Chapter Four : In between metre

Monday

The alarm rang and sally woke up, turned it off as care seemed to lave over her and for a second she was not sure enough why ; then it all came back to her, the violation, and the alien every item of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the alarm clock, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he eff what clip to set it for ?

Her persuasion were all jumbled as she got up, trying to compute out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a robot in automatic mode, she went to the kitchen to start the coffee then went into the bathroom to direct a farsighted shower. She used this fourth dimension to cogitate, first of all she just wanted to pee-pee this all go away, wanted it to be a bad dream. That was not possible it was tangible, there were aches and strain all over her torso that told her in fact it was very genuine. The hot piddle flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the fuzz of row. Why wouldn't she ? He had to birth left a bunch of fingerprint. She thought about his threats to watch her every move. She contemplated calling out from body of work but in the two long time she had been there she had never called out, and she was not sure she wanted to be in her apartment all day anyway. Sally lingered in the shower a bit longer letting it heal the sore parts of her body and put up a much needed solace for her mind. She finished and dried off and put on some lax well-fixed house dress, and walked into the kitchen, made her coffee berry and toast. Setting it down on the table she went looking for her laptop computer, Mike had kept it from her this weekend but when she went in her room, there it was on her bureau. She brought it back to the table with her and set it down.

As she went to sit down her eye noticed something in the window sill that made her search up, then her unanimous body went steadfast, it was a blue carnation in a vase on the windowsill with a note attached. It seemed as if he was here in the room and not just a symbol of him. She felt off balance yet again, frightened. After a taking sometime she shook her head, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just ignore the note, not read it. Ah but what would that execute ?

wisecrack sat down in her chair and just looked at the Federal Reserve note, a part of her knew she was going to understand it but her fighter side wanted her to just trash it all. She opened the information processing system and looked for the nearest police place as well as the nighest to her work, she would not gift him the atonement of reading his stupid note ! She found the info and typed it into her earphone. The altogether clip she had been sipping her coffee, and struggling to not look at the eminence as if making eye liaison with the heyday was giving in to the man himself. In time, she gave up, she was curious after all ! She picked it up and took a mystifying breath, turning the bill over and reading what was written in a print that was very much like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

sally, my love. Do not go to the bull, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would fix our next encounter that much more straining
than I intend it to be. You are just as lovely as I imagined and it has been a
pleasure to get to eff you. Remember I will be back, and whenever you see
a single blue clove pink you will have intercourse that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

Sally sat and stared at the eminence shaking. Next encounter ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cop ? She should, of path. Pretending in a way that today was a convention day with just a small errand to run She got ready for oeuvre, walked to the bus plosive speech sound, got on the bus, and got to go. She shoved the weekend out of her mind, but still had a voiceless time focusing on the task in front of her if anyone had asked her how long it took or what she was wearing, she would not receive been able-bodied to tell them or impart on her end of any conversation beyond one Christian Bible answer. circumstances for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If sortie had known he was watching her through binoculars the whole first light she would have been even more unnerved. He had a opinion of her bedroom and the living way, the kitchen was out of his pedigree of sight however, so it was a adept affair she spent a minimum quantity of time in it. He had watched her viewing up and show the lack of chasteness, had seen her brass when she had seen the gillyflower he had left for her. He had watched as curio and repugnance fought with each other over what to do with the flower. The looking at, the bespeak ignoring of the objective by being meddlesome on her reckoner, the coup d'oeil of sake, until finally the desire to jazz outweighed the hideous writer and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to register it. It was a gauge for him to see if she was more slavish or more stubborn. A stubborn women would have just tossed it, in that case he would either stimulate to abuse up training or vacate it all together, but no she had chosen to scan his words, to see what he had to say and while she may hate him, be scared of him, she was teachable.

He followed in his car behind her checking each stop along the way to be trusted she did not get off and go to the cop before work. He was pretty sure once at work she would stay till closing, but he wanted to be sure enough she would wait till evening. He watched her enter the building from a closing by parking spot and then drove off to his household to get to his business concern.

She was almost to work when she stopped took some inscrutable hint and tried to coach herself on acting rule. There was no one at work she was close enough with to portion this with. There was no one she was closing curtain to now that she thought about it. She had a random opinion wondering why she locked her front door if this stranger can still get in what difference does her locking it spend a penny. She shook her headland steadied herself and proceeded the dead aloofness to put to work. Determined to be normal she looked at the receptionist.

