Chapter Four : In between times

Monday

The alarm system rang and sortie woke up, turned it off as fear seemed to wash over her and for a second she was not sure why ; then it all came back to her, the misdemeanour, and the stranger every particular of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the alarm, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he know what time to set it for ?

Her thoughts were all jumbled as she got up, trying to figure out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a robot in robotic way, she went to the kitchen to start the coffee then went into the lav to need a long exhibitioner. She used this sentence to think, first of all she just wanted to make this all go away, wanted it to be a bad aspiration. That was not possible it was real number, there were ache and pains all over her consistence that told her in fact it was very tangible. The hot water flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the copper of course. Why wouldn't she ? He had to have left a bunch of fingerprints. She thought about his threats to watch out her every move. She contemplated calling out from work but in the two years she had been there she had never called out, and she was not certainly she wanted to be in her flat all day anyway. Sally lingered in the exhibitioner a bit longer letting it heal the sore parts of her body and provide a much needed solace for her judgement. She finished and dried off and put on some slack easy house dress, and walked into the kitchen, made her deep brown and toast. Setting it down on the table she went looking for her laptop, mike had kept it from her this weekend but when she went in her room, there it was on her dressing table. She brought it back to the table with her and set it down.

As she went to sit down her eye noticed something in the window sill that made her look up, then her unscathed body went soused, it was a blue carnation in a vase on the windowsill with a Federal Reserve note attached. It seemed as if he was here in the way and not just a symbol of him. She felt off balance yet again, frightened. After a taking sometime she shook her promontory, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just ignore the promissory note, not read it. Ah but what would that achieve ?

wisecrack sat down in her president and just looked at the note, a part of her knew she was going to show it but her fighter side wanted her to just scrap it all. She opened the figurer and looked for the dear police station as well as the good to her work, she would not move over him the atonement of reading his stupid bill ! She found the info and typed it into her phone. The whole time she had been sipping her coffee, and struggling to not look at the note as if making eye liaison with the prime was giving in to the man himself. In time, she gave up, she was peculiar after all ! She picked it up and took a deep intimation, turning the note over and reading what was written in a mark that was very a great deal like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

Sally, my dear. Do not go to the copper, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would attain our next confrontation that much more strenuous
than I intend it to be. You are just as lovely as I imagined and it has been a
pleasure to get to know you. recollect I will be back, and whenever you see
a single blue clove pink you will know that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

crack sat and stared at the annotation shaking. adjacent brush ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cops ? She should, of track. Pretending in a way that today was a normal day with just a little errand to run She got gear up for work, walked to the bus point, got on the bus, and got to puzzle out. She shoved the weekend out of her brain, but still had a arduous time focusing on the task in front end of her if anyone had asked her how foresightful it took or what she was wearing, she would not have been able to tell them or carry on her end of any conversation beyond one word response. Luck for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If sally had known he was watching her through binoculars the totally morning she would ingest been even more unnerved. He had a view of her bedroom and the living way, the kitchen was out of his line of mass however, so it was a right thing she spent a minimal total of prison term in it. He had watched her aftermath up and register the lack of simplicity, had seen her face when she had seen the carnation he had left for her. He had watched as curiosity and repulsion fought with each other over what to do with the flower. The looks, the pointed ignoring of the object by being busy on her computing device, the glances of sake, until finally the desire to hump outweighed the hideous author and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to register it. It was a calibre for him to see if she was more submissive or Sir Thomas More refractory. A obstinate women would induce just tossed it, in that event he would either have to step up training or desolate it all together, but no she had chosen to read his words, to see what he had to say and while she may hate him, be scared of him, she was teachable.

He followed in his car behind her checking each stop along the way to be sure she did not get off and go to the pig before work. He was pretty sure once at work she would stay till completion, but he wanted to be surely she would wait till evening. He watched her enter the edifice from a close by parking billet and then drove off to his domicile to get to his clientele.

