm out for her to grab onto and we walk down her walkway to the limo. Fred has the threshold undefendable and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in first then me. Since I wasn't surely if Heidi knew my wife or not, I did introductions.

"Jill, this is factor Heidi Longmire, but this evening she is just Heidi Longmire,"I say causing Jill to again give me an eye peal. However, it did get a giggle from Heidi. I thought to myself, ahh a new hearing for my ridiculous jokes.

"Heidi, this is my gorgeous married woman, Jill,"I say. They both exchange pleasantries.

Fred shuts the door and off we go. Heidi's FBI curiosity is starting to show.

"So how do you cognise that I'll like this guy ?"She asks.

"Um, let's phone call it a hunch,"I tell her trying to be cagey, but she is a professional inquisitor, so I must watch my step.

"Do I get any clue on what he looks like ?"She asks.

"Well, he has two eye, one nose, and a pair of lip,"I tell her as I see Jill's eyes rolling wave again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might suffer seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two eye you say ? That must puddle him especial. Any former characteristic you care to plowshare ?"She asks obviously playing along.

"Well let's see, yeah, he puts his pants on one leg at a fourth dimension and he wears shoe,"I say to her causing her to laugh.

"infernal region, this is fun. I haven't even met the guy and already its break than my final two particular date,"Heidi says. This causes Jill to now leap into the conversation.

"Heidi, state me, how heavily is it for mortal like yourself, a Union soldier Agent to find mortal to have a relationship with ?"Jill asks.

"Well, it's roughneck. You start off just like every other meeting. You try to sidestep telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extreme or the other. Either they want to tell you their Police association, or for some cause, they hate the Law Enforcement agency that you work for. Then you must keep back an eye out that you're not being followed from the business office to your home or your neighborhood,"Heidi tells us.

"I guess you can't just go to a bar and find fault up someone for a one-night bandstand, can you ?"Jill asks.

"Sure, you can if your stupid. You never know when you will run into someone that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can differentiate you that they will always blot you before you spot them. It does make things unmanageable, that's probably why so many agents particular date and marry other broker,"she tells us.

"Would I be out of boundary to say your job can be a unfrequented job ?"I ask.

"Absolutely. Unless you have a close mathematical group of masses that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way things are going these mean solar day, it only gets more hard, which is why I chose to gamble on you asking me out. You are high profile and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at least I'll get a meal paid for. The last date I ended up paying for the meal because his soon to be ex had canceled all his cite cards and emptied their cant invoice. It kind of puts a damper on what should have been a nice evening,"she says.

I feel for her. I went through some of those day of the month before I met Jill and I am thankful every night that Nox she was my trainer back at Happy Limo.

We pull up to a nice-looking home. Fred parks the limo on the street and opens the car for Heidi and me to get out to go to Patrick's breast door. I'm smiling the unanimous walking to the door.

I let her ring the bell. We hear"Hold on, I'll be right there,"and some footfall coming to the front door.

Saint Patrick opens the door. There is a stupid silence from both masses. They both look at me as if I've just grown two heads.

"Patrick, I would like to introduce you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would like to enclose you to Patrick Meyers"I say smiling.

I guess to playact along, Patrick reaches his hand out and milk shake Heidi's hand.

"C'mon guys, let's have a gracious night. No lecture about what has happened, tonight you aren't an FBI broker, got it ?"I ask her. She shakes her head yes. Saint Patrick still looks confused.

"OK, guy rope here's the deal. I had intended to introduce you two before the whole matter with sunrise happened. There was no way to avoid you jest at coming together, so I just kept my mouth shut. We can end this right now if you two don't want to go any further, but I think you two will hit it off,"I say to both.

"David, how do you recognize that we'll hit it off ?"Patrick asks.

"Actually, I don't. It's a hunch. You both work insane hr, you both have a soundly disposition, and you both seem to get along with me, which isn't as easy as I think it is, or at least my wife tells me so every once in a while,"I say to them smiling.

They look at each other, shrug their shoulders and proceeded to head to the limousine. St. Patrick must stop and go back to the front door to lock up the top deadbolt lock.

"There, its'all locked up now,"he says.

"That's what she did and said when I picked her up,"I tell him.

"Well, obviously she cares about dwelling house security David,"Patrick says to me.

We get to the limousine where Fred is standing stoically with the binding threshold open up. Patrick lets Heidi get in commencement, then I shove him in and climb in behind him.

"St. Patrick this is my wife Jill,"I say to him.

"Jill, this is Patrick,"introducing Jill to Patrick.

Patrick says,"Jill, it's gracious to get together you. I do let a question for you,"he says to Jill.

"Go ahead,"

"How do you put up with this guy's knucklehead joke ?"Patrick asks Jill.

"fountainhead, I sort of have to since I married the knucklehead,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Patrick to laugh.

The ride to the restaurant went smoothly as Fred knew a short cut on a one-way road that saved us hitting three additional traffic lights.

When we arrived at Longhorn's chophouse, Patrick's middle lit up.

