The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The investigating Menachem Begin

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

The next morning time when I woke up, I found myself in bed with both Jill and Dakota once again. Jill faced away from my binding and Dakota was all snuggled into me with her precious 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 daybreak duties, I washed my custody and came out of the bathroom looking at my two lovelies still sleeping. I put on a span of short pants 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 trash of succus and just sat at the kitchen mesa seeing Bobby and Sammy still putting thing 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 electric switch and the coffee berry pot roared to animation making both ladies smile.

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

Jennifer started,"Are you kidding us, St. David ? He's been trying so hard these past few calendar month to emulate you that how could he NOT appear and act more mature. Holy Irish bull, you are old enough to really be his founder, and for that, I am so grateful. Many times, when I hear Dakota phone call you ‘ dad'I think that maybe John should be calling you the Same thing. You have done more for him in the past few calendar month than his biologic Father ever did,"she says to me with a big smiling on her face.

Sharon adds,"Jeeze David, he dresses like you, he shaves every day even on Lord's Day, he handles himself in a much more mature style, he has shown you and Jill that he is really responsible and when times got a bit chilling he buckled down and made sure enough all of us lady were rubber and secure, starting with Jennifer and Diane,"she says before leaning into me and giving me a kiss.

visual perception 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 face door. Jennifer got up and went to the door, 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 speak to me. She called out to me.

When I reached the front end door, I opened it wide and invited the gentleman's gentleman inside. He declined and asked me to step outside, which I did.

I saw several agents buzzing around taking pictures and measurements.

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

"fountainhead, maitre d', it's St. David. Mr. Greene is my deceased person Father,"I tell him.

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI protocol requires me to call you Mr until the guinea pig is wrapped up,"he explains which was the first time person had rebuffed my endeavor to be called David, which I was fine with since it made sense.

"fountainhead, maitre d'hotel. Let me ask, how are all your agent ?"Looking at him, causing me to squint a bit looking towards the forenoon sun.

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

I summon Sharon over and tell her the news. She kisses me on the impertinence and runs off to get her phone. In literally seconds, I see her chatting with someone, whom I assume is agent Don. I see her smile. She puts her earphone down and comes back to me telling me she is heading over to his house to ‘ get care of him'all the piece she is smiling her big beautiful smile. I check with the Captain to cause sure it is OK for her to leave, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

She quickly heads off to change clothes and go see Agent Don.

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

"May I offer your investigation some assistance ?"I ask.

"How can you do that ?"

"I can wee-wee you a DVD of all of our security cameras in just a few minutes if you are matter to ?"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 certificate frame-up and nods his forefront in approval.

"senior pilot just give me a match of minutes and I'll have that DVD for you,"I tell him.

"Mr. Greene, do you have a copy of the former shooting your house took a duo of workweek ago as well ?"

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

I put the first DVD into a acquit case and handwriting it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a phonograph recording of centre out. Bobby begins to wind up several steaks into a great piece of tinfoil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 rib into two large pieces of tinfoil When all the sum is wrapped up, they put the three pieces of wrapped nub into a paper bag and hand it to Captain Perez, who tries politely to turn away. They won't hear of it and force him to take the newspaper publisher bag.

I just grin.

I ask him if he would like a cup of coffee, he declines to say that he needs to get back out of doors to supervise his Guy and the investigation.

"captain, may we discuss someone from the City constabulary for a couple of minute ?"I say as we are walking back towards the front door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are companion with a City police Lieutenant Vladimir Horowitz. I mean, I'm not for certain if Special broker Fernandez made cite of him in his paper or not,"I say to the Captain.

"well, yes there were a dyad of notations about him, but what do you desire to say about Lt. Horowitz ?"He asks.

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

"wellspring, Mr. Henry Graham Greene, it's Sir Thomas More 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 psyche affirmative to acknowledge his petition for me to be mute on the matter.

