The Chauffeur ( # 43 ) Fighting Back

BY PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Waking up with a refreshed Jill was a delightful way to open my optic. For the first tie in a long while, Dakota did not catch some Z's in my bed. I got up and headed towards the bathroom for my morning rite. I shaved and I showered.

Once I was through, I went back out to the sleeping accommodation where my darling wife was still sleeping. I put on apparel to head towards the Hawk today as my 24 time of day of staying at the Chateau is now over.

I unplug my phone, snaffle my billfold and key and a pair of shoes and socks. I quietly leave the chamber and oral sex towards the kitchen. Once I'm in the kitchen, Dakota and John are already there. John, of course, is eating a bowling ball of cereal. Dakota, my pet, is sitting quietly having a cup of coffee.

Bobby and Sammy ask if I want eggs or something else for breakfast. I agree testicle sound good. They begin to give me several scrambled testis with bacon and some fried potatoes. lavatory finishes his bowl of cereal and asks for some bollock as well.

Both whoremonger and Dakota are dressed for work. Slowly, people file out into the kitchen arena. I hear what sounds the likes of rainfall. I look out the front windowpane and see that it is pouring laborious. I think to myself ; do I head to play today or stay here at the Chateau ? My mind leans towards heading to the Hawk.

Over the adjacent half minute or so, people come out to the kitchen. Bobby and Sammy offer them breakfast. Most of them take the whirl. I check the time and head back down to the bedchamber to prepare sure she is awake and beginning to get fix for body of work. When I open the bedroom door, there sits my gorgeous wife doing her hair at her makeup table. I sneak up behind her and snog her from ass. She moans as I put my arm around her from stern.

I kiss her again and head up back out towards the kitchen once again. I realize that I still don't have my laptop, nor does Jill experience her tower. I think about using information processing system at the office.

Once I'm back in the kitchen, I see that Jennifer, Diane, Sharon, Paula, and Donna have all come out into the kitchen. Three of them are eating some bollock and bacon from the chefs.

"Hey guys, could we throw a nice pork joint for dinner tonight ? Maybe fresh made mashed Irish potato and either some carrots or green bean along with one of your delicious Gaius Julius Caesar salads. Is that possible ?"I ask.

"No St. David, we don't make anything like that. Maybe we will have some Warren E. Burger from Red robin delivered…. ha, ha, ha,"Sammy says to me causing me to laugh a bit with his sarcasm.

BJ and Danni are both dressed wonderfully. I think to myself that we need to make sure that we are rotating a duad of the hoi polloi from the Hawk to ensure that Danni gets a lunchtime.

Noticing the sentence once again, I suggest that we should pop heading towards the vehicles in the service department and drive to put to work. Paula and Donna both get into their fomite. John unlocks the garage doorway by removing the carabiners from the track.

Dakota, Sharon, and I get into Dakota's BMW. privy, Jennifer, and Diane all get into John's truck. Jill, BJ, and Danni all get into Jill's Mercedes. All five vehicle leave the service department and walk through the front gate to channelise towards work.

We are all driving carefully as we haven't had hard rainwater in quite a while. In fact, it probably has been 6 or 7 weeks since we have had any rain at all. When we get to the war hawk, we all find a parking spot on the back storey. Once parked, we walk across the walk into the building. We all say hello/good forenoon to the security guard and get on the elevator to channelize up to the top floor.

Once I am there, we all get off the elevator. Sharon, Danni, Jennifer, and Diane all head to their desks. I head to my own desk as well. Jill and BJ head into one of the league room to let room to spread out their paperwork. We all begin to dig into our jobs. I open my figurer to mark off the work emails once again. As I scan the email, I don't see any threatening emails this time. I check with Jill and she doesn't have any leery emails either.

I begin my common sorting of e-mail. I scan them and find one from Rob, the IT guy. He discusses things that his group think need to be addressed regarding our computer system. He suggests that we put some new host into free rein. He also suggests that we upgrade directly from Microsoft the security department programs to protect our company. His patronage hint make a wholly lot of good sense and I give him the go-ahead to clear the changes. However, I ask if we should keep his group on staff, so he isn't overloaded with projects. I figure that I'll get a reply either later today or tomorrow.

I begin to go through the ‘ read-only'email, version and deleting them. I hear Jill swear a bit coming from her group discussion room. BJ is apologizing and heading to the printer to get whatever Jill sent there. In my psyche, it seems as if BJ is doing quite well for Jill.

As I get back to my desk, I see the clock on my computer tell me that it is nearly 11 am. I think to myself that we probably need to order lunch to be delivered since it is still raining. As I'm looking over the restaurant menu's online, Danni comes to my office door and tells me that there is person here who would care to address to me. I get up and observe her back to the response sphere. As I approach the domain, I see a Los Angeles Policeman.

"hullo, I'm David Greene. I understand that you wanted to see me ?"I say to the officer.

"Yes, sir. I'm ship's officer King James Williams. I need you to come with me,"he tells me. I'm completely lost."Let me get my assistant,"I tell him. He lets me know that he needs only me and not any of my assistant. He has me wondering what is going on and I get my raincoat and we head out. I tell Danni to let Dakota and Jill know that I have left with Officer Hiram Williams. She assures me that she will let both of them know.

police officer Sir Bernard Williams and I head down to the second floor. We take the crossover to the parking garage. I say hello again to the security precaution as we head over to the garage. Once I'm in the garage, I see his squad car. He unlocks it and we both get into the movement seats. He turns his electronic computer on its slope and slides it down towards the level. I strap into the seatbelt and off we head.

"Officer Hiram King Williams, where are we headed ?"I ask.

"To a criminal offence scene Mr. Greene. Your presence is requested by our Detectives,"he tells me. I'm at a full loss. However, as we head across town, the alphabetic character that I passed along to agentive role Longmire comes to my mind. Did the Mexican Drug cartel get to someone that I know ? I'm not sure whom it might be as everyone was accounted for endure night. As we turn the street corner, I know who it is. He parks in front of the house. We both get out and head up to the front door. I meet tec James. He tells me that he requested me to fare to this crime scene.

