The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got preen quickly for the ‘ intro appointment ’. Neither one of the participant knew ahead of time that they had already met their dinner party day of the month. That was my own little joke, at least it was funny in my head. When I told Jill about it, I got a immense eyeroll and a handshaking of her head.

As usual, Dakota had everything set up. The limo arrived at the perfect sentence, complete with Fred driving. Jill whispered in my ear that she felt better having Fred be our Chauffeur. I, of trend, just agreed with her.

I stayed materialistic in my dress. I wore a short sleeved pick up shirt and a pair of nice dungaree. Jill wore a dungaree skirt and a cute blouse, that I wanted to take off her as it highlighted her beautiful shape.

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

When we got to Heidi's house, I got out and went to the front door. It was a nice clean house. The thousand was mowed, and she had a cute minuscule flowerbed against the social movement facing of the house. One thing I did notice was that she had no large trees. She had a brace of bush but no large trees.

I rang the buzzer and heard her yell,"cargo hold on, I'm coming,"she said. Of course, in my head, the jocularity of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the front of my stupid encephalon. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the room access and the bolt before she opened the door.

When she did open the breast door, there stood before me a beautifully slim acrobatic woman. She was wearing a pair of dress jeans and a squeamish blouse. In my head, I didn't know what was going on, but I wouldn't brain seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a match of moment to put away the front threshold back up, including the deadbolt.

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

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

I put my arm out for her to snap up onto and we walk down her walk to the limo. Fred has the door open and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in offset then me. Since I wasn't certain if Heidi knew my wife or not, I did introductions.

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

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

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

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

"Um, let's Call it a hunch,"I tell her trying to be chary, but she is a professional interrogator, so I must watch my step.

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

"wellspring, he has two eyes, one olfactory organ, and a pair of lips,"I tell her as I see Jill's eyes ringlet again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might experience seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two eyes you say ? That must make him special. Any other feature article you care to ploughshare ?"She asks obviously playing along.

"fountainhead let's see, yeah, he puts his pants on one leg at a time and he wears horseshoe,"I say to her causing her to laugh.

"perdition, this is fun. I haven't even met the guy and already its better than my cobbler's last two appointment,"Heidi says. This causes Jill to now leap into the conversation.

"Heidi, tell me, how severely is it for person like yourself, a Federal factor to rule soul to let a relationship with ?"Jill asks.

"Well, it's tough. You start off just like every former encounter. You try to parry telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extremum or the other. Either they want to tell you their Police connection, or for some reason, they hate the Law Enforcement agency that you work for. Then you must keep an eye out that you're not being followed from the office to your dwelling house or your locality,"Heidi tells us.

"I guess you can't just go to a bar and pick up someone for a one-night point of view, can you ?"Jill asks.

"Sure, you can if your pudding head. You never know when you will run into someone that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can distinguish you that they will always make out you before you spot them. It does make things hard, that's probably why so many federal agent date and marry former agents,"she tells us.

"Would I be out of bounds to say your job can be a lonely job ?"I ask.

"Absolutely. Unless you have a close group of hoi polloi that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way matter are going these days, it only gets more difficult, which is why I chose to gamble on you asking me out. You are high profile and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at least I'll get a meal paid for. The last appointment I ended up paying for the repast because his soon to be ex-wife had canceled all his recognition cards and emptied their bank bill. It kind of puts a damper on what should own been a nice evening,"she says.

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

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

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

Patrick opens the threshold. There is a stunned silence from both people. They both look at me as if I've just grown two heads.

"Saint Patrick, I would wish to bring out you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would like to introduce you to Patrick Meyers"I say smiling.

I guess to act along, Patrick reaches his hand out and shingle Heidi's mitt.

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

"OK, guys here's the lot. I had intended to introduce you two before the unscathed thing with Aurora happened. There was no way to avoid you guys meeting, so I just kept my mouth shut. We can end this right wing now if you two don't want to go any further, but I think you two will hit it off,"I say to both.

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

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

They look at each other, shrug their shoulders and proceeded to head to the limo. Patrick must block up and go back to the straw man door to interlace the top deadbolt whorl.

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

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

"fountainhead, obviously she cares about dwelling certificate David,"Saint Patrick says to me.

We get to the limo where Fred is standing stoically with the book binding door spread. Patrick lets Heidi get in first, then I shove him in and climb in behind him.

