The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The Investigation Begins

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

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

After finishing my morning obligation, I washed my hands and came out of the bathroom looking at my two lovelies still sleeping. I put on a twosome of shorts and a tee shirt and headed out to the kitchen grabbing my sound off the charger on the way out.

Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of succus and just sat at the kitchen table seeing Bobby and Sammy still putting things away from yesterday's party. Looking at all they were still putting away, I just figured that my boy John would be in left-over heaven.

Both Jennifer and Sharon came out to the kitchen as well. Each one kissed me before they sat down. Bobby flicked the electrical switch and the coffee pot roared to life making both ladies smile.

As we sat there, I asked,"gentlewoman, is it me or has Saint John the Apostle been looking and acting much more age ?"

Jennifer started,"Are you kidding us, Saint David ? He's been trying so hard these past few calendar month to emulate you that how could he NOT look and act Thomas 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 cry you ‘ Daddy'I think that maybe King John should be calling you the Lapp affair. You have done more for him in the past few month than his biologic Father of the Church ever did,"she says to me with a big smiling on her boldness.

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

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

I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 8 am. I had to think a moment as to what day it was, but then remembered it was Billy Sunday. I heard a roast at the strawman room access. Jennifer got up and went to the door, opening it carefully. A large man with half an unlighted cigar in his back talk showed her his FBI identification. She asked why he was here, and he told her that he needed to mouth to me. She called out to me.

When I reached the front door, I opened it wide and invited the gentleman inside. He declined and asked me to pace outside, which I did.

I saw several agents buzzing around taking word picture and measurements.

"Hello, Mr. Greene. I'm headwaiter Perez. Evergreen State sent me to cover the investigation of yesterday's shooting,"he told me.

"wellspring, Captain, it's David. Mr. Greene is my pass Father,"I tell him.

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI protocol requires me to shout out you Mister until the example is wrapped up,"he explains which was the first time individual had rebuffed my attempts to be called David, which I was very well with since it made sense.

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

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

I summon Sharon over and say her the tidings. She kisses me on the cheek and runs off to get her earphone. In literally seconds, I see her chatting with mortal, whom I assume is broker Don. I see her smile. She puts her telephone down and comes back to me telling me she is heading over to his house to ‘ necessitate aid of him'all the while she is smiling her big beautiful smile. I check with the maitre d' to make sure it is OK for her to leave, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

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

chieftain Perez begins,"Mr. Greene, I hope you understand that it's cipher personal, but you are a suspect as well,"he tells me in a sincere manner.

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

"How can you do that ?"

"I can make water you a DVD of all of our certificate photographic camera in just a few proceedings if you are interested ?"I ask.

"Absolutely,"he tells me.

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

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

"Mr. Graham Greene, do you cause a copy of the former shooting your theater took a pair of weeks ago as well ?"

"Of grade, would you like a transcript of that as well ?"I ask him. He nods his head in approving. I wait for yesterday's shooting to be copied to the DVD disk before I callup the other shooting and commence to re-create it as well.

I put the first DVD into a clear case and hand it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a platter of substance out. Bobby begins to roll up several steaks into a prominent patch of tin foil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 ribs into two large spell of tin foil When all the inwardness is wrapped up, they put the three patch of wrapped core into a theme bag and deal it to master Perez, who tries politely to defy. They won't hear of it and storm him to take the newspaper bag.

I just smiling.

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

"Captain, may we discuss soul from the city constabulary for a couple of minutes ?"I say as we are walking back towards the figurehead door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are comrade with a metropolis Police Lieutenant Horowitz. I mean, I'm not sure if particular Agent Fernandez made citation of him in his reputation or not,"I say to the Captain.

"wellspring, yes there were a couple of notations about him, but what do you require 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 intellect that he is quietly being investigated by the US lawyer,"I tell him.

