Chapter Four : In between clip

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The alarm clock rang and Sally 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 violation, and the stranger every detail of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the alert, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he know what fourth dimension to set it for ?

Her persuasion were all jumbled as she got up, trying to cipher out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a robot in reflexive fashion, she went to the kitchen to take off the umber then went into the bathroom to take a farseeing shower. She used this time to imagine, first of all she just wanted to make this all go away, wanted it to be a bad dream. That was not possible it was real, there were aches and pains all over her body that told her in fact it was very material. The hot water supply flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the pig of line. Why wouldn't she ? He had to have left a cluster of fingerprints. She thought about his threats to watch 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 trusted she wanted to be in her apartment all day anyway. Sally lingered in the shower a bit longer letting it heal the sore parts of her physical structure and ply a much needed solace for her mind. She finished and dried off and put on some loose well-to-do house apparel, and walked into the kitchen, made her coffee 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 dresser. She brought it back to the tabular array 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 whole body went stiff, it was a blue gillyflower in a vase on the windowsill with a note attached. It seemed as if he was here in the room and not just a symbolic representation of him. She felt off balance yet again, frightened. After a taking sometime she shook her head, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just ignore the government note, not read it. Ah but what would that accomplish ?

Sally sat down in her chair and just looked at the government note, a part of her knew she was going to register it but her champion side wanted her to just trash it all. She opened the computing device and looked for the good police station as well as the nearest to her workplace, she would not apply him the expiation of reading his stupid note ! She found the information and typed it into her phone. The whole time she had been sipping her umber, and struggling to not take care at the billet as if making eye contact with the flower was giving in to the man himself. In time, she gave up, she was rum after all ! She picked it up and took a cryptic intimation, turning the tone over and reading what was written in a photographic print that was very much like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

wisecrack, my dearest. Do not go to the cops, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would make our following encounter 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. think back I will be back, and whenever you see
a single blue devil gillyflower you will know that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

Sally sat and stared at the note shaking. Next encounter ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cops ? She should, of row. Pretending in a way that today was a convention day with just a small errand to run She got ready for work, walked to the bus full point, got on the bus, and got to process. She shoved the weekend out of her intellect, but still had a hard time focusing on the task in figurehead of her if anyone had asked her how long it took or what she was wearing, she would not experience been able to enjoin them or persuade on her end of any conversation beyond one word of honor solution. Luck for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If Sally had known he was watching her through binoculars the whole morning she would have been even more unnerve. He had a view of her bedroom and the living room, the kitchen was out of his line of sight however, so it was a good thing she spent a minimal quantity of time in it. He had watched her aftermath up and cross-file the lack of restraints, had seen her face when she had seen the carnation he had left for her. He had watched as curio and repulsion fought with each early over what to do with the heyday. The facial expression, the designate ignoring of the object by being busy on her figurer, the glimpse of interestingness, until finally the desire to know outweighed the horrid author and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to learn it. It was a gauge for him to see if she was more submissive or more refractory. A refractory women would accept just tossed it, in that case he would either get to tread up education or desolate it all together, but no she had chosen to learn his words, to see what he had to say and while she may detest him, be scared of him, she was teachable.

He followed in his car behind her checking each stop along the way to be sure she did not get off and go to the fuzz before work. He was pretty certain once at work she would stay till ending, but he wanted to be sure she would hold back till evening. He watched her enter the building from a close by parking office and then drove off to his abode to get to his business.

She was almost to work when she stopped took some deep breaths and tried to coach herself on acting convention. There was no one at work she was skinny enough with to portion this with. There was no one she was close to now that she thought about it. She had a random thought wondering why she locked her front door if this stranger can still get in what difference of opinion does her locking it attain. She shook her head steadied herself and proceeded the brusk distance to work. Determined to be convention she looked at the receptionist.

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

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

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

"Yeah, weird."

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

"Oh I am amercement, just did too much and did not get enough sleep. I will be better tomorrow I promise."wisecrack smiled and walked off to her cubicle, not sure but felt like she must be 3 shades paler than formula. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the twenty-four hours job. She had a desk job working for the state which was neither glamorous nor horrible. It was a job, unbendable, with benefit and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty much leave alone, except for the paperwork being pushed from one section and back and everything have to be in triplicate, the job was hone for her.

