The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got attired quickly for the ‘ first appearance date ’. Neither one of the player knew ahead of time that they had already met their dinner day of the month. That was my own fiddling joke, at least it was funny in my head. When I told Jill about it, I got a huge eyeroll and a trill of her head.

As usual, Dakota had everything set up. The limo arrived at the consummate time, double-dyed with Fred driving. Jill whispered in my ear that she felt better having Fred be our Chauffeur. I, of course, just agreed with her.

I stayed conservative in my dress. I wore a poor sleeved nab shirt and a pair of decent jeans. Jill wore a denim bird and a cute blouse, that I wanted to deal off her as it highlighted her beautiful contours.

We went to Heidi Longmire's home 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 agentive role for the FBI, she had access to information about him that he probably didn't even know was available.

When we got to Heidi's mansion, I got out and went to the front doorway. It was a nice white theatre. The yard was mowed, and she had a cunning piddling flowerbed against the figurehead facing of the firm. One matter I did posting was that she had no declamatory Tree. She had a twain of bushes but no large trees.

I rang the doorbell and heard her yell,"cargo area on, I'm coming,"she said. Of course, in my straits, the joke of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the battlefront of my stupid person brain. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the door and the deadbolt before she opened the door.

When she did open the front door, there stood before me a beautifully slight athletic woman. She was wearing a dyad of dress blue jean and a gracious blouse. In my fountainhead, I didn't know what was going on, but I wouldn't mind seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a mates of minutes to put away the nominal head door back up, including the deadbolt.

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

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

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

"Jill, this is agentive role Heidi Longmire, but tonight she is just Heidi Longmire,"I say causing Jill to again give me an eye bankroll. 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 door and off we go. Heidi's FBI oddment is starting to show.

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

"Um, let's call it a intuition,"I tell her trying to be chary, but she is a master inquisitor, so I must watch my step.

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

"well, he has two eyes, one olfactory organ, and a pair of sass,"I tell her as I see Jill's oculus roll again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might own seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two middle you say ? That must make him special. Any other features you care to percentage ?"She asks obviously playing along.

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

"Hell, this is fun. I haven't even met the guy and already its respectable than my last two dates,"Heidi says. This causes Jill to now jumpstart into the conversation.

"Heidi, tell me, how hard is it for individual like yourself, a Federal Agent to detect soul to experience a human relationship with ?"Jill asks.

"fountainhead, it's tough. You start off just like every other group meeting. You try to evade telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extreme or the former. Either they want to recount you their Police connection, or for some reason, they hate the Law Enforcement delegacy that you work for. Then you must hold on an eye out that you're not being followed from the office to your home or your neighborhood,"Heidi tells us.

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

"Sure, you can if your stupid. You never know when you will run into someone that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can tell you that they will always spot you before you spot them. It does make things difficult, that's probably why so many agents escort and marry other agentive role,"she tells us.

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

"Absolutely. Unless you have a closemouthed radical of mass that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way things 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 to the lowest degree I'll get a meal paid for. The last date I ended up paying for the repast because his soon to be ex had canceled all his credit rating batting order and emptied their bank account. It kind of puts a muffler on what should have been a Nice evening,"she says.

I feel for her. I went through some of those date before I met Jill and I am thankful every Night that dark 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 walk to the door.

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

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

"Patrick, I would like to introduce you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would like to introduce you to St. Patrick Meyers"I say smiling.

I guess to play along, St. Patrick reaches his bridge player out and shakes Heidi's manus.

"C'mon cat, let's have a nice night. No talk about what has happened, tonight you aren't an FBI agentive role, got it ?"I ask her. She shakes her head yes. St. Patrick still looks confused.

"OK, hombre here's the deal. I had intended to introduce you two before the whole thing with Aurora happened. There was no way to avoid you laugh at confluence, so I just kept my sass shut. We can end this right hand 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 hunch. You both work insane hours, you both have a good disposition, and you both seem to get along with me, which isn't as well-to-do as I think it is, or at least my wife tells me so every once in a while,"I say to them smiling.