"Well, Mr. Greene, it's More than just an investigation, but I believe that he is on the sceptre of being indicted,"He tells me putting his digit to his lip indicating that I'm not supposed to say anything. I nod my promontory affirmative to acknowledge his request for me to be silent on the matter.

Once back outside, captain puts his food and the DVDs into his authority vehicle. He reaches into his scoop and mitt me his poster. I see it has the Hoover edifice address on it from DC.

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

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

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

"Which tower ?"

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

"Oh, I hope you're going to strip that building up. It was built a little to a lesser extent than ten years ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is lots of money spent ensuring that construction stay strip and neat in visual aspect, but not the kraft building. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking care of it the moment it became occupied,"he tells me, which really surprised me that we would get such an reliable view of the building.

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

"Where else did you buy ?"He asks.

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

"That will be overnice to deepen the names to give masses the understanding that possession has changed,"the Captain says.

"We're also looking at one in capital of Georgia, that if we get it, we will anticipate that one the Falcon and one in Phoenix that we will call the Cardinal, there's also a potential one in Dallas that we would anticipate the predator,"I tell him.

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

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

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

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

"Why, yes. My first married woman made me give them up. She hated the smell of them so instead of constantly arguing with her, I just quit them."I tell him.

He hands me the cigar, shiver my hand and goes back to check on his agent's progression 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 asks how many steaks or ribs would I like to eat, or would I prefer them to make me a even breakfast ? I followed St. John the Apostle's steer and took the rib asking for 5 with some potato salad if there is any left.

"Any left, there's maybe 6 or 7 large bowls of potato salad uncommitted,"Bobby tells me. He begins to heat up the ribs and promontory to the big kitchen to get another stadium of potato salad.

John isn't saying a Holy Scripture ; he just keeps shoveling the food for thought into his oral cavity. I see him with a shabu of juice, no demand to ask what flavour the succus is.

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

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

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

"Sunday,"I tell her.

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

"dearie, I believe that your clothes are on the floor in the service department adjacent to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Friday night,"I say to her smiling the unanimous meter. This makes John snort while eating.

young woman gets up and heads out to the garage. A few proceedings later she came back inside and asked,"Um, how do I get out of the service department. The big door seems to be locked,"she says. I get up and keep abreast her out to the garage. I undo the carabiner from the cart track and raise the doorway, pushing the exposed 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 welcome. As she is focusing on me, she almost runs over an FBI broker. I poke the button and open the nominal head gate. She slowly drives her car through the gate and down the road. I close the gate as I see maitre d' Perez watching me.

I hit the clitoris to close the garage door and walk back inside.

After John refinement, I ask him to recruit all the certificate shutters to reserve the sunlight into the firm. He tosses his dental plate with the empty bones into the trash and moves to the buttocks of the menage to begin raising the shutters. His phone buzzes.

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

Dakota and Donna come scuffling into the kitchen, where Sammy pokes the button to burn up the coffee pot once again pouring out the now cold coffee.

It dawns on me that I haven't seen any of my tenant nor the CG boys since yesterday. I'm middling sure I know where they all are but decide to get up and go deterrent for myself. I walk out to the pond house first. I knock and one of the CG boys opens the door. I ask if everyone is ok inside, he assures me that both he, his cousin and both Twins are fine. I thank him and headspring over to the studio.

I knock on that room access, but no one answers. I hear voices inside. I quietly open the room access and measure inside. There I see Allison with a photographic camera on her berm and Belinda sitting vertical with her cover against a bulwark masturbating. She has a dildo that she is using to reach her pinnacle. Suddenly she stops. Allison asks,"What's the topic ? Why did you turn back ?"

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

I offer my service of process to assist Belinda reach that all elusive coming. She nods in approval. I move over to her and pull on her stage sliding her body down to be flat on the footing. I lay between her branch and begin to lick her fair sex ; I only get a few minutes in before there is a smash at the studio threshold. I here John the Evangelist announce himself asking if I was in there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is there a trouble,"Fernandez asks me.

