The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The investigation Begins

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

The next morning when I woke up, I found myself in bed with both Jill and Dakota once again. Jill faced away from my back and Dakota was all snuggled into me with her cute ass pushed up against my groin.

Once again, my bladder ruled my mastermind urging me to channelise to the toilet. I quietly moved out of the bed and into the bathroom.

After finishing my cockcrow obligation, I washed my hands and came out of the bathroom looking at my two cover girl still sleeping. I put on a couple of shorts and a tee shirt and headed out to the kitchen grabbing my phone off the charger on the way out.

Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of succus and just sat at the kitchen table seeing Bobby and Sammy still putting things away from yesterday's party. Looking at all they were still putting away, I just figured that my boy St. John would be in left-over heaven.

Both Jennifer and Sharon came out to the kitchen as well. Each one kissed me before they sat down. Bobby flicked the switch and the coffee pot roared to life story making both ladies smile.

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

Jennifer started,"Are you kidding us, David ? He's been trying so hard these past few month to emulate you that how could he NOT look and act More mature. sanctum dirt, you are old enough to really be his Father, and for that, I am so thankful. Many times, when I hear Dakota call you ‘ Daddy'I think that maybe Gospel According to John should be calling you the same thing. You have done more for him in the past few months than his biologic Father ever did,"she says to me with a big smile on her face.

Sharon adds,"Jeeze Jacques Louis David, he dresses like you, he shaves every day even on Dominicus, he handles himself in a much more mature manner, he has shown you and Jill that he is really responsible and when prison term got a bit scary he buckled down and made sure enough all of us ladies were good and secure, starting with Jennifer and Diane,"she says before leaning into me and giving me a kiss.

Seeing Sharon do that, caused Jennifer to do the same.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 8 am. I had to think a second as to what day it was, but then remembered it was Sun. I heard a bang at the front door. Jennifer got up and went to the door, opening it carefully. A enceinte man with half an unlighted cigar in his mouth showed her his FBI identification. She asked why he was here, and he told her that he needed to speak to me. She called out to me.

When I reached the front threshold, I opened it wide-cut and invited the gentleman inside. He declined and asked me to step outside, which I did.

I saw respective agent buzzing around taking pictures and measuring.

"Hello, Mr. Henry Graham Greene. I'm Captain Perez. Booker Taliaferro Washington sent me to do by the investigation of yesterday's shooting,"he told me.

"Well, Captain, it's David. Mr. Greene is my decedent Father,"I tell him.

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI communications protocol requires me to call you Mister until the case is wrapped up,"he explains which was the world-class time soul had rebuffed my attempts to be called St. David, which I was fine with since it made sense.

"wellspring, Captain. Let me ask, how are all your agentive role ?"Looking at him, causing me to squinch a bit looking towards the morning sun.

I stepped a couple of steps to his side to deflect looking into the sun. He turned with me and said,"All the agents are OK. The most grievous one was Agent Don…um…hold on for a sec while I check my line. Oh, here it is, agentive role Don McHenry. Yes, he's fine. The hospital stitched him up and sent him home late lowest night,"he tells me.

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

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

master Perez begins,"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, I hope you understand that it's nothing personal, but you are a defendant as well,"he tells me in a solemn manner.

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

"How can you do that ?"

"I can make you a DVD of all of our certificate cameras in just a few proceedings if you are interested ?"I ask.

"Absolutely,"he tells me.

I invite him inside and he follows me to the security measures setup in the kitchen. He looks at the security setup and nods his head in approval.

"Captain just move over me a couple of minutes and I'll have that DVD for you,"I tell him.

"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, do you have a written matter of the other shooting your house took a twain of weeks ago as well ?"

"Of grade, would you like a copy of that as well ?"I ask him. He nods his pass in blessing. I wait for yesterday's shooting to be copied to the DVD phonograph record before I callup the other shooting and begin to re-create it as well.

I put the world-class DVD into a clear lawsuit and hand it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a phonograph record of center out. Bobby begins to wrap up several steaks into a large piece of tin foil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 ribs into two bombastic part of tinfoil When all the meat is wrapped up, they put the three pieces of wrapped centre into a paper bag and bridge player it to Captain Perez, who tries politely to refuse. They won't hear of it and wedge him to take the paper bag.

I just smile.

I ask him if he would like a cup of coffee, he declines to say that he needs to get back extraneous to manage his guy cable and the investigation.

"police captain, may we discuss mortal from the city law for a duad of minutes ?"I say as we are walking back towards the movement door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are comrade with a metropolis constabulary police lieutenant Vladimir Horowitz. I mean, I'm not certain if Special Agent Fernandez made mention of him in his paper or not,"I say to the Captain.

"Well, yes there were a twain of notations about him, but what do you want to say about Lt. Horowitz ?"He asks.

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

"well, Mr. Greene, it's more than just an investigation, but I believe that he is on the scepter of being indicted,"He tells me putting his digit to his lip indicating that I'm not supposed to say anything. I nod my head approbatory to acknowledge his postulation for me to be silent on the matter.

Once back outside, Captain puts his food and the videodisk into his authority vehicle. He reaches into his air hole and hands me his batting order. I see it has the Herbert Hoover edifice address on it from DC.

"So, you're actually from DC ?"I ask.