Detective James carefully takes me inside the star sign. I take a couple of steps inside and stop. The living elbow room is covered with line of descent everywhere. There is blood spray on the far wall, there is blood on the keep room put and all over the umber mesa with a large pool of blood at the feet of the person who is underneath the sheet.

"How long has she been dead ?"I ask.

"About 12 hours. I'm assuming that you know who is underneath the sheet,"the tec says to me.

He takes a corner of the sheet and pulls it back. I'm stunned, so much so, I head outside to puke my guts out. I lean over the railing on the front line step to barf into the plantation owner next to the strawman steps.

Detective Hiram Williams stands behind me watching me spew my gumption out. I have never seen anything so violent ever before in my integral life history."This is an old girlfriend who left my mansion yesterday. We had a fight. I asked her to exit. My assistant called a cab to impart her home. Are there any looker ?"I ask.

"Mr. Greene, do you bonk who this is ?"he asks me.

"Yes. It's break of day. Her fellowship just started working for me cleaning my house. Has anyone contacted her party boss, St. Patrick ?"I ask.

"Yes, he's on his way. Another officer is bringing him,"the investigator tells me.

"Detective, have you been in contact with factor Longmire of the FBI ? She has been chasing a Mexican Drug Cartel who has been threatening to murder someone that I know. I gave her a DVD of my house for the preceding 24 hours yesterday. I also gave her a letter that I received threatening to do this,"I tell him. He pulls out his slight notepad and begins to realise notes. He asks me for contact information for Agent Longmire. I call up her contact info on my mobile phone speech sound and bridge player the telephone set to the detective.

"Thank you, Mr. Greene. I need you to stay around for a few min. I have a few questions for you,"he tells me.

I sit down on the front footfall. My belly is still real queasy. I don't know how much time has passed before another police vehicle arrives. Saint Patrick gets out of the car and stops. He knows the household as well and doesn't take a step towards the house. He, instead just stands leaning against the law fomite. I look at him, trying my scoop not to cry as my head keeps flashing back to the vehemence that I saw inside.

Patrick comes over to me and sits down on the steps as well. The rainwater is coming down on both of us.

"Is it Aurora ?"he asks.

"Yes, it is. You don't want to go inside. It's possibly the most violent thing that I have ever seen. I can't believe that this has happened. Patrick, I'm so bad. I'm sure she was murdered because of me,"I tell him. He just stimulate his straits telling me that it's not my flaw. She should have been safe inside her own rest home, which obviously she wasn't.

We both just sit on the gradation staring out to the street and the numeral of police machine that are parked there. I see a news van deplumate up and get out with a camera operator and a newsperson. The uniformed constabulary stop them at the street and begin answering their questions. I see the cameraman do a sweep of the front of the house. I bow my heading and look down at the dry land. Patrick gets up and drumhead towards the news reporters asking them to intercept taking characterisation of his friend who was murdered. The newsperson tried to ask several doubtfulness only for St. Patrick to turn and walk away from them.

Patrick comes back over to me and sits down following to me on the steps."You were saying that you believe that you caused this to bechance to Aurora. What makes you believe that ?"he asks me.

"I received a letter yesterday threatening my grouping that someone I know will be murdered. I never in my crazy dreams believed it would be cockcrow,"I tell him

"David, you're not to blame. Whoever did this is the person to blame,"he tells me. I'm quite impressed that he is so composure, but then again, he hasn't seen the inside and the horrible way affair are.

The Detective spends another duad of hr asking both Patrick and me questions. We answered all of his interrogative. However, before the Detective let us go, Agent Longmire showed up. She spent several moment chatting with the investigator. Once they finished their conversation, she came over to see me and Patrick.

"Patrick, this is Agent Longmire. federal agent, this is Patrick. This is the somebody that I was asking both of you to come with my wife and me to dinner,"I tell both.

"Mr. St. Patrick, I'm sorry that we met under these circumstances. Also, I'm sorry for your loss,"she tells him. She flips open her notepad and begins asking me questions. I, of course of study, want her to find oneself these scum-bags and require them out of the picture. She keeps her calmness but continues to ask me motion. Once she is finished asking motion, she offers both Patrick and me a ride back to where the Police picked us up from.

Saint Patrick and I got into her vehicle. She headed back to the degree where the police picked us up. She dropped off Patrick first, then took me back to the mortarboard. I asked if she could bring together me for lunch, she agreed. I directed her to the nice Italian home that Fred introduced us to.

When broker Longmire and I went inside, the possessor came right over and asked if Fred and the eternal sleep of my group would be joining us. I let him know that it would just be the two of us. He hugged factor Longmire, which I believe that she was completely surprised by that.

He sat us at a mesa and brought over the common basket of garlic gelt."St. David, how did you know that I love garlic cabbage ?"the agentive role asks me.

"Um, I didn't. They have enceinte garlic bread here and the owner brings a basket of it over to my table all the time,"I tell her.

We had a overnice repast. agentive role Longmire ordered poulet Parmesan on a bed of spaghetti noodles. I offered to Holy Order her a methamphetamine hydrochloride of Chianti, but she declined saying that she was working. She ordered a crank of diet Coke instead. I ordered my usual, spaghetti with meat sauce and a couple of meatballs. We sat and had a delightful tiffin. When it was all over, I paid the lunch vizor, but Agent Longmire tried to grab the bill, but I was just a extend to quicker. This caused both of us to express joy a bit.

She told me that she thought Patrick was a very freehanded man and is interested in going out to dinner with him and Jill and me. This made me very felicitous to hear that such a violent act did not dissuade her from wanting to go out with Patrick.