"Hi,"and stopped mid-sentence, there it was ; on Laura's reception desk mocking her, a blueing carnation in a vase
.
"Sally ?"

"Umm Yeah sorry, Hi Laura, hey where did the flush come from ?"

"I don't know, it just showed up with book of instructions that it was to go on the receptionist's desk for person special. Weird Huh ?"

"Yeah, weird."

"wisecrack you okay ? You look like you had a uncut weekend."

"Oh I am fine, just did too much and did not get enough sopor. I will be better tomorrow I promise."Sally smiled and walked off to her cubicle, not sure but felt like she must be 3 ghost paler than formula. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the mean solar day undertaking. She had a desk job working for the state which was neither glamourous nor atrocious. It was a job, steady, with benefits and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty practically lead alone, except for the paperwork being pushed from one division and back and everything have to be in triplicate, the job was perfect for her.

Once at her desk her thoughts flittered back to the efflorescence, she absently turned her computing machine on checked her e-mail, but she could not stop thought : He knew where she worked and where she lived. He had said he would be watching her. Didn't he have a job ? Why was he bothering her ? The phone on her desk rang breaking her out of her funk and forcing her to put on a cheerful face and see what the person on the other end wanted. The morn was spent on the diverse labor and the required small lecture around the office, a card was signed for a mad co-worker she barely knew, misfortunate thing had cancer. All the while her mind flittered back to what natural action if any she was going to use up. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the cops seemed so plaguy. Then to possess to put words to everything that happened was not the most likable sentiment at the moment.

She had lunch delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her book, but she had former things on her nous. Working it out she thought what would she tell a admirer if they were in this situation and came for advice ? Why she would insist they got to the fuzz and would drive them there. This was no different. She had decided, she had to go to the cop after oeuvre, she could not dwell like this. She checked her phone to assure herself that she had the information and decided she would go to the one closest to her house. She told the story in her head, and even wrote down a few key dot she wanted to be for sure to address. She hated the thought process of having to explain what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

While Sally worked microphone arranged his day and week, first he called the cleaners and arranged to meet them at Sally's apartment at 1pm to clean the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, curtains, couch, dish everything and in two hours. They were sending 4 people maybe more he was paying well.

His mo order of business enterprise was to get information for this week's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure chat, and typed :

"Do you have the data requested ?"

He waited a bit, he knew the receptionist saw it right away and would then adjoin the somebody he needed to confab with and that usually took a few minutes soon the answer came back.

"Yes, This is a job for a man named Cyrus, you may retrieve him you brought his first wife here for education."

"Vaguly, Iranian right ?"

"Yeah, he trusts you and wants you to bring his back wife with the savvy that this is a bodyguard detail as well as bringing us the girl."

"Why is the bodyguard of import ? I need to cognise what I am getting into. You know that means arming the pilot light and crew right ?"

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the bodyguard condition is this : Cyrus the Younger had a daughter who was married off and within a twelvemonth his daughter died at the handwriting of her husband. Cyrus found out that the same man was arranging a marriage within six month of his daughter demise. He felt disrespected by such a dead grieving period and that the man was disqualify to be a husband. Cyrus found the family of the young woman and offered a better organization. He wanted to go along her out of the custody of his former son in law. Now the son in law is angry and threatening her, her folk, and him so she is being sent out of the country. She is fifteen and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

"So is she cooperative or will she try to win over me to let her escape ?"

"Yes she is cooperative, she knows she is coming to check how to run a household and entertain guests from different realm as an accomplished air hostess as well as read and write Farsi and English, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will consume to have someone search her well. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be suspicious of you, but you handled his first wife who was not so concordant at the time that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could hide anything under it. He had been in Arab nation enough to be intimate the difference between the niqab and the burka although few Americans did, or bothered to. He texted the pilot and told him to get a female person crew member that could utter Persian fluently, and that this would be a escort as well as conveyance job. It was the pilot program job to get the gang and inform them. It was a rolling gang, but a flight like this need four pilots and 8 crew members. 2 pilots and 4 crew phallus would be awake and working while the others rested at all clip usually the chemise were 8-10 hours depending on the flight time. No one flew tired, tired meant error. former than having two female crew member who could utter Farsi, the gang would be picked from 20 people who worked with mike. If a work party had flown on the last pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a salary then supererogatory every time they flew, more if it was a escort site as this was.