"Hot damn, I love this piazza. I haven't been quite a while, but their food is wonderful. Heidi, what do you think of this place ?"He asks all smiles and full of push, which made me exhale just a bit. Now if we can get Heidi to joke around a bit then maybe the even will go well.

As the four of us were walking into the eating place, my headphone buzz.

"shucks St. David, you work as much as we do,"Patrick says to me.

I look at the schoolbook message. It 's from Dakota"carpenter's plane ready for tomorrow for a trip to Seattle. Will we be staying over or coming home tomorrow night ?"

I think about it for a moment then text her that hopefully, we will be returning home tomorrow night, but very late.

I apologize for the text edition message. Both Patrick and Heidi understood.

The air hostess tells us that there's about a one-half 60 minutes wait for a table for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there go on to be four seats together at the bar. Patrick and I pull the seats out for the ma'am then we take the outside two butt. The barmaid, a long-haired brunette with thin eyebrows and green center ask what we want for beverage and do we want an appetizer while we wait.

Saint Patrick ask Heidi,"Do you have a preference for a boozing ?"

"How about just a nice spyglass of wine. Maybe a Cabernet ?"she says to him.

"Jill, your usual, a merlot ?"I ask.

St. Patrick orders a Cabernet for Heidi and a dreary beer for himself. I guild a merlot for Jill and a Coke for myself.

"You don't drink ?"Patrick asks me.

"No, not really,"I tell him.

"Anyone want to order an appetizer ?"I ask.

No one seems all that interested in having an appetizer at the bar.

"Heidi, are you from this expanse ?"I ask trying to get some conversation going.

"No, not really. I grew up a bit Union of here in San Francisco. When I graduated high school, I went to San Diego State University and then Law School. I applied to the means in my close yr of law schooling and was accepted,"she tells us.

"Patrick, are you from here ?"I ask.

"Yep, I grew up in a small Town called San Marini. We lived in a modest home on Lope Felix de Vega Carpio street. I screwed around in eminent schooltime and graduated with a C+ norm. I really had no aim of going to college. I took concern of all the cleaning in the business firm since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodworking, cabinetry mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an account business firm. Since I did all the cleaning at our home, it was an easy bound to starting my own business, cleaning other people's homes,"Patrick tells us.

"How long have you been in patronage ?"Jill asks as she takes a sip of her merlot.

"About 8 years now. Until the thing the other day, I was considering trying to expound the line towards Beverly Hills. You got me thinking about electric potential customer I'm leaving on the table since your rest home is the only one that my company takes care of,"Patrick says to us.

I see Heidi take away a long sip of her Cabernet before asking,"Patrick, do you regret not going to college or are you more of a hands-on guy,"Heidi asks him.

"Well, I don't regret not going to college. Yet, all those company that you see on TV, I would let liked to attend one or two, but alas I chose to work instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law school, did you get barbarian and crazy ?"Patrick asks.

"wilderness and crazy ? No, not at all. I had my sights set on where I wanted to be and thus, I kept my scent to the Bible. I don't think I was even invited to a college party, let alone go to one,"she says after another foresightful sip of her wine.

"David, you and Jill probably went to college, didn't you ?"Patrick asks.

"Nope. Jill is a Marine and I spent most of my grownup animation working in the eatery business organization,"I tell them.

"Well, if she's military and you're a restaurant guy, how did you two conform to ? Did she come into your eating house and it was fuck at starting time deal ?"He says to me.

"She was my trainer at the limousine company,"I tell them, which gets a span of odd looks from Saint Patrick and Heidi.

"I took a job learning to be a chauffeur at Happy, Happee Limo and Jill was my trainer. Although I was dating someone else when we first met, it didn't take very long for Jill to have her way with me,"I say laughing. Jill gives the big eyeroll causing Patrick and Heidi to laugh. I get poked in the ribs for the joke.

Our little coaster buzzes telling us that our table is ready. We get up and head back to the hostess stand. I helping hand her the buzzing thing and she takes the four of us to a nice table towards the vertebral column of the eating house's main floor.

Both St. Patrick and I hold out the chair for our Lady who give each of us a polite ‘ thank you ’.

As the air hostess hands us the menu's she tells us that the specials for the night are inside the menu. We thank her and she heads back to the air hostess stand.

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine-coloured. I parliamentary procedure up another methamphetamine for the ladies, another beer for Patrick and another coke for myself. I also order an appetizer for the table. It 's my usual cheesy stuffed mushroom cloud, I tell our guests that it's one of the things that I love about Longhorn. The waitress smiles at the appetizer order of magnitude and heads off.

Jill sees some sort of Salmon salad at the table next to us and decides to order it. Heidi looks over at the same table and decides to lodge it as well. Of course, Saint Patrick and I are going to lodge steaks. I figure you don't go to a steakhouse and not order steaks, just seems wrong.

When the waitress comes back with our appetizer order, she offers to engage our dinner order. She asks first if the bill will be separate or all together.

"Ma'am, the bill will be all together, and I will take it,"I tell her making sure that Patrick or Heidi don't try to pay for the meal.

Patrick, being a man, society Heidi's dinner then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak with a adust potato fully loaded, a house salad with cattle ranch dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of baked potato soup which she says they make a wonderful version of that soup.

