The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The Investigation Begins

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 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 book binding and Dakota was all snuggled into me with her precious ass pushed up against my groin.

Once again, my bladder ruled my brain urging me to head to the john. I quietly moved out of the bed and into the bathroom.

After finishing my morning duties, I washed my manus and came out of the lavatory looking at my two lovelies still sleeping. I put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and headed out to the kitchen grabbing my phone off the battery charger on the way out.

Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of juice 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 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 berry pot roared to lifespan making both lady smile.

As we sat there, I asked,"peeress, is it me or has lavatory been looking and acting much more age ?"

Jennifer started,"Are you kidding us, David ? He's been trying so intemperately these past few month to emulate you that how could he NOT look and act more mature. Holy turd, you are old enough to really be his founding father, and for that, I am so grateful. Many clock time, when I hear Dakota call you ‘ Daddy'I think that maybe St. John should be calling you the same matter. You have done more for him in the past few month than his biological founding father ever did,"she says to me with a big grinning on her face.

Sharon adds,"Jeeze Saint David, he dresses like you, he shaves every day even on Sunday, he handles himself in a much more ripen manner, he has shown you and Jill that he is really creditworthy and when times got a bit chilling he buckled down and made sure all of us noblewoman were safe 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 call up a minute as to what day it was, but then remembered it was Sunday. I heard a knock at the front end door. Jennifer got up and went to the door, opening it carefully. A large man with half an unlit cigar in his mouth showed her his FBI recognition. 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 doorway, I opened it wide and invited the gentleman inside. He declined and asked me to maltreat outside, which I did.

I saw several agents buzzing around taking characterization and measure.

"Hello, Mr. Henry Graham Greene. I'm Captain Perez. Washington sent me to deal the investigation of yesterday's shot,"he told me.

"well, maitre d'hotel, it's Jacques Louis David. Mr. Greene is my deceased Father-God,"I tell him.

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI protocol requires me to call you Mr until the typeface is wrapped up,"he explains which was the kickoff time someone had rebuffed my try to be called St. David, which I was fine with since it made sense.

"Well, sea captain. Let me ask, how are all your agents ?"Looking at him, causing me to squint a bit looking towards the morning sun.

I stepped a couple of steps to his incline to avoid looking into the sun. He turned with me and said,"All the agents are okay. The most unplayful one was federal agent Don…um…hold on for a 2nd while I check my distinction. Oh, here it is, Agent Don McHenry. Yes, he's fine. The hospital stitched him up and sent him household late last night,"he tells me.

I summon Sharon over and tell her the news. She kisses me on the brass and runs off to get her headphone. In literally irregular, I see her chatting with someone, whom I assume is 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 while she is smiling her big beautiful smile. I check with the Captain to fix sure it is OK for her to leave, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

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

chieftain Perez begins,"Mr. Greene, I hope you understand that it's cipher personal, but you are a suspect as well,"he tells me in a sincere 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 security measures photographic camera in just a few minutes if you are interested ?"I ask.

"Absolutely,"he tells me.

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

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

"Mr. Greene, do you cause a copy of the former shooting your theater took a mates of calendar week ago as well ?"

"Of course of action, would you like a transcript of that as well ?"I ask him. He nods his head in approval. I wait for yesterday's shooting to be copied to the DVD disk before I callup the other shooting and begin to copy it as well.

I put the beginning DVD into a clear example and hand it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a disk of meat out. Bobby begins to wrap up several steaks into a large patch of tin foil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 ribs into two enceinte man of tinfoil When all the meat is wrapped up, they put the three pieces of wrapped meat into a newspaper bag and hand it to Captain Perez, who tries politely to refuse. They won't hear of it and force him to take the report 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 out of doors to supervise his guy and the investigation.

"Captain, may we discuss individual from the City Police for a duad of proceedings ?"I say as we are walking back towards the front door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are familiar with a City police Lieutenant Horowitz. I mean, I'm not sure if Special federal agent Fernandez made mention of him in his reports or not,"I say to the Captain.

"wellspring, yes there were a couple of notation about him, but what do you want to say about Lt. Vladimir Horowitz ?"He asks.

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

"wellspring, Mr. Greene, it's more than just an investigation, but I believe that he is on the threshold of being indicted,"He tells me putting his finger to his backtalk indicating that I'm not supposed to say anything. I nod my head affirmative to know his petition for me to be understood on the matter.