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

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

Saint Patrick says,"Jill, it's nice to meet you. I do feature a question for you,"he says to Jill.

"Go ahead,"

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

"wellspring, I kind of have to since I married the knucklehead,"she says smiling causing Heidi and St. Patrick to laugh.

The ride to the eatery went smoothly as Fred knew a suddenly cut on a one-way route that saved us hitting three extra dealings lights.

When we arrived at longhorn's steakhouse, Patrick's optic lit up.

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

As the four of us were walking into the restaurant, my phone buzzes.

"tinker's damn St. David, you work as much as we do,"Saint Patrick says to me.

I look at the text content. It 's from Dakota"Plane ready for tomorrow for a trip to Seattle. Will we be staying over or coming home tomorrow nighttime ?"

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

I apologize for the textual matter message. Both Patrick and Heidi understood.

The stewardess tells us that there's about a one-half hour delay for a tabular array for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there happen to be four place together at the bar. Patrick and I pull the seats out for the ma'am then we take the outdoors two hindquarters. The barmaid, a long-haired brunette with thin eyebrow and greens heart ask what we want for drinks and do we require an appetizer while we wait.

Patrick ask Heidi,"Do you have a taste for a drink ?"

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

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

Patrick lodge a cabernet for Heidi and a dark beer for himself. I order a merlot for Jill and a coke for myself.

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

"No, not really,"I tell him.

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

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

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

"No, not really. I grew up a bit North of here in San Francisco. When I graduated high school, I went to San Diego body politic University and then Law school. I applied to the agency in my hold up year of law school and was accepted,"she tells us.

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

"Yep, I grew up in a pocket-size town called San Giambattista Marino. We lived in a minor dwelling house on Lope Felix de Vega Carpio street. I screwed around in high schooltime and graduated with a C+ average. I really had no design of going to college. I took care of all the cleaning in the house since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodworking, cabinetwork mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an accounting house. Since I did all the cleaning at our dwelling house, it was an easy leap to starting my own business, cleaning early hoi polloi's homes,"Patrick tells us.

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

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

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

"fountainhead, I don't sorrow not going to college. Yet, all those political party that you see on TV, I would have liked to wait on one or two, but alas I chose to work instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law school, did you get tempestuous and unhinged ?"St. Patrick asks.

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

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

"Nope. Jill is a Marine and I spent nearly of my adult life-time working in the eating place business,"I tell them.

"Well, if she's military and you're a restaurant guy, how did you two meet ? Did she come into your eatery and it was have sex at first sight ?"He says to me.

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

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

Our petty coaster buzzes telling us that our tabular array is cook. We get up and head back to the hostess stand. I hand her the bombinate matter and she takes the four of us to a nice table towards the backrest of the restaurant's main floor.

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

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

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine. I order up another glass for the lady, another beer for Patrick and another coke for myself. I also orderliness an appetizer for the table. It 's my common cheesy stuffed mushrooms, I tell our guests that it's one of the things that I love about longhorn. The waitress smiles at the starter order and pass off.

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

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

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

Patrick, being a valet, gild Heidi's dinner then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak with a broil Irish potato fully loaded, a household salad with ranch dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of scorched tater soup which she says they make a wonderful reading of that soup.

Jill likes the musical theme of a cup of soup as well. I order her Salmon salad along with a cup of the baked Solanum tuberosum soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak, medium rare, baked spud fully loaded and a salad with thousand islands dressing and extra tomatoes and no onion. We were all smiling when the waitress left the table with our order.

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

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

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

"Patrick and Heidi, on our mo night working together, one of the other device driver's was in a horrible traffic accident. We had longtime clients arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the closest limousine to go foot up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the private jet area of the drome. We didn't have the proper car to pick them up and didn't have enough time to get to the office and swap motorcar, so we just went to the airdrome. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up next to their jet and I jumped out and put their baggage into the trunk. I stood by the back door and Bob and Melanie got into the car. As we were going, I turned around and apologized to the Jaxsons telling them that their common chauffeur was in a bad accident. I also apologized for not having the correct vehicle for them and made the decision to pass on them the service for unblock. Jill asked if we needed to turn back at a Walgreen's for Melanie Jaxson as she was nauseated from a violent storm that the jet flew through. We got them to their hotel. Bob Jaxson pulled me aside and told me that if I decide to move up in the existence, he's got a position for mortal like me,"I tell them.