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

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

"Nice,"Jill says looking at the check.

I got to thinking about how I had stopped reading Bob's journal. I looked for the one that I had started. I found it in the living room, adjacent to the couch on an end table. I picked the record book up and settled into the couch to read some more. One detail that I saw which interested me was a street sign of the zodiac caller. Bob made a good point that nigh if not all street sign seem to be universal. As he put it in the Book,"A stop mansion is just that no matter where it might be posted in the US,"making bill that it is possible for a ship's company to bid on DOT declaration and make and ship to the diverse location the signs.

I find a pen in the binder of the book and circle this mind.

I hear a clash in the kitchen. I get up and head to the kitchen to see an embarrassed Donna looking at the home base she dropped. Sammy is already getting the heather and dustpan to clean up the mess.

"Don't worry about it, Miss Donna. We do this all the time,"Bobby tells her. I say to Donna and Dakota to not move as there is glass everywhere. Both of them pick their metrical foot up and put them on the rungs of the chair.

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

As John the Evangelist works his way around the lower horizontal surface of the home, Diane comes out and begins to assist him. I see them stealing kisses here and there, which I find rather cute. It dawns on me that I have not asked Dakota how well John is doing with the new job of being my assistant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I turn on my laptop computer and get prepared for Rob's email. Once loaded up I read the header,"risk WILL Edwin Arlington Robinson, peril,"I smile because I know of Rob's love for old TV show, such as ‘ Lost In infinite ’.

I open the e-mail and it reads,"Well, as you anticipated, I found several quondam employees that have not been terminated off the system. Three of the cavalry tracks that you sold have all their employees still active in our arrangement. I terminated all the employees from the horse course. Out of curiosity, did you acquire any casinos ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own troika cassino. One in OK, one in Everglade State, and one in genus Arizona. The three aggregate of more than 3,000 employees. I have made a list of them but need your direction on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

"cassino, really ?"I say out loud causing Jill to stop over and ask what's wrong.

"Well, we apparently now own three casinos. Oklahoma, Florida, and Arizona,"I tell her.

"How did we assume them ?"Jill asks.

"I have no earthly estimation. 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 people from the war hawk, but I'm not sure enough where we are on the other group,"I reply.

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

Jill picks up her cellphone phone and dials up Rob.

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

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

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

"fountainhead, they are in three state of matter, but there are four gambling casino. One in Oklahoma, one in Florida, and two in Arizona. One near Tucson and one in genus Phoenix,"he tells us.

My mind races towards Tina and her being in Phoenix with her mother.

Jill thanks Rob for his hard work and ends the call. I suggest,"Hey, since we will be traveling this week, why don't we stop over in capital of Arizona to visit Tina and check on this casino that we own,"I say to Jill. She readily agrees.

CHAPTER 3

I see another electronic mail that stake me. It's from Roger. It reads,"I heard about the shooting at your nursing home. I guess the fools are stupid, shooting up a company 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 sign of the zodiac or not. You may not be the target as you have three Lady who are significant. The bad guy may suppose that your failing is through them,"he writes.

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

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

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

"Hey, Hun, what do you think about getting Gospel According to John a motortruck of his pick ? I think that he is getting frustrated with riding in Diane's car all the time. I was thinking of maybe a Ford Expedition. I don't want him to have a pickup arm as everyone he knows will always ask him to avail them motivate their stuff,"I tell her.

"I think that is a terrific musical theme. 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 60 minutes later Jill exclaims,"There, my email box is now empty !"She says with a glee in her voice.

It is just over a half hour before my electronic mail inbox is also discharge. We both close our laptops and psyche downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a diminished sherd of crank all the way out into the dining way. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our first aid kit oblation to select care of this for me. She squirts it with hydrogen peroxide, drying it with a slice of cotton wipe and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ hullo Kitty'Band-Aid. This garners several hoots and remark from the radical. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ hullo 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 decide to garner everyone that is inside the house currently.

