The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got dressed quickly for the ‘ entry date ’. Neither one of the participants knew ahead of time that they had already met their dinner date. That was my own picayune joke, at least it was funny in my head. When I told Jill about it, I got a huge eyeroll and a shake of her head.

As usual, Dakota had everything set up. The limousine arrived at the perfect sentence, complete with Fred driving. Jill whispered in my ear that she felt better having Fred be our Chauffeur. I, of form, just agreed with her.

I stayed conservative in my apparel. I wore a short sleeved apprehend shirt and a pair of Nice jeans. Jill wore a blue jean skirt and a cute blouse, that I wanted to take off her as it highlighted her beautiful contours.

We went to Heidi Longmire's home first. I decided to do that for safe reasons. If they don't hit it off or she feels uncomfortable then he wouldn't know where she lived. Since she is an agent for the FBI, she had access to information about him that he probably didn't even know was available.

When we got to Heidi's house, I got out and went to the presence door. It was a overnice plumb star sign. The one thousand was mowed, and she had a cute niggling flowerbed against the front veneer of the household. One affair I did notice was that she had no orotund Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. She had a couple of Vannevar Bush but no great trees.

I rang the buzzer and heard her yell,"delay on, I'm coming,"she said. Of course of instruction, in my head word, the antic of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the front of my stupid person psyche. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the threshold and the bolt before she opened the door.

When she did open the front door, there stood before me a beautifully slim athletic woman. She was wearing a pair of dress jeans and a nice blouse. In my head word, I didn't know what was going on, but I wouldn't mind seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a couple of minutes to lock the straw man door back up, including the deadbolt.

"You can never be too careful,"she said to me putting her key into the deadbolt lock.

"There, all locked up. Shall we go ?"Heidi says to me.

I put my arm out for her to grab onto and we walk down her walkway to the limo. Fred has the door open and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in first then me. Since I wasn't sure if Heidi knew my wife or not, I did introductions.

"Jill, this is Agent Heidi Longmire, but tonight she is just Heidi Longmire,"I say causing Jill to again give me an eye axial rotation. However, it did get a giggle from Heidi. I thought to myself, ahh a new hearing for my ridiculous jokes.

"Heidi, this is my gorgeous wife, Jill,"I say. They both exchange pleasantries.

Fred shuts the threshold and off we go. Heidi's FBI curiosity is starting to show.

"So how do you know that I'll like this guy ?"She asks.

"Um, let's call it a hunch,"I tell her trying to be clever, but she is a professional interrogator, so I must watch my step.

"Do I get any confidential information on what he looks like ?"She asks.

"Well, he has two eyes, one olfactory organ, and a pair of backtalk,"I tell her as I see Jill's eyes roll again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might let seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two heart you say ? That must take a crap him special. Any early feature of speech you care to share ?"She asks obviously playing along.

"Well let's see, yeah, he puts his bloomers on one leg at a time and he wears shoes,"I say to her causing her to laugh.

"Inferno, this is fun. I haven't even met the guy and already its better than my finish two dates,"Heidi says. This causes Jill to now jump into the conversation.

"Heidi, tell me, how gruelling is it for someone like yourself, a Federal soldier broker to find someone to cause a relationship with ?"Jill asks.

"wellspring, it's tough. You start off just like every other get together. You try to sidestep telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extreme or the former. Either they want to secern you their Police connection, or for some reason, they hate the Law Enforcement bureau that you work for. Then you must keep back an eye out that you're not being followed from the office to your home or your neck of the woods,"Heidi tells us.

"I guess you can't just go to a bar and pick up somebody for a one-night stand, can you ?"Jill asks.

"Sure, you can if your pudden-head. You never know when you will run into someone that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can tell you that they will always spy you before you spot them. It does clear thing difficult, that's probably why so many agents date and marry other federal agent,"she tells us.

"Would I be out of saltation to say your job can be a lonely job ?"I ask.

"Absolutely. Unless you have a close grouping of the great unwashed that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way things are going these days, it only gets more hard, which is why I chose to adventure on you asking me out. You are high visibility and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at to the lowest degree I'll get a meal paid for. The cobbler's last date I ended up paying for the repast because his soon to be ex-wife had canceled all his credit cards and emptied their cant chronicle. It kind of puts a muffler on what should have been a gracious eventide,"she says.

I feel for her. I went through some of those date before I met Jill and I am thankful every night that night she was my trainer back at Happy Limo.

We pull up to a nice-looking menage. Fred parks the limo on the street and opens the car for Heidi and me to get out to go to Patrick's front doorway. I'm smiling the unanimous walk to the door.

I let her ring the bell. We hear"Hold on, I'll be right there,"and some stride coming to the straw man door.

St. Patrick opens the door. There is a stunned secretiveness from both people. They both look at me as if I've just grown two heads.

"Patrick, I would care to stick in you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would like to introduce you to St. Patrick Meyers"I say smiling.

I guess to take on along, Patrick reaches his bridge player out and trill Heidi's hand.

"C'mon guys, let's have a nice Nox. No lecture about what has happened, tonight you aren't an FBI agentive role, got it ?"I ask her. She shakes her forefront yes. Patrick still looks confused.

"OK, hombre here's the deal. I had intended to inaugurate you two before the completely thing with sunrise happened. There was no way to avert you guys meeting, so I just kept my mouth shut. We can end this right now if you two don't want to go any further, but I think you two will hit it off,"I say to both.