She was almost to work when she stopped took some abstruse breathing time and tried to coach herself on acting normal. There was no one at piece of work she was skinny enough with to ploughshare this with. There was no one she was cheeseparing to now that she thought about it. She had a random cerebration wondering why she locked her figurehead room access if this stranger can still get in what difference does her locking it attain. She shook her forefront steadied herself and proceeded the short space to knead. Determined to be normal she looked at the receptionist.

"Hi,"and stopped mid-sentence, there it was ; on Laura's receipt desk mocking her, a blue carnation in a vase
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"quip ?"

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

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

"Yeah, weird."

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

"Oh I am ok, just did too lots and did not get plenty quietus. I will be secure tomorrow I promise."quip smiled and walked off to her cell, not sure but felt like she must be 3 shades paler than pattern. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the mean solar day job. She had a desk job working for the state which was neither glamorous nor horrible. It was a job, steadily, with benefits and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty often left alone, except for the paperwork being pushed from one division and back and everything have to be in triplicate, the job was stark for her.

Once at her desk her opinion flittered back to the bloom, she absently turned her computer on checked her emails, but she could not stop intellection : He knew where she worked and where she lived. He had said he would be watching her. Didn't he have a job ? Why was he bothering her ? The phone on her desk rang breaking her out of her funk and forcing her to put on a upbeat face and see what the person on the other end wanted. The cockcrow was spent on the several undertaking and the required small lecture around the billet, a add-in was signed for a sick workfellow she barely knew, poor thing had malignant neoplastic disease. All the while her mind flittered back to what action if any she was going to take. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the bull seemed so bothersome. Then to have to put news to everything that happened was not the most appealing idea at the moment.

She had dejeuner delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her Quran, but she had other things on her idea. Working it out she thought what would she recount a Quaker if they were in this spot and came for advice ? Why she would insist they got to the fuzz and would beat back them there. This was no dissimilar. She had decided, she had to go to the cops after work, she could not live like this. She checked her telephone to assure herself that she had the data and decided she would go to the one closest to her planetary house. She told the story in her head, and even wrote down a few key points she wanted to be sure to breed. She hated the thought of having to explain what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

While Sally worked Mike arranged his day and workweek, first he called the cleaners and arranged to take on them at sortie's flat at 1pm to pick the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, curtain, couch, cup of tea everything and in two hour. They were sending 4 mass maybe more he was paying well.

His second society of business was to get information for this workweek's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure chat, and typed :

"Do you have the information requested ?"

He waited a bit, he knew the receptionist saw it right away and would then get hold of the person he needed to chat with and that usually took a few moment soon the response came back.

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

"Vaguly, Irani right hand ?"

"Yeah, he trusts you and wants you to impart his second married woman with the discernment that this is a bodyguard contingent as well as bringing us the girl."

"Why is the escort important ? I need to have it off what I am getting into. You know that means arming the pilot program and crew right ?"

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the escort status is this : Cyrus had a daughter who was married off and within a class his girl died at the hands of her husband. Cyrus the Younger found out that the Saame man was arranging a marriage within six calendar month of his daughter dying. He felt disrespected by such a short grieving period of time and that the man was unfit to be a husband. Cyrus found the family of the girl and offered a better transcription. He wanted to keep on her out of the hands of his one-time son in law. Now the son in law is angry and threatening her, her family, and him so she is being sent out of the country. She is XV and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

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

"Yes she is cooperative, she knows she is coming to learn how to run a household and entertain guests from unlike part as an reach hostess as well as read and write Farsi and English, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will own to have somebody hunting her well. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be suspicious of you, but you handled his number 1 wife who was not so concordant at the prison term that is why you were requested."

microphone was not a fan of the niqab. They could veil anything under it. He had been in Arab countries enough to know the difference between the niqab and the burqa although few Americans did, or bothered to. He texted the pilot and told him to get a female gang member that could speak Farsi fluently, and that this would be a escort as well as transportation job. It was the pilots job to get the crew and inform them. It was a twine work party, but a flight of stairs like this requisite four pilots and 8 crew members. 2 archetype and 4 work party members would be awake and working while the others rested at all fourth dimension usually the shifts were 8-10 hours depending on the flight time. No one flew tired, exhaust meant mistakes. Other than having two female person crowd member who could speak Persian, the gang would be picked from 20 people who worked with microphone. If a crew had flown on the last pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a salary then extra every time they flew, more than if it was a bodyguard situation as this was.

