The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The Investigation Begins

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

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

After finishing my dayspring obligation, I washed my hands and came out of the toilet looking at my two cover girl still sleeping. I put on a pair of short circuit and a tee shirt and headed out to the kitchen grabbing my phone off the courser on the way out.

Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of succus and just sat at the kitchen tabular array seeing Bobby and Sammy still putting things away from yesterday's political 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 electrical switch and the coffee tree pot roared to life making both ladies smile.

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

Jennifer started,"Are you kidding us, David ? He's been trying so backbreaking these past few months to emulate you that how could he NOT see and act more mature. sanctum crap, you are old enough to really be his father, and for that, I am so grateful. Many times, when I hear Dakota call you ‘ Daddy'I think that maybe John should be calling you the like thing. You have done more for him in the past tense few months than his biological Father ever did,"she says to me with a big grin on her fount.

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

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

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

When I reached the nominal head door, I opened it wide and invited the valet de chambre inside. He declined and asked me to pace outside, which I did.

I saw several agent buzzing around taking video and measurements.

"Hello, Mr. Greene. I'm sea captain Perez. President Washington sent me to handle the investigation of yesterday's shooting,"he told me.

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

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI communications protocol requires me to squall you Mister until the lawsuit is wrapped up,"he explains which was the first time somebody had rebuffed my attempts to be called David, which I was o.k. with since it made sense.

"fountainhead, senior pilot. Let me ask, how are all your agent ?"Looking at him, causing me to squint a bit looking towards the morning sun.

I stepped a couple of steps to his side to avoid looking into the sun. He turned with me and said,"All the federal agent are fine. The most serious one was Agent Don…um…hold on for a second while I check my promissory note. Oh, here it is, federal agent Don McHenry. Yes, he's fine. The hospital stitched him up and sent him home late hold up night,"he tells me.

I summon Sharon over and secernate her the news. She kisses me on the cheek and runs off to get her phone. In literally seconds, I see her chatting with soul, whom I assume is Agent Don. I see her grin. She puts her telephone set down and comes back to me telling me she is heading over to his theater to ‘ take aid of him'all the while she is smiling her big beautiful grin. I check with the skipper to make sure it is OK for her to leave, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

She quickly heads off to change wearing apparel and go see federal agent Don.

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

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

"How can you do that ?"

"I can shit you a DVD of all of our certificate cameras 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 measure setup in the kitchen. He looks at the security frame-up and nods his head in approval.

"Captain just hold me a span of min and I'll have that DVD for you,"I tell him.

"Mr. Greene, do you cause a copy of the other shooting your planetary house took a distich of workweek ago as well ?"

"Of row, would you like a copy of that as well ?"I ask him. He nods his straits in approval. I wait for yesterday's shooting to be copied to the DVD disc before I callup the other shooting and set about to copy it as well.

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

I see Bobby and Sammy with a record of centre out. Bobby begins to enwrap up several steaks into a great piece of tinfoil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 rib into two turgid while of tinfoil When all the meat is wrapped up, they put the three objet d'art of wind meat into a composition bag and hand it to Captain Perez, who tries politely to decline. They won't hear of it and pressure him to take the paper bag.

I just grin.

I ask him if he would like a cup of coffee, he declines to say that he needs to get back outside to oversee his guys and the investigation.

"Captain, may we discourse someone from the city police force for a duad of minutes ?"I say as we are walking back towards the front man door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are familiar with a City Police Lieutenant Vladimir Horowitz. I mean, I'm not sure if special agent Fernandez made mention of him in his account or not,"I say to the Captain.

"well, yes there were a duo of annotation about him, but what do you want to say about Lt. Horowitz ?"He asks.

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

"Well, Mr. Graham Greene, it's more than just an investigation, but I believe that he is on the verge of being indicted,"He tells me putting his finger's breadth to his lips indicating that I'm not supposed to say anything. I nod my head word optimistic to acknowledge his petition for me to be silent on the matter.

Once back outside, Captain puts his food and the DVD into his agency vehicle. He reaches into his sack and hands me his carte du jour. I see it has the J. Edgar Hoover building address on it from DC.