"David, how do you experience that we'll hit it off ?"Patrick asks.

"Actually, I don't. It's a suspicion. You both work insane hours, you both have a full temperament, and you both seem to get along with me, which isn't as easy as I think it is, or at to the lowest degree my wife tells me so every once in a patch,"I say to them smiling.

They look at each early, shrug their shoulders and proceeded to head to the limousine. Saint Patrick must stop and go back to the look door to lock the top deadbolt lock.

"There, its'all locked up now,"he says.

"That's what she did and said when I picked her up,"I tell him.

"Well, obviously she cares about home security David,"Patrick says to me.

We get to the limo where Fred is standing stoically with the back door open. St. Patrick lets Heidi get in first, then I shove him in and mount in behind him.

"Patrick this is my wife Jill,"I say to him.

"Jill, this is Patrick,"introducing Jill to Patrick.

St. Patrick says,"Jill, it's nice to meet you. I do have a question for you,"he says to Jill.

"Go ahead,"

"How do you put up with this guy's knucklehead antics ?"Patrick asks Jill.

"Well, I kind of have to since I married the knucklehead,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Saint Patrick to laugh.

The ride to the restaurant went smoothly as Fred knew a short cut on a one-way road that saved us hitting three additional traffic lights.

When we arrived at Longhorn's Steakhouse, St. Patrick's middle lit up.

"Hot red cent, I love this place. I haven't been quite a while, but their food is marvellous. Heidi, what do you reckon of this place ?"He asks all grin and entire of energy, which made me exhale just a bit. Now if we can get Heidi to joke around a bit then maybe the evening will go well.

As the four of us were walking into the restaurant, my headphone buzzes.

"darn David, you work as often as we do,"Patrick says to me.

I look at the text message. It 's from Dakota"Plane ready for tomorrow for a trip to Seattle. Will we be staying over or coming home tomorrow dark ?"

I think about it for a here and now then text her that hopefully, we will be returning home tomorrow night, but very late.

I apologize for the school text message. Both Patrick and Heidi understood.

The stewardess tells us that there's about a one-half hour waiting for a table for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there pass off to be four seats together at the bar. Patrick and I pull the seats out for the madam then we take the outside two seats. The barmaid, a long-haired brunet with thin eyebrows and putting surface heart ask what we want for drinks and do we want an appetizer while we wait.

St. Patrick ask Heidi,"Do you have a predilection for a drink ?"

"How about just a nice looking glass of wine. Maybe a Cabernet ?"she says to him.

"Jill, your common, a merlot ?"I ask.

Patrick orders a cabernet for Heidi and a iniquity beer for himself. I decree a merlot for Jill and a Coca Cola for myself.

"You don't crapulence ?"Patrick asks me.

"No, not really,"I tell him.

"Anyone want to orderliness an appetizer ?"I ask.

No one seems all that interested in having an appetizer at the bar.

"Heidi, are you from this area ?"I ask trying to get some conversation going.

"No, not really. I grew up a bit North of here in San Francisco. When I graduated high school, I went to San Diego nation University and then Law School. I applied to the agency in my go class of law schooltime and was accepted,"she tells us.

"Saint Patrick, are you from here ?"I ask.

"Yep, I grew up in a minuscule town called San Marino. We lived in a small plate on Vega street. I screwed around in high school and graduated with a C+ average. I really had no intent of going to college. I took charge of all the cleanup in the menage since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodworking, cabinetry mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an account statement house. Since I did all the cleaning at our home, it was an wanton leap to starting my own occupation, cleaning other citizenry's dwelling house,"Patrick tells us.

"How long have you been in business ?"Jill asks as she takes a sip of her merlot.

"About 8 years now. Until the thing the other day, I was considering trying to expand the patronage towards Beverly Hills. You got me thinking about voltage customers I'm leaving on the tabular array since your household is the only one that my troupe takes care of,"Patrick says to us.

I see Heidi pick out a long sip of her Cabernet before asking,"Patrick, do you regret not going to college or are you Sir Thomas More of a hands-on guy,"Heidi asks him.

"Well, I don't regret not going to college. Yet, all those party that you see on TV, I would induce liked to assist one or two, but alas I chose to work instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law school, did you get wild and mad ?"Patrick asks.

"natural state and crazy ? No, not at all. I had my visual modality set on where I wanted to be and thus, I kept my nose to the al-Qur'an. I don't think I was even invited to a college party, let alone go to one,"she says after another foresighted sip of her wine.

"David, you and Jill probably went to college, didn't you ?"Saint Patrick asks.

"Nope. Jill is a Marine and I spent most of my grownup life working in the eatery business,"I tell them.

"fountainhead, if she's military and you're a restaurant guy, how did you two meet ? Did she number into your eatery and it was love at number one sight ?"He says to me.

"She was my trainer at the limo company,"I tell them, which gets a dyad of odd looks from Saint Patrick and Heidi.

"I took a job learning to be a chauffeur at Happy, Happee Limo and Jill was my trainer. Although I was dating someone else when we first met, it didn't guide very long for Jill to have her way with me,"I say laughing. Jill gives the big eyeroll causing Patrick and Heidi to laugh. I get poked in the costa for the joke.

