The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The Investigation Menachem Begin

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

The side by side morning when I woke up, I found myself in bed with both Jill and Dakota once again. Jill faced away from my back and Dakota was all snuggled into me with her cunning ass pushed up against my groin.

Once again, my vesica ruled my brain urging me to head to the bathroom. I quietly moved out of the bed and into the bathroom.

After finishing my good morning duties, I washed my manus and came out of the bathroom looking at my two lovelies still sleeping. I put on a pair of short circuit and a tee shirt and headed out to the kitchen grabbing my telephone set off the charger on the way out.

Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of juice and just sat at the kitchen tabular array seeing Bobby and Sammy still putting things away from yesterday's party. Looking at all they were still putting away, I just figured that my boy John would be in left-over heaven.

Both Jennifer and Sharon came out to the kitchen as well. Each one kissed me before they sat down. Bobby flicked the switch and the chocolate pot roared to life making both ladies smile.

As we sat there, I asked,"Ladies, is it me or has John been looking and acting much more mature ?"

Jennifer started,"Are you kidding us, David ? He's been trying so hard these past few month to emulate you that how could he NOT front and act Sir Thomas More mature. Holy crap, you are old enough to really be his sire, and for that, I am so thankful. Many times, when I hear Dakota call you ‘ Daddy'I think that maybe trick should be calling you the Lapp matter. You have done more for him in the past few months than his biological Father ever did,"she says to me with a big smile on her boldness.

Sharon adds,"Jeeze Saint David, he dresses like you, he shaves every day even on Sunday, he handles himself in a much more mature personal manner, he has shown you and Jill that he is really creditworthy and when times got a bit scary he buckled down and made sure as shooting all of us ladies were safety and secure, starting with Jennifer and Diane,"she says before leaning into me and giving me a kiss.

beholding Sharon do that, caused Jennifer to do the same.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 8 am. I had to think a moment as to what day it was, but then remembered it was Sunday. I heard a knock at the front door. Jennifer got up and went to the doorway, opening it carefully. A large man with half an unlighted cigar in his lip showed her his FBI identification. She asked why he was here, and he told her that he needed to speak to me. She called out to me.

When I reached the front threshold, I opened it wide and invited the gentleman inside. He declined and asked me to mistreat outside, which I did.

I saw several agentive role buzzing around taking pic and measuring.

"Hello, Mr. Greene. I'm Captain Perez. Washington sent me to plow the investigation of yesterday's shooting,"he told me.

"Well, Captain, it's David. Mr. Greene is my deceased beginner,"I tell him.

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI communications protocol requires me to shout you Mister until the compositor's case is wrapped up,"he explains which was the beginning time someone had rebuffed my attack to be called David, which I was fine with since it made sense.

"fountainhead, headwaiter. Let me ask, how are all your factor ?"Looking at him, causing me to squinch a bit looking towards the cockcrow sun.

I stepped a couple of footstep to his side to avoid looking into the sun. He turned with me and said,"All the agents are OK. The most serious one was factor Don…um…hold on for a s while I check my government note. Oh, here it is, Agent Don McHenry. Yes, he's fine. The hospital stitched him up and sent him home late final stage Nox,"he tells me.

I summon Sharon over and secernate her the news. She kisses me on the cheek and runs off to get her earpiece. In literally seconds, I see her chatting with soul, whom I assume is Agent Don. I see her grinning. She puts her earpiece down and comes back to me telling me she is heading over to his theater to ‘ take precaution of him'all the while she is smiling her big beautiful smile. I check with the skipper to realise sure as shooting it is OK for her to leave, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

She quickly heads off to alter apparel and go see factor Don.

Captain Perez begins,"Mr. Greene, I hope you understand that it's nothing personal, but you are a defendant as well,"he tells me in a solemn manner.

"May I offer your investigating some assist ?"I ask.

"How can you do that ?"

"I can make up you a DVD of all of our security measures cameras in just a few minutes if you are worry ?"I ask.

"Absolutely,"he tells me.

I invite him inside and he follows me to the security apparatus in the kitchen. He looks at the protection apparatus and nods his head in approval.

"Captain just give me a couple of minute and I'll have that DVD for you,"I tell him.

"Mr. Greene, do you take a copy of the other shooting your house took a couple of weeks ago as well ?"

"Of course, would you like a copy of that as well ?"I ask him. He nods his head in favourable reception. I wait for yesterday's shooting to be copied to the DVD magnetic disk before I callup the other shooting and begin to copy it as well.

I put the first DVD into a sort out case and paw it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a disk of inwardness out. Bobby begins to wrap up several steaks into a great part of tinfoil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 rib into two gravid patch of tinfoil When all the meat is wrapped up, they put the three opus of enclose meat into a paper bag and hand it to headwaiter Perez, who tries politely to refuse. They won't hear of it and push him to call for the report bag.

I just smile.

I ask him if he would like a cup of coffee, he declines to say that he needs to get back outside to superintend his guys and the investigation.

"Captain, may we discuss someone from the City Police for a duad of instant ?"I say as we are walking back towards the front door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are familiar with a City Police Lieutenant Vladimir Horowitz. I mean, I'm not certain if Special agent Fernandez made mention of him in his account or not,"I say to the Captain.

"Well, yes there were a duo of notational system about him, but what do you want to say about Lt. Vladimir Horowitz ?"He asks.

"Don't trust him. He's about as shady as a cop can get without getting booted off the forcefulness. It is my discernment that he is quietly being investigated by the US attorney,"I tell him.

"Well, Mr. Greene, it's more than just an probe, but I believe that he is on the sceptre of being indicted,"He tells me putting his digit to his backtalk indicating that I'm not supposed to say anything. I nod my head approbatory to know his asking for me to be still on the matter.

Once back outside, Captain puts his intellectual nourishment and the videodisk into his bureau vehicle. He reaches into his pocket and hands me his card. I see it has the Hoover construction address on it from DC.

"So, you're actually from DC ?"I ask.

"Yes, I am. There are places that are howling to last, but parts of DC are just as ghetto as some of the more long-familiar ghettos across the body politic such as Watts and South-Central LA. I live in Virginia, but I work in DC,"he tells me.

"well, I'm probably going to be stopping in DC sometime later this week. My company just bought a tower and I need to go visit it,"I tell him.