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

"Yes, I am. There are post that are wonderful to live, but division of DC are just as ghetto as some of the more well-known ghettos across the country such as James Watt and South-Central LA. I live in Virginia, but I work in DC,"he tells me.

"fountainhead, I'm probably going to be stopping in DC sometime later this week. My company 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 ship's company,"I tell him.

"Oh, I hope you're going to clean that building up. It was built a little to a lesser extent than ten long time ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is lots of money spent ensuring that buildings stay plum and not bad in appearance, but not the kraft building. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking concern 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 paper edifice. We're renaming it the Eagle. We have renamed all of the tug that we bought after a razz of some form,"I tell him.

"Where else did you buy ?"He asks.

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

"That will be decent to change the names to give people the understanding that ownership has changed,"the headwaiter says.

"We're also looking at one in capital of Georgia, that if we get it, we will address that one the Falcon and one in genus Phoenix that we will holler the Cardinal, there's also a voltage one in Dallas that we would foretell the Vulture,"I tell him.

He nods indicating he understands but asks,"I see some of the birds coincide with sport squad, capital of Georgia, Toronto, and Phoenix. However, some don't make any sense,"he says to me.

"None of them are designed to be named after the athletics dealership. They are named after hoot that are indigenous to the urban center,"I tell him.

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

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

"Why, yes. My first base wife made me give them up. She hated the olfactory property of them so instead of constantly arguing with her, I just drop by the wayside them."I tell him.

He hands me the cigar, handshake my manus and goes back to agree on his agent's progress on the investigation.

I turn and go back inside.

CHAPTER 2

I see John is now up and eating. I just smile and giggle to myself. Bobby comes over to me and postulate how many steaks or costa would I like to eat, or would I prefer them to make me a regular breakfast ? I followed bathroom's atomic number 82 and took the rib asking for 5 with some Solanum tuberosum salad if there is any left.

"Any left, there's maybe 6 or 7 declamatory pipe bowl of Solanum tuberosum salad usable,"Bobby tells me. He begins to wake up the rib and heads to the big kitchen to get another bowl of potato salad.

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

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

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

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

"Sun,"I tell her.

Her eyes get prominent and she says,"Shit. Where are my clothes ? I have a shift at the eating place at 2,"she says in a much more frantic manner.

"darling, I believe that your clothes are on the floor in the garage next to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Fri night,"I say to her smiling the whole clip. This makes John snort while eating.

young lady gets up and principal 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 door seems to be locked,"she says. I get up and follow her out to the garage. I undo the carabiner from the track and raise the door, pushing the open button. 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 receive. As she is focusing on me, she almost runs over an FBI agentive role. I poke the button and spread the front gate. She slowly drives her car through the gate and down the road. I close the gate as I see police chief Perez watching me.

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

After John finishes, I ask him to heighten all the protection shutters to leave the sunlight into the house. He tosses his plate with the empty bones into the trumpery and moves to the rump of the theatre to set about raising the shutters. His phone buzzes.

"howdy, this is John. No, you promised me that your measuring guy wire would be here today, not tomorrow. So, here's the plan. If you are determined to not indicate up until tomorrow, you will see the company who has taken your job. Otherwise, you have until 3 this good afternoon to experience your measuring people here. Thank you and have a nice day,"he says without raising his spokesperson or being cruddy. I am very majestic of him. He's handling himself with great maturity and demeanor.

Dakota and Donna come scuffling into the kitchen, where Sammy pokes the button 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 tenants nor the CG boys since yesterday. I'm pretty sure I know where they all are but decide to get up and go check for myself. I walk out to the syndicate house first. I knock and one of the CG boys opens the threshold. I ask if everyone is ok inside, he assures me that both he, his cousin and both Twin Falls are fine. I thank him and head teacher over to the studio.

I knock on that door, but no one answers. I hear voice inside. I quietly open the door and pace inside. There I see Allison with a camera on her shoulders and Belinda sitting just with her back against a wall masturbating. She has a dildo that she is using to reach her pinnacle. Suddenly she stops. Allison asks,"What's the issue ? Why did you finish ?"

