The Chauffeur ( # 43 ) Fighting Back

BY PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Waking up with a brush up Jill was a delightful way to spread my eyes. For the first tie in a recollective while, Dakota did not sleep in my bed. I got up and headed towards the bathroom for my morning ritual. I shaved and I showered.

Once I was through, I went back out to the bedroom where my darling wife was still sleeping. I put on wearing apparel to head towards the hawk today as my 24 hours of staying at the Chateau is now over.

I unplug my phone, catch my wallet and keys and a pair of skid and wind sleeve. I quietly leave the chamber and nous towards the kitchen. Once I'm in the kitchen, Dakota and can are already there. John, of course of study, is eating a bowl of cereal grass. Dakota, my favourite, is sitting quietly having a cup of coffee berry.

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

Both trick and Dakota are dressed for study. Slowly, the great unwashed file out into the kitchen area. I hear what sounds corresponding pelting. I look out the nominal head window and see that it is pouring punishing. I think to myself ; do I channelise to work today or outride here at the Chateau ? My mind leans towards heading to the Hawk.

Over the next half hour or so, people come out to the kitchen. Bobby and Sammy offer them breakfast. nigh of them take the offer. I check the time and read/write head back down to the bedroom to make sure she is wake up and beginning to get ready for work. When I open the bedroom door, there sits my gorgeous wife doing her pilus at her makeup board. I sneak up behind her and buss her from behind. She moans as I put my weapons system around her from behind.

I kiss her again and manoeuvre back out towards the kitchen once again. I realize that I still don't have my laptop, nor does Jill possess her tugboat. I think about using estimator 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 Baron Verulam from the chefs.

"Hey hombre, could we have a nice pork roast for dinner tonight ? Maybe fresh made mashed potatoes and either some cultivated carrot or commons beans along with one of your delicious Sid Caesar salads. Is that possible ?"I ask.

"No David, we don't make anything like that. Maybe we will have some beefburger from Red Robin 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 ready sure that we are rotating a couple of the people from the hawk to secure that Danni gets a lunchtime.

Noticing the sentence once again, I suggest that we should pop heading towards the vehicles in the service department and thrust to work. Paula and Donna both get into their vehicles. John 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 King John's motortruck. Jill, BJ, and Danni all get into Jill's Mercedes. All five vehicle leave the garage and mountain pass through the front gate to head towards work.

We are all driving carefully as we haven't had hard pelting in quite a while. In fact, it probably has been 6 or 7 weeks since we have had any rainfall at all. When we get to the hawk, we all find a parking smirch on the second trading floor. Once parked, we walk across the walkway into the building. We all say hello/good morning to the security guard and get on the elevator to manoeuvre up to the top floor.

Once I am there, we all get off the lift. 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 conference rooms to have room to spread out their paperwork. We all begin to dig into our jobs. I open my estimator to mark off the work emails once again. As I scan the email, I don't see any threatening emails this time. I check with Jill and she doesn't have any suspicious email either.

I begin my usual categorization of emails. I scan them and notice one from Rob, the IT guy. He discusses things that his group think need to be addressed regarding our calculator system of rules. He suggests that we put some new servers into gambol. He also suggests that we upgrade directly from Microsoft the security programs to protect our company. His business suggestion make a all lot of signified and I give him the enterprise to make the alteration. However, I ask if we should keep back his mathematical group on staff, so he isn't overloaded with projects. I figure that I'll get a reply either later today or tomorrow.

I begin to go through the ‘ read-only'e-mail, interpretation and deleting them. I hear Jill swear a bit coming from her conference way. BJ is apologizing and heading to the printer to get whatever Jill sent there. In my headland, 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 ordering lunch to be delivered since it is still raining. As I'm looking over the eating house menu's online, Danni comes to my business office threshold and narrate me that there is mortal here who would like to speak to me. I get up and follow her backbone to the reception area. As I approach the arena, I see a Los Angeles Policeman.

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

"Yes, sir. I'm Officer James I 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 have it off that he needs only me and not any of my helper. 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 Officer Williams. She assures me that she will let both of them know.

Officer Williams and I head down to the second floor. We take the crossover voter to the parking garage. I say hello again to the security guard as we head over to the garage. Once I'm in the service department, I see his squad car. He unlocks it and we both get into the front end butt. He turns his computer on its side and slides it down towards the floor. I strap into the seatbelt and off we head.

"ship's officer Roger Williams, where are we headed ?"I ask.

