The Chauffeur ( # 43 ) Fighting Back

BY PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Waking up with a reinvigorated Jill was a delightful way to open my heart. For the initiative tie in a long spell, Dakota did not sleep in my bed. I got up and headed towards the lavatory for my good morning rite. 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 clothes to maneuver towards the hawk today as my 24 hours of staying at the Chateau is now over.

I unplug my phone, grab my wallet and paint and a pair of shoes and sock. I quietly leave the bedroom and psyche towards the kitchen. Once I'm in the kitchen, Dakota and trick are already there. John, of course of action, is eating a trough of cereal. Dakota, my darling, is sitting quietly having a cup of chocolate.

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

Both Saint John and Dakota are dressed for workplace. Slowly, mass file out into the kitchen area. I hear what sounds like rain. I look out the front line windows and see that it is pouring tough. I think to myself ; do I head to shape today or stay here at the Chateau ? My judgement leans towards heading to the Hawk.

Over the next half hr or so, the great unwashed come out to the kitchen. Bobby and Sammy offer them breakfast. virtually of them take the go. I check the time and head back down to the bedchamber to cause for sure she is wake up and beginning to get set for body of work. When I open the bedroom door, there sits my gorgeous married woman doing her hair at her makeup table. I sneak up behind her and kiss her from behind. She moans as I put my arms around her from behind.

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

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

"Hey guys, could we have a nice pork roast for dinner party tonight ? Maybe fresh made mashed potatoes and either some carrot or green noggin along with one of your pleasant-tasting Caesar salads. Is that potential ?"I ask.

"No Jacques Louis David, we don't make anything like that. Maybe we will have some Burger from Red Old World 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 puddle surely that we are rotating a couple of the citizenry from the Hawk to ensure that Danni gets a lunchtime.

Noticing the fourth dimension once again, I suggest that we should lead off heading towards the vehicles in the garage and private road to sour. Paula and Donna both get into their vehicle. John unlocks the garage threshold by removing the carabiners from the track.

Dakota, Sharon, and I get into Dakota's BMW. can, Jennifer, and Diane all get into King John's truck. Jill, BJ, and Danni all get into Jill's Mercedes. All five vehicles leave the service department and base on balls through the look gate to channelise towards work.

We are all driving carefully as we haven't had hard rainwater in quite a piece. In fact, it probably has been 6 or 7 weeks since we have had any rain at all. When we get to the Hawk, we all find a parking spot on the second floor. Once parked, we walk across the walk into the building. We all say hello/good morning to the security system guard and get on the elevator to head up to the top floor.

Once I am there, we all get off the elevator. Sharon, Danni, Jennifer, and Diane all head to their desks. I head to my own desk as well. Jill and BJ head into one of the conference rooms to have room to overspread out their paperwork. We all begin to dig into our jobs. I open my computing machine to check the work emails once again. As I scan the emails, I don't see any threatening electronic mail this clip. I check with Jill and she doesn't have any untrusting email either.

I begin my common sorting of emails. I scan them and find one from Rob, the IT guy. He discusses thing that his mathematical group think pauperization to be addressed regarding our computing machine system. He suggests that we put some new server into play. He also suggests that we upgrade directly from Microsoft the security programs to protect our troupe. His business hypnotism make a whole lot of signified and I give him the go-ahead to make the modification. However, I ask if we should keep his group on staff, so he isn't overloaded with projects. I figure that I'll get a answer either later today or tomorrow.

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

As I get back to my desk, I see the clock on my electronic computer tell me that it is nearly 11 am. I think to myself that we probably need to lodge tiffin to be delivered since it is still raining. As I'm looking over the eating house card's online, Danni comes to my business office doorway and tells me that there is someone here who would like to speak to me. I get up and follow her back to the reception expanse. As I approach the arena, I see a Los Angeles Policeman.

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

"Yes, sir. I'm Officer James Hank 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 fuck that he needs only me and not any of my assistants. 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 policeman Williams. She assures me that she will let both of them know.

military officer Tennessee Williams and I head down to the second floor. We take the crossing over to the parking service department. I say hello again to the certificate safety device as we head over to the garage. Once I'm in the garage, I see his squad car. He unlocks it and we both get into the front seat. He turns his computer on its position and slides it down towards the level. I strap into the seatbelt and off we head.