As we finished our meal, we headed towards the front man room access to leave. Oddly adequate, Agent Longmire clutched my elbow as we left. This made me feel much better about her.

It was about 20 proceedings to get me back to the Hawk. She dropped me off at the front door, street level and wished me a just rest of the day. I went inside and up to the top via the elevator. Once I got to the top, I was met by Dakota. She asked what went on with the Police. I let her and everyone else know that Aurora has been murdered. Several of the lady, such as Jennifer and Sharon were shocked by the news.

I went inside of the conference room to let BJ and Jill know. BJ was stunned. Jill didn't seem that fazed, but then again, she's a Marine.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with me working on my computing machine reading the ‘ read-only'e-mail and deleting them as they are read.

CHAPTER 2

As the workday came to an end, I saw that it was near 4:30 pm. I called it to be the end of the day for everyone. I saw people turning off their computers and putting on their raincoats.

I stood by the elevator door. Dakota and John both came over to me asking what had happened with the police force. I told him that we would take in that give-and-take back at the Chateau. He didn't ask another word ; he just stood a few feet away from me waiting for the elevator.

As everyone finished up, the group of people by the elevator grew. When the ship's bell finally dinged and the doors opened, I let everyone on and stood there just thought process. I suggested that they go ahead down and direct the lift car back up for me and Dakota.

She took my paw and silently held it as we waited for the elevator to hark back. It dawned on me that I have no idea what everyone had for lunch.

"Dakota darling, what did you all have for lunch ?"I asked.

"Jimmy John's sandwiches. We also ordered a couple of salads but most everyone ordered a sub. Why, what did you have for tiffin ?"she asked me.

"Agent Longmire and I went to Fred's Italian restaurant,"I tell her.

"Agent Longmire, eh ? Should we await her to show up at the family tonight for some playtime ?"Dakota asks but is smiling the unit time.

"No smarty-pants. We just had luncheon. However, I saw something that caused me to puke my guts out. The Mexican Drug cartel got to Aurora. They murdered her very violently. There was profligate everywhere. I've never seen so much line in my entire lifespan. It was horrible,"I say to her. She knows that I'm quite rattled about Aurora. She doesn't say a word, she just stands there following to me, holding my hired man. When the lift door nick and opens we both stair on and ride it down to the 2nd floor.

At the secondment storey, we get off and take the crossover to the parking garage. Sharon and Jennifer are both waiting by Dakota's car for her and me.

We all get into Dakota's BMW and capitulum back towards the Chateau. It is still raining, something that we haven't seen much of in southern California in several weeks.

I text Amy asking her if the chefs made the pork joint that I asked for this morning. She told me that Red Robin burgers were waiting for me to get to the house. Then she texted back that she was just kidding me. I sent her a LOL as Dakota was driving through this crazy weather. Clearly, people had forgotten how to push in the rain as we had several people run dealings luminousness and slide into the Cartesian product. Which caused me to tighten my seatbelt.

All I could mean about was the horrible tantrum of first light's soundbox underneath that sheet. What I remember seeing was her throat cut from ear to ear. several twinge wounds and a bullet train hole in her forehead with the blood covering her face. It just kept haunting me.

In my head word, I couldn't think of how to name whoever did this pay. When we pull into the courtyard, I begin to forge a plan on fighting back against our ‘ friends'the Mexican Drug Cartel.

As Dakota pulls into the service department, I see John's motortruck already parked in there. Yet, I don't see Jill's car just yet. I text BJ and ask if they are faithful to the house. I get a answer from BJ that they are about 5 second away. As we pull into the service department, I just sit in the look seat thinking about Aurora. I want to fight back, but I'm not sure just how to come on it. Dakota puts her hand on my left knee, I look at her thanking God that it wasn't her nor Jill.

It dawns on me that I should use my new PR person to address the murder of Aurora. Let the pressure push the police and the detectives to speak to Aurora's dying. As I hear the garage door open and see Jill's car enter the garage, I decide to get out of Dakota's car and psyche inside. I stand by the door to the house and wait for Jill to join me.

Once we are all gathered in the service department, I hold the door surface for all the ladies. Each one gives me a kiss as they go inside.

We all end up in the kitchen, Bobby tells me that dinner party will be ready in about 15 minutes, so if I wanted to study a quick shower, I had enough time to do so. I think about it for a moment but decide not to go convey a shower.

My phone bombination. It's Agent Longmire.

"hello Agent, why are you giving me a headphone call ? Are you asking if you can come over for dinner ?"I ask chuckling a bit.

"No, smarty knickers. I just spoke to Patrick. He said he's still in for the dinner if you are still leave,"she says to me.

"Of path, I'm still in. Is there a night that works for both you and St. Patrick ?"I ask.

"How about tomorrow Nox, both Patrick and I seem to receive an orifice on our docket. Where should we meet you and your wife ?"she asks.

"At your straw man door,"I tell her.

"Huh ? I don't understand,"she says.

"It means that I'm sending a car to cull you up,"I tell her.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I'll be happy to drive,"she tells me. However, I won't hear of it, so I tell her that I'm sending a car for her tomorrow night. She relents and agrees to be picked up.

Agent Longmire tells me that she'll be by tomorrow to the hawk to bring me both my laptop computer and Jill's tug. I thank her and we end the phone call.

The chefs have dinner ready. Saint John makes a plate for Diane, that included some salad. He also made himself a home plate.

As everyone has a plate of solid food in movement of them, I stand to tell what has gone on today with the police.

"OK, everyone, may I suffer your tending for just a couple of instant. John, will you delight go get the pool sign of the zodiac grouping ?"I ask.

bathroom gets up and heads out to the syndicate sign. He knocks on the room access and brings them into the house. They come inside and take a shit themselves a dinner denture. I send Dakota to get Mom and Fred.

When they come out to the dining way, I decide that I need to let everyone know what happened today.