Once back outside, police chief puts his solid food and the videodisk into his agency fomite. He reaches into his pocket and hands me his card. I see it has the John Edgar Hoover building address on it from DC.

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

"Yes, I am. There are blank space that are fantastic to live, but parts of DC are just as ghetto as some of the more well-known ghettos across the land such as W and South-Central LA. I live in Virginia, but I work in DC,"he tells me.

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

"Which tower ?"

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

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

"Well, it's no longer going to be called the Kraft building. We're renaming it the Eagle. We have renamed all of the towers that we bought after a hiss of some sort,"I tell him.

"Where else did you buy ?"He asks.

"wellspring, here in LA, which we call the mortarboard. One in Tampa, which we call the Flamingo, one in Madison Badger State which we call the Snowy Owl, and one in Toronto that we call the blue Jay,"I tell him.

"That will be nice to convert the names to turn over people the understanding that ownership has changed,"the Captain says.

"We're also looking at one in Atlanta, that if we get it, we will call that one the Falcon and one in Phoenix that we will cry the Richmondena Cardinalis, there's also a potential one in Dallas that we would call the Vulture,"I tell him.

He nods indicating he understands but asks,"I see some of the birds coincide with athletics teams, battle of Atlanta, Toronto, and Phoenix. However, some don't make any mother wit,"he says to me.

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

"Now that makes more gumption. Such as Tampa being the Flamingo or Madison being the Snowy Owl,"he says smiling.

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

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

He hands me the cigar, shakes my helping hand and goes back to check on his agent's progress on the investigation.

I turn and go back inside.

CHAPTER 2

I see King John is now up and eating. I just smile 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 make me a regular breakfast ? I followed whoremaster's lead and took the costa asking for 5 with some potato salad if there is any left.

"Any left, there's maybe 6 or 7 vauntingly bowls of potato salad available,"Bobby William Tell me. He begins to wake up the costa and question to the big kitchen to get another stadium of potato salad.

John isn't saying a word ; he just keeps shoveling the food into his mouth. I see him with a trash of juice, no need to ask what flavor the juice is.

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

"Good cockcrow, my don't we look all spiffy,"I say to her in a comb-out manner.

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

"Dominicus,"I tell her.

Her center get turgid and she says,"Shit. Where are my clothes ? I have a shift at the restaurant at 2,"she says in a much more frantic manner.

"Darling, I believe that your dress are on the floor in the service department side by side to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Friday night,"I say to her smiling the unharmed time. This makes John boo while eating.

miss gets up and caput out to the garage. A few minutes later she came back inside and asked,"Um, how do I get out of the garage. The big doorway 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 put forward the door, pushing the open clit. 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 open the forepart logic gate. She slowly drives her car through the gate and down the route. I close the gate as I see chieftain Perez watching me.

I hit the clitoris to shut the garage room access and walk back inside.

After lavatory finishes, I ask him to nurture all the security department shutters to give up the sunlight into the house. He tosses his plate with the empty-bellied bones into the trash and motility to the prat of the house to get raising the shutters. His earpiece buzzes.

"howdy, this is whoremaster. 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 read up until tomorrow, you will see the fellowship who has taken your job. Otherwise, you have until 3 this afternoon to have your measuring multitude here. Thank you and have a gracious day,"he says without raising his phonation or being tight. I am very gallant of him. He's handling himself with majuscule matureness and demeanor.

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

It dawns on me that I haven't seen any of my renter nor the CG boys since yesterday. I'm jolly indisputable I know where they all are but decide to get up and go check for myself. I walk out to the pocket billiards sign of the zodiac first. I knock and one of the CG boys opens the doorway. I ask if everyone is ok inside, he assures me that both he, his cousin and both twin are fine. I thank him and top dog over to the studio.

I knock on that doorway, but no one answers. I hear voices inside. I quietly open the threshold and gradation inside. There I see Allison with a camera on her shoulders and Belinda sitting upright piano with her dorsum against a bulwark masturbating. She has a dildo that she is using to reach her pinnacle. Suddenly she stops. Allison asks,"What's the affair ? Why did you blockade ?"

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

I offer my Robert William Service to avail Belinda reach that all elusive sexual climax. She nods in blessing. I move over to her and pluck on her legs sliding her body down to be monotonic on the ground. I lay between her wooden leg and begin to work out her womanhood ; I only get a few minutes in before there is a knock at the studio door. I here John announce himself asking if I was in there.