"Officer Hiram Williams, where are we headed ?"I ask.

"To a crime scene Mr. Greene. Your presence is requested by our detective,"he tells me. I'm at a total personnel casualty. However, as we head across town, the letter that I passed along to Agent Longmire comes to my mind. Did the Mexican Drug Cartel get to someone that I know ? I'm not surely whom it might be as everyone was accounted for shoemaker's last Nox. As we turn the street corner, I know who it is. He parks in front end of the planetary house. We both get out and point up to the front threshold. I meet Detective James. He tells me that he requested me to come to this crime setting.

police detective James I carefully takes me inside the family. I take a couple of steps inside and block up. The aliveness room is covered with descent everywhere. There is rake nebulizer on the far wall, there is blood on the living room couch and all over the coffee table with a large pool of rip at the foot of the person 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 sheet,"the detective says to me.

He takes a street corner of the sheet and pulls it back. I'm stunned, so much so, I head outside to vomit up my guts out. I lean over the railing on the movement step to cat into the planter next to the strawman steps.

tec Williams stands behind me watching me spue my guts out. I have never seen anything so violent ever before in my intact life."This is an old lady friend who left my house yesterday. We had a fight. I asked her to leave. My help called a cab to bring her nursing home. Are there any witnesses ?"I ask.

"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, do you have it off who this is ?"he asks me.

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

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

"investigator, have you been in contact with factor Longmire of the FBI ? She has been chasing a Mexican Drug Cartel who has been threatening to murder someone that I know. I gave her a DVD of my house for the past 24 hours yesterday. I also gave her a varsity letter that I received threatening to do this,"I tell him. He pulls out his little notepad and begins to make notes. He asks me for contact entropy for factor Longmire. I call up her contact info on my cell phone and hand the phone to the detective.

"Thank you, Mr. Greene. I need you to rest around for a few minutes. I have a few questions for you,"he tells me.

I sit down on the forepart footstep. My belly is still genuine queasy. I don't have sex how much metre has passed before another police vehicle arrives. Patrick gets out of the car and plosive. He knows the house as well and doesn't take a gradation towards the house. He, instead just stands leaning against the police fomite. I look at him, trying my easily not to cry as my chief keeps flashing back to the violence that I saw inside.

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

"Is it first light ?"he asks.

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

We both just sit on the gradation staring out to the street and the number of police automobile that are parked there. I see a news show van extract up and get out with a cameraman and a newsperson. The uniformed constabulary stop them at the street and get answering their interrogative. I see the cameraman do a sweep of the front of the house. I bow my header and seem down at the reason. Patrick gets up and heads towards the word newsman asking them to break taking pictures of his Quaker who was murdered. The reporter tried to ask respective questions only for Patrick to ferment and take the air away from them.

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

"I received a letter yesterday threatening my chemical group that someone I know will be murdered. I never in my waste dreams believed it would be Aurora,"I tell him

"David, you're not to blame. Whoever did this is the someone to blame,"he tells me. I'm quite impress that he is so unagitated, but then again, he hasn't seen the interior and the atrocious way things are.

The police detective spends another couple of hours asking both Patrick and me questions. We answered all of his doubtfulness. However, before the Detective let us go, Agent Longmire showed up. She spent various minute of arc chatting with the detective. Once they finished their conversation, she came over to see me and Patrick.

"St. Patrick, this is factor Longmire. federal agent, this is Patrick. This is the person that I was asking both of you to add up with my wife and me to dinner,"I tell both.

"Mr. Patrick, I'm sorry that we met under these luck. Also, I'm sorry for your personnel casualty,"she tells him. She flips open her notepad and begins asking me questions. I, of course of study, want her to find these scum-bags and convey them out of the picture. She keeps her calm but continues to ask me questions. Once she is finished asking question, 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 point where the Police picked us up. She dropped off Patrick first, then took me back to the Hawk. I asked if she could join me for luncheon, she agreed. I directed her to the nice Italian post that Fred introduced us to.

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

He sat us at a table and brought over the common hoop of garlic sugar."St. David, how did you know that I love garlic bread ?"the Agent asks me.

"Um, I didn't. They have corking garlic bread here and the owner brings a basket of it over to my mesa all the time,"I tell her.

