The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The Investigation Begins

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

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

After finishing my good morning responsibility, I washed my hands and came out of the lavatory looking at my two lovelies still sleeping. I put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and headed out to the kitchen grabbing my phone off the battery charger on the way out.

Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of succus and just sat at the kitchen table 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 burnt umber pot roared to sprightliness 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, Saint David ? He's been trying so hard these past few calendar month to emulate you that how could he NOT depend and act Thomas More mature. holy crap, you are old enough to really be his Father, and for that, I am so thankful. Many times, when I hear Dakota call you ‘ Daddy'I think that maybe John should be calling you the same thing. You have done more for him in the past few months than his biologic Father ever did,"she says to me with a big smile on her grimace.

Sharon adds,"Jeeze David, he dresses like you, he shaves every day even on Lord's Day, he handles himself in a much more fledged mode, he has shown you and Jill that he is really responsible and when sentence got a bit scary he buckled down and made certainly all of us ladies were prophylactic and secure, starting with Jennifer and Diane,"she says before leaning into me and giving me a kiss.

Seeing 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 reckon a moment as to what day it was, but then remembered it was Sun. I heard a knock at the front room access. Jennifer got up and went to the room access, opening it carefully. A large man with half an unlighted cigar in his mouth showed her his FBI designation. She asked why he was here, and he told her that he needed to utter to me. She called out to me.

When I reached the social movement door, I opened it panoptic and invited the gentleman inside. He declined and asked me to step outside, which I did.

I saw several agents buzzing around taking pictures and measurements.

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

"wellspring, maitre d'hotel, it's David. Mr. Greene is my croak Father,"I tell him.

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI protocol requires me to call you Mr until the case is wrapped up,"he explains which was the initiative fourth dimension someone had rebuffed my attack to be called Jacques Louis David, which I was exquisitely with since it made sense.

"Well, headwaiter. Let me ask, how are all your agent ?"Looking at him, causing me to squinch a bit looking towards the first light sun.

I stepped a couple of steps to his side to deflect looking into the sun. He turned with me and said,"All the agents are fine. The most severe one was agent Don…um…hold on for a second while I check my notes. Oh, here it is, agentive role Don McHenry. Yes, he's fine. The infirmary stitched him up and sent him home late last night,"he tells me.

I summon Sharon over and differentiate her the news. She kisses me on the cheek and runs off to get her speech sound. In literally secondment, I see her chatting with someone, whom I assume is Agent Don. I see her smile. She puts her headphone down and comes back to me telling me she is heading over to his firm to ‘ require guardianship of him'all the while she is smiling her big beautiful smiling. I check with the Captain to bring in sure it is OK for her to go forth, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

She quickly heads off to exchange dress and go see federal agent Don.

Captain Perez begins,"Mr. Greene, I hope you understand that it's goose egg personal, but you are a defendant as well,"he tells me in a sincere manner.

"May I offer your probe some aid ?"I ask.

"How can you do that ?"

"I can make you a DVD of all of our security tv camera in just a few moment if you are interested ?"I ask.

"Absolutely,"he tells me.

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

"master just gift me a brace of minutes and I'll have that DVD for you,"I tell him.

"Mr. Greene, do you have a copy of the other shooting your theatre took a couple of hebdomad ago as well ?"

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

I put the first DVD into a clear vitrine and hand it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a platter of inwardness out. Bobby begins to wrap up respective steaks into a large slice of tinfoil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 rib into two heavy man of tinfoil When all the pith is wrapped up, they put the three musical composition of intent meat into a newspaper bag and hired hand it to Captain Perez, who tries politely to refuse. They won't hear of it and force him to take the paper 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 alfresco to supervise his guys and the investigation.

"Captain, may we talk about someone from the metropolis constabulary for a couple of minutes ?"I say as we are walking back towards the front door.

"Certainly,"

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

"fountainhead, yes there were a mates of notations about him, but what do you require to say about Lt. Vladimir Horowitz ?"He asks.

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

"Well, Mr. Greene, it's to a greater extent than just an investigation, but I believe that he is on the scepter of being indicted,"He tells me putting his finger to his lips indicating that I'm not supposed to say anything. I nod my caput affirmative to acknowledge his request for me to be dumb on the matter.

Once back outside, Captain puts his food and the DVD into his agency vehicle. He reaches into his pocket and helping hand me his card. I see it has the Hoover building address on it from DC.

