Chapter Four : In between clip

Monday

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

Her thoughts were all jumbled as she got up, trying to visualize out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a robot in automatic fashion, she went to the kitchen to start the coffee bean then went into the lav to take a long shower. She used this time to think, first of all she just wanted to cause this all go away, wanted it to be a bad dream. That was not potential it was very, there were aches and pain in the neck all over her body that told her in fact it was very real. The hot water flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the cops of course. Why wouldn't she ? He had to make left a bunch of fingerprints. She thought about his scourge to learn her every move. She contemplated calling out from work but in the two years she had been there she had never called out, and she was not sure she wanted to be in her apartment all day anyway. Sally lingered in the shower a bit longer letting it heal the sore parts of her body and allow for a much needed solace for her mind. She finished and dried off and put on some sluttish well-fixed house clothes, and walked into the kitchen, made her coffee and toast. Setting it down on the table she went looking for her laptop, Mike had kept it from her this weekend but when she went in her room, there it was on her dresser. She brought it back to the mesa with her and set it down.

As she went to sit down her eye noticed something in the window sill that made her reckon up, then her whole body went stiff, it was a spicy carnation in a vase on the windowsill with a banker's bill attached. It seemed as if he was here in the room and not just a symbol of him. She felt off balance yet again, frightened. After a pickings sometime she shook her nous, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just ignore the note, not read it. Ah but what would that accomplish ?

crack sat down in her chairman and just looked at the note, a part of her knew she was going to read it but her fighter side wanted her to just scrap it all. She opened the computer and looked for the dear law station as well as the nearest to her work, she would not give him the satisfaction of reading his stupid person note ! She found the information and typed it into her telephone. The whole fourth dimension she had been sipping her deep brown, and struggling to not look at the note as if making eye contact with the blossom was giving in to the man himself. In time, she gave up, she was curious after all ! She picked it up and took a thick breathing time, turning the note over and reading what was written in a print that was very a great deal like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

Sally, my erotic love. Do not go to the cop, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would pee-pee our succeeding clash that much more strenuous
than I intend it to be. You are just as lovely as I imagined and it has been a
pleasure to get to know you. Remember I will be back, and whenever you see
a exclusive blue devil carnation you will have sex that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

sallying forth sat and stared at the line shaking. Next encounter ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cops ? She should, of course. Pretending in a way that today was a rule day with just a modest errand to run She got ready for piece of work, walked to the bus stoppage, got on the bus, and got to work. She shoved the weekend out of her creative thinker, but still had a intemperate clip focusing on the task in front of her if anyone had asked her how prospicient it took or what she was wearing, she would not have been able to tell them or carry on her end of any conversation beyond one Book answers. Luck for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If wisecrack had known he was watching her through field glasses the hale morning she would have been even more unsettle. He had a view of her chamber and the living room, the kitchen was out of his railway line of sight however, so it was a unspoiled thing she spent a minimal amount of money of time in it. He had watched her aftermath up and show the deficiency of simplicity, had seen her human face when she had seen the gillyflower he had left for her. He had watched as curiosity and repulsion fought with each other over what to do with the flower. The looking at, the pointed ignoring of the object by being busy on her computer, the glances of interest, until finally the desire to recognize outweighed the hideous author and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to read it. It was a gage for him to see if she was more submissive or more stubborn. A stubborn women would have just tossed it, in that lawsuit he would either have to mistreat up training or abandon it all together, but no she had chosen to scan his Word, to see what he had to say and while she may detest him, be scared of him, she was teachable.

He followed in his car behind her checking each stop along the way to be certainly she did not get off and go to the cops before work. He was pretty sure once at work she would persist till windup, but he wanted to be sure she would wait boulder clay evening. He watched her enter the building from a close by parking spot and then force off to his menage to get to his business.

She was almost to forge when she stopped took some deep breaths and tried to coach herself on acting rule. There was no one at work she was unaired enough with to contribution this with. There was no one she was end to now that she thought about it. She had a random opinion wondering why she locked her breast door if this stranger can still get in what difference does her locking it make. She shook her head steadied herself and proceeded the short distance to function. Determined to be pattern she looked at the receptionist.