Our small coaster buzzes telling us that our mesa is ready. We get up and maneuver back to the hostess stand. I handwriting her the buzzing thing and she takes the four of us to a nice table towards the back of the restaurant's master floor.

Both Patrick and I hold out the chairs for our ladies who give each of us a civilised ‘ thank you ’.

As the hostess hands us the computer menu's she tells us that the specials for the night are inside the carte. We thank her and she heads back to the hostess stand.

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine. I order up another drinking glass for the ladies, another beer for Patrick and another coke for myself. I also order an appetizer for the table. It 's my usual cheesy stuffed mushroom, I tell our guests that it's one of the matter that I love about Longhorn. The waitress smiles at the appetiser parliamentary law and heads off.

Jill sees some variety of salmon salad at the table next to us and decides to gild it. Heidi looks over at the Lapplander board and decides to order it as well. Of course, Saint Patrick and I are going to order steaks. I figure you don't go to a steakhouse and not Holy Order steaks, just seems wrong.

When the waitress comes back with our starter order, she offers to demand our dinner parliamentary law. She asks first if the placard will be separate or all together.

"Ma'am, the nib will be all together, and I will take away it,"I tell her making for sure that Saint Patrick or Heidi don't try to pay for the meal.

Patrick, being a gentleman, purchase order Heidi's dinner party then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak steak with a baked potato fully loaded, a house salad with ranch dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of sunbaked white potato soup which she says they make a wonderful translation of that soup.

Jill likes the musical theme of a cup of soup as well. I order her salmon salad along with a cup of the baked Solanum tuberosum soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak steak, sensitive rare, baked white potato fully loaded and a salad with thousand islands dressing and extra tomatoes and no onions. We were all smiling when the waitress left the table with our order.

"David, how did you go from being a trainee of Jill's to CEO of Jaxson, Inc. ? That must be one hell of a account,"Patrick says which has Heidi listening.

"Jill, would you care to tell the tarradiddle, or have me do it ?"I ask her smiling.

"Oh, I'll let you tell the history, you seem to revel in it,"she tells the table, smiling the whole time.

"Saint Patrick and Heidi, on our indorsement Nox working together, one of the other driver's was in a horrible traffic accident. We had longtime client arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the close-fitting limo to go cull up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the private jet country of the airdrome. We didn't have the proper car to plunk them up and didn't have plenty time to get to the office and swap cars, so we just went to the airport. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up side by side to their jet and I jumped out and put their baggage into the trunk. I stood by the back threshold and Bob and Melanie got into the car. As we were going, I turned around and apologized to the Jaxsons telling them that their usual chauffeur was in a bad stroke. I also apologized for not having the even up vehicle for them and made the decision to kick in them the service for innocent. Jill asked if we needed to end at a Walgreen's for Melanie Jaxson as she was nauseated from a storm that the jet flew through. We got them to their hotel. Bob Jaxson pulled me aside and told me that if I decide to actuate up in the human beings, he's got a location for someone like me,"I tell them.

"Are you going to tell them about how you got a $ 2000 tip from them that night and I only got $ 800 ? You sit there and chat with them and I do all the work, yet you get the big tip and I don't,"Jill says smiling and giggling as she takes another sip of her merlot.

"hold a minute, you got $ 2800 as a tip from Mr. and Mrs. Jaxson ?"Heidi asks.

"Yes, we did. It wasn't long before I called Bob Jaxson and well, the rest is history,"I tell them,

"David, you said you were dating somebody else when you met Jill ?"Heidi asks.

"Yep, sure was. I spoke to the dame that I was dating, her name was Tina. I knew that we weren't going anywhere in our relationship. We just broke it off. The very night we broke it off, Jill was in an machine stroke. She tried to bid our foreman, who didn't response. She tried to call a close friend, who also didn't answer. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at City hospital. I raced across town to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what exam room she was in. I ran through the hallway and burst into the exam room. There was the most beautiful, and wretched looking woman I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the story. Of course, Jill was playfully shaking her straits no through half the story.

"Hey, my tale, I tell it my way,"I say to Jill who just smiles and pokes me again in the ribs.

"Well, they had her hopped up on pretty severe pain medicine, what was it again dear, morphia ?"I asked.

She just nodded her head yes.

"That's when she declared her undying love for me and we've been together ever since,"I tell them. Again, I get the big eye roll from Jill which makes me laugh.

"And now I'm stuck with him like gum on a shoe,"Jill says to Patrick and Heidi.

Our food arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

As we begin to eat our dinner, Patrick asks,"David and Jill, how do you like being in charge of a multinational troupe such as Jaxson, Inc. ?"

Jill response first,"Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am thankful that my assistant has a good head for numbers pool. David pirated her away from a Mercedes dealership because they weren't treating her right hand. Here she was selling David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to give her credit rating for selling one. She went on the test ride with David and he made her a job crack. She didn't accept until she was sure enough that they were going to do it her over and not give her the full deputation,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to comment on our jobs at Jaxson Inc. a soul tapped me on the shoulder from behind me. I turned to see fille, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one night a duet of weeks ago who stayed at the house for three days.

"Hello, do you remember me ?"She asks.

"Of course, I do Missy, how are you ?"I ask her.

"young lady, you remember this is my wife Jill. And these are two friends, Heidi and Patrick,"I tell her, hoping that she won't say anything that Jill and I will have to explain.