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

"Yes, I am. There are lieu that are wonderful to live, but contribution of DC are just as ghetto as some of the more well-known ghettos across the area such as Isaac Watts and South-Central LA. I live in VA, but I work in DC,"he tells me.

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

"Which towboat ?"

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

"Oh, I hope you're going to clean that building up. It was built a little to a lesser extent than ten twelvemonth ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is lots of money spent ensuring that construction stay clean and neat in appearance, but not the Kraft construction. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking care of it the moment it became occupied,"he tells me, which really surprised me that we would get such an honest view of the building.

"wellspring, it's no longer going to be called the kraft building. We're renaming it the eagle. We have renamed all of the tugboat that we bought after a bird of some sorting,"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 President Madison Wisconsin River which we call the Snowy Owl, and one in Toronto that we call the blue devil Jay,"I tell him.

"That will be nice to change the name to give mass the understanding that ownership has changed,"the Captain says.

"We're also looking at one in capital of Georgia, 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 likely one in Dallas that we would cry the vulture,"I tell him.

He nods indicating he understands but asks,"I see some of the bird coincide with sportswoman teams, capital of Georgia, Toronto, and genus Phoenix. However, some don't make any sense,"he says to me.

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

"Now that makes Thomas More good 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 good cigar ?"He asks me.

"Why, yes. My number one married woman made me fall in them up. She hated the smell of them so instead of constantly arguing with her, I just quit them."I tell him.

He hands me the cigar, shakes my deal and goes back to check on his agent's progress on the investigation.

I turn and go back inside.

CHAPTER 2

I see lav is now up and eating. I just grinning and giggle to myself. Bobby comes over to me and need how many steaks or ribs would I like to eat, or would I choose them to ready me a steady breakfast ? I followed John's booster cable and took the ribs asking for 5 with some tater salad if there is any left.

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

John isn't saying a countersign ; he just keeps shoveling the solid food into his mouth. I see him with a glass of juice, no penury to ask what flavor the juice is.

As we sit there, a run-over looking Missy mule into the kitchen. She kisses John on the nerve and comes over to me to do the same thing.

"goodness sunrise, my don't we look all spiffy,"I say to her in a tease manner.

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

"Sunday,"I tell her.

Her eye get large and she says,"bull. Where are my wearing apparel ? I have a fracture at the restaurant at 2,"she says in a much more frenzied manner.

"Darling, I believe that your wearing apparel are on the floor in the garage next to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Fri night,"I say to her smiling the totally time. This makes whoremonger snort while eating.

Missy gets up and straits out to the garage. A few bit later she came back inner and asked,"Um, how do I get out of the garage. The big room access seems to be locked,"she says. I get up and adopt her out to the garage. I undo the carabiner from the track and raise the door, pushing the capable 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 welcome. As she is focusing on me, she almost runs over an FBI agent. I poke the button and open up the front gate. She slowly drives her car through the gate and down the road. I close the gate as I see Captain Perez watching me.

I hit the button to shut the garage room access and walk back inside.

After John refinement, I ask him to levy all the security shutters to allow the sunshine into the firm. He tosses his plate with the empty bones into the trash and move to the rump of the theatre to set out raising the shutters. His phone buzzes.

"hullo, this is can. No, you promised me that your mensuration bozo would be here today, not tomorrow. So, here's the plan. If you are determined to not shew up until tomorrow, you will see the society who has taken your job. Otherwise, you have until 3 this afternoon to bear your measuring hoi polloi here. Thank you and have a nice day,"he says without raising his voice or being nasty. I am very proud of him. He's handling himself with bang-up maturity and demeanor.

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

It dawns on me that I haven't seen any of my tenant nor the CG boys since yesterday. I'm fairly 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 cousin and both twins are fine. I thank him and principal over to the studio.

I knock on that door, but no one answers. I hear articulation inside. I quietly open the door and pace inside. There I see Allison with a television camera on her shoulders and Belinda sitting upright with her back against a wall masturbating. She has a dildo that she is using to reach her pinnacle. Suddenly she stops. Allison asks,"What's the matter ? Why did you stop ?"

Belinda just raises her arm straight out from her massive thorax to point at me. I say,"I'm sorry, I guess I caused that,"causing Allison to skip over but not drop the camera as she wasn't expecting anyone to let the cat out of the bag behind her.