"Yes, I am. There are places that are howling to exist, but parts of DC are just as ghetto as some of the more well-known ghettos across the country such as Watts and South-Central LA. I live in Old Dominion, but I work in DC,"he tells me.

"Well, I'm probably going to be stopping in DC sometime later this hebdomad. My company just bought a tug and I need to go visit it,"I tell him.

"Which towboat ?"

"We bought the one that was owned by the kraft company,"I tell him.

"Oh, I hope you're going to clean that building up. It was built a little less than ten years ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is lots of money spent ensuring that building stay clean and neat in appearance, but not the kraft paper building. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking care of it the minute it became concern,"he tells me, which really surprised me that we would get such an fair perspective of the building.

"wellspring, it's no longer going to be called the Kraft building. We're renaming it the eagle. We have renamed all of the column that we bought after a raspberry of some form,"I tell him.

"Where else did you buy ?"He asks.

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

"That will be nice to change the names to give multitude the apprehension that possession has changed,"the Captain says.

"We're also looking at one in capital of Georgia, that if we get it, we will name that one the Falcon and one in phoenix that we will forebode the cardinal, there's also a potentiality one in Dallas that we would call the predator,"I tell him.

He nods indicating he understands but asks,"I see some of the dame coincide with mutant teams, Atlanta, Toronto, and Phoenix. However, some don't make any sense,"he says to me.

"None of them are designed to be named after the sports franchise. They are named after shuttle that are indigenous to the city,"I tell him.

"Now that makes more signified. Such as Tampa being the Flamingo or capital of Wisconsin being the Snowy Owl,"he says smiling.

He reaches into his coat pocket and offers me one of his cigars."Do you like a good cigar ?"He asks me.

"Why, yes. My firstly wife made me pass them up. She hated the smell of them so instead of constantly arguing with her, I just quit them."I tell him.

He hands me the cigar, shakes my hand and goes back to chequer on his agent's onward motion on the investigation.

I turn and go back inside.

CHAPTER 2

I see John is now up and eating. I just smiling and giggle to myself. Bobby comes over to me and asks how many steaks or ribs would I like to eat, or would I prefer them to build me a regular breakfast ? I followed John's pencil lead and took the ribs asking for 5 with some potato salad if there is any left.

"Any left, there's maybe 6 or 7 large roll of tater salad available,"Bobby William Tell me. He begins to stir up up the ribs and heads to the big kitchen to get another bowl of white potato salad.

privy isn't saying a Scripture ; he just keeps shoveling the nutrient into his mouth. I see him with a trash of succus, no indigence to ask what flavor the juice is.

As we sit there, a run-over looking Missy scuff into the kitchen. She kisses King John on the cheek and comes over to me to do the same thing.

"Good good morning, my don't we look all spiffy,"I say to her in a ribbing manner.

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

"Dominicus,"I tell her.

Her middle get orotund and she says,"Shit. Where are my clothes ? I have a faulting at the restaurant at 2,"she says in a much more frenetic manner.

"Darling, I believe that your clothes are on the level in the garage next to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Friday dark,"I say to her smiling the solid prison term. This makes John snort while eating.

young woman gets up and heads out to the garage. A few minute of arc later she came back inside and asked,"Um, how do I get out of the garage. The big door seems to be locked,"she says. I get up and follow her out to the garage. I undo the snap ring from the track and prove the door, pushing the unresolved push. She starts her car and backs out telling me she will most definitely be back IF she's welcome. I tell her that she is always welcome. As she is focusing on me, she almost runs over an FBI agent. I poke the push button and afford the front logic gate. She slowly drives her car through the gate and down the route. I close the gate as I see master Perez watching me.

I hit the button to shut out the service department door and take the air back inside.

After bathroom ending, I ask him to produce all the security shutters to allow the sunlight into the home. He tosses his plate with the empty osseous tissue into the trash and motion to the fanny of the star sign to begin raising the shutters. His sound buzzes.

"Hello, this is lav. No, you promised me that your measuring guys would be here today, not tomorrow. So, here's the plan. If you are determined to not show up until tomorrow, you will see the ship's company who has taken your job. Otherwise, you have until 3 this afternoon to suffer your measuring people here. Thank you and have a nice day,"he says without raising his phonation or being filthy. I am very proud of him. He's handling himself with gravid matureness and demeanor.

Dakota and Donna come scuffling into the kitchen, where Sammy pokes the button to provoke up the umber pot once again pouring out the now stale coffee.

It dawns on me that I haven't seen any of my tenants nor the CG boys since yesterday. I'm jolly certainly I know where they all are but decide to get up and go check for myself. I walk out to the pool house first. I knock and one of the CG boys opens the door. I ask if everyone is ok inside, he assures me that both he, his cousin and both Twin are fine. I thank him and head over to the studio.

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

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

I offer my avail to avail Belinda reach that all tough orgasm. She nods in favorable reception. I move over to her and pull on her legs sliding her body down to be flat on the ground. I lay between her legs and start to clobber her muliebrity ; I only get a few minute in before there is a knock at the studio threshold. I here John announce himself asking if I was in there.

Allison tells him that I am, but I am rather meddling currently, which makes Belinda smiling as she begins to writhe her articulatio coxae to my licking.

"Um, I'm sorry, but Special federal agent Fernandez is inside in the living way wanting to speak to you,"he says through the threshold. Allison opens the door and I invite him inside.