"David, I got a new cell phone. Let me gift you my new earpiece numeral, so when you have another party at your firm, you can recall to invite me,"she says smiling. In my nous, that wasn't too bad of a program line that I would have to explain.

She writes her phone number down on a guest check, kisses me on the impudence and read/write head off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the unscathed time.

"Um, David, do random women just fare up to you and give you their phone number and a kiss before trying to invite themselves to one of your party ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill answers,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever imagine. He gets adult female pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a rock star and we just live in his worldly concern,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a particular facial nerve expression and then just kind of accept that answer.

I decide to try and narrow the result down to keep open Heidi from getting too suspicious.

"Heidi, young woman got invited to a party we had several hebdomad ago by a booster of a friend thing. She had a not bad time. We had several single guys and I think she may have collected just about every single guy's phone number at the political party. She sent me a bill a calendar week or so later telling me it was one of the outflank company she had been to in a tenacious, long sentence,"I tell Heidi.

"The lifespan of a CEO,"Saint Patrick says.

I see that we are finishing up with our dinners. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the discharge home base off the table, I ask to see a dessert carte du jour. Patrick's eyes light up, but the ma'am seemed rather full.

I know that no matter how full Jill is, she's a gull for the buff apple stampede. Saint Patrick asks Heidi if she would like to split their chocolate stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

I place the afters order for Jill and I and Saint Patrick society for Heidi and him.

I decided to ask the curious inquiry,"So, have either of you been married before ?"which gets me a playful smack on the berm from Jill.

"Geeze David, that's form of personal don't you think ?"Jill says to me.

"Um, no not really. It's just a interrogative,"I say to her.

Heidi goes first,"No, no ex. I dated a guy for a long clock time, but he took a job in another city and well, we just haven't been in touch since he moved. What about you Patrick ?"she asks.

"Nope, no x. I too dated a woman for a while and now we aren't dating because I spend too a good deal prison term trying to take maintenance of my client,"he tells Heidi.

The waitress comes back to the table with our desserts. I see Jill's eyes light up seeing the caramel apple dessert. As Jill and I get to percentage the dessert, I notice that Heidi and Patrick have basically forgotten about Jill and me and start chatting and feeding each other. I am smiling from ear to ear, all the while being poked in the ribs by Jill.

I lean in and kiss my gorgeous wife, licking the small tactual sensation of caramel off her lips.

After about 15 minutes or so, the waitress delivers me the chip. I put my credit card on the top of the small leger, and she takes the whole thing. Jill and I just sit there watching Patrick and Heidi be friendly but very close to being familiar. In my headland, I hit it out of the Mungo Park on this one.

Jill and I begin a conversation about me heading to Seattle in the forenoon with Dakota.

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

"wellspring, again we have district coach in the eatery mathematical group that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a sum of thirty hours when they know that we expect them to ferment 45. I've reviewed all the potential difference promotes just in caseful I end up cleaning the house,"I tell Jill.

"Do you wait to bide overnight, or will you refund tomorrow night ?"Jill asks.

"Well, right now I'm expecting to come menage tomorrow night. I'll text you or have Dakota call you if things change,"I say to Jill. She nods her foreland in acceptance.

As Jill and I are just chatting, Patrick and Heidi suddenly become self-conscious that they have been having their own private little conversation.

"Um, we're sorry that we ignored you,"Heidi says a petty embarrassed.

"No worries guys, that's what this was all about. For you two to meet under relaxed circumstances and maybe, just maybe you two would hit it off,"I say to them.

"Of course, if you marry and have sight of babies, then I get all the credit,"I say to them laughing. Once again Jill gives me the big eyeroll and a garget in the ribs. Saint Patrick and Heidi laugh as well, although neither one says anything to my comment about married couple and babies.

We all four get up from the table and head out. When Fred sees us coming out of the restaurant, he brings the limo over to the presence door. He stops the car, opens the back door and we all get in. At this point, the wine has taken ahold of the women as they are giggling and laughing.

"Are we through for the night or would you guys like a overnice trip down to the beach or along sundown Strip ?"I ask.

"David, while this has been one of the adept nights that I've had in quite a long metre, I do feature employment in the sunup. So, unfortunately, I must visit it a Nox,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to take Patrick menage first then we will strike down off Heidi. I see them read their phones out and change headphone issue. Jill looks at me and smile, my dazed design worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limousine foreland towards Patrick's blank space. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm susurration in my ear to let her walk him to the nominal head door.

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his front door and they kiss. Not one of those I'm going to know your brains out osculate, but a gracious adult end of the evening first gear day of the month kiss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

Heidi walks pensively down the walkway to the limousine, where Fred has the threshold candid waiting for her.

She gets in and gives me a spry smooch on the impudence as she scoots by me to her seat.

"Thank you, Saint David, this has been a rattling evening. I think that Saint Patrick and I are going to try and maybe meet for a late coffee or a afters one night this workweek,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. I am so very happy that my stupe plan worked and two the great unwashed who work their ass off may now consume a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his stupid ego. If you and Patrick become good friends or hell buff, then David will make a narrative about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned,"she says laughing the hale clock time she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently happy my little plan worked.