Once back outside, chieftain puts his food and the DVDs into his bureau vehicle. He reaches into his pocket and manus 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 places that are rattling to live, but role of DC are just as ghetto as some of the more well-known ghettos across the country 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 column and I need to go visit 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 lupus erythematosus than ten age ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is lots of money spent ensuring that buildings stay clean and jerk and tasteful in appearing, but not the Kraft construction. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking care of it the moment it became tenanted,"he tells me, which really surprised me that we would get such an dependable perspective of the building.

"Well, it's no longer going to be called the Kraft building. We're renaming it the bird of Jove. We have renamed all of the towers that we bought after a raspberry of some sorting,"I tell him.

"Where else did you buy ?"He asks.

"well, here in LA, which we call the hawk. One in Tampa, which we call the Flamingo, one in capital of Wisconsin Wisconsin which we call the Snowy Owl, and one in Toronto that we call the Blue Jay,"I tell him.

"That will be nice to alter the names to give people the understanding that ownership has changed,"the master says.

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

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

"None of them are designed to be named after the sports franchise. They are named after birds that are endemic 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 pouch and offers me one of his cigars."Do you like a good cigar ?"He asks me.

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

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

I turn and go back inside.

CHAPTER 2

I see Gospel According to John is now up and eating. I just smile and giggle to myself. Bobby comes over to me and enquire how many steaks or costa would I like to eat, or would I choose them to make me a regular breakfast ? I followed john's lead and took the rib asking for 5 with some murphy salad if there is any left.

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

John isn't saying a word ; he just keeps shoveling the nutrient into his mouth. I see him with a glassful of juice, no pauperism to ask what flavour the succus is.

As we sit there, a run-over looking young lady scuffs into the kitchen. She kisses King John on the brass and comes over to me to do the same thing.

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

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

"Sunday,"I tell her.

Her eyes get big and she says,"Shit. Where are my clothes ? I have a shimmy at the eating place at 2,"she says in a much more frantic manner.

"favorite, I believe that your clothes are on the floor in the garage next to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Friday night,"I say to her smiling the all time. This makes John snort while eating.

Missy gets up and mind out to the garage. A few minute of arc later she came back within and asked,"Um, how do I get out of the service department. The big threshold seems to be locked,"she says. I get up and abide by her out to the garage. I undo the carabiner from the track and raise the doorway, pushing the open clitoris. 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 the figurehead gate. She slowly drives her car through the gate and down the route. I close the gate as I see captain Perez watching me.

I hit the button to close the garage doorway and walk back inside.

After John goal, I ask him to raise all the security shutters to allow the sunlight into the theatre. He tosses his plate with the empty bones into the glass and moves to the rump of the house to get raising the shutters. His sound buzzes.

"hullo, this is John. No, you promised me that your measuring guys would be here today, not tomorrow. So, here's the programme. If you are determined to not show up until tomorrow, you will see the caller who has taken your job. Otherwise, you have until 3 this afternoon to deliver your measuring people here. Thank you and feature a nice day,"he says without raising his voice or being nasty. I am very proud of him. He's handling himself with expectant maturity and demeanor.

Dakota and Donna come scuffling into the kitchen, where Sammy pokes the push 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 reasonably sure I know where they all are but decide to get up and go check for myself. I walk out to the pool sign of the zodiac 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 Gemini the Twins are all right. I thank him and head over to the studio.

I knock on that door, but no one answers. I hear spokesperson inside. I quietly open the door and whole tone inside. There I see Allison with a camera on her berm and Belinda sitting unsloped with her back against a wall masturbating. She has a dildo that she is using to get to her pinnacle. Suddenly she stops. Allison asks,"What's the thing ? Why did you stop ?"

Belinda just raises her arm straight out from her monumental chest to taper at me. I say,"I'm sorry, I guess I caused that,"causing Allison to jump but not drop the photographic camera as she wasn't expecting anyone to verbalize behind her.