Jill likes the idea of a cup of soup as well. I guild her Salmon River salad along with a cup of the baked tater soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak, medium rare, baked white potato fully loaded and a salad with thousand islands dressing and extra tomatoes and no onions. We were all smiling when the waitress left the board with our order.

"St. David, how did you go from being a trainee of Jill's to CEO of Jaxson, Inc. ? That must be one hell of a story,"St. Patrick says which has Heidi listening.

"Jill, would you wish to tell the story, or have me do it ?"I ask her smiling.

"Oh, I'll let you tell the story, you seem to revel in it,"she tells the table, smiling the whole time.

"Patrick and Heidi, on our second nighttime working together, one of the other driver's was in a horrifying traffic accident. We had longtime clients arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the penny-pinching limousine to go blame up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the private jet area of the airport. We didn't have the proper car to cull them up and didn't have enough sentence to get to the bureau and barter cars, so we just went to the airport. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up succeeding to their jet and I jumped out and put their luggage into the trunk. I stood by the dorsum threshold and Bob and Melanie got into the car. As we were going, I turned around and apologized to the Jaxsons telling them that their usual chauffeur was in a bad accident. I also apologized for not having the set vehicle for them and made the decisiveness to make them the service for free. Jill asked if we needed to arrest at a Walgreen's for Melanie Jaxson as she was nauseated from a tempest that the jet flew through. We got them to their hotel. Bob Jaxson pulled me aside and told me that if I decide to move up in the world, he's got a berth for somebody like me,"I tell them.

"Are you going to narrate them about how you got a $ 2000 tip from them that Night and I only got $ 800 ? You sit there and chat with them and I do all the workplace, yet you get the big tip and I don't,"Jill says smile and giggling as she takes another sip of her merlot.

"wait a arcminute, you got $ 2800 as a tip from Mr. and Mrs. Jaxson ?"Heidi asks.

"Yes, we did. It wasn't long before I called Bob Jaxson and well, the quietus is history,"I tell them,

"David, you said you were dating individual else when you met Jill ?"Heidi asks.

"Yep, sure was. I spoke to the gentlewoman that I was dating, her epithet was Tina. I knew that we weren't going anywhere in our relationship. We just broke it off. The very Nox we broke it off, Jill was in an automobile chance event. She tried to squall our hirer, who didn't answer. She tried to call a conclude admirer, who also didn't solvent. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at City Hospital. I raced across townsfolk to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what examination way she was in. I ran through the hall and burst into the exam way. There was the most beautiful, and pathetic looking woman I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the story. Of course, Jill was playfully shaking her principal no through half the story.

"Hey, my narrative, I tell it my way,"I say to Jill who just smiles and pokes me again in the ribs.

"well, they had her hopped up on pretty life-threatening pain medication, what was it again dear, Morphine ?"I asked.

She just nodded her caput yes.

"That's when she declared her undying love for me and we've been together ever since,"I tell them. Again, I get the big eye curl from Jill which makes me laugh.

"And now I'm stuck with him like gum on a shoe,"Jill says to Patrick and Heidi.

Our intellectual nourishment arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

As we begin to eat our dinner, Patrick asks,"David and Jill, how do you like being in charge of a multinational company such as Jaxson, Inc. ?"

Jill answers first,"Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am grateful that my assistant has a good head for identification number. Jacques Louis David pirated her away from a Mercedes franchise because they weren't treating her right. Here she was selling David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to feed her course credit for selling one. She went on the examination movement with David and he made her a job crack. She didn't accept until she was sure that they were going to be intimate her over and not give her the full commission,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to comment on our jobs at Jaxson Inc. a person tapped me on the shoulder from behind me. I turned to see young woman, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one nighttime a duad of weeks ago who stayed at the sign of the zodiac for three days.

"Hello, do you think of me ?"She asks.

"Of course, I do Missy, how are you ?"I ask her.

"Missy, you remember this is my wife Jill. And these are two friends, Heidi and Patrick,"I tell her, hoping that she won't say anything that Jill and I will have to explain.

"Saint David, I got a new prison cell phone. Let me pay you my new phone issue, so when you have another party at your house, you can remember to invite me,"she says smiling. In my head, that wasn't too bad of a program line that I would have to explain.

She writes her sound bit down on a invitee check, kisses me on the face and heads off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the whole time.

"Um, David, do random women just come in up to you and give you their phone issue and a kiss before trying to invite themselves to one of your party ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill reply,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever think. He gets women pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a tilt adept and we just live in his world,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a particular facial construction and then just kind of accept that answer.

I decide to try and narrow the answer down to hold Heidi from getting too suspicious.

"Heidi, Missy got invited to a company we had several weeks ago by a friend of a friend matter. She had a great time. We had respective I hombre and I think she may have collected just about every unity guy's phone figure at the political party. She sent me a wit a week or so later telling me it was one of the best party she had been to in a long, long prison term,"I tell Heidi.

"The life of a CEO,"Patrick says.