They look at each other, shrug their shoulder and proceeded to head to the limo. Saint Patrick must kibosh and go back to the front door to lock the top deadbolt ringlet.

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

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

"wellspring, obviously she cares about home security measures David,"St. Patrick says to me.

We get to the limo where Fred is standing stoically with the back threshold open. Saint Patrick lets Heidi get in world-class, then I shove him in and climb in behind him.

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

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

Patrick says,"Jill, it's courteous to meet you. I do have a query for you,"he says to Jill.

"Go ahead,"

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

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

The drive to the eatery went smoothly as Fred knew a short cut on a one-way road that saved us hitting three additional traffic lights.

When we arrived at Longhorn's Steakhouse, Patrick's eyes lit up.

"Hot damn, I love this blank space. I haven't been quite a while, but their food is wondrous. Heidi, what do you cerebrate of this situation ?"He asks all smiles and full of vitality, which made me expire 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 eating place, my phone buzzes.

"shit Jacques Louis David, you work as much as we do,"Patrick says to me.

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

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

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

The hostess tells us that there's about a half 60 minutes wait for a table for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there find to be four buns together at the bar. Patrick and I pull the derriere out for the lady then we take the extraneous two tail. The barmaid, a long-haired brunette with thin eyebrows and green optic ask what we want for drink and do we want an appetizer while we wait.

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

"How about just a gracious glass of wine-colored. Maybe a Cabernet Sauvignon ?"she says to him.

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

Patrick orders a cabernet for Heidi and a drear beer for himself. I order a merlot for Jill and a coke for myself.

"You don't drink ?"Saint Patrick asks me.

"No, not really,"I tell him.

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

No one seems all that worry in having an starter at the bar.

"Heidi, are you from this domain ?"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 luxuriously schoolhouse, I went to San Diego State University and then Law shoal. I applied to the agency in my last year of law school and was accepted,"she tells us.

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

"Yep, I grew up in a minor town called San Marino. We lived in a small home on Lope Felix de Vega Carpio street. I screwed around in high shoal and graduated with a C+ norm. I really had no intentions of going to college. I took care of all the cleanup in the house since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodworking, cabinetwork mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an accounting business firm. Since I did all the cleaning at our home, it was an easy jump to starting my own business, cleaning other people's homes,"Saint Patrick tells us.

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

"About 8 years now. Until the thing the other day, I was considering trying to exposit the occupation towards Beverly Hills. You got me thinking about potential drop customers I'm leaving on the table since your home plate is the only one that my companionship takes care of,"Patrick says to us.

I see Heidi take a tenacious 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.

"wellspring, I don't regret not going to college. Yet, all those parties that you see on TV, I would feature liked to attend to one or two, but alas I chose to sour instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law school day, did you get wilderness and demented ?"Patrick asks.

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

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

"Nope. Jill is a Marine and I spent most of my adult life working in the restaurant line,"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 love at beginning sight ?"He says to me.

"She was my trainer at the limo company,"I tell them, which gets a couple of odd flavour from St. Patrick and Heidi.

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

Our little coaster buzzes telling us that our table is ready. We get up and point back to the hostess rack. I manus her the buzzing thing and she takes the four of us to a decent table towards the rear of the restaurant's independent floor.

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

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

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine. I order up another crank for the ma'am, another beer for Patrick and another coke for myself. I also order an appetizer for the board. It 's my common cheesy stuffed mushroom-shaped cloud, I tell our Guest that it's one of the things that I love about Longhorn. The waitress smiles at the appetizer parliamentary procedure and heads off.

Jill sees some sorting of salmon salad at the table succeeding to us and decides to order it. Heidi looks over at the same table and decides to order it as well. Of row, Patrick and I are going to edict steaks. I figure you don't go to a steakhouse and not order steaks, just seems wrong.