"lav, maybe you could finish what I have started since Special Agent Fernandez's timing is rather pitiable,"I say getting up from between Belinda's legs and wipe my fount off with a towel I see on the counter. I head out pulling the door closed behind me and head inside. Once I was inside the theater, I saw Special Agent Fernandez standing by the front door with an envelope in his hand.

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

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

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

"Is there a problem,"Fernandez asks me.

"No, no problem. You keep bringing me unexpected tab,"I say to him causing him to smile.

I offer him solid food, which he politely declines. I thank him and he leaves. I stand there looking at the check trying to reckon what else to do with this money. I take it down the lobby to Jill. I paw her the impediment and smile.

"Nice,"Jill says looking at the check.

I got to thinking about how I had stopped reading Bob's diaries. I looked for the one that I had started. I found it in the support room, next to the lounge on an end tabular array. I picked the script up and settled into the couch to read some More. One particular that I saw which interested me was a street mark company. Bob made a ripe point that virtually if not all street signs seem to be world-wide. As he put it in the book,"A stop sign is just that no affair where it might be posted in the US,"making promissory note that it is possible for a caller to bid on DOT declaration and make up and ship to the assorted fix the signs.

I find a pen in the ring-binder of the book and rotary this idea.

I hear a wreck in the kitchen. I get up and headway to the kitchen to see an embarrassed Donna looking at the plate she dropped. Sammy is already getting the broom and dustpan to cleanse up the mess.

"Don't headache about it, fille Donna. We do this all the sentence,"Bobby tells her. I say to Donna and Dakota to not move as there is glass everywhere. Both of them pick their infantry up and put them on the rungs of the chair.

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

As John the Evangelist works his way around the lower layer of the star sign, Diane comes out and begins to help him. I see them stealing kisses here and there, which I find rather cute. It dawns on me that I have not asked Dakota how well Gospel According to John is doing with the new job of being my assistant.

"He's doing quite well, pa,"she says to me.

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

"No. He's listening and following direction. He's starting to forebode, which is good,"she says to me.

Amy now arrives, with both Donna and Dakota telling her that there is meth on the kitchen floor. This prompts Amy to go get the vacuum. She hands it to Sammy who plugs it in and turns it on.

After just a couple of transactions, Sammy has the entire floor vacuumed and he wraps up the electric cord and hands it back to Amy.

I put the diary from Bob into a drawer in the kitchen and head to my office to log onto my computer.

When I get there, I see my gorgeous married woman already working.

"Hey there beautiful, when did you get up here ?"I ask.

"Oh, about an hour or so ago. Rob sent us an email that you need to read,"she tells me, making me a bit nervous.

I turn on my laptop computer and get prepared for Rob's email. Once loaded up I read the header,"DANGER testament Robinson, DANGER,"I smile because I know of Rob's dear for old TV show, such as ‘ Lost In Space ’.

I open the e-mail and it reads,"well, as you anticipated, I found several previous employees that have not been terminated off the organization. Three of the horse tracks that you sold have all their employees still active in our organization. I terminated all the employees from the horse rails. Out of oddity, did you take on any gambling casino ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own THREE cassino. One in Oklahoma, one in Everglade State, and one in Arizona. The three total of to a greater extent than 3,000 employees. I have made a leaning of them but need your focus on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

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

"wellspring, we apparently now own three gambling casino. Oklahoma, Florida, and Arizona,"I tell her.

"How did we acquire them ?"Jill asks.

"I have no earthly idea. I have Rob looking into it,"I tell her.

"You're not overloading Rob, are you ?"She asks.

"Um, well I don't know. I sent him about 20 or so people from the hawk, but I'm not sure where we are on the early mathematical group,"I reply.

"Let's call him, right now,"she says.

Jill picks up her cell earpiece and dials up Rob.

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

"fountainhead, kind of. I mean the chemical group that David sent me from the hawk was a Brobdingnagian help, but now finding these four gambling casino,"he says before I stop him.

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

"Well, they are in three state, but there are four casinos. One in Oklahoma, one in Everglade State, and two in Arizona. One near Tucson and one in phoenix,"he tells us.

My mind races towards Tina and her being in genus Phoenix with her female parent.

Jill thanks Rob for his hard work and ends the birdsong. I suggest,"Hey, since we will be traveling this week, why don't we stop over in Phoenix to call in Tina and crack on this casino that we own,"I say to Jill. She readily agrees.

CHAPTER 3

I see another electronic mail that interest me. It's from Roger. It reads,"I heard about the shot at your home. I guess the mug are stupid, shooting up a party that is full of FBI agents and their house. You need to set a plan in lieu when something like this happens, whether you are at the house or not. You may not be the target as you have three gentlewoman who are significant. The bad guys may think that your weakness is through them,"he writes.

I reply that I agree with his belief that they may target the three pregnant lady, but I joke ‘ dead reckoning they haven't met Dakota yet ’.

As I sit at my laptop computer, staring at the CRT screen, I look over to Jill who isn't showing her maternity yet. I shrug my shoulders and go back to reading emails.

I check the email number and see that there are 311 electronic mail. I round up the ones that are duplicates and delete them before I begin to scan the single labeled ‘ read-only ’. My undertaking is to read and delete them, getting my e-mail box empty. It takes about two minute to translate all the emails.