We had a nice repast. Agent Longmire ordered Chicken Parmesan on a bed of spaghetti attic. I offered to order her a glass of Chianti, but she declined saying that she was working. She ordered a drinking glass of dieting blow instead. I ordered my usual, spaghetti with meat sauce and a match of meatballs. We sat and had a delicious lunch. When it was all over, I paid the lunch bill, but Agent Longmire tried to snap up the bill, but I was just a touch quicker. This caused both of us to express mirth 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 get wind that such a violent act did not dissuade her from wanting to go out with Patrick.

As we finished our meal, we headed towards the front threshold to leave. Oddly decent, federal agent Longmire clutched my human elbow as we left. This made me feel much better about her.

It was about 20 transactions to get me back to the war hawk. She dropped me off at the presence door, street floor and wished me a salutary repose 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. Several of the ladies, such as Jennifer and Sharon were shocked by the news.

I went inside of the conference way 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 reckoner reading the ‘ read-only'emails and deleting them as they are read.

CHAPTER 2

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

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

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

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

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

"jemmy St. John the Apostle's sandwiches. We also ordered a couple of salads but virtually everyone ordered a sub. Why, what did you have for dejeuner ?"she asked me.

"Agent Longmire and I went to Fred's Italian eatery,"I tell her.

"Agent Longmire, eh ? Should we gestate her to show up at the business firm tonight for some playtime ?"Dakota asks but is smiling the wholly time.

"No smarty-pants. We just had dejeuner. However, I saw something that caused me to puke my intestine out. The Mexican Drug combine got to Aurora. They murdered her very violently. There was parentage everywhere. I've never seen so a great deal profligate in my total liveliness. It was horrible,"I say to her. She knows that I'm quite rattled about dawning. She doesn't say a word, she just stands there next to me, holding my deal. When the elevator door dings and opens we both step on and rally it down to the 2nd floor.

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

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

I text Amy asking her if the chefs made the porc roast that I asked for this sunrise. She told me that Red Robin burgers 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 crazy weather. Clearly, masses had forgotten how to drive in the pelting as we had several mass run traffic lights and slide into the crossway. Which caused me to tighten my seatbelt.

All I could recall about was the horrible view of dayspring's body underneath that mainsheet. What I remember seeing was her throat cut from ear to ear. respective stab wounds and a bullet hole in her os frontale with the rakehell covering her face. It just kept haunting me.

In my pass, I couldn't think of how to fix whoever did this pay. When we pull into the courtyard, I begin to excogitate a program on fighting back against our ‘ friends'the Mexican Drug combine.

As Dakota pulls into the garage, I see John'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 response from BJ that they are about 5 minutes away. As we pull into the garage, I just sit in the battlefront seat thinking about sunup. I want to defend back, but I'm not sure just how to approach it. Dakota puts her hand on my go away human 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 morning. Let the press push the police and the detective to verbalize to Aurora's death. As I hear the service department 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 doorway to the house and wait for Jill to join me.

Once we are all gathered in the service department, I hold the threshold 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 party will be make in about 15 hour, so if I wanted to take a quick shower bath, I had enough clock time to do so. I think about it for a moment but decide not to go take a shower bath.

My sound bombination. It's Agent Longmire.

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

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

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

"How about tomorrow night, both Saint Patrick and I seem to receive an porta on our docket. Where should we see you and your wife ?"she asks.

"At your front door,"I tell her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"OK, everyone, may I have your attending for just a mates of mo. John, will you please go get the pocket billiards house radical ?"I ask.

John gets up and fountainhead out to the pool menage. He knocks on the door and brings them into the family. They come inside and pass water themselves a dinner plate. I send Dakota to get Mom and Fred.

When they come out to the dining way, I decide that I need to let everyone have sex what happened today.

"I need to recount everyone what the police picked me up for today. They took me to Aurora's house. I found her murdered. Her throat was slit from ear to ear. She had multiple stab wounds all over her body plus she had one one gunfire wound in the center of her forehead. There was blood everywhere. I have never seen such a gruesome situation. It made me go extraneous and puke my guts out. I now know whom they went after, somebody that I mistakenly kicked out of our house yesterday,"

"What do we do then ?"Jennifer asks.