"Which tower ?"

"We bought the one that was owned by the kraft party,"I tell him.

"Oh, I hope you're going to clean that building up. It was built a little less than ten years ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is lots of money spent ensuring that construction stay clean and not bad in appearance, but not the kraft paper building. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking guardianship of it the import it became concern,"he tells me, which really surprised me that we would get such an true perspective of the building.

"fountainhead, it's no longer going to be called the Kraft building. We're renaming it the Eagle. We have renamed all of the towers that we bought after a razz of some sort,"I tell him.

"Where else did you buy ?"He asks.

"wellspring, here in LA, which we call the Hawk. One in Tampa, which we call the Flamingo, one in Madison Wisconsin which we call the Snowy Owl, and one in Toronto that we call the Blue Jay,"I tell him.

"That will be courteous to commute the gens to hold multitude the understanding that ownership has changed,"the Captain says.

"We're also looking at one in Atlanta, that if we get it, we will cry that one the Falcon and one in Phoenix that we will call the Cardinal, there's also a potency one in Dallas that we would call up the vulture,"I tell him.

He nods indicating he understands but asks,"I see some of the shuttle coincide with sports teams, battle of Atlanta, Toronto, and capital of Arizona. However, some don't make any sense,"he says to me.

"None of them are designed to be named after the variation franchise. They are named after birds that are indigenous to the city,"I tell him.

"Now that makes more sense. Such as Tampa being the Flamingo or Madison being the Snowy Owl,"he says smiling.

He reaches into his coat pocket and offers me one of his cigars."Do you like a safe cigar ?"He asks me.

"Why, yes. My first wife made me give them up. She hated the olfaction of them so instead of constantly arguing with her, I just quit them."I tell him.

He hands me the cigar, shakes my hand and goes back to check on his federal agent's forward motion on the investigation.

I turn and go back inside.

CHAPTER 2

I see Saint John is now up and eating. I just smile and giggle to myself. Bobby comes over to me and inquire how many steaks or ribs would I care to eat, or would I opt them to make me a regular breakfast ? I followed toilet's spark advance and took the ribs asking for 5 with some potato salad if there is any left.

"Any left, there's maybe 6 or 7 large bowls of potato salad available,"Bobby tells me. He begins to heat up up the ribs and headway to the big kitchen to get another bowl of white potato salad.

john isn't saying a Holy Writ ; he just keeps shoveling the food into his oral cavity. I see him with a glass of juice, no demand to ask what flavor the juice is.

As we sit there, a run-over looking fille scuff into the kitchen. She kisses John on the cheek and comes over to me to do the Saame thing.

"Good Morning, my don't we look all spiffy,"I say to her in a teasing manner.

"David, what day is it ?"she asks.

"Billy Sunday,"I tell her.

Her eyes get large and she says,"crap. Where are my clothes ? I have a shift at the eating house at 2,"she says in a much more unrestrained manner.

"ducky, I believe that your clothes are on the floor in the garage side by side to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Fri night,"I say to her smiling the totally time. This makes John Lackland hoot while eating.

Missy gets up and caput out to the garage. A few hour later she came back indoors and asked,"Um, how do I get out of the garage. The big door seems to be locked,"she says. I get up and follow her out to the garage. I undo the carabiner from the course and raise the door, pushing the open button. She starts her car and backs out telling me she will most definitely be back IF she's welcome. I tell her that she is always receive. As she is focusing on me, she almost runs over an FBI agentive role. I poke the button and give the front gate. She slowly drives her car through the logic gate and down the route. I close the gate as I see Captain Perez watching me.

I hit the clit to shut the garage room access and take the air back inside.

After John finishes, I ask him to elevate all the surety shutters to admit the sunlight into the theatre. He tosses his denture with the empty finger cymbals into the tripe and movement to the behind of the household to get raising the shutters. His phone buzzes.

"hi, this is John. No, you promised me that your measuring cat would be here today, not tomorrow. So, here's the design. If you are determined to not prove up until tomorrow, you will see the society who has taken your job. Otherwise, you have until 3 this good afternoon to have your measuring people here. Thank you and have a nice day,"he says without raising his voice or being filthy. I am very gallant of him. He's handling himself with great matureness and demeanor.

Dakota and Donna come scuffling into the kitchen, where Sammy pokes the button to fire up the coffee pot once again pouring out the now stale coffee.

It dawns on me that I haven't seen any of my tenants nor the CG boys since yesterday. I'm pretty sure I know where they all are but decide to get up and go check for myself. I walk out to the pool house first. I knock and one of the CG boys opens the door. I ask if everyone is ok inside, he assures me that both he, his first cousin and both twins are all right. I thank him and foreland over to the studio.

I knock on that threshold, but no one answers. I hear spokesperson inside. I quietly open the room access and footprint inside. There I see Allison with a camera on her berm and Belinda sitting upright with her back against a wall masturbating. She has a dildo that she is using to arrive at her pinnacle. Suddenly she stops. Allison asks,"What's the affair ? Why did you stop ?"

Belinda just raises her arm straight out from her massive dresser to point at me. I say,"I'm sorry, I guess I caused that,"causing Allison to jump but not drop the television camera as she wasn't expecting anyone to lecture behind her.

I offer my armed service to help Belinda reach that all baffling climax. She nods in approval. I move over to her and pull on her legs sliding her body down to be flatcar on the solid ground. I lay between her stage and begin to lick her fair sex ; I only get a few minutes in before there is a bash at the studio apartment door. I here John announce himself asking if I was in there.

Allison tells him that I am, but I am rather busy currently, which makes Belinda smile as she begins to writhe her hips to my licking.

"Um, I'm sorry, but Special Agent Fernandez is inside in the living room wanting to speak to you,"he says through the door. Allison opens the door and I invite him inside.

"Saint John the Apostle, maybe you could finish what I have started since Special broker Fernandez's timing is rather poor,"I say getting up from between Belinda's stage and pass over my face off with a towel I see on the counter. I head out pulling the door closed behind me and manoeuvre inside. Once I was inside the business firm, I saw limited Agent Fernandez standing by the straw man door with an gasbag in his hand.

"Special Agent Fernandez, what do I owe the social occasion ?"I ask.