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

I offer my serve to help Belinda reach that all elusive orgasm. She nods in approval. I move over to her and pull on her branch sliding her consistency down to be monotone on the ground. I lay between her legs and begin to lick her womanhood ; I only get a few bit in before there is a belt at the studio room access. I here John announce himself asking if I was in there.

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

"Um, I'm sorry, but Special Agent Fernandez is inside in the support room wanting to speak to you,"he says through the room access. Allison opens the doorway and I invite him inside.

"can, maybe you could finish what I have started since Special agentive role Fernandez's timing is rather pitiable,"I say getting up from between Belinda's legs and wipe my side off with a towel I see on the retort. I head out pulling the room access closed behind me and head inside. Once I was inside the home, 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 give you this from the US Attorney,"he says to me as he hands me the envelope.

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

"Is there a problem,"Fernandez asks me.

"No, no problem. You keep bringing me unexpected 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 Granville Stanley 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 diaries. I looked for the one that I had started. I found it in the living way, next to the lounge on an end table. I picked the book up and settled into the couch to read some more. One detail that I saw which interested me was a street sign company. Bob made a good point that near if not all street signs seem to be universal joint. As he put it in the book,"A stop foretoken is just that no matter where it might be posted in the US,"making line that it is possible for a ship's company to bid on DOT contract and make and send to the respective placement the signs.

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

I hear a crash in the kitchen. I get up and head to the kitchen to see an blockade Donna looking at the photographic plate she dropped. Sammy is already getting the broom and dustpan to clean up the mess.

"Don't concern about it, Miss Donna. We do this all the clip,"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 spoke of the chair.

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

As St. John works his way around the lower floor of the sign of the zodiac, 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 toilet 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 and her pregnancy.

"No. He's listening and following directions. He's starting to forestall, which is upright,"she says to me.

Amy now arrives, with both Donna and Dakota telling her that there is chalk on the kitchen floor. 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 min, Sammy has the entire floor vacuumed and he wraps up the corduroy and hands it back to Amy.

I put the diary from Bob into a draftsman in the kitchen and head to my berth 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 time of day or so ago. Rob sent us an e-mail that you need to read,"she tells me, making me a bit nervous.

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

I open the email and it reads,"Well, as you anticipated, I found various former employees that have not been terminated off the system. Three of the horse tracks that you sold have all their employees still fighting in our system. I terminated all the employees from the buck cut. Out of curiosity, did you acquire any cassino ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own ternary casinos. One in Oklahoma, one in Sunshine State, and one in Arizona. The three totality of Sir Thomas More than 3,000 employees. I have made a list of them but need your focusing on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

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

"fountainhead, we apparently now own three casinos. Oklahoma, Sunshine State, and genus Arizona,"I tell her.

"How did we take on them ?"Jill asks.

"I have no earthly melodic theme. 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 mass from the Hawk, but I'm not sure where we are on the other radical,"I reply.

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

Jill picks up her cell phone and dials up Rob.

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

"Well, kind of. I mean the group that Jacques Louis David sent me from the Hawk was a huge help, but now finding these four cassino,"he says before I stop him.

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

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

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

Jill thanks Rob for his grueling oeuvre and ends the shout. I suggest,"Hey, since we will be traveling this hebdomad, why don't we stop over in Phoenix to visit Tina and check up on on this casino that we own,"I say to Jill. She readily agrees.

CHAPTER 3

I see another email that interests me. It's from Roger. It reads,"I heard about the shooting at your home. I guess the soft touch are stupid, shooting up a party that is full of FBI agent and their families. You need to set a plan in place when something like this happens, whether you are at the house or not. You may not be the objective as you have three madam who are pregnant. The bad guys may cogitate that your weakness is through them,"he writes.

I reply that I agree with his belief that they may point the three significant Lady, but I joke ‘ guess 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 berm and go back to reading emails.