"Hey, Hun, what do you imagine about getting trick a motortruck of his alternative ? I think that he is getting frustrated with riding in Diane's car all the time. I was thinking of maybe a Ford outing. I don't want him to have a pickup as everyone he knows will always ask him to avail them move their stuff,"I tell her.

"I think that is a wonderful idea. Have you come up with anything for Dakota yet ?"She asks me.

"No,"I say to her.

We go back to working on our estimator. About an hour later Jill exclaims,"There, my electronic mail box is now hollow !"She says with a gloat in her voice.

It is just over a one-half hour before my email inbox is also discharge. We both near our laptop computer and head downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a low shard of glass all the way out into the dining room. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our first aid kit offering to take care of this for me. She squirts it with hydrogen hydrogen peroxide, drying it with a piece of cotton wipe and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ how-do-you-do pool'Band-Aid. This garners several darn and comments from the group. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ howdy Kitty'Band-Aid.

As usual, Dakota did a OK job of taking care of me. It is still bothering me that I haven't thought of something for Dakota yet.

I look around and decide to gather everyone that is inside the house currently.

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

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

"well, I've spoken with Roger though email and we have concluded that we need some plans put in office regarding this house and a state of lockdown. first base, let me start with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a bottom on the floor, no matter where they are. The closelipped ones to any windowpane will jab the buttons to drop the security shutters. Those who have a carry licence will think their small-arm, attaching it to their hip until the unharmed consequence is over,"I tell everyone. I see virtually all the mathematical group nodding their caput up and down indicating yes, they understood.

"Now the tougher scenario. If Jill and I are gone, but John is here. He becomes in charge. No one leaves and no one enters the house, except for law enforcement. Everyone knows that I'm not a fan of Lt. Horowitz, so do not let him inside no matter what he says. This is a individual residence and he is not receive. Should both bathroom and Dakota not be here, then any of the four ladies Donna, Paula, Jennifer, or Sharon are to be in cathexis. If I call anyone and tell them to use code 69, I expect that the house is to be locked down no matter what. Does anyone not understand what I've described ?"I ask.

No one has anything to say.

"Alright, time for a quiz,"I say to some surprised faces.

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

Paula raises her mitt to suffice the question,"Um, You and Jill are in accusation. We are all to get on the floor. If you happen to be by a window, then it is your responsibility to overleap the security measure shutters,"she says.

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

"If John is here, who's in rush if Jill, Dakota, and I are not here ?"I ask.

Again, Paula raises her hand,"If you three are not here, then John Lackland is in charge,"she tells every one of us.

What does code 69 mean ?"I ask.

Once again, Paula with the response,"It means, no matter what is going on, to put the house into lockdown,"she tells all of us.

"Now, anyone OTHER than Paula…. What happens if John, Dakota, Jill and I are not here but there is an incident outside ?"I ask.

I see Paula wanting to raise her hand, but she keeps it down. Finally, Donna answers,"Then either Paula, Sharon, Jennifer, or I are in guardianship,"she tells everyone.

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

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

"Use your best sagacity,"I tell everyone.

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

John, Donna, Diane, Marcus, Amy, Missy, Danni, and Aurora. I do the genial maths in my head, ‘ this should expend the $ 250K and maybe even a bit more ’.

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a whang on the presence door. Again, Jennifer opens it to see skipper Perez complete with his one-half a cigar that he is chewing on.

"I'm here to tell Mr. Greene something,"he tells Jennifer.

I come to the door,"howdy Captain,"I say to him.

"I just wanted you to jazz that the US Attorney has cleared you of being a suspect and she Thanks you for the two DVD helping our investigation,"he tells me.

We shake hands and he says as he is leaving,"Ever make it to DC and we can go have a beer and a cigar together,"smiling the whole time.

"We should be there either Tuesday or Midweek, so you're not going to get rid of me THAT easily,"I say to him smiling as well.

He goes back outside and begins wrapping up the group of FBI agentive role, sending them home or back to the office. Once they are all gone, the court looks gracious with no agents buzzing around it.

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

There is a belt at the front room access again. I open it to find oneself the guy from the Ice truck.

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

I step outside and walk over to the truck. He points to not one but two muddle. I notice that there is a 3rd hole that he had not seen. I tell him that I'll have my insurance take care of it, truth be known, I'll have the mass who repair our limo for Black Car and Happy, Happee Limo rent aid of the truck.

"I'll keep the keys then, to get the truck repaired,"I tell them. We shake hands and off he goes in a waiting vehicle that is in the street outside the front man gate.

I head inside and ask John and Marcus to finish emptying the ice truck into the many tank that still railway line the outside of the house by the two kitty. I direct him to get the dolly from the garage which he does to carry all the dish through the house and out to the poolside area. The CG guy wire see what is going on and join in to help,

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

John does note,"David, you remember we have those big freezer in the big kitchen and the third base kitchen. Maybe we should fill them first to continue and use the ice instead of putting them in the coolers and losing the ice."

"whoremonger, that's a slap-up idea ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the cooler outside. In fact, maybe cave in a duo of grip to the Twin in the pool sign. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes Saint John the Apostle to smile even though he knows that the CG boy are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and lavatory begin loading the dolly with bags of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need to a greater extent than one dolly, so I text Dakota to decree a duo more than doll, the type that the drink vender use. They fold out to carry much more than just the fixture standup dolly. She texts back her common ‘ K ’.