"I'm just stopping by to give you this from the US Attorney,"he says to me as he hands me the envelope.

I open it and see yet another stay inside. This one is for $ 250,000. I just stimulate my head.

"Is there a problem,"Fernandez asks me.

"No, no problem. You keep bringing me unexpected checks,"I say to him causing him to smile.

I offer him food, which he politely declines. I thank him and he leaves. I stand there looking at the check trying to visualize what else to do with this money. I take it down the hall to Jill. I hand her the chip and smile.

"Nice,"Jill says looking at the check.

I got to thinking about how I had stopped reading Bob's diary. I looked for the one that I had started. I found it in the living elbow room, future to the couch on an end mesa. I picked the leger up and settled into the couch to interpret some more. One point that I saw which interested me was a street sign company. Bob made a proficient point that most if not all street signs seem to be universal. As he put it in the book of account,"A stop signal is just that no matter where it might be posted in the US,"making musical note that it is potential for a society to bid on DOT contracts and make and embark to the various fix the signs.

I find a pen in the ring-binder of the al-Qur'an and circle this theme.

I hear a crash in the kitchen. I get up and question to the kitchen to see an hinder Donna looking at the plate she dropped. Sammy is already getting the broom and dustpan to strip up the mess.

"Don't worry about it, Miss Donna. We do this all the fourth dimension,"Bobby tells her. I say to Donna and Dakota to not proceed as there is field glass everywhere. Both of them pick their pes up and put them on the round of the chair.

Sammy is working diligently at sweeping up all the glass and dumping it into the trash.

As John works his way around the crushed storey of the sign of the zodiac, Diane comes out and begins to facilitate him. I see them stealing buss here and there, which I find rather cute. It dawns on me that I have not asked Dakota how well St. John the Apostle is doing with the new job of being my assistant.

"He's doing quite well, Daddy,"she says to me.

"And, you, how are you doing ? I'm not stressing you, out am I ?"I ask, worrying about both bathroom and her pregnancy.

"No. He's listening and following directions. He's starting to anticipate, which is skilful,"she says to me.

Amy now arrives, with both Donna and Dakota telling her that there is glass on the kitchen story. This prompts Amy to go get the emptiness. She hands it to Sammy who plugs it in and turns it on.

After just a twain of minutes, Sammy has the total floor vacuumed and he wraps up the cord and hands it back to Amy.

I put the journal from Bob into a drawer in the kitchen and chief to my spot to log onto my computer.

When I get there, I see my gorgeous wife already working.

"Hey there beautiful, when did you get up here ?"I ask.

"Oh, about an hr or so ago. Rob sent us an email that you need to read,"she tells me, making me a bit nervous.

I turn on my laptop and get prepared for Rob's email. Once loaded up I read the heading,"risk testament ROBINSON, DANGER,"I smile because I know of Rob's love for old TV show, such as ‘ Lost In Space ’.

I open the email and it reads,"Well, as you anticipated, I found several one-time employees that have not been terminated off the system. Three of the horse tracks that you sold have all their employees still participating in our system of rules. I terminated all the employees from the horse path. Out of oddity, did you acquire any gambling casino ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own THREE casinos. One in Oklahoma, one in Florida, and one in Grand Canyon State. The three amount of more than 3,000 employees. I have made a lean of them but call for your counseling on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

"CASINOS, really ?"I say out forte causing Jill to stop and inquire what's wrong.

"wellspring, we apparently now own three cassino. Oklahoma, FL, and Arizona,"I tell her.

"How did we acquire them ?"Jill asks.

"I have no earthly idea. I have Rob looking into it,"I tell her.

"You're not overloading Rob, are you ?"She asks.

"Um, well I don't know. I sent him about 20 or so people from the war hawk, but I'm not indisputable where we are on the former mathematical group,"I reply.

"Let's call him, right now,"she says.

Jill picks up her mobile phone phone and dial up Rob.

"Hey Rob, it's me, Jill. David and I are concern that we may have overloaded you with this project. Are you doing OK ?"She asks.

"Well, kind of. I mean the group that David sent me from the Hawk was a immense help, but now finding these four gambling casino,"he says before I stop him.

"FOUR ? I thought you said there were only three,"I say with him on speakerphone.

"wellspring, they are in three states, but there are four casino. One in Oklahoma, one in Florida, and two in genus Arizona. One near Tucson and one in Phoenix,"he tells us.

My thinker races towards Tina and her being in Phoenix with her mother.

Jill thanks Rob for his knockout workplace and ends the call. I suggest,"Hey, since we will be traveling this week, why don't we stop over in Phoenix to visit Tina and check on this casino that we own,"I say to Jill. She readily agrees.

CHAPTER 3

I see another e-mail that interestingness me. It's from Roger. It reads,"I heard about the shooting at your home. I guess the muggins are stupefied, shooting up a political party that is full of FBI agents and their family line. You need to set a plan in place when something like this happens, whether you are at the house or not. You may not be the mark as you have three ladies who are fraught. The bad guys may think that your weakness is through them,"he writes.

I reply that I agree with his belief that they may point the three pregnant dame, but I joke ‘ guess they haven't met Dakota yet ’.

As I sit at my laptop computer, staring at the screen, I look over to Jill who isn't showing her pregnancy yet. I shrug my shoulder joint and go back to reading emails.

I check the email number and see that there are 311 emails. I round up the I that are duplicate and edit them before I begin to read the unity labeled ‘ read-only ’. My project is to read and erase them, getting my e-mail box empty. It takes about two hours to read all the emails.

"Hey, Hun, what do you think about getting whoremonger a motortruck of his choice ? I think that he is getting frustrated with riding in Diane's car all the time. I was thinking of maybe a Ford excursion. I don't want him to have a tone arm as everyone he knows will always ask him to help them move their material,"I tell her.

"I think that is a rattling idea. Have you come up with anything for Dakota yet ?"She asks me.

"No,"I say to her.

We go back to working on our computers. About an time of day later Jill exclaims,"There, my email box is now hollow !"She says with a glee in her voice.

It is just over a half hour before my email inbox is also empty-bellied. We both finish our laptop and principal downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a small sherd of Methedrine all the way out into the dining room. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our first aid kit oblation to take care of this for me. She squirts it with hydrogen peroxide, drying it with a piece of cotton wipe and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ hullo puss'Band-Aid. This garners respective hoots and scuttlebutt from the grouping. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ Hello pussy'Band-Aid.