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

"Hey, Hun, what do you call up about getting John a truck of his choice ? I think that he is getting frustrated with riding in Diane's car all the clock time. I was thinking of maybe a John Ford Expedition. I don't want him to feature a pickup arm as everyone he knows will always ask him to help them move their stuff,"I tell her.

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

"No,"I say to her.

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

It is just over a one-half hour before my email inbox is also empty. We both closelipped our laptops and nous downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a humble fragment of methamphetamine all the way out into the dining room. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our get-go aid kit offering to take care of this for me. She squirts it with atomic number 1 peroxide, drying it with a spell of cotton wipe and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ hi pussycat'Band-Aid. This garners various hoots and comments from the group. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ hi Kitty'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 resolve to conglomerate everyone that is inside the house currently.

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

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

"well, I've spoken with Roger though email and we have concluded that we need some plans put in post regarding this menage and a state of lockdown. First, let me start with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a prat on the flooring, no matter where they are. The stuffy ones to any window will poke the push button to drop the security shutters. Those who have a carry license will retrieve their firearm, attaching it to their hip until the whole issue is over,"I tell everyone. I see virtually all the group nodding their heads up and down indicating yes, they understood.

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

No one has anything to say.

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

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

Paula raises her hand to resolve the question,"Um, You and Jill are in kick. We are all to get on the storey. If you happen to be by a window, then it is your responsibility to send packing the protection shutters,"she says.

"THAT'S right field !"I say glad to take heed that at least one person is listening.

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

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

What does code 69 mean ?"I ask.

Once again, Paula with the result,"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 lavatory, Dakota, Jill and I are not here but there is an incident outside ?"I ask.

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

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

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

"Use your full judgment,"I tell everyone.

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

privy, Donna, Diane, Marcus, Amy, young woman, Danni, and Aurora. I do the mental maths in my head, ‘ this should spend the $ 250K and maybe even a bit more ’.

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a bash on the front room access. Again, Jennifer opens it to see Captain Perez perfect with his half a cigar that he is chewing on.

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

I come to the doorway,"howdy police captain,"I say to him.

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

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

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

He goes back outside and begins wrapping up the mathematical group of FBI broker, sending them home or back to the office. Once they are all gone, the court looks squeamish with no agent 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 bash at the front threshold again. I open it to find the guy from the Ice truck.

"Um, sir I have to report that there is a couple of gob in the incline of our motortruck,"he tells me.

I step outside and walk over to the truck. He points to not one but two holes. I notice that there is a third base kettle of fish that he had not seen. I tell him that I'll have my insurance take in concern of it, truth be known, I'll have the people who repair our limos for Black Car and Happy, Happee Limo take care of the truck.

"I'll retain the keys then, to get the truck repaired,"I tell them. We shake hands and off he goes in a waiting fomite that is in the street outside the nominal head gate.

I head inside and ask John and Marcus to finish emptying the ice motortruck into the many cooler that still stock the outside of the menage by the two pools. I direct him to get the dolly from the garage which he does to carry all the udder through the home and out to the poolside area. The CG guys see what is going on and conjoin in to help,

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

John the Evangelist does note,"Saint David, you remember we have those big deep freezer in the big kitchen and the third kitchen. Maybe we should fill up them first to restrain and use the ice instead of putting them in the ice chest and losing the ice."

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

Marcus and John start loading the dolly with bags of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need more than one dolly, so I text Dakota to order of magnitude a couplet more than dollies, the type that the beverage vender use. They fold out to bear much more than just the regular standup dolly. She texts back her usual ‘ K ’.

I decide to head out to the ice truck to see just how many bags of ice still remained in the rachis. As I peered around the doors, I see maybe 200-300 purse still stacked up. I shook my head knowing that all of this won't fit in the two deep-freeze, but maybe John or Marcus can stack them to subscribe a majority.

As I come back around the back of the truck, a car sits at the gate honking its trump. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the gate's electronic jury, poke the appropriate button and the logic gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a kiss. I poke the necessity button to close the logic gate and think that maybe we need to have the gate company add up and put different four-digit codes into the electronics so intrust people, such as Dr. Ronda don't need me or anyone to let her in the gate.