"I need to differentiate everyone what the Police picked me up for today. They took me to first light's home. I found her murdered. Her throat was slit from ear to ear. She had multiple jab wounds all over her trunk plus she had one unmarried gunshot wound in the centerfield of her forehead. There was pedigree everywhere. I have never seen such a macabre situation. It made me go outside and puke my guts out. I now know whom they went after, mortal that I mistakenly kicked out of our star sign yesterday,"

"What do we do then ?"Jennifer asks.

"I don't know. But I do know that we need to watch each other's backs. If you have a carry Trachinotus falcatus, please fatigue your weapon. If you don't have a carry permit, then please halt with mortal who does have one. I don't want anyone here hurt, am I clear about this ?"I ask.

I hear several yeses. I care for all my chemical group and haven't decided how to fight back. This drug cartel needs an ass-kicking. I decide to put a song into Special agentive role Fernandez.

"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, how are you ? agent Longmire tells me that you had a bumpy day,"he says to me.

"Jose, I want to hurt them. I want to hold the competitiveness to these knucklehead. They murdered individual and did it in a horrible fashion. How do I take the battle to them ?"I ask.

"Do you really want to do that ?"he asks.

"Yes, so very a good deal so,"I tell him.

"Then here's what we're going to do. I have it on commodity info, that we know where their master hideout is located. They also have about a dozen smaller places that they livestock weapons and masses to defend. manage to go after them ?"Fernandez asks me.

"Abso-fucking-lutely Now it's time to take the fight to them,"I say to Fernandez.

"well, alright then. Put your 5 considerably shots together, I'll be by to pick you all up in about a half an hour,"he says to me.

I tap John, Dakota, Jill, Donna, and both the CG boys. I tell the male child to get their rifles, as they will be helping us take down some of the Mexican Drug trust. I explain that they will be taking key positions to have the back of the chemical group. I explain that they need to make for gobs of their .50 caliber ammunition. They should also institute their scopes. I expect them to take a position that is high and able to hurt them when we are attacked, which we will be.

I put tactical vests on the rest of the others. Everyone going has multiple ammunition clip. Just as expected, Fernandez shows up with a enceinte disgraceful Chevy Suburban. John follows with his motortruck and both CG boys. We drive across town and meet up with about 40 FBI agents. I pick out a rooftop and send the CG boys to the rooftop to hold a sniper's position.

As they climb the away steel fervency ladder, they reach the rooftop in just a couple of arcminute. They focus their scopes and lay out several clip of ammunition. They text that they are cook to do some damage.

John and Donna take in a position at their side entrance. Jill, Dakota and I take a posture at their front door. About 20 federal agent are with us at the front door, another 10 agents are with John at the face door, and the rest of the agent along with agentive role Longmire postulate a attitude at the back room access. Special Agent Fernandez calls on his headset.

"We go in 3-2-1…attack,"he gives the education to attack the Drug Cartel.

John and the agents with him kick in the position room access, shooting everything that they see holding a gun. I kick in the front man threshold and start out shooting everyone that I see inside, along with the 20 or so agentive role that enter with me. Dakota takes a defensive military position outside so if any sneak past us she will train them down.

Several federal agent kick in the back door. pile of gunfire there, a duo of agents go down. Jill works her way to the agents coming through the dorsum door. She is firing at everything that moves that is not in tactical power train. I am also firing hitting everything that is moving. As one time empties, I load another taking aim at anyone moving. The agents that entered the front threshold with me are taking drug corporate trust penis out with precision. I'm sure that the gunfight can be heard in the neighbourhood. I have hit and killed 9 trust member all of whom were firing at myself and the FBI broker. No one was unarmed that we shot at.

The whole process takes about 20 minutes. We have shot and killed nearly 50 drug combine people, all of whom have fired their weapons at us. As I check with Fernandez and Longmire, only two FBI agentive role were hit, neither of them seriously. John said he killed 5 drug corporate trust hombre. Jill took 4 down, killing all four. Dakota got the only one that snuck out the position threshold. He took a shot at her and she put a round of drinks between his centre. Donna says she only got 3 drug cartel hombre, but she said that the agents around her took down about a dozen guys, making them idle, not wounded.

There is a car full of cartel members trying to escape. Both CG son take several shots at them and take away out all 5 guys in the car, causing the car to gate-crash into a edifice across the street. I hear some hooting from the rooftop from the CG male child, doing their job as professional snipers.

I check with Longmire and Fernandez. Both are just fine. Longmire says she got 4 and Fernandez says he got 4 as well. I thank them for allowing us to join them. Fernandez calls for an investigating agentive role to interview the other agents. Longmire and Fernandez tell me that I need to assume my multitude out of here as they violated a big FBI regulation. I gather out my people and off we go. We are all full of adrenaline on the drive plate. I do the math in my drumhead, John 5, Jill 4, Donna 3, Dakota 1, and I got 9. The CG boys got 5. My math counts a total of 27. Fernandez said before we left that they did a quick count and it seems as if all told 53 cartel members have been shot and killed. No cartel member is still alive, they all have been killed.

"Jill, textbook someone back at the menage, let them know we are all fine and no one got shot,"I tell her. She grabs her phone and texts the sign.

"They tell us, we are harebrained, but everyone is glad that we took it to them,"Jill tells all of us in privy's truck. We drive family, all of us are amped up on the adrenaline from shooting the combine members. Donna tells us that she hasn't shot anyone since her days in the shipboard soldier. However, she is glad that we have hit them where they were hiding. Longmire and Fernandez may have invited us, but I am quite sure that they weren't expecting us to take out 27 cartel members out of the 53 Fernandez said were killed. In my head, I did some quick math and figured that it was just above 53 % of my grouping shooting and killing corporate trust. Now, I wanted to assume out a full-page ad taunting the Mexican Drug cartel, but I know that would only get Fernandez and Longmire into trouble. I suggested that when we all get nursing home that we are to clean our artillery and reload the ammunition clips.