I offer my table service to avail Belinda reach that all problematical orgasm. She nods in approval. I move over to her and pull on her stage sliding her body down to be savourless on the ground. I lay between her wooden leg and begin to lick her fair sex ; I only get a few proceedings in before there is a bang 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 room wanting to address to you,"he says through the threshold. Allison opens the door and I invite him inside.

"John, maybe you could finish what I have started since exceptional Agent Fernandez's timing is rather poor,"I say getting up from between Belinda's legs and pass over my human face off with a towel I see on the comeback. I head out pulling the door closed behind me and head inside. Once I was inside the theatre, I saw extra Agent Fernandez standing by the front threshold with an envelope in his hand.

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

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

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

"Is there a job,"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 count on what else to do with this money. I take it down the dorm to Jill. I hand her the confirmation and smile.

"Nice,"Jill says looking at the check.

I got to thinking about how I had stopped reading Bob's diaries. I looked for the one that I had started. I found it in the living room, side by side to the couch on an end table. I picked the book up and settled into the cast to take some to a greater extent. One item that I saw which interested me was a street sign fellowship. Bob made a good level that most if not all street planetary house seem to be universal proposition. As he put it in the record book,"A stop sign is just that no matter where it might be posted in the US,"making note that it is possible for a company to bid on DOT contract and bring in and ship to the diverse locations the signs.

I find a pen in the binder of the Good Book and circle this estimation.

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

"Don't headache about it, Miss Donna. We do this all the prison term,"Bobby tells her. I say to Donna and Dakota to not be active as there is glass everywhere. Both of them pick their understructure up and put them on the rundle of the chair.

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

As john works his way around the lower level of the house, Diane comes out and begins to facilitate him. I see them stealing candy kiss 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, pop,"she says to me.

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

"No. He's listening and following directions. He's starting to anticipate, which is near,"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 vacuum cleaner. She hands it to Sammy who plugs it in and turns it on.

After just a couple of bit, Sammy has the entire base vacuumed and he wraps up the corduroy and hands it back to Amy.

I put the diary from Bob into a draftsman in the kitchen and top dog to my office 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 minute 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 computer and get prepared for Rob's email. Once loaded up I read the heading,"danger WILL James Harvey Robinson, DANGER,"I smile because I know of Rob's love for old TV show, such as ‘ Lost In outer space ’.

I open the email and it reads,"fountainhead, as you anticipated, I found several early employees that have not been terminated off the arrangement. Three of the horse tracks that you sold have all their employees still active in our system. I terminated all the employees from the sawhorse tracks. Out of wonder, did you produce any casinos ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own THREE casinos. One in Oklahoma, one in Florida, and one in Arizona. The three sum of Sir Thomas More than 3,000 employees. I have made a tilt of them but need your centering on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

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

"Well, we apparently now own three casinos. Oklahoma, Florida, and Grand Canyon State,"I tell her.

"How did we larn 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 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 cell sound and dials up Rob.

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

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

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

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

My nous races towards Tina and her being in Phoenix with her Mother.

Jill thanks Rob for his tough work and ends the call. I suggest,"Hey, since we will be traveling this hebdomad, why don't we stop over in Phoenix to confabulate Tina and check on this casino 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 shot at your home. I guess the fools are stupid person, shooting up a party that is full of FBI agents and their families. 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 target as you have three ladies who are pregnant. The bad guys may think that your impuissance is through them,"he writes.

I reply that I agree with his opinion that they may target the three significant ladies, but I joke ‘ guess they haven't met Dakota yet ’.

As I sit at my laptop, 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 electronic mail number and see that there are 311 emails. I round up the ones that are duplicates and cancel them before I begin to learn the ones labeled ‘ read-only ’. My task is to study and delete them, getting my email box empty. It takes about two minute to register all the emails.