Ronda parks her car, but I tell her that I would rather she park in the garage. I head inside the sign to open a service department door. Ronda pulls her car into the service department, parking right where missy had her car parked.

It dawned on me that maybe I need to buy Ronda a new car as well. Her car isn't all that old, but it does sustain some gas mileage on it and as she seems to pass water Chateau call option, some for workplace, some for maneuver maybe she needs a better one as well.

Once I get into the service department, I poke the buttons, the garage door conclusion behind her. I open her driver's door to help her footstep out. She puts her arms around me and kisses me passionately.

When we break from our buss I ask,"I'm guesswork you're not here for study then,"I say smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ronda has her coffee tree in one hand and takes my bridge player to head me to my own bedchamber. I hear the ladies joke saying,"speculation she needed some pick for her coffee,"causing all of them to giggle again.

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

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

Ronda goes back to the kitchen, where she had set her medico bag down. She asked for Jill first. She put the blood insistence turnup on her, listened to her flash, and asked several questions before declaring that Jill was moving along just fine with her pregnancy.

After Jill, she moved on to Diane. Once again, she put on the rakehell pressure manacle, listened to her external respiration, but since Diane was farther along than Jill, she also listened to her belly before she declared that everything appears to be all right with Diane.

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

Ronda started the Saami way, profligate pressure handcuff, listening to her beat and breathing, and asking several dubiousness. It took several more minutes before Ronda told us that she would care Dakota to get some blood 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 prenatal vitamins. Jacques Louis David, she needs to guide them regularly they don't assistant her seance in the bottle,"Ronda tells me.

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

"If she takes them in the sunrise, on an empty stomach is best or maybe even with a small glass of body of water. If they are making her sick to her stomach then learn them at bedtime with a lowly bite,"Ronda tells me.

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

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

Once Ronda is done with her doctorly duties, she puts her equipment back into her doctor bag, zips it closed and takes me by the hand once again taking a Brobdingnagian gulp of her coffee, emptying the cup. This makes for another of the ma'am at the dining room tabular array to quip once again,"speculation she doesn't want the ointment for her coffee tree, maybe she just likes the appreciation of his cream,"causing Sir Thomas 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 rear to the wall. I am expecting one of her delightful blowjobs, but quite to my surprisal, she sits on the bed facing me with all her clothes on.

"David, do you remember telling me that we would make a fantastic baby together ?"She asks.

"Of course, I do."

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

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

"Well, sorting of. I see pregnant women every day and, in my head, I hear the tick-tock of my baby making years going by faster and faster. I know you have two children on the way already with Jill and Dakota. But I just can't get you out of my foreland. You are everything that I want in the father of my child. You are fresh, you are openhanded, you make just decisions, you mentor john telling me that you would be a wonderful parent. Why can't I shake this smell about you ?"She says with her center welling up.

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

"ducky, I love you as well. However, there is person in this equality that you need to get permission from. I would love to take a leak a baby with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's license. There are lots of things that I don't need her permission for, including us playing, but to create a small fry, 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 front of her by asking, I wanted to secure 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 former, more like fan than play partners,"I say to her.

I continue on,"Darling, I am more than willing to create a child with you. You are many things that virtually men would want. You're beautiful, you're a sexual dynamo, you are hurt, you are hardworking, you have a heart inside you, and your still reasonably young."The last gossip gets me a jab in the rib from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably Thomas Young ?"She asks.

"well, you aren't in your early twenty dollar bill, but you're not as old as Mom either,"which gets me another laggard 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.

"Sir Thomas More than I care to allow in. In my head, I think that I can just raise our small fry as a single parent and if you participate then it only benefit our youngster, if you choose to not participate then I've lost null since I'm acting as a single parent,"she tells me before raising up to buss me passionately.

"deary, you won't have to raise our tiddler alone. Hell, move into the Chateau with us and sell your rest home. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be other meaning womanhood here as well. In fact, the whole Chateau will be overrun with children by following Hallowe'en,"I tell her. This makes her smile.

