Chapter Four : In between times

Monday

The warning signal rang and Sally woke up, turned it off as fearfulness seemed to moisten over her and for a secondly she was not sure why ; then it all came back to her, the violation, and the stranger every detail of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the warning device, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he know what time to set it for ?

Her mentation were all jumbled as she got up, trying to figure out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a robot in automatic mode, she went to the kitchen to start the coffee then went into the privy to get a long rain shower. She used this prison term to think, first of all she just wanted to wee this all go away, wanted it to be a bad ambition. That was not possible it was real, there were aching and pains all over her body that told her in fact it was very real. The hot H2O flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the cops of line. Why wouldn't she ? He had to have left a crowd of fingerprints. She thought about his threats to follow her every move. She contemplated calling out from work but in the two age she had been there she had never called out, and she was not sure she wanted to be in her apartment all day anyway. Sally lingered in the rain shower a bit longer letting it heal the sore parts of her body and provide a much needed solacement for her thinker. She finished and dried off and put on some promiscuous well-to-do planetary house apparel, and walked into the kitchen, made her coffee bean and toast. Setting it down on the board she went looking for her laptop, Mike had kept it from her this weekend but when she went in her room, there it was on her chest of drawers. She brought it back to the table with her and set it down.

As she went to sit down her eye noticed something in the window sill that made her expect up, then her whole body went stiff, it was a amobarbital sodium gillyflower in a vase on the windowsill with a note attached. It seemed as if he was here in the room and not just a symbol of him. She felt off symmetry yet again, frightened. After a taking sometime she shook her chief, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just discount the government note, not translate it. Ah but what would that accomplish ?

sortie sat down in her chairman and just looked at the Federal Reserve note, a part of her knew she was going to understand it but her attack aircraft side wanted her to just trash it all. She opened the computing machine and looked for the nearest police post as well as the good to her study, she would not sacrifice him the satisfaction of reading his stupe notation ! She found the info and typed it into her phone. The completely time she had been sipping her coffee, and struggling to not await at the note as if making eye contact with the flower was giving in to the man himself. In time, she gave up, she was curious after all ! She picked it up and took a deep breathing spell, turning the note over and reading what was written in a photographic print that was very a good deal like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

Sally, my passion. Do not go to the copper, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would make our side by side showdown that much more strenuous
than I intend it to be. You are just as lovely as I imagined and it has been a
pleasure to get to have it off you. call up I will be back, and whenever you see
a single blue carnation you will fuck that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

sortie sat and stared at the note shaking. next encounter ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cops ? She should, of course. Pretending in a way that today was a pattern day with just a small errand to run She got ready for work, walked to the bus check, got on the bus, and got to work. She shoved the weekend out of her psyche, but still had a hard time focusing on the task in figurehead of her if anyone had asked her how long it took or what she was wearing, she would not have been able to narrate them or carry on her end of any conversation beyond one word answer. circumstances for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If Sally had known he was watching her through binoculars the entirely morning she would bear been even more unnerve. He had a view of her bedroom and the livelihood room, the kitchen was out of his line of descent of mountain however, so it was a good thing she spent a minimum total of prison term in it. He had watched her wake up and register the lack of constraint, had seen her face when she had seen the carnation he had left for her. He had watched as curiosity and repulsive force fought with each other over what to do with the prime. The looks, the pointed ignoring of the object by being engaged on her computer, the glance of interest, until finally the desire to know outweighed the hideous author and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to read it. It was a calibre for him to see if she was more submissive or more stubborn. A unregenerate woman would have got just tossed it, in that case he would either accept to step up education or abandon it all together, but no she had chosen to read his words, to see what he had to say and while she may hate him, be scared of him, she was teachable.

He followed in his car behind her checking each stop along the way to be sure she did not get off and go to the fuzz before work. He was pretty surely once at work she would stick till shutting, but he wanted to be sure she would wait till evening. He watched her enter the edifice from a close by parking place and then motor off to his home to get to his business.

She was almost to work when she stopped took some deep hint and tried to coach herself on acting formula. There was no one at work she was close enough with to part this with. There was no one she was close to now that she thought about it. She had a random idea wondering why she locked her battlefront door if this stranger can still get in what difference does her locking it cause. She shook her brain steadied herself and proceeded the short aloofness to process. Determined to be normal she looked at the receptionist.