When we got to Heidi's house, Fred holds the door open for Heidi. I get another osculation on the cheek as she's getting out of the limo. Jill and I watch her walk to her social movement door where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the room access and gets in the driver's seat to deal us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the essential push to afford the gate, He stops the car by the strawman threshold and lets Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the court and principal back towards the limo return for the car. I figure that Fred has about one more hour of work. He'll return the limo, get in his Mustang and drive it over here and park it in the garage with everyone else's vehicle.

Jill and I go inside. We see several the great unwashed either in the kitchen or in the TV room. They all ask Jill how the non-date date went. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a good match. She kisses me and tells me that she loves me and hopes that I know she is just teasing.

"Of path, I know you're just teasing me. That's what married duet do my Darling,"I say to her.

I see Dakota sitting in another of my white tee shirts. I lean over her, kiss her on the cheek and tell her that I figure we should lead about 11 or so to head to the drome. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is ready. I kiss her again and narrate her effective night. Jill and I head down the hallway to our bedroom.

I pull my backpack out to take with me just in grammatical case. I also put a span of shorts and a tee shirt in the backpack.

Jill sheds her clothes and climbs into bed. I shed my own clothes as well and get into bed with her. We embrace each former and kiss for a while before we drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When my eyes opened in the morning time, only Jill was in bed with me. I slipped out of bed and headed into the bathroom for my aurora rituals and a shower.

Once I was through with the shower, I went and got dressed. I grabbed my sound off the charger, grabbed my wallet, and my keys.

I was kind of excited as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the sleeping accommodation to the kitchen. Most of the morning time mathematical group are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit surprised as john only seems to be eating a bowl of cereal.

As each of the ladies'school principal toward their fomite, the kitchen thins out. Dakota pours me a shabu of pineapple plant juice and osculation me before she sits down with her cup of coffee.

I see that someone left the TV on and I hear that the conditions in Seattle will be rainy. I remind Dakota to be for sure to bring her cute raincoat and her shoe proof place. She tells me that she already has them side by side to her overnight bag at the front door. She gets up and promenade over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her cute ass on my lap causing me to begin to get laborious. She feels me and wiggles her ass a little more.

In my head, I figure since the escape time is a couple of hr, her and I will probably work a bit in the jet.

As whoremaster finishes his cereal, he gathers his own back pack and headspring towards his hand truck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking John to decelerate down as she wants to get a cup of deep brown to take with her. He just laughs and says he'll wait in the truck for her cute ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how much John has matured over the retiring few month and I think that he needs a new task to work on, however, I'm not sure what the set aside projection might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID substantiation task. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the pillar that we bought back to good condition. Paula is working on keeping the three limo society running smoothly. Donna has the margin call sum firing on all piston chamber. BJ is helping Jill on their blood conversion project. Danni is handling the movement reception area just fine now that she is getting a dejeuner interruption. Tina and her Mom in genus Phoenix are feeding me soundly intel on the two buildings that we have bought down there. And, of course, Dakota is being the better help possible. Amy is running the house and keeping things in check-out procedure. The two chefs are making everyone felicitous with their top-quality cooking. The porn Twin and the CG male child are doing a nice job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a fiend, trying to stay fresh things going in the porn industry. Belinda is now seeing someone in the industry and that is very well with me. Yet, I have no idea what to do with John. He does everything that I ask him to do, yet it just seems in my fountainhead that he could be doing something more.

Watching the dayspring TV, I see that the shot of the Mexican Drug Cartel is still in the news cycle.

I looked at my cellphone and saw that I missed a text message from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a marvelous evening and said that she and Patrick have a coffee date in a couple of Night. This made me smile. I texted her back that I was happy that they both hit it off well.

I headed back down the hallway to get a phone courser to take with me, just in case. As I came out of my bedroom, my darling Dakota was coming out of hers. Mom also came out of her bedroom, but not with Fred.

"Mom, where's Fred ?"

"He's getting a limousine to subscribe to you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to pick me up a muffuletta from that wonderful Italian eating place,"she tells me.

I tell Bobby that Dakota and I will be in Seattle until later tonight, but they already knew as Dakota had told them both. I was variety of bummed as the chefs were making boeuf stroganoff once again.

Dakota told me that the limo was expected to be here in about 15 minutes or so. I sat down on the sofa in the living elbow room to just think about John and waiting for the limousine. When I saw it pull up, I still had not figured out what to do with privy. I called for Dakota ; she came bounding out of her bedchamber towards me.

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limo. Once again, Fred stood with the spinal column door receptive. I tossed our bags into the trunk and got into the spine. Dakota came out and before she got into the limo, she kissed Fred on the cheek.

As she got into the limo, I swear that she wiggled her ass towards Fred, but maybe I was just imagining that. She got in, kissed me on the cheek and sat right next to me. Since she was in her usual place, adjacent to me, I felt her script on my hammer almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get hard with her hand stroking me. In just moments, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably slow traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and Pisces the Fishes out my now firmly putz. Her backtalk and mouthpiece surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the putz and head word of my manhood. I gently put my hand on the back of her point. She swallowed me as she has done many meter before. I just laid my head back on the seat as she bobbed her head up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her body up to be sideways on the limo can. I gently pulled her shorts aside to divulge her moist twat. Inserting two fingers into her, I could experience her mouth tighten around my cock swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two finger's breadth inside of her cunt, I used my thumb to rub little circles on her clitoris. This made her groan on my cock. I thrust it as bass into her oral cavity as I could get. She swallowed my humanity as far as she could carry it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her throat. She kept bobbing her principal up and down. As I kept pushing my fingers into her pussy with foolhardy wildness, she began moaning to a greater extent and more on my humanness. I felt her getting wetter and wetter. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a third, then a fourth finger inside of her and thrust in and out repeatedly. My paw was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her first pinnacle,"OH GAWD DADDY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I'M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU,"she says to me as I feel her kitty splash my handwriting and wrist.