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

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

Patrick, being a man, orders Heidi's dinner then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak with a baked tater fully loaded, a house salad with cattle farm dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of baked potato soup which she says they make a tremendous interlingual rendition of that soup.

Jill likes the musical theme of a cup of soup as well. I ordination her Salmon salad along with a cup of the adust Solanum tuberosum soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak, medium rare, baked potato fully loaded and a salad with 1000 islands dressing and extra tomatoes and no onions. We were all smiling when the waitress left the table with our order.

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

"Jill, would you care to tell 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 unscathed time.

"St. Patrick and Heidi, on our secondly night working together, one of the other driver's was in a horrible dealings stroke. We had longtime node arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the closest limousine to go pick up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the private jet area of the airport. We didn't have the proper car to pick them up and didn't have enough time to get to the office and swap railcar, so we just went to the aerodrome. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up side by side to their jet and I jumped out and put their baggage into the automobile 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 usual chauffeur was in a bad accident. I also apologized for not having the right vehicle for them and made the decision to give them the service for free. Jill asked if we needed to stop at a Walgreen's for Melanie Jaxson as she was nauseated from a 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 impress up in the creation, he's got a situation for person like me,"I tell them.

"Are you going to severalise 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 work, yet you get the big tip and I don't,"Jill says smile and giggling as she takes another sip of her merlot.

"wait 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 rest is account,"I tell them,

"David, you said you were dating individual else when you met Jill ?"Heidi asks.

"Yep, sure was. I spoke to the ma'am that I was dating, her name 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 accident. She tried to call in our boss, who didn't resolution. She tried to ring a close friend, who also didn't reply. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at City Hospital. I raced across town to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what exam room she was in. I ran through the hall and burst into the exam room. There was the most beautiful, and pathetic looking woman I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the story. Of course, Jill was playfully shaking her head no through half the story.

"Hey, my history, 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 pain medication, what was it again dear, Morphine ?"I asked.

She just nodded her head 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 rolling wave 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, Patrick asks,"David and Jill, how do you like being in commission of a multinational company such as Jaxson, Inc. ?"

Jill solvent first,"Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am thankful that my assistant has a dependable head for figure. Saint David pirated her away from a Mercedes dealership because they weren't treating her right. 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 mental testing campaign with David and he made her a job crack. She didn't accept until she was sure that they were going to screw her over and not give her the wax committal,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to comment on our jobs at Jaxson Inc. a person tapped me on the articulatio humeri from behind me. I turned to see Missy, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one night a yoke of calendar week ago who stayed at the sign for three days.

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

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

"Missy, you remember this is my married woman Jill. And these are two supporter, Heidi and Patrick,"I tell her, hoping that she won't say anything that Jill and I will birth to explain.

"David, I got a new cell earphone. Let me give you my new phone identification number, so when you have another party at your menage, you can recollect to invite me,"she says smiling. In my head, that wasn't too bad of a command that I would birth to explain.

She writes her phone identification number down on a guest impediment, kisses me on the nerve and fountainhead off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the whole time.

"Um, David, do random women just total up to you and founder you their speech sound number and a kiss before trying to invite themselves to one of your political party ?"Heidi asks me.

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

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

"Heidi, Missy got invited to a party we had several weeks ago by a booster of a friend thing. She had a bully prison term. We had several single guys and I think she may possess collected just about every undivided guy's phone number at the party. She sent me a card a week or so later telling me it was one of the best parties she had been to in a yearn, long time,"I tell Heidi.

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

I see that we are finishing up with our dinner party. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the empty plates off the mesa, I ask to see a sweet menu. Patrick's middle light up, but the ma'am seemed rather full.

I know that no matter how fully Jill is, she's a mark for the caramel orchard apple tree stampede. St. Patrick asks Heidi if she would care to split their chocolate stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

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

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

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

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

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

"Nope, no x. I too dated a woman for a while and now we aren't dating because I spend too much time trying to take away tending of my customer,"he tells Heidi.