If the flight was leaving from San Francisco the institute would consume taken tutelage of all the arrangements, but the crew that flew out of Centennial State was his responsibility, paid for by the institute. Usually this crew worked with him sometimes he loaned them out to other transportation experts that were living nearby, but he liked having the like crowd members rotated in and out and knowing who would be on control board.

"Okay I will entrust tonight hopefully by 10 make sure the document are in rescript at the airport, we will stay the required 24 hours for rest and tell Cyrus the Younger I will pick up his wife Thursday 10am local time. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Thursday local anesthetic time and we will play a cab in unless you want someone to foot her up."

"No a cab is fine.

"okey then. See you in four days. I assume my pay will be in the bank in 24 hours."

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

His consulting firm was on the up and up taxes wise. He was not sure what the law would say about his"ecstasy"business. He ensured the safety and saving of char from their guardians to The Institute. These charwoman were all signed over to the institute by their families and/or husband for specific educational purposes. Some of those were to determine how to serve sexually and some were taught how to run a salient menage well so as to boost their union medical prognosis. It was an etiquette school on sex hormone. These girls every movement was orchestrated usually. Some husbands wanted lusus naturae and hussy and sent their indorse or tierce wives here to turn the household party favor. In addition there was an actual very soundly buck private education component which again was prescribed and approved by the female person's guardians.

The school for boys was across the urban center and he had done some guarding of son being sent by their dominate better half to learn how to serve them better. Usually his services were required because the Master did not confide his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew family unaccompanied. The families were of all races, but it did bring him to the Middle east and Asian nation often.

microphone was worried about his progress with quip. What if she suddenly got the nerve to go to the fuzz and he was halfway around the world. Sigh it was a risk he would have to postulate sort of. He called a flush shop and arranged for one blue sky carnation to be delivered to her every day at dissimilar clock time through Sat at different berth, her doorstop with no note no vase, outside the police post on the ground, even left at her bus point, random berth to nominate it appear he had his eye on her.

When it was time he left to meet the cleaner at sallying forth's flat, just in casing she was successful in going to the cops he need it all cleaned he made certainly the sheet of paper were changed out with ones he had bought on the way and took all the bedding on the bed to a cleaners close by where she could clean them up. When he came back to supervise the cleaners and to add cameras to the business firm. His vantage distributor point was good at his little apartment, but had blind patch and he wanted to be able to check in on her while he was gone.

After that he made arrangements and waited for Sally to get off so he could follow and see what happened.
Sally had decided to go to the fuzz and when the work day was done, there was no more sign of gamy efflorescence so she hopped on the bus resolute in her decision. She had picked the station that was closest to a bus stop and also was the one closest to her house. Determined that this was the set choice she got off and proceeded to walk the short distance. She had convinced herself that he would possess no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no reason. Once in the station the cops could consume care of this right hand ? There were fingermark. There was grounds, this would knead out.