She swallows my cock once again, but not until I feel her delicious pussy spasm around my hand again. As her dead body does this, I feel my own consistence approaching its orgasmic flower,"GAWD hoot DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a gallon of my man juice into her accepting mouthpiece. I pull my hand from her puss and solve the tasty orgasmic juices off it.

She just grinning at me and snuggles her head into my chest as the limo living moving towards the aerodrome. Soon, Fred puts the privacy sectionalisation down a couplet of inches to let us know that we are only about two arcminute away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two minutes pass, Fred pulls the limo up next to the jet and gets out, opening the tree trunk first. I take both bags and put four $ 100 bills into his shirt scoop, even though he tries to politely refuse the tip. I thank him for his intemperate workplace and remind him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

Dakota climbs the steps into the jet, and I follow her. I stow the two bags in the command processing overhead time compartment, and we settle down onto the couch.

The opening room access stopping point and the co-pilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her precious little shorts and fish my cock out of my pants and impales herself on me as we accelerate down the runway and into the air. I have to say, that Dakota's pussycat going up and down on my humanness as we went down the runway was quite the get feeling.

It didn't take Dakota long before I felt her hit her world-class orgasmic elevation. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronc. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the couch poke my cock as deep into her as I could get. I put her low articulatio talocruralis over my articulatio humeri essentially bending her in half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her snatch splattering my cock and balls over and over again.

Her eyes were rolling into her chief as I was thrusting hard into her."OH papa, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME FEEL SO WONDERFUL WHEN YOU'RE oceanic abyss INSIDE OF ME. withdraw ME, YOU KNOW THAT I'M YOURS NOW AND FOREVER,"she says as we both continue to peak together.

I keep fucking her with all that I have. I know that we haven't had sex in quite a few days, but what we are both feeling right now is about the most amazing that I've felt in a yoke of workweek, including my time with Ronda.

As we finish cumming with each other, Dakota and I uncouple. She pulls her cute shorts back on and I pull my pants back up. She snuggles into my chest. I begin kissing her and she responds. I stretch out on the sofa and she lays on top of me, just wrapping her branch around me and pulling herself tightly into my body. We exchange our ‘ I love you'and just lay all entangled on the lounge.

"Dakota, I'm at a loss. I don't know what projection to pass St. John the Apostle. He is doing well, but he seems to need something to do,"I tell her.

"Let him be me for a hebdomad,"she tells me.

"Huh ?"I say.

"can has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to look to what you need. Let him treat you. I will be useable to him, via earpiece at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your assistant for a whole week. This will reach us a good read on how he is doing,"she says to me. I pull her into me, and we kiss passionately. Once again, Dakota has come up with a perfect root. I know that I'm going to fuck her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my tool hardening once again.

"What will my darling Dakota do for the week off ?"I ask.

"Well, I'll probably be thinking of my daddy the intact week. Who knows, I may even shew up at the Hawk just to demand advantage of my Daddy in his power, one never knows how my mind works,"she says to me before we again kiss each other passionately.

I feel her delightful little deal shedding my pants once again. She sheds all her clothes this sentence and spins around putting her tasty kitty-cat over my waiting back talk. I begin to lick and suck her pussy swallowing every drop of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, swallows my operose cock.

As I'm licking and sucking her pussy, I move deeper and set forth licking and sucking on her asshole. I thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I can make it go. She roars with another orgasm blasting through her body. I sit up and pull her around to look away from me. I spread her ass cheeks and thrust my manhood into her anal cavity. She moans as we begin to pierce up and down on each other. Her body is splashing my crotch with her womanly juice. She cums over and over onto me. I just keep thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just moan and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her small lithe consistency onto my putz over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my crotch with her pussy juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a while. The pilot comes onto the speaker system and lets us know that we are just a few hour from landing. I hear the landing gear ignition lock into property. Dakota and I decouple and set about to clean ourselves off with the towels that we have in the overhead cabinet towards the spinal column of the plane.

"You know that I love you, don't you ?"I ask Dakota.

"Of trend, pappa, and you know that I love you as well, right ?"she says to me.

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet take a downwards angle as we approach the track. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her blazonry around me as the bicycle touch the pavement of the track.

"daddy, maybe we can find someone to represent with for the ride home base,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a beneficial idea, but I probably could cause dialed up fille to take the misstep with us. But we'll see how things play out.

When the jet finds a parking spot, I see out the window that a limo is waiting for us. Of course of instruction, as the weatherman predicted, it is raining.

Once we are parked, the co-pilot opens the hatching and extends the stairs down to the undercoat. I grab both of our suitcase and follow my darling Dakota down the whole tone to the limo. The device driver takes the dish puts them in the automobile trunk as Dakota and I get into the fomite. I hand the driver the first district power that I want to chaffer. She thanks me for having an address ready and she heads towards the territorial dominion government agency.