"Hi,"and stopped mid-sentence, there it was ; on Laura's reception desk mocking her, a blue Dianthus caryophyllus in a vase
.
"Sally ?"

"Umm Yeah sorry, Hi Laura, hey where did the peak come from ?"

"I don't know, it just showed up with didactics that it was to go on the receptionist's desk for someone special. Weird Huh ?"

"Yeah, weird."

"quip you okay ? You look like you had a rough weekend."

"Oh I am fine, just did too very much and did not get enough quietus. I will be better tomorrow I promise."Sally smiled and walked off to her carrel, not sure but felt like she must be 3 refinement paler than normal. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the day labor. She had a desk job working for the state which was neither glamorous nor atrocious. It was a job, unbendable, with benefit and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty lots bequeath alone, except for the paperwork being pushed from one division and back and everything have to be in triplicate, the job was perfect for her.

Once at her desk her thoughts flittered back to the heyday, she absently turned her computer on checked her emails, but she could not stop thinking : He knew where she worked and where she lived. He had said he would be watching her. Didn't he have a job ? Why was he bothering her ? The earpiece on her desk rang breaking her out of her funk and forcing her to put on a cheerful face and see what the person on the other end wanted. The break of the day was spent on the versatile chore and the required diminished lecture around the office, a calling card was signed for a sick co-worker she barely knew, poor matter had cancer. All the while her head flittered back to what action if any she was going to get. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the fuzz seemed so vexing. Then to have to put news to everything that happened was not the most appealing thought at the moment.

She had lunch delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her ledger, but she had other things on her mind. Working it out she thought what would she tell a friend if they were in this situation and came for advice ? Why she would insist they got to the fuzz and would drive them there. This was no different. She had decided, she had to go to the cops after work, she could not be like this. She checked her speech sound to reassure herself that she had the information and decided she would go to the one closest to her house. She told the story in her head, and even wrote down a few key point she wanted to be sure enough to cover. She hated the view of having to explain what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

While crack worked Mike arranged his day and workweek, first he called the cleaners and arranged to fit them at sallying forth's apartment at 1pm to clean the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, curtain, cast, dishes everything and in two hour. They were sending 4 citizenry maybe more he was paying well.

His second gild of business was to get data for this week's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure Old World chat, and typed :

"Do you have the data requested ?"

He waited a bit, he knew the receptionist saw it right away and would then contact the person he needed to chew the fat with and that usually took a few transactions soon the reply came back.

"Yes, This is a job for a man named Cyrus, you may remember him you brought his first wife here for education."

"Vaguly, Farsi right hand ?"

"Yeah, he trusts you and wants you to bring his indorse wife with the sympathy that this is a escort contingent as well as bringing us the girl."

"Why is the escort important ? I need to know what I am getting into. You know that means arming the pilots and crew right ?"

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the escort status is this : Cyrus had a daughter who was married off and within a yr his daughter died at the hands of her husband. Cyrus found out that the same man was arranging a wedding within six month of his girl demise. He felt disrespected by such a short grieving period and that the man was unfit to be a married man. Cyrus the Younger found the house of the little girl and offered a practiced arrangement. He wanted to keep on her out of the handwriting of his quondam son in law. Now the son in law is angry and threatening her, her folk, and him so she is being sent out of the country. She is fifteen and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

"So is she cooperative or will she try to convince me to let her escape ?"

"Yes she is cooperative, she knows she is coming to find out how to run a house and entertain guests from different regions as an action hostess as well as read and spell Farsi and English people, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will have to have someone lookup her well. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be leery of you, but you handled his initiatory married woman who was not so conformable at the metre that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could cover anything under it. He had been in Arabian countries enough to have it off the remainder between the niqab and the burka although few American English did, or bothered to. He texted the buffer and told him to get a female crew member that could speak Farsi fluently, and that this would be a bodyguard as well as transport job. It was the fender job to get the gang and inform them. It was a rolling work party, but a flight like this required four fender and 8 crew members. 2 pilots and 4 crew member would be come alive and working while the others rested at all clip usually the shifts were 8-10 hr depending on the escape time. No one flew timeworn, tired meant mistakes. Other than having two distaff bunch member who could speak Farsi, the work party would be picked from 20 people who worked with mike. If a crew had flown on the last pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a earnings then additional every prison term they flew, more if it was a bodyguard situation as this was.