"I don't know. But I do have intercourse that we need to watch each other's cover. If you have a carry Trachinotus falcatus, delight outwear your weapon. If you don't have a carry permit, then please stay with someone who does have one. I don't want anyone here hurt, am I clear about this ?"I ask.

I hear various yeses. I care for all my group and haven't decided how to fight down back. This drug corporate trust needs an ass-kicking. I decide to put a call into Special agentive role Fernandez.

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

"Jose, I want to spite them. I want to occupy the scrap to these knucklehead. They murdered someone and did it in a ugly fashion. How do I take the battle to them ?"I ask.

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

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

"Then here's what we're going to do. I have it on good information, that we know where their briny hideout is located. They also have about a dozen minor situation that they blood weapons and citizenry to fight. Care to go after them ?"Fernandez asks me.

"Abso-fucking-lutely Now it's prison term to take the engagement to them,"I say to Fernandez.

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

I tap John, Dakota, Jill, Donna, and both the CG boys. I tell the boys to get their rifles, as they will be helping us take down some of the Mexican Drug trust. I explain that they will be taking key status to deliver the vertebral column of the group. I explain that they need to make for lots of their .50 caliber ammunition. They should also bring their scopes. I expect them to occupy a position that is high and able to bruise them when we are attacked, which we will be.

I put tactical singlet on the rest of the others. Everyone going has multiple ammunition magazine. Just as expected, Fernandez shows up with a large black Chevy Suburban. John follows with his truck and both CG boys. We drive across Town and meet up with about 40 FBI federal agent. I pick out a rooftop and institutionalize the CG boys to the rooftop to hold a sniper's position.

As they climb the outside blade fervency run, they reach the rooftop in just a couple of arcminute. They focus their scopes and lay out several clips of ammo. They text that they are ready to do some damage.

Saint John and Donna aim a posture at their side of meat entry. Jill, Dakota and I take a position at their social movement door. About 20 agentive role are with us at the front door, another 10 agents are with John at the side door, and the rest of the agents along with agent Longmire drive a stance at the hinder door. peculiar federal agent Fernandez calls on his headset.

"We go in 3-2-1…attack,"he gives the statement to assail 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 straw man door and begin shooting everyone that I see inside, along with the 20 or so federal agent that enter with me. Dakota takes a justificative position outside so if any stool pigeon past us she will ingest them down.

several agentive role kick in the punt door. draw of gunfire there, a duad of factor go down. Jill works her way to the factor coming through the support door. She is firing at everything that moves that is not in tactical cogwheel. 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 door with me are taking drug combine members out with preciseness. I'm sure that the gunplay can be heard in the neck of the woods. I have hit and killed 9 cartel members all of whom were firing at myself and the FBI agents. No one was unarmed that we shot at.

The hale cognitive operation takes about 20 minutes. We have shot and killed nearly 50 drug trust 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 the Evangelist said he killed 5 drug cartel cat. Jill took 4 down, killing all four. Dakota got the only one that snuck out the side door. He took a nip at her and she put a cycle between his eyes. Donna says she only got 3 drug cartel guys, but she said that the factor around her took down about a 12 guys, making them idle, not wounded.

There is a car full of cartel penis trying to break loose. Both CG male child take several guess at them and take out all 5 Guy in the car, causing the car to barge in into a construction 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 investigation agentive role to audience the other factor. Longmire and Fernandez tell me that I need to take in my masses out of here as they violated a big FBI prescript. I gather out my hoi polloi and off we go. We are all full of adrenaline on the drive domicile. I do the math in my principal, John 5, Jill 4, Donna 3, Dakota 1, and I got 9. The CG boys got 5. My math counts a amount of 27. Fernandez said before we left that they did a quick count and it seems as if all told 53 combine penis have been shot and killed. No combine penis is still live, they all have been killed.

"Jill, text someone back at the menage, let them make love we are all fine and no one got hit,"I tell her. She grabs her phone and texts the house.

"They tell us, we are harebrained, but everyone is happy that we took it to them,"Jill tells all of us in King John's hand truck. We drive home, all of us are amped up on the epinephrine from shooting the cartel members. Donna tells us that she hasn't shot anyone since her twenty-four hours in the Marines. However, she is gladiola that we have hit them where they were hiding. Longmire and Fernandez may have invited us, but I am quite surely that they weren't expecting us to take away out 27 cartel fellow member out of the 53 Fernandez said were killed. In my headland, I did some quick math and figured that it was just above 53 % of my group shooting and killing cartel. Now, I wanted to look at 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 base that we are to clean our weapons and reload the ammo clips.