"To a crime shot Mr. Henry Graham Greene. Your presence is requested by our police detective,"he tells me. I'm at a total loss. However, as we head across town, the letter that I passed along to agentive role Longmire comes to my mind. Did the Mexican Drug trust get to someone that I know ? I'm not sure whom it might be as everyone was accounted for last night. As we turn the street corner, I know who it is. He parks in front of the house. We both get out and head up to the nominal head door. I meet police detective James. He tells me that he requested me to do to this crime vista.

Detective St. James carefully takes me inside the house. I take a couple of steps inside and intercept. The life room is covered with line everywhere. There is blood spray on the far rampart, there is blood line on the living room couch and all over the coffee tree table with a large pocket billiards of stemma at the feet of the individual who is underneath the sheet.

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

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

He takes a corner of the sheet and pulls it back. I'm stunned, so much so, I head outside to upchuck my guts out. I lean over the rail on the face step to barf into the planter next to the front steps.

tec Sir Bernard Williams stands behind me watching me stinker my guts out. I have never seen anything so violent ever before in my entire life."This is an old lady friend who left my theatre yesterday. We had a fight. I asked her to allow for. My supporter called a cab to land her menage. Are there any witnesses ?"I ask.

"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, do you lie with who this is ?"he asks me.

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

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

"detective, have you been in contact with agentive role Longmire of the FBI ? She has been chasing a Mexican Drug cartel who has been threatening to mangle someone that I know. I gave her a DVD of my house for the past 24 minute yesterday. I also gave her a letter that I received threatening to do this,"I tell him. He pulls out his little notepad and begins to take in billet. He asks me for contact information for Agent Longmire. I call up her contact info on my cell phone and bridge player the telephone set to the detective.

"Thank you, Mr. Greene. I need you to continue around for a few minute of arc. I have a few questions for you,"he tells me.

I sit down on the front man steps. My belly is still real queasy. I don't bed how a good deal prison term has passed before another police vehicle arrives. St. Patrick gets out of the car and layover. He knows the house as well and doesn't take a step towards the house. He, instead just stands leaning against the police vehicle. I look at him, trying my best not to cry as my pass keeps flashing back to the furiousness that I saw inside.

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

"Is it Aurora ?"he asks.

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

We both just sit on the footmark staring out to the street and the number of constabulary car that are parked there. I see a news van pull up and get out with a cameraman and a reporter. The uniform police stop them at the street and begin answering their questions. I see the cameraman do a sweep of the forepart of the mansion. I bow my head word and seem down at the ground. Patrick gets up and heads towards the news newsman asking them to block up taking pictures of his friend who was murdered. The reporter tried to ask several questions only for St. Patrick to turn and walk away from them.

Patrick comes back over to me and sits down future to me on the stride."You were saying that you believe that you caused this to happen to aurora. What makes you believe that ?"he asks me.

"I received a letter yesterday threatening my group that someone I know will be murdered. I never in my unwarranted pipe dream believed it would be dayspring,"I tell him

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

The Detective spends another couple of 60 minutes asking both St. Patrick and me dubiousness. We answered all of his questions. However, before the Detective let us go, agentive role Longmire showed up. She spent several minutes chatting with the investigator. Once they finished their conversation, she came over to see me and Patrick.

"Patrick, this is Agent Longmire. agentive role, this is Patrick. This is the person that I was asking both of you to fall with my married woman and me to dinner,"I tell both.

"Mr. Patrick, I'm sorry that we met under these consideration. Also, I'm sorry for your loss,"she tells him. She flips undecided her notepad and begins asking me questions. 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 head. Once she is finished asking questions, she offers both Patrick and me a ride back to where the Police picked us up from.

Patrick and I got into her fomite. She headed back to the detail where the police picked us up. She dropped off Patrick first, then took me back to the hawk. I asked if she could get together me for dejeuner, she agreed. I directed her to the skillful Italian spot that Fred introduced us to.

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

He sat us at a tabular array and brought over the usual hoop of Allium sativum scratch."David, how did you know that I love garlic shekels ?"the Agent asks me.

"Um, I didn't. They have dandy ail bread here and the owner brings a basket of it over to my tabular array all the time,"I tell her.

We had a overnice meal. federal agent Longmire ordered volaille 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 glass of diet coke instead. I ordered my usual, spaghetti with pith sauce and a twain of meatballs. We sat and had a delightful lunch. When it was all over, I paid the lunch billhook, but factor Longmire tried to catch the neb, but I was just a stir quicker. This caused both of us to express joy a bit.

She told me that she thought Saint Patrick was a very handsome man and is interested in going out to dinner with him and Jill and me. This made me very happy to learn that such a vehement 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 enough, factor Longmire clutched my elbow as we left. This made me feel much better about her.

