Chapter Four : In between times

Monday

The alarm rang and Sally woke up, turned it off as fear seemed to wash over her and for a second gear she was not for sure why ; then it all came back to her, the violation, and the stranger every point of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the alarm, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he know what meter to set it for ?

Her mentation were all jumbled as she got up, trying to figure out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a robot in automatic mode, she went to the kitchen to lead off the coffee then went into the bathroom to consume a long shower. She used this time to believe, first of all she just wanted to do this all go away, wanted it to be a bad ambition. That was not possible it was real, there were aches and pains all over her body that told her in fact it was very real. The hot body of water flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the fuzz of course. Why wouldn't she ? He had to have left a bunch of fingerprints. She thought about his scourge to watch her every motility. 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 cascade a bit longer letting it cure the sore parts of her physical structure and offer a much needed solace for her mind. She finished and dried off and put on some loose comfy family dress, and walked into the kitchen, made her coffee berry 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 actor's assistant. 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 windowpane sill that made her calculate up, then her completely body went plastered, it was a blueish Dianthus caryophyllus in a vase on the windowsill with a Federal Reserve note attached. It seemed as if he was here in the room and not just a symbol of him. She felt off symmetricalness yet again, frightened. After a taking sometime she shook her head, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just neglect the note, not read it. Ah but what would that attain ?

Sally sat down in her chair 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 trash it all. She opened the electronic computer and looked for the near police post as well as the approximate to her work, she would not give him the satisfaction of reading his stupefied note ! She found the information and typed it into her sound. The totally sentence she had been sipping her deep brown, and struggling to not look at the note as if making eye physical contact with the flower was giving in to the man himself. In sentence, she gave up, she was curious after all ! She picked it up and took a oceanic abyss breathing time, turning the banker's bill over and reading what was written in a print that was very often like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

sortie, my love. Do not go to the cops, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would make our adjacent showdown that much more straining
than I intend it to be. You are just as lovely as I imagined and it has been a
pleasure to get to be intimate you. recall I will be back, and whenever you see
a ace blue carnation you will know that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

quip sat and stared at the bank bill shaking. Next encounter ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cop ? She should, of course. Pretending in a way that today was a normal day with just a small errand to run She got ready for work, walked to the bus stop, got on the bus, and got to work. She shoved the weekend out of her brain, but still had a hard time focusing on the task in front end of her if anyone had asked her how long it took or what she was wearing, she would not have been able-bodied to tell them or gestate on her end of any conversation beyond one word answers. luck for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If Sally had known he was watching her through field glasses the whole morning she would have been even more unnerved. He had a scene of her bedroom and the living room, the kitchen was out of his line of reasoning of lot however, so it was a good thing she spent a minimal amount of fourth dimension in it. He had watched her backwash up and read the lack of control, had seen her face when she had seen the carnation he had left for her. He had watched as curiosity and revulsion fought with each other over what to do with the flower. The looks, the pointed ignoring of the object by being busy on her figurer, the glances of interest, until finally the desire to know outweighed the hideous author and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to translate it. It was a gauge for him to see if she was more slavish or more stubborn. A obstinate women would own just tossed it, in that case he would either have to step up preparation or abandon it all together, but no she had chosen to say his wrangle, 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 plosive speech sound along the way to be sure she did not get off and go to the cop before work. He was pretty certain once at oeuvre she would stay till closing, but he wanted to be sure she would wait public treasury evening. He watched her enter the building from a close by parking spot and then drove off to his home to get to his business sector.

She was almost to work when she stopped took some deep breathing space and tried to train herself on acting convention. There was no one at work she was shut down enough with to share this with. There was no one she was close-fitting to now that she thought about it. She had a random sentiment wondering why she locked her front door if this stranger can still get in what difference does her locking it earn. She shook her head steadied herself and proceeded the short aloofness to work. Determined to be normal she looked at the receptionist.

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

"Umm Yeah sorry, Hi Laura, hey where did the flower come from ?"

"I don't know, it just showed up with instruction 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 rocky weekend."

"Oh I am okay, just did too very much and did not get enough rest. I will be better tomorrow I promise."Sally smiled and walked off to her booth, not for certain but felt like she must be 3 shades paler than normal. He really knew how to get to her !

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

Once at her desk her view flittered back to the blossom, she absently turned her computer on checked her emails, but she could not stop thinking : 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 upbeat grimace and see what the person on the other end wanted. The morning was spent on the various tasks and the required low lecture around the situation, a card was signed for a pale workfellow she barely knew, poor thing had Cancer. All the while her mind flittered back to what action if any she was going to film. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the fuzz seemed so bothersome. Then to make to put words to everything that happened was not the most likable thought at the moment.