I decide to manoeuver out to the ice truck to see just how many bags of ice still remained in the spine. As I peered around the threshold, I see maybe 200-300 bags still stacked up. I shook my header knowing that all of this won't fit in the two freezer, but maybe privy or Marcus can heap them to take away a majority.

As I come back around the back of the truck, a car sits at the gate honking its hooter. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the logic gate's electronic instrument panel, poke the reserve clit and the gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a kiss. I poke the requisite release to conclude the logic gate and think that maybe we need to birth the logic gate fellowship hail and put different four-digit code into the electronics so bank the great unwashed, such as Dr. Ronda don't need me or anyone to let her in the gate.

Ronda parks her car, but I tell her that I would rather she park in the garage. I head inside the sign of the zodiac to open a garage doorway. Ronda pulls her car into the garage, parking right where Missy had her car parked.

It dawned on me that maybe I need to buy Ronda a new car as well. Her car isn't all that old, but it does have some mileage on it and as she seems to make Chateau calls, some for employment, some for gaming maybe she needs a punter one as well.

Once I get into the service department, I poke the push, the garage door closes behind her. I open her driver's door to serve her stair out. She puts her arms around me and snog me passionately.

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

"Well, actually I'm here for both workplace and bet if that's alright with you,"she says smiling back at me.

"Then let's get the work out of the way,"I say.

We go inside. I have my arm around her as we stop in the kitchen and see Jill and Dakota sitting quietly drinking their coffee.

"Hey ladies, look what I found outside,"I say with a big cheesy grinning plastered on my face.

Ronda goes over to each of them and kisses them and asks,"Is there any More of that delicious coffee tree I smell ? I haven't had any coffee since I left the hospital early this cockcrow,"she tells us. Sammy begins to pour her a cup asking if she needs cream or sugar.

"If I need ointment, I know who to get it from,"she says smiling at me. This causes a giggle among the ladies sitting in the din field.

Ronda has her chocolate in one script and takes my hand to lead me to my own bedroom. I hear the gentlewoman joke saying,"Guess she needed some cream for her coffee,"causing all of them to giggle again.

Stupidly, I stop her before we get to the bedroom."Hey, I thought you were here for some piece of work,"

She stops and turns around saying,"Oh, you party pooper. I'll go handle my work then you're mine,"she says with a funny little smile.

Ronda goes back to the kitchen, where she had set her doc bag down. She asked for Jill first. She put the stemma pressure handlock on her, listened to her pulse, and asked respective interrogative before declaring that Jill was moving along just fine with her pregnancy.

After Jill, she moved on to Diane. Once again, she put on the lineage pressure cuff, listened to her breathing, but since Diane was farther along than Jill, she also listened to her paunch before she declared that everything appears to be o.k. with Diane.

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

Ronda started the Saame way, blood pressure cuff, listening to her heartbeat and external respiration, and asking several dubiousness. It took several Thomas More minutes before Ronda told us that she would care Dakota to get some pedigree examination run, the Oklahoman the better.

Now, I was concerned."What's going on Doc ?"I asked.

"Oh, I don't think it's anything, but she tells me that she is very hit and lack in taking her antepartum vitamins. Jacques Louis David, she needs to demand them regularly they don't help her sitting in the feeding bottle,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a moment and ask,"Department of Energy she let to take them with food or can she just take them anytime ?"

"If she takes them in the first light, on an empty-bellied breadbasket is best or maybe even with a small glass of water supply. If they are making her sick to her stomach then occupy them at bedtime with a small collation,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a moment before I tell Bobby and Sammy,"Gentlemen before Dakota gets one bead of coffee berry, she must train her antenatal vitamin. This is significant to me guys,"I say to them. Both chefs acknowledge what I have told them and agree.

Dakota answers,"That's just mean dad. No coffee without me taking my vitamins, mean, just unembellished base,"causing everyone around us to giggle. Bobby and Sammy are quite the gentlemen and don't say a word.

Once Ronda is done with her doctorly responsibility, she puts her equipment back into her doctor bag, zips it closed and takes me by the hired hand once again taking a immense gulp of her coffee, emptying the cup. This makes for another of the peeress at the dining room board to quip once again,"Guess she doesn't want the cream for her coffee, maybe she just likes the taste of his emollient,"causing more giggles, however, now it turns to laughter.

Ronda pulls me down the hall to my bedroom.

Once inside, she instructs me to sit on the bed with my back to the rampart. I am expecting one of her delightful blowjob, but quite to my surprise, she sits on the bed facing me with all her apparel on.

"David, do you remember telling me that we would pull in a marvelous baby together ?"She asks.

"Of trend, I do."

"Were you dangerous or were you just saying something nice to me ?"She asks with a sober spirit on her face.

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

"wellspring, sort of. I see significant fair sex every day and, in my head, I hear the tick-tock of my baby making twelvemonth going by faster and faster. I know you have two children on the way already with Jill and Dakota. But I just can't get you out of my head. You are everything that I want in the Father of my tike. You are fresh, you are handsome, you make good decisions, you mentor John telling me that you would be a tremendous parent. Why can't I shake this touch sensation about you ?"She says with her eyes welling up.

I reach out and pull her into me for a firm but a blue-blooded hug. We just sit together in each other's weapons system for quite a while.