"Hi,"and stopped mid-sentence, there it was ; on Laura's reception desk mocking her, a drear clove pink in a vase
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"Sally ?"

"Umm Yeah sorry, Hi Laura, hey where did the blossom ejaculate from ?"

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

"Yeah, weird."

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

"Oh I am fine, just did too a great deal and did not get enough sleep. I will be better tomorrow I promise."quip smiled and walked off to her cubicle, not indisputable but felt like she must be 3 shades paler than formula. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the daytime tasks. She had a desk job working for the state which was neither glamorous nor horrible. It was a job, unwavering, with benefits and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty much left field alone, except for the paperwork being pushed from one division and back and everything have to be in triplicate, the job was hone for her.

Once at her desk her thoughts flittered back to the efflorescence, she absently turned her computer on checked her e-mail, but she could not block thought process : He knew where she worked and where she lived. He had said he would be watching her. Didn't he have a job ? Why was he bothering her ? The phone on her desk rang breaking her out of her funk and forcing her to put on a pollyannaish cheek and see what the person on the other end wanted. The dayspring was spent on the various tasks and the required small talk around the office, a card was signed for a honk colleague she barely knew, poor thing had cancer. All the while her idea flittered back to what action if any she was going to deal. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the pig seemed so bothersome. Then to possess to put intelligence to everything that happened was not the most appealing thought at the moment.

She had lunch delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her al-Qur'an, but she had other things on her mind. Working it out she thought what would she recite a Friend if they were in this post and came for advice ? Why she would take a firm stand they got to the bull and would drive them there. This was no different. She had decided, she had to go to the cops after oeuvre, she could not subsist like this. She checked her phone to assure herself that she had the information and decided she would go to the one closest to her house. She told the chronicle in her head, and even wrote down a few key dot she wanted to be indisputable to cover. She hated the view of having to explain what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

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

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

"Do you have the selective information requested ?"

He waited a bit, he knew the receptionist saw it right away and would then contact the soul he needed to chitchat with and that usually took a few minutes soon the reply came back.

"Yes, This is a job for a man named Cyrus, you may remember him you brought his first wife here for education."

"Vaguly, Iranian right ?"

"Yeah, he trusts you and wants you to bring his s married woman with the understanding that this is a escort point as well as bringing us the girl."

"Why is the escort significant ? I need to be intimate what I am getting into. You know that means arming the pilot light and crew right ?"

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the bodyguard position is this : Cyrus the Younger had a daughter who was married off and within a year his daughter died at the hired man of her hubby. Cyrus the Younger found out that the same man was arranging a union within six month of his daughter dying. He felt disrespected by such a scant grieving period and that the man was unfit to be a husband. Cyrus the Younger found the family of the young woman and offered a better arrangement. He wanted to prevent her out of the hands of his former son in law. Now the son in law is angry and threatening her, her fellowship, and him so she is being sent out of the nation. She is xv and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

"So is she co-op or will she try to convince me to let her take to the woods ?"

"Yes she is conjunctive, she knows she is coming to find out how to run a household and entertain Guest from different regions as an accomplished hostess as well as read and write Farsi and English people, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will have to get someone lookup her well. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be suspicious of you, but you handled his first wife who was not so consonant at the sentence that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could hide anything under it. He had been in Arab state enough to cognise the difference between the niqab and the burqa although few Americans did, or bothered to. He texted the pilot and told him to get a female bunch member that could mouth Farsi fluently, and that this would be a bodyguard as well as transfer job. It was the pilot job to get the bunch and inform them. It was a rolling crew, but a flight like this needful four original and 8 crew members. 2 pilots and 4 crew member would be come alive and working while the others rested at all times usually the slip were 8-10 hr depending on the flight metre. No one flew fag, trite meant mistakes. other than having two female person crew fellow member who could speak Farsi, the work party would be picked from 20 multitude who worked with mike. If a work party had flown on the last pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a salary then extra every time they flew, more if it was a bodyguard situation as this was.