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

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

After about 15 moment or so, the waitress delivers me the check. I put my credit board on the top of the piffling playscript, and she takes the whole thing. Jill and I just sit there watching Patrick and Heidi be friendly but very close to being intimate. In my head, I hit it out of the Mungo Park on this one.

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

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

"Well, again we have district coach in the eatery group that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a total of thirty hours when they know that we expect them to shape 45. I've reviewed all the potential drop promotes just in character I end up cleaning the household,"I tell Jill.

"Do you look to appease overnight, or will you return tomorrow night ?"Jill asks.

"well, right now I'm expecting to come in home tomorrow night. I'll text you or have Dakota call you if things change,"I say to Jill. She nods her foreland in acceptance.

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

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

"No worries guys, that's what this was all about. For you two to run into under relaxed circumstances and maybe, just maybe you two would hit it off,"I say to them.

"Of course, if you marry and have stacks of babies, then I get all the credit,"I say to them laughing. Once again Jill gives me the big eyeroll and a biff in the ribs. Patrick and Heidi laughter as well, although neither one says anything to my comment about union and babies.

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

"Are we through for the dark or would you roast like a nice trip down to the beach or along Sunset cartoon strip ?"I ask.

"David, while this has been one of the best nights that I've had in quite a long clip, I do have work in the morning time. So, unfortunately, I must shout it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to withdraw Saint Patrick home base first then we will drop off Heidi. I see them fill their earphone out and exchange phone numbers. Jill looks at me and smile, my dolt plan worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limo head word towards Saint Patrick's stead. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm voicelessness in my ear to let her take the air him to the front door.

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his look door and they kiss. Not one of those I'm going to sleep together your wit out kiss, but a courteous adult end of the evening first engagement kiss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

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

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

"Thank you, David, this has been a wonderful evening. I think that Patrick and I are going to try and maybe meet for a lately coffee or a sweet one night this hebdomad,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. I am so very glad that my dolt programme 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 pudden-head ego. If you and Patrick become respectable supporter or hell 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 unscathed metre she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently happy my little programme worked.

When we got to Heidi's star sign, Fred holds the door give for Heidi. I get another osculation on the impertinence as she's getting out of the limousine. Jill and I watch her walkway to her front doorway where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the door and gets in the driver's bum to necessitate us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the necessary buttons to open up the logic gate, He stops the car by the straw man threshold and lets Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the court and heads back towards the limousine 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 push it over here and park it in the garage with everyone else's vehicle.

Jill and I go inside. We see several people either in the kitchen or in the TV room. They all ask Jill how the non-date engagement went. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a good equal. 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 duo do my darling,"I say to her.

I see Dakota sitting in another of my white tee shirts. I lean over her, snog her on the brass and tell her that I figure we should leave about 11 or so to head to the aerodrome. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is fix. I kiss her again and severalize her good nighttime. Jill and I head down the hallway to our bedroom.

I pull my rucksack out to use up with me just in case. I also put a dyad of short pants and a tee shirt in the backpack.

Jill sheds her wearing apparel and climbs into bed. I shed my own wearing apparel as well and get into bed with her. We embrace each other and kiss 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 morning ritual and a shower.

Once I was through with the shower, I went and got dressed. I grabbed my speech sound off the charger, grabbed my billfold, and my paint.

I was variety of excited as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the bedroom to the kitchen. well-nigh of the morning radical are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit surprised as Saint John the Apostle only seems to be eating a bowlful of cereal.

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

I see that someone left the TV on and I hear that the conditions in Seattle will be rainy. I remind Dakota to be sure to impart her cute raincoat and her skid trial impression shoe. She tells me that she already has them next to her overnight bag at the front threshold. She gets up and saunters over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her cute ass on my lap causing me to set out to get severely. She feels me and wiggles her ass a small more.