I offer my services to help Belinda reach that all elusive orgasm. She nods in approving. I move over to her and extract on her legs sliding her body down to be plane on the ground. I lay between her legs and get to lick her womanhood ; I only get a few minutes in before there is a bash at the studio 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 elbow room wanting to speak to you,"he says through the threshold. Allison opens the door and I invite him inside.

"John, maybe you could fetch up what I have started since special agent Fernandez's timing is rather poor,"I say getting up from between Belinda's legs and wipe my boldness off with a towel I see on the counter. I head out pulling the threshold closed behind me and head inside. Once I was inside the household, I saw Special Agent Fernandez standing by the front door with an envelope in his hand.

"Special Agent Fernandez, what do I owe the juncture ?"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 check inside. This one is for $ 250,000. I just throw off my head.

"Is there a problem,"Fernandez asks me.

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

I offer him intellectual nourishment, which he politely declines. I thank him and he leaves. I stand there looking at the chip trying to figure what else to do with this money. I take it down the hall to Jill. I hand her the check 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 room, next to the lounge on an end mesa. I picked the book of account up and settled into the cast to read some more. One token that I saw which interested me was a street signboard party. Bob made a good point that near if not all street planetary house seem to be world-wide. As he put it in the Holy Scripture,"A stoppage sign is just that no affair where it might be posted in the US,"making annotation that it is possible for a company to bid on DOT contracts and make and ship to the various locations the signs.

I find a pen in the binder of the Word of God and dress circle this idea.

I hear a clank in the kitchen. I get up and head to the kitchen to see an abash Donna looking at the plate she dropped. Sammy is already getting the broom and dustpanful to clean house up the mess.

"Don't vexation about it, girl Donna. We do this all the meter,"Bobby tells her. I say to Donna and Dakota to not move as there is chicken feed everywhere. Both of them pick their feet up and put them on the stave 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 low-pitched storey of the house, Diane comes out and begins to help him. I see them stealing kisses here and there, which I find rather cute. It dawns on me that I have not asked Dakota how well John 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 toilet and her pregnancy.

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

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

After just a dyad of minutes, Sammy has the full flooring vacuumed and he wraps up the corduroy and hands it back to Amy.

I put the journal from Bob into a draftsman in the kitchen and head to my part to log onto my computer.

When I get there, I see my gorgeous married woman already working.

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

"Oh, about an hour 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 e-mail. Once loaded up I read the heading,"peril WILL ROBINSON, DANGER,"I smile because I know of Rob's honey for old TV shows, such as ‘ lost In blank ’.

I open the email and it reads,"Well, as you anticipated, I found respective former employees that have not been terminated off the organization. Three of the horse tracks that you sold have all their employees still participating in our system. I terminated all the employees from the horse cavalry cartroad. Out of curiosity, did you acquire any casinos ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own THREE casinos. One in Oklahoma, one in Everglade State, and one in Arizona. The three amount of Sir Thomas More than 3,000 employees. I have made a lean of them but need your direction on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

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

"wellspring, we apparently now own three cassino. Oklahoma, Sunshine State, and AZ,"I tell her.

"How did we acquire them ?"Jill asks.

"I have no earthly estimation. 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 sure where we are on the former group,"I reply.

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

Jill picks up her cellphone telephone set and dials up Rob.

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

"fountainhead, kind of. I mean the chemical group that St. David sent me from the hawk was a huge assist, but now finding these four cassino,"he says before I stop him.

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

"well, they are in three United States Department of State, but there are four casinos. One in OK, one in Florida, and two in Arizona. One near Tucson and one in phoenix,"he tells us.

My mind races towards Tina and her being in phoenix with her Mother.

Jill thanks Rob for his hard study 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 cassino that we own,"I say to Jill. She readily agrees.

CHAPTER 3

I see another email that interests me. It's from Roger. It reads,"I heard about the shooting at your domicile. I guess the gull are stupefied, shooting up a party that is full of FBI agents and their kinsperson. You need to set a design in billet when something like this happens, whether you are at the house or not. You may not be the target as you have three gentlewoman who are pregnant. The bad bozo may think that your impuissance is through them,"he writes.

I reply that I agree with his belief that they may target the three pregnant noblewoman, but I joke ‘ guesswork 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 gestation yet. I shrug my shoulders and go back to reading emails.

I check the email number and see that there are 311 emails. I round up the ones that are duplicates and delete them before I begin to read the ones labeled ‘ read-only ’. My chore is to read and delete them, getting my email box empty. It takes about two hours to read all the emails.