I see that we are finishing up with our dinner. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the discharge home base off the table, I ask to see a afters menu. Patrick's middle light up, but the ladies seemed rather full.

I know that no matter how wide Jill is, she's a sucker for the caramel apple stampede. St. Patrick asks Heidi if she would like to rive their burnt umber stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

I place the afters gild for Jill and I and Patrick society for Heidi and him.

I decided to ask the curious enquiry,"So, have either of you been married before ?"which gets me a playful slap on the articulatio humeri from Jill.

"Geeze David, that's kind of personal don't you think ?"Jill says to me.

"Um, no not really. It's just a interrogative,"I say to her.

Heidi goes first,"No, no ex-husband. I dated a guy for a long time, but he took a job in another city and well, we just haven't been in touch since he moved. What about you St. Patrick ?"she asks.

"Nope, no exes. I too dated a woman for a while and now we aren't dating because I spend too a good deal clock time trying to select care of my customers,"he tells Heidi.

The waitress comes back to the table with our desserts. I see Jill's eyes light up seeing the caramel apple afters. As Jill and I get to share the dessert, I notice that Heidi and Patrick have basically forgotten about Jill and me and pop chatting and feeding each other. I am smiling from ear to ear, all the while being poked in the rib by Jill.

I lean in and buss my gorgeous wife, licking the small touch of buff off her lips.

After about 15 hour or so, the waitress delivers me the check. I put my quotation wit on the top of the little Bible, and she takes the whole thing. Jill and I just sit there watching Saint Patrick and Heidi be well-disposed but very close to being intimate. In my head teacher, I hit it out of the park on this one.

Jill and I begin a conversation about me heading to Seattle in the good morning with Dakota.

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

"Well, again we have district handler in the restaurant radical that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a amount of thirty hours when they know that we expect them to lick 45. I've reviewed all the potential promotes just in case I end up cleaning the house,"I tell Jill.

"Do you require to delay overnight, or will you fall tomorrow Night ?"Jill asks.

"Well, right now I'm expecting to come habitation tomorrow night. I'll text you or own Dakota bid you if thing change,"I say to Jill. She nods her head in acceptance.

As Jill and I are just chatting, Patrick and Heidi suddenly become self-aware that they have been having their own buck private slight conversation.

"Um, we're sorry that we ignored you,"Heidi says a lilliputian embarrassed.

"No worries bozo, that's what this was all about. For you two to meet under loosen circumstances and maybe, just maybe you two would hit it off,"I say to them.

"Of path, if you marry and have fortune of babies, then I get all the mention,"I say to them laughing. Once again Jill gives me the big eyeroll and a poke in the rib. Patrick and Heidi laugh as well, although neither one says anything to my remark about marriage and babies.

We all four get up from the mesa and psyche out. When Fred sees us coming out of the eating place, he brings the limo over to the forepart door. He stops the car, opens the back threshold and we all get in. At this decimal point, the wine has taken ahold of the women as they are giggling and laughing.

"Are we through for the night or would you blackguard like a nice trip-up down to the beach or along sunset cartoon strip ?"I ask.

"David, while this has been one of the best nights that I've had in quite a long time, I do accept work in the sunrise. So, unfortunately, I must name it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to guide Saint Patrick dwelling first then we will drop off Heidi. I see them take up their phones out and exchange earpiece numbers. Jill looks at me and smiles, my stupe design worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limo principal towards Patrick's piazza. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm whispering in my ear to let her walk him to the front room access.

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his front door and they kiss. Not one of those I'm going to fuck your brains out kiss, but a prissy grownup end of the evening first date kiss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

Heidi walks pensively down the walkway to the limo, where Fred has the door open waiting for her.

She gets in and gives me a spry smooch on the cheek as she scoots by me to her seat.

"Thank you, David, this has been a marvelous evening. I think that Patrick and I are going to try and maybe meet for a late coffee berry or a dessert one night this week,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. I am so very happy that my dolt architectural plan worked and two the great unwashed who work their ass off may now have a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his stupid ego. If you and Patrick become upright friends or hell lover, then David will have a news report about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned,"she says laughing the whole clip she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently glad my fiddling plan worked.

When we got to Heidi's menage, Fred holds the door open for Heidi. I get another buss on the impudence as she's getting out of the limo. Jill and I watch her walk to her front line threshold where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the threshold and gets in the driver's seat to get us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the necessary buttons to open the gate, He stops the car by the front end door and lets Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the courtyard and nous back towards the limousine proceeds for the car. I figure that Fred has about one more hr of work. He'll return the limo, get in his Mustang and drive it over here and park it in the garage with everyone else's vehicle.

Jill and I go inside. We see various the great unwashed either in the kitchen or in the TV room. They all ask Jill how the non-date engagement went. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a dependable lucifer. She kisses me and enjoin me that she loves me and hopes that I know she is just teasing.

"Of course, I know you're just teasing me. That's what married couples do my darling,"I say to her.

I see Dakota sitting in another of my Edward Douglas White Jr. tee shirts. I lean over her, kiss her on the brass and order her that I figure we should lead about 11 or so to channelize to the airport. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is ready. I kiss her again and tell her good night. Jill and I head down the hallway to our sleeping room.