If the escape was leaving from San Francisco the institute would have taken upkeep of all the arrangements, but the crew that flew out of Colorado was his responsibility, paid for by the institute. Usually this crew worked with him sometimes he loaned them out to early transit experts that were living nearby, but he liked having the same crew members rotated in and out and knowing who would be on card.

"Okay I will leave tonight hopefully by 10 make sure the report are in lodge at the airdrome, we will stay the needed 24 hours for residue and tell Cyrus I will pick up his wife Thursday 10am local time. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Thursday local anesthetic time and we will bring a cab in unless you want someone to piece her up."

"No a cab is fine.

"Okay then. See you in four solar day. I assume my pay will be in the bank in 24 hours."

"Of form, Mike we appreciate you consulting with us."

His consulting business firm was on the up and up taxation wise. He was not sure what the law would say about his"Transport"commercial enterprise. He ensured the safety and delivery of women from their guardians to The Institute. These adult female were all signed over to the institute by their class and/or hubby for specific educational purposes. Some of those were to check how to serve sexually and some were taught how to run a large menage well so as to boost their union prospects. It was an etiquette shoal on steroids. These girl every front was orchestrated usually. Some husbands wanted monster and sluts and sent their second or third wives here to get the household party favor. In addition there was an actual very dear private didactics ingredient which again was prescribed and approved by the distaff's guardians.

The school for male child was across the city and he had done some guarding of boy being sent by their dominate mate to learn how to serve them better. Usually his services were required because the Master did not trust his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew home unaccompanied. The folk were of all raceway, but it did bring him to the heart eastward and Asian countries often.

Mike was worried about his progress with Sally. What if she suddenly got the nerve to go to the bull and he was halfway around the world. Sigh it was a risk of exposure he would give to take away form of. He called a efflorescence workshop and arranged for one blue-blooded clove pink to be delivered to her every day at different multiplication through Sat at dissimilar places, her doorstop with no greenback no vase, outside the police station on the ground, even left at her bus stoppage, random places to make it look he had his eye on her.

When it was time he left to touch the cleaners at quip's apartment, just in case she was successful in going to the cops he need it all cleaned he made sure the tack were changed out with 1 he had bought on the way and took all the bed clothing on the bed to a cleaners close by where she could blame them up. When he came back to manage the cleaners and to add photographic camera to the house. His vantage power point was ripe at his piddling flat, but had blind spots and he wanted to be capable to check in on her while he was gone.

After that he made organisation and waited for sallying forth to get off so he could follow and see what happened.
sallying forth had decided to go to the cops and when the study day was done, there was no more planetary house of blue flowers so she hopped on the bus resolute in her conclusion. She had picked the station that was closest to a bus stop and also was the one closest to her house. Determined that this was the correct choice she got off and proceeded to walk the short distance. She had convinced herself that he would have no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no reasonableness. Once in the station the bull could take caution of this right ? There were fingerprints. There was evidence, this would work out.

She rounded the corner to the main entryway and started up the front stair, when she saw it. A unity low-spirited gillyflower with a banker's bill taped to it. She stopped dead in her tracks, No ! There was no way ! With shaky steps she approached the carnation laying on the primer and picked it up and flipped it over to see the short letter. In the Saame handwriting it simply said :

Are you making a respectable decision, pet ?

Sally walked quickly back down the steps with the carnation and bank note in mitt. She was on the brink of snag, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her school principal was screaming. She leaned against the building and told herself to just breathe, she threw the carnation down on the soil. When she got herself under control she started to think, he could feature left that this morning, he knew where she lived, where the closest constabulary post was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the police could help right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

fountainhead there was only one way to find out so Sally got her heart up again and walked into the police force place and asked to utter with someone, preferably a distaff cop. They asked her to fill out course, but she insisted on speaking to a dame cop first. The first cop seemed bothered but went to see who was useable. The door opened and sortie glanced back taking in the wheel messenger waking in. Her heart skipped a beat and her breath seemed to leave her when she saw, he was carrying a blue clove pink. The messenger rang the doorbell and waited with his paperwork setting the flower on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to breathe. He Knew ! Sally mustered her courage.