"Darling, I love you as well. However, there is individual in this equivalence that you need to get permission from. I would love to make a baby with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's permission. There are quite a little of affair that I don't need her permission for, including us playing, but to create a child, that is something entirely different,"I say to her as I'm fondling her.

"I know, I know. But before I go and humiliate myself in front of her by asking, I wanted to ensure that you were still a willing player,"she says to me without even looking up from my chest.

"Ronda, obviously we have chemistry. I hear it from Dakota all the sentence that she sees the way we look at each other, more like lover than play partners,"I say to her.

I continue on,"Darling, I am more than volition to create a child with you. You are many things that most men would want. You're beautiful, you're a sexual dynamo, you are smartness, you are hardworking, you have a tenderness inside you, and your still reasonably young."The hold up comment gets me a garget in the rib from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably Loretta Young ?"She asks.

"Well, you aren't in your early on twenty dollar bill, but you're not as old as Mom either,"which gets me another poke from Ronda.

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

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

"More than I care to allow in. In my head, I think that I can just raise our child as a single parent and if you participate then it only benefit our nestling, if you choose to not participate then I've lost nothing since I'm acting as a single parent,"she tells me before raising up to snog me passionately.

"Darling, you won't have to raise our child alone. Hell, motion into the Chateau with us and sell your home. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be other fraught women here as well. In fact, the wholly Chateau will be overrun with children by side by side Halloween,"I tell her. This makes her smile.

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

"Yes, I would jazz for you to move in here. As for the shootings, well, the FBI is all over it. In summation, I'm putting a couple more security department affair in home,"I tell her trying to wee-wee her feel safe about coming here.

"Is that all you have to ask me ? If I want to take in a baby with you ?"

"Yeah, now I got to go humble myself with Jill begging for you to make a sister with me,"she says in a discomfited tone.

"Honey, this isn't let's make Ronda feel bad. netherworld, I'll go with you if you would like. I just want her OK before I create another tike,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be right ; I do find something blood-related to the alchemy between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a warm place in my centre over Ronda.

"Um, no. I think that this is just something that I need to do by myself,"she says to me. This causes her to get out of bed and leave the room. I frown a bit hoping that we would at least turn before she went looking for Jill.

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

CHAPTER 4

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

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

Jill begins,"David, are you willing to bring in a baby with Ronda ?"

"well, only if you give your approval. There are few things that I seek your permission for but this is certainly one of them,"I say to Jill.

"Darling, if you're unforced, I'm alright with it. Plus, she could travel in here with all of us since we now have lost a duad of people, like Kim and Kay,"she says.

As I am standing there, Mom and Fred come walking manus in deal around the corner.

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

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

"Then what is it ?"

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

"THAT'S ALL ? Scheol, who here doesn't want to have a baby by David ?"Mom says laughing.

Mom continues,"I only hope the baby is made the outmoded way and not this new-fangled test-tube manner,"Mom quips.

"No, no test-tube. Just champaign ole sex and I'm pretty sure my David will take full vantage of trying to create the baby every fortune he gets,"Jill says giggling some more.

Ronda stands up, releasing Jill's handwriting and comes over to me taking my hand and saying,"C'mon lover, we have a baby to make,"smiling the solid time.

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

"Jacques Louis David, make making love to me,"Ronda says in a romantic tone.

"Absolutely, my pet,"I say to her.

We begin kissing and nibbling on each former. I hear her saying over and over,"Oh gawd you make me so aroused,"as she begins to nibble on my ear.

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

I slide my pelvic girdle between her thigh lining up my manhood with her opening. I gently push just a minor bit of my dick into her wetness. She moans as I begin to enter her. I feel the wetness her womanhood is creating around my cock.

Slowly and gently, I keep pushing my cock into her pussy. It doesn't drive very long before I'm fully inside of her. We begin our jab in unison. She whispers in my ear,"I will love you forever,"barely audible.

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

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

As I'm thrusting into her, out of the corner of my eye, I see we have gained a crowd. Jennifer, Amy, and Dakota are all watching Ronda and I go at it.

Continuing to thrust into her again and again, she peaks once again."GAWD DAVID, YOU MAKE ME CUM SO DAMN HARD,"as her middle roll back in her head.

"DARLING, HERE I CUM, LET'S make THAT babe,"I say to her as I shoot all I have into her waiting and accepting womanhood.

Once I have cum so laborious, I find that I am worn out. I roll off of her and just lay there with her head on my chest.

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

"grip on a second, now you ladies are betting on me ? What am I a horse, this ain't no Kentucky Derby,"I say astonished that now I'm being bet upon. Of course, it's all Dakota's doing.

I see money being put into Dakota's hand, she closes it and giggles. She comes over to me and pats me on the chief like an owner pats their favorite dog."Nice boy, you made Mamma some money,"smiling as she said that.

Something in my point made me consider about tomorrow being Monday. I ask everyone to point back to the TV way once again. I see a duo of eye curl, but everyone straits back there.

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

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

I stand at the door to the room,"Tomorrow is Monday. I would like for everyone to go to their job as usual. We won't be deterred from our formula subprogram. Those who are here, need to turn back the security system camera from clip to sentence. Tomorrow I'm going to approach the City Council to see if they will sell me the road that leads to our home, maybe they'll just be happy that there is one to a lesser extent road that they will have to maintain and let me have it for a fairish toll,"I tell everyone.

can and Marcus come into the TV room all sweaty. They have completed their task and the ice truck is now empty. Dakota begins dialing up for a hand truck size of it tow motortruck to come to pick up the ice truck and direct it over to the place that all the limos get fixed.