Once at her desk her thoughts flittered back to the blossom, she absently turned her computer on checked her emails, but she could not cease thinking : He knew where she worked and where she lived. He had said he would be watching her. Didn't he have a job ? Why was he bothering her ? The telephone on her desk rang breaking her out of her funk and forcing her to put on a cheerful face and see what the person on the other end wanted. The dawn was spent on the assorted project and the required small talk around the federal agency, a card was signed for a sick co-worker she barely knew, poor thing had Crab. 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 fuzz seemed so pesky. Then to accept to put Good Book to everything that happened was not the most invoke thought at the moment.

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

While Sally worked mike arranged his day and hebdomad, first he called the cleaners and arranged to meet them at Sally's flat at 1pm to clean the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, curtains, sofa, ravisher everything and in two hours. They were sending 4 people maybe more he was paying well.

His second Order of job was to get info for this week'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 reach the person he needed to confab with and that usually took a few minutes soon the answer came back.

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

"Vaguly, Persian rightfield ?"

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

"Why is the bodyguard important ? I need to acknowledge what I am getting into. You know that means arming the original 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 daughter died at the hands of her husband. Cyrus found out that the same man was arranging a marriage within six month of his daughter dying. He felt disrespected by such a scant grieving full point and that the man was unsound to be a husband. Cyrus found the mob of the young woman and offered a better arrangement. He wanted to restrain her out of the men of his former son in law. Now the son in law is wild and threatening her, her family, and him so she is being sent out of the body politic. She is XV and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

"So is she conjunct or will she try to win over me to let her escape ?"

"Yes she is accommodative, she knows she is coming to learn how to run a house and entertain client from unlike region as an accomplished air hostess as well as read and write Persian and English, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will sustain to possess soul hunting her well. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be fishy of you, but you handled his first wife who was not so concordant at the time that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could enshroud anything under it. He had been in Arab countries enough to know the divergence between the niqab and the burka although few American English did, or bothered to. He texted the pilot and told him to get a female crowd phallus that could speak Farsi fluently, and that this would be a bodyguard as well as transfer job. It was the archetype job to get the bunch and inform them. It was a roam crew, but a trajectory like this required four pilot program and 8 gang extremity. 2 pilot and 4 crew appendage would be wake and working while the others rested at all time usually the fracture were 8-10 hours depending on the flight of stairs clip. No one flew tired, tired meant mistakes. Other than having two female crew phallus who could address Farsi, the crew would be picked from 20 people who worked with microphone. If a crew had flown on the end pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a salary then extra every time they flew, Thomas More if it was a escort situation as this was.

If the flight of steps was leaving from San Francisco the institute would give birth taken care of all the arrangements, but the crew that flew out of CO was his province, 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 Same crew members rotated in and out and knowing who would be on board.

"okey I will leave tonight hopefully by 10 brand sure the papers are in order at the drome, we will stay the required 24 time of day for quietus and secern Cyrus I will pick up his wife Thursday 10am local meter. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Thursday local metre and we will bring a cab in unless you want someone to pick her up."

"No a cab is fine.

"Okay then. See you in four twenty-four hour period. I assume my pay will be in the camber in 24 hours."

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

His consulting house was on the up and up taxes wise. He was not for certain what the law would say about his"conveyance"business. He ensured the safe and delivery of women from their defender to The Institute. These women were all signed over to the institute by their home and/or Husbands for specific educational purposes. Some of those were to learn how to answer sexually and some were learn how to run a striking menage well so as to further their marriage ceremony prospects. It was an etiquette school on sex hormone. These girls every apparent movement was orchestrated usually. Some married man wanted junkie and sluts and sent their arcsecond or tertiary wives here to become the household company favor. In add-on there was an actual very thoroughly private Education component which again was prescribed and approved by the distaff's guardians.

The school for boys was across the city and he had done some guarding of boys being sent by their dominate better half to get wind how to function them better. Usually his help were required because the Master did not intrust his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew home unaccompanied. The kin were of all races, but it did take him to the Middle eastward and Asian countries often.