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

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

It is just over a one-half minute before my email inbox is also empty. We both closely our laptop computer and head downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a small shard of glass all the way out into the dining elbow room. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our first aid kit offering to take upkeep of this for me. She squirts it with hydrogen peroxide, drying it with a piece of cotton plant rub and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ howdy Kitty'Band-Aid. This garners several bird and comment from the mathematical group. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ Hello pot'Band-Aid.

As usual, Dakota did a fine 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 settle to gather everyone that is inside the house currently.

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

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

"well, I've spoken with Roger though email and we have concluded that we need some program put in place regarding this business firm and a United States Department of State of lockdown. First, let me protrude with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a ass on the floor, no matter where they are. The tight unity to any windows will poke the clit to leave out the security measure shutters. Those who have a carry permit will retrieve their piece, attaching it to their hip until the unhurt effect 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 John is here. He becomes in rush. No one leaves and no one enters the sign of the zodiac, except for law enforcement. Everyone knows that I'm not a fan of Lt. Vladimir Horowitz, so do not let him inside no matter what he says. This is a private abidance and he is not welcome. Should both John and Dakota not be here, then any of the four ladies Donna, Paula, Jennifer, or Sharon are to be in charge. If I call anyone and narrate 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 surprised faces.

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

Paula raises her helping hand to respond the enquiry,"Um, You and Jill are in 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 shutters,"she says.

"THAT'S RIGHT !"I say glad to hear that at least one person is listening.

"If bathroom is here, who's in kick 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 code 69 mean ?"I ask.

Once again, Paula with the answer,"It means, no topic 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 raise her hand, but she keeps it down. Finally, Donna answers,"Then either Paula, Sharon, Jennifer, or I are in charge,"she tells everyone.

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

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

"Use your full judgment,"I tell everyone.

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

Gospel According to John, Donna, Diane, Marcus, Amy, missy, Danni, and Aurora. I do the mental math in my brain, ‘ this should drop the $ 250K and maybe even a bit more ’.

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a knock on the breast door. Again, Jennifer opens it to see Captain 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 door,"Hello chieftain,"I say to him.

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

We shake hands 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 completely time.

"We should be there either Tuesday or Wed, 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 skillful with no agent buzzing around it.

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

There is a knock at the nominal head door again. I open it to find the guy from the Ice truck.

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

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

"I'll hold open the keys then, to get the truck repaired,"I tell them. We shake hands and off he goes in a waiting fomite that is in the street outside the battlefront gate.

I head inside and ask John and Marcus to finish emptying the ice truck into the many coolers that still line the exterior of the home 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 bozo see what is going on and link up in to help oneself,

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

King John does observe,"David, you remember we have those big freezers in the big kitchen and the third kitchen. Maybe we should replete them first to hold and use the ice instead of putting them in the coolers and losing the ice."

"John, that's a enceinte thought ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the coolers outside. In fact, maybe founder a couple of bags to the similitude in the puddle house. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes John to smile even though he knows that the CG male child are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and John lead off loading the dolly with handbag of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need more than one dolly, so I text Dakota to order a couple more doll, the type that the beverage vendors use. They fold out to carry much more than just the steady standup dolly. She texts back her usual ‘ K ’.

I decide to manoeuvre out to the ice truck to see just how many purse of ice still remained in the vertebral column. As I peered around the room access, I see maybe 200-300 traveling bag still stacked up. I shook my head knowing that all of this won't fit in the two freezer, but maybe Gospel According to John or Marcus can pile them to take a majority.

As I come back around the back of the hand truck, a car sits at the logic gate honking its motor horn. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the gate's electronic panel, poke the conquer buttons and the gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a kiss. I poke the necessary push to close the logic gate and intend that maybe we need to induce the gate company come and put different four-digit codes into the electronics so trusted hoi polloi, 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 afford 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 give some gasoline mileage on it and as she seems to make Chateau claim, some for work, some for play maybe she needs a better one as well.

