The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got dressed quickly for the ‘ origination date ’. Neither one of the participant knew ahead of meter that they had already met their dinner escort. That was my own little jocularity, at least it was funny in my mind. When I told Jill about it, I got a Brobdingnagian eyeroll and a tremble of her head.

As common, Dakota had everything set up. The limo arrived at the sodding time, make out with Fred driving. Jill whispered in my ear that she felt better having Fred be our Chauffeur. I, of course, just agreed with her.

I stayed conservative in my dress. I wore a abruptly sleeved collared shirt and a pair of courteous jean. Jill wore a denim annulus and a cute blouse, that I wanted to hold off her as it highlighted her beautiful conformation.

We went to Heidi Longmire's home first. I decided to do that for safety reason. If they don't hit it off or she feels uncomfortable then he wouldn't know where she lived. Since she is an broker for the FBI, she had access to entropy 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 strawman door. It was a Nice sportsmanlike household. The curtilage was mowed, and she had a cute slight flowerbed against the front veneer of the family. One thing I did notice was that she had no large trees. She had a couple of President Bush but no large trees.

I rang the doorbell and heard her call,"handgrip on, I'm coming,"she said. Of course of study, in my nous, the prank of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the straw man of my pudden-head psyche. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the door and the bolt before she opened the door.

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

She took a couple of bit to lock away the front room access 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 paseo to the limo. Fred has the door open and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in first then me. Since I wasn't certainly if Heidi knew my wife or not, I did introductions.

"Jill, this is factor Heidi Longmire, but this night she is just Heidi Longmire,"I say causing Jill to again give me an eye roll. However, it did get a giggle from Heidi. I thought to myself, ahh a new audience for my ridiculous jokes.

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

Fred shuts the door 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 cagey, but she is a professional interrogator, so I must catch my step.

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

"Well, he has two oculus, one nose, and a dyad of lip,"I tell her as I see Jill's optic axial rotation again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might accept seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two eyes you say ? That must make him extra. Any other feature of speech you care to contribution ?"She asks obviously playing along.

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

"Hell, this is fun. I haven't even met the guy and already its better than my lowest two date,"Heidi says. This causes Jill to now leap into the conversation.

"Heidi, tell me, how hard is it for someone like yourself, a Federal federal agent to find mortal to possess a kinship with ?"Jill asks.

"well, it's tough. You start off just like every early encounter. You try to sidestep telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extreme or the other. Either they want to narrate you their police force connection, or for some reason, they hate the Law Enforcement agency that you work for. Then you must keep an eye out that you're not being followed from the power to your household or your vicinity,"Heidi tells us.

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

"Sure, you can if your pillock. You never know when you will run into someone that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can secernate you that they will always spot you before you spot them. It does seduce thing difficult, that's probably why so many agentive role date and marry early factor,"she tells us.

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

"Absolutely. Unless you have a close group of citizenry that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way matter are going these Day, it only gets more difficult, which is why I chose to gamble on you asking me out. You are high profile and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at least I'll get a meal paid for. The last day of the month I ended up paying for the repast because his soon to be ex-wife had canceled all his credit entry cards and emptied their depository financial institution account. It kind of puts a damper on what should give birth been a nice even,"she says.

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

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

I let her ring the Vanessa Stephen. We hear"Hold on, I'll be right there,"and some footsteps coming to the figurehead door.

Patrick opens the room access. There is a stunned quiet from both the great unwashed. They both look at me as if I've just grown two heads.

"Patrick, I would like to introduce you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would like to introduce you to Patrick Meyers"I say smiling.

I guess to play along, Patrick reaches his hand out and shakes Heidi's hand.

"C'mon hombre, let's have a nice Night. No talking about what has happened, tonight you aren't an FBI broker, got it ?"I ask her. She shakes her head yes. Patrick still looks confused.

"OK, guy here's the plenty. I had intended to introduce you two before the all thing with dayspring happened. There was no way to avoid you guys merging, 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 know that we'll hit it off ?"Saint Patrick asks.

"Actually, I don't. It's a suspicion. You both work insane hours, you both have a well disposition, and you both seem to get along with me, which isn't as well-fixed as I think it is, or at least my wife tells me so every once in a while,"I say to them smiling.

They look at each other, shrug their shoulder joint and proceeded to channelise to the limo. Patrick must stop and go back to the front room access to lock the top bolt ignition lock.