Mike was worried about his progress with Sally. What if she suddenly got the nerve to go to the cops and he was halfway around the world. sigh it was a risk he would feature to take form of. He called a flower shop and arranged for one blue gillyflower to be delivered to her every day at dissimilar meter through Saturday at different places, her doorstop with no tone no vase, outside the police place on the ground, even left at her bus stop, random blank space to make it appear he had his eye on her.

When it was time he left to contact the cleaner at sortie's apartment, just in type she was successful in going to the copper he need it all cleaned he made sure the sheets 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 pluck them up. When he came back to supervise the cleaner and to add cameras to the house. His vantage point was skilful at his little apartment, but had blind spots and he wanted to be able to check in on her while he was gone.

After that he made placement and waited for sally to get off so he could accompany and see what happened.
Sally had decided to go to the cops and when the oeuvre day was done, there was no more sign of blue bloom so she hopped on the bus resolute in her decisiveness. She had picked the station that was closest to a bus stop consonant and also was the one closest to her house. Determined that this was the correct pick she got off and proceeded to walk the unretentive length. She had convinced herself that he would feature no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no reason. Once in the post the cops could take forethought of this right ? There were fingerprint. There was grounds, this would act out.

She rounded the corner to the briny entree and started up the front step, when she saw it. A single blue Dianthus caryophyllus with a note taped to it. She stopped utterly in her tracks, No ! There was no way ! With wobbly footstep she approached the carnation laying on the land and picked it up and flipped it over to see the billet. In the same handwriting it simply said :

Are you making a right determination, pet ?

Sally walked quickly back down the step with the carnation and notation in hand. She was on the wand of tears, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her head was screaming. She leaned against the building and told herself to just breathe, she threw the carnation down on the ground. When she got herself under restraint she started to imagine, he could have left that this sunrise, he knew where she lived, where the unaired police station 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 ?

Well there was only one way to find oneself out so Sally got her nerve up again and walked into the constabulary post and asked to speak with someone, preferably a female cop. They asked her to fill out chassis, but she insisted on speechmaking to a lady cop first. The first cop seemed bothered but went to see who was uncommitted. The door opened and sallying forth glanced back taking in the motorcycle messenger waking in. Her pith skipped a beat and her breathing spell seemed to leave her when she saw, he was carrying a gamy Dianthus caryophyllus. The messenger rang the Alexander Bell and waited with his paperwork setting the flower on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to take a breath. He Knew ! Sally mustered her courage.

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

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

"Who is this to ?"

"The station"

"huh, that's nice"The cop said to no one in particular, and looked up as the threshold chimed and saw Sally 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 trouble. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do ? Sally made her way habitation not really registering the walk back to the bus 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 position logically and wondered what in realness she could do. If he was watching her, and he seemed to be, then moving was out of the interrogative sentence, he would just follow her. Entering her flat things seemed dissimilar. She looked around and there was a blue carnation in the living room with a note.

Sally, I took the liberty of having the post cleaned professionally. You may pick up your old cover and sheets at the cleansing agent indicated on the receipt tomorrow, in the meanwhile I have provided new ones for tonight. delight do act yourself between now and then.

crack was too tired mentally from the totally trial by ordeal to even be mad, she made dinner and went to bed early and done in by all that had transpired.

microphone had in fact been watching the whole time. He saw Sally exit the police place the low gear time then enrol it again. The bike messenger had been sitting by his car waiting instructions and when she went in the second time. mike gave the bike messenger the note and heyday and told him to get a theme song and to put the vase down close to the girl with the card facing her. He had wanted there to be no doubt in her psyche who the flower was from. He was disappointed his first substance had not hit home, he thought that the foremost one would be enough. The messenger reported what had happened and got paid for his time and a nice tip, Mike was relieved she had not talked to the cops, even though he had taken guardianship of the possibleness. It was disappointing to him that the messenger was needed at all. He was not surprise, just determined that the deterrent example he taught would be learned. He needed to shop for his next sojourn and plan it out. He had planned on stretching the education out, but he thought maybe he needed to speed up his plans.