She rounded the corner to the primary ingress and started up the presence stairs, when she saw it. A bingle spicy clove pink with a note taped to it. She stopped dead in her rail, No ! There was no way ! With shivering step she approached the carnation laying on the ground and picked it up and flipped it over to see the bank bill. In the same handwriting it simply said :

Are you making a dependable decision, pet ?

quip walked quickly back down the stairs with the clove pink and note in bridge player. She was on the verge of tears, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her head word was screaming. She leaned against the building and told herself to just breathe, she threw the gillyflower down on the terra firma. When she got herself under control she started to mean, he could have left that this dawn, he knew where she lived, where the cheeseparing police place was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the law could help right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

fountainhead there was only one way to find out so Sally got her nervus up again and walked into the police force station and asked to speak with someone, preferably a female cop. They asked her to satisfy out forms, but she insisted on speechmaking to a lady cop first. The first cop seemed bothered but went to see who was usable. The door opened and Sally glanced back taking in the bike messenger waking in. Her heart skipped a pulse and her breathing place seemed to leave her when she saw, he was carrying a Amytal gillyflower. The messenger rang the bell and waited with his paperwork setting the flower on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to breathe. He Knew ! Sally mustered her courage.

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

"Can you sign please, I am in a rush"

"Who is this to ?"

"The station"

"huh, that's nice"The cop said to no one in particular proposition, and looked up as the door chimed and saw wisecrack walking out as fast as she could out the threshold. He shrugged and went back to doing whatever it was he had been doing.

Sally knew she was in bother. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do ? Sally made her way dwelling not really registering the walk back to the bus full stop or the ride back to her apartment. She wondered if he was going to be there. When was he coming for her ? Sally looked at her state of affairs logically and wondered what in reality she could do. If he was watching her, and he seemed to be, then moving was out of the inquiry, he would just comply her. Entering her apartment things seemed different. She looked around and there was a blueish carnation in the living room with a note.

Sally, I took the impropriety of having the place cleaned professionally. You may peck up your old blanket and piece of paper at the cleansing agent indicated on the receipt tomorrow, in the meantime I have provided new ones for tonight. delight do deport yourself between now and then.

sortie was too fatigue mentally from the whole trial by ordeal to even be mad, she made dinner and went to bed other and done in by all that had transpired.

Mike had in fact been watching the wholly time. He saw Sally exit the police station the first off time then move into it again. The bike messenger had been sitting by his car waiting didactics and when she went in the second time. Mike gave the bike courier the note and blossom and told him to get a signature tune and to put the vase down close to the lady friend with the scorecard facing her. He had wanted there to be no doubt in her judgement who the prime was from. He was disappointed his first message had not hit home, he thought that the first one would be enough. The messenger reported what had happened and got paid for his time and a dainty tip, mike was relieved she had not talked to the fuzz, even though he had taken maintenance of the possibility. It was disappointing to him that the messenger was needed at all. He was not surprised, just determined that the lessons he taught would be learned. He needed to give away for his next visit and plan it out. He had planned on stretching the training out, but he thought maybe he needed to rush along up his plans.

Today was Mon, pick up was on Th, and they needed 24 hours between landing and flying again so they would bequeath Tonight, fly into wed., sleep, piece up payload Thursday, fly household, deliver shipment, home base, sleep. Depending on how tired he was on Saturday he may look in on her without her knowledge. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a month off to expend with quip. They had other transportation experts, but he had a certain report with the more difficult ones, they always came into the institute meek and quiet after 24 hours with microphone. It made the Institute's job easier.

The trajectory over was uneventful, and mike checked on wisecrack through the cameras he had set up. There were several times he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough time for that. Traveling had become a job, it could be exhausting, but he did like the different life-style. During his hitch he went and walked around taking in some local web site, but mostly catch some Z's and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the appointed meter a Mercedes drove into the hanger with. Mike wondered absently if it was bullet validation which seemed to be the new affair with this class of client. The driver got out and opened the door behind his and the client emerged. As he walked toward Mike the driver was going around to the other face. The husband seemed protective of his charge seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between Mike's credit line of sight and the young mission he had yet to see.

"Hello, I am Badi ,. I am grateful you will be accompanying my cover girl married woman. I do ask that you please be careful. The man who wanted her, is very furious, I do not have it away what he will do."

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

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

"What is that ?"microphone was getting mentally set up, the one who told him it would be prosperous, their adult female were concerted always caused suspicion with Mike, if they were so good, then why ask for him, why use the Institute at all ?