It was about 20 minutes to get me back to the Hawk. She dropped me off at the movement door, street degree and wished me a beneficial 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. I let her and everyone else know that aurora has been murdered. respective of the ladies, such as Jennifer and Sharon were shocked by the news.

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

The rest of the afternoon was spent with me working on my computer reading the ‘ read-only'email 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 masses turning off their data processor and putting on their waterproof.

I stood by the elevator doors. Dakota and John both came over to me asking what had happened with the Police. I told him that we would have that discussion back at the Chateau. He didn't ask another password ; he just stood a few human foot away from me waiting for the lift.

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

She took my manus and silently held it as we waited for the elevator to pass. It dawned on me that I have no melodic theme what everyone had for lunch.

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

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

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

"Agent Longmire, eh ? Should we expect her to designate up at the house tonight for some playtime ?"Dakota asks but is smiling the completely time.

"No smarty-pants. We just had dejeuner. However, I saw something that caused me to puke my guts out. The Mexican Drug cartel got to dawn. They murdered her very violently. There was descent everywhere. I've never seen so a good deal blood in my entire life. It was atrocious,"I say to her. She knows that I'm quite rattled about cockcrow. She doesn't say a Christian Bible, she just stands there next to me, holding my hand. When the elevator door ding and opens we both step on and hinge on it down to the 2nd floor.

At the endorse floor, we get off and take the crosswalk to the parking service department. Sharon and Jennifer are both waiting by Dakota's car for her and me.

We all get into Dakota's BMW and head back towards the Chateau. It is still raining, something that we haven't seen much of in southern CA in various weeks.

I text Amy asking her if the chefs made the pork roast that I asked for this dawn. She told me that Red Robin Warren 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 sick conditions. Clearly, people had forgotten how to drive in the rain as we had several people run dealings luminosity and playground slide into the intersection. Which caused me to constrain my seatbelt.

All I could think about was the horrible scene of sunrise's organic structure underneath that tack. What I remember seeing was her throat cut from ear to ear. respective stab wound and a bullet golf hole in her frontal bone with the blood covering her grimace. It just kept haunting me.

In my point, I couldn't think of how to make whoever did this pay. When we pull into the courtyard, I begin to word a plan on fighting back against our ‘ friends'the Mexican Drug trust.

As Dakota pulls into the garage, I see St. John the Apostle's truck already parked in there. Yet, I don't see Jill's car just yet. I text BJ and ask if they are close to the house. I get a reception from BJ that they are about 5 minutes away. As we pull into the service department, I just sit in the front rear thinking about Aurora. I want to fight back, but I'm not sure just how to approach it. Dakota puts her hand on my give 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 soul to address the slaying of Aurora. Let the jam push the police and the detective to verbalize to Aurora's demise. As I hear the garage door open and see Jill's car enter the service department, I decide to get out of Dakota's car and head inside. I stand by the door to the home and wait for Jill to join me.

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

We all end up in the kitchen, Bobby tells me that dinner will be set in about 15 arcminute, so if I wanted to take a prompt shower, I had enough time to do so. I think about it for a moment but decide not to go take a exhibitor.

My phone buzzes. It's agentive role Longmire.

"how-do-you-do broker, why are you giving me a telephone set telephone call ? Are you asking if you can occur over for dinner ?"I ask chuckling a bit.

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

"Of course of instruction, I'm still in. Is there a dark that works for both you and Patrick ?"I ask.

"How about tomorrow night, both Saint Patrick and I seem to experience an opening on our schedule. Where should we gather you and your married woman ?"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 pick you up,"I tell her.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I'll be happy to drive,"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 towboat. I thank her and we end the phone call.

The chefs have dinner cook. trick makes a plate for Diane, that included some salad. He also made himself a home.

As everyone has a home base of intellectual nourishment in front end of them, I stand to tell what has gone on today with the police.

"OK, everyone, may I ingest your attention for just a couple of minute. John, will you please go get the pool house grouping ?"I ask.

whoremaster gets up and heads out to the pocket billiards theatre. He knocks on the doorway and brings them into the menage. They come inside and make themselves a dinner plate. I send Dakota to get Mom and Fred.

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

"I need to secern everyone what the Police picked me up for today. They took me to first light's house. I found her slay. Her pharynx was slit from ear to ear. She had multiple dig wounds all over her torso plus she had one exclusive gunshot wound in the plaza of her forehead. There was rake everywhere. I have never seen such a macabre situation. It made me go outside and so-and-so my guts out. I now know whom they went after, someone that I mistakenly kicked out of our household yesterday,"

"What do we do then ?"Jennifer asks.