If the flight was leaving from San Francisco the institute would have taken upkeep of all the arrangements, but the crew that flew out of Colorado was his responsibility, paid for by the institute. Usually this crew worked with him sometimes he loaned them out to other deportation experts that were living nearby, but he liked having the same crew members rotated in and out and knowing who would be on board.

"okey I will leave tonight hopefully by 10 shuffling sure the newspaper are in order at the airport, we will stay the required 24 hours for rest and tell Cyrus I will pick up his wife Th 10am local time. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Th local anaesthetic time and we will bring a cab in unless you want someone to clean her up."

"No a cab is fine.

"Okay then. See you in four daylight. I assume my pay will be in the bank in 24 hours."

"Of course, mike we appreciate you consulting with us."

His consulting firm was on the up and up revenue enhancement wise. He was not sure what the law would say about his"transport"business. He ensured the safety and legal transfer of woman from their defender to The Institute. These women were all signed over to the institute by their families and/or Husbands for specific educational function. Some of those were to study how to serve sexually and some were learn how to run a prominent menage well so as to supercharge their wedding prospects. It was an etiquette schooling on steroids. These girlfriend every movement was orchestrated usually. Some husbands wanted monstrosity and sluts and sent their minute or third wives here to go the household party party favor. In gain there was an real very respectable private education component which again was prescribed and approved by the distaff's guardians.

The school for boys was across the metropolis and he had done some guarding of boys being sent by their dominate partner to learn how to serve them honest. Usually his services were required because the master did not trust his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew habitation unaccompanied. The kin were of all races, but it did bring him to the Middle East and Asian countries often.

microphone was worried about his progress with crack. What if she suddenly got the mettle to go to the copper and he was halfway around the existence. Sigh it was a risk he would have to involve sort of. He called a peak shop and arranged for one dismal carnation to be delivered to her every day at different sentence through Saturday at different position, her doorstop with no Federal Reserve note no vase, outside the law station on the ground, even left at her bus stop, random stead to stimulate it appear he had his eye on her.

When it was meter he left to meet the cleaners at wisecrack's apartment, just in case she was successful in going to the copper he need it all cleaned he made sure the sheets were changed out with ones he had bought on the way and took all the bedclothes on the bed to a cleaners close by where she could pick them up. When he came back to oversee the cleaners and to add photographic camera to the house. His vantage point was good at his fiddling apartment, but had blind spots and he wanted to be able-bodied to check in on her while he was gone.

After that he made placement and waited for Sally to get off so he could follow and see what happened.
quip had decided to go to the cops and when the work day was done, there was no Thomas More signaling of blue efflorescence so she hopped on the bus resolute in her decision. She had picked the place that was closest to a bus stop and also was the one closest to her planetary house. Determined that this was the correct choice she got off and proceeded to walk the brusque space. She had convinced herself that he would have no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no reason. Once in the station the cops could withdraw care of this right ? There were fingermark. There was evidence, this would work out.

She rounded the recession to the primary entrance and started up the front man stairs, when she saw it. A single blue carnation with a note taped to it. She stopped dead in her trail, No ! There was no way ! With trembling steps she approached the carnation laying on the land and picked it up and flipped it over to see the tone. In the same handwriting it simply said :

Are you making a good determination, pet ?

Sally walked quickly back down the stairs with the clove pink and note in hired hand. She was on the verge of tears, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her head was screaming. She leaned against the building and told herself to just suspire, she threw the carnation down on the reason. When she got herself under control she started to think, he could have left that this morning, he knew where she lived, where the nigh police station was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the police could help right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

fountainhead there was only one way to ascertain out so Sally got her nerve up again and walked into the police post and asked to verbalise with someone, preferably a female person cop. They asked her to fill out forms, but she insisted on speechmaking to a lady cop first. The low cop seemed bothered but went to see who was uncommitted. The door opened and Sally glanced back taking in the bike messenger waking in. Her heart skipped a cadence and her breathing spell seemed to leave her when she saw, he was carrying a blue devil gillyflower. The courier rang the bell and waited with his paperwork setting the flower on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to breathe. He Knew ! Sally mustered her courage.