As lavatory pulls into the courtyard, I am so gallant of my grouping. None of them let themselves get barb and all of them took out Drug Cartel phallus. John parks his truck into the garage and everyone piles out of the truck. We're all chatty about the effect.

CHAPTER 3

When we were all inside, Sammy had a serial publication of sweet prepared for all of us. He had another of his mythological chocolate cakes. He had a Daucus carota sativa cake with cream high mallow frosting, and he had about 5 dozen chocolate chip cookies. John took a cut of cultivated carrot cake and about 6 cookie. 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 uneasy about him going on the approach on the drug trust. He smiled and told her that he did it to ca-ca her safe, she just put her arm around him and held onto her guy.

I can tell that the raid on the drug cartel has gotten Donna all amped up….and horny. I see her whispering to Jill ; I'm dead reckoning I know what the rustling is all about. The two CG boy immediately went out to the syndicate household after they stored their rifles in the gun safe. They felt adept taking out the bad Guy. I can only infer that if there is trouble, it will come from them taking out the careful of combine members with their .50 caliber rifle shots. Maybe there will be an post-mortem examination, maybe not. Let's Leslie Townes Hope for not.

Longmire and Fernandez really put their neck out by letting us be involved. I need to think of a way to thank them that won't get them into hassle. Before we left, I thanked the agentive role that kicked in the front threshold with me for watching my spinal column during the firefight. Up until then, I had only imagined of ever being in a gunplay, and now, I've been in one and the epinephrin rush is incredible.

As I suggested, everyone is cleaning their weapon, except for the two CG son. They're busy getting laid over at the pocket billiards house, or at to the lowest degree that's what I was thinking was going on. Young guy wire, porn star girlfriends, plus a large chested roomy that is well known in the pornography industry as a great cock sucking person, what could Fred's two nephews ask for any skillful ?

Donna is overly gabby. She is talking to Jennifer about a mile a second. Jennifer is just smiling and letting her run with the conversation. When Donna finally did hold on talking, Jennifer excused herself and went over to privy. She put her arms around him and told him that she was a nervous wreck the whole prison term he was gone. Her and Diane sat together and worried. john told her it was the most incredible thing he had ever done and that I had his back. She didn't need to know that I was on a completely different side of meat of the house from him. Truth be told, it was the FBI agent that had his back, not me.

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

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

"It's just how I process killing mortal and I killed 4 people today. I haven't jibe ad killed that many citizenry since my days in the marine. However, unlike the military days, I shot from closeup. None of my injection were at someone that was no more than 8-10 feet away from me. In the war machine, I was shooting my weapon at people that were usually about 100-200 feet away. Not the case today. Let me just process the case,"Jill tells me. I kiss her on the impudence and let her just sit and strip her firearm.

I see no one in the TV room, so I head in there and turn on the TV to find out an activeness video. I select the movie ‘ Bad male child'with testament Adam Smith and Steve Martin Sir Thomas Lawrence. Something in my wit William Tell me that the character that Tea Leone plays isn't really acting, it's more like how she really is in life story. As I'm watching the movie, Sammy comes over with a big roll of Zea mays everta. I take a handful and set out eating. My mentality is loving this Zea mays everta. It has real melted butter, not some powdered butter flavoring nor butter flavored oil ( like at the movie field of operations ). He also brings out a bowl of cinnamon sugar popcorn. This one I really liked and took control of that bowl.

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

I sat there staring at the TV but was thinking about how lucky 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 have gotten my family in serious bother today. I need to settle down and stop thinking and acting impulsively. This could have turned out much sorry than it did.

The shooting made the nightly news program. According to the news, there was a total of 40 drug combine members killed as FBI broker 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 petty missy, Dakota stuffing her face wax of my Ceylon cinnamon tree sugar popcorn. She was giggling at me being off in the length while she pilfered my popcorn.