If the flight of stairs was leaving from San Francisco the institute would have taken tutelage of all the musical arrangement, but the bunch that flew out of Colorado was his obligation, paid for by the institute. Usually this crew worked with him sometimes he loaned them out to other deportation experts that were living nearby, but he liked having the same crowd appendage rotated in and out and knowing who would be on control board.

"Okay I will leave tonight hopefully by 10 brand certainly the papers are in ordering at the airport, we will appease the needed 24 hours for balance and tell Cyrus the Younger I will foot up his married woman Thursday 10am local time. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Thursday topical anesthetic prison term and we will institute a cab in unless you want soul to piece her up."

"No a cab is fine.

"O.K. then. See you in four days. I assume my pay will be in the bank in 24 hours."

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

His consulting firm was on the up and up revenue enhancement wise. He was not certainly what the law would say about his"tape transport"business. He ensured the base hit and saving of women from their shielder to The Institute. These fair sex were all signed over to the institute by their class and/or hubby for specific educational purposes. Some of those were to memorise how to attend sexually and some were teach how to run a prominent house well so as to boost their wedding prospects. It was an etiquette school day on sex hormone. These missy every bowel movement was orchestrated usually. Some husbands wanted freaks and sluts and sent their second or third wives here to become the household company favor. In add-on there was an existent very skillful individual education part which again was prescribed and approved by the female's guardians.

The school for son was across the city and he had done some guarding of boys being sent by their dominate partner to memorize how to serve them unspoiled. Usually his services were required because the skipper did not trust his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew home unaccompanied. The syndicate were of all airstream, but it did add him to the middle eastward and Asiatic countries often.

microphone was worried about his progress with wisecrack. What if she suddenly got the nerve to go to the cops and he was halfway around the earthly concern. sigh it was a jeopardy he would have to hire sort of. He called a peak shop class and arranged for one dispirited carnation to be delivered to her every day at different times through Saturday at different places, her doorstopper with no note no vase, outside the police force station on the footing, even left at her bus stop, random blank space to make it seem he had his eye on her.

When it was meter he left to adjoin the cleaners at sallying forth's apartment, just in case she was successful in going to the fuzz he need it all cleaned he made sure the sheets were changed out with 1 he had bought on the way and took all the bedclothes on the bed to a cleaners close by where she could foot them up. When he came back to superintend the cleaners and to add cameras to the house. His vantage peak was right at his little apartment, but had blind spots and he wanted to be able to check in on her while he was gone.

After that he made transcription and waited for Sally to get off so he could fall out and see what happened.
Sally had decided to go to the cops and when the work day was done, there was no more signal of blue flowers so she hopped on the bus resolute in her conclusion. She had picked the station that was closest to a bus point and also was the one closest to her household. Determined that this was the slump choice she got off and proceeded to take the air the shortsighted distance. She had convinced herself that he would take in no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no reason. Once in the station the bull could take caution of this rightfield ? There were fingerprint. There was grounds, this would mould out.

She rounded the corner to the main entryway and started up the front man stairs, when she saw it. A single bluing carnation with a note taped to it. She stopped dead in her racetrack, No ! There was no way ! With rickety stair she approached the Dianthus caryophyllus laying on the flat coat and picked it up and flipped it over to see the note. In the same handwriting it simply said :

Are you making a full decision, pet ?

sortie walked quickly back down the stairs with the carnation and note in deal. She was on the verge of bust, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her head was screaming. She leaned against the edifice and told herself to just breathe, she threw the carnation down on the primer. When she got herself under control she started to cerebrate, he could have left that this aurora, he knew where she lived, where the nighest police station was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the police force could help right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

wellspring there was only one way to find out so Sally got her brass up again and walked into the police station and asked to speak with someone, preferably a distaff cop. They asked her to fulfill out frame, but she insisted on speaking to a peeress cop first. The first cop seemed bothered but went to see who was available. The doorway opened and Sally glanced back taking in the bike courier waking in. Her warmness skipped a rhythm and her breath seemed to leave her when she saw, he was carrying a blue carnation. The messenger rang the bell and waited with his paperwork setting the flower on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to rest. He Knew ! Sally mustered her courage.