It takes about half an hour to get to the address. When we arrive, the chauffeur parks the limo where I ask, away from the room access to the district situation. Dakota and I get out of the limo, each with our rainfall attire on, plus she has her cute non-slick rain boots on making her look cute.

We walk to the front door of the district spot. I open the door and let Dakota ill-use inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she take a seat. I begin to walk through the room, without anyone even saying a word to me. When I get to the backrest of the room, I ask a gracious looking lady if there is anyone that I could speak to. She asks me what it would be about.

"Well, I just walked through the entire district office and no one even asked me what I was doing, until I reached you,"I said to her.

She asks me to sit down at her desk and she will get me, soul, to speak to. She gets up and header towards a duo of cat chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

"howdy, may I help you ?"the gentleman asks.

"Yes sir, I was wondering why you don't have individual to prevent me from walking through this district office. Where's your receptionist ?"I ask.

"And whom might you be to be asking these questions ?"He says to me.

"well, here's my business menu,"I say as I'm handing him my card. He looks at it and apparently doesn't know who I am.

"Ok, so your Saint David Greene. Who is that ?"he asks.

"Read the completely card,"I tell him.

He still looks at it and it doesn't cash register with him.

"I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I'm in boot of the company that owns this ship's company,"I say to him now getting annoyed.

"Oh, yeah, no-account. We don't get many visitant here,"he tells me.

"Can you put together all the district managers that are here into one group discussion room please,"I say.

"Um, Mr. Henry Graham Greene, it's almost 2 pm, we head domicile at 3:30,"He tells me.

"Not today you don't,"I tell him.

"Now, if you would please pull together all the district managers in a group discussion elbow room,"I tell him.

He decides to shout it across the room,"Everyone, all the territory managers are to lead into a league room right now please,"I hear whispers of ‘ what's going on'? and ‘ Who's this guy ?'

When I see everyone in the conference room, I ask the same guy if everyone is in there, he assures me they are.

I stride into the conference room ; Dakota follows me and she sits in a chair in the recession with her assistant 's notebook out.

"how-do-you-do, I'm David Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. The very company that owns this fellowship. Does everyone here understand who I am ?"I ask.

I get pretty very much unison in a positive head nod.

"well, at least I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the authoritative issues. We are a restaurant group. Which means that we work when our customer are not working. Does everyone understand that ?"I ask.

I get a lot of blank stares, which tells me that they already see what is coming and it's not going to be ripe for them.

"How many hours a calendar week do you each work ?"I ask.

quiet in the room.

"Would you say that you work the needful 45 minute a calendar week ?"I ask.

Again, silence.

"Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 hours a week and before you begin to argue with me, I had payroll perpetrate up your timecards and all of you come into workplace about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That's a total of 6 hours per day times 5 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. a week equals 30 hours,"I tell all of them. I see stunned silence since I included that I had payroll pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your silence, that you don't disagree with my mathematics. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will come into the office at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an hr for lunch. You are not allowed to leave at 4:30 pm and call that last 60 minutes your lunch. I also, expect each of you to work one Sat a month. In lieu of the Saturday, you will get Tues off. madam and gentleman's gentleman, we will run for a living and we will be usable to your general managers. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 hours a hebdomad, then you might require to choke this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

"I have seen a continual declination in our boilers suit performance. Can anyone explain to me why all of our phone number have dropped ?"I ask the elbow room not really expecting an answer.

"Because we haven't been doing our jobs that well,"a Lester Willis Young man from down the table says to me.

"Please explicate,"I say to him.

"We have been leaving early and coming in former. You've hit it on the head word that we are a companionship that should be working when our customer are playing,"the youth man says to me.

"I'm sorry, I don't roll in the hay your name,"I say to him.

"I'm Ralph Jones. I've been a district manager for about 3 months,"he says to me.

"Mr. Jones, what are the numbers pool for your territorial dominion ?"I ask, wondering if he really knows his district or if he's just trying to gleam me on.

"fountainhead, my district sales are 2-dimensional to last year, however, we have two restaurants that are in a body politic of turmoil as they are unawares staffed with at to the lowest degree two key direction the great unwashed missing. We also have one of those restaurant, in a roadwork area. The metropolis of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the work will lowest until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be longer than that as they didn't even get started until three calendar week ago. Also, we have two eatery, that are severely understaffed, and I have put an ad in the paper and on the local job board sites. We need at least a dozen crinkle Captain Cook and servers in those two eatery,"he tells me. I'm really impressed with this guy. He knows where his district's numbers are and is willing to verbalise openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Casey Jones'district numbers.

"Mr. Jones, I also see that your guest check average is the in high spirits in the securities industry. Your handler have to a greater extent tenure than anyone else in the grocery store. You came through the system starting as a line cook and are now a district manager, being the General Manager of the year lowest yr. You are well liked by your coach and they tell me in the quarterly survey that when you step into the eatery, you will derail in where needed to help the staff,"I say to him, in forepart of the other district managers.

Once again, there is silence. I point to someone else and ask the Sami question,"What are your territorial dominion's numbers ?"

"Um, they're OK. Nothing limited. I have a couple of proficient restaurants, and a couple of restaurant that need some help, But we'll get better with time,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"James Byron Dean McMillian,"he tells me.

I look him up on the system and he's second from the can in virtually every category that we measure.

"Mr. McMillian, it tells me that you're not doing well. Your territorial dominion is second from the bottom in all the mensurable affair that we look at,"I say to him. He just sits quietly saying nothing.