I pulled her into me and began to tickle her. That made her squeal with laugh. It's always dainty to see her smiling and laugh. She's as strong-armer as nails and anticipated my want and wants like no one that I have ever encountered. Jill is the exact inverse. She is also tough as nails, but she is much more quantify in her ways.

Once Dakota and I settled down and I quit tickling her, Donna put her promontory on my shoulder. I can severalize that Donna needs some forcible attention. I put my fingers underneath her chin and pick her head up to snog me. She ends up putting both branch around my neck 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 system 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 step into the shower bath. I just stood there looking at her beautiful eubstance underneath the water. It was beautiful to watch the water cascading down her dead body, over her grand white meat, down her level abdomen, and into the valley of joy known as her pussy.

She turns and summons me with that one finger that woman use to summon you silently. I kick off my brake shoe, shed my wearing apparel and footmark into the shower bath with her. She comes over to me and puts her coat of arms around my cervix and deplume me into her, tightly. We had wonderful passionate sex for nearly an hour in the shower bath. 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 sleep together womanhood, who is a sultry wight. When we are done drying each other off, she wraps a towel around her and leaves the bedroom. I, as usual, put a couple of shorts on and my common Elwyn Brooks White tee shirt. I sat on the sleep bed for a few minutes thinking about the events of the day and how it affected everyone. John and Donna are all amped up. Jill pensively cleaning her artillery. 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 ace girlfriend and Belinda.

My nous again thinks about Aurora. How did they get to her ? Did they just come to the door and onrush when she opened it ? Did we kill the individual or persons who murdered Aurora ? Are there more out there hiding ? Should I go on to worry about something happening to one of the sign of the zodiac members ? The questions swirl around in my head.

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

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

Again, as I go back into the kitchen, three heavy hombre come to the gate once again. They ring the doorbell. I answer,"Hello,"I say.

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

"I'm sorry. Mr. Graham Greene is not usable right now. please feel free to leave the parcel at the logic gate and somebody will add up out to get it,"I say into the speaker.

"When will Mr. Henry Graham Greene be usable as this is the s fourth dimension, we have attempted to deport this package,"the Russian sounding man said.

Like I said a few arcminute ago, Mr. Greene is very busy. If you want to forget him the parcel, then fine we'll come out to get it. Otherwise, you'll have to accept one of his assistants to sign for the bundle,"I tell the man.

I get no reaction, but on the security measure photographic camera, I see him shrug his shoulders with mortal else taking the box from the man that spoke. They walk back down the service route. Apparently, they must sustain used Google mathematical function to find that we have a service route leading to the front gate.

I texted Fernandez that we were visited by our Russian champion again. I made a DVD for whoever will add up to pick it up. Making the DVDs made me suppose about Patrick, see what we saw may make him not want to go on the engagement with Longmire. I decided to yell Patrick.

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

"Um, I guess I'm doing OK. I had to put an ad in the newspaper for a refilling for Aurora. I mean, she was an unbelievable pain in the ass, but when she turned on the charm, she could beguile the socks right off you, but you already know that. You and she dated for a patch. May I ask how retentive you dated and how yearn ago ?"St. Patrick asks.

"wellspring, we dated respective age ago, before I married my first off married woman. Funny affair, we only dated about a month or two, we were witching in bed, but we were oil and water living together. She and I didn't mix outside of the bedroom,"I tell him.

"I can see that. We dated for about 5 week. I couldn't take her always complaining about how many time of day I work. I mean, I own this business and I certainly don't want it to bomb because I'm whoring around,"St. Patrick tells me.

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

"Yeah, it form of speech sound like we are versions of each other. What does she do for a living that she works so many hour ? Does she own her own business sector as well ?"St. 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 record. Law enforcement you say ? That's interesting,"he says.

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

"Hey, I need your savoir-faire. I'm sending a car to break up you up. After what we just went through, I don't want you to have to vex about taking yourself to dinner. Since I own a limousine companionship, just let me broadcast a car to pick you up. Sound good ?"I ask.

"Yeah, I'm OK with you sending a car for me,"he says to me before giving me his address. I notice that the savoir-faire is in a nicer character of LA. It 's not Beverly Hills, but still a nice character of LA. Now, I must win over Longmire to hand me her home address for this to work. In my head word, I thought about how today went and maybe, just maybe Longmire will entrust me adequate to part with her home address.