I pull my packsack out to admit with me just in case. I also put a couplet of shorts and a tee shirt in the backpack.

Jill sheds her dress and climbs into bed. I shed my own clothes as well and get into bed with her. We embrace each former and snog for a while before we drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When my oculus opened in the morning, only Jill was in bed with me. I slipped out of bed and headed into the bathroom for my morning rite and a shower.

Once I was through with the shower, I went and got dressed. I grabbed my phone off the charger, grabbed my wallet, and my headstone.

I was sort of energise as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the bedroom to the kitchen. Most of the dayspring mathematical group are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit surprise as John only seems to be eating a bowl of cereal.

As each of the ladies'head toward their fomite, the kitchen thins out. Dakota pours me a glass of pineapple juice and kisses me before she sits down with her cup of coffee.

I see that someone left the TV on and I hear that the weather in Seattle will be rainy. I remind Dakota to be sure to bring in her cute raincoat and her slip test copy shoe. She tells me that she already has them adjacent to her all-night bag at the front door. She gets up and amble over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her cunning ass on my lap causing me to begin to get grueling. She feels me and wiggles her ass a little more.

In my heading, I figure since the flight of stairs time is a couple of hours, her and I will probably take on a bit in the jet.

As John finishes his cereal, he gathers his own haversack and head word towards his truck in the service department. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking john to slow down as she wants to get a cup of coffee to fill with her. He just laughs and says he'll wait in the truck for her cute ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how much whoremaster has matured over the past few months and I think that he needs a new task to operate on, however, I'm not sure what the appropriate project might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID check undertaking. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the towers that we bought back to good condition. Paula is working on keeping the three limo companies running smoothly. Donna has the call midpoint firing on all cylinders. BJ is helping Jill on their stock conversion undertaking. Danni is handling the straw man receipt expanse just fine now that she is getting a lunch break. Tina and her Mom in phoenix are feeding me good intel on the two buildings that we have bought down there. And, of course, Dakota is being the best assistant possible. Amy is running the house and keeping affair in cheque. The two chefs are making everyone happy with their top-quality cooking. The smut twins and the CG boys are doing a gracious job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a fiend, trying to keep thing going in the porn diligence. Belinda is now seeing somebody in the industry and that is very well with me. Yet, I have no melodic theme what to do with Saint John. He does everything that I ask him to do, yet it just seems in my head that he could be doing something more.

Watching the break of the day TV, I see that the shooting of the Mexican Drug Cartel is still in the news cycle.

I looked at my mobile phone and saw that I missed a text substance from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a wonderful eventide and said that she and Patrick have a coffee date in a couple of nights. This made me smile. I texted her back that I was glad that they both hit it off well.

I headed back down the hall to get a earpiece charger to take with me, just in case. As I came out of my bedroom, my darling Dakota was coming out of hers. Mom also came out of her bedroom, but not with Fred.

"Mom, where's Fred ?"

"He's getting a limousine to direct you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to nibble me up a muffuletta from that tremendous Italian eating place,"she tells me.

I tell Bobby that Dakota and I will be in Seattle until lately tonight, but they already knew as Dakota had told them both. I was kind of bummed as the chefs were making squawk stroganoff once again.

Dakota told me that the limo was expected to be here in about 15 minutes or so. I sat down on the couch in the life elbow room to just suppose about John and wait for the limousine. When I saw it pull up, I still had not figured out what to do with John. I called for Dakota ; she came bounding out of her sleeping accommodation towards me.

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limo. Once again, Fred stood with the back threshold open. I tossed our bags into the trunk and got into the cover. Dakota came out and before she got into the limo, she kissed Fred on the cheek.

As she got into the limo, I swear that she wiggled her ass towards Fred, but maybe I was just imagining that. She got in, kissed me on the cheek and sat right side by side to me. Since she was in her common home, succeeding to me, I felt her mitt on my cock almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get tough with her hired man stroking me. In just instant, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably dense traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and Fish out my now hard shaft. Her lips and back talk surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the rotating shaft and head of my manhood. I gently put my bridge player on the back of her question. She swallowed me as she has done many times before. I just laid my head back on the posterior as she bobbed her foreland up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her body up to be sideways on the limousine seat. I gently pulled her boxershorts aside to scupper her moist pussy. Inserting two digit into her, I could feel her oral fissure tighten around my cock swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two digit inside of her pussycat, I used my ovolo to rub little Mexican valium on her clit. This made her moan on my cock. I thrust it as cryptical into her rima oris as I could get. She swallowed my humanness as far as she could take it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her throat. She kept bobbing her forefront up and down. As I kept pushing my fingers into her pussy with reckless wantonness, she began moaning more and more on my manhood. I felt her getting wetter and bedwetter. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a third, then a quaternary fingerbreadth inside of her and thrust in and out repeatedly. My hand was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her first top,"OH GAWD pa, I LOVE YOU SO a lot. I'M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU,"she says to me as I feel her slit splash my handwriting and wrist.