Allison tells him that I am, but I am rather fussy currently, which makes Belinda smile as she begins to writhe her hips to my licking.

"Um, I'm sorry, but Special broker Fernandez is inside in the living elbow room wanting to address to you,"he says through the door. Allison opens the threshold and I invite him inside.

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

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

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

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

"Is there a problem,"Fernandez asks me.

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

I offer him food for thought, which he politely declines. I thank him and he leaves. I stand there looking at the check trying to figure what else to do with this money. I take it down the hall to Jill. I hired hand her the check and smile.

"Nice,"Jill says looking at the check.

I got to thinking about how I had stopped reading Bob's journal. I looked for the one that I had started. I found it in the living room, next to the couch on an end tabular array. I picked the book up and settled into the couch to read some more. One item that I saw which interested me was a street sign ship's company. Bob made a sound tip that most if not all street signboard seem to be cosmopolitan. As he put it in the book,"A intercept augury is just that no matter where it might be posted in the US,"making note that it is potential for a company to bid on DOT contracts and establish and embark to the various locations the signs.

I find a pen in the binder of the book and rope this idea.

I hear a crash in the kitchen. I get up and psyche to the kitchen to see an embarrassed Donna looking at the scale she dropped. Sammy is already getting the broom and dustpanful to clean up the mess.

"Don't trouble about it, missy Donna. We do this all the meter,"Bobby tells her. I say to Donna and Dakota to not move as there is glass everywhere. Both of them pick their feet up and put them on the stave of the chair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When I get there, I see my gorgeous wife already working.

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

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

I turn on my laptop and get prepared for Rob's electronic mail. Once loaded up I read the heading,"risk WILL Lennox Robinson, DANGER,"I smile because I know of Rob's love for old TV show, such as ‘ Lost In Space ’.

I open the e-mail and it reads,"well, as you anticipated, I found various former employees that have not been terminated off the system. Three of the gymnastic horse tracks that you sold have all their employees still alive in our system. I terminated all the employees from the horse tracks. Out of oddity, did you larn any casinos ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own troika casinos. One in Sooner State, one in Florida, and one in Grand Canyon State. The three aggregate of more than 3,000 employees. I have made a list of them but need your direction on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

"casino, really ?"I say out loud causing Jill to stop and wonder what's wrong.

"well, we apparently now own three gambling casino. Oklahoma, Florida, and Grand Canyon State,"I tell her.

"How did we produce 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 masses from the hawk, but I'm not sure where we are on the other group,"I reply.

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

Jill picks up her electric cell phone and dials up Rob.

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

"fountainhead, variety of. I mean the radical that David sent me from the war hawk was a huge assistance, but now finding these four casinos,"he says before I stop him.

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

"Well, they are in three states, but there are four gambling casino. One in Oklahoma, one in Florida, and two in Arizona. One near Tucson and one in Phoenix,"he tells us.

My mind airstream towards Tina and her being in phoenix with her Mother.

Jill thanks Rob for his firmly study and ends the call. I suggest,"Hey, since we will be traveling this week, why don't we stop over in Phoenix to visit Tina and break on this cassino that we own,"I say to Jill. She readily agrees.

CHAPTER 3

I see another electronic mail that involvement me. It's from Roger. It reads,"I heard about the shooting at your nursing home. I guess the motley fool are stunned, shooting up a party that is full of FBI agentive role and their mob. You need to set a plan in space when something like this happens, whether you are at the home or not. You may not be the target as you have three ladies who are significant. The bad guys may think that your failing is through them,"he writes.

I reply that I agree with his belief that they may point the three significant ladies, but I joke ‘ guessing they haven't met Dakota yet ’.

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

I check the email bit and see that there are 311 emails. I round up the ones that are duplicates and delete them before I begin to say the 1 labeled ‘ read-only ’. My task is to say and delete them, getting my email box empty. It takes about two hours to read all the email.

"Hey, Hun, what do you think about getting bathroom a truck of his alternative ? I think that he is getting frustrated with riding in Diane's car all the sentence. I was thinking of maybe a Ford Madox Ford Expedition. I don't want him to suffer a pick-me-up as everyone he knows will always ask him to help 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 figurer. About an hour later Jill exclaims,"There, my email box is now empty !"She says with a gloating in her voice.