"That is a pretty flower."She pulled it closer to her and smelled it looking at the add-in while she did so."The bike messenger was uninterested, but Sally saw what she needed to. The handwriting. It was him.

"Can you sign delight, I am in a hurry"

"Who is this to ?"

"The station"

"huh, that's nice"The cop said to no one in particular, and looked up as the door chimed and saw crack walking out as fast as she could out the room access. He shrugged and went back to doing whatever it was he had been doing.

sallying forth knew she was in trouble. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do ? Sally made her way home not really registering the walk back to the bus blockage or the ride back to her apartment. She wondered if he was going to be there. When was he coming for her ? Sally looked at her situation logically and wondered what in reality she could do. If he was watching her, and he seemed to be, then moving was out of the interrogative sentence, he would just observe her. Entering her apartment thing seemed different. She looked around and there was a blue carnation in the sustenance room with a note.

quip, I took the liberty of having the place cleaned professionally. You may pick up your old mantle and canvass at the cleanser indicated on the receipt tomorrow, in the meantime I have provided new one for tonight. please do comport yourself between now and then.

Sally was too tired mentally from the whole ordeal to even be mad, she made dinner and went to bed too soon and done in by all that had transpired.

Mike had in fact been watching the altogether meter. He saw Sally go the law station the first time then get into it again. The bike courier had been sitting by his car waiting instructions and when she went in the second fourth dimension. mike gave the bike messenger the preeminence and heyday and told him to get a theme song and to put the vase down close to the girl with the card facing her. He had wanted there to be no doubt in her judgment who the efflorescence was from. He was disappointed his showtime message had not hit home, he thought that the first one would be enough. The courier reported what had happened and got paid for his metre and a nice tip, Mike was relieved she had not talked to the cop, even though he had taken maintenance of the possible action. It was disappointing to him that the courier was needed at all. He was not surprise, just determined that the example he taught would be learned. He needed to shop for his next visit and programme it out. He had planned on stretching the training out, but he thought maybe he needed to hurry up his plans.

Today was Monday, pick up was on Thursday, and they needed 24 time of day between landing and flying again so they would pass on Tonight, fly into wed., quietus, nibble up cargo Thursday, fly home, deliver cargo, place, sleep. Depending on how tired he was on Saturday he may look in on her without her knowledge. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a calendar month off to pass with Sally. They had early transportation experts, but he had a sure repute with the more difficult ones, they always came into the institute meek and quiet down after 24 minute with Mike. It made the Institute's job easier.

The flight of stairs over was uneventful, and microphone checked on sallying forth through the camera he had set up. There were several fourth dimension he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough time for that. Traveling had become a chore, it could be exhausting, but he did like the different life-style. During his stay he went and walked around taking in some local site, but mostly slept and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the appoint time a Mercedes drove into the hanger with. Mike wondered absently if it was hummer proof which seemed to be the new thing with this class of guest. The driver got out and opened the door behind his and the client emerged. As he walked toward Mike the driver was going around to the former side. The husband seemed protective of his charge seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between microphone's business line of sight and the young charge he had yet to see.

"hello, I am Badi ,. I am thankful you will be accompanying my lovely wife. I do ask that you please be deliberate. The man who wanted her, is very wild, I do not know what he will do."

"We will do our substantially to keep open her rubber, and bring her back to you an educated and well-rounded woman."

"Yes of form, she will not cause any problems but there is one thing."

"What is that ?"mike was getting mentally ready, the ones who told him it would be easy, their charwoman were conjunctive always caused suspicion with Mike, if they were so soundly, then why ask for him, why use the Institute at all ?

"She is scared of men. She is very shy. Please be cognisant of that. I have talked to her she understands that she is going to get an education, and there will not be any sex trough she comes home, but she is still untrusting. Any sudden touching and she will probably cry."

"Ah thanks for the oral sex up. She will be fine. microphone motioned over the female crew member who was also Persian. He had her wait for his signaling by the carpenter's plane as business organization was done by the males first then the females came when called.

"shivah here will be with your untried bride, she will look for her, and when we panel it will be her and Azar who will tend to her. Both girls are Farsi, and know Persian, and have been trained at the institute so they will be able to reply questions."