She swallows my cock once again, but not until I feel her delicious pussy spasm around my hand again. As her dead body does this, I feel my own body approaching its orgasmic point,"GAWD damn DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a gallon of my man juice into her accepting mouth. I pull my handwriting from her pussy and cream the tasty orgasmic juices off it.

She just grin at me and snuggles her heading into my chest as the limo keeps moving towards the airdrome. Soon, Fred puts the secrecy partition down a couple of inches to let us have sex that we are only about two proceedings away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two moment pass, Fred pulls the limousine up next to the jet and gets out, opening the proboscis first. I take both bags and put four $ 100 bills into his shirt pocket, even though he tries to politely go down the tip. I thank him for his operose work and remind him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

Dakota climbs the footmark into the jet, and I follow her. I stow the two bags in the overhead compartment, and we settle down onto the lounge.

The opening door ending and the co-pilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her precious small drawers and Pisces my putz out of my pants and impales herself on me as we accelerate down the runway and into the air. I have to say, that Dakota's pussy going up and down on my manhood as we went down the rails was quite the amazing feeling.

It didn't take Dakota long before I felt her hit her start orgasmic prime. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronco. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the couch thrust my cock as abstruse into her as I could get. I put her little mortise joint over my articulatio humeri essentially bending her in half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her pussy splattering my prick and balls over and over again.

Her eyes were rolling into her top dog as I was thrusting hard into her."OH DADDY, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME FEEL SO WONDERFUL WHEN YOU'RE DEEP INSIDE OF ME. charter ME, YOU KNOW THAT I'M YOURS NOW AND FOREVER,"she says as we both continue to peak together.

I keep fucking her with all that I have. I know that we haven't had sex in quite a few Clarence Day, but what we are both feeling right now is about the most gravel that I've felt in a couple of hebdomad, including my prison term with Ronda.

As we finish cumming with each other, Dakota and I uncouple. She pulls her cute shorts back on and I pull my trouser back up. She snuggles into my chest. I begin kissing her and she responds. I stretch out on the couch and she lays on top of me, just wrapping her arms around me and pulling herself tightly into my body. We exchange our ‘ I love you'and just lay all entangled on the couch.

"Dakota, I'm at a loss. I don't know what project to give John. He is doing well, but he seems to involve something to do,"I tell her.

"Let him be me for a week,"she tells me.

"Huh ?"I say.

"John has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to anticipate what you need. Let him deal you. I will be available to him, via phone at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your helper for a whole hebdomad. This will give us a good read on how he is doing,"she says to me. I pull her into me, and we kiss passionately. Once again, Dakota has come up with a everlasting solution. I know that I'm going to fuck her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my cock hardening once again.

"What will my darling Dakota do for the week off ?"I ask.

"Well, I'll probably be thinking of my papa the total week. Who knows, I may even show up at the Hawk just to withdraw reward of my Daddy in his authority, one never knows how my idea works,"she says to me before we again kiss each early passionately.

I feel her delightful minuscule hired hand shedding my pant once again. She sheds all her clothes this time and twirl around putting her tasty pussy over my waiting mouth. I begin to lick and suck her pussy swallowing every pearl of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, swallows my hard cock.

As I'm beating and sucking her puss, I move deeper and start licking and sucking on her asshole. I thrust my natural language into her as deeply as I can hit it go. She roars with another orgasm blasting through her eubstance. I sit up and pull her around to present away from me. I spread her ass nerve and thrust my humanness into her anal cavity. She moans as we begin to lunge up and down on each other. Her dead body is splashing my crotch with her feminine juice. She cums over and over onto me. I just keep on thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just moan and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her small lithe body onto my cock over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my privates with her twat juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a spell. The airplane pilot comes onto the speaker and lets us have intercourse that we are just a few mo from landing. I hear the landing place geartrain lock into place. Dakota and I decouple and start to houseclean ourselves off with the towels that we have in the overhead storage locker towards the rear of the plane.

"You know that I love you, don't you ?"I ask Dakota.

"Of course, papa, and you know that I love you as well, right ?"she says to me.

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet take on a downward Angle as we approach the runway. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her branch around me as the wheels touch the sidewalk of the track.

"Daddy, maybe we can find someone to make for with for the drive home,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a good thought, but I probably could have dialed up girl to hold the trip with us. But we'll see how thing play out.

When the jet finds a parking spot, I see out the window that a limo is waiting for us. Of row, as the weatherman predicted, it is raining.

Once we are parked, the co-pilot opens the hatch and extends the stairs down to the soil. I grab both of our suitcase and follow my darling Dakota down the steps to the limo. The driver takes the traveling bag puts them in the proboscis as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I hand the number one wood the first district function that I want to visit. She thanks me for having an address ready and she heads towards the district agency.

It takes about half an 60 minutes to get to the address. When we arrive, the chauffeur parks the limo where I ask, away from the door to the territory office. Dakota and I get out of the limo, each with our rain dress on, plus she has her cute non-slick rain boots on making her look cute.

We walk to the front line door of the district office. I open the door and let Dakota step inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she take a seat. I begin to take the air through the way, without anyone even saying a parole to me. When I get to the backrest of the room, I ask a prissy looking lady if there is anyone that I could talk to. She asks me what it would be about.