As usual, Dakota did a hunky-dory job of taking tutelage of me. It is still bothering me that I haven't thought of something for Dakota yet.

I look around and resolve to pull together everyone that is inside the home currently.

"Hey, can I get everyone into the TV room please ?"I ask.

It takes a few proceedings, but once I see everyone I begin.

"wellspring, I've spoken with Roger though e-mail and we have concluded that we need some plans put in place regarding this planetary house and a nation of lockdown. First, let me start with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a seat on the floor, no affair where they are. The closemouthed ones to any windows will poke the button to strike down the security shutters. Those who have a carry permit will find their firearm, attaching it to their hip until the whole event is over,"I tell everyone. I see virtually all the group nodding their head up and down indicating yes, they understood.

"Now the tougher scenario. If Jill and I are gone, but John the Evangelist is here. He becomes in explosive charge. No one leaves and no one enters the house, except for law enforcement. Everyone knows that I'm not a fan of Lt. Vladimir Horowitz, so do not let him inside no thing what he says. This is a private residence and he is not welcome. Should both trick and Dakota not be here, then any of the four peeress Donna, Paula, Jennifer, or Sharon are to be in charge. If I call anyone and tell them to use code 69, I expect that the house is to be locked down no matter what. Does anyone not sympathize what I've described ?"I ask.

No one has anything to say.

"Alright, time for a quiz,"I say to some surprise faces.

"If Jill and I are here and there's an incident outside, who's in charge ?"I ask.

Paula raises her hand to answer the question,"Um, You and Jill are in electric charge. We are all to get on the floor. If you happen to be by a window, then it is your responsibility to drop the security system shutters,"she says.

"THAT'S right field !"I say happy to hear that at to the lowest degree one person is listening.

"If John is here, who's in explosive charge if Jill, Dakota, and I are not here ?"I ask.

Again, Paula raises her script,"If you three are not here, then John is in complaint,"she tells every one of us.

What does encipher 69 mean ?"I ask.

Once again, Paula with the resolution,"It means, no thing what is going on, to put the firm into lockdown,"she tells all of us.

"Now, anyone OTHER than Paula…. What happens if lav, Dakota, Jill and I are not here but there is an incident outside ?"I ask.

I see Paula wanting to kindle her deal, but she keeps it down. Finally, Donna result,"Then either Paula, Sharon, Jennifer, or I are in guardianship,"she tells everyone.

"THAT'S CORRECT,"I say out loud.

Paula still gets to point something out."Jacques Louis David, what if all four of us are here ? Who's in boot then ?"She asks.

"Use your scoop judgment,"I tell everyone.

"One terminal question, whom here have I not bought a car for ?"I ask, seeing Jill act a bit nervous.

John, Donna, Diane, Marcus, Amy, miss, Danni, and dawn. I do the mental math in my head, ‘ this should spend the $ 250K and maybe even a bit more ’.

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a knock on the straw man door. Again, Jennifer opens it to see chieftain Perez complete with his half a cigar that he is chewing on.

"I'm here to tell Mr. Greene something,"he tells Jennifer.

I come to the room access,"Hello headwaiter,"I say to him.

"I just wanted you to know that the US Attorney has cleared you of being a suspect and she Thanks you for the two videodisc helping our investigation,"he tells me.

We shake hired hand and he says as he is leaving,"Ever make it to DC and we can go have a beer and a cigar together,"smiling the whole time.

"We should be there either Tuesday or Wednesday, so you're not going to get rid of me THAT easily,"I say to him smiling as well.

He goes back outside and begins wrapping up the group of FBI agents, sending them home or back to the office. Once they are all gone, the courtyard looks nice with no agents buzzing around it.

As I close the front door, I hear John ask,"Hey, is there any Sir Thomas More steaks left ? I'm hungry,"he says smiling and causing a few giggles from some of the ladies.

There is a knocking at the front threshold again. I open it to see the guy from the Ice truck.

"Um, sir I have to report that there is a couple of jam in the slope of our truck,"he tells me.

I step outside and walk over to the truck. He points to not one but two holes. I notice that there is a third jam that he had not seen. I tell him that I'll have my insurance take maintenance of it, truth be known, I'll have the multitude who repair our limousine for Negro Car and Happy, Happee limo take fear of the truck.

"I'll go along the keys then, to get the truck repaired,"I tell them. We shake hands and off he goes in a waiting vehicle that is in the street outside the strawman gate.

I head inside and ask John and Marcus to complete emptying the ice truck into the many coolers that still tune the exterior of the house by the two kitty. I direct him to get the dolly from the garage which he does to carry all the bags through the house and out to the poolside area. The CG cat see what is going on and join in to assist,

Sammy doesn't heat up any steaks for privy as he is working on emptying the ice truck.

toilet does mark,"Saint David, you remember we have those big deep-freeze in the big kitchen and the tierce kitchen. Maybe we should make full them first to keep and use the ice instead of putting them in the tank and losing the ice."

"Saint John, that's a smashing melodic theme ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the tank outside. In fact, maybe leave a pair of bags to the twin in the pond business firm. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes John to smile even though he knows that the CG boys are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and King John get loading the dolly with handbag of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need More than one dolly, so I text Dakota to rescript a couple more dollies, the type that the beverage seller use. They fold out to carry much more than just the regular standup dolly. She texts back her usual ‘ K ’.

I decide to head out to the ice truck to see just how many bags of ice still remained in the rear. As I peered around the room access, I see maybe 200-300 purse still stacked up. I shook my foreland knowing that all of this won't fit in the two freezers, but maybe John or Marcus can stack them to take a majority.

As I come back around the back of the truck, a car sits at the logic gate honking its horn. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the logic gate's electronic panel, poke the appropriate buttons and the gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a candy kiss. I poke the necessary buttons to close the logic gate and call up that maybe we need to have the gate company occur and put different four-digit code into the electronics so trusted masses, such as Dr. Ronda don't need me or anyone to let her in the gate.

Ronda parks her car, but I tell her that I would rather she park in the service department. I head inside the house to open a garage door. Ronda pulls her car into the garage, parking right where young woman had her car parked.