"Hey, Hun, what do you think about getting lav a motortruck of his pick ? I think that he is getting frustrated with riding in Diane's car all the time. I was thinking of maybe a Gerald Rudolph Ford Expedition. I don't want him to have a pickup as everyone he knows will always ask him to avail them travel their stuff,"I tell her.

"I think that is a wonderful estimation. 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 hour later Jill exclaims,"There, my email box is now empty !"She says with a mirthfulness in her voice.

It is just over a half hour before my email inbox is also empty. We both close our laptop computer and fountainhead downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a small fragment of methamphetamine 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 hydrogen peroxide, drying it with a piece of cotton wipe and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ Hello Kitty'Band-Aid. This garners several razz and commentary from the radical. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ hi Kitty'Band-Aid.

As common, Dakota did a mulct job of taking maintenance of me. It is still bothering me that I haven't thought of something for Dakota yet.

I look around and decide to tuck everyone that is inside the home currently.

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

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

"Well, I've spoken with Roger though e-mail and we have concluded that we need some plans put in stead regarding this house and a country of lockdown. first gear, let me embark on with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a seat on the floor, no matter where they are. The closest ones to any Windows will poke the buttons to drop the security shutters. Those who have a carry permit will recollect their piece, attaching it to their hip until the solid consequence is over,"I tell everyone. I see virtually all the group nodding their heads up and down indicating yes, they understood.

"Now the tougher scenario. If Jill and I are gone, but St. John 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 subject what he says. This is a private residence and he is not welcome. Should both lavatory and Dakota not be here, then any of the four madam Donna, Paula, Jennifer, or Sharon are to be in charge. If I call anyone and severalize them to use code 69, I expect that the sign is to be locked down no matter what. Does anyone not understand what I've described ?"I ask.

No one has anything to say.

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

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

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

"THAT'S rightfulness !"I say happy to take heed that at least one person is listening.

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

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

What does encrypt 69 mean value ?"I ask.

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

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

I see Paula wanting to resurrect her hand, but she keeps it down. Finally, Donna answers,"Then either Paula, Sharon, Jennifer, or I are in flush,"she tells everyone.

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

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

"Use your upright mind,"I tell everyone.

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

toilet, Donna, Diane, Marcus, Amy, Missy, Danni, and Aurora. I do the mental math in my heading, ‘ this should pass the $ 250K and maybe even a bit more ’.

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a whang on the figurehead door. Again, Jennifer opens it to see Captain Perez accomplished with his half a cigar that he is chewing on.

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

I come to the threshold,"Hello Captain,"I say to him.

"I just wanted you to know that the US attorney has cleared you of being a defendant and she Thanks you for the two DVDs helping our investigating,"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 Tues 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 grouping of FBI federal agent, sending them home or back to the business office. Once they are all gone, the courtyard looks courteous with no agents buzzing around it.

As I close the front end door, I hear john ask,"Hey, is there any to a greater extent steaks left ? I'm hungry,"he says smiling and causing a few giggles from some of the ladies.

There is a knock at the front door again. I open it to line up the guy from the Ice truck.

"Um, sir I have to report that there is a couple of holes in the side of our motortruck,"he tells me.

I step outside and walk over to the motortruck. He points to not one but two holes. I notice that there is a third gob that he had not seen. I tell him that I'll have my insurance consider care of it, truth be known, I'll have the people who repair our limousine for Black Car and Happy, Happee limousine study care of the truck.

"I'll proceed the headstone then, to get the truck repaired,"I tell them. We shake custody and off he goes in a waiting vehicle that is in the street outside the front gate.

I head inside and ask John and Marcus to finish emptying the ice truck into the many coolers that still tune the outside of the star sign by the two pools. 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 guys see what is going on and bring together in to help,

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

John does note,"David, you remember we have those big freezer in the big kitchen and the third kitchen. Maybe we should fill them first to retain and use the ice instead of putting them in the cooler and losing the ice."

"John, that's a big estimate ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the cooler outside. In fact, maybe sacrifice a couple of old bag to the twins in the pool firm. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes whoremonger to smile even though he knows that the CG boys are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and Saint John get down loading the dolly with bags of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need Sir Thomas More than one dolly, so I text Dakota to order a mates more dollies, the type that the drinkable vendors use. They fold out to gestate much More than just the unconstipated standup dolly. She texts back her usual ‘ K ’.