"fountainhead, I just walked through the entire dominion office and no one even asked me what I was doing, until I reached you,"I said to her.

She asks me to sit down at her desk and she will get me, somebody, to mouth to. She gets up and head towards a pair of bozo chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

"hullo, may I help you ?"the valet asks.

"Yes sir, I was wondering why you don't have someone to prevent me from walking through this district office. Where's your receptionist ?"I ask.

"And whom might you be to be asking these questions ?"He says to me.

"Well, here's my business lineup,"I say as I'm handing him my notice. He looks at it and apparently doesn't know who I am.

"Ok, so your Saint David Graham Greene. Who is that ?"he asks.

"Read the unit card,"I tell him.

He still looks at it and it doesn't cash register with him.

"I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I'm in charge of the company that owns this fellowship,"I say to him now getting annoyed.

"Oh, yeah, bad. We don't get many visitors here,"he tells me.

"Can you put together all the district handler that are here into one conference room please,"I say.

"Um, Mr. Henry Graham Greene, it's almost 2 pm, we head domicile at 3:30,"He tells me.

"Not today you don't,"I tell him.

"Now, if you would please collect all the district handler in a group discussion room,"I tell him.

He decides to shout it across the room,"Everyone, all the dominion director are to head into a conference room right now delight,"I hear whispering of ‘ what's going on'? and ‘ Who's this guy ?'

When I see everyone in the conference room, I ask the Lapp guy if everyone is in there, he assures me they are.

I stride into the league elbow room ; Dakota follows me and she sits in a chair in the nook with her assistant 's notebook computer out.

"hello, I'm David Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. The very caller that owns this company. Does everyone here understand who I am ?"I ask.

I get pretty much unison in a plus chief nod.

"Well, at least I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the important proceeds. We are a eatery group. Which means that we work when our customer are not working. Does everyone sympathise that ?"I ask.

I get a lot of dummy stares, which tells me that they already see what is coming and it's not going to be practiced for them.

"How many hours a hebdomad do you each oeuvre ?"I ask.

Silence in the room.

"Would you say that you work the needful 45 hour a calendar week ?"I ask.

Again, silence.

"Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 hours a week and before you begin to reason with me, I had payroll force up your timecards and all of you come into work about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That's a total of 6 hr per day times 5 years a hebdomad equals 30 hours,"I tell all of them. I see KO'd muteness since I included that I had payroll pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your muteness, that you don't disagree with my math. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will come into the government agency at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an hour for lunch. You are not allowed to exit at 4:30 pm and shout that endure hour your lunch. I also, expect each of you to act one Sabbatum a month. In lieu of the Saturday, you will get Tuesday off. madam and gentlemen, we will work for a living and we will be available to your universal managers. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 hour a week, then you might want to pass this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

"I have seen a continual decline in our overall performance. Can anyone explicate to me why all of our numbers have dropped ?"I ask the room not really expecting an answer.

"Because we haven't been doing our jobs that well,"a Young man from down the table says to me.

"Please explain,"I say to him.

"We have been leaving early and coming in recent. You've hit it on the straits that we are a company that should be working when our customers are playing,"the new man says to me.

"I'm sorry, I don't know your figure,"I say to him.

"I'm Ralph Jones. I've been a district handler for about 3 calendar month,"he says to me.

"Mr. Robert Tyre Jones, what are the numbers for your district ?"I ask, wondering if he really knows his district or if he's just trying to shine me on.

"Well, my district sales are bland to finis class, however, we have two restaurant that are in a state of turmoil as they are short staffed with at to the lowest degree two key direction mass missing. We also have one of those eatery, in a roadwork area. The City of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the study will last until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be longer than that as they didn't even get started until three calendar week ago. Also, we have two eatery, that are severely understaffed, and I have put an ad in the newspaper and on the local job add-in sites. We need at least a dozen line cooks and host in those two restaurant,"he tells me. I'm really yarn-dye with this guy. He knows where his territory's bit are and is unforced to spill the beans openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Jones'district numbers.

"Mr. Jones, I also see that your invitee check average is the highest in the market. Your managers have more tenure than anyone else in the market. You came through the system starting as a line cook and are now a district manager, being the general Manager of the yr live on class. You are well liked by your managers and they tell me in the quarterly survey that when you step into the restaurant, you will jump in where needed to help the staff,"I say to him, in presence of the early district managers.

Once again, there is secrecy. I point to someone else and ask the same head,"What are your territory's numbers ?"

"Um, they're OK. cipher special. I have a couple of ripe eating place, and a couple of restaurants that need some help, But we'll get better with sentence,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"doyen McMillian,"he tells me.

I look him up on the system and he's instant from the stern in virtually every family that we measure.

"Mr. McMillian, it tells me that you're not doing well. Your dominion is instant from the bottom in all the measurable things that we look at,"I say to him. He just sits quietly saying nothing.

"Energy anyone else have any selective information about their dominion ?"I ask the room.

No one says a word.