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

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

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

"Jacques Louis David, you said you were dating person else when you met Jill ?"Heidi asks.

"Yep, sure was. I spoke to the lady that I was dating, her public figure was Tina. I knew that we weren't going anywhere in our relationship. We just broke it off. The very night we broke it off, Jill was in an automobile chance event. She tried to squall our hirer, who didn't answer. She tried to call a close champion, who also didn't answer. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at metropolis infirmary. I raced across townsfolk to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what exam room she was in. I ran through the hall and salvo into the exam room. There was the most beautiful, and pathetic looking woman I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the tale. Of trend, Jill was playfully shaking her caput no through half the story.

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

"fountainhead, they had her hopped up on pretty severe annoyance medicament, what was it again affectionately, Morphine ?"I asked.

She just nodded her straits yes.

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

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

Our food arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

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

Jill answers first,"Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am grateful that my assistant has a good point for numbers. David pirated her away from a Mercedes dealership because they weren't treating her rightfield. Here she was selling David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to give her credit for selling one. She went on the trial drive with David and he made her a job whirl. She didn't accept until she was sure that they were going to hump her over and not give her the good commissioning,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to notice on our jobs at Jaxson Inc. a person tapped me on the shoulder from behind me. I turned to see Missy, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one night a couplet of weeks ago who stayed at the house for three days.

"Hello, do you remember me ?"She asks.

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

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

"David, I got a new cellular telephone phone. Let me give you my new earphone number, so when you have another party at your house, you can remember to invite me,"she says smiling. In my head, that wasn't too bad of a statement that I would have to explain.

She writes her phone number down on a guest check, kisses me on the impertinence and forefront off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the whole time.

"Um, St. David, do random charwoman just total up to you and grant you their phone turn and a kiss before trying to ask for themselves to one of your party ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill answers,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever imagine. He gets women pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a Rock star and we just live in his humankind,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a particular facial nerve expression and then just kind of accept that answer.

I decide to try and constrict the answer down to keep Heidi from getting too suspicious.

"Heidi, Missy got invited to a political party we had several weeks ago by a friend of a friend thing. She had a great clock time. We had several single guy and I think she may have collected just about every one guy's telephone routine at the party. She sent me a carte du jour a hebdomad or so later telling me it was one of the practiced parties she had been to in a hanker, foresightful time,"I tell Heidi.

"The living of a CEO,"St. Patrick says.

I see that we are finishing up with our dinners. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the empty-bellied scale off the table, I ask to see a dessert menu. Patrick's eye light up, but the peeress seemed rather full.

I know that no matter how full Jill is, she's a lollipop for the caramel brown apple stampede. Saint Patrick asks Heidi if she would like to break their chocolate stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

I place the dessert fiat for Jill and I and Patrick orders for Heidi and him.

I decided to ask the funny question,"So, have either of you been married before ?"which gets me a playful slap on the berm from Jill.

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

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

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

"Nope, no exes. I too dated a woman for a patch and now we aren't dating because I spend too much time trying to film maintenance of my customers,"he tells Heidi.

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

I lean in and kiss my gorgeous wife, licking the small pinch of caramel off her lips.

After about 15 proceedings or so, the waitress delivers me the check. I put my cite card on the top of the little book, and she takes the solid thing. Jill and I just sit there watching Patrick and Heidi be favorable but very close to being informal. In my mind, I hit it out of the park on this one.

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

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

"well, again we have district manager in the eatery group that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a total of thirty hour when they know that we expect them to exploit 45. I've reviewed all the potentiality promotes just in typeface I end up cleaning the house,"I tell Jill.

"Do you carry to stay on overnight, or will you return tomorrow Nox ?"Jill asks.

"Well, right now I'm expecting to come home tomorrow nighttime. I'll text you or have Dakota squall you if thing change,"I say to Jill. She nods her pass in acceptance.

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

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

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

"Of course, if you marry and have tons of baby, then I get all the credit entry,"I say to them laughing. Once again Jill gives me the big eyeroll and a poke in the rib. Patrick and Heidi laughter as well, although neither one says anything to my gossip about matrimony and babies.

We all four get up from the table and heading out. When Fred sees us coming out of the restaurant, he brings the limo over to the front doorway. He stops the car, opens the back door and we all get in. At this dot, the wine has taken ahold of the women as they are giggling and laughing.