In my top dog, I figure since the flight prison term 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 packsack and heads towards his truck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking John to slow up down as she wants to get a cup of burnt umber to take with her. He just laughs and says he'll delay in the hand truck for her cute ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how much John has matured over the retiring few month and I think that he needs a new project to work on, however, I'm not sure what the appropriate labor might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID check project. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the towboat that we bought back to right condition. Paula is working on keeping the three limo company running smoothly. Donna has the birdcall center firing on all piston chamber. BJ is helping Jill on their stock certificate spiritual rebirth project. Danni is handling the front reception area just fine now that she is getting a lunch break. Tina and her Mom in capital of Arizona are feeding me unspoilt intel on the two edifice that we have bought down there. And, of course, Dakota is being the best assistant possible. Amy is running the mansion and keeping things in check. The two chefs are making everyone happy with their top-quality cooking. The porn twins and the CG boys are doing a Nice job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a fiend, trying to keep things going in the porn industry. Belinda is now seeing someone in the industry and that is ticket 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 fountainhead that he could be doing something more.

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

I looked at my cellphone and saw that I missed a text substance from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a wonderful eve and said that she and St. Patrick have a umber date in a duad of nights. This made me smile. I texted her back that I was well-chosen that they both hit it off well.

I headed back down the hallway to get a phone charger to take with me, just in case. 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 limo to take you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to break up me up a muffuletta from that wonderful Italian restaurant,"she tells me.

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

Dakota told me that the limo was expected to be here in about 15 min or so. I sat down on the couch in the living room to just think about John the Evangelist and wait for the limo. When I saw it pull up, I still had not figured out what to do with John. I called for Dakota ; she came bounding out of her bedchamber towards me.

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limousine. Once again, Fred stood with the gage room access unfastened. I tossed our pocketbook into the trunk and got into the back. Dakota came out and before she got into the limo, she kissed Fred on the face.

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 cheek and sat right next to me. Since she was in her common station, next to me, I felt her hand on my cock almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get severely with her hand stroking me. In just moments, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably wearisome dealings, I felt her unzip my fly and fish out my now hard cock. Her sass and mouth surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the shaft and read/write head of my humanness. I gently put my hand on the spinal column of her head. She swallowed me as she has done many clip before. I just laid my head back on the derriere as she bobbed her head up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her body up to be sideways on the limousine rump. I gently pulled her shorts aside to queer her moist pussycat. Inserting two fingerbreadth into her, I could find her oral cavity tighten around my cock swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two fingers inside of her pussycat, I used my ovolo to rub little round on her clit. This made her moan on my cock. I thrust it as deep into her lip as I could get. She swallowed my humanity as far as she could take it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her throat. She kept bobbing her mind up and down. As I kept pushing my fingers into her twat with rash abandon, she began moaning more and more on my humanness. I felt her getting bedwetter and wetter. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a one-third, then a fourth finger inside of her and thrust in and out repeatedly. My bridge player was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her for the first time pinnacle,"OH GAWD dada, I LOVE YOU SO much. I'M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU,"she says to me as I feel her cunt splash my hand and wrist.

She swallows my dick once again, but not until I feel her delicious pussy cramp around my hand again. As her trunk does this, I feel my own body approaching its orgasmic peak,"GAWD tinker's damn DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a gallon of my man juice into her accepting oral cavity. I pull my hired hand from her kitty and lick the tasty orgasmic juices off it.

She just smile at me and snuggles her drumhead into my chest as the limo sustenance moving towards the drome. Soon, Fred puts the privacy division down a span of inch to let us know that we are only about two hour away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two hour pass, Fred pulls the limo up side by side to the jet and gets out, opening the trunk first. I take both bags and put four $ 100 neb into his shirt pocket, even though he tries to politely go down the tip. I thank him for his hard work and remind him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

Dakota climbs the steps into the jet, and I follow her. I stow the two traveling bag in the overhead compartment, and we settle down onto the couch.