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

"Ah thanks for the heads up. She will be fine. microphone motioned over the female work party member who was also Persian. He had her postponement for his signal by the woodworking plane as job was done by the male person first then the females came when called.

"Shiva here will be with your new bride, she will look her, and when we plank it will be her and Azar who will tend to her. Both young lady are Iranian, and lie with Farsi, and have been trained at the institute so they will be capable to answer questions."

Badi seemed proud of at this extra arrangement, there was a reasonableness he asked for Mike, he had heard tale of the other transporters, Mike was all line of work. He waved his helping hand without turning around. Quickly the child and the driver appeared at his side.

"Qamar this is shibah who will be frisking you as we discussed and she will also be with you on the plane. The man is Mike he is the escort who will accompany you to the institute."

Switching to English Badi then turned to Mike"mike, shiva this is my St. Bride please be careful with her."He patted the girl's head much like a father would and gently pushed her toward Shiva.

The char introduced herself to both in their language and took the hand of the girl. The two went off to the side and Varisha checked her for weapons then they boarded the planing machine. Mike hung back with the husband to allow the ladies time to get settled and to answer any live minute of arc motion. After bye were said Badi singled the driver. Swiftly the door to the hind fundament opened and Badi climbed in.

On the plane mike let Qamar sit in a different section of the sheet so he did not stool her so nervous, she seemed set up to decamp if he looked at her, so he wanted her to relax. He left parliamentary procedure that only female members of the crew were to approach her and to arrive at sure she slept, slipping her a drug if necessary.

She was obviously gamy strung. As it turned out once Mike left her alone and all the men disappeared she seemed to slacken and even talk to the women a bit, soon drifting off to slumber. Again he checked on wisecrack when the time change were correct and she had not really done anything since Monday. He knew her clove pink were getting to her, because he would see them in the methamphetamine hydrochloride that was beneficial she had to be thinking about him then.

The flight of stairs was legato and getting through airport surety was easygoing since everything had been sent on ahead and checked so they just verified the ID's and processed the passport. In the cab on the way to The Institute Qamar was nervous, but not obnoxious. Mike wanted to calm her down, but figured there was not much he could do being a male person, and given her nurture so he left her alone and the trip from the airport was very quiet. He texted the Institute to let them know they were on their way.

Once inside the teachers came out and took Qumar to her new room, which was bound to be very luxuriant given her class and microphone sought out an instructor friend.

The instructor had a separate wing when they were off tariff so Mike went to his room first, and was in luck.

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey Mike ! You on a delivery ?"

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

"Hey I get paid for being a son of a bitch and fucking women, it's a good life."Oren laughed

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

"I got a projection coming up, a customs job for me. I just taught her some fundamental principle, but she needs Sir Thomas More time. Besides her basement retinue is not done being built yet."

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

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

"Man mike we used to share them all."

"Yeah yell me sentimental."

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

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

"Oren, I like the mind biz I like watching them struggle with their new reality and coming to damage with it in one frustration after another, that I am their new world. I want my own especial touch, my champion and I don't want anyone else touching her till I say."

"Poor miss, your touch is rough."

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

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

"Not this time, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to equip myself with some new objects I saw in the stock and then hop a planing machine home, I got ta assay on my project. ``

"All right wing, well maybe next time."Oren missed training girls with Mike. They made a soundly tag team.

mike spent meter at the storage going over the severity of quip's transactions and picking out just the right methods of punishment. By the time he was done he was excited about the next weekend with his project.

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

Once at his groundwork of operations, microphone slept, checked on Sally, she was asleep, but her bedchamber light was on….nightmares perhaps ? mike knew that was probably true, but wished there was another way to get inside a person's head. They seemed to always have incubus. On the way from the aerodrome he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few clove pink here and there in the flat just to construct sure she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a time for satisfaction. He was going to instruct her who was in charge on Fri. Mike went shopping for intellectual nourishment and other odds and ends to make certain he was set up .