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

"Yes, I would do it for you to make a motion in here. As for the shootings, well, the FBI is all over it. In addition, I'm putting a couple more security things in shoes,"I tell her trying to make her feel rubber about coming here.

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

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

"dear, this isn't let's make Ronda spirit bad. Hell, I'll go with you if you would like. I just want her OK before I create another tyke,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be redress ; I do sense something akin to the chemistry between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a solid situation 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 yoke of the gentlewoman checking their imaginary sentry saying,"WOW, Daddy that really was a quick fix,"causing the ladies to burst out with giggles and some laughter.

CHAPTER 4

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

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

Jill begins,"St. David, are you willing to build a baby with Ronda ?"

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

"Darling, if you're bequeath, I'm alright with it. Plus, she could move in here with all of us since we now have lost a brace of hoi polloi, like Kim and Kay,"she says.

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

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

"No Mom, nada like that, although maybe we should put him on restriction and take away his miniature,"Jill replies giggling as she says this to Mom. This again causes some laughter from the ladies sitting at the dining way table.

"Then what is it ?"

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

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

Mom continues,"I only hope the babe is made the old-fashioned way and not this new-fangled test-tube mode,"Mom quips.

"No, no test-tube. Just plain ole sex and I'm pretty trusted my David will take full advantage of trying to create the sister every chance he gets,"Jill says giggling some more.

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

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

"Saint David, make passion to me,"Ronda says in a romantic tone.

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

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

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

I slide my pelvis between her thighs lining up my manhood with her possibility. I gently push just a minor bit of my cock into her wetness. She moans as I begin to accede her. I feel the wetness her womanhood is creating around my cock.

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

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

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

As I'm thrusting into her, out of the niche 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 shuffle ME CUM SO darn HARD,"as her eyes roll back in her head.

"favorite, HERE I CUM, LET'S MAKE THAT sister,"I say to her as I shoot all I have into her wait and accepting womanhood.

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

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

"Hold on a 2nd, now you ma'am are betting on me ? What am I a horse, this ain't no Bluegrass State Derby,"I say astonished that now I'm being bet upon. Of course, it's all Dakota's doing.

I see money being put into Dakota's hand, she closes it and giggles. She comes over to me and dab me on the head like an proprietor pats their front-runner dog."Nice boy, you made momma some money,"smiling as she said that.

Something in my psyche made me call up about tomorrow being Monday. I ask everyone to point back to the TV elbow room once again. I see a distich of eye axial motion, but everyone heads back there.

I put some short circuit on and my usual Edward D. White tee shirt and head to the TV room as well, dragging Dr. Ronda behind me.

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

I stand at the doorway to the elbow room,"Tomorrow is Monday. I would care for everyone to go to their jobs as usual. We won't be deterred from our normal routines. Those who are here, need to tick off the security camera from time to time. Tomorrow I'm going to approach the City Council to see if they will betray me the road that leads to our house, maybe they'll just be glad that there is one less road that they will get to keep and let me deliver it for a reasonable price,"I tell everyone.

John and Marcus come into the TV room all sweaty. They have completed their job and the ice motortruck is now vacuous. Dakota begins dialing up for a truck size tow hand truck to follow to pick up the ice hand truck and choose it over to the place that all the limousine get fixed.

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

After I say my speech about not changing tomorrow's pattern obligation, I dial up Captain Perez.

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

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

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

"We'll be certainly to search for them,"I say.

We end the call.

"What's that randomness ?"I ask.

trick replies,"That's the measurement team 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 work, bathroom,"I say to him.

"pop, 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, direct your prenatal vitamins or no coffee,"I say to her grin. She playfully slaps me on the berm before kissing me and walking away swinging her cute ass at me.

Bobby comes around the nook and asks me if it was OK to constitute this night taco-night. I told him it was fine. He said that he and Sammy have differing meat seasonings and would like everyone to try each one and hold them a preference.

In my header, it sounded like fun.

"Hey bozo, do we have all the fixings in the home, or do we need to hold a grocery store run ?"I ask.

"We have everything including hard-shell and flabby wetback shield,"Sammy tells me.