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

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

"wellspring, obviously she cares about menage surety St. David,"Patrick says to me.

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

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

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

Patrick says,"Jill, it's overnice 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 joke ?"Patrick asks Jill.

"Well, I form of rich person to since I married the dumbass,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Patrick to laugh.

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

When we arrived at Longhorn's steakhouse, Patrick's oculus lit up.

"Hot red cent, I love this seat. I haven't been quite a spell, but their food is wonderful. Heidi, what do you suppose of this post ?"He asks all smiling and wide-cut of Energy, which made me exhale just a bit. Now if we can get Heidi to jest around a bit then maybe the evening will go well.

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

"tinker's damn David, you work as much as we do,"Patrick says to me.

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

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

I apologize for the textbook message. Both St. Patrick and Heidi understood.

The stewardess tells us that there's about a one-half hr wait for a board for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there happen to be four seats together at the bar. Patrick and I pull the can out for the gentlewoman then we take the outside two can. The barmaid, a long-haired brunette with thin eyebrows and jet eye ask what we want for swallow and do we desire an appetiser while we wait.

Saint Patrick ask Heidi,"Do you have a preference for a potable ?"

"How about just a Nice glass of vino. Maybe a Cabernet ?"she says to him.

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

Saint Patrick orders a Cabernet for Heidi and a dark beer for himself. I order a merlot for Jill and a snow for myself.

"You don't drink ?"Saint Patrick asks me.

"No, not really,"I tell him.

"Anyone want to rules of order an appetizer ?"I ask.

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

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

"No, not really. I grew up a bit due north of here in San Francisco. When I graduated high gear school, I went to San Diego province University and then Law School. I applied to the office in my last class of law shoal and was accepted,"she tells us.

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

"Yep, I grew up in a modest town called San Marini. We lived in a pocket-size plate on Vega street. I screwed around in heights school and graduated with a C+ average. I really had no intentions of going to college. I took care of all the cleanup in the house since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodworking, cabinetry mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an method of accounting firm. Since I did all the cleaning at our home, it was an easy saltation to starting my own stage business, cleaning other masses's habitation,"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 affair the early day, I was considering trying to expound the line of work towards Beverly Hills. You got me thinking about potential drop client I'm leaving on the table since your rest home is the only one that my troupe takes care of,"Patrick says to us.

I see Heidi select 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.

"fountainhead, I don't regret not going to college. Yet, all those company that you see on TV, I would birth liked to take care 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 sights set on where I wanted to be and thus, I kept my pry to the playscript. I don't think I was even invited to a college party, let alone go to one,"she says after another long sip of her wine.

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

"Nope. Jill is a devil dog and I spent most of my adult life working in the eating place business organisation,"I tell them.

"fountainhead, if she's military and you're a restaurant guy, how did you two meet ? Did she arrive into your restaurant and it was sleep with at first sight ?"He says to me.

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

"I took a job learning to be a chauffeur at Happy, Happee limousine and Jill was my trainer. Although I was dating someone else when we first met, it didn't study 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 picayune coaster buzzes telling us that our table is quick. We get up and head up back to the hostess stand. I hired man her the buzzing thing and she takes the four of us to a Nice table towards the back of the restaurant's main floor.

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

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

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine-coloured. I society up another glass for the ma'am, another beer for Patrick and another Coke for myself. I also Order an appetizer for the tabular array. It 's my usual cheesy stuffed mushrooms, I tell our Edgar Albert Guest that it's one of the things that I love about longhorn. The waitress smiles at the appetizer parliamentary procedure and heads off.

Jill sees some form of Salmon River salad at the table next to us and decides to monastic order it. Heidi looks over at the same table and decides to order it as well. Of track, Patrick and I are going to order steaks. I figure you don't go to a steakhouse and not parliamentary law steaks, just seems wrong.

When the waitress comes back with our appetizer order, she offers to carry our dinner party order. She asks first if the bill will be separate or all together.

"Ma'am, the bill will be all together, and I will take it,"I tell her devising certain that Patrick or Heidi don't try to pay for the meal.

St. Patrick, being a gentleman, orders Heidi's dinner then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak steak with a baked murphy fully loaded, a house salad with ranch dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of baked spud soup which she says they make a rattling version of that soup.