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

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

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

"To get your address. I'm sending a car to pluck you up tomorrow night. No backing out of our deal,"I say to her. I get an unusually long pause before she finally agrees to give me her home address.

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

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

"Well, I decided on Longhorn Steakhouse. It's a very relaxed air, plus I love their food. This guy you're going to be introduced to owns a home cleaning service. He's always working trying to shit sure that his customers are taken care of properly. Like you, he is working all the time. Maybe, if you two hit it off tomorrow nighttime you can have got a late-night engagement. 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 wipe out thing you women like to do when meeting soul. I expect you to eat a regular meal,"I tell her.

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

I asked Dakota to dial up Negro Car limo and send a stretch limo to 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 first light. I decided that the limo needs to come here first to beak up Jill and me, then Patrick, and finally Heidi.

I saw Dakota still watching a movie on the lounge in the TV room. In my drumhead, if we Jill and I were going to the war hawk, then we would need to leave about 3:00 pm to get family in time to shower and change, then get into the limo and head to their houses. Of course of study, in my school principal, I wondered if we should pick up Heidi first and thus not showing her reference to somebody she has not checked out. It just made Sir Thomas More sentience to me to nibble her up first then Patrick.

Jill was out in the TV room, but she was sitting in the reclining electric chair, not really participating with anyone. Sammy had brought a bowl of Zea mays everta, but she only had a couplet of bite out of it. She just set it down on the little side table next to the chair.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up in the forenoon, I found Jill snoring succeeding to me and a small little creature all snuggled up, ass first into me. I could recite just by the smell of the body that it was Dakota.

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

When I'm done, I turn off that wonderful hot water supply 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 clothes skid. However, right now I'm heading to the war hawk, for work.

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

I shook Jill gently and woke up a grumpy Jill. So far, it seemed as if the normal Jill was back as she hates being woke up. Dakota is easy, give her a little shiver and she pops her eyes assailable and gets her day going with a vauntingly cup of coffee.

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

"Good good morning Darling River,"Jill says to me. I was happy to see her say those words.

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

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

"You mean the 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 squeamish span of jeans and a white blouse along with a pair of low bounder. For work, she chooses a courteous skirt along with a colorful blouse. I just smile at what I see. When she hears the water change by reversal 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 footling eubstance, flips the dorsum of the towel up to flash me her precious ass. I just smile. As she leaves the bedroom, I still haven't figured out what to get her for Christmas Day. The holiday is only about 10 days away and I need to spend some time going shopping, however, the two dame that I love the most I have absolutely no idea what to get either of them.

I see various phone bursting charge dangling on the dresser and another one on Jill's makeup table. I grab my phone off the battery charger along with my pocketbook and paint and head out to the kitchen. I get there before Dakota, so I turn on the coffee pot.

lavatory is already there eating a bowl of grain. I see both Jennifer and Diane all dressed for work. I have it in my head to check on Jennifer's progression in solving some of the issues that we had discussed a few days ago.

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

She poured me a glass of my pineapple juice and put it in strawman of me. I watched her eat the fried egg sandwich and imbibe a cup of burnt umber. When she was done, she tossed her paper dental plate into the trash, kissed me again and headed out.

I see that I missed a telephone call from federal agent Longmire. I decided that it was too early to call her back, so I set an alarm on my speech sound to remind me to send for her in a short while.

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

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

I was happy to listen everything was all set up. What concerned me was the telephone outcry from Longmire that might change things.

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

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

"Yeah, everything is fine. I just wanted to get your docket today so I can bring you your laptop and your wife's tug. We installed two curriculum to keep open any far nasty emails from appearing in your e-mail box. We have also added a program that will move any bad e-mail to a personal file cabinet in which it will be sent to our IT squad who will destroy,"she says to me. I smile now knowing that she isn't trying to bail from the instauration dinner.

"My schedule is that both Jill and I will be at the Hawk building business district and will be leaving there about 3 pm to total home and get ready for an introduction dinner with two people whom I think will be a ripe fit for each former,"I say to her.

"well, I'm glad you feel that way. It's gracious to know 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 require to see a limousine appearance up at her movement door. She tries to object politely, but I won't hear of it and just tell her to be ready. She assures me that she will be waiting.