She had dejeuner delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her book, but she had other things on her mind. Working it out she thought what would she state a friend if they were in this office and came for advice ? Why she would assert they got to the cops and would drive them there. This was no dissimilar. She had decided, she had to go to the bull after work, she could not live like this. She checked her sound to reassure herself that she had the entropy and decided she would go to the one closest to her star sign. She told the story in her point, and even wrote down a few key full stop she wanted to be sure to extend. She hated the thought 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 cleanser and arranged to meet them at sally's flat at 1pm to strip the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, mantle, put, beauty everything and in two hours. They were sending 4 people maybe more he was paying well.

His indorse order of byplay was to get data for this week's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure chat, and typed :

"Do you have the data requested ?"

He waited a bit, he knew the receptionist saw it right away and would then contact the person he needed to chit-chat with and that usually took a few transactions soon the response came back.

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

"Vaguly, Persian right ?"

"Yeah, he trusts you and wants you to bring his moment wife with the intellect that this is a bodyguard detail as well as bringing us the girl."

"Why is the escort important ? I need to know what I am getting into. You know that means arming the pilots and crew right ?"

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the bodyguard condition is this : Cyrus had a daughter who was married off and within a year his daughter died at the hands of her hubby. Cyrus found out that the same man was arranging a marriage within six months of his girl demise. He felt disrespected by such a little grieving stop and that the man was unfit to be a hubby. Cyrus the Younger found the folk of the young woman and offered a better arrangement. He wanted to keep open her out of the hands of his former son in law. Now the son in law is angry and threatening her, her family, and him so she is being sent out of the country. She is 15 and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

"So is she conjunctive or will she try to convince me to let her escape ?"

"Yes she is concerted, she knows she is coming to learn how to run a house and entertain node from different regions as an accomplish hostess as well as read and write Farsi and English, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will experience to have someone search her fountainhead. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be untrusting of you, but you handled his first married woman who was not so agreeable at the time that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could obliterate anything under it. He had been in Arabian land enough to recognize the departure between the niqab and the burka although few American English did, or bothered to. He texted the pilot light and told him to get a female crew member that could talk Persian fluently, and that this would be a bodyguard as well as transportation job. It was the pilots job to get the work party and inform them. It was a rolling crew, but a flight like this postulate four pilots and 8 bunch members. 2 fender and 4 crew penis would be come alive and working while the others rested at all prison term usually the teddy were 8-10 hours depending on the flight clip. No one flew wear down, tired meant mistakes. other than having two female crew member who could speak Farsi, the bunch would be picked from 20 people who worked with mike. If a crew 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, to a greater extent if it was a bodyguard office as this was.

If the flying was leaving from San Francisco the institute would have taken fear of all the organisation, but the bunch that flew out of Colorado was his obligation, paid for by the institute. Usually this crowd worked with him sometimes he loaned them out to other transportation experts that were living nearby, but he liked having the Same gang members rotated in and out and knowing who would be on board.

"O.K. I will leave alone tonight hopefully by 10 make for sure the papers are in parliamentary law at the airport, we will abide the required 24 hours for rest and separate Cyrus the Younger I will beak up his wife Thursday 10am local prison term. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Th local metre and we will lend a cab in unless you want person to pick her up."

"No a cab is fine.

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

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

His consulting business firm was on the up and up taxes wise. He was not trusted what the law would say about his"exaltation"byplay. He ensured the prophylactic and delivery of cleaning lady from their guardians to The Institute. These fair sex were all signed over to the institute by their home and/or Husbands for specific educational aim. Some of those were to learn how to serve up sexually and some were taught how to run a prominent household well so as to boost their marriage vista. It was an etiquette school on steroids. These young lady every movement was orchestrated usually. Some husbands wanted freaks and loose woman and sent their secondly or tertiary wives here to turn the household party favor. In increase there was an actual very good buck private pedagogy component which again was prescribed and approved by the female's guardians.

The school for boy was across the urban center and he had done some guarding of son being sent by their dominate spouse to learn how to serve them easily. Usually his services were required because the Master did not rely his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew place unaccompanied. The family were of all races, but it did fetch him to the eye E and Asiatic countries often.

mike was worried about his procession with quip. What if she suddenly got the spunk to go to the copper and he was halfway around the macrocosm. Sigh it was a risk he would experience to consume sort of. He called a blossom shop class and arranged for one blue Dianthus caryophyllus to be delivered to her every day at unlike times through Saturday at different places, her doorstop with no distinction no vase, outside the constabulary post on the ground, even left at her bus stop, random places to cause it appear he had his eye on her.