As John the Evangelist pulls into the courtyard, I am so proud of my group. None of them let themselves get shot and all of them took out Drug trust Members. can parks his truck into the service department and everyone piles out of the truck. We're all chatty about the event.

CHAPTER 3

When we were all inside, Sammy had a serial publication of desserts prepared for all of us. He had another of his mythologic drinking chocolate patty. He had a carrot cake with cream high mallow icing, and he had about 5 dozen hot chocolate crisp cookies. whoremonger took a slice of Daucus carota sativa bar and about 6 cookies. He asked Diane if she wanted anything, but she declined saying that worrying about him made her nauseated. He apologized to her, but he wouldn't promise her not to go again. She kissed him and told him that she was all nervous about him going on the attack on the drug trust. He smiled and told her that he did it to spend a penny her condom, she just put her arms around him and held onto her guy.

I can tell that the foray on the drug cartel has gotten Donna all amped up….and horny. I see her susurration to Jill ; I'm guessing I know what the whispering is all about. The two CG boys immediately went out to the pool house after they stored their rifles in the gun safe. They felt good taking out the bad guy rope. I can only guess that if there is hassle, it will make out from them taking out the careful of cartel members with their .50 caliber plunder shots. Maybe there will be an autopsy, maybe not. Let's Hope for not.

Longmire and Fernandez really put their cervix out by letting us be involved. I need to think of a way to thank them that won't get them into difficulty. Before we left, I thanked the agents that kicked in the presence threshold with me for watching my vertebral column during the firefight. Up until then, I had only imagined of ever being in a gunfight, and now, I've been in one and the adrenaline surge is incredible.

As I suggested, everyone is cleaning their weapon system, except for the two CG boys. They're busy getting laid over at the pool house, or at least that's what I was thinking was going on. Young guys, porn star girlfriends, plus a large chested roomy that is well known in the erotica industry as a expectant blowjob mortal, what could Fred's two nephews ask for any proficient ?

Donna is overly chatty. She is talking to Jennifer about a mile a minute. Jennifer is just smiling and letting her run with the conversation. When Donna finally did stop talking, Jennifer excused herself and went over to John. She put her munition around him and told him that she was a skittish wreck the whole time he was gone. Her and Diane sat together and vex. John the Evangelist told her it was the most unbelievable matter he had ever done and that I had his spine. She didn't need to know that I was on a completely unlike side of the sign of the zodiac from him. Truth be told, it was the FBI federal agent that had his binding, not me.

Jill sat quietly, almost brooding. I went over to her and pulled a hot seat out and sat down.

"darling, what's going on. You seem more pensive than amped up like Donna and John,"I say to her.

"It's just how I process killing somebody and I killed 4 multitude today. I haven't shot ad killed that many people since my twenty-four hours in the leatherneck. However, unlike the war machine Clarence Shepard Day Jr., I shot from closeup. None of my shots were at soul that was no more than 8-10 foundation away from me. In the military, I was shooting my weapon at people that were usually about 100-200 base away. Not the compositor's case today. Let me just process the case,"Jill tells me. I kiss her on the boldness and let her just sit and clean her firearm.

I see no one in the TV room, so I head in there and move around on the TV to determine an natural action telecasting. I select the movie ‘ Bad son'with Will John Smith and Mary Martin David Herbert Lawrence. Something in my Einstein tells me that the role that Tea Leone plays isn't really acting, it's more like how she really is in animation. As I'm watching the film, Sammy comes over with a big stadium of Zea mays everta. I take a handful and begin eating. My brain is loving this popcorn. It has rattling melted butter, not some pulverized butter flavoring nor butter flavored oil ( like at the picture house ). He also brings out a bowl of cinnamon moolah popcorn. This one I really liked and took control of that bowl.

John came out and sat in the reclining chairman. He asked for the popcorn pipe bowl with the real butter. Donna filed out and Dakota did as well. I ended up with Donna on one slope of me, and as common Dakota on the former side.

I sat there staring at the TV but was thinking about how favourable my lifetime has become. I got to do something that virtually no one would ever get to do, go on a missionary work with agents of the FBI. I could own gotten my kin in serious bother today. I need to settle down and stop intellection and acting impulsively. This could birth turned out often worse than it did.

The shooting made the nightly news. According to the news, there was a total of 40 drug combine members killed as FBI factor tried to fork out some warrant, which I thought was a practiced cover story.

I was deep in thought and not watching what was going on around me. I finally came back to seeing my fiddling girl, Dakota stuffing her side full of my cinnamon sugar popcorn. She was giggling at me being off in the distance while she pilfered my popcorn.

I pulled her into me and began to tickle her. That made her squeal with laughter. It's always nice to see her smile and laugh. She's as problematical as nails and counter my needs and wants like no one that I have ever encountered. Jill is the take opposite. She is also hood as nails, but she is much more measured in her fashion.

Once Dakota and I settled down and I quit tickling her, Donna put her head on my berm. I can narrate that Donna needs some strong-arm attention. I put my fingerbreadth underneath her chin and clean her chief up to kiss me. She ends up putting both limb around my neck and kissing me for quite a while.

Donna stands up and takes me by the mitt. She leads me past Jill, who is still cleaning her weapon and sitting pensively. Donna leads me down the hallway to my own sleeping accommodation. She pulls me inside and keeps going dragging me to my bathroom. There she sheds her wearing apparel and steps into the shower. I just stood there looking at her beautiful trunk underneath the water system. It was beautiful to keep an eye on the water cascading down her torso, over her wonderful titty, down her level stomach, and into the valley of delight known as her pussy.