"Hey, can I get everyone into the TV way 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 programme put in place regarding this house and a state of lockdown. start, let me start with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a seat on the base, no matter where they are. The closest I to any windowpane will poke the clit to throw away the security shutters. Those who have a carry license will call back their firearm, attaching it to their hip until the whole case 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 is here. He becomes in bearing. No one leaves and no one enters the house, except for law enforcement. Everyone knows that I'm not a fan of Lt. Horowitz, so do not let him inside no matter what he says. This is a common soldier mansion and he is not welcome. Should both John and Dakota not be here, then any of the four ladies Donna, Paula, Jennifer, or Sharon are to be in bursting charge. If I call anyone and distinguish them to use computer code 69, I expect that the house is to be locked down no affair what. Does anyone not understand what I've described ?"I ask.

No one has anything to say.

"Alright, 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 mission ?"I ask.

Paula raises her hand to answer the interrogation,"Um, You and Jill are in charge. We are all to get on the story. If you happen to be by a window, then it is your responsibility to throw the security measure shutters,"she says.

"THAT'S rightfield !"I say happy to get word that at to the lowest degree one individual is listening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Use your best legal opinion,"I tell everyone.

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

St. John the Apostle, Donna, Diane, Marcus, Amy, miss, Danni, and Aurora. I do the mental math in my head teacher, ‘ this should spend the $ 250K and maybe even a bit more ’.

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a roast on the front door. Again, Jennifer opens it to see Captain Perez fill in with his one-half a cigar that he is chewing on.

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

I come to the door,"hello headwaiter,"I say to him.

"I just wanted you to have it away that the US attorney has cleared you of being a suspect and she Thanks you for the two DVD helping our investigation,"he tells me.

We shake manpower 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 group of FBI agents, sending them household or back to the office. Once they are all gone, the court looks squeamish with no factor buzzing around it.

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

There is a knock at the breast doorway again. I open it to come up the guy from the Ice truck.

"Um, sir I have to account that there is a duad of mess in the face of our truck,"he tells me.

I step outside and walk over to the motortruck. He points to not one but two trap. I notice that there is a third trap that he had not seen. I tell him that I'll have my insurance policy take up care of it, truth be known, I'll have the masses who repair our limos for Shirley Temple Car and Happy, Happee Limo take care of the truck.

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

I head inside and ask Saint John and Marcus to finish emptying the ice motortruck into the many coolers that still melody the outside of the house by the two pocket billiards. I direct him to get the dolly from the garage which he does to carry all the bags through the theater and out to the poolside area. The CG guys see what is going on and join in to help oneself,

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

toilet does note,"David, you remember we have those big deep freezer in the big kitchen and the third kitchen. Maybe we should fulfil them first to keep and use the ice instead of putting them in the coolers and losing the ice."

"whoremonger, that's a corking idea ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the coolers outside. In fact, maybe give a dyad of travelling bag to the Twin in the syndicate home. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes lavatory to smile even though he knows that the CG boys are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and John the Divine begin loading the dolly with bagful of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need more than one dolly, so I text Dakota to fiat a couple more than dollies, the type that the beverage vendors use. They fold out to transmit much more than than just the habitue standup dolly. She texts back her usual ‘ K ’.

I decide to head out to the ice truck to see just how many travelling bag of ice still remained in the book binding. As I peered around the doorway, I see maybe 200-300 grip still stacked up. I shook my head knowing that all of this won't fit in the two Deepfreeze, but maybe St. John the Apostle or Marcus can pile them to take a majority.

As I come back around the back of the hand truck, a car sits at the logic gate honking its hooter. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the logic gate's electronic panel, poke the appropriate push button and the gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a kiss. I poke the necessary push button to close down the gate and think that maybe we need to have the gate society come and put different four-digit codification into the electronics so swear 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 theatre to open a garage door. Ronda pulls her car into the service department, parking right where miss had her car parked.