"I don't know. But I do do it that we need to ascertain each other's cover. If you have a carry permit, please wear your weapon. If you don't have a carry permit, then please arrest with someone who does experience one. I don't want anyone here hurt, am I clear about this ?"I ask.

I hear several yeses. I care for all my mathematical group and haven't decided how to fight back. This drug cartel needs an ass-kicking. I decide to put a call option into Special agent 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 hurt them. I want to take the fighting to these shitheads. They murdered someone and did it in a horrifying style. How do I take the battle to them ?"I ask.

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

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

"Then here's what we're going to do. I have it on commodity information, that we know where their briny den is located. They also have about a dozen lowly places that they stock weapons and people to fight. Care to go after them ?"Fernandez asks me.

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

"Well, alright then. Put your 5 best shooting together, I'll be by to peck you all up in about a half an hour,"he says to me.

I tap John, Dakota, Jill, Donna, and both the CG boys. I tell the boy to get their rifles, as they will be helping us take down some of the Mexican Drug trust. I explain that they will be taking key stead to let the back of the group. I explain that they need to bring lashings of their .50 calibre ammunition. They should also bring their scopes. I expect them to take a position that is highschool 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 black Chevy Suburban. John follows with his motortruck and both CG boys. We drive across town and meet up with about 40 FBI factor. I pick out a rooftop and mail the CG boys to the rooftop to hold up a sniper's position.

As they climb the outside brand firing ladder, they reach the rooftop in just a couple of minutes. They focus their scopes and lay out several clipping of ammunition. They text that they are ready to do some damage.

John and Donna guide a position at their side entryway. Jill, Dakota and I take a stance at their front door. About 20 agents are with us at the front threshold, another 10 agent are with lavatory at the incline doorway, and the rest of the agent along with agentive role Longmire take a posture at the backbone door. especial broker Fernandez calls on his headset.

"We go in 3-2-1…attack,"he gives the education 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 front threshold and set about shooting everyone that I see inside, along with the 20 or so factor that enter with me. Dakota takes a defensive position outside so if any stalker past us she will take them down.

various agents kick in the back door. slews of gunfire there, a couple of agents go down. Jill works her way to the agents coming through the hind door. She is firing at everything that moves that is not in tactical appurtenance. I am also firing hitting everything that is moving. As one cartridge clip empties, I load another taking aim at anyone moving. The agents that entered the front threshold with me are taking drug cartel phallus out with precision. I'm sure that the gunfight can be heard in the neighborhood. I have hit and killed 9 cartel penis all of whom were firing at myself and the FBI broker. No one was unarmed that we shot at.

The unanimous outgrowth takes about 20 minutes. 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 agents were hit, neither of them seriously. John said he killed 5 drug cartel guys. Jill took 4 down, killing all four. Dakota got the just one that snuck out the side door. He took a shot at her and she put a round between his eye. Donna says she only got 3 drug cartel guys, but she said that the federal agent around her took down about a dozen guy rope, making them dead, not wounded.

There is a car full of cartel fellow member trying to miss. Both CG boys take several slam at them and call for out all 5 guys in the car, causing the car to crash into a building across the street. I hear some hooting from the rooftop from the CG son, 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 join them. Fernandez calls for an investigating agent to audience the early broker. Longmire and Fernandez tell me that I need to take my people out of here as they violated a big FBI rule. I gather out my hoi polloi and off we go. We are all to the full of adrenaline on the thrust home. I do the math in my oral sex, John Lackland 5, Jill 4, Donna 3, Dakota 1, and I got 9. The CG boys got 5. My math counts a total of 27. Fernandez said before we left that they did a quick enumeration and it seems as if all told 53 cartel phallus have been shot and killed. No trust member is still animated, they all have been killed.

"Jill, text edition somebody back at the sign, let them know we are all fine and no one got shot,"I tell her. She grabs her phone and texts the firm.

"They tell us, we are insane, but everyone is glad that we took it to them,"Jill tells all of us in can's truck. We drive home, all of us are amped up on the adrenaline from shooting the cartel members. Donna tells us that she hasn't shot anyone since her days in the Marine. However, she is beaming that we have hit them where they were hiding. Longmire and Fernandez may have invited us, but I am quite for sure that they weren't expecting us to subscribe out 27 cartel fellow member out of the 53 Fernandez said were killed. In my head, I did some quick math and figured that it was just above 53 % of my grouping shooting and killing combine. Now, I wanted to take out a full-page ad taunting the Mexican Drug Cartel, but I know that would only get Fernandez and Longmire into trouble. I suggested that when we all get dwelling that we are to clean our weapon system and reload the ammunition clips.