When it was fourth dimension he left to meet the cleaners at quip's flat, just in case she was successful in going to the cop he need it all cleaned he made sure the sheets were changed out with ones he had bought on the way and took all the bedding on the bed to a cleaners close by where she could pick them up. When he came back to supervise the cleaners and to add tv camera to the house. His vantage full stop was good at his little apartment, but had blind post and he wanted to be able to control in on her while he was gone.

After that he made arrangement and waited for sallying forth to get off so he could follow and see what happened.
sortie had decided to go to the fuzz and when the work day was done, there was no more than sign of blue flowers so she hopped on the bus resolute in her decision. She had picked the station that was closest to a bus full stop and also was the one closest to her theater. Determined that this was the correct choice she got off and proceeded to take the air the suddenly distance. She had convinced herself that he would give no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no ground. Once in the station the cops could take care of this rightfield ? There were fingerprints. There was grounds, this would put to work out.

She rounded the corner to the main entrance and started up the straw man step, when she saw it. A individual puritanical gillyflower with a note taped to it. She stopped dead in her path, No ! There was no way ! With shaky dance step she approached the carnation laying on the ground and picked it up and flipped it over to see the note. In the same handwriting it simply said :

Are you making a good determination, pet ?

sortie walked quickly back down the step with the Dianthus caryophyllus and bank bill in hand. She was on the threshold of tears, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her pass was screaming. She leaned against the construction and told herself to just take a breath, she threw the gillyflower down on the ground. When she got herself under control she started to think, he could have left that this morning, he knew where she lived, where the stuffy law post was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the police force could aid right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

wellspring there was only one way to determine out so Sally got her mettle up again and walked into the law station and asked to utter with someone, preferably a female cop. They asked her to fill out var., but she insisted on speaking to a lady cop first. The initiative cop seemed bothered but went to see who was available. The room access opened and Sally glanced back taking in the bike courier waking in. Her core skipped a metre and her breathing time 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 efflorescence on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to breathe. He Knew ! Sally mustered her courage.

"That is a pretty flower."She pulled it closer to her and smelled it looking at the batting order while she did so."The wheel messenger was uninterested, but quip saw what she needed to. The hand. 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 item, 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.

wisecrack knew she was in problem. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do ? Sally made her way home not really registering the walk back to the bus full 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 position logically and wondered what in world she could do. If he was watching her, and he seemed to be, then moving was out of the enquiry, he would just trace her. Entering her flat things seemed unlike. She looked around and there was a dark carnation in the support way with a note.

Sally, I took the autonomy of having the place cleaned professionally. You may clean up your old blanket and sheets at the cleaner indicated on the receipt tomorrow, in the meantime I have provided new ones for tonight. delight do behave yourself between now and then.

sallying forth was too timeworn mentally from the whole ordeal to even be mad, she made dinner and went to bed ahead of time and done in by all that had transpired.

microphone had in fact been watching the whole time. He saw sortie exit the law station the first time then participate it again. The bike messenger had been sitting by his car waiting instructions and when she went in the 2nd time. mike gave the bike messenger the note and prime and told him to get a signature and to put the vase down close to the girl with the add-in facing her. He had wanted there to be no doubt in her mind who the blossom was from. He was disappointed his kickoff message had not hit home, he thought that the low one would be enough. The messenger reported what had happened and got paid for his time and a courteous tip, mike was relieved she had not talked to the cops, even though he had taken care of the hypothesis. It was disappointing to him that the messenger was needed at all. He was not surprised, just determined that the lessons he taught would be learned. He needed to stag for his succeeding visit and program it out. He had planned on stretching the training out, but he thought maybe he needed to travel rapidly up his plans.

Today was Monday, find fault up was on Th, and they needed 24 hr between landing and flying again so they would depart Tonight, fly into wed., sleep, pick up cargo Thursday, fly home, deliver cargo, home, rest. Depending on how weary he was on Sat he may look in on her without her knowledge. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a calendar month off to spend with Sally. They had former transportation experts, but he had a certain repute with the more unmanageable ones, they always came into the institute meek and placidity after 24 hours with Mike. It made the Institute's job easier.

The flight over was uneventful, and Mike checked on Sally through the tv camera he had set up. There were several multiplication he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough time for that. Traveling had become a task, it could be exhausting, but he did care the different life-style. During his arrest he went and walked around taking in some topical anaesthetic situation, but mostly sleep and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the appointed fourth dimension a Mercedes drove into the hanger with. Mike wondered absently if it was bullet trial impression which seemed to be the new thing with this class of client. The driver got out and opened the threshold behind his and the guest emerged. As he walked toward Mike the number one wood was going around to the other side. The married man seemed protective of his bearing seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between mike's melodic phrase of sight and the young charge he had yet to see.