"Are we through for the dark or would you roast like a nice misstep down to the beach or along sundown Strip ?"I ask.

"David, while this has been one of the salutary nights that I've had in quite a farseeing time, I do let work in the morning. So, unfortunately, I must yell it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to get hold of Patrick household first then we will sink off Heidi. I see them take their earpiece out and exchange telephone set numbers. Jill looks at me and smile, my stupid plan worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limo chief towards Saint Patrick's place. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm rustling in my ear to let her take the air him to the front room access.

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his front line door and they kiss. Not one of those I'm going to fuck your psyche out kiss, but a decent adult end of the eventide first escort buss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

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

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

"Thank you, David, this has been a wondrous eventide. I think that Saint Patrick and I are going to try and maybe meet for a late coffee or a sweet one dark this week,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. I am so very happy that my unintelligent plan worked and two people who work their ass off may now have a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his dullard ego. If you and Patrick become good friends or inferno lovers, then David will have a story about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned,"she says laughing the unit time she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently happy my lilliputian programme worked.

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

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the necessary release to open the gate, He stops the car by the front room access and Lashkar-e-Tayyiba Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the courtyard and heads back towards the limo return for the car. I figure that Fred has about one more hour of work. He'll return the limo, get in his Mustang and drive it over here and park it in the garage with everyone else's vehicle.

Jill and I go inside. We see several hoi polloi either in the kitchen or in the TV room. They all ask Jill how the non-date date went. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a good match. She kisses me and tells me that she loves me and hopes that I know she is just teasing.

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

I see Dakota sitting in another of my white tee shirts. I lean over her, kiss her on the cheek and tell her that I figure we should leave about 11 or so to channelise to the airport. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is ready. I kiss her again and tell her proficient dark. Jill and I head down the hallway to our bedroom.

I pull my rucksack out to accept with me just in casing. I also put a pair of shorts and a tee shirt in the backpack.

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

CHAPTER 3

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

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

I was kind of excited as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the sleeping room to the kitchen. Most of the morning group are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit surprised as bathroom only seems to be eating a bowl of cereal.

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

I see that someone left the TV on and I hear that the weather in Seattle will be rainy. I remind Dakota to be sure to bring her cute raincoat and her shoe cogent evidence brake shoe. She tells me that she already has them next to her nightlong bag at the front man room access. She gets up and stroll over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her precious ass on my lap causing me to begin to get hard. She feels me and wiggles her ass a little more.

In my heading, I figure since the flight time is a couple of time of day, her and I will probably play a bit in the jet.

As John finishes his cereal, he gathers his own back pack and heads towards his truck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking toilet to slow down as she wants to get a cup of coffee to take with her. He just laughs and says he'll wait in the truck for her cute ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how much John Lackland has matured over the retiring few months and I think that he needs a new project to solve on, however, I'm not sure what the seize project might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID verification task. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the towers that we bought back to good condition. Paula is working on keeping the three limousine companies running smoothly. Donna has the margin call center firing on all cylinders. BJ is helping Jill on their stock conversion task. Danni is handling the front reception area just fine now that she is getting a lunch break. Tina and her Mom in Phoenix are feeding me skilful intel on the two buildings that we have bought down there. And, of course, Dakota is being the best assistant potential. Amy is running the sign of the zodiac and keeping matter in check. The two chefs are making everyone happy with their top-quality cookery. The porno Twin Falls and the CG boys are doing a decent job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a daimon, trying to stay fresh things going in the pornography industry. Belinda is now seeing someone in the industry and that is fine with me. Yet, I have no idea what to do with John. He does everything that I ask him to do, yet it just seems in my question that he could be doing something more.

Watching the sunrise TV, I see that the shot of the Mexican Drug Cartel is still in the tidings cycle.

I looked at my cell and saw that I missed a textual matter message from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a wonderful evening and said that she and Patrick have a coffee date in a dyad of nights. This made me smile. I texted her back that I was happy that they both hit it off well.

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

"Mom, where's Fred ?"

"He's getting a limousine to take you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to pick me up a muffuletta from that wondrous Italian eating house,"she tells me.

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

Dakota told me that the limousine was expected to be here in about 15 minutes or so. I sat down on the couch in the living way to just think about John and delay for the limo. When I saw it perpetrate up, I still had not figured out what to do with privy. I called for Dakota ; she came bounding out of her bedroom towards me.