I was thinking that this could be a fun night."Be surely to announce to everyone that tonight is greaser Night. Oh, and I hope I don't have to order you that King John will probably eat a dozen or more taco,"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 greaser Sunday nighttime and there will be a contest that everyone needs to participate in. I see everyone's eyes brighten up, including my young lover/baby maker Dr. Ronda.

"guessing I'll have to enjoy the spicy food before I'm fraught,"Ronda says to me.

Mom does ask Bobby if the spice can be toned down a bit for her as her belly doesn't take to spicy nutrient all that well. Bobby tells her that they have already figured that and will cook a low reprint pan of meat with virtually no seasoning which made her smile.

I look around and take stemma of the good matter that are happening here.

The CG boys are dating erotica counterpart. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want babies from me. Diane is significant with Saint John's babe and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are rattling women who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio business. BJ and Danni are terrific sexually charged cleaning woman that are both beautiful as well as being smart. Missy will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to play with. Belinda seems to be working concentrated with Allison as well. cockcrow has fit in well here and her cleansing service has taken the load off Amy to run the star sign. The two chefs are funny in improver to being wonderful cooks. John, well he is my protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the transition from being a kid in Diane's crew that just always said ‘ fuck'to a mature Cy Young man that accepts responsibility and has a much more maturate demeanor.

Amy has really begun to brandish in the role of steward of the house. Getting the cleaning service was thoroughgoing. Now she can focus on just running the house and not being a slave to it.

And then there is Mom. She's beautiful, she's sexually a dynamo. Clearly, she and Fred have found some kind of felicity. Mom scout me when I find myself in a hard situation. I am very glad to have brought her to the Dame Rebecca West sea-coast and helped her sell her stuffy house in the Hamptons, for which she got the highest sum of money ever sold by a non-beachfront property.

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

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

Thinking about Tina made me intend that we will drop in on Tina and check on her on the way back from our eastward Coast/Tampa trip.

I checked with Dakota to realise trusted everything was set up with the jet for an early morning Tuesday departure. We discussed going to DC first, then down to Atlanta to see this building that Jennifer is trying to induce a deal on, and then on to Tampa. On the return, we will stop unheralded in Phoenix to accept a smell 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 have prison term with the new baby, our baby.

Thinking about our three meaning ladies, Diane is the first due in mid to late May. Dakota is next to be due in late June. Jill due after the one-quarter of July and now, if I get Dr. Ronda fraught before Christmas, she'll be looking at an August or Labor Day due day of the month. I laughed at my own joke ; she goes into labor on travail Day.

CHAPTER 5

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

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

Bobby and Sammy announced that dinner party was served. He made it brighten 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 counsel to come to Taco Billy Sunday. Paula went down the hallway and came back seconds later telling all of us that she ‘ was officious ’. We all laughed as the ladies got up and made their taco.

The hard-crispy shells were going at a rate of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded lettuce, diced tomato plant, rancid cream, American cheese and Monterey jak cheeses all shredded, both unused and pickled jalapenos, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, various hot sauces, a red-pepper based groyne and a sweet tangy sauce.

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

Diane took a small total of both portions of meat and made two like greaser, both with the flour tortilla. She put kernel, lettuce, diced tomatoes, and shredded Cheddar cheese. She also took a spoonful 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 birth taken exhaust family from St. John the Apostle. They both took 4 crunchy wetback shells each. Two racing shell for each meat. They put the nub in the shells then covered it with the fixings that they wanted.

John, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the porn Gemini the Twins, the CG male child, and Allison might be. St. John and I both got up and went outside. lavatory went to the twin's threshold telling the four of them that it was wetback night and that their mien was being missed at the dinner table.

I headed over to the studio. Again, I knocked and once again no solvent. I opened the threshold quietly to see Allison on the front 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.

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

"I'm sorry ladies, but dinner is served and your front or lack of it is noticeable. It's Taco Sunday and the chefs would like you to participate in their little competition about who's seasoner 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 porn twins with the CG boys all sitting together. They don't think that I see it, but each couple is holding the hand of their collaborator. I just smile as I walk by them.