It dawned on me that maybe I need to buy Ronda a new car as well. Her car isn't all that old, but it does have some gas mileage on it and as she seems to make Chateau calls, some for work, some for shimmer maybe she needs a better one as well.

Once I get into the garage, I poke the push, the garage doorway closes behind her. I open her driver's doorway to help her step out. She puts her arms around me and kisses me passionately.

When we break from our candy kiss I ask,"I'm shot you're not here for work then,"I say smiling.

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

"Then let's get the 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 buss them and asks,"Is there any more of that delicious java I smell ? I haven't had any java since I left the hospital early this daybreak,"she tells us. Sammy begins to swarm her a cup asking if she needs cream or sugar.

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

Ronda has her coffee in one hired hand and takes my hand to conduce me to my own bedroom. I hear the gentlewoman joke saying,"Guess she needed some cream for her java,"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 body of work,"

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

Ronda goes back to the kitchen, where she had set her doctor bag down. She asked for Jill first. She put the blood force per unit area cuff on her, listened to her heartbeat, and asked various dubiousness 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 air pressure cuff, listened to her breathing, but since Diane was farther along than Jill, she also listened to her abdomen before she declared that everything appears to be delicately 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, rakehell pressure handcuff, listening to her heartbeat and breathing, and asking respective questions. It took respective more proceedings before Ronda told us that she would like Dakota to get some blood tests 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 fille in taking her prenatal vitamins. David, she needs to take them regularly they don't help her sitting in the bottle,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a mo and ask,"Energy she experience to study them with solid food or can she just take them anytime ?"

"If she takes them in the morning, on an empty stomach is best or maybe even with a small spyglass of water. If they are making her sick to her stomach then take them at bedtime with a small-scale snack,"Ronda tells me.

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

Dakota answers,"That's just mean Daddy. No coffee without me taking my vitamins, mean value, just evidently mean,"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 physician bag, zips it closed and takes me by the hand once again taking a huge draft of her coffee, emptying the cup. This makes for another of the noblewoman at the dining elbow room table to gag once again,"Guess she doesn't want the emollient for her coffee tree, maybe she just likes the gustatory perception of his cream,"causing more giggles, however, now it turns to laughter.

Ronda pulls me down the hallway to my bedroom.

Once inside, she instructs me to sit on the bed with my back to the bulwark. 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 commemorate telling me that we would make a wonderful baby together ?"She asks.

"Of line, I do."

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

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

"fountainhead, sort of. I see significant charwoman every day and, in my head, I hear the tick-tock of my child making years going by truehearted and faster. I know you have two kid on the way already with Jill and Dakota. But I just can't get you out of my head teacher. You are everything that I want in the father of my youngster. You are smart, you are bighearted, you make good decision, you mentor John telling me that you would be a marvellous parent. Why can't I shake this tactile sensation about you ?"She says with her center welling up.

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

"Darling, I love you as well. However, there is someone in this equality that you need to get permission from. I would love to make a baby with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's permit. There are set of thing that I don't need her license for, including us playing, but to create a child, that is something entirely different,"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 ensure that you were still a bequeath participant,"she says to me without even looking up from my chest.

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

I continue on,"Darling, I am more than will to create a child with you. You are many things that most men would want. You're beautiful, you're a intimate dynamo, you are wise, you are hardworking, you have a heart inside you, and your still reasonably young."The survive comment gets me a thrust in the ribs from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably Loretta Young ?"She asks.

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

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

"Ronda, I do be intimate you, there's no denying it. But I worry that you will feel neglected to be routine three in my biography. Have you thought about that ?"I ask.

"More than I care to accommodate. In my head, I think that I can just grow our kid as a ace parent and if you participate then it only benefit our fry, if you choose to not participate then I've lost nothing since I'm acting as a exclusive parent,"she tells me before raising up to kiss me passionately.