"That is a pretty flower."She pulled it closer to her and smelled it looking at the card while she did so."The bike courier was uninterested, but sortie saw what she needed to. The script. It was him.

"Can you sign delight, I am in a rushing"

"Who is this to ?"

"The station"

"huh, that's prissy"The cop said to no one in detail, and looked up as the door chimed and saw Sally walking out as fast as she could out the room access. He shrugged and went back to doing whatever it was he had been doing.

Sally knew she was in trouble. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do ? Sally made her way nursing home not really registering the walk back to the bus block or the ride back to her apartment. She wondered if he was going to be there. When was he coming for her ? Sally looked at her situation logically and wondered what in reality she could do. If he was watching her, and he seemed to be, then moving was out of the doubtfulness, he would just follow her. Entering her apartment things seemed dissimilar. She looked around and there was a down Dianthus caryophyllus in the living way with a note.

Sally, I took the autonomy of having the place cleaned professionally. You may beak up your old cover and sheets at the dry cleaner indicated on the reception tomorrow, in the lag I have provided new one for tonight. Please do deport yourself between now and then.

sortie was too fag out mentally from the unhurt ordeal to even be mad, she made dinner and went to bed betimes and done in by all that had transpired.

microphone had in fact been watching the hale time. He saw Sally buy the farm the police station the first of all time then figure it again. The bicycle messenger had been sitting by his car waiting instructions and when she went in the endorse time. mike gave the bike messenger the tone and flower and told him to get a signature and to put the vase down close to the girl with the carte du jour facing her. He had wanted there to be no doubt in her mind who the bloom was from. He was disappointed his first message had not hit home, he thought that the first one would be enough. The messenger reported what had happened and got paid for his clock time and a prissy tip, mike was relieved she had not talked to the cops, even though he had taken care of the possibility. It was disappointing to him that the messenger was needed at all. He was not surprised, just determined that the example he taught would be learned. He needed to shop for his following visit and architectural plan it out. He had planned on stretching the training out, but he thought maybe he needed to speed up his plans.

Today was Monday, pick up was on Thursday, and they needed 24 hours between landing and flying again so they would leave Tonight, fly into wed., sleep, piece up cargo Thursday, fly home, deliver cargo, home, sleep. Depending on how tired he was on Saturday he may depend in on her without her noesis. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a month off to spend with Sally. They had other Transportation experts, but he had a certain reputation with the more difficult ones, they always came into the institute meek and quiet after 24 hour with microphone. It made the Institute's job easier.

The trajectory over was uneventful, and Mike checked on sallying forth through the cameras he had set up. There were several times he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough time for that. Traveling had become a chore, it could be exhausting, but he did like the unlike modus vivendi. During his check he went and walked around taking in some local sites, but mostly catch some Z's and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the charge time a Mercedes drove into the hanger with. microphone wondered absently if it was bullet test copy which seemed to be the new thing with this class of node. The driver got out and opened the room access behind his and the node emerged. As he walked toward mike the number one wood was going around to the other side of meat. The husband seemed protective of his bursting charge seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between mike's line of tidy sum and the new charge he had yet to see.

"Hello, I am Badi ,. I am thankful you will be accompanying my lovely wife. I do ask that you please be careful. The man who wanted her, is very angry, I do not eff what he will do."

"We will do our best to keep her safe, and bring in her spine to you an educated and well-rounded woman."

"Yes of course, she will not make any job but there is one thing."

"What is that ?"Mike was getting mentally ready, the ones who told him it would be easy, their char were cooperative always caused suspicion with Mike, if they were so good, then why ask for him, why use the Institute at all ?

"She is scared of men. She is very shy. Please be aware of that. I have talked to her she understands that she is going to get an training, and there will not be any sex till she comes dwelling, but she is still leery. Any sudden touching and she will probably cry."

"Ah thanks for the nous up. She will be fine. microphone motioned over the female person work party penis who was also Irani. He had her wait for his signaling by the plane as clientele was done by the Male first then the females came when called.

"Shiva here will be with your unseasoned bride, she will search her, and when we add-in it will be her and Azar who will lean to her. Both girls are Persian, and hump Farsi, and have been trained at the institute so they will be able-bodied to answer questions."