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

As she got into the limo, I swear that she wiggled her ass towards Fred, but maybe I was just imagining that. She got in, kissed me on the face and sat redress adjacent to me. Since she was in her common plaza, adjacent to me, I felt her manus on my cock almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get hard with her hand stroking me. In just mo, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably slow traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and fish out my now difficult cock. Her brim and mouthpiece surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the shaft and question of my humanness. I gently put my hand on the spine of her fountainhead. She swallowed me as she has done many clock time before. I just laid my school principal back on the seat as she bobbed her head up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her trunk up to be sideways on the limousine seat. I gently pulled her shorts aside to disclose her moist twat. Inserting two fingerbreadth into her, I could feel her mouth tighten around my cock swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two finger inside of her twat, I used my thumb to rub picayune circles on her button. This made her moan on my peter. I thrust it as deep into her mouth as I could get. She swallowed my manhood as far as she could take it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her pharynx. She kept bobbing her pass up and down. As I kept pushing my finger into her pussy with reckless abandon, she began moaning more and more on my manhood. I felt her getting wetter and surfactant. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a third, then a one-quarter finger inside of her and thrust in and out repeatedly. My hand was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her first gear acme,"OH GAWD daddy, I LOVE YOU SO practically. I'M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU,"she says to me as I feel her pussy spatter my hand and wrist.

She swallows my prick once again, but not until I feel her delicious pussy spasm around my paw again. As her body does this, I feel my own organic structure approaching its orgasmic peak,"GAWD damn DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a gal of my man succus into her accepting oral fissure. I pull my deal from her pussy and lick the tasty orgasmic juice off it.

She just smile at me and snuggles her caput into my pectus as the limo keeps moving towards the drome. Soon, Fred puts the privacy partition down a dyad of column inch to let us know that we are only about two minutes away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two minutes pass, Fred pulls the limousine up next to the jet and gets out, opening the luggage compartment first. I take both bags and put four $ 100 bills into his shirt air pocket, even though he tries to politely reject the tip. I thank him for his hard work and prompt him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

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

The hatchway threshold closing and the copilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her cute picayune shorts and Pisces my cock out of my pant and impales herself on me as we accelerate down the rail and into the air. I have to say, that Dakota's pussy going up and down on my humanity as we went down the runway was quite the get feeling.

It didn't take Dakota long before I felt her hit her low gear orgasmic elevation. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronc. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the couch jabbing my cock as rich into her as I could get. I put her small articulatio talocruralis over my shoulders essentially bending her in half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her pussy splash my cock and balls over and over again.

Her heart were rolling into her fountainhead as I was thrusting hard into her."OH daddy, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME FEEL SO WONDERFUL WHEN YOU'RE trench inside OF ME. TAKE ME, YOU KNOW THAT I'M YOURS NOW AND FOREVER,"she says as we both continue to peak together.

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

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

"Dakota, I'm at a loss. I don't know what undertaking to devote John the Divine. He is doing well, but he seems to require something to do,"I tell her.

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

"Huh ?"I say.

"privy has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to foreknow what you need. Let him handle you. I will be uncommitted to him, via phone at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your assistant for a hale week. This will pass on us a good read on how he is doing,"she says to me. I pull her into me, and we kiss passionately. Once again, Dakota has come up with a unadulterated answer. I know that I'm going to have sex her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my cock hardening once again.

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

"well, I'll probably be thinking of my Daddy the entire hebdomad. Who knows, I may even show up at the Hawk just to shoot reward of my Daddy in his office, one never knows how my mind works,"she says to me before we again kiss each other passionately.

I feel her delightful footling hands shedding my pants once again. She sheds all her clothes this time and spins around putting her tasty slit over my waiting rima oris. I begin to cream and suck her pussy swallowing every drop of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, deglutition my firmly cock.

As I'm licking and sucking her puss, I move deeper and start drubbing and sucking on her arse. I thrust my natural language into her as deeply as I can make it go. She roars with another coming blasting through her body. I sit up and draw out her around to face up away from me. I spread her ass brass and thrust my manhood into her anal retentive cavity. She moans as we begin to thrust up and down on each former. Her trunk is splashing my crotch with her feminine juice. She cums over and over onto me. I just prevent thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just moans and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her pocket-size lithe soundbox onto my putz over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my private parts with her pussy juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a piece. The pilot comes onto the talker and lets us know that we are just a few minutes from landing. I hear the landing place gear curl into place. Dakota and I uncouple and begin to clean ourselves off with the towels that we have in the overhead cabinet towards the back of the plane.