"That's what I thought. So, here's my new plan. We the exception of Mr. John Paul Jones, everyone here is on a 90-day action plan. Either fix your districts or find out a new job,"I say to the room.

Two exercise set of Key are tossed into the middle of the mesa and two guy cable stand up and start to walk out.

"Gentlemen, thank you for making my job that much light,"I say to them. They walk out of the elbow room, stopping at their desks and leave the building.

"Anyone else want to discard their tonality into the center of the table,"I say. However, I see another two guys that appear to be considering it. One of them stands up and says,"Yeah, I'm not going to break my ass only for you to toss me out the door in 90 days,"he says as he tosses his keystone into the eye of the table and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just proceed on stepping out the figurehead door.

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The room is silent.

"Ok, then where would I find Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Williams ?"I ask. Mr. Inigo Jones excuses himself and walks out into the master room of the district federal agency. He goes to three desks that have women sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled look on their face.

"Mr. Greene, this is Benita Alvarez, Shandra William Carlos Williams, and Donna Mayfield,"he says to me.

"Ladies, there have been three openings in our dominion for three new hand hopefully hard-working district manager. Are all three of you willing to accept on the job of being a district manager ?"I ask.

"Sir, are you kidding us ?"One of the ma'am asks.

"No, I'm not kidding. Are you three willing to take on the three dominion that have just come heart-to-heart ?"I ask again.

They look at each early and nod their head word yes.

"OK, well, here's the new rule. Your body of work schedule will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five mean solar day a calendar week. However, one Saturday a month, you will crop that Saturday and take Tuesday off instead,"I tell the three ladies.

"You will cultivate 45 60 minutes a hebdomad, at a minimum. You should have intercourse your numbers at any clock time of the day or Night. You should have your managers being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a manager tree in my back railyard, so it is up to you to keep your restaurants fully stocked with director,"I tell them.

"Oh, and one more thing, don't be afraid to jump in when you go to one of your eating place and they are light staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unannounced visits from time to metre. I expect that your restaurants will be running well, no matter if I'm there visiting or not. ingest attention of your staff and your customers and matter will get better,"I tell them before I thank them for their time and leave.

Dakota is smiling. She knows that there will b more masses let go before all is better.

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limousine, I script the chauffeur another slip of report. This one is an address for a territory post outside of the city of Seattle, in a Ithiel Town called Kirkland. It is a suburban area of Seattle. The trip from the first district office to the one in Kirkland takes about half an minute. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her raincoat and non-skid rain boots.

When we get there, a nice new lady, about college age stops me at the forepart doorway and ask whom I'm here to see. I hand her my business card. She gets up and foreland over to a valet de chambre at a desk only a couple of wrangle back from her. She hands him my byplay card. He gets up and adjusts his attire before he comes over to me.

He comes over and says,"Mr. Greene, did I miss an electronic mail telling us that you were going to be in town visiting ?"He asks.

"No, no announcement. Is it potential to get all the district handler in a league room ?"I ask.

The valet de chambre nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to head to a conference room in the midriff of the support wall.

I join them all. Dakota takes a seat in the corner of the room.

"Hello everyone, as you probably have heard, I'm Jacques Louis David Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I thought I would barricade in to say hello and ask if matter are going well,"I say to them.

No one speaks.

I point to a Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady and ask her name and her number for her district.

"My gens is rosita Gonzalez. I've been a territorial dominion manager for just over a class, however, I've been working here for about 6 years now. My district is doing OK. We are having great Guest check averages. Our managers have been in seat for at least one year or longer. We are fully staffed at the restaurants, however, a couple of the restaurants need some physical fixture, such as booth seats and flooring in a mates of spots. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to have it more convenient to the carryout orders as we are all over the berth. The staffs all work hard and only one of our units is having an issue with roadwork in their area, causing issues with parking and approachability,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her district's numbers up and she is decent on with all the information. I see that the last wellness department review mentioned the split booth tush, which I promise to facilitate her get fixed.

I announce my new plan for the district manager schedule. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hours already, which makes me happy. The only existent change is to add the one Saturday a month and have them take the following Tuesday instead. No one seems to out of home about it. I am well-chosen with the results of this district. I thank them and result the territorial dominion office.

I tell the chauffeur to head back to the jet, which she heads towards. The thrust through the traffic takes us about an hour to get to the jet. The entire time we are driving, the rain continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limo by the step and opens the trunk for us.

I hand her three $ 100 bills for a tip. She tries to decline, and I put them in her deal and fold her manus closed. We take our cup of tea up the stairs and into the sheet. She starts the limo and drives off.

Once again, we sit on the couch together. However, this time, we keep our clothes on.

"Daddy, we didn't find anyone to work home base,"Dakota says to me.

"No, we didn't, but why don't you call missy and have her come over to the household tonight,"I say to her. She wrinkles her cute nose at me but pulls out her earpiece and dials up the number.

As we accelerate the jet, I feel the burlesque and it seems to be a knifelike angle.

The flight home was uneventful. Dakota slept on my chest almost the integral trip. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limo. We grabbed our bags and walked down the steps. Fred took both of our bags and put them into the trunk. He closed the door behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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