It dawns on me that if the bullets didn't come out the other side, then maybe Captain Perez would want to send his forensics team out to fish out the slugs.

After I say my speech about not changing tomorrow's convention duties, I dial up headwaiter Perez.

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

"Captain, this is Jacques Louis David Greene. It occurs to me that the ice truck in my courtyard might have two or three heater in it. There are three slug holes, so if they didn't come out the former incline, your forensics team may be capable to retrieve them,"I say to him.

"I'll send them right over. They should be there in about an time of day or less,"he tells me.

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

We end the call.

"What's that dissonance ?"I ask.

Saint John the Apostle replies,"That's the mensuration team for the window, apparently they listened when I told them to be here before 3. Now they are measuring every windowpane,"he says smiling.

"Nice study, John,"I say to him.

"dad, are we dismissed ?"Dakota asks.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed,"

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

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

Bobby comes around the corner and asks me if it was OK to throw tonight taco-night. I told him it was fine. He said that he and Sammy have differing inwardness seasonings and would care everyone to try each one and give them a preference.

In my head, it sounded like fun.

"Hey guys, do we have all the fixings in the house, or do we need to pass water a grocery store store run ?"I ask.

"We have everything including hard-shell and flaccid wetback shells,"Sammy tells me.

I was thinking that this could be a fun nighttime."Be sure to announce to everyone that tonight is taco night. Oh, and I hope I don't have to tell you that lav will probably eat a dozen or more greaser,"I say to the chefs.

"We're already prepared for him,"Sammy replies.

"Nice !"

Bobby and Sammy both go around telling everyone that tonight is taco Sunday night and there will be a contest that everyone needs to participate in. I see everyone's eyes brighten up, including my newest lover/baby Maker Dr. Ronda.

"Guess I'll have to enjoy the spicy nutrient before I'm significant,"Ronda says to me.

Mom does ask Bobby if the spice can be toned down a bit for her as her belly doesn't take to spicy foods all that well. Bobby tells her that they have already figured that and will make a little separate pan of center with virtually no flavourer which made her smile.

I look around and take line of descent of the good things that are happening here.

The CG male child are dating porn counterpart. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want sister from me. Diane is significant with Gospel According to John's infant and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are wonderful women who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio business. BJ and Danni are wondrous sexually charged charwoman that are both beautiful as well as being smart. girl will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to toy with. Belinda seems to be working heavily with Allison as well. Aurora has fit in well here and her cleansing overhaul has taken the shipment off Amy to run the house. The two chefs are comic in addition to being wonderful Captain James Cook. John Lackland, well he is my protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the changeover from being a kid in Diane's crew that just always said ‘ fuck'to a mature young man that accepts duty and has a much more mature demeanor.

Amy has really begun to thrive in the role of steward of the star sign. Getting the cleaning servicing was perfect. Now she can concentre on just running the house and not being a hard worker to it.

And then there is Mom. She's beautiful, she's sexually a dynamo. Clearly, she and Fred have found some sort of happiness. Mom guides me when I find myself in a difficult situation. I am very beaming to have brought her to the West Coast and helped her sell her unaired residence in the Lionel Hampton, for which she got the eminent amount of money ever sold by a non-beachfront property.

Fred, who started out by being Jill and my personal chauffeur, but now has some sort of relationship going on with Mom. He remains the unemotional person gentleman always looking out for the family's safety. His two nephews have been marvellous guarding the castle brain. Now that they are dating the porn twins, I'm sure that their awareness of security will amp up when demand be.

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

Thinking about Tina made me mean that we will discharge in on Tina and insure on her on the way back from our East Coast/Tampa trip.

I checked with Dakota to realise sure everything was set up with the jet for an early morning Tues departure. We discussed going to DC first, then down to Atlanta to see this building that Jennifer is trying to work a spate on, and then on to Tampa. On the return, we will stop unannounced in Phoenix to have a look in on our Tina.

I know that when Dakota gets further along with her maternity, she really won't be going anywhere, but still, I want her to cause time with the new babe, our baby.

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

CHAPTER 5

As dinner party prison term approached, Bobby and Sammy gathered us all to come to the dining room table. No one was surprised that John had his ass in a chair before anyone else. Although when Diane walked up to the table, John jumped up and pulled out a hot seat for her.

I pulled out three chairs. One for Jill, one for Dakota, and one for Dr. Ronda. can just sat there smiling being thankful that he only has one ma'am pregnant.

Bobby and Sammy announced that dinner was served. He made it clearly that the dame all get to go first. I looked around and didn't see Mom nor Fred. I sent Paula after them thinking that maybe they didn't hear the direction to come to taco Sunday. Paula went down the hallway and came back seconds later telling all of us that she ‘ was busy ’. We all laughed as the ladies got up and made their greaser.

The hard-crispy shells were going at a rate of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded dough, diced love apple, sour cream, cheddar cheese and Monterey Jack cheeses all shredded, both fresh and pickled jalapenos, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, diverse hot sauces, a red-pepper based mole and a afters tangy sauce.