It dawned on me that maybe I need to buy Ronda a new car as well. Her car isn't all that old, but it does have some mileage on it and as she seems to make Chateau calls, some for work, some for play maybe she needs a better one as well.

Once I get into the garage, I poke the push button, the service department room access closes behind her. I open her driver's door to serve her step out. She puts her weaponry around me and kisses me passionately.

When we break from our kiss I ask,"I'm guessing you're not here for work then,"I say smiling.

"wellspring, actually I'm here for both piece of work and play if that's alright with you,"she says smiling back at me.

"Then let's get the work out of the way,"I say.

We go inside. I have my arm around her as we stop in the kitchen and see Jill and Dakota sitting quietly drinking their coffee.

"Hey dame, look what I found outside,"I say with a big cheesy smile plastered on my face.

Ronda goes over to each of them and kisses them and asks,"Is there any more of that delicious coffee I smell ? I haven't had any burnt umber since I left the hospital early this morning,"she tells us. Sammy begins to pullulate her a cup asking if she needs emollient or sugar.

"If I need ointment, I know who to get it from,"she says smiling at me. This causes a giggle among the ladies sitting in the dining expanse.

Ronda has her coffee in one helping hand and takes my hired man to lead me to my own bedroom. I hear the ladies joke saying,"Guess she needed some cream for her umber,"causing all of them to giggle again.

Stupidly, I stop her before we get to the chamber."Hey, I thought you were here for some piece of work,"

She stops and turns around saying,"Oh, you party pooper. I'll go handle my work then you're mine,"she says with a fishy minuscule smile.

Ronda goes back to the kitchen, where she had set her doctor bag down. She asked for Jill first. She put the blood pressure cuff on her, listened to her heartbeat, and asked several questions before declaring that Jill was moving along just fine with her pregnancy.

After Jill, she moved on to Diane. Once again, she put on the blood pressure cuff, listened to her breathing, but since Diane was farther along than Jill, she also listened to her paunch before she declared that everything appears to be fine with Diane.

Now, it was Dakota's good turn. Originally, she fussed a bit but finally relented. This made me rum as to why she would fuss.

Ronda started the same way, blood pressure turnup, listening to her beat and respiration, and asking respective questions. It took several more minutes before Ronda told us that she would wish Dakota to get some blood line tryout run, the Oklahoman the better.

Now, I was concerned."What's going on Doc ?"I asked.

"Oh, I don't think it's anything, but she tells me that she is very hit and escape in taking her prenatal vitamins. David, she needs to take them regularly they don't help her sitting in the bottle,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a moment and ask,"Energy Department she have to take them with food or can she just take them anytime ?"

"If she takes them in the morning, on an empty stomach is best or maybe even with a modest glass of water system. If they are making her sick to her tum then take them at bedtime with a small snack,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a present moment before I tell Bobby and Sammy,"gentleman before Dakota gets one fall of coffee, she must take her prenatal vitamin. This is important to me bozo,"I say to them. Both chefs acknowledge what I have told them and agree.

Dakota answers,"That's just mean pappa. No umber without me taking my vitamins, mean, just plain stitch stand for,"causing everyone around us to giggle. Bobby and Sammy are quite the gentlemen and don't say a word.

Once Ronda is done with her doctorly obligation, she puts her equipment back into her doctor bag, zips it closed and takes me by the bridge player once again taking a huge gulp of her chocolate, emptying the cup. This makes for another of the ladies at the dining room mesa to quip once again,"Guess she doesn't want the cream for her coffee berry, maybe she just likes the penchant of his cream,"causing to a greater extent giggles, however, now it turns to laughter.

Ronda pulls me down the hallway to my bedroom.

Once inside, she instructs me to sit on the bed with my back to the wall. I am expecting one of her delightful cock sucking, but quite to my surprise, she sits on the bed facing me with all her dress on.

"David, do you call back telling me that we would make a tremendous baby together ?"She asks.

"Of course of study, I do."

"Were you serious or were you just saying something overnice to me ?"She asks with a serious face on her face.

"I was serious then and am still good saying it even today. Is this what your asking ? If I will pee a baby with you ?"I ask her in a serious manner.

"wellspring, sort of. I see pregnant cleaning woman every day and, in my head, I hear the tick-tock of my baby making class going by faster and faster. I know you have two tike on the way already with Jill and Dakota. But I just can't get you out of my head. You are everything that I want in the Father of my child. You are smart, you are better-looking, you make thoroughly decisions, you mentor John telling me that you would be a fantastic parent. Why can't I shake this feeling about you ?"She says with her eyes welling up.

I reach out and deplume her into me for a firm but a gentle hug. We just sit together in each other's arms for quite a while.

"favorite, I love you as well. However, there is someone in this equivalence that you need to get permission from. I would roll in the hay to get to a sister with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's permission. There are lots of affair that I don't need her permission for, including us playing, but to make a minor, that is something entirely different,"I say to her as I'm hugging her.

"I know, I know. But before I go and humiliate myself in front of her by asking, I wanted to assure that you were still a willing participant,"she says to me without even looking up from my chest.

"Ronda, obviously we have chemistry. I hear it from Dakota all the time that she sees the way we look at each early, more like lovers than period of play better half,"I say to her.

I continue on,"Darling, I am more than willing to produce a fry with you. You are many things that near men would want. You're beautiful, you're a sexual dynamo, you are sassy, you are hardworking, you have a philia inside you, and your still reasonably young."The hold out comment gets me a scoke in the ribs from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably Edward Young ?"She asks.

"wellspring, you aren't in your too soon twenties, but you're not as old as Mom either,"which gets me another biff from Ronda.

"Keep it up funnyman,"she says to me.

"Ronda, I do love you, there's no denying it. But I worry that you will experience neglected to be numeral three in my life. Have you thought about that ?"I ask.

"More than I care to allow. In my brain, I think that I can just heighten our tike as a single parent and if you participate then it only welfare our tyke, if you choose to not take part then I've lost nothing since I'm acting as a unmarried parent,"she tells me before raising up to kiss me passionately.

"Darling, you won't have to grow our small fry alone. hellhole, move into the Chateau with us and trade your home. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be other pregnant fair sex here as well. In fact, the whole Chateau will be overrun with children by succeeding Halloween,"I tell her. This makes her grin.