The hatchway door closes and the co-pilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her cute piffling shortstop and fishes my stopcock out of my gasp and impales herself on me as we accelerate down the runway and into the air. I have to say, that Dakota's kitty-cat going up and down on my humanness as we went down the runway was quite the dumbfound feeling.

It didn't take Dakota long before I felt her hit her first orgasmic peak. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronco. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the frame thrust my cock as deep into her as I could get. I put her small ankles over my shoulders essentially bending her in one-half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her pussycat splash my cock and ball over and over again.

Her middle were rolling into her drumhead as I was thrusting hard into her."OH daddy, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS shuffling ME FEEL SO WONDERFUL WHEN YOU'RE DEEP inside OF ME. claim 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 twenty-four hour period, but what we are both feeling right now is about the most amazing that I've felt in a couple of workweek, 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 chest. I begin kissing her and she responds. I stretch out on the lounge and she lays on top of me, just wrapping her arms around me and pulling herself tightly into my body. We exchange our ‘ I love you'and just lay all entangled on the sofa.

"Dakota, I'm at a loss. I don't know what project to give privy. He is doing well, but he seems to need something to do,"I tell her.

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

"Huh ?"I say.

"John has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to anticipate what you need. Let him wield you. I will be available to him, via phone at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your assistant for a unscathed workweek. This will reach 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 hone solution. I know that I'm going to fuck her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my shaft hardening once again.

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

"fountainhead, I'll probably be thinking of my dad the entire workweek. Who knows, I may even show up at the hawk just to get advantage of my Daddy in his spot, one never knows how my judgement works,"she says to me before we again kiss each other passionately.

I feel her delicious petty handwriting shedding my gasp once again. She sheds all her clothes this time and spins around putting her tasty pussy over my waiting mouth. I begin to lick and suck her cunt swallowing every drop of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, sup my backbreaking cock.

As I'm licking and sucking her twat, I move deeper and part drubbing and sucking on her cocksucker. I thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I can ca-ca it go. She roars with another orgasm blasting through her organic structure. I sit up and pull her around to look away from me. I spread her ass impertinence and stuff my manhood into her anal cavity. She moans as we begin to shove up and down on each former. Her body is splashing my crotch with her feminine juice. She cums over and over onto me. I just hold back 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 low lithe body onto my cock over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my crotch with her pussy juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a while. The pilot film comes onto the talker and lets us know that we are just a few minutes from landing. I hear the landing gear lock chamber into office. Dakota and I uncouple and get down to scavenge ourselves off with the towels that we have in the disk overhead storage locker towards the binding of the plane.

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

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

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet submit a downwardly Angle as we approach the runway. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her implements of war around me as the wheels touch the pavement of the rails.

"papa, maybe we can find soul to play with for the drive home,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a good idea, 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 slur, I see out the window that a limo is waiting for us. Of track, as the weatherman predicted, it is raining.

Once we are parked, the copilot opens the hatch and extends the stairs down to the ground. I grab both of our bags and follow my darling Dakota down the footprint to the limo. The driver takes the bags puts them in the trunk as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I hand the driver the kickoff territorial dominion office that I want to chat. She thanks me for having an name and address ready and she heads towards the district part.

It takes about half an hour to get to the address. When we arrive, the chauffeur parks the limo where I ask, away from the room access to the district power. Dakota and I get out of the limousine, each with our rain attire on, plus she has her cute non-slick rain boots on making her aspect cute.

We walk to the presence room access of the territorial dominion office. I open the door and let Dakota abuse inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she guide a seat. I begin to take the air through the elbow room, without anyone even saying a word to me. When I get to the dorsum of the room, I ask a dainty looking lady if there is anyone that I could talk to. She asks me what it would be about.