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

Diane took a minuscule quantity of both portions of meat and made two exchangeable tacos, both with the flour tortilla. She put sum, loot, diced tomato, and shredded Cheddar cheese. She also took a spoon of the mango-lime salsa, which she said tasted like null that she has ever had. That made both chefs smile as did me.

Jill and Dakota must have taken eating category from John. They both took 4 crunchy greaser racing shell each. Two shells for each meat. They put the meat in the scale then covered it with the neutering that they wanted.

Saint John, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the porn twin, the CG boy, and Allison might be. John and I both got up and went outside. John went to the Gemini's door telling the four of them that it was greaser Night and that their front was being missed at the dinner tabular array.

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

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

"I'm sorry ladies, but dinner party is served and your bearing or lack of it is obtrusive. It's Taco Lord's Day and the chefs would like you to take part in their trivial contest about who's seasoning is better,"I tell them smiling. This makes Allison get up and Belinda put the television camera down on the couch. They both walk with me back to the main house.

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

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

Once all the lady have intellectual nourishment in front of them John bounds up like someone set his ass on fire. He heads over to the wetback bar and takes not 4, not 6, but 8 hard shells and begins filling them with meat and fixings. Jennifer, John's Mom, makes light of John's endless appetite. Everyone giggles.

The eating and socializing go on for a match of minute. The CG boys regale us with tales of some of their awe-inspiring dangerous undertaking working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the evening telling us about being aboard the ‘ Big joint ’. All in all, it was a delightful time. A time that we all needed to let the stress of the Holocene epoch events just go by.

As the dinner party began to hoist down, I asked Dr. Ronda to stay the night, but she said she had to get back place as she has a few patients in the hospital that she needs to inspect before heading to the place in the cockcrow. Before she leaves, she does make credit that moving in here would save her about a half an hour of drive time as it is so much nearer to the hospital that she works out of.

"Just one of the things in the spirit of a doctor,"she tells me. I kiss her and walk her out to her car. I poke the buttons to give the garage doorway and the front gate. I watch her drive off thinking how the baby will be so beautiful, all because of her.

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

"Are you really OK with Dr. Ronda wanting to have a baby by you ?"She asks in a serious tone.

"Of grade, I am. We discussed it before she ever came to ask you. She was all unquiet that you would make her beg or embarrass her somehow,"I tell Jill.

"Why would I do that ? She's a Marine and she's our Quaker,"Jill says to me.

"I believe that she was just overthinking the unit scenario,"I tell Jill.

"Seriously, you don't tactile property uneasy that Dakota and I are already pregnant with your child and now Dr. Ronda wants one as well ?"

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

"Well, you do. It's almost as if you are trying to ‘ gain have sex'to her each time you two get together. If I wasn't your married woman, I would probably be covetous,"Jill says to me.

"Really ? Jealous ? I would never take guessed,"I say to Jill.

"You realize that I'm still a adult female, not just your wife and a Marine,"she replies.

"I feel so favorable that you married me,"I say to her.

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

When we get back inside, we hear all the rowdy laughter from the group. Apparently, somebody challenged John that he couldn't eat another 12 greaser, fully loaded. He was currently eating identification number 7 and didn't flavor like he was slowing down a bit.

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

John finished routine 7 and begins at act 8. In my read/write head, I was sure that this was Dakota's doing, but a few minutes later I find out that it is Jennifer who put this all together. Imagine that, his own female parent betting against her son. If anyone had insider entropy about John's eating habits, it would be Jennifer.

John finished number 8, then 9, then 10. At numeral 11, John showed a John Roy Major dumb down. He struggled through the wetback. He just stared at taco issue 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a brace of pickled chili pepper underneath all the repair. She let the juice from the chili pepper drip all over the nitty-gritty before adding the fixings.

St. John picked up the taco and took a huge bite, deciding that if he took two or three big raciness, it would be done with quickly.

However, with the mystery particular in the taco, John swallowed the bite and yelled,"Holy piece of ass ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the fridge and poured himself a big glass of milk, sat back pour down and took another Brobdingnagian bite. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big sup of milk. On the final bit, he dangled the bite over his mouth before shoving it in. The daughter all laughed as Jennifer had to hand over the money collected to John.

John counted the money and gave me half of the winnings. I just told him to keep it. I knew in my heart that he would have a solution to the secret ingredient that his female parent has put in the taco.

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

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner party table. Mom went over to the fiddling pan that the chefs had waiting for her with little to no spice. She took a spoonful and kissed each one on the cheek telling them the centre was perfect. Fred let her make a home plate before he made one for himself. He took 4 toilsome taco eggshell filling two each with each meat. He really didn't take much of the fixings. He took some lettuce, some diced tomatoes, and some shredded Cheddar cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the board to vote for the meats. Pan one, the chickenhearted pan. Pan two the wild blue yonder pan. As I went around the table it seemed to go back and forth yellowish, blue, yellow, blue, blue, lily-livered and on and on.

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

As the dark went on, the great unwashed began heading to bed since tomorrow was a work day. Jill and I were one of the live ones to allow the mesa with Dakota following us to our bed. I stripped down, Jill did the Lapp, as did Dakota. We all snuggled up together and drifted off to log Z's.

I opened my eye checking that I had put my sound on the battery charger, which I had before I drifted off to sleep with my two darlings all snuggled up to me.

Yes, being that chauffeur that moment in my life changed things for the better.

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