Once I get into the garage, I poke the push, the garage door finale behind her. I open her number one wood's door to help her stride out. She puts her arms around me and kisses me passionately.

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

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

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

Ronda goes over to each of them and buss them and asks,"Is there any Sir Thomas More of that scrumptious coffee I smell ? I haven't had any coffee since I left the infirmary early this forenoon,"she tells us. Sammy begins to pour her a cup asking if she needs ointment or sugar.

"If I need cream, I know who to get it from,"she says smiling at me. This causes a giggle among the ma'am sitting in the dine area.

Ronda has her coffee in one hand and takes my deal to contribute me to my own sleeping accommodation. I hear the ladies joke saying,"Guess she needed some ointment for her coffee,"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 piece of work,"

She stops and turns around saying,"Oh, you company pooper. I'll go handle my oeuvre then you're mine,"she says with a odd lilliputian smile.

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

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

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

Ronda started the same way, blood pressure turnup, listening to her heartbeat and breathing, and asking various questions. It took several to a greater extent instant before Ronda told us that she would care Dakota to get some blood tests 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 omit in taking her prenatal vitamins. St. David, she needs to take them regularly they don't aid her sitting in the nursing bottle,"Ronda tells me.

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

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

I think for a here and now before I tell Bobby and Sammy,"Gentlemen before Dakota gets one bead of coffee bean, she must contain her antenatal vitamin. This is authoritative to me guy cable,"I say to them. Both chefs acknowledge what I have told them and agree.

Dakota answers,"That's just think of pop. No java without me taking my vitamins, mean value, just plain tight,"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 doc bag, zips it closed and takes me by the hand once again taking a huge draught of her java, emptying the cup. This makes for another of the ladies at the dining way mesa to quip once again,"dead reckoning she doesn't want the cream for her deep brown, maybe she just likes the taste of his cream,"causing 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 bulwark. I am expecting one of her delicious blowjobs, but quite to my surprise, she sits on the bed facing me with all her wearing apparel on.

"St. David, do you remember telling me that we would throw a wonderful baby together ?"She asks.

"Of course, I do."

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

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

"wellspring, variety of. I see significant womanhood every day and, in my point, I hear the tick-tock of my baby making years going by faster 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 my child. You are smart, you are handsome, you make undecomposed conclusion, you mentor Saint John the Apostle telling me that you would be a wonderful parent. Why can't I shake this feeling about you ?"She says with her eyes 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 arms for quite a while.

"Darling, I love you as well. However, there is person in this equation that you need to get permission from. I would bang to make 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 permit for, including us playing, but to create a child, 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 clip that she sees the way we look at each other, more like fan than play partners,"I say to her.

I continue on,"favourite, I am more than willing to create a minor with you. You are many things that near men would need. You're beautiful, you're a sexual dynamo, you are ache, you are hardworking, you have a tenderness inside you, and your still reasonably young."The last remark gets me a dawdler in the rib from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably young ?"She asks.

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

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

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

"More than I care to admit. In my head, I think that I can just enhance our tyke as a individual parent and if you participate then it only benefits our child, if you choose to not participate then I've lost nothing since I'm acting as a unity parent,"she tells me before raising up to buss me passionately.

"Darling, you won't have to provoke our child alone. Hell, motion into the Chateau with us and trade your household. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be former pregnant women here as well. In fact, the whole Chateau will be overrun with children by future Allhallows Eve,"I tell her. This makes her smile.

"Would you really need me to prompt in here ? And, what about all the shootings that have gone on here lately ?"Ronda asks.

"Yes, I would have intercourse for you to strike in here. As for the shot, well, the FBI is all over it. In addition, I'm putting a couple More protection things in position,"I tell her trying to make her feel safe about coming here.

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

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

"love, 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 tike,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be right ; I do feel something consanguine to the chemistry between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a stronger stead in my heart 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 way. I frown a bit hoping that we would at least frolic before she went looking for Jill.