She turns and bidding me with that one finger's breadth that adult female use to summon you silently. I kick off my shoe, shed my clothes and step into the shower with her. She comes over to me and puts her arms around my neck and pulls me into her, tightly. We had wonderful passionate sex for nearly an hour in the shower bath. When we finally finished, we took sentence drying each other off. It has been a while since I have played with Donna. She is a very jazz char, who is a carnal creature. When we are done drying each other off, she wraps a towel around her and leaves the sleeping accommodation. I, as common, put a couplet of shorts on and my common ashen tee shirt. I sat on the sleep bed for a few minutes thinking about the events of the day and how it affected everyone. John and Donna are all amped up. Jill pensively cleaning her artillery. Dakota trying to be her silly self. The CG boys, may have done the best thing of all, go have nice sweaty sex with their porn star girlfriends and Belinda.

My mind again thinks about sunup. How did they get to her ? Did they just come to the doorway and attack when she opened it ? Did we kill the mortal or persons who murdered Aurora ? Are there more out there hiding ? Should I continue to concern about something happening to one of the mansion members ? The doubtfulness swirl around in my head.

I head back out to the kitchen as I feel a bit hungry once again. I see that Jill has stopped cleaning her weapon, but it remains on the dining room table.

"Hey darling, can I put this in the gun dependable for you ?"I ask her. She nods yes and I take the gun and go to the gun safe and put it inside on one of the two ledge. I feel a bit easier about putting the gun in the safe.

Again, as I go back into the kitchen, three heavy Guy come to the gate once again. They ring the bell. I answer,"Hello,"I say.

"We're here to deliver something to a Mr. Saint David Henry Graham Greene, but we need to have him sign for it. Please send him out here,"the man with an obviously Russian dialect says into our gate speaker.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Greene is not usable right now. Please palpate detached to impart the software system at the logic gate and someone will come out to get it,"I say into the speaker.

"When will Mr. Henry Graham Greene be available as this is the second time, we have attempted to hand over this parcel,"the Russian sounding man said.

Like I said a few minute ago, Mr. Greene is very busy. If you want to exit him the software, then fine we'll come out to get it. Otherwise, you'll have to accept one of his helper to sign for the package,"I tell the man.

I get no answer, but on the surety tv camera, I see him shrug his shoulders with someone else taking the box from the man that spoke. They walk back down the service road. Apparently, they must throw used Google maps to retrieve that we have a service road leading to the front end gate.

I texted Fernandez that we were visited by our Russian friends again. I made a DVD for whoever will get along to pick it up. Making the DVDs made me think about St. Patrick, see what we saw may micturate him not want to go on the date with Longmire. I decided to prognosticate Patrick.

"Hey, Patrick. It's Jacques Louis David Graham Greene. I just wanted to call you and hold back on how you're doing ?"

"Um, I guess I'm doing OK. I had to put an ad in the paper for a replacement for Aurora. I mean, she was an incredible painful sensation in the ass, but when she turned on the good luck charm, she could trance the sock right off you, but you already know that. You and she dated for a spell. May I ask how long you dated and how foresighted ago ?"Saint Patrick asks.

"Well, we dated several years ago, before I married my first wife. Funny thing, we only dated about a calendar month or two, we were magical in bed, but we were oil and water living together. She and I didn't mix outside of the bedroom,"I tell him.

"I can understand that. We dated for about 5 hebdomad. I couldn't take her always complaining about how many hr I work. I mean, I own this business and I certainly don't want it to fail because I'm whoring around,"Patrick tells me.

"Patrick, are we still on for tomorrow night ? I hope we are because I think the lady, I'm introducing you to will put a smile on your look. She understands foresightful time of day as she probably works somewhere between 60-75 hours a week, sound associate ?"I ask.

"Yeah, it kind of sound like we are reading of each other. What does she do for a keep that she works so many hours ? Does she own her own business as well ?"Patrick asks.

"Nope, she's in law enforcement. Hey, I just thought, you don't have a reprehensible platter, do you ?"I say laughing a bit.

"No, no criminal disk. Law enforcement you say ? That's interesting,"he says.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to be arrested on your initiatory meeting of her,"I say to him still laughing a bit.

"Hey, I need your address. I'm sending a car to pick you up. After what we just went through, I don't want you to have to worry about taking yourself to dinner. Since I own a limo company, just let me send out a car to pick you up. vocalise good ?"I ask.

"Yeah, I'm OK with you sending a car for me,"he says to me before giving me his address. I notice that the address is in a nicer part of LA. It 's not Beverly Hill, but still a nice part of LA. Now, I must win over Longmire to give way me her home address for this to do work. In my headspring, I thought about how today went and maybe, just maybe Longmire will hope me enough to part with her home address.

I hang up the phone from Saint Patrick, now on to Heidi Longmire.

"Hello Ms. Longmire, this is David Greene,"I say to her.

"Why hello Mr. Greene, why are you calling ?"She asks.

"To get your savoir-faire. I'm sending a car to pick you up tomorrow night. No backing out of our mountain,"I say to her. I get an unusually prospicient intermission before she finally agrees to give me her dwelling house address.

"Thank you, Heidi. I assume I have your license to call you Heidi when we're not talking body of work ?"I say to her.

"Sure. I'm fine with that. Tell me a bit more about this guy that I'm being introduced to tomorrow night, and of form, where are we going for dinner party ?"She asks.

"well, I decided on Longhorn Steakhouse. It's a very loosen standard atmosphere, plus I love their food. This guy you're going to be introduced to owns a home cleaning serve. He's always working trying to make sure that his customers are taken care of properly. Like you, he is working all the time. Maybe, if you two hit it off tomorrow night you can let a late-night date. But, that's up to you and him. Jill and I are only doing initiation and feeding both of you. Oh, and I don't want the not eat thing you fair sex like to do when meeting someone. I expect you to eat a fixture meal,"I tell her.

We chat a few more minutes before we say our goodbyes. I feel better about the date still being on. Patrick was the one that I thought would bail on the appointment after Aurora, but thankfully he didn't.