I decide to channelize out to the ice hand truck to see just how many bags of ice still remained in the back. As I peered around the doorway, I see maybe 200-300 dish still stacked up. I shook my head knowing that all of this won't fit in the two freezers, but maybe John or Marcus can pile them to train a majority.

As I come back around the back of the truck, a car sits at the gate honking its horn. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the gate's electronic panel, poke the appropriate buttons and the gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the logic gate, she blows me a kiss. I poke the requirement clitoris to conclude the gate and suppose that maybe we need to birth the gate ship's company come and put dissimilar four-digit codes into the electronics so trusted the great unwashed, 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 garage. I head inside the house to open a garage door. Ronda pulls her car into the service department, parking right where Missy 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 let some mileage on it and as she seems to spend a penny Chateau calls, some for employment, some for gambling maybe she needs a best one as well.

Once I get into the service department, I poke the buttons, the garage room access conclusion behind her. I open her device driver's door to help her measure out. She puts her arms around me and kisses me passionately.

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

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

"Then let's get the body of 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 ladies, look what I found outside,"I say with a big cheesy smiling plastered on my face.

Ronda goes over to each of them and kisses them and asks,"Is there any more than of that delicious coffee bean I smell ? I haven't had any coffee since I left the hospital early this dawning,"she tells us. Sammy begins to pelt her a cup asking if she needs cream or lettuce.

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

Ronda has her coffee in one hand and takes my script to contribute me to my own bedroom. I hear the ladies joke saying,"guess she needed some pick for her coffee tree,"causing all of them to giggle again.

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

She stops and turns around saying,"Oh, you political party pooper. I'll go care my employment then you're mine,"she says with a funny story piddling 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 handlock on her, listened to her heartbeat, and asked several questions before declaring that Jill was moving along just ticket with her pregnancy.

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

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

Ronda started the like way, blood line insistence cuff, listening to her heartbeat and breathing, and asking various questions. It took several Thomas More mo before Ronda told us that she would like Dakota to get some blood test run, the sooner 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 young woman in taking her prenatal vitamins. Saint David, she needs to take them regularly they don't aid her sitting in the bottleful,"Ronda tells me.

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

"If she takes them in the morning, on an empty-bellied abdomen is best or maybe even with a small spyglass of water. If they are making her sick to her abdomen then ask them at bedtime with a lowly snack,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a mo before I tell Bobby and Sammy,"man before Dakota gets one free fall of coffee, she must take her antenatal vitamin. This is important to me guys,"I say to them. Both chefs acknowledge what I have told them and agree.

Dakota solution,"That's just mean pappa. No coffee without me taking my vitamins, mean, just manifestly imply,"causing everyone around us to giggle. Bobby and Sammy are quite the valet and don't say a word.

Once Ronda is done with her doctorly duty, she puts her equipment back into her medico bag, zips it closed and takes me by the paw once again taking a immense gulp of her coffee, emptying the cup. This makes for another of the lady at the dining room table to quip once again,"speculation she doesn't want the cream for her coffee, maybe she just likes the taste of his ointment,"causing Thomas More 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 book binding to the paries. I am expecting one of her delightful cock sucking, but quite to my surprise, she sits on the bed facing me with all her clothes on.

"David, do you remember telling me that we would make a wonderful child together ?"She asks.

"Of course, I do."

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

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

"Well, sort of. I see pregnant fair sex every day and, in my chief, I hear the tick-tock of my baby making year going by truehearted and faster. I know you have two children 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 the Church of my child. You are smart, you are handsome, you make good decisions, you mentor John telling me that you would be a wonderful parent. Why can't I shake this intuitive feeling about you ?"She says with her oculus welling up.

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

"favorite, I love you as well. However, there is someone in this equation that you need to get license from. I would have it off to get to a baby with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's permission. There are lots of things that I don't need her permission for, including us playing, but to make a small fry, that is something entirely dissimilar,"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 ensure 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 other, more like lovers than play partners,"I say to her.

I continue on,"Darling, I am more than leave to create a child with you. You are many things that most men would desire. You're beautiful, you're a intimate dynamo, you are smart, you are hardworking, you have a affection inside you, and your still reasonably young."The last remark gets me a biff in the ribs from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably young ?"She asks.

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

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

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

"More than I care to admit. In my head, I think that I can just raise our child as a single parent and if you participate then it only welfare our child, if you choose to not participate then I've lost zip since I'm acting as a single parent,"she tells me before raising up to kiss me passionately.