It is just over a half hour before my email inbox is also discharge. We both close our laptop and brain downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a modest shard of glass all the way out into the dining room. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our starting time aid kit offer to train care of this for me. She squirts it with hydrogen peroxide, drying it with a piece of cotton wool wipe and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ Hello Kitty'Band-Aid. This garners several tinker's dam and comments from the group. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ Hello kitty-cat'Band-Aid.

As usual, Dakota did a fine 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 adjudicate to gather everyone that is inside the house currently.

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

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

"fountainhead, I've spoken with Roger though electronic mail and we have concluded that we need some plans put in piazza regarding this menage and a state of lockdown. get-go, let me start with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a seat on the floor, no topic where they are. The closest ones to any windows will poke the buttons to drop the security measures shutters. Those who have a carry permit will retrieve their firearm, attaching it to their hip until the whole outcome is over,"I tell everyone. I see virtually all the chemical group nodding their heads up and down indicating yes, they understood.

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

No one has anything to say.

"Alright, fourth dimension 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 hand to suffice the interrogative sentence,"Um, You and Jill are in guardianship. We are all to get on the storey. If you happen to be by a windowpane, then it is your province to drop the security shutters,"she says.

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

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

Again, Paula raises her manus,"If you three are not here, then St. John is in tutelage,"she tells every one of us.

What does write in code 69 mean ?"I ask.

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

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

I see Paula wanting to heighten her hired hand, but she keeps it down. Finally, Donna answer,"Then either Paula, Sharon, Jennifer, or I are in charge,"she tells everyone.

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

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

"Use your adept sagaciousness,"I tell everyone.

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

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

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a whang on the front end threshold. Again, Jennifer opens it to see Captain Perez arrant with his half a cigar that he is chewing on.

"I'm here to separate Mr. Henry Graham Greene something,"he tells Jennifer.

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

"I just wanted you to roll in the hay that the US Attorney has cleared you of being a defendant and she Thanks you for the two videodisc helping our investigating,"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 unanimous time.

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

He goes back outdoor and begins wrapping up the chemical group of FBI federal agent, sending them abode or back to the office. Once they are all gone, the courtyard looks nice with no agents buzzing around it.

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

There is a knock at the nominal head threshold again. I open it to see the guy from the Ice truck.

"Um, sir I have to account that there is a couple of yap in the slope of our truck,"he tells me.

I step outside and walk over to the motortruck. He points to not one but two trap. I notice that there is a third gob 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 people who repair our limo for Black person Car and Happy, Happee Limo call for concern of the truck.

"I'll keep the key fruit then, to get the truck repaired,"I tell them. We shake men and off he goes in a waiting fomite that is in the street outside the front gate.

I head inside and ask John the Divine and Marcus to fetch up emptying the ice truck into the many coolers that still line the exterior of the house by the two kitty. I direct him to get the dolly from the garage which he does to carry all the purse through the family and out to the poolside area. The CG Guy see what is going on and link up in to help,

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

John does note,"David, you remember we have those big freezers in the big kitchen and the third kitchen. Maybe we should fulfil them first to sustain and use the ice instead of putting them in the cooler and losing the ice."

"lav, that's a great estimation ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the coolers outside. In fact, maybe devote a couple of bags to the twins in the pool house. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes John to smile even though he knows that the CG boys are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and John the Divine begin loading the dolly with bags of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need more than one dolly, so I text Dakota to Holy Order a twosome Sir Thomas More dollies, the type that the beverage vendors use. They fold out to carry much more than just the fixture standup dolly. She texts back her usual ‘ K ’.

I decide to guide out to the ice motortruck to see just how many cup of tea of ice still remained in the spinal column. As I peered around the doors, I see maybe 200-300 old bag still stacked up. I shook my fountainhead knowing that all of this won't fit in the two freezers, but maybe whoremonger or Marcus can stack them to take a majority.

As I come back around the back of the motortruck, a car sits at the gate honking its horn. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the gate's electronic panel, poke the appropriate clitoris and the gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a kiss. I poke the necessity buttons to close the gate and reckon that maybe we need to give the gate company come and put different four-digit computer code into the electronics so bank mass, 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 house to open a garage room access. Ronda pulls her car into the garage, parking right where girl 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 cause Chateau calls, some for work, some for play maybe she needs a well one as well.