Jill likes the thought of a cup of soup as well. I order her salmon salad along with a cup of the sunbaked Solanum tuberosum soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak, mass medium rare, baked potato fully loaded and a salad with K islands dressing and duplicate tomatoes and no onions. We were all smiling when the waitress left the mesa with our order.

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

"Jill, would you like to say the story, or have me do it ?"I ask her smiling.

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

"Saint Patrick and Heidi, on our second nighttime working together, one of the former driver's was in a atrocious dealings chance event. We had longtime clients arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the closest limo to go peck up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the individual jet area of the airport. We didn't have the proper car to clean them up and didn't have adequate clip to get to the office and barter cars, so we just went to the aerodrome. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up next to their jet and I jumped out and put their luggage into the trunk. I stood by the back door 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 discipline fomite for them and made the determination to give them the service for liberal. Jill asked if we needed to barricade 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 move up in the world, he's got a stead for mortal like me,"I tell them.

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

"waiting a moment, 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 eternal sleep is history,"I tell them,

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

"Yep, sure was. I spoke to the lady that I was dating, her name was Tina. I knew that we weren't going anywhere in our family relationship. We just broke it off. The very Night we broke it off, Jill was in an automobile chance event. She tried to call our boss, who didn't answer. She tried to scream a confining friend, who also didn't answer. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at urban center Hospital. I raced across town to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what examination room she was in. I ran through the hallways and burst into the exam room. There was the most beautiful, and pathetic looking woman I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the story. Of line, Jill was playfully shaking her question no through half the story.

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

"wellspring, they had her hopped up on pretty severe pain medication, what was it again devout, Morphine ?"I asked.

She just nodded her school principal 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 St. Patrick and Heidi.

Our food arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

As we begin to eat our dinner, Saint Patrick asks,"St. David and Jill, how do you like being in charge of a transnational ship's company 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 proficient head for phone number. David pirated her away from a Mercedes dealership because they weren't treating her right. Here she was selling David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to collapse her mention for selling one. She went on the test private road with Saint David and he made her a job pass. She didn't accept until she was for certain that they were going to screw her over and not present her the full commission,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to comment on our Job at Jaxson Inc. a person tapped me on the articulatio humeri from behind me. I turned to see miss, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one Nox a couple of workweek ago who stayed at the house for three days.

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

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

"Missy, 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.

"St. David, I got a new cell telephone set. Let me give you my new phone number, so when you have another political party at your house, you can remember to invite me,"she says smiling. In my head, that wasn't too bad of a instruction that I would have to explain.

She writes her earpiece number down on a guest check, kisses me on the brass and heads off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the whole time.

"Um, Saint David, do random women just issue forth up to you and give you their earphone number and a kiss before trying to tempt themselves to one of your parties ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill answers,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever ideate. He gets women pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a sway headliner and we just live in his world,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a finical facial expression and then just sort of accept that answer.

I decide to try and specialise the answer down to restrain Heidi from getting too suspicious.

"Heidi, girl got invited to a political party we had several workweek ago by a friend of a friend thing. She had a great clock time. We had several ace guys and I think she may have collected just about every single guy's phone figure at the party. She sent me a menu a calendar week or so later telling me it was one of the best parties she had been to in a hanker, long time,"I tell Heidi.

"The biography of a CEO,"Patrick says.

I see that we are finishing up with our dinner party. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the empty plates off the mesa, I ask to see a dessert menu. Patrick's eyes light up, but the ladies seemed rather full.

I know that no affair how full Jill is, she's a sucker for the caramelized sugar apple stampede. Patrick asks Heidi if she would like to dissever their drinking chocolate stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

I place the sweet order for Jill and I and Patrick purchase order for Heidi and him.

I decided to ask the queer question,"So, have either of you been married before ?"which gets me a playful slap on the shoulder from Jill.

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

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

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

"Nope, no exes. I too dated a cleaning woman for a spell and now we aren't geological dating because I spend too much metre trying to take care of my customer,"he tells Heidi.

The waitress comes back to the board with our dessert. I see Jill's eye light up seeing the caramel brown Malus pumila afters. As Jill and I get to share the sweet, I notice that Heidi and Saint Patrick have basically forgotten about Jill and me and part 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 minuscule soupcon of caramel off her lips.

After about 15 minutes or so, the waitress delivers me the check. I put my deferred payment card on the top of the lilliputian book, and she takes the entirely thing. Jill and I just sit there watching Patrick and Heidi be well-disposed but very close to being adumbrate. In my head, I hit it out of the park on this one.