"how-do-you-do, I am Badi ,. I am grateful you will be accompanying my endearing wife. I do ask that you please be careful. The man who wanted her, is very angry, I do not love what he will do."

"We will do our best to keep her safe, and lend her back to you an educated and all-round woman."

"Yes of trend, she will not get any problem but there is one thing."

"What is that ?"Mike was getting mentally ready, the ace who told him it would be easy, their cleaning lady were cooperative always caused suspicion 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 cognizant 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 base, but she is still untrusting. Any sudden touching and she will probably cry."

"Ah thanks for the heads up. She will be fine. Mike motioned over the female person crew member who was also Farsi. He had her wait for his signal by the sheet as business concern was done by the males first then the females came when called.

"Siva here will be with your untested St. Bridget, she will search her, and when we circuit board it will be her and Azar who will lean to her. Both little girl are Persian, and know Persian, and have been trained at the institute so they will be capable to answer questions."

Badi seemed please at this additional arrangement, there was a reason he asked for Mike, he had heard stories of the other transporters, microphone was all line of work. He waved his deal without turning around. Quickly the kid and the driver appeared at his side of meat.

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

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

The women introduced herself to both in their speech and took the handwriting of the young lady. The two went off to the slope and Varisha checked her for weapon then they boarded the plane. microphone hung back with the married man to allow the ladies time to get settled and to answer any last minute interrogative. After adieu were said Badi singled the driver. Swiftly the door to the hinder seat opened and Badi climbed in.

On the plane mike let Qamar sit in a different division of the plane so he did not make her so uneasy, she seemed fix to make off if he looked at her, so he wanted her to relax. He left Order that only female extremity of the crowd were to approach her and to make sure she slept, slipping her a drug if necessary.

She was obviously senior high strung. As it turned out once Mike left her solo and all the men disappeared she seemed to relax and even talk to the cleaning woman a bit, soon drifting off to sleep. Again he checked on sally when the time changes were discipline and she had not really done anything since Monday. He knew her carnations were getting to her, because he would see them in the chicken feed that was good she had to be thinking about him then.

The flight was smooth and getting through airport surety was easy since everything had been sent on ahead and checked so they just verified the ID's and processed the pass. In the cab on the way to The Institute Qamar was nervous, but not obnoxious. microphone wanted to calm her drink down, but figured there was not much he could do being a male, and given her upbringing so he left her alone and the trip from the aerodrome was very calm. He texted the Institute to let them sleep together they were on their way.

Once inside the teachers came out and took Qumar to her new elbow room, which was bound to be very gilded given her house and Mike sought out an instructor friend.

The instructor had a separate wing 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 manner of speaking ?"

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

"Hey I get paid for being a mongrel and fucking charwoman, it's a good life."Oren laughed

microphone 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 project coming up, a customs duty job for me. I just taught her some basics, but she needs more than clock time. Besides her cellar suite is not done being built yet."

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

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

"Man Mike we used to share them all."

"Yeah call me sentimental."

"I need to not be disturbed next weekend is that possible ? I was going to wait another week, but she did not behave."

"Why not broadcast her here ? We can get her obedient in no fourth dimension while your cellar is being built."

"Oren, I like the mind games I like watching them struggle with their new reality and coming to terms with it in one frustration after another, that I am their new human beings. I want my own limited touch, my friend and I don't want anyone else touching her trough I say."

"Poor miss, your spot is rough."

"Ah she will be double-dyed once I get her under control."

"I have a girl that could use your singular natural endowment on the unwilling if you want to get off."

"Not this prison term, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to outfit myself with some new aim I saw in the store and then hop a planing machine household, I got ta tab on my projection. ``

"All right, well maybe succeeding time."Oren missed training girls with Mike. They made a commodity tag team.

Mike spent time at the store going over the severity of Sally's proceedings and picking out just the right wing methods of penalisation. By the time he was done he was excited about the adjacent weekend with his project.

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

Once at his radix of operations, Mike slept, checked on sally, she was asleep, but her bedroom light was on….nightmares perhaps ? microphone knew that was probably true, but wished there was another way to get inside a person's head. They seemed to always feature nightmares. On the way from the airport he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few carnation here and there in the apartment just to make sure she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a fourth dimension for atonement. He was going to learn her who was in charge on Friday. Mike went shopping for food and other betting odds and ends to prepare certainly he was ready .