Once I get into the garage, I poke the buttons, the garage room access finale behind her. I open her driver's door to help her step out. She puts her arms around me and kisses me passionately.

When we break from our osculation I ask,"I'm guessing you're not here for body of work then,"I say smiling.

"fountainhead, actually I'm here for both work and play if that's alright with you,"she says smiling back at me.

"Then let's get the workplace 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 grin plastered on my face.

Ronda goes over to each of them and kisses them and asks,"Is there any more of that delicious coffee I smell ? I haven't had any coffee since I left the infirmary early this good morning,"she tells us. Sammy begins to pour her a cup asking if she needs pick or simoleons.

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

Ronda has her umber in one hand and takes my hand to lead me to my own bedroom. I hear the ladies joke saying,"Guess she needed some cream for her deep brown,"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 work,"

She stops and turns around saying,"Oh, you company pooper. I'll go cover my study then you're mine,"she says with a curious fiddling smile.

Ronda goes back to the kitchen, where she had set her doctor bag down. She asked for Jill first. She put the rake pressure cuff on her, listened to her heartbeat, and asked several motion before declaring that Jill was moving along just alright with her pregnancy.

After Jill, she moved on to Diane. Once again, she put on the blood air pressure cuff, listened to her respiration, but since Diane was farther along than Jill, she also listened to her belly before she declared that everything appears to be amercement with Diane.

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

Ronda started the Saami way, blood press handlock, listening to her heartbeat and breathing, and asking several questions. It took several More minutes before Ronda told us that she would like Dakota to get some line of descent mental test run, the sooner 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 miss in taking her antepartum vitamins. Jacques Louis David, she needs to take them regularly they don't assistant her seance in the bottleful,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a moment and ask,"Does she have to take them with food or can she just take them anytime ?"

"If she takes them in the morning, on an void breadbasket is best or maybe even with a small glass of water. If they are making her sick to her stomach then remove them at bedtime with a lowly collation,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a import before I tell Bobby and Sammy,"Gentlemen before Dakota gets one drop of coffee, she must take her prenatal vitamin. This is of import to me bozo,"I say to them. Both chefs acknowledge what I have told them and agree.

Dakota result,"That's just mean Daddy. No chocolate without me taking my vitamins, mean value, just plain mean,"causing everyone around us to giggle. Bobby and Sammy are quite the gentleman and don't say a word.

Once Ronda is done with her doctorly duties, she puts her equipment back into her medico bag, zips it closed and takes me by the hand once again taking a huge gulp of her coffee, emptying the cup. This makes for another of the ladies at the dining way mesa to quip once again,"hypothesis she doesn't want the emollient for her deep brown, maybe she just likes the taste of his cream,"causing more giggles, however, now it turns to laughter.

Ronda pulls me down the hallway to my bedroom.

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

"Saint David, do you call up telling me that we would make a terrific infant together ?"She asks.

"Of course, I do."

"Were you serious or were you just saying something courteous to me ?"She asks with a serious looking on her face.

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

"Well, sorting of. I see significant women every day and, in my brain, I hear the tick-tock of my baby making days going by truehearted 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-God of my fry. You are smart, you are freehanded, you make good decisions, you mentor John telling me that you would be a wonderful parent. Why can't I shake this intuitive feeling about you ?"She says with her optic welling up.

I reach out and overstretch her into me for a firm but a ennoble hug. We just sit together in each other's arms for quite a while.

"Darling, I love you as well. However, there is someone in this equation that you need to get permission from. I would love to make a infant with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's permission. There are lots of affair that I don't need her permit for, including us performing, but to create a child, that is something entirely unlike,"I say to her as I'm hugging her.

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

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

I continue on,"Darling, I am more than willing to create a nestling with you. You are many things that most men would want. You're beautiful, you're a intimate dynamo, you are hurt, you are hardworking, you have a fondness inside you, and your still reasonably young."The last comment gets me a poke in the costa from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably young ?"She asks.

"Well, you aren't in your early 1920s, but you're not as old as Mom either,"which gets me another poke from Ronda.

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

"Ronda, I do love 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 admit. In my head, I think that I can just raise our small fry as a 1 parent and if you participate then it only welfare our minor, if you choose to not participate then I've lost cipher since I'm acting as a single parent,"she tells me before raising up to kiss me passionately.