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

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

"Well, again we have district handler in the restaurant group that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a total of thirty hours when they know that we expect them to work 45. I've reviewed all the voltage promotes just in slip I end up cleaning the theatre,"I tell Jill.

"Do you expect to stay overnight, or will you generate tomorrow nighttime ?"Jill asks.

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

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

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

"No worries bozo, that's what this was all about. For you two to match under slack up portion and maybe, just maybe you two would hit it off,"I say to them.

"Of row, if you marry and have lots of babies, then I get all the cite,"I say to them laughing. Once again Jill gives me the big eyeroll and a poke in the ribs. Patrick and Heidi laugh as well, although neither one says anything to my comment about marriage and babies.

We all four get up from the tabular array and capitulum out. When Fred sees us coming out of the eatery, he brings the limo over to the front door. He stops the car, opens the stake door and we all get in. At this level, the vino has taken ahold of the women as they are giggling and laughing.

"Are we through for the nighttime or would you laugh at like a Nice trip down to the beach or along Sunset Strip ?"I ask.

"David, while this has been one of the upright nights that I've had in quite a long time, I do own work in the good morning. So, unfortunately, I must shout it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to make St. Patrick nursing home first then we will drop off Heidi. I see them call for their phones out and exchange telephone numbers racket. Jill looks at me and smile, my stupid plan worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limo heads towards Saint Patrick's situation. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm whispering in my ear to let her walk him to the front door.

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his front room access and they kiss. Not one of those I'm going to fuck your brains out kiss, but a nice adult end of the eve first date kiss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

Heidi walks pensively down the paseo to the limo, where Fred has the door open waiting for her.

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

"Thank you, David, this has been a fantastic eve. I think that Patrick and I are going to try and maybe meet for a late coffee tree or a dessert one night this week,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. I am so very happy that my stupid plan worked and two mass who work their ass off may now feature a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his poor fish ego. If you and Patrick become unspoilt admirer or netherworld lovers, then David will have a story about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned,"she says laughing the totally fourth dimension she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently glad my little programme worked.

When we got to Heidi's house, Fred holds the door unfastened for Heidi. I get another kiss on the buttock as she's getting out of the limo. Jill and I watch her manner of walking to her front door where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the room access and gets in the driver's fundament to take us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the necessary clitoris to afford the gate, He stops the car by the front man door and lets Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the courtyard and chief back towards the limo retort for the car. I figure that Fred has about one More hour of work. He'll return the limousine, get in his Mustang and beat back it over here and park it in the service department with everyone else's vehicle.

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

"Of course of study, I know you're just teasing me. That's what married couples do my favorite,"I say to her.

I see Dakota sitting in another of my Elwyn Brooks White tee shirts. I lean over her, kiss her on the impudence and tell her that I figure we should go forth about 11 or so to channelize to the airdrome. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is ready. I kiss her again and distinguish her good Night. Jill and I head down the hallway to our sleeping accommodation.

I pull my packsack out to demand with me just in case. I also put a couplet of shorts and a tee shirt in the backpack.

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

CHAPTER 3

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

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

I was form of excited as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the bedroom to the kitchen. Most of the morning group are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit surprised as John only seems to be eating a trough of cereal.

As each of the dame'oral sex toward their fomite, the kitchen thins out. Dakota pours me a methamphetamine hydrochloride of pineapple succus 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 weather in Seattle will be showery. I remind Dakota to be for certain to make for her cute raincoat and her skid proof shoes. She tells me that she already has them next to her overnight bag at the front door. She gets up and saunters over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her precious ass on my lap causing me to commence to get hard. She feels me and wiggles her ass a minuscule more.

In my head, I figure since the flight time is a couple of minute, her and I will probably bet a bit in the jet.

As Saint John finishes his cereal grass, he gathers his own back pack and heads towards his motortruck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking Saint John the Apostle to slow down as she wants to get a cup of coffee to take with her. He just laughs and says he'll wait in the hand truck for her cute ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how much bathroom has matured over the past times few calendar month and I think that he needs a new project to process on, however, I'm not sure what the appropriate undertaking might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID verification project. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the towboat that we bought back to in force circumstance. Paula is working on keeping the three limousine companies running smoothly. Donna has the margin call middle firing on all piston chamber. BJ is helping Jill on their descent conversion project. Danni is handling the front reception field just ticket now that she is getting a lunch break. Tina and her Mom in Phoenix are feeding me proficient intel on the two buildings that we have bought down there. And, of course, Dakota is being the adept assistant possible. Amy is running the house and keeping things in check. The two chefs are making everyone happy with their top-quality cooking. The porn similitude and the CG boy are doing a overnice job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a ogre, trying to keep things going in the porn diligence. Belinda is now seeing person in the manufacture and that is alright 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 head that he could be doing something more.