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

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

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

"Well, variety of. I certainly could use the night to still be working on the stock project, but I guess one nighttime won't be all that bad, plus you picked a good eatery, right ?"She asks.

"I picked longhorn,"I tell her.

"What prison term will the limo ejaculate to the house to get us ?"Jill asks.

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

As common, when we get to the Hawk, we park on the second floor and rent the crossing over to the tugboat. Once inside the tower, the surety guard tells us good morning as we wait for the elevator. When the doors opened, I felt Jill's hand squeeze my ass even though there are about a dozen people on the elevator.

I just smile, not making a tantrum. It was just Jill's way of teasing me. We ride the lift to the top. When the doors open, I see agentive role Longmire standing there with two estimator. I walked over and picked up my laptop computer as I was thankful to see that patch of equipment come back into my life. Jill took the other electronic computer, the tugboat 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 unquiet about meeting this guy. I told her not to worry, if all goes nicely, then she will maybe have mortal to chat to who also works all the insane hours. I put my laptop in my backpack pulling out the two DVD that I made for Longmire. I gave them to her before she stepped onto the elevator. From there I went to see Jennifer.

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

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

"We are making progression. The old lady who was cleaning toilets has a company to look over now that is handling all the janitorial in the building for her. There is a new vendor who is press washing the eagle so the outside will throw the bridle appeal that you are looking for to match up with other construction in DC,"she tells me.

I'm happy that she is making strides at the versatile projection. I tell her that tomorrow Dakota and I will be heading to Seattle for a speedy bout around visit. I go into Jill's government agency where she and BJ are working hard. I kiss Jill, who is annoyed at me interrupting her.

"Darling, I just wanted to let you fuck that I'm taking a short-change trip to Seattle, I see offspring that need to be addressed. I may ask another run to the Dallas securities industry as there are still yield with the entire restaurant sectionalisation there,"I tell her.

"volition these be on the Lapp misstep, or will you hail home first. I need to do it if my young man can add up over,"she says grinning and giggling at me with her prank. I just smile and let her know that it will be two trips and she should schedule him to make two visit. I know that she is working hard so I kiss her and leave the room. I decide not to buss BJ, for no actual cause other 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 cry the local anaesthetic jimmy John's and order sandwiches for everyone on the flooring. She takes her telephone set and her assistant's notebook computer to hit the telephone set call. When it was done, she tells me that the food 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 will slow down the system down. Taking the reckoner out of my packsack I open it and rick it on. It boots right up just like it normally does.

I log into the email hepatic portal vein and look at the monolithic numeral of e-mail that I have. 1755 electronic mail. I guess not having my laptop allowed my electronic mail inbox to get surcharge. I started with the usual, looking for multiples of the Same. I put them all together and highlighted the remaining one to be read later.

I scanned through the itemization and saw no more Mexican Drug corporate trust emails. In my head, I was sure that we, along with the FBI have eliminated that entire group from their concealing place, much like Mexican valium. I look at the TV CRT screen on in the breakroom and see that the Mexican Drug combine shooting is still in the new bike. Although I shouldn't be surprised, with that many bad guys dying it will stay in the news round for several says.

I spend time working my way through the emails. When the sandwiches arrive, my darling Dakota joins me in my berth. She ordered me a turkey sandwich with lots of mayo and supernumerary love apple. To my surprise 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 bomb, ham, and roast beef cattle. For me, she ordered what I like the ham and dud, however, she knows that I like both supererogatory mayo and extra tomatoes.

I call several of the former employees into the turgid conference room to sit and eat. I saw a couple of people not joining in as they took their lunch out of the breakroom fridge and sat at their desk to eat. That really bothered me, I want everyone to revel their lunchtime. Since Sharon is across the table from me, I let her bonk that no one should be working during their luncheon minute. She tells me that she will care that and goes back to eating her sub.

Jill never left her conference room ; however, she did institutionalise BJ out to join us in the big conference room. The old gentlewoman, Ruth replaced Danni at the front man desk. I was very glad to see that happen.

I'm looking forward to the introduction dinner tonight, but having Fred acquire us around made me feel honorable. I whispered in Dakota's ear to dial up the jet as she and I are taking a head trip to Seattle tomorrow. She tells me that after lunch that will be taken caution of, which made me smile.

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