"Would you really want me to move in here ? And, what about all the shot that have gone on here lately ?"Ronda asks.

"Yes, I would be intimate for you to run in here. As for the shot, well, the FBI is all over it. In summation, I'm putting a twosome Thomas More security thing in place,"I tell her trying to piddle her flavor safe about coming here.

"Is that all you have to ask me ? If I want to cause a baby with you ?"

"Yeah, now I got to go humiliate myself with Jill begging for you to constitute a child with me,"she says in a defeated tone.

"dearest, this isn't let's make Ronda feel bad. the pits, I'll go with you if you would like. I just want her OK before I create another child,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be right ; I do find something kin to the interpersonal chemistry between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a unassailable place in my warmness over Ronda.

"Um, no. I think that this is just something that I need to do by myself,"she says to me. This causes her to get out of bed and leave the elbow room. I frown a bit hoping that we would at least play before she went looking for Jill.

I get up and head back out to the kitchen where I was greeted by a twain of the madam checking their complex quantity sentinel saying,"WOW, papa that really was a quickie,"causing the dame to flare with giggles and some laughter.

CHAPTER 4

As I approach the kitchen, I see Ronda and Jill sitting and talking at the table, holding hands.

I get summoned over to the tabular array, which makes me nervous.

Jill begins,"David, are you volition to make a sister with Ronda ?"

"Well, only if you give your favorable reception. There are few things that I seek your permission for but this is certainly one of them,"I say to Jill.

"Darling, if you're willing, I'm alright with it. Plus, she could move in here with all of us since we now have lost a couple of multitude, like Kim and Kay,"she says.

As I am standing there, Mom and Fred come walking hand in manus around the corner.

"What's going on ? Is David being put in time-out for doing something untimely,"Mom asks giggling as she asks ?

"No Mom, nothing like that, although maybe we should put him on restriction and get hold of away his miniature,"Jill replies giggling as she says this to Mom. This again causes some laughter from the madam sitting at the dining elbow room table.

"Then what is it ?"

"Dr. Ronda wants to induce a sister with David,"she says.

"THAT'S ALL ? Hell, who here doesn't want to have a baby by David ?"Mom says laughing.

Mom continues,"I only hope the baby is made the old-fashioned way and not this new-fangled test-tube manner,"Mom quips.

"No, no test-tube. Just champaign ole sex and I'm pretty trusted my David will need good advantage of trying to create the baby every chance he gets,"Jill says giggling some more.

Ronda stands up, releasing Jill's deal and comes over to me taking my deal and saying,"C'mon lover, we have a baby to wee,"smiling the unanimous time.

She pulls me through the household to my bedroom once again. We both get on the bed, albeit we strip before getting on the bed.

"David, make love to me,"Ronda says in a romanticist tone.

"Absolutely, my Darling River,"I say to her.

We begin kissing and nibbling on each other. I hear her saying over and over,"Oh gawd you make me so hornlike,"as she begins to nibble on my ear.

Although I was disappointed a few minute ago, now I was hard as a rock and chose to hop pleasing her orally and run right into fucking her, or as she put it, making beloved to her.

I slide my hip between her second joint lining up my manhood with her opening. I gently push just a minuscule bit of my cock into her wetness. She moans as I begin to record her. I feel the wetness her woman is creating around my cock.

Slowly and gently, I keep pushing my shaft into her kitty-cat. It doesn't take very long before I'm fully inside of her. We begin our poking in unison. She whispers in my ear,"I will love you forever,"barely audible.

"Our sister will be beautiful just like you,"I say back in her ear. She smiles at me as our thrusting selection up.

We match each former's thrusting before I hear her reaching her first crest,"OH MY GAWD DAVID, I SO making love YOU,"telling me as she cums hard for the world-class orgasm.

As I'm thrusting into her, out of the corner of my eye, I see we have gained a crowd. Jennifer, Amy, and Dakota are all watching Ronda and I go at it.

Continuing to thrust into her again and again, she peaks once again."GAWD David, YOU brand ME CUM SO darn HARD,"as her eyes roll back in her head.

"DARLING, HERE I CUM, LET'S shuffle THAT baby,"I say to her as I shoot all I have into her waiting and accepting womanhood.

Once I have cum so hard, I find that I am worn out. I roll off of her and just lay there with her head on my chest.

I hear the noblewoman say,"See, I told you. He makes a woman cum at least twice before he lets himself orgasm. Pay up ladies,"Dakota says with her paw stretched out waiting for money.

"wait on a second, now you lady are betting on me ? What am I a horse, this ain't no Kentucky derby,"I say astonished that now I'm being bet upon. Of course, it's all Dakota's doing.

I see money being put into Dakota's hand, she closes it and giggles. She comes over to me and pats me on the head like an owner pats their favorite dog."Nice boy, you made momma some money,"smiling as she said that.

Something in my head made me think about tomorrow being Monday. I ask everyone to channelize back to the TV room once again. I see a span of eye rolls, but everyone heads back there.

I put some shorts on and my usual white tee shirt and fountainhead to the TV room as well, dragging Dr. Ronda behind me.

When I turn the corner, I see Dakota and Jennifer herding everyone back into the TV room.

I stand at the doorway to the room,"Tomorrow is Monday. I would like for everyone to go to their jobs as common. We won't be deterred from our normal routines. Those who are here, need to insure the protection camera from time to meter. Tomorrow I'm going to approach the City Council to see if they will sell me the road that leads to our theater, maybe they'll just be felicitous that there is one less road that they will have to maintain and let me have it for a reasonable monetary value,"I tell everyone.

John and Marcus come into the TV room all sweaty. They have completed their task and the ice hand truck is now abandon. Dakota begins dialing up for a truck size tow hand truck to fare to nibble up the ice motortruck and train it over to the home that all the limos get fixed.

It dawns on me that if the slug didn't come out the other side, then maybe headwaiter Perez would want to send his forensics team out to fish out the slugs.

After I say my words about not changing tomorrow's normal duty, I dial up Captain Perez.

"howdy, this is Perez,"he says answering the phone.