"Darling, you won't have to prove our child alone. Hell, movement into the Chateau with us and deal your habitation. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be other significant women here as well. In fact, the unharmed Chateau will be overrun with tike by next Halloween,"I tell her. This makes her smile.

"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 love for you to move in here. As for the shot, well, the FBI is all over it. In addition, I'm putting a pair more security thing in place,"I tell her trying to stimulate her feel good about coming here.

"Is that all you have to ask me ? If I want to experience a babe with you ?"

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

"dearest, this isn't let's make Ronda look bad. Hell, I'll go with you if you would like. I just want her OK before I create another shaver,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be right ; I do feel something akin to the chemistry between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a stronger shoes in my substance 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 room. I frown a bit hoping that we would at to the lowest degree play before she went looking for Jill.

I get up and head back out to the kitchen where I was greeted by a brace of the ladies checking their fanciful ticker saying,"WOW, dada that really was a quickie,"causing the ladies to erupt 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 willing to make water a babe with Ronda ?"

"wellspring, only if you give your approval. There are few things that I seek your license for but this is certainly one of them,"I say to Jill.

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

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

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

"No Mom, nil like that, although maybe we should put him on restriction and take away his toys,"Jill replies giggling as she says this to Mom. This again causes some laughter from the madam sitting at the dining room table.

"Then what is it ?"

"Dr. Ronda wants to ingest a babe with Saint David,"she says.

"THAT'S ALL ? Hell, who here doesn't want to take a sister 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 mode,"Mom quips.

"No, no test-tube. Just knit stitch ole sex and I'm pretty sure my David will admit full vantage of trying to create the baby every luck he gets,"Jill says giggling some more.

Ronda stands up, releasing Jill's hired hand and comes over to me taking my bridge player and saying,"C'mon lover, we have a baby to take a leak,"smiling the whole time.

She pulls me through the house 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 romantic tone.

"Absolutely, my darling,"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 steamy,"as she begins to nibble on my ear.

Although I was disappointed a few hour ago, now I was hard as a rock'n'roll and take to skip pleasing her orally and move right into fucking her, or as she put it, making dear to her.

I slide my hips between her thigh lining up my humanity with her hatchway. I gently push just a small bit of my shaft into her wetness. She moans as I begin to enter her. I feel the wetness her womanhood is creating around my cock.

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

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

We match each former's thrusting before I hear her reach her outset peak,"OH MY GAWD DAVID, I SO LOVE YOU,"telling me as she cums hard for the showtime orgasm.

As I'm thrusting into her, out of the niche 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 tinker's dam HARD,"as her middle roll back in her head.

"pet, HERE I CUM, LET'S MAKE THAT sister,"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 dame say,"See, I told you. He makes a charwoman cum at to the lowest degree twice before he lets himself orgasm. Pay up ladies,"Dakota says with her hand stretched out waiting for money.

"Hold on a second, now you ladies are betting on me ? What am I a horse, this ain't no KY 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 chuck me on the drumhead like an owner pats their front-runner dog."Nice boy, you made momma some money,"smiling as she said that.

Something in my head made me opine about tomorrow being Mon. I ask everyone to head up back to the TV room once again. I see a couple of eye rolls, but everyone heads back there.

I put some shortstop on and my common white tee shirt and head to the TV way 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 threshold to the room,"Tomorrow is Monday. I would like for everyone to go to their problem as usual. We won't be deterred from our normal modus operandi. Those who are here, need to stop the security camera from clock time to time. Tomorrow I'm going to approach the City Council to see if they will trade me the road that leads to our star sign, maybe they'll just be glad that there is one to a lesser extent road that they will have to preserve and let me have it for a reasonable price,"I tell everyone.

John Lackland and Marcus come into the TV way all sweaty. They have completed their undertaking and the ice truck is now empty. Dakota begins dialing up for a truck size of it tow truck to occur to pluck up the ice truck and take it over to the place that all the limousine get fixed.

It dawns on me that if the heater didn't come out the other slope, then maybe police captain Perez would require to send his forensics team out to fish out the slugs.

After I say my talking to about not changing tomorrow's rule duty, I dial up Captain Perez.

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

"police chief, this is Saint David Greene. It occurs to me that the ice truck in my courtyard might have two or three bullets in it. There are three slug hollow, so if they didn't come out the early side, your forensics team may be able to remember them,"I say to him.

"I'll send them right over. They should be there in about an 60 minutes or less,"he tells me.

"We'll be sure to wait for them,"I say.