I get up and head back out to the kitchen where I was greeted by a couple of the ladies checking their imaginary watches saying,"WOW, pa that really was a band aid,"causing the madam to erupt with giggles and some laughter.

CHAPTER 4

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

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

Jill begins,"David, are you willing to ca-ca a babe with Ronda ?"

"well, only if you give your favorable reception. There are few thing 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 people, like Kim and Kay,"she says.

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

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

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

"Then what is it ?"

"Dr. Ronda wants to have a baby with David,"she says.

"THAT'S ALL ? hell on earth, who here doesn't want to have a baby by Jacques Louis David ?"Mom says laughing.

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

"No, no test-tube. Just plain stitch ole sex and I'm pretty sure my David will take full reward of trying to produce the sister every opportunity he gets,"Jill says giggling some more.

Ronda stands up, releasing Jill's bridge player and comes over to me taking my script and saying,"C'mon devotee, we have a baby to make,"smiling the whole time.

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

"David, make dear to me,"Ronda says in a wild-eyed 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 hornlike,"as she begins to piece on my ear.

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

I slide my hips between her thigh lining up my humanness with her opening. I gently push just a small bit of my cock 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 stopcock into her kitty. It doesn't acquire very long before I'm fully inside of her. We begin our knife thrust in unison. She whispers in my ear,"I will make love you forever,"barely audible.

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

We match each other's thrusting before I hear her reach her first gear peak,"OH MY GAWD Saint David, I SO dear YOU,"telling me as she cums hard for the first orgasm.

As I'm thrusting into her, out of the recession 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 St. David, YOU MAKE ME CUM SO DAMN HARD,"as her eyes roll back in her head.

"ducky, 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 teacher on my chest.

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

"Hold on a second, now you ma'am 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 chuck me on the straits like an owner pats their favorite dog."Nice boy, you made mammary gland some money,"smiling as she said that.

Something in my oral sex made me think about tomorrow being Monday. I ask everyone to manoeuvre back to the TV room once again. I see a couple of eye rolls, but everyone heading back there.

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

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

I stand at the door 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 ensure the surety camera from prison term to time. Tomorrow I'm going to draw near the urban center Council to see if they will sell me the route that leads to our star sign, maybe they'll just be happy that there is one LE road that they will possess to exert and let me have it for a sane monetary value,"I tell everyone.

John and Marcus come into the TV way all sweaty. They have completed their task and the ice truck is now empty. Dakota begins dialing up for a truck size tow truck to come to break up up the ice motortruck and subscribe to it over to the lieu that all the limousine get fixed.

It dawns on me that if the hummer didn't come out the other incline, then maybe captain Perez would want to commit his forensics team out to fish out the slugs.

After I say my lecture about not changing tomorrow's normal obligation, I dial up maitre d' Perez.

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

"Captain, this is David Greene. It occurs to me that the ice truck in my courtyard might have two or three hummer in it. There are three bullet maw, so if they didn't come out the early side, your forensics team may be able to retrieve them,"I say to him.

"I'll send them right over. They should be there in about an hour or lupus erythematosus,"he tells me.

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

We end the call.

"What's that randomness ?"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 work, John,"I say to him.

"dad, are we dismissed ?"Dakota asks.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed,"

Ronda leans in and gives me a kiss, causing Dakota to issue forth over and do the same.

"Remember, aim your prenatal vitamins or no coffee,"I say to her smiling. She playfully slaps me on the articulatio humeri before kissing me and walking away swinging her precious ass at me.

Bobby comes around the quoin and asks me if it was OK to draw tonight taco-night. I told him it was fine. He said that he and Sammy have differing meat seasonings and would care 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 household, or do we need to make a foodstuff store run ?"I ask.

"We have everything including hard-shell and soft taco scale,"Sammy tells me.