"fountainhead, I just walked through the total district office 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, mortal, to talk to. She gets up and heads towards a duad of guy cable chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

"Hello, may I help you ?"the gentleman asks.

"Yes sir, I was wondering why you don't have somebody to prevent me from walking through this district place. Where's your receptionist ?"I ask.

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

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

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

"Read the whole plug-in,"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 bang of the company that owns this company,"I say to him now getting annoyed.

"Oh, yeah, dismal. We don't get many visitor here,"he tells me.

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

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

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

"Now, if you would please accumulate all the district managing director in a conference room,"I tell him.

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

When I see everyone in the group discussion room, I ask the like guy if everyone is in there, he assures me they are.

I stride into the group discussion elbow room ; Dakota follows me and she sits in a chair in the corner with her assistant 's notebook computer out.

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

I get pretty often unison in a positivist headland nod.

"Well, at least I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the of import egress. We are a restaurant group. Which means that we work when our customers are not working. DOE everyone understand that ?"I ask.

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

"How many hours a week do you each employment ?"I ask.

Silence in the room.

"Would you say that you work the required 45 minute a hebdomad ?"I ask.

Again, silence.

"Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 60 minutes a week and before you begin to argue with me, I had paysheet pull up your timecards and all of you come into employment about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That's a total of 6 minute per day times 5 days a week equals 30 60 minutes,"I tell all of them. I see out silence since I included that I had payroll department pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your silence, that you don't disagree with my math. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will issue forth into the office at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an hr for dejeuner. You are not allowed to pass on at 4:30 pm and call that last hr your lunch. I also, expect each of you to wreak one Sat a calendar month. In stead of the Sabbatum, you will get Tues off. gentlewoman and gentlemen, we will work for a living and we will be useable to your general managers. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 hours a calendar week, then you might require to pass this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

"I have seen a continual diminution in our overall performance. 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 occupation that well,"a offspring man from down the table says to me.

"Please excuse,"I say to him.

"We have been leaving early and coming in late. You've hit it on the oral sex that we are a company that should be working when our customers are playing,"the untried man says to me.

"I'm sorry, I don't know your public figure,"I say to him.

"I'm Ralph Jones. I've been a territory manager for about 3 month,"he says to me.

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

"well, my territory cut-rate sale are flat to last year, however, we have two eating place that are in a state of turmoil as they are short staffed with at to the lowest degree two key management people missing. We also have one of those restaurants, in a roadwork area. The city of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the work will last until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be longsighted than that as they didn't even get started until three calendar week ago. Also, we have two eating place, that are severely understaffed, and I have put an ad in the newspaper and on the local job circuit card sites. We need at to the lowest degree a twelve line Captain James Cook and servers in those two restaurants,"he tells me. I'm really impressed with this guy. He knows where his territorial dominion's turn are and is willing to talk openly about it.

I pull up Mr. John Luther Jones'district numbers.

"Mr. Jones, I also see that your guest bank check average is the highest in the food market. Your managers have more tenure than anyone else in the food market. You came through the system starting as a channel cook and are now a dominion manager, being the General director of the class final stage class. You are well liked by your coach and they tell me in the every quarter survey that when you step into the eating house, you will spring in where needed to help the faculty,"I say to him, in front of the former district managers.

Once again, there is silence. I point to individual else and ask the Lapp motion,"What are your district's numbers ?"

"Um, they're OK. cypher exceptional. I have a couple of good restaurants, and a twosome of restaurants that need some help, But we'll get better with time,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"Dean McMillian,"he tells me.

I look him up on the organization and he's minute from the tush in virtually every family that we measure.

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

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

No one says a word.

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

Two bent of keys are tossed into the middle of the mesa and two guys stand up and start out to walk out.

"Gentlemen, thank you for making my job that much easier,"I say to them. They walk out of the room, stopping at their desks and leave the building.