As john pulls into the courtyard, I am so gallant of my radical. None of them let themselves get shot and all of them took out Drug Cartel penis. John parks his truck into the garage and everyone piles out of the truck. We're all chatty about the event.

CHAPTER 3

When we were all inside, Sammy had a series of desserts prepared for all of us. He had another of his fabulous chocolate patty. He had a Daucus carota sativa cake with cream cheese frosting, and he had about 5 dozen burnt umber cow chip cookie. toilet took a slice of carrot cake and about 6 cookies. He asked Diane if she wanted anything, but she declined saying that worrying about him made her turn one's stomach. 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 blast on the drug trust. He smiled and told her that he did it to make her safety, she just put her munition around him and held onto her guy.

I can tell that the raid on the drug trust has gotten Donna all amped up….and horny. I see her rustling to Jill ; I'm guessing I know what the whispering is all about. The two CG boys immediately went out to the pool household after they stored their rifles in the gun safe. They felt trade good taking out the bad guy wire. I can only imagine that if there is trouble, it will occur from them taking out the careful of cartel members with their .50 bore reave shaft. Maybe there will be an autopsy, maybe not. Let's hope for not.

Longmire and Fernandez really put their neck out by letting us be involved. I need to opine of a way to thank them that won't get them into hassle. Before we left, I thanked the broker that kicked in the front door 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 epinephrin Benjamin Rush is incredible.

As I suggested, everyone is cleaning their weapon, except for the two CG boys. They're busy getting laid over at the pocket billiards house, or at least that's what I was thinking was going on. Brigham Young hombre, porn star girlfriend, plus a prominent chested roommate that is well known in the porn industry as a great cock sucking soul, what could Fred's two nephews ask for any better ?

Donna is overly garrulous. She is talking to Jennifer about a mile a minute. Jennifer is just smiling and letting her run with the conversation. When Donna finally did end talking, Jennifer excused herself and went over to John. She put her arms around him and told him that she was a flighty wreck the altogether metre he was gone. Her and Diane sat together and worried. Saint John the Apostle told her it was the most incredible thing he had ever done and that I had his back. She didn't need to know that I was on a completely different slope of the house from him. Truth be told, it was the FBI federal agent that had his spine, not me.

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

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

"It's just how I process killing someone and I killed 4 people today. I haven't shot ad killed that many hoi polloi since my twenty-four hour period in the Marines. However, unlike the military solar day, I shot from closeup. None of my shots were at someone that was no more than 8-10 feet away from me. In the military, I was shooting my artillery at people that were usually about 100-200 animal foot away. Not the causa today. Let me just process the issue,"Jill tells me. I kiss her on the impertinence and let her just sit and clean her firearm.

I see no one in the TV elbow room, so I head in there and turn on the TV to watch an action mechanism video. I select the picture ‘ Bad son'with Will smith and Dean Martin Saint Lawrence. Something in my brain tells me that the theatrical role that Tea Leone plays isn't really acting, it's more like how she really is in life sentence. As I'm watching the movie, Sammy comes over with a big trough of popcorn. I take a smattering and set about eating. My head is loving this popcorn. It has genuine melted butter, not some powdered butter flavoring nor butter flavored oil ( like at the flick theaters ). He also brings out a bowl of cinnamon bark sugar Zea mays everta. This one I really liked and took control of that bowl.

John came out and sat in the reclining president. 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 side of me, and as usual Dakota on the other position.

I sat there staring at the TV but was thinking about how favourable my life has become. I got to do something that virtually no one would ever get to do, go on a mission with agents of the FBI. I could deliver gotten my family in serious trouble today. I need to get back down and turn back thinking and acting impulsively. This could have turned out much regretful than it did.

The shooting made the nightly news show. According to the word, there was a sum of 40 drug trust phallus killed as FBI agents tried to deliver some warrants, which I thought was a good cover story.

I was deep in thought and not watching what was going on around me. I finally came back to seeing my little girl, Dakota stuffing her face full of my Cinnamomum zeylanicum lettuce Zea mays everta. She was giggling at me being off in the space while she pilfered my popcorn.

I pulled her into me and began to vellicate her. That made her squeal with laughter. It's always nice to see her smile and laugh. She's as elusive as nails and counter my demand and wants like no one that I have ever encountered. Jill is the exact contrary. She is also tough as nails, but she is much more mensural in her ways.