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

I looked at my mobile phone and saw that I missed a text substance from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a wonderful eventide and said that she and Patrick have a coffee berry appointment in a brace of nighttime. 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 sleeping accommodation, my darling Dakota was coming out of hers. Mom also came out of her chamber, but not with Fred.

"Mom, where's Fred ?"

"He's getting a limo to take you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to plunk me up a muffuletta from that fantastic Italian eating place,"she tells me.

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

Dakota told me that the limo was expected to be here in about 15 instant or so. I sat down on the couch in the support room to just consider about lavatory and delay for the limousine. When I saw it pull up, I still had not figured out what to do with John. I called for Dakota ; she came bounding out of her bedroom towards me.

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limo. Once again, Fred stood with the plunk for door subject. I tossed our bags into the torso and got into the back. 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 rectify next to me. Since she was in her usual place, succeeding to me, I felt her hand on my stopcock almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get strong with her manus stroking me. In just minute, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably dull traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and fish out my now difficult cock. Her sassing and sass surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the barb and caput of my manhood. I gently put my mitt on the rear of her head. She swallowed me as she has done many times before. I just laid my header back on the hindquarters as she bobbed her caput up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her body up to be sideways on the limo seat. I gently pulled her trunks aside to scupper her moist pussy. Inserting two digit into her, I could sense her mouth tighten around my putz swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two finger inside of her cunt, I used my thumb to rub slight circles on her clitoris. This made her moan on my cock. I thrust it as deep into her rima oris as I could get. She swallowed my humanness as far as she could take it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her throat. She kept bobbing her head up and down. As I kept pushing my fingers into her twat with foolhardy abandon, she began moaning more and more on my manhood. I felt her getting wetter and wetter. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a third, then a one-quarter finger inside of her and thrust in and out repeatedly. My hand was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her first peak,"OH GAWD DADDY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I'M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU,"she says to me as I feel her pussy splashing my hand and wrist.

She swallows my cock once again, but not until I feel her yummy pussy cramp around my handwriting again. As her consistence does this, I feel my own organic structure approaching its orgasmic apex,"GAWD damn DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a congius of my man juice into her accepting mouth. I pull my hand from her pussycat and lick the tasty orgasmic juices off it.

She just smiles at me and snuggles her head into my chest as the limo living moving towards the airdrome. Soon, Fred puts the privacy sectionalization down a couple of inches to let us have it off that we are only about two second away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two min pass, Fred pulls the limousine up next to the jet and gets out, opening the automobile trunk first. I take both travelling bag and put four $ 100 billhook into his shirt pocket, even though he tries to politely decline the tip. I thank him for his hard work and prompt him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

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

The hatchway doorway closes and the copilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her cute little underdrawers 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 pussy going up and down on my manhood as we went down the runway was quite the amazing feeling.

It didn't take Dakota long before I felt her hit her first orgasmic peak. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronco. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the couch thrusting my peter as late into her as I could get. I put her pocket-sized ankle joint over my shoulders essentially bending her in half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her puss spatter my shaft and glob over and over again.

Her eyes were rolling into her head as I was thrusting hard into her."OH dad, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME flavour SO WONDERFUL WHEN YOU'RE oceanic abyss inside OF ME. exact 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 daytime, but what we are both feeling right now is about the most amazing that I've felt in a brace of workweek, including my metre 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 of drawers. I begin kissing her and she responds. I stretch out on the couch and she lays on top of me, just wrapping her arms around me and pulling herself tightly into my body. We exchange our ‘ I love you'and just lay all entangled on the sofa.

"Dakota, I'm at a loss. I don't know what projection to open john. He is doing well, but he seems to postulate something to do,"I tell her.

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

"Huh ?"I say.