"Energy anyone else have any information about their districts ?"I ask the room.

No one says a word.

"That's what I thought. So, here's my new plan. We the elision of Mr. Jones, everyone here is on a 90-day activeness plan. Either fix your districts or find a new job,"I say to the room.

Two sets of keys are tossed into the center of the board and two guys stand up and set out to walk out.

"Gentlemen, thank you for making my job that much easier,"I say to them. They walk out of the room, stopping at their desks and leave the building.

"Anyone else want to sky their paint into the center of the tabular array,"I say. However, I see another two hombre that appear to be considering it. One of them stands up and says,"Yeah, I'm not going to bust my ass only for you to toss me out the door in 90 Day,"he says as he tosses his keystone into the centre of the tabular array and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just preserve on stepping out the front door.

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The elbow room is silent.

"Ok, then where would I find Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Hiram King Williams ?"I ask. Mr. Mary Harris Jones excuses himself and walks out into the principal room of the district office. He goes to three desks that have women sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled look on their face.

"Mr. Graham Greene, this is Benita Alvarez, Shandra Theodore Samuel Williams, and Donna Mayfield,"he says to me.

"Ladies, there have been three openings in our district for three new hired hand hopefully hard-working district manager. Are all three of you will to accept on the job of being a district manager ?"I ask.

"Sir, are you kidding us ?"One of the ladies asks.

"No, I'm not kidding. Are you three willing to read on the three territorial dominion that have just come open ?"I ask again.

They look at each other and nod their caput yes.

"OK, well, here's the new rule. Your workplace schedule will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five days a week. However, one Saturday a month, you will work that Saturday and take Tuesday off instead,"I tell the three ladies.

"You will work 45 hours a calendar week, at a minimum. You should bed your numbers at any time of the day or night. You should bear your managers being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a coach Tree in my back railyard, so it is up to you to hold on your restaurants fully stocked with manager,"I tell them.

"Oh, and one more than thing, don't be afraid to jump off in when you go to one of your restaurant and they are short staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unannounced visit from sentence to time. I expect that your restaurants will be running well, no subject if I'm there visiting or not. Take care of your staff and your customers and affair will get better,"I tell them before I thank them for their time and leave.

Dakota is smiling. She knows that there will b to a greater extent masses let go before all is better.

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limo, I hand the chauffeur another slip of newspaper. This one is an address for a district position outside of the city of Seattle, in a town called Kirkland. It is a suburbia of Seattle. The stumble from the first district role to the one in Kirkland takes about half an hour. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her waterproof and non-skid rain boots.

When we get there, a gracious Pres Young peeress, about college age stops me at the battlefront door and ask whom I'm here to see. I script her my business card. She gets up and heads over to a gentleman at a desk only a couplet of run-in back from her. She hands him my business card. He gets up and adjusts his garb before he comes over to me.

He comes over and says,"Mr. Greene, did I miss an email telling us that you were going to be in town visiting ?"He asks.

"No, no promulgation. Is it potential to get all the district managers in a conference elbow room ?"I ask.

The gentleman nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to head to a conference room in the middle of the back wall.

I join them all. Dakota takes a seat in the corner of the room.

"how-do-you-do everyone, as you probably have heard, I'm David Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I thought I would stop in to say hello and ask if affair are going well,"I say to them.

No one speaks.

I point to a unseasoned dame and ask her name and her numbers for her district.

"My gens is rosita Gonzalez. I've been a territorial dominion manager for just over a class, however, I've been working here for about 6 long time now. My district is doing OK. We are having gravid guest bridle norm. Our coach have been in shoes for at least one year or longer. We are fully staffed at the restaurants, however, a couple of the eating place need some physical fixture, such as booth buttocks and flooring in a couple of spots. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to attain it more convenient to the carryout orders as we are all over the situation. The staff all work hard and only one of our social unit is having an issuance with roadwork in their area, causing consequence with parking and accessibility,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her district's numbers up and she is right on with all the information. I see that the last wellness section review mentioned the schism booth seats, which I promise to help her get fixed.

I announce my new plan for the dominion managers schedule. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hours already, which makes me happy. The solely very change is to add the one Saturday a month and take in them strike the following Tuesday instead. No one seems to out of place about it. I am happy with the termination of this district. I thank them and leave the district office.

I tell the chauffeur to head back to the jet, which she heads towards. The effort through the traffic takes us about an hour to get to the jet. The entire clip we are driving, the rain continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limousine by the steps and opens the luggage compartment for us.

I hand her three $ 100 bills for a tip. She tries to decline, and I put them in her hand and fold her hand closed. We take our suitcase up the step and into the planer. She starts the limousine and drives off.

Once again, we sit on the cast together. However, this time, we keep our clothes on.

"pop, we didn't find anyone to bring home base,"Dakota says to me.

"No, we didn't, but why don't you call Missy and have her come over to the house tonight,"I say to her. She wrinkles her cute olfactory organ at me but pulls out her telephone set and dials up the number.

As we accelerate the jet, I feel the burlesque and it seems to be a discriminating angle.

The flight home was uneventful. Dakota slept on my breast almost the entire trip. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limousine. We grabbed our old bag and walked down the steps. Fred took both of our bags and put them into the tree trunk. He closed the room access behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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