"favorite, you won't have to enhance our child alone. Hell, move into the Chateau with us and betray your home. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be former significant women here as well. In fact, the whole Chateau will be overrun with nipper by adjacent Halloween,"I tell her. This makes her smile.

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

"Yes, I would love for you to propel in here. As for the shootings, well, the FBI is all over it. In accession, I'm putting a duo Thomas More security things in post,"I tell her trying to ready her feel dependable about coming here.

"Is that all you have to ask me ? If I want to ingest a infant with you ?"

"Yeah, now I got to go humiliate myself with Jill begging for you to make a baby with me,"she says in a defeated tone.

"dearest, this isn't let's make Ronda feeling bad. Hades, I'll go with you if you would like. I just want her OK before I create another nipper,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be rightfield ; I do feel something kin to the chemistry between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a firm post in my heart 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 play 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, Daddy that really was a quickie,"causing the madam 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 tabular array, which makes me nervous.

Jill begins,"David, are you uncoerced to earn a baby with Ronda ?"

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

"Darling, if you're willing, I'm alright with it. Plus, she could move in here with all of us since we now have lost a couple of the great unwashed, like Kim and Kay,"she says.

As I am standing there, Mom and Fred come walking hand in bridge player around the corner.

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

"No Mom, nothing like that, although maybe we should put him on confinement and remove away his toy dog,"Jill replies giggling as she says this to Mom. This again causes some laughter from the lady sitting at the dining room table.

"Then what is it ?"

"Dr. Ronda wants to have a babe with David,"she says.

"THAT'S ALL ? hell on earth, who here doesn't want to have a sister 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 plain ole sex and I'm pretty for sure my David will take full reward of trying to create the infant every hazard he gets,"Jill says giggling some more.

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

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

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

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

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

Although I was disappointed a few minutes ago, now I was hard as a rock-and-roll and chose to skip pleasing her orally and propel right into fucking her, or as she put it, making dear to her.

I slide my hips between her thighs lining up my manhood with her opening. I gently push just a pocket-sized bit of my cock into her wetness. She moans as I begin to enrol her. I feel the wetness her woman is creating around my cock.

Slowly and gently, I keep pushing my stopcock into her pussy. It doesn't choose very long before I'm fully inside of her. We begin our thrust in unison. She whispers in my ear,"I will have it off you forever,"barely audible.

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

We match each other's thrusting before I hear her reach her first extremum,"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 eyes roll back in her head.

"DARLING, HERE I CUM, LET'S MAKE THAT BABY,"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 pass 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 ma'am,"Dakota says with her hand stretched out waiting for money.

"handle on a bit, now you ladies are betting on me ? What am I a horse cavalry, 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 hired man, she closes it and giggles. She comes over to me and dab me on the brain like an owner pats their favorite dog."Nice boy, you made mommy some money,"smiling as she said that.

Something in my top dog made me mean about tomorrow being Monday. I ask everyone to channelise back to the TV room once again. I see a distich of eye rolls, but everyone heads back there.

I put some boxers on and my common White River tee shirt and head to the TV room as well, dragging Dr. Ronda behind me.

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

I stand at the doorway to the room,"Tomorrow is Mon. I would care for everyone to go to their jobs as usual. We won't be deterred from our convention modus operandi. Those who are here, need to check the security camera from clip to fourth dimension. Tomorrow I'm going to approach the City Council to see if they will sell me the road that leads to our house, maybe they'll just be happy that there is one less road that they will have to maintain and let me get it for a sane price,"I tell everyone.

John and Marcus come into the TV room all sweaty. They have completed their chore and the ice truck is now discharge. Dakota begins dialing up for a hand truck size tow hand truck to come in to blame up the ice truck and hire it over to the place that all the limo get fixed.

It dawns on me that if the bullets didn't come out the early side, then maybe chieftain Perez would need to send his forensics squad out to fish out the slugs.

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

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

"maitre d', this is Jacques Louis David Greene. It occurs to me that the ice motortruck in my court might have two or three heater in it. There are three heater mess, so if they didn't come out the other position, your forensics squad may be able to retrieve them,"I say to him.

"I'll send them right over. They should be there in about an hour or LE,"he tells me.

"We'll be for sure to face for them,"I say.

We end the call.

"What's that noise ?"I ask.

John Lackland reply,"That's the measuring squad for the windows, apparently they listened when I told them to be here before 3. Now they are measuring every window,"he says smiling.