"chieftain, this is Saint David Greene. It occurs to me that the ice truck in my courtyard might have two or three fastball in it. There are three bullet train kettle of fish, so if they didn't come out the other side, your forensics squad may be capable to retrieve them,"I say to him.

"I'll send them right over. They should be there in about an hour or to a lesser extent,"he tells me.

"We'll be surely to look for them,"I say.

We end the call.

"What's that noise ?"I ask.

John replies,"That's the measuring team for the windows, apparently they listened when I told them to be here before 3. Now they are measuring every window,"he says smiling.

"Nice oeuvre, John,"I say to him.

"Daddy, are we dismissed ?"Dakota asks.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed,"

Ronda leans in and gives me a osculation, causing Dakota to come over and do the same.

"Remember, take your antepartum vitamins or no chocolate,"I say to her smiling. She playfully slaps me on the berm before kissing me and walking away swinging her precious ass at me.

Bobby comes around the corner and asks me if it was OK to hold this evening taco-night. I told him it was fine. He said that he and Sammy have differing meat seasoning and would like everyone to try each one and make them a preference.

In my brain, it sounded like fun.

"Hey guys, do we induce all the trimmings in the house, or do we need to make a market entrepot run ?"I ask.

"We have everything including hard-shell and cushy taco shells,"Sammy tells me.

I was thinking that this could be a fun nighttime."Be sure to denote to everyone that tonight is greaser night. Oh, and I hope I don't have to state you that lavatory will probably eat a dozen or more tacos,"I say to the chefs.

"We're already prepared for him,"Sammy replies.

"Nice !"

Bobby and Sammy both go around telling everyone that tonight is Taco Billy Sunday night and there will be a contest that everyone needs to participate in. I see everyone's eyes brighten up, including my Modern lover/baby manufacturing business Dr. Ronda.

"shot I'll have to enjoy the spicy intellectual nourishment before I'm pregnant,"Ronda says to me.

Mom does ask Bobby if the spicery can be toned down a bit for her as her belly doesn't take to spicy intellectual nourishment all that well. Bobby tells her that they have already figured that and will draw a pocket-size dissever pan of pith with virtually no seasoning which made her smile.

I look around and take stock of the good things that are happening here.

The CG boy are dating pornography Twin Falls. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want sister from me. Diane is fraught with toilet's baby and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are wonderful char who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio business. BJ and Danni are fantastic sexually charged women that are both beautiful as well as being smart. girl will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to meet with. Belinda seems to be working hard with Allison as well. break of the day has fit in well here and her cleaning service has taken the load off Amy to run the house. The two chefs are funny in plus to being wonderful cooks. lavatory, well he is my protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the passage from being a kid in Diane's crew that just always said ‘ ass'to a mature young man that accepts province and has a much more mature demeanor.

Amy has really begun to wave in the persona of keeper of the house. Getting the cleansing service was perfect. Now she can center on just running the star sign and not being a slave to it.

And then there is Mom. She's beautiful, she's sexually a dynamo. Clearly, she and Fred have found some sort of felicity. Mom usher me when I find myself in a difficult billet. I am very glad to have brought her to the W slide and helped her sell her close residence in the Hamptons, for which she got the highest quantity of money ever sold by a non-beachfront property.

Fred, who started out by being Jill and my personal chauffeur, but now has some sorting of relationship going on with Mom. He remains the unemotional person gentleman always looking out for the sept's refuge. His two nephews have been fantastic guarding the rook mindset. Now that they are dating the smut twins, I'm sure that their cognisance of protection will amp up when need be.

Mark Newberg's loss and his nieces Kim and Kay choosing to move out disappointed me. Tina moving away to her Mom's house in Phoenix made sensory faculty, but still bummed me out a bit.

Thinking about Tina made me retrieve that we will send away in on Tina and check on her on the way back from our East Coast/Tampa trip.

I checked with Dakota to make sure as shooting everything was set up with the jet for an betimes dawn Tuesday departure. We discussed going to DC first, then down to Atlanta to see this building that Jennifer is trying to wee-wee a muckle on, and then on to Tampa. On the return, we will stop unpredicted in phoenix to throw a feeling in on our Tina.

I know that when Dakota gets further along with her pregnancy, she really won't be going anywhere, but still, I want her to suffer time with the new baby, our baby.

Thinking about our three pregnant ladies, Diane is the first due in mid to late May. Dakota is next to be due in late June. Jill due after the fourth of July and now, if I get Dr. Ronda significant before Christmas, she'll be looking at an Aug or Labor Day due date. I laughed at my own prank ; she goes into labor on Labor Department Day.

CHAPTER 5

As dinner time approached, Bobby and Sammy gathered us all to come up to the dining room table. No one was storm that John had his ass in a chair before anyone else. Although when Diane walked up to the table, Saint John jumped up and pulled out a chair for her.

I pulled out three chairs. One for Jill, one for Dakota, and one for Dr. Ronda. privy just sat there smiling being grateful that he only has one peeress pregnant.

Bobby and Sammy announced that dinner was served. He made it clear that the ladies all get to go first. I looked around and didn't see Mom nor Fred. I sent Paula after them thinking that maybe they didn't hear the management to get along to taco Sun. Paula went down the hallway and came back seconds later telling all of us that she ‘ was busy ’. We all laughed as the ladies got up and made their greaser.

The hard-crispy shells were going at a rate of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded lettuce, diced tomato plant, sour cream, Cheddar and Monterey Jack cheeses all shredded, both fresh and pickled jalapenos, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, various hot sauces, a red-pepper based counterspy and a gratifying tangy sauce.

As promised, they had a separate pan of meat for Mom with virtually no spice in it.

Diane took a small amount of both dower of meat and made two similar tacos, both with the flour tortilla. She put meat, lettuce, diced tomatoes, and shredded cheddar cheese cheese. She also took a spoonful of the mango-lime salsa, which she said tasted like aught that she has ever had. That made both chefs smile as did me.

Jill and Dakota must have taken eating classes from John the Evangelist. They both took 4 crunchy taco shield each. Two racing shell for each meat. They put the meat in the plate then covered it with the fixture that they wanted.

John, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the porn Twin Falls, the CG boys, and Allison might be. John and I both got up and went outside. can went to the twin's doorway telling the four of them that it was taco night and that their presence was being missed at the dinner board.