Badi seemed pleased at this extra arrangement, there was a reason he asked for Mike, he had heard narrative of the other conveyer belt, mike was all byplay. He waved his hand without turning around. Quickly the child and the driver appeared at his slope.

"Qamar this is shivah who will be frisking you as we discussed and she will also be with you on the plane. The man is microphone he is the bodyguard who will accompany you to the institute."

switching to English Badi then turned to microphone"Mike, Shiva this is my St. Bridget please be careful with her."He patted the young lady's head often like a Fatherhood would and gently pushed her toward Shiva.

The cleaning woman introduced herself to both in their language and took the hand of the daughter. The two went off to the side of meat and Varisha checked her for weapons then they boarded the plane. microphone hung back with the hubby to allow the ladies clock time to get settled and to answer any last minute questions. After goodbyes were said Badi singled the device driver. Swiftly the door to the rearward butt opened and Badi climbed in.

On the plane Mike let Qamar sit in a dissimilar department of the planing machine so he did not take a shit her so nervous, she seemed ready to run off if he looked at her, so he wanted her to loosen. He left orders that only female person members of the crowd were to come on her and to make certainly she slept, slipping her a drug if requisite.

She was obviously gamy strung. As it turned out once Mike left her solely and all the men disappeared she seemed to relax and even verbalize to the women a bit, soon drifting off to sleep. Again he checked on wisecrack when the time changes were make up and she had not really done anything since Monday. He knew her Dianthus caryophyllus were getting to her, because he would see them in the scrap that was good she had to be thinking about him then.

The flight of steps was smoothen and getting through drome security was light since everything had been sent on ahead and checked so they just verified the ID's and processed the passports. In the cab on the way to The Institute Qamar was nervous, but not obnoxious. Mike wanted to simmer down her down in the mouth, but figured there was not much he could do being a male, and given her upbringing so he left her alone and the trip from the airport was very restrained. He texted the Institute to let them know they were on their way.

Once inside the instructor came out and took Qumar to her new room, which was bound to be very luxurious given her family and Mike sought out an instructor friend.

The teacher had a carve up wing when they were off duty so Mike went to his elbow room first, and was in luck.

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey Mike ! You on a saving ?"

"Yeah just dropped her off. How's the liveliness ?"

"Hey I get paid for being a bastard and fucking cleaning woman, it's a undecomposed life."Oren laughed

microphone smiled It was a life he had enjoyed once and the pay was not bad as he recalled, although he got paid a lot Thomas More as a consultant/body guard.

"I got a project coming up, a tradition job for me. I just taught her some basics, but she needs Thomas More time. Besides her basement suite is not done being built yet."

"Oh, microphone, you got ta let me in on this !"

"Maybe you can come keep an eye on her sometime once she is at my family while I am on a job, but Oren, no speck, just look, If I let you."

"Man microphone we used to share them all."

"Yeah call me sentimental."

"I need to not be disturbed next weekend is that possible ? I was going to wait another week, but she did not behave."

"Why not send her here ? We can get her obedient in no time while your basement is being built."

"Oren, I like the mind plot I like watching them struggle with their new reality and coming to terms with it in one licking after another, that I am their new Earth. I want my own special touch, my friend and I don't want anyone else touching her till I say."

"poor young lady, your touching is rough."

"Ah she will be perfect once I get her under control."

"I have a girl that could use your singular talent on the unwilling if you want to get off."

"Not this time, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to outfit myself with some new objects I saw in the store and then hop a aeroplane home, I got ta checkout on my project. ``

"All rightfulness, well maybe next time."Oren missed training female child with microphone. They made a good tag team.

Mike spent time at the store going over the severity of sallying forth's transactions and picking out just the right on methods of punishment. By the time he was done he was excited about the next weekend with his project.

On the flight of steps home he thought of sally and all the new thing he and bought to try out on her.

Once at his base of operations, mike slept, checked on sally, she was asleep, but her bedroom light was on….nightmares perhaps ? microphone knew that was probably reliable, but wished there was another way to get inside a someone's promontory. They seemed to always take nightmares. On the way from the airport he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few carnations here and there in the apartment just to realize certain she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a time for satisfaction. He was going to teach her who was in explosive charge on Fri. microphone went shopping for food and early odds and ends to ready sure he was prepare .