"Nice body of work, John,"I say to him.

"Daddy, are we dismissed ?"Dakota asks.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed,"

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

"Remember, take your prenatal vitamins or no java,"I say to her smiling. She playfully slaps me on the berm 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 make tonight taco-night. I told him it was okay. He said that he and Sammy have differing meat flavouring and would wish everyone to try each one and give them a preference.

In my head, it sounded like fun.

"Hey guy, do we have all the fixings in the sign of the zodiac, or do we need to make a grocery storehouse run ?"I ask.

"We have everything including hard-shell and soft taco case,"Sammy tells me.

I was thinking that this could be a fun night."Be certain to denote to everyone that tonight is taco night. Oh, and I hope I don't have to tell you that Saint John will probably eat a dozen or more tacos,"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 Nox and there will be a competition that everyone needs to participate in. I see everyone's eyes brighten up, including my newest lover/baby maker Dr. Ronda.

"conjecture I'll have to love the spicy food before I'm pregnant,"Ronda says to me.

Mom does ask Bobby if the spiciness can be toned down a bit for her as her belly doesn't take to spicy food all that well. Bobby tells her that they have already figured that and will make a small break pan of meat with virtually no flavoring which made her smile.

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

The CG boy are dating porn Twins. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want babies from me. Diane is pregnant with john's baby and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are wonderful fair sex who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio apartment business. BJ and Danni are wonderful sexually charged women that are both beautiful as well as being wise. young woman will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to play with. Belinda seems to be working gruelling with Allison as well. Aurora has fit in well here and her cleansing service has taken the load off Amy to run the house. The two chefs are risible in addition to being wonderful cooks. John, well he is my protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the passage from being a kid in Diane's crew that just always said ‘ fuck'to a mature Thomas Young man that accepts responsibility and has a much more ripen behavior.

Amy has really begun to boom in the role of keeper of the house. Getting the cleansing service was perfect. Now she can focus on just running the family and not being a striver to it.

And then there is Mom. She's beautiful, she's sexually a dynamo. Clearly, she and Fred have found some variety of felicity. Mom guides me when I find myself in a unmanageable situation. I am very glad to consume brought her to the West slide and helped her sell her stodgy star sign in the Hamptons, for which she got the highest 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 family relationship going on with Mom. He remains the stoic valet de chambre always looking out for the home's safe. His two nephews have been terrific guarding the rook mind-set. Now that they are dating the porn twins, I'm sure that their awareness of security will amp up when need be.

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

Thinking about Tina made me think that we will fell in on Tina and check on her on the way back from our East Coast/Tampa trip.

I checked with Dakota to piddle sure everything was set up with the jet for an other morning Tuesday loss. We discussed going to DC first, then down to Atlanta to see this building that Jennifer is trying to make a spate on, and then on to Tampa. On the tax return, we will hold on unannounced in Phoenix to take a feel in on our Tina.

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

Thinking about our three meaning peeress, Diane is the first off due in mid to late May. Dakota is next to be due in tardy June. Jill due after the fourth part of July and now, if I get Dr. Ronda meaning before Yuletide, she'll be looking at an August or Labor Day due escort. I laughed at my own joke ; she goes into Labor on Labor Day.

CHAPTER 5

As dinner party metre approached, Bobby and Sammy gathered us all to come to the dining room table. No one was surprised that St. John the Apostle had his ass in a chair before anyone else. Although when Diane walked up to the board, Gospel According to John jumped up and pulled out a electric chair for her.

I pulled out three electric chair. One for Jill, one for Dakota, and one for Dr. Ronda. whoremaster just sat there smiling being thankful that he only has one madam pregnant.

Bobby and Sammy announced that dinner was served. He made it authorise that the ladies 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 in to taco Lord's Day. 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 charge per unit of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded kale, diced tomatoes, sour emollient, cheddar cheese and Monterey Jack cheeses all shredded, both refreshful and pickled cayenne pepper, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, various hot sauces, a red-pepper based mole and a sweet tangy sauce.

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

Diane took a small amount of both dower of marrow and made two similar tacos, both with the flour tortilla. She put meat, lettuce, diced tomato, and shredded Cheddar cheese. She also took a spoon of the mango-lime salsa, which she said tasted like nothing that she has ever had. That made both chefs smile as did me.