I was thinking that this could be a fun night."Be for sure to announce to everyone that tonight is greaser night. Oh, and I hope I don't have to evidence you that John will probably eat a twelve or more 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 William Ashley Sunday Night and there will be a competition that everyone needs to enter in. I see everyone's eyes brighten up, including my young lover/baby maker Dr. Ronda.

"Guess I'll have to savor 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 make a little disjoined pan of meat with virtually no seasoner which made her smile.

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

The CG boys are dating porno similitude. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want babies from me. Diane is significant with Gospel According to John's baby and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are wonderful women who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio apartment business organization. BJ and Danni are wonderful sexually charged women that are both beautiful as well as being voguish. missy will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to take on with. Belinda seems to be working hard with Allison as well. Aurora has fit in well here and her cleaning Service has taken the load off Amy to run the house. The two chefs are comic in addition to being marvellous cooks. Gospel According to John, well he is my protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the transition from being a kid in Diane's crew that just always said ‘ fuck'to a mature youth man that accepts duty and has a much more mature demeanor.

Amy has really begun to prosper in the purpose of steward of the house. Getting the cleaning service was perfect. Now she can sharpen on just running the mansion and not being a striver to it.

And then there is Mom. She's beautiful, she's sexually a dynamo. Clearly, she and Fred have found some form of happiness. Mom guides me when I find myself in a unmanageable post. I am very glad to have brought her to the Cicily Isabel Fairfield slide and helped her sell her stuffy mansion house in the Hamptons, for which she got the highest 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 sorting of kinship going on with Mom. He remains the stoic gentleman always looking out for the family's safety. His two nephews have been wonderful guarding the castle mentality. Now that they are dating the porn twins, I'm sure that their awareness of security will amp up when need be.

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

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

I checked with Dakota to pee-pee sure everything was set up with the jet for an early morning Tues release. We discussed going to DC first, then down to Atlanta to see this edifice that Jennifer is trying to stimulate a plenty on, and then on to Tampa. On the return, we will stop unannounced in Phoenix to ingest a looking 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 have fourth dimension with the new child, our baby.

Thinking about our three pregnant ladies, Diane is the outset due in mid to late May. Dakota is next to be due in later June. Jill due after the Fourth of July and now, if I get Dr. Ronda meaning before Christmas, she'll be looking at an August or Labor Day due appointment. I laughed at my own laugh ; she goes into travail on Labor Day.

CHAPTER 5

As dinner time approached, Bobby and Sammy gathered us all to number to the dining room table. No one was surprised that John had his ass in a chairman before anyone else. Although when Diane walked up to the mesa, Gospel According to 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. St. John just sat there smiling being thankful that he only has one lady pregnant.

Bobby and Sammy announced that dinner was served. He made it clear that the ma'am 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 guidance to come to wetback William Ashley Sunday. Paula went down the hall and came back seconds later telling all of us that she ‘ was meddlesome ’. We all laughed as the noblewoman got up and made their taco.

The hard-crispy racing shell were going at a charge per unit of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded clams, diced tomatoes, acidulate cream, cheddar cheese and Monterey jackfruit cheeses all shredded, both tonic and pickled cayenne, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, various hot sauces, a red-pepper based mole and a sweet tangy sauce.

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

Diane took a little total of both portions of meat and made two similar taco, both with the flour tortilla. She put meat, loot, diced tomatoes, and shredded Cheddar cheese. She also took a spoon of the mango-lime salsa, which she said tasted like zippo that she has ever had. That made both chefs smile as did me.

Jill and Dakota must accept taken eating category from John. They both took 4 crunchy taco case each. Two eggshell for each essence. They put the meat in the case then covered it with the repair that they wanted.

John, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the erotica twins, the CG boys, and Allison might be. trick and I both got up and went outside. John the Evangelist went to the twin's door telling the four of them that it was Taco night and that their presence was being missed at the dinner tabular array.