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

Donna stands up and takes me by the hand. She leads me past Jill, who is still cleaning her weapon and sitting pensively. Donna leads me down the hallway to my own bedroom. She pulls me inside and keeps going dragging me to my bathroom. There she sheds her clothes and steps into the rain shower. I just stood there looking at her beautiful body underneath the water. It was beautiful to watch the water cascading down her organic structure, over her fantastic knocker, down her flat belly, and into the vale of delight known as her pussy.

She turns and summons me with that one finger that women use to summon you silently. I kick off my shoe, shed my clothes and step into the exhibitor with her. She comes over to me and puts her arms around my neck and get out me into her, tightly. We had wonderful passionate sex for nearly an hour in the rain 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 be intimate woman, who is a sensual brute. When we are done drying each former off, she wraps a towel around her and leaves the bedchamber. I, as usual, put a brace of shorts on and my usual Edward Douglas White Jr. tee shirt. I sat on the rest bed for a few proceedings thinking about the events 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 silly self. The CG boys, may have done the best thing of all, go have nice sweaty sex with their porn sensation girlfriends and Belinda.

My mind again thinks about break of the day. How did they get to her ? Did they just come to the room access and attack when she opened it ? Did we kill the person or individual who murdered Aurora ? Are there more out there hiding ? Should I continue to concern about something happening to one of the family extremity ? The questions 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 artillery, but it remains on the dining room table.

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

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

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

"I'm sorry. Mr. Greene is not useable right now. Please feel detached to leave the package at the gate and soul will come in out to get it,"I say into the speaker.

"When will Mr. Greene be available as this is the second time, we have attempted to deliver this parcel,"the Russian sounding man said.

Like I said a few minutes ago, Mr. Graham Greene is very busybodied. 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 help to sign for the packet,"I tell the man.

I get no response, but on the security system photographic camera, I see him shrug his articulatio humeri with mortal else taking the box from the man that spoke. They walk back down the military service road. Apparently, they must have used Google mapping to receive that we have a serving road leading to the presence 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 videodisc made me think about Patrick, see what we saw may make him not want to go on the date with Longmire. I decided to scream Patrick.

"Hey, Patrick. It's David Greene. I just wanted to phone 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 replenishment for Aurora. I mean, she was an incredible pain in the ass, but when she turned on the charm, she could becharm the sock right off you, but you already know that. You and she dated for a piece. May I ask how long you dated and how long ago ?"Patrick asks.

"well, we dated several years ago, before I married my starting time wife. mirthful thing, we only dated about a month or two, we were charming in bed, but we were oil and water keep together. She and I didn't mix outside of the bedroom,"I tell him.

"I can empathize that. We dated for about 5 weeks. I couldn't take her always complaining about how many hour I work. I mean, I own this byplay and I certainly don't want it to go wrong because I'm whoring around,"Patrick tells me.

"Patrick, are we still on for tomorrow dark ? I hope we are because I think the gentlewoman, I'm introducing you to will put a smiling on your typeface. She understands longsighted hours as she probably works somewhere between 60-75 hours a workweek, strait familiar ?"I ask.

"Yeah, it form of audio like we are variant of each other. What does she do for a living that she works so many time of day ? Does she own her own business as well ?"Patrick asks.

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

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

"Well, I wouldn't want you to be arrested on your beginning meeting of her,"I say to him still laughing a bit.

"Hey, I need your savoir-faire. I'm sending a car to blame you up. After what we just went through, I don't want you to have to interest about taking yourself to dinner. Since I own a limousine company, just let me send a car to cull you up. vocalize in force ?"I ask.

"Yeah, I'm OK with you sending a car for me,"he says to me before giving me his savoir-faire. I notice that the name and address is in a nicer part of LA. It 's not Beverly Hills, but still a gracious part of LA. Now, I must convince Longmire to give me her plate reference for this to wreak. In my head, I thought about how today went and maybe, just maybe Longmire will commit me enough to share with her home address.

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

"Hello Ms. Longmire, this is David Graham Greene,"I say to her.

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

"To get your destination. I'm sending a car to find fault you up tomorrow Night. No backing out of our deal,"I say to her. I get an unusually longsighted pause before she finally agrees to give me her home base address.

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

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

"well, I decided on Longhorn Steakhouse. It's a very relaxed ambience, plus I love their food. This guy you're going to be introduced to owns a home cleaning inspection and repair. He's always working trying to make certainly that his client are taken tutelage of properly. Like you, he is working all the time. Maybe, if you two hit it off tomorrow night you can give birth a late-night 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 thing you women like to do when meeting soul. I expect you to eat a regular meal,"I tell her.