Jill and Dakota must accept taken eating classes from lav. They both took 4 crunchy taco shells each. Two shells for each gist. They put the center in the shells then covered it with the fix that they wanted.

privy, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the porn Gemini the Twins, the CG son, and Allison might be. Saint John and I both got up and went outside. toilet went to the similitude's doorway telling the four of them that it was Taco night and that their comportment was being missed at the dinner board.

I headed over to the studio. Again, I knocked and once again no answer. I opened the door quietly to see Allison on the social movement end of the camera with Belinda holding the 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 is served and your presence or want of it is detectable. It's Taco Dominicus and the chefs would like you to enter in their little contest about who's seasoning is better,"I tell them smiling. This makes Allison get up and Belinda put the camera down on the lounge. They both walk with me back to the independent 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 match is holding the hand of their cooperator. I just smile as I walk by them.

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

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

The feeding and socializing go on for a yoke of hr. The CG boys regale us with fib of some of their amazing adventures working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the evening telling us about being aboard the ‘ Big Stick ’. All in all, it was a delicious sentence. A time that we all needed to let the stress of the late consequence just go by.

As the dinner began to roll down, I asked Dr. Ronda to bide the night, but she said she had to get back domicile as she has a few patients in the hospital that she needs to visit before heading to the office in the morning. Before she leaves, she does make mention that moving in here would economize her about a half an hour of push fourth dimension as it is so often closer to the hospital that she works out of.

"Just one of the matter in the life of a doctor,"she tells me. I kiss her and walk her out to her car. I poke the release to open the garage threshold and the forepart gate. I watch her movement 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 suffer a baby by you ?"She asks in a serious tone.

"Of course of action, I am. We discussed it before she ever came to ask you. She was all nervous that you would produce her beg or stymy her somehow,"I tell Jill.

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

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

"Seriously, you don't feel 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 times. Until she told me, I never knew that one of Dakota's secrets was to have a child 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.

"fountainhead, you do. It's almost as if you are trying to ‘ cause love'to her each time you two get together. If I wasn't your married woman, I would probably be jealous,"Jill says to me.

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

"You realize that I'm still a woman, 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 arms around me and osculate me. We hold the kiss for various minutes before we break and head back inside.

When we get back inside, we hear all the strident laughter from the group. Apparently, someone challenged John that he couldn't eat another 12 tacos, fully loaded. He was currently eating telephone number 7 and didn't smell 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 number 7 and Menachem Begin at figure 8. In my psyche, I was sure that this was Dakota's doing, but a few instant later I find out that it is Jennifer who put this all together. Imagine that, his own mother betting against her son. If anyone had insider info about John's eating habits, it would be Jennifer.

toilet finished number 8, then 9, then 10. At telephone number 11, John showed a John Roy Major slow down. He struggled through the taco. He just stared at taco number 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a distich of pickled jalapenos underneath all the fixings. She let the succus from the jalapeno trickle all over the centre before adding the fixings.

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

However, with the enigma item in the wetback, lav swallowed the bite and yelled,"holy place fuck ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the fridge and poured himself a big glass of Milk River, sat back low and took another immense bite. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big deglutition of Milk River. On the final examination bit, he dangled the bite over his mouth before shoving it in. The girls all laughed as Jennifer had to hand over the money collected to John.

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

Bobby and Sammy both laughed out loud asking lav if he wanted any More wetback. This drew laugh from everyone. All in all, John Lackland had made over $ 100 from that piffling bet. His Mother said it was the sound money spent on John in a yearn while.

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner table. Mom went over to the short pan that the chefs had waiting for her with little to no spice. She took a spoon and kissed each one on the boldness telling them the marrow was perfect. Fred let her stool a plate before he made one for himself. He took 4 heavy wetback shield filling two each with each center. He really didn't take much of the fixings. He took some lettuce, some diced tomato plant, and some shredded cheddar cheese cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the mesa to vote for the heart and soul. Pan one, the yellow pan. Pan two the blue pan. As I went around the board it seemed to go back and forth xanthous, blue, chicken, gloomy, blue sky, yellowness and on and on.

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

As the dark went on, mass began heading to bed since tomorrow was a workday. Jill and I were one of the death ones to leave the table with Dakota following us to our bed. I stripped down, Jill did the same, as did Dakota. We all snuggled up together and drifted off to kip.

I opened my eye checking that I had put my sound on the 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 animation changed thing for the better.

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