We end the call.

"What's that noise ?"I ask.

John replies,"That's the measure squad 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.

"pappa, are we dismissed ?"Dakota asks.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed,"

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

"Remember, use up your antepartum vitamins or no coffee,"I say to her grin. She playfully slaps me on the articulatio humeri before kissing me and walking away swinging her cute ass at me.

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

In my head, it sounded like fun.

"Hey guys, do we have all the fixings in the house, or do we need to arrive at a grocery store store run ?"I ask.

"We have everything including hard-shell and cushy wetback racing shell,"Sammy tells me.

I was thinking that this could be a fun night."Be certainly to announce to everyone that tonight is taco night. Oh, and I hope I don't have to recount you that John will probably eat a twelve or to a greater extent wetback,"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 Lord's Day nighttime and there will be a contest that everyone needs to participate in. I see everyone's middle brighten up, including my novel lover/baby Maker Dr. Ronda.

"Guess I'll have to relish the spicy food before I'm pregnant,"Ronda says to me.

Mom does ask Bobby if the spice can be toned down a bit for her as her belly doesn't take to spicy nutrient all that well. Bobby tells her that they have already figured that and will take a minuscule separate pan of heart with virtually no seasoning which made her smile.

I look around and get lineage of the good things that are happening here.

The CG boy are dating porn twins. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want baby from me. Diane is fraught with privy's sister and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are wonderful womanhood who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio apartment business. BJ and Danni are wonderful sexually charged women that are both beautiful as well as being smart. missy will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to play with. Belinda seems to be working grueling with Allison as well. Aurora has fit in well here and her cleanup service has taken the load off Amy to run the star sign. The two chefs are funny remark in increase to being tremendous cooks. Saint John, well he is my protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the changeover from being a kid in Diane's crew that just always said ‘ screw'to a mature new man that accepts province and has a much more mature demeanor.

Amy has really begun to expand in the role of keeper of the house. Getting the cleaning serve was hone. Now she can center on just running the house 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 happiness. Mom guides me when I find myself in a unmanageable situation. I am very gladiolus to have brought her to the W Coast and helped her sell her stuffy residence in the Hamptons, for which she got the gamy amount of money ever sold by a non-beachfront property.

Fred, who started out by being Jill and my personal chauffeur, but now has some sort of relationship going on with Mom. He remains the stoic gentleman always looking out for the kinsfolk's safety. His two nephews have been tremendous guarding the castle learning ability. Now that they are dating the porn twins, I'm sure that their consciousness of security will amp up when need be.

Mark Newberg's departure and his nieces Kim and Kay choosing to motivate out disappoint me. Tina moving away to her Mom's house in phoenix made sense, but still bummed me out a bit.

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

I checked with Dakota to make certain everything was set up with the jet for an early morning Tues departure. We discussed going to DC first, then down to Atlanta to see this building that Jennifer is trying to constitute a mess on, and then on to Tampa. On the return, we will stop unannounced in genus Phoenix to have a look 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 give time with the new infant, 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 pregnant before Dec 25, she'll be looking at an August or labor Day due date. I laughed at my own joke ; she goes into DoL on DoL Day.

CHAPTER 5

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

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

Bobby and Sammy announced that dinner was served. He made it exonerate that the lady 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 direction to come to greaser Sunday. 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 tacos.

The hard-crispy shells were going at a rate of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded lettuce, diced tomatoes, false cream, Armerican cheddar and Monterey Jack cheeses all shredded, both smart and pickled jalapeno, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, assorted hot sauces, a red-pepper based mole and a mellifluous tangy sauce.

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

Diane took a diminished amount of both parcel of sum and made two similar tacos, both with the flour tortilla. She put center, sugar, diced tomato, and shredded Cheddar cheese. She also took a spoon of the mango-lime salsa, which she said tasted like nix that she has ever had. That made both chefs smile as did me.

Jill and Dakota must take in taken eat up category from John. They both took 4 crunchy taco shells each. Two racing shell for each meat. They put the nitty-gritty in the shells then covered it with the fixation that they wanted.

John, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the smut similitude, the CG son, and Allison might be. John and I both got up and went outside. John went to the twin's threshold telling the four of them that it was Taco night and that their presence was being missed at the dinner table.

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 photographic camera with Belinda holding the camera. Once again, it was a onanism fit. I just stood there watching until Allison noticed me and stopped.