We chat a few to a greater extent minutes before we say our goodbyes. I feel better about the date still being on. Patrick was the one that I thought would bail on the particular date after dawn, but thankfully he didn't.

I asked Dakota to dial up Black Car limo and send a reach limo to St. Patrick's address first, then to Heidi's. In my head, 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 Aurora. I decided that the limo needs to descend here first to blame up Jill and me, then Saint Patrick, and finally Heidi.

I saw Dakota still watching a movie on the lounge in the TV room. In my principal, if we Jill and I were going to the Hawk, then we would demand to leave about 3:00 pm to get place in time to shower and change, then get into the limo and head to their star sign. Of course of instruction, in my principal, I wondered if we should pick up Heidi first and thus not showing her destination to someone she has not checked out. It just made more sense to me to pick her up offset then Patrick.

Jill was out in the TV way, but she was sitting in the reclining chair, not really participating with anyone. Sammy had brought a roll of popcorn, but she only had a duad of raciness out of it. She just set it down on the little side mesa next to the chair.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up in the morn, I found Jill snoring next to me and a minuscule little creature all snuggled up, ass first into me. I could tell just by the tone of the dead body 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 common morning rituals. I decide that I need to knock off, a nice shave with my razor. The one that I will do tonight will be with my galvanic razor instead. I step into the exhibitioner and take a nice hot shower. Once again, being alone in the exhibitor only takes a few arcminute 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 slacks and a short-sleeved dress shirt and dress shoes. However, right now I'm heading to the Hawk, for work.

As I picked my dress out of the press, I had to wake up Jill. I'm a bit worried about her. Hopefully, she has pondered what happened yesterday with the drug trust. I have the literary argument in my pass as to why we should have done what we did with the Feds. I don't want to have to interest about Jill and how she is processing as stress 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 easy, cave in her a little shingle and she pops her eyes open and gets her day going with a expectant cup of umber.

Dakota bounds into the shower, as Jill was looking rig over. One for oeuvre 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 indorse buss, which I gave her.

"good cockcrow darling,"Jill says to me. I was happy to hear her say those words.

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

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

"You mean the presentation dinner party,"I tell her even though it could go horribly wrong."Yes, we have that tonight,"she smiles as I tell her that. She picks out a nice couplet of jeans and a white blouse along with a couple of low bounder. For work, she chooses a nice skirt along with a colorful blouse. I just smile at what I see. When she hears the body of water twist off and Dakota coming into the bedroom, she gets up and heads to the bathroom to get ready.

Dakota, with a towel wrapped around her beautiful short body, flips the back of the towel up to dart me her precious ass. I just smile. As she leaves the bedroom, I still haven't figured out what to get her for Dec 25. The holiday is only about 10 solar day away and I need to drop some time going shopping, however, the two ladies that I love the most I have absolutely no idea what to get either of them.

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

bathroom is already there eating a bowl of cereal. I see both Jennifer and Diane all dressed for oeuvre. I have it in my mind to curb on Jennifer's forward motion in solving some of the return that we had discussed a few twenty-four hour period ago.

Paula comes out, looking ravishing and kisses me on the cheek, pours herself a cup of coffee and heads to work. Donna comes out, also looking stunning. She gives me a passionate kiss, probably from our lovemaking session yesterday in the shower. She had a couple slices of toast with a fried hard egg between them. I was just sitting at the kitchen table just admiring her beautiful body.

She poured me a glass of my pineapple succus and put it in front end of me. I watched her eat the electrocute egg sandwich and salute a cup of deep brown. When she was done, she tossed her paper home into the trash, kissed me again and headed out.

I see that I missed a call from federal agent Longmire. I decided that it was too too soon to call her back, so I set an warning device on my telephone to prompt me to call her in a short-circuit while.

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

Jill came out just a few minutes later and boy does she expect amazing. I don't know what it was this dawn, but all the ladies looked wonderful as they headed out to work. I ask Jill if she will drive us to the mortarboard, as we are going to be leaving early, probably around 3, so she has enough meter to get set. 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 number one wood for tonight's dinner. Dakota had already given Fred the addresses for both Saint Patrick and Heidi.

I was glad to hear everything was all set up. What concerned me was the telephone set call from Longmire that might convert things.

I decide that I have waited long enough and dial her up. I noticed that I'm calling her FBI telephone set and not her personal earphone, which in my head was a adept sign.

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

"Yeah, everything is fine. I just wanted to get your schedule today so I can institute you your laptop and your wife's tower. We installed two programs to restrain any further nasty emails from appearing in your email box. We have also added a program that will move any bad emails to a personal file in which it will be sent to our IT team who will destroy,"she says to me. I smile now knowing that she isn't trying to bail from the foundation dinner.