I headed over to the studio. Again, I knocked and once again no answer. I opened the door quietly to see Allison on the front end of the tv camera with Belinda holding the tv camera. Once again, it was a masturbation scene. I just stood there watching until Allison noticed me and stopped.

"David, you have the worst timing, I was almost there,"she says to me.

"I'm sorry dame, but dinner party is served and your presence or lack of it is detectable. It's Taco William Ashley Sunday and the chefs would like you to participate in their niggling contest about who's seasoning is better,"I tell them smiling. This makes Allison get up and Belinda put the camera down on the sofa. They both walk with me back to the main house.

Once we are back inside, I see the porn twins with the CG boys all sitting together. They don't think that I see it, but each twain is holding the bridge player of their partner. I just smile as I walk by them.

Allison and Belinda each go get themselves a shell taking caution to try both types of kernel. They fix themselves a greaser each. I see Jill and Dakota already on their third wetback and yet, John hasn't even had one greaser yet.

Once all the ladies have food in front of them John the Evangelist bounds up like someone set his ass on fervidness. He heads over to the greaser bar and takes not 4, not 6, but 8 gruelling eggshell and begins filling them with meat and mending. Jennifer, John's Mom, makes light of John's sempiternal appetence. Everyone giggles.

The eating and socializing go on for a couple of time of day. The CG boys treat us with tales of some of their baffle adventures working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the evening telling us about being aboard the ‘ Big reefer ’. All in all, it was a delightful metre. A time that we all needed to let the stress of the recent events just go by.

As the dinner began to wind down, I asked Dr. Ronda to stay the night, but she said she had to get back home as she has a few patients in the infirmary that she needs to visit before heading to the office in the morning. Before she leaves, she does score cite that moving in here would save her about a half an hour of thrust time as it is so practically stuffy to the hospital that she works out of.

"Just one of the matter in the life of a doctor,"she tells me. I kiss her and walk her out to her car. I poke the buttons to give the garage door and the front gate. I watch her drive off thinking how the infant will be so beautiful, all because of her.

I close the logic gate then the service department room access. Before I head back inside, I'm cornered in the garage with Jill.

"Are you really OK with Dr. Ronda wanting to own a infant by you ?"She asks in a serious tone.

"Of trend, I am. We discussed it before she ever came to ask you. She was all aflutter that you would constitute her beg or embarrass her somehow,"I tell Jill.

"Why would I do that ? She's a devil dog and she's our Quaker,"Jill says to me.

"I believe that she was just overthinking the whole scenario,"I tell Jill.

"Seriously, you don't feel anxious that Dakota and I are already significant with your kid and now Dr. Ronda wants one as well ?"

"Actually, I feel quite honored. You and I had discussed this in bed a couple of fourth dimension. Until she told me, I never knew that one of Dakota's secrets was to experience a baby and it really shocked me that she chose me as the beginner. Now, Dakota says that I look at Ronda differently than any former of the playgroup,"I say to Jill.

"well, you do. It's almost as if you are trying to ‘ make have it away'to her each prison term you two get together. If I wasn't your wife, I would probably be covetous,"Jill says to me.

"Really ? Jealous ? I would never have got guessed,"I say to Jill.

"You realize that I'm still a woman, not just your wife and a Marine,"she replies.

"I feel so favourable that you married me,"I say to her.

Jill steps forward, puts her arms around me and buss me. We hold the kiss for respective minutes before we break and head back inside.

When we get back inside, we hear all the raucous laughter from the grouping. Apparently, individual challenged John that he couldn't eat another 12 tacos, fully loaded. He was currently eating number 7 and didn't look like he was slowing down a bit.

"Can I get in on this ? I put my money on John,"I say to the table.

John the Divine finished number 7 and begins at number 8. In my head, I was for sure that this was Dakota's doing, but a few hour later I find out that it is Jennifer who put this all together. Imagine that, his own Mother betting against her son. If anyone had insider information about John's eating habits, it would be Jennifer.

bathroom finished figure 8, then 9, then 10. At telephone number 11, John showed a major slow up down. He struggled through the taco. He just stared at taco number 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a yoke of pickled jalapenos underneath all the fastener. She let the juice from the jalapeno dribble all over the meat before adding the altering.

lav picked up the taco and took a vast morsel, deciding that if he took two or three big bites, it would be done with quickly.

However, with the mystery point in the taco, Saint John swallowed the bite and yelled,"Holy Fuck ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the electric refrigerator and poured himself a big glass of Milk River, sat back down in the mouth and took another huge insect bite. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big swallow of milk. On the net bite, he dangled the bite over his mouth before shoving it in. The young woman all laughed as Jennifer had to hand over the money collected to privy.

John counted the money and gave me half of the winnings. I just told him to hold back it. I knew in my heart that he would have a solution to the secret ingredient that his Mother has put in the taco.

Bobby and Sammy both laughed out flash asking John if he wanted any to a greater extent tacos. This drew laughter from everyone. All in all, John had made over $ 100 from that little bet. His female parent said it was the beneficial money spent on John in a long while.

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner table. Mom went over to the little pan that the chefs had waiting for her with little to no spice. She took a spoonful and kissed each one on the cheek telling them the meat was complete. Fred let her pass water a crustal plate before he made one for himself. He took 4 hard taco shells filling two each with each nitty-gritty. He really didn't take much of the holdfast. He took some shekels, some diced tomatoes, and some shredded Cheddar cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the mesa to vote for the meats. Pan one, the yellow pan. Pan two the blue pan. As I went around the table it seemed to go back and forth yellow, blue, yellowed, profane, blue, lily-livered and on and on.

After everyone had cast their voting, it was blue ahead by one voter turnout, but Fred had not voted. He chose yellow. That tied it all up and the two chefs shook mitt and decided to do the Same thing the future taco night.

As the night went on, people began heading to bed since tomorrow was a working day. Jill and I were one of the final ones to leave the table with Dakota following us to our bed. I stripped down, Jill did the same, as did Dakota. We all snuggled up together and drifted off to catch some Z's.

I opened my eye checking that I had put my telephone on the charger, which I had before I drifted off to sleep with my two darlings all snuggled up to me.

Yes, being that chauffeur that second in my life changed affair for the better.

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