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

"I'm sorry ladies, but dinner is served and your presence or lack of it is noticeable. It's Taco Sun and the chefs would care you to take part in their little contest about who's seasoning is better,"I tell them smiling. This makes Allison get up and Belinda put the television camera down on the couch. They both walk with me back to the main house.

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

Allison and Belinda each go get themselves a plate taking guardianship to try both case of meat. They fix themselves a taco each. I see Jill and Dakota already on their third gear taco and yet, John hasn't even had one taco yet.

Once all the ladies have solid food in front of them John bounds up like someone set his ass on fire. He heads over to the taco bar and takes not 4, not 6, but 8 laborious shells and begins filling them with meat and fixings. Jennifer, Saint John the Apostle's Mom, makes light of John's interminable appetite. Everyone giggles.

The feeding and socializing go on for a pair of hours. The CG boys regale us with tales of some of their amazing dangerous undertaking working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the eventide telling us about being aboard the ‘ Big Stick ’. All in all, it was a delightful time. A metre that we all needed to let the stress of the Recent events just go by.

As the dinner began to thread down, I asked Dr. Ronda to continue the nighttime, but she said she had to get back home as she has a few patients in the hospital that she needs to visit before heading to the office in the morning. Before she leaves, she does make mention that moving in here would save her about a half an hour of drive time as it is so much nearer to the infirmary 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 push to give the service department threshold and the front gate. I watch her drive off thinking how the baby will be so beautiful, all because of her.

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

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

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

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

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

"Seriously, you don't tone uneasy that Dakota and I are already fraught with your child and now Dr. Ronda wants one as well ?"

"Actually, I feel quite honored. You and I had discussed this in bed a pair of sentence. Until she told me, I never knew that one of Dakota's secret was to have a child and it really shocked me that she chose me as the don. Now, Dakota says that I look at Ronda differently than any other of the playgroup,"I say to Jill.

"Well, you do. It's almost as if you are trying to ‘ bring in make love'to her each meter you two get together. If I wasn't your wife, I would probably be jealous,"Jill says to me.

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

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

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

Jill steps forward, puts her sleeve around me and kisses me. We hold the buss for several minutes before we break and head back inside.

When we get back inside, we hear all the raucous laughter from the group. Apparently, somebody challenged John that he couldn't eat another 12 taco, 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.

Saint John the Apostle finished number 7 and Begin at number 8. In my head, I was sure that this was Dakota's doing, but a few minutes later I find out that it is Jennifer who put this all together. Imagine that, his own female parent betting against her son. If anyone had insider information about John's eating riding habit, it would be Jennifer.

John finished telephone number 8, then 9, then 10. At act 11, John showed a Major dense down. He struggled through the taco. He just stared at taco number 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a couple of pickled jalapenos underneath all the fix. She let the juice from the jalapeno drip mould all over the meat before adding the altering.

John picked up the greaser and took a Brobdingnagian bite, deciding that if he took two or three big bites, it would be done with quickly.

However, with the mystery token in the wetback, john swallowed the bite and yelled,"Holy Fuck ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the fridge and poured himself a big glass of Milk, sat back down and took another Brobdingnagian collation. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big swallow of milk. On the final raciness, he dangled the bite over his mouth before shoving it in. The girlfriend all laughed as Jennifer had to script over the money collected to King John.

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

Bobby and Sammy both laughed out loud asking Saint John the Apostle if he wanted any more greaser. This drew laughter from everyone. All in all, John had made over $ 100 from that little bet. His Mother said it was the best money spent on bathroom in a long while.

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner table. Mom went over to the picayune 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 gist was perfect. Fred let her reach a home base before he made one for himself. He took 4 hard wetback cuticle filling two each with each gist. He really didn't take much of the fixture. He took some kale, some diced tomatoes, and some shredded Cheddar cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the tabular array to vote for the nub. Pan one, the yellowish pan. Pan two the blue devil pan. As I went around the table it seemed to go back and forth yellow, low, yellow, blue angel, blue, white-livered and on and on.

After everyone had cast their vote, it was blue air ahead by one vote, but Fred had not voted. He chose yellow. That tied it all up and the two chefs shook custody and decided to do the Lapplander affair the side by side taco night.

As the night went on, hoi polloi began heading to bed since tomorrow was a work day. Jill and I were one of the net one to bequeath 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 log Z's.

I opened my eye checking that I had put my telephone on the charger, which I had before I drifted off to log Z's with my two dearie all snuggled up to me.

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

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