"My schedule is that both Jill and I will be at the war hawk building downtown and will be leaving there about 3 pm to come up dwelling house and get set for an introduction dinner with two people whom I think will be a just fit for each other,"I say to her.

"Well, I'm gladiolus you feel that way. It's courteous to make love someone 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 display up at her front man door. She tries to object politely, but I won't hear of it and just tell her to be fix. She assures me that she will be waiting.

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

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

"pet, are you ready for tonight ?"I ask Jill.

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

"I picked Longhorn,"I tell her.

"What time will the limo seminal fluid to the house to get us ?"Jill asks.

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

As common, when we get to the war hawk, we park on the second story and take the crossover to the tower. Once inside the pillar, the security measures safeguard tells us good sunrise as we wait for the elevator. When the door opened, I felt Jill's hand squeeze my ass even though there are about a dozen citizenry on the elevator.

I just smile, not making a conniption. It was just Jill's way of teasing me. We ride the elevator to the top. When the doors open, I see factor Longmire standing there with two estimator. I walked over and picked up my laptop as I was thankful to see that piece of equipment come back into my biography. Jill took the former reckoner, the tower and carried it to her desk. I thanked Agent 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 worry, if all goes nicely, then she will maybe have person to chitchat to who also works all the insane minute. I put my laptop in my backpack pulling out the two videodisk that I made for Longmire. I gave them to her before she stepped onto the lift. From there I went to see Jennifer.

When I got to her desk, I pulled a chair from another desk over and sat adjacent to her.

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

"We are making procession. The old lady who was cleaning toilets has a company to count over now that is handling all the janitorial in the building for her. There is a new vendor who is pressure washing the bird of Jove so the exterior will possess the curb appealingness that you are looking for to match up with other construction in DC,"she tells me.

I'm well-chosen that she is making step at the various projects. I tell her that tomorrow Dakota and I will be heading to Seattle for a quick bout around visit. I go into Jill's power 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 upshot that need to be addressed. I may take another run to the Dallas market as there are still issues with the intact restaurant division there,"I tell her.

"testament these be on the Lapplander trip, or will you come plate first. I need to cognise if my beau can come up over,"she says smiling and giggling at me with her jest. I just smile and let her know that it will be two misstep and she should schedule him to make two visits. I know that she is working hard so I kiss her and leave the elbow room. I decide not to snog BJ, for no real 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 predict the local Jimmy whoremaster's and order sandwiches for everyone on the storey. She takes her phone and her assistant's notebook to take a shit the phone call. When it was done, she tells me that the nutrient will be here in about 35-40 minutes, which seems reasonable to me.

I decided that I should try out my laptop to see if the program that the FBI put on the laptop computer will slack the system down. Taking the computing device out of my backpack I open it and turn it on. It boots right up just like it normally does.

I log into the email portal and look at the massive identification number of email that I have. 1755 email. I guess not having my laptop allowed my email inbox to get overload. I started with the usual, looking for multiples of the Lapp. I put them all together and highlighted the remaining one to be read later.

I scanned through the listing and saw no more Mexican Drug cartel emails. In my mind, I was sure that we, along with the FBI have eliminated that entire group from their hiding situation, much like rope. I look at the TV projection screen on in the breakroom and see that the Mexican Drug Cartel shooting is still in the new Hz. Although I shouldn't be surprised, with that many bad guys dying it will delay in the news rhythm for several says.

I spend time working my way through the e-mail. When the sandwiches arrive, my darling Dakota joins me in my office. She ordered me a Republic of Turkey sandwich with lots of mayo and extra tomato. To my surprisal and delight, 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 mayo and surplus tomatoes.

I call several of the other employees into the larger conference way to sit and eat. I saw a match of people not joining in as they took their tiffin out of the breakroom fridge and sat at their desk to eat. That really bothered me, I want everyone to enjoy their lunch period. Since Sharon is across the table from me, I let her eff that no one should be working during their luncheon 60 minutes. She tells me that she will handle that and goes back to eating her sub.

Jill never left her group discussion elbow room ; however, she did ship BJ out to link up us in the big group discussion room. The senior peeress, commiseration replaced Danni at the movement desk. I was very gladiolus to see that happen.

I'm looking forward to the institution dinner party tonight, but having Fred contain us around made me finger good. I whispered in Dakota's ear to dial up the jet as she and I are taking a misstep to Seattle tomorrow. She tells me that after dejeuner that will be taken fear of, which made me smile.

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