I asked Dakota to dial up Black Car limo and send a stretchiness limo to Patrick's savoir-faire first, then to Heidi's. In my mind, I was debating on just picking them up just the two of them, but then again, I didn't want the conversation to be turned to Aurora. I decided that the limo needs to come here initiative to pick up Jill and me, then Patrick, and finally Heidi.

I saw Dakota still watching a film on the couch in the TV room. In my psyche, if we Jill and I were going to the Hawk, then we would want to leave about 3:00 pm to get home in sentence to shower and change, then get into the limo and head to their house. Of line, in my head, I wondered if we should pluck up Heidi first and thus not showing her address to someone she has not checked out. It just made More horse sense to me to pick her up firstly then Patrick.

Jill was out in the TV room, but she was sitting in the reclining chair, not really participating with anyone. Sammy had brought a sports stadium of Zea mays everta, but she only had a couple of chomp out of it. She just set it down on the slight English remit next to the chair.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up in the morning, I found Jill snoring side by side to me and a small-scale niggling beast all snuggled up, ass first into me. I could tell just by the spirit of the dead body that it was Dakota.

I hugged her before I sat up and worked my way down to the pes of the bed to head to the bathroom for my usual morning rituals. I decide that I need to plane, a nice shaving with my razor. The one that I will do tonight will be with my electric razor instead. I step into the exhibitor and submit a nice hot shower. Once again, being alone in the exhibitor only takes a few minutes to get everything clean, including my hair.

When I'm done, I turn off that wonderful hot water and footfall out of to dry off and get dressed. I decide that for tonight, it will be dress slacks and a short-sleeved clothes shirt and dress place. However, right now I'm heading to the hawk, for work.

As I picked my dress out of the closet, I had to wake Jill. I'm a bit disturbed about her. Hopefully, she has pondered what happened yesterday with the drug corporate trust. I have the disputation in my head as to why we should have done what we did with the Feds. I don't want to have to worry about Jill and how she is processing as focus often affects a sister during pregnancy.

I shook Jill gently and woke up a grumpy Jill. So far, it seemed as if the normal Jill was back as she hates being woke up. Dakota is loose, impart her a little shiver and she pops her center open and gets her day going with a large cup of coffee.

Dakota bounds into the exhibitor, as Jill was looking outfits over. One for piece of work and one for tonight. I came over to her and kissed her. She smiled and put her arms around me and leaned in for a indorsement candy kiss, which I gave her.

"trade good morning Darling,"Jill says to me. I was well-chosen to hear her say those words.

"Did you sleep well, my dear ?"I ask her.

"Oh yeah, once I had a prissy ice of wine. It settled me down before I came to bed. Of course, I saw Dakota all snuggled up into you sleeping peacefully so I wasn't going to wake you. We have the unscathed engagement that's not a date thing, tonight don't we ?"She asks.

"You mean the introduction dinner,"I tell her even though it could go horribly wrong."Yes, we have that tonight,"she smiles as I tell her that. She picks out a gracious pair of jean and a clean blouse along with a duad of low heels. For study, she chooses a courteous doll along with a colorful blouse. I just grin at what I see. When she hears the body of water turn off and Dakota coming into the sleeping accommodation, she gets up and head word to the bathroom to get ready.

Dakota, with a towel wrapped around her beautiful petty trunk, flips the back of the towel up to flash me her cute ass. I just smile. As she leaves the bedroom, I still haven't figured out what to get her for Christmas. The holiday is only about 10 daylight away and I need to spend some time going shopping, however, the two gentlewoman that I love the most I have absolutely no theme what to get either of them.

I see several phone charges dangling on the dresser and another one on Jill's physical composition mesa. I grab my earpiece off the charger along with my billfold and keys and mind out to the kitchen. I get there before Dakota, so I turn on the coffee pot.

john is already there eating a arena of cereal. I see both Jennifer and Diane all dressed for employment. I have it in my nous to check on Jennifer's onward motion in solving some of the yield that we had discussed a few days ago.

Paula comes out, looking ravishing and kisses me on the cheek, pours herself a cup of burnt umber and heads to work. Donna comes out, also looking stunning. She gives me a passionate kiss, probably from our lovemaking session yesterday in the shower. She had a distich slicing of toast with a fried strong egg between them. I was just sitting at the kitchen table just admiring her beautiful body.

She poured me a crank of my Ananas comosus succus and put it in front of me. I watched her eat the fried egg sandwich and toast a cup of coffee. When she was done, she tossed her report plate into the trash, kissed me again and headed out.

I see that I missed a Call from Agent Longmire. I decided that it was too betimes to scream her back, so I set an alarm system on my telephone set to remind me to call her in a shortstop while.

Dakota finally came out to the kitchen, and as expected she went right for the coffee pot. She checked my glass to form sure I had some succus in it. She smiled and sat at a chair by me.

Jill came out just a few minute of arc later and boy does she depend amazing. I don't know what it was this morning, but all the gentlewoman looked wonderful as they headed out to mould. I ask Jill if she will repel us to the mortarboard, as we are going to be leaving early, probably around 3, so she has enough fourth dimension to get quick. I also asked Dakota if she ordered up a limo for tonight, she said she had but that Fred took over and will now be the driver for tonight's dinner. Dakota had already given Fred the addresses for both St. Patrick and Heidi.

I was happy to discover everything was all set up. What concerned me was the phone birdcall from Longmire that might vary things.

I decide that I have waited long enough and dial her up. I noticed that I'm calling her FBI phone and not her personal earphone, which in my heading was a good sign.

"Good Morning Agent Longmire. I see that I missed a outcry from you last nighttime, Is everything alright ?"I ask.

"Yeah, everything is delicately. I just wanted to get your agenda today so I can bring you your laptop computer and your wife's tugboat. We installed two plan to keep any foster nasty emails from appearing in your e-mail box. We have also added a computer programme that will act any bad electronic mail to a personal Indian file in which it will be sent to our IT team who will destroy,"she says to me. I smile now knowing that she isn't trying to bail from the innovation dinner.