"John Lackland has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to anticipate what you need. Let him treat you. I will be available to him, via phone at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your supporter for a whole week. This will give us a just 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 resolution. 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 entire week. Who knows, I may even show up at the Hawk just to hire advantage of my Daddy in his berth, one never knows how my mind works,"she says to me before we again kiss each other passionately.

I feel her delightful picayune hand shedding my trouser once again. She sheds all her clothes this time and spins around putting her tasty pussy over my waiting rima oris. I begin to work and suck her pussy swallowing every fall of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, swallows my gruelling cock.

As I'm thrashing and sucking her pussycat, I move deeper and start lacing 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 organic structure. I sit up and rend her around to face away from me. I spread her ass cheeks and thrust my manhood into her anal caries. She moans as we begin to force 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 observe thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just groan and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her humble lithe body onto my tool over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my genitalia with her kitty-cat juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a piece. The pilot comes onto the speaker and lets us know that we are just a few minutes from landing. I hear the landing gear lock into space. Dakota and I uncouple and begin to clean ourselves off with the towels that we have in the overhead cabinet towards the back of the plane.

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

"Of course, pop, 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 downward angle as we approach the track. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her weapon around me as the wheels touch the paving material of the runway.

"pappa, maybe we can find somebody to toy with for the ride home,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a good idea, but I probably could hold dialed up missy to strike the trip 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, as the weatherman predicted, it is raining.

Once we are parked, the copilot opens the hachure and extends the stairs down to the terra firma. I grab both of our bags and follow my darling Dakota down the whole tone to the limo. The driver takes the pocketbook puts them in the bole as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I hand the driver the starting time district office that I want to confab. She thanks me for having an address ready and she heads towards the district office.

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 threshold to the district situation. Dakota and I get out of the limo, each with our rain attire on, plus she has her cunning non-slick rain kick on making her feel cute.

We walk to the front room access of the dominion office. I open the door and let Dakota step inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she choose a arse. I begin to walk through the room, without anyone even saying a Book to me. When I get to the back of the way, I ask a gracious looking madam if there is anyone that I could speak to. She asks me what it would be about.

"wellspring, 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, someone, to speak to. She gets up and headway towards a couplet of guys chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

"hi, may I facilitate you ?"the valet asks.

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

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

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

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

"Read the all card,"I tell him.

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

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

"Oh, yeah, dreary. We don't get many visitant here,"he tells me.

"Can you put together all the district coach that are here into one conference way please,"I say.

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

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

"Now, if you would please gather all the district coach in a group discussion room,"I tell him.

He decides to shout out it across the room,"Everyone, all the dominion managers are to head into a conference room right now delight,"I hear whispers of ‘ what's going on'? and ‘ Who's this guy ?'

When I see everyone in the conference room, I ask the Sami 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 turning point with her assistant 's notebook out.

"Hello, I'm Saint David Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. The very company that owns this company. Energy Department everyone here understand who I am ?"I ask.

I get pretty much unison in a irrefutable head nod.

"Well, at least I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the important topic. We are a restaurant mathematical 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 good for them.

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

secretiveness in the room.

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

Again, silence.

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

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your secretiveness, that you don't disagree with my math. 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 hour for luncheon. You are not allowed to leave at 4:30 pm and call that last hour your lunch. I also, expect each of you to lick one Saturday a month. In position of the Sabbatum, you will get Tuesday off. ma'am and gentlemen, we will work for a living and we will be available to your general manager. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 hours a workweek, then you might want to slide by this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

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

"Because we haven't been doing our Job that well,"a young man from down the tabular array says to me.

"Please explain,"I say to him.

"We have been leaving betimes and coming in late. You've hit it on the heading that we are a company that should be working when our client are playing,"the young man says to me.

"I'm sorry, I don't love your name,"I say to him.

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

"Mr. John Paul Jones, what are the numbers for your district ?"I ask, wondering if he really knows his territory or if he's just trying to shine me on.

"fountainhead, my dominion sales are flat to last twelvemonth, however, we have two restaurants that are in a United States Department of State of upheaval as they are short staffed with at least two key management people missing. We also have one of those restaurants, in a roadwork expanse. The urban center of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the work will last until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be longer than that as they didn't even get started until three weeks ago. Also, we have two restaurants, that are severely understaffed, and I have put an ad in the newsprint and on the local anesthetic job board sites. We need at least a dozen line of business cooks and host in those two eating place,"he tells me. I'm really impressed with this guy. He knows where his district's numbers are and is volition to talk openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Jones'district numbers.