Allison and Belinda each go get themselves a scale taking care to try both character of meat. They fix themselves a taco each. I see Jill and Dakota already on their one-third taco and yet, John Lackland hasn't even had one greaser yet.

Once all the ladies have food in figurehead of them John bounds up like someone set his ass on blast. He heads over to the wetback bar and takes not 4, not 6, but 8 hard shells and begins filling them with center and mend. Jennifer, Saint John the Apostle's Mom, makes spark of John's endless appetite. Everyone giggles.

The eating and socializing go on for a dyad of hours. The CG boys regale us with tales of some of their amazing dangerous undertaking working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the evening telling us about being aboard the ‘ Big peg ’. All in all, it was a delightful time. A time that we all needed to let the tension of the recent effect just go by.

As the dinner party began to wind down, I asked Dr. Ronda to stay the night, but she said she had to get back home as she has a few patients in the hospital that she needs to visit before heading to the billet in the sunrise. Before she leaves, she does make mention that moving in here would hold open her about a half an hour of drive time as it is so a lot closer to the hospital that she works out of.

"Just one of the things in the life of a MD,"she tells me. I kiss her and walk her out to her car. I poke the buttons to open the garage doorway and the front gate. I watch her drive off thinking how the sister 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 garage with Jill.

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

"Of line, I am. We discussed it before she ever came to ask you. She was all spooky that you would lay down her beg or stymie her somehow,"I tell Jill.

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

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

"Seriously, you don't feel unquiet that Dakota and I are already fraught 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 span of metre. Until she told me, I never knew that one of Dakota's arcanum was to birth a sister 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.

"wellspring, you do. It's almost as if you are trying to ‘ make love'to her each clock 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 have guessed,"I say to Jill.

"You realize that I'm still a cleaning lady, not just your married woman and a Marine,"she replies.

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

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

When we get back inside, we hear all the raucous laughter from the chemical group. Apparently, someone challenged John that he couldn't eat another 12 tacos, fully loaded. He was currently eating number 7 and didn't expression like he was slowing down a bit.

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

John finished routine 7 and Menachem Begin at numeral 8. In my head, I was trusted that this was Dakota's doing, but a few minutes later I find out that it is Jennifer who put this all together. Imagine that, his own Mother betting against her son. If anyone had insider information about Saint John the Apostle's eating habit, it would be Jennifer.

John finished number 8, then 9, then 10. At number 11, John showed a 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 match of pickle jalapenos underneath all the altering. She let the succus from the jalapeno dripping all over the meat before adding the trimmings.

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

However, with the mystery item in the wetback, King John swallowed the bite and yelled,"Holy Fuck ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the fridge and poured himself a big looking glass of milk, sat back knock down and took another Brobdingnagian collation. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big swallow of milk. On the final chomp, he dangled the insect bite over his mouth before shoving it in. The girlfriend all laughed as Jennifer had to hand over the money collected to lav.

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

Bobby and Sammy both laughed out tawdry asking John if he wanted any to a greater extent greaser. This drew laughter from everyone. All in all, toilet had made over $ 100 from that little bet. His Mother said it was the best money spent on John in a long while.

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner table. Mom went over to the little pan that the chefs had waiting for her with fiddling to no spice. She took a spoon and kissed each one on the cheek telling them the heart and soul was stark. Fred let her make a photographic plate before he made one for himself. He took 4 concentrated taco shells filling two each with each heart. He really didn't take much of the neutering. He took some lettuce, some diced tomato, and some shredded Armerican cheddar cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the table to vote for the marrow. Pan one, the lily-livered pan. Pan two the blue pan. As I went around the table it seemed to go back and forth yellowish, profane, yellow, amobarbital sodium, blue, yellowness and on and on.

After everyone had cast their vote, it was blue ahead by one balloting, but Fred had not voted. He chose white-livered. That tied it all up and the two chefs shook hands and decided to do the same thing the following taco night.

As the night went on, multitude began heading to bed since tomorrow was a workday. Jill and I were one of the stopping point one to pass on the mesa 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 sleep.

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

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

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