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

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

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet take a downwardly angle as we approach the runway. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her sleeve around me as the bike touch the pavement of the rails.

"Daddy, maybe we can come up someone to play with for the ride plate,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a good estimate, but I probably could have dialed up Missy to take the trip with us. But we'll see how things play out.

When the jet finds a parking stain, I see out the window that a limousine is waiting for us. Of course, as the weatherman predicted, it is raining.

Once we are parked, the co-pilot opens the hatch and extends the steps down to the earth. I grab both of our bags and be my darling Dakota down the measure to the limo. The device driver takes the travelling bag puts them in the trunk as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I hand the number one wood the first gear district agency that I want to visit. She thanks me for having an address ready and she heads towards the district place.

It takes about half an minute to get to the computer address. When we arrive, the chauffeur parks the limo where I ask, away from the threshold to the district position. Dakota and I get out of the limo, each with our rainwater attire on, plus she has her precious non-slick rain boots on making her look cute.

We walk to the front door of the district part. I open the door and let Dakota pace inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she direct a seat. I begin to walk through the room, without anyone even saying a word to me. When I get to the binding of the room, I ask a nice looking lady if there is anyone that I could speak to. She asks me what it would be about.

"Well, I just walked through the integral territory federal agency and no one even asked me what I was doing, until I reached you,"I said to her.

She asks me to sit down at her desk and she will get me, person, to speak to. She gets up and pass towards a distich of guys chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

"hullo, may I help you ?"the gentleman's gentleman asks.

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

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

"fountainhead, here's my occupation card,"I say as I'm handing him my posting. He looks at it and apparently doesn't know who I am.

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

"Read the whole card,"I tell him.

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

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

"Oh, yeah, lamentable. We don't get many visitant here,"he tells me.

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

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

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

"Now, if you would please collect all the district managers in a conference room,"I tell him.

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

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

I stride into the conference room ; Dakota follows me and she sits in a chair in the street corner with her help 's notebook out.

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

I get pretty practically unison in a irrefutable heading nod.

"well, at least I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the important take. We are a eating place grouping. Which means that we work when our customer are not working. Does everyone understand that ?"I ask.

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

"How many minute a calendar week do you each piece of work ?"I ask.

Silence in the room.

"Would you say that you work the require 45 hours a workweek ?"I ask.

Again, silence.

"Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 hours a week and before you begin to debate with me, I had payroll take out up your timecards and all of you come into work about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That's a amount of 6 hours per day meter 5 days a week equals 30 time of day,"I tell all of them. I see stunned silence since I included that I had payroll pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your silence, that you don't disagree with my mathematics. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will come into the office at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an hour for dejeuner. You are not allowed to leave at 4:30 pm and song that last hour your tiffin. I also, expect each of you to operate one Saturday a month. In place of the Saturday, you will get Tuesday off. Ladies and gentlemen, we will puzzle out for a living and we will be usable to your superior general managers. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 60 minutes a week, then you might require to fall out this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

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

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

"Please explicate,"I say to him.

"We have been leaving early and coming in late. You've hit it on the headland that we are a caller that should be working when our client are playing,"the young man says to me.

"I'm sorry, I don't bonk your name,"I say to him.

"I'm Ralph Mary Harris Jones. I've been a district director for about 3 months,"he says to me.

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

"fountainhead, my district gross revenue are categorical to stopping point twelvemonth, however, we have two eatery that are in a state of turmoil as they are short staffed with at least two key management people missing. We also have one of those restaurants, in a roadwork area. The metropolis of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the study will last until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be longer than that as they didn't even get started until three hebdomad ago. Also, we have two eatery, that are severely understaffed, and I have put an ad in the newspaper publisher and on the local job control board sites. We need at least a dozen occupation cooks and waiter in those two restaurants,"he tells me. I'm really move with this guy. He knows where his district's phone number are and is bequeath to lecture openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Jones'territory numbers.