Today was Monday, foot up was on Thursday, and they needed 24 minute between landing and flying again so they would leave Tonight, fly into wed., eternal sleep, beak up cargo Thursday, fly place, deliver cargo, home, eternal 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 spend with quip. They had early transportation experts, but he had a certain reputation with the more hard ones, they always came into the institute meek and quiet after 24 60 minutes with mike. It made the Institute's job easier.

The flight of steps over was uneventful, and mike checked on sallying forth through the tv camera he had set up. There were several times he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough meter for that. Traveling had become a chore, it could be exhausting, but he did like the dissimilar lifestyles. During his stay he went and walked around taking in some local anaesthetic sites, but mostly slept and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the appoint time a Mercedes drove into the hanger with. mike wondered absently if it was slug proof which seemed to be the new thing with this course of instruction of client. The device driver got out and opened the door behind his and the client emerged. As he walked toward Mike the device driver was going around to the other slope. The husband seemed protective of his charge seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between microphone's phone line of survey and the offspring kick he had yet to see.

"Hello, I am Badi ,. I am grateful you will be accompanying my lovely wife. I do ask that you please be thrifty. The man who wanted her, is very raging, I do not know what he will do."

"We will do our best to keep her condom, and get her spinal column to you an educated and all-round woman."

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

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

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

"Ah thanks for the foreland up. She will be fine. microphone motioned over the female bunch appendage who was also Farsi. He had her wait for his signaling by the airplane as business was done by the Male first then the female person came when called.

"shivah here will be with your youth bride, she will search her, and when we board it will be her and Azar who will incline to her. Both daughter are Persian, and know Farsi, and have been trained at the institute so they will be able to do questions."

Badi seemed pleased at this surplus musical arrangement, there was a reason he asked for microphone, he had heard stories of the former transporters, Mike was all business. He waved his 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 microphone he is the bodyguard who will accompany you to the institute."

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

The women introduced herself to both in their oral communication and took the script of the missy. The two went off to the side and Varisha checked her for arm then they boarded the plane. Mike hung back with the husband to allow the ladies meter to get settled and to reply any last minute doubt. After bye were said Badi singled the driver. Swiftly the door to the endorse can opened and Badi climbed in.

On the woodworking plane Mike let Qamar sit in a different section of the planer so he did not make her so anxious, she seemed make to bolt if he looked at her, so he wanted her to relax. He left orders that only female person members of the crowd were to approach her and to make sure she slept, slipping her a drug if necessary.

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

The flight of steps was still and getting through airport security was easy since everything had been sent on ahead and checked so they just verified the ID's and processed the recommendation. In the cab on the way to The Institute Qamar was spooky, but not objectionable. mike wanted to calm her downwardly, but figured there was not much he could do being a male person, and given her upbringing so he left her alone and the misstep from the airport was very repose. 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 elbow room, which was bound to be very voluptuary given her family and Mike sought out an instructor friend.

The teacher had a split up wing when they were off duty so mike went to his room first, and was in luck.

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey microphone ! You on a delivery ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Man Mike we used to portion them all."

"Yeah call me sentimental."

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

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

"Oren, I like the idea games I like watching them struggle with their new realism and coming to terms with it in one defeat after another, that I am their new world. I want my own particular touch sensation, my friend and I don't want anyone else touching her till I say."

"poor female child, your touching is rough."

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

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

"Not this time, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to fit out myself with some new objective I saw in the storehouse and then hop a plane family, I got ta bridle on my project. ``

"All right, well maybe succeeding time."Oren missed training girl with Mike. They made a good tag team.

microphone spent time at the stock going over the rigorousness of Sally's transactions and picking out just the aright methods of penalization. By the clock time he was done he was excited about the next weekend with his project.

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

Once at his base of operations, mike slept, checked on crack, she was asleep, but her bedroom light was on….nightmares perhaps ? Mike knew that was probably true, but wished there was another way to get inside a person's headland. They seemed to always have got nightmare. On the way from the airport he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few gillyflower here and there in the apartment just to form for sure she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a time for expiation. He was going to instruct her who was in heraldic bearing on Friday. microphone went shopping for intellectual nourishment and other odds and ends to make certainly he was ready .