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

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

"Who is this to ?"

"The station"

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

Sally knew she was in bother. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do ? Sally made her way place not really registering the walk back to the bus stop or the ride back to her apartment. She wondered if he was going to be there. When was he coming for her ? Sally looked at her spot logically and wondered what in realness she could do. If he was watching her, and he seemed to be, then moving was out of the query, he would just follow her. Entering her apartment things seemed different. She looked around and there was a juicy carnation in the sustenance elbow room with a note.

sortie, I took the indecorum of having the place cleaned professionally. You may cull up your old blankets and canvass at the cleanser indicated on the reception tomorrow, in the meantime I have provided new ones for tonight. delight do behave yourself between now and then.

quip was too old-hat mentally from the altogether ordeal to even be mad, she made dinner and went to bed early and done in by all that had transpired.

Mike had in fact been watching the whole time. He saw Sally pass the police station the number 1 prison term then insert it again. The bike courier had been sitting by his car waiting instructions and when she went in the sec time. Mike gave the bike messenger the note and blossom and told him to get a signature and to put the vase down close to the young woman with the card facing her. He had wanted there to be no doubt in her psyche who the heyday was from. He was disappointed his first message had not hit home, he thought that the commencement one would be enough. The messenger reported what had happened and got paid for his time and a skillful tip, mike was relieved she had not talked to the cops, even though he had taken attention of the possibility. It was disappointing to him that the messenger was needed at all. He was not surprise, just determined that the lessons he taught would be learned. He needed to shop for his future visit and plan it out. He had planned on stretching the training out, but he thought maybe he needed to speed up his plans.

Today was Monday, peck up was on Thursday, and they needed 24 minute between landing and flying again so they would forget Tonight, fly into wed., rest, pick up shipment Th, fly nursing home, deliver cargo, home, slumber. Depending on how tired he was on Sat he may search in on her without her cognition. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a calendar month off to spend with sally. They had other transportation experts, but he had a certain reputation with the more difficult ones, they always came into the institute meek and quiet after 24 hour with mike. It made the Institute's job easier.

The flight over was uneventful, and Mike checked on Sally through the television camera he had set up. There were several times he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough metre for that. Traveling had become a chore, it could be exhausting, but he did care the dissimilar lifestyle. During his stay he went and walked around taking in some topical anesthetic sites, but mostly sleep and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the appointed time a Mercedes drove into the hanger with. mike wondered absently if it was bullet proof which seemed to be the new thing with this class of client. The driver got out and opened the room access behind his and the client emerged. As he walked toward Mike the driver was going around to the other side. The hubby seemed protective of his charge seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between mike's assembly line of mountain and the young charge he had yet to see.

"Hello, I am Badi ,. I am grateful you will be accompanying my adorable wife. I do ask that you please be deliberate. The man who wanted her, is very raging, I do not know what he will do."

"We will do our best to keep her safety, and take her binding to you an educated and well-rounded woman."

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

"What is that ?"mike was getting mentally ready, the ones who told him it would be gentle, their cleaning woman were concerted always caused misgiving with Mike, if they were so good, then why ask for him, why use the Institute at all ?

"She is scared of men. She is very shy. Please be aware of that. I have talked to her she understands that she is going to get an education, and there will not be any sex till she comes nursing home, but she is still mistrustful. Any sudden touching and she will probably cry."

"Ah thanks for the heads up. She will be o.k.. mike motioned over the female gang extremity who was also Irani. He had her waiting for his signal by the plane as business enterprise was done by the male person first then the female came when called.

"Shiva here will be with your youth bride, she will search her, and when we board it will be her and Azar who will tend to her. Both girls are Iranian, and know Farsi, and have been trained at the institute so they will be able to do questions."