"My agenda is that both Jill and I will be at the Hawk building downtown and will be leaving there about 3 pm to come plate and get ready for an introduction dinner party with two masses whom I think will be a goodness fit for each early,"I say to her.

"Well, I'm gladiolus you feel that way. It's overnice to sleep with someone is looking out for me,"she says with a bit of a chuckle. I tell her that we will be seeing her about 5-ish and gestate to see a limo show up at her front doorway. She tries to object politely, but I won't hear of it and just say her to be ready. She assures me that she will be waiting.

Jill takes me by the hand, and we head to her car in the garage. Dakota has BJ and Danni in her vehicle. Sharon rides with bathroom and Diane. Donna takes her own car to the shout center.

I don't know why, but Amy came popping into my foreland. I dialed her up and gossip with her asking if everything was going OK. She told me that everything was just delicately. I smiled and ended the conversation.

"Darling, are you ready for tonight ?"I ask Jill.

"well, sort of. I certainly could use the night to still be working on the pedigree project, but I guess one night won't be all that bad, plus you picked a unspoilt restaurant, right ?"She asks.

"I picked Longhorn,"I tell her.

"What meter will the limo cum to the firm to get us ?"Jill asks.

"I would guess about 4. Fred will be driving,"I tell her. She smiles. I'm dead reckoning that she is well-chosen to see Fred do some of our driving once again.

As usual, when we get to the hawk, we park on the mo story and take the crossover to the tower. Once inside the tower, the security system guard tells us good dawning as we wait for the elevator. When the door opened, I felt Jill's hand squeeze my ass even though there are about a dozen people on the elevator.

I just smile, not making a scene. It was just Jill's way of teasing me. We ride the elevator to the top. When the doors open, I see broker Longmire standing there with two computers. I walked over and picked up my laptop computer as I was grateful to see that piece of equipment come back into my life sentence. Jill took the early information processing system, the tower and carried it to her desk. I thanked Agent Longmire and told her that I look forward to seeing her tonight, she said she was a bit skittish about meeting this guy. I told her not to occupy, if all goes nicely, then she will maybe experience somebody to chit-chat to who also works all the insane hours. I put my laptop in my backpack pulling out the two videodisk that I made for Longmire. I gave them to her before she stepped onto the elevator. From there I went to see Jennifer.

When I got to her desk, I pulled a chairman from another desk over and sat future to her.

"wellspring, how goes the mini-projects that I gave you ?"I ask.

"We are making progression. The old dame who was cleaning toilets has a company to look over now that is handling all the janitorial in the building for her. There is a new vendor who is pressure washing the eagle so the outside will accept the American Stock Exchange appeal that you are looking for to match up with other buildings in DC,"she tells me.

I'm happy that she is making strides at the various labor. I tell her that tomorrow Dakota and I will be heading to Seattle for a quick spell around sojourn. I go into Jill's office where she and BJ are working hard. I kiss Jill, who is annoyed at me interrupting her.

"Darling, I just wanted to let you be intimate that I'm taking a short trip to Seattle, I see publication that need to be addressed. I may drive another run to the Dallas market as there are still exit with the entire restaurant partition there,"I tell her.

"Will these be on the Lapp trip, or will you total dwelling house first. I need to hump if my fellow can issue forth over,"she says smiling and giggling at me with her joke. I just smile and let her bonk that it will be two trips and she should schedule him to make two visit. I know that she is working hard so I kiss her and leave the elbow room. I decide not to kiss BJ, for no substantial understanding other than I didn't want to

I look at the clock and see that it is already noontime. I call Dakota over and ask her to call the topical anesthetic jemmy John's and order sandwiches for everyone on the floor. She takes her earpiece and her assistant's notebook to progress to the phone outcry. When it was done, she tells me that the food will be here in about 35-40 minutes, which seems reasonable to me.

I decided that I should try out my laptop computer to see if the platform that the FBI put on the laptop will slacken the organization down. Taking the computer out of my back pack I open it and turn it on. It boots right up just like it normally does.

I log into the netmail portal site and face at the massive act of emails that I have. 1755 email. I guess not having my laptop allowed my email inbox to get clog. I started with the usual, looking for multiples of the Same. I put them all together and highlighted the remaining one to be read later.

I scanned through the listing and saw no more Mexican Drug combine emails. In my head, I was sure as shooting that we, along with the FBI have eliminated that stallion mathematical group from their concealment property, much like forget me drug. I look at the TV screen on in the breakroom and see that the Mexican Drug corporate trust shooting is still in the new cps. Although I shouldn't be surprised, with that many bad guys dying it will stay in the news oscillation for several says.

I spend time working my way through the e-mail. When the sandwiches arrive, my darling Dakota joins me in my role. She ordered me a turkey sandwich with stack of mayonnaise and spare tomato plant. To my surprise and joy, she ordered herself a vegetarian sandwich. She also ordered one for Diane as well. However, for Jill, she ordered their three-meat sub. It came with turkey, ham, and roast beef. For me, she ordered what I like the ham and turkey, however, she knows that I like both special mayo and surplus tomatoes.

I call several of the former employees into the bigger conference room to sit and eat. I saw a couple of people not joining in as they took their lunch out of the breakroom electric refrigerator and sat at their desk to eat. That really bothered me, I want everyone to bask their lunchtime. Since Sharon is across the table from me, I let her know that no one should be working during their luncheon minute. She tells me that she will palm that and goes back to eating her sub.

Jill never left her conference elbow room ; however, she did send BJ out to join us in the big conference room. The honest-to-goodness lady, Ruth replaced Danni at the front desk. I was very glad to see that bump.

I'm looking forward to the introduction dinner party tonight, but having Fred acquire us around made me feel skillful. I whispered in Dakota's ear to dial up the jet as she and I are taking a trip to Seattle tomorrow. She tells me that after tiffin that will be taken caution of, which made me smile.

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