"Anyone else want to toss their keys into the nerve center of the table,"I say. However, I see another two Guy that appear to be considering it. One of them stands up and says,"Yeah, I'm not going to bust my ass only for you to toss me out the room access in 90 sidereal day,"he says as he tosses his paint into the sum of the table and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just keep on 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 Hiram Williams ?"I ask. Mr. Jones excuses himself and walks out into the independent room of the territorial dominion part. He goes to three desks that have charwoman sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled look on their face.

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

"peeress, there have been three openings in our territory for three new handwriting hopefully hard-working district coach. Are all three of you willing to take on the job of being a district coach ?"I ask.

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

"No, I'm not kidding. Are you three will to take on the three districts that have just come open ?"I ask again.

They look at each other and nod their heads yes.

"OK, well, here's the new ruler. Your work agenda will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five 24-hour interval a hebdomad. However, one Saturday a month, you will work that Saturday and take Tuesday off instead,"I tell the three ladies.

"You will turn 45 60 minutes a workweek, at a minimum. You should do it your telephone number at any clip of the day or nighttime. You should stimulate your managers being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a handler tree in my back yard, so it is up to you to keep your eating house fully stocked with director,"I tell them.

"Oh, and one more than thing, don't be afraid to jump in when you go to one of your restaurants and they are unretentive staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unpredicted visit from prison term to clock time. I expect that your eating place will be running well, no matter if I'm there visiting or not. Take care of your staff and your client and things will get beneficial,"I tell them before I thank them for their time and leave.

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

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limo, I hand the chauffeur another strip of composition. This one is an address for a territorial dominion office outside of the urban center of Seattle, in a town called Kirkland. It is a suburb of Seattle. The trip from the first district office to the one in Kirkland takes about half an hour. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her raincoat and non-skid rainwater boots.

When we get there, a nice offspring lady, about college age stops me at the front line threshold and ask whom I'm here to see. I hand her my business add-in. She gets up and heads over to a gentleman's gentleman at a desk only a couple of rows back from her. She hands him my patronage plug-in. He gets up and adjusts his attire before he comes over to me.

He comes over and says,"Mr. Graham Greene, did I miss an email telling us that you were going to be in town visiting ?"He asks.

"No, no proclamation. Is it possible to get all the district director in a group discussion room ?"I ask.

The gentleman nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to head to a group discussion room in the middle of the back wall.

I join them all. Dakota takes a tush in the turning point of the room.

"Hello everyone, as you probably have heard, I'm David Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I thought I would hold on in to say hullo and ask if matter are going well,"I say to them.

No one speaks.

I point to a young lady and ask her name and her numbers for her district.

"My figure is Centaurium calycosum Gonzalez. I've been a district managing director for just over a yr, however, I've been working here for about 6 year now. My district is doing OK. We are having great invitee stay average. Our coach have been in place for at least one twelvemonth or farseeing. We are fully staffed at the restaurant, however, a couple of the restaurants need some physical repair, such as booth seats and flooring in a brace of spots. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to take in it more commodious to the carryout orders as we are all over the place. The faculty all work hard and only one of our social unit is having an consequence with roadwork in their area, causing publication with parking and accessibility,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

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

I announce my new plan for the territorial dominion director agenda. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 minute already, which makes me well-chosen. The only real change is to add the one Sat a month and have got them make the following Tues instead. No one seems to out of place about it. I am felicitous with the results of this territory. I thank them and leave alone the district office.

I tell the chauffeur to head back to the jet, which she heads towards. The drive through the dealings takes us about an hr to get to the jet. The entire sentence we are driving, the rain continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limousine by the steps and opens the trunk for us.

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

Once again, we sit on the lounge together. However, this time, we keep our wearing apparel on.

"pa, we didn't find anyone to play home,"Dakota says to me.

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

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

The flight of stairs household was uneventful. Dakota slept on my chest almost the entire trip. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limo. We grabbed our bags and walked down the tone. Fred took both of our suitcase and put them into the bole. He closed the doorway behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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