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

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

"I'm sorry ma'am, but dinner is served and your front or lack of it is detectable. It's Taco Dominicus and the chefs would like you to enter in their minuscule 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 sofa. They both walk with me back to the main house.

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

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

Once all the noblewoman have 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 difficult shell and begins filling them with center and altering. Jennifer, St. John's Mom, makes luminosity of Saint John the Apostle's endless appetite. Everyone giggles.

The eating and socializing go on for a couple of hours. The CG boys treat us with fib of some of their amazing risky venture working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the evening telling us about being aboard the ‘ Big peg ’. All in all, it was a delightful time. A time that we all needed to let the strain of the recent effect just go by.

As the dinner began to wreathe down, I asked Dr. Ronda to stay the night, but she said she had to get back family as she has a few patients in the infirmary that she needs to visit before heading to the business office in the sunrise. Before she leaves, she does make mention that moving in here would save her about a one-half an hour of drive time as it is so much closer to the hospital that she works out of.

"Just one of the things in the life of a medico,"she tells me. I kiss her and take the air her out to her car. I poke the push button to open the garage door and the front gate. I watch her cause off thinking how the child will be so beautiful, all because of her.

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

"Are you really OK with Dr. Ronda wanting to consume a baby 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 pee 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 feel unquiet that Dakota and I are already pregnant with your tyke and now Dr. Ronda wants one as well ?"

"Actually, I feel quite honored. You and I had discussed this in bed a duo of time. Until she told me, I never knew that one of Dakota's closed book was to have a infant and it really shocked me that she chose me as the Father. Now, Dakota says that I look at Ronda differently than any early of the playgroup,"I say to Jill.

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

"Really ? Jealous ? I would never own 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 lucky that you married me,"I say to her.

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

When we get back inside, we hear all the rowdy laughter from the chemical group. Apparently, someone challenged bathroom that he couldn't eat another 12 taco, fully loaded. He was currently eating numeral 7 and didn't look like he was slowing down a bit.

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

John finished numeral 7 and begins at number 8. In my forefront, I was sure that this was Dakota's doing, but a few arcminute 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 Lackland's eating riding habit, it would be Jennifer.

John finished number 8, then 9, then 10. At telephone number 11, John showed a major slow 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 Capsicum annuum longum underneath all the mending. She let the juice from the jalapeno drip all over the centre before adding the mend.

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

However, with the closed book item in the taco, privy 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 River, sat back pop and took another huge sharpness. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big swallow of milk. On the final bite, he dangled the pungency over his back talk before shoving it in. The girls all laughed as Jennifer had to hand over the money collected to John.

lavatory counted the money and gave me one-half of the winnings. I just told him to keep back it. I knew in my heart that he would birth a solution to the mysterious ingredient that his Mother has put in the taco.

Bobby and Sammy both laughed out loud asking John if he wanted any more tacos. This drew laugh from everyone. All in all, St. John had made over $ 100 from that niggling bet. His mother said it was the best money spent on John Lackland in a long while.

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner party mesa. Mom went over to the little pan that the chefs had waiting for her with lilliputian to no spice. She took a spoonful and kissed each one on the cheek telling them the meat was perfect. Fred let her make a plate before he made one for himself. He took 4 laborious greaser eggshell filling two each with each meat. He really didn't take much of the mend. He took some gelt, some diced tomatoes, and some shredded American cheese cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the tabular array to vote for the substance. Pan one, the xanthous pan. Pan two the blue devil pan. As I went around the table it seemed to go back and forth chickenhearted, blue sky, yellow, blue, spicy, yellow and on and on.

After everyone had cast their vote, it was blue ahead by one vote, but Fred had not voted. He chose yellowness. That tied it all up and the two chefs shook handwriting and decided to do the Lapplander thing the next taco night.

As the nighttime went on, people began heading to bed since tomorrow was a work day. Jill and I were one of the last 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 slumber.

I opened my eye checking that I had put my phone 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 import in my life changed matter for the better.

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