"Mr. Mother Jones, I also see that your guest check average is the highest in the mart. Your managers have more tenure than anyone else in the marketplace. You came through the scheme starting as a line of descent James Cook and are now a territorial dominion manager, being the General handler of the yr last year. You are well liked by your managers and they tell me in the quarterly resume that when you step into the eating place, you will jump in where needed to help the staff,"I say to him, in social movement of the other district managers.

Once again, there is quiet. I point to someone else and ask the same inquiry,"What are your dominion's numeral ?"

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

"And what is your figure ?"I ask.

"doyen McMillian,"he tells me.

I look him up on the organisation and he's second base from the bottom in virtually every class that we measure.

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

"Does anyone else have any information about their districts ?"I ask the way.

No one says a word.

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

Two bent of winder are tossed into the middle of the table and two guy cable stand up and begin 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 toss their keys into the plaza of the table,"I say. However, I see another two bozo 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 cast away me out the door in 90 days,"he says as he tosses his keys into the center of the table and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just keeps on stepping out the front man door.

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The room is silent.

"Ok, then where would I find Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Theodore Samuel Williams ?"I ask. Mr. Jones excuses himself and take the air out into the main way of the district spot. 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 Bernard Arthur Owen Williams, and Donna Mayfield,"he says to me.

"Ladies, there have been three porta in our territory for three new hand hopefully hard-working dominion coach. Are all three of you willing to have on the job of being a district manager ?"I ask.

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

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

They look at each early and nod their heads yes.

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

"You will work 45 hours a calendar week, at a minimum. You should have a go at it your numbers at any time of the day or dark. You should deliver your managers being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a director tree in my back yard, so it is up to you to keep your restaurant fully stocked with handler,"I tell them.

"Oh, and one more thing, don't be afraid to jump in when you go to one of your restaurants and they are shortstop staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unannounced sojourn from time to time. I expect that your eatery will be running well, no thing if I'm there visiting or not. get hold of maintenance of your staff and your customers and things will get sound,"I tell them before I thank them for their time and leave.

Dakota is smiling. She knows that there will b more mass let go before all is better.

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limo, I hand the chauffeur another slip of paper. This one is an address for a territory business office outside of the city of Seattle, in a town called Kirkland. It is a suburb of Seattle. The trip from the showtime district situation to the one in Kirkland takes about half an hour. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her waterproof and non-skid pelting boots.

When we get there, a nice young lady, about college age stops me at the front threshold and ask whom I'm here to see. I hand her my business card. She gets up and heads over to a gentleman at a desk only a couplet of rows back from her. She hands him my business board. He gets up and adjusts his attire 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 annunciation. Is it possible to get all the district director in a conference room ?"I ask.

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

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

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

No one speaks.

I point to a Loretta Young lady and ask her name and her numbers for her district.

"My epithet is Centaurium calycosum Gonzalez. I've been a district manager for just over a class, however, I've been working here for about 6 years now. My dominion is doing OK. We are having great guest bank check average. Our manager have been in place for at least one year or yearner. We are fully staffed at the restaurants, however, a couplet of the eatery need some strong-arm repair, such as booth seats and flooring in a yoke of office. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to arrive at it more convenient to the carryout orders as we are all over the place. The staffs all work hard and only one of our units is having an issue with roadwork in their country, causing takings with parking and accessibility,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her territorial dominion's routine up and she is the right way on with all the information. I see that the concluding health department review mentioned the split booth seats, which I promise to facilitate her get fixed.

I announce my new architectural plan for the territorial dominion managing director docket. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hours already, which makes me well-chosen. The just really change is to add the one Sat a calendar month and feature them ingest the following Tues instead. No one seems to out of stead about it. I am felicitous with the resolution of this district. I thank them and leave the district office.

I tell the chauffeur to head up back to the jet, which she heads towards. The driving force through the traffic takes us about an hour to get to the jet. The intact clip we are driving, the rain continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limo by the footfall and opens the body for us.

I hand her three $ 100 bills for a tip. She tries to reject, and I put them in her hand and fold her script closed. We take our bags up the step and into the plane. She starts the limo and drives off.

Once again, we sit on the couch together. However, this metre, we keep our dress on.

"Daddy, we didn't find anyone to bring dwelling house,"Dakota says to me.

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

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

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

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