Badi seemed please at this surplus arrangement, there was a understanding he asked for Mike, he had heard history of the early transporters, Mike was all business. He waved his hand without turning around. Quickly the child and the device driver appeared at his face.

"Qamar this is Shiva who will be frisking you as we discussed and she will also be with you on the airplane. The man is Mike he is the bodyguard who will accompany you to the institute."

Switching to English Badi then turned to Mike"Mike, Shiva this is my bride please be careful with her."He patted the girl's head much like a father would and gently pushed her toward Shiva.

The woman introduced herself to both in their language and took the mitt of the female child. The two went off to the side of meat and Varisha checked her for weapon then they boarded the airplane. microphone hung back with the hubby to give up the ladies sentence to get settled and to do any hold out minute dubiousness. After good day were said Badi singled the driver. Swiftly the door to the back arse opened and Badi climbed in.

On the plane mike let Qamar sit in a unlike incision of the airplane so he did not realize her so nervous, she seemed fix to bolt if he looked at her, so he wanted her to relax. He left Holy Order that only female appendage of the work party were to approach her and to make indisputable she slept, slipping her a drug if necessity.

She was obviously high strung. As it turned out once Mike left her unique and all the men disappeared she seemed to slack and even talk to the women a bit, soon drifting off to sleep. Again he checked on wisecrack when the prison term changes were correct and she had not really done anything since Monday. He knew her carnation were getting to her, because he would see them in the trash that was good she had to be thinking about him then.

The trajectory was shine and getting through airport security was promiscuous since everything had been sent on ahead and checked so they just verified the ID's and processed the passports. In the cab on the way to The Institute Qamar was nervous, but not obnoxious. mike wanted to calm her down, but figured there was not a great deal he could do being a male person, and given her upbringing so he left her alone and the trip from the airdrome was very quiet. He texted the Institute to let them eff they were on their way.

Once inside the teachers came out and took Qumar to her new room, which was bound to be very luxurious given her family and Mike sought out an teacher friend.

The teacher had a separate offstage when they were off duty so mike went to his room first, and was in luck.

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey Mike ! You on a delivery ?"

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

"Hey I get paid for being a bastard and fucking women, it's a sound life."Oren laughed

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

"I got a undertaking coming up, a custom job for me. I just taught her some basics, but she needs more clip. Besides her basement suite is not done being built yet."

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

"Maybe you can derive learn her sometime once she is at my planetary house while I am on a job, but Oren, no touch sensation, just look, If I let you."

"Man microphone we used to parcel them all."

"Yeah squall me sentimental."

"I need to not be disturbed side by side weekend is that potential ? I was going to wait another calendar week, but she did not behave."

"Why not mail her here ? We can get her obedient in no time while your cellar is being built."

"Oren, I like the psyche games I like watching them struggle with their new world and coming to terminus with it in one licking after another, that I am their new world. I want my own peculiar touch, my friend and I don't want anyone else touching her cashbox I say."

"Poor girl, your touch sensation is rough."

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

"I have a girl that could use your funny talent on the unwilling if you want to get off."

"Not this sentence, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to outfit myself with some new objects I saw in the store and then hop a plane nursing home, I got ta check on my project. ``

"All right, well maybe side by side time."Oren missed training girls with Mike. They made a serious tag team.

Mike spent prison term at the store going over the austereness of Sally's transactions and picking out just the right methods of punishment. By the fourth dimension he was done he was excited about the next weekend with his project.

On the flight home he thought of Sally and all the new thing he and bought to try out on her.

Once at his stand of operations, microphone slept, checked on quip, she was asleep, but her chamber light was on….nightmares perhaps ? mike knew that was probably true, but wished there was another way to get inside a person's head. They seemed to always have nightmare. On the way from the airport he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few carnations here and there in the flat just to crap sure she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a meter for expiation. He was going to teach her who was in billing on Fri. mike went shopping for food for thought and other odds and ends to make surely he was ready .