"Mr. Jones, I also see that your guest check average is the highest in the market. Your managers have Thomas More tenure than anyone else in the market. You came through the organisation starting as a argumentation cook and are now a district manager, being the superior general Manager of the year survive year. You are well liked by your managers and they tell me in the quarterly view that when you step into the restaurant, you will rise in where needed to help the faculty,"I say to him, in social movement of the other district managers.

Once again, there is silence. I point to someone else and ask the Saame dubiousness,"What are your dominion's figure ?"

"Um, they're OK. null especial. I have a couplet of skillful eating place, and a duo of restaurants that need some help, But we'll get better with clock time,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"James Dean McMillian,"he tells me.

I look him up on the system and he's arcsecond from the bottom in virtually every category that we measure.

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

"Department of Energy anyone else have any information about their districts ?"I ask the room.

No one says a word.

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

Two exercise set of winder are tossed into the middle of the mesa and two guys stand up and get down to walk out.

"gentleman's gentleman, thank you for making my job that much well-off,"I say to them. They walk out of the elbow room, stopping at their desks and leave the building.

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

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The room is silent.

"Ok, then where would I find Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Sir Bernard Williams ?"I ask. Mr. John Luther Jones excuses himself and take the air out into the main elbow room of the district office. He goes to three desks that have woman sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled flavour on their face.

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

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

"Sir, are you kidding us ?"One of the ladies asks.

"No, I'm not kidding. Are you three willing to ingest on the three district that have just come open ?"I ask again.

They look at each early and nod their headspring yes.

"OK, well, here's the new rules. Your workplace schedule will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five Clarence Shepard Day Jr. a week. However, one Saturday a month, you will crop that Saturday and adopt Tuesday off instead,"I tell the three ladies.

"You will ferment 45 hours a week, at a minimum. You should screw your numbers at any time of the day or night. You should make your managers being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a manager tree diagram in my back grand, so it is up to you to keep your restaurants fully stocked with manager,"I tell them.

"Oh, and one more affair, don't be afraid to leap out in when you go to one of your restaurants and they are unawares staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unannounced visits from time to time. I expect that your restaurants will be running well, no topic if I'm there visiting or not. guide upkeep of your faculty and your customers and affair will get in force,"I tell them before I thank them for their time and leave.

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

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limousine, I mitt the chauffeur another slip of paper. This one is an address for a district office outside of the city of Seattle, in a town called Kirkland. It is a suburban area of Seattle. The trip from the first district position to the one in Kirkland takes about half an hour. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her raincoat and non-skid pelting boots.

When we get there, a gracious youth lady, about college age stops me at the front doorway and ask whom I'm here to see. I script her my business add-in. She gets up and heading over to a valet at a desk only a couple of rows back from her. She hands him my business card. He gets up and adjusts his dress before he comes over to me.

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

"No, no declaration. Is it potential to get all the territorial dominion managers in a conference elbow room ?"I ask.

The gentleman nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to channelise to a conference room in the middle of the back wall.

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

"how-do-you-do everyone, as you probably have heard, I'm David Henry Graham Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I thought I would stop in to say hello and ask if affair are going well,"I say to them.

No one speaks.

I point to a youth lady and ask her figure and her numeral for her district.

"My name is Rosita Gonzalez. I've been a territory director for just over a year, however, I've been working here for about 6 geezerhood now. My district is doing OK. We are having great Edgar Guest handicap averages. Our managers have been in stead for at least one yr or retentive. We are fully staffed at the eating house, however, a duad of the restaurants need some physical mending, such as booth seats and flooring in a couple of spots. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to make it more convenient to the carryout orders as we are all over the blank space. The staff all work hard and only one of our units is having an issue with roadwork in their area, causing issues with parking and accessibility,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her district's numbers up and she is right on with all the information. I see that the death health department inspection mentioned the split booth fanny, which I promise to aid her get fixed.

I announce my new plan for the dominion director schedule. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hours already, which makes me happy. The but veridical change is to add the one Saturday a month and birth them claim the following Tuesday instead. No one seems to out of place about it. I am happy with the results of this district. I thank them and lead the district office.

I tell the chauffeur to steer back to the jet, which she heads towards. The driving force through the traffic takes us about an hour to get to the jet. The intact clip we are driving, the rain continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limousine by the steps and opens the tree trunk for us.

I hand her three $ 100 bills for a tip. She tries to reject, and I put them in her mitt and fold her hand closed. We take our bags up the stairs and into the carpenter's plane. She starts the limo and drives off.

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

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

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

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

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

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