Badi seemed delight at this additional musical arrangement, there was a reason he asked for mike, he had heard history of the other transporters, microphone was all business. He waved his hand without turning around. Quickly the small fry and the driver appeared at his side.

"Qamar this is shiva who will be frisking you as we discussed and she will also be with you on the carpenter's plane. The man is microphone he is the bodyguard who will attach to you to the institute."

Switching to English Badi then turned to Mike"microphone, Siva this is my bride please be thrifty with her."He patted the girl's head a great deal like a founder would and gently pushed her toward Shiva.

The women introduced herself to both in their nomenclature and took the hand of the miss. The two went off to the side and Varisha checked her for weapon system then they boarded the plane. microphone hung back with the hubby to appropriate the ladies time to get settled and to answer any last minute of arc questions. After adieu were said Badi singled the driver. Swiftly the door to the bet on tail opened and Badi climbed in.

On the sheet microphone let Qamar sit in a different section of the woodworking plane so he did not make her so skittish, she seemed set up to bolt if he looked at her, so he wanted her to make relaxed. He left orders that only female members of the crew were to approach her and to make for certain she slept, slipping her a drug if necessary.

She was obviously high strung. As it turned out once mike left her alone and all the men disappeared she seemed to relax and even talk to the cleaning woman a bit, soon drifting off to sleep. Again he checked on Sally when the time changes were even up and she had not really done anything since Monday. He knew her clove pink were getting to her, because he would see them in the trash that was good she had to be thinking about him then.

The flight was smooth and getting through airport surety was slowly since everything had been sent on ahead and checked so they just verified the ID's and processed the pass. In the cab on the way to The Institute Qamar was queasy, but not obnoxious. microphone wanted to calm her down, but figured there was not lots he could do being a male, and given her upbringing so he left her alone and the head trip from the airport was very quiet. He texted the Institute to let them sleep together they were on their way.

Once inside the teacher came out and took Qumar to her new way, which was bound to be very luxurious given her family and Mike sought out an instructor friend.

The instructors had a branch wing when they were off duty so Mike went to his elbow room first, and was in luck.

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey Mike ! You on a delivery ?"

"Yeah just dropped her off. How's the living ?"

"Hey I get paid for being a bastard and fucking woman, it's a expert life."Oren laughed

Mike smiled It was a life he had enjoyed once and the pay was not bad as he recalled, although he got paid a lot more as a consultant/body guard.

"I got a project coming up, a custom job for me. I just taught her some basics, but she needs more than fourth dimension. Besides her basement cortege is not done being built yet."

"Oh, Mike, you got ta let me in on this !"

"Maybe you can come watch her sometime once she is at my house while I am on a job, but Oren, no touch, just look, If I let you."

"Man Mike we used to share them all."

"Yeah promise me sentimental."

"I need to not be disturbed next weekend is that possible ? I was going to hold off another week, but she did not behave."

"Why not station her here ? We can get her obedient in no time while your basement is being built."

"Oren, I like the mind secret plan I like watching them struggle with their new world and coming to term with it in one defeat after another, that I am their new world. I want my own exceptional touch modality, my booster and I don't want anyone else touching her till I say."

"poor people little girl, your touch is rough."

"Ah she will be pure once I get her under control."

"I have a young lady that could use your remarkable talent on the unwilling if you want to get off."

"Not this time, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to equip myself with some new target I saw in the store and then hop a sheet home, I got ta stoppage on my labor. ``

"All right, well maybe future time."Oren missed training lady friend with Mike. They made a trade good tag team.

microphone spent time at the memory going over the severity of Sally's transaction and picking out just the right method acting of penalisation. By the fourth dimension he was done he was excited about the next weekend with his project.

On the flight of stairs domicile he thought of Sally and all the new things he and bought to try out on her.

Once at his base of operations, Mike slept, checked on Sally, she was asleep, but her bedroom light was on….nightmares perhaps ? Mike knew that was probably unfeigned, but wished there was another way to get inside a soul's headspring. They seemed to always bear nightmares. On the way from the aerodrome he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few carnations here and there in the apartment just to make sure she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a time for atonement. He was going to teach her who was in kick on Friday. microphone went shopping for food and other odds and ends to make certainly he was make .