"Darling, you won't have to call forth our child alone. Hell, move into the Chateau with us and betray your home. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be other significant women here as well. In fact, the whole Chateau will be overrun with tyke by future Allhallows Eve,"I tell her. This makes her grinning.

"Would you really want me to move in here ? And, what about all the shootings that have gone on here lately ?"Ronda asks.

"Yes, I would love for you to move in here. As for the shootings, well, the FBI is all over it. In addition, I'm putting a distich more certificate affair in place,"I tell her trying to make her feel safe about coming here.

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

"Yeah, now I got to go humble myself with Jill begging for you to make a babe with me,"she says in a get the better of tone.

"love, this isn't let's make Ronda look bad. Hell, I'll go with you if you would like. I just want her OK before I create another tiddler,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be right ; I do feel something akin to the chemical science between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a inviolable place 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 way. 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 match of the ladies checking their imaginary watches saying,"WOW, Daddy that really was a quickie,"causing the Lady to erupt 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 tabular array, which makes me nervous.

Jill begins,"Saint David, are you willing to make a baby with Ronda ?"

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

"Darling, if you're willing, I'm alright with it. Plus, she could move in here with all of us since we now have lost a couple of people, 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 Saint David being put in time-out for doing something wrong,"Mom asks giggling as she asks ?

"No Mom, naught like that, although maybe we should put him on restriction and take away his plaything,"Jill replies giggling as she says this to Mom. This again causes some laugh from the madam sitting at the dining room table.

"Then what is it ?"

"Dr. Ronda wants to give birth a infant with David,"she says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I slide my rose hip between her thighs lining up my manhood with her hatchway. I gently push just a low bit of my rooster into her wetness. She moans as I begin to enter her. I feel the wetness her woman 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 push in unison. She whispers in my ear,"I will bed 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 weft up.

We match each other's thrusting before I hear her scope her first peak,"OH MY GAWD St. David, I SO making love YOU,"telling me as she cums hard for the first orgasm.

As I'm thrusting into her, out of the recession 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 throw into her again and again, she peaks once again."GAWD DAVID, YOU MAKE ME CUM SO shucks HARD,"as her eyes roll back in her head.

"DARLING, HERE I CUM, LET'S shuffle THAT BABY,"I say to her as I shoot all I have into her wait and accepting womanhood.

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

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

"Hold on a bit, now you gentlewoman are betting on me ? What am I a cavalry, this ain't no KY bowler hat,"I say astonished that now I'm being bet upon. Of trend, 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 pat me on the head like an owner pats their deary dog."Nice boy, you made Mamma some money,"smiling as she said that.

Something in my foreland made me think about tomorrow being Monday. I ask everyone to head back to the TV room once again. I see a couple of eye rolls, but everyone forefront back there.

I put some underdrawers on and my usual egg white tee shirt and principal to the TV room as well, dragging Dr. Ronda behind me.

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

I stand at the room access to the room,"Tomorrow is Mon. I would care for everyone to go to their line of work as common. We won't be deterred from our convention routines. Those who are here, need to check the certificate tv camera from time to time. Tomorrow I'm going to approach the metropolis Council to see if they will deal me the route that leads to our home, maybe they'll just be happy that there is one less road that they will have got to maintain and let me have it for a reasonable cost,"I tell everyone.

John and Marcus come into the TV way all sweaty. They have completed their task and the ice truck is now empty. Dakota begins dialing up for a motortruck size of it tow truck to come to pick up the ice truck and take it over to the place that all the limo get fixed.

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

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

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

"maitre d'hotel, this is Jacques Louis David Greene. It occurs to me that the ice truck in my court might have two or three bullets in it. There are three bullet holes, so if they didn't come out the other English, your forensics team may be capable to find them,"I say to him.

"I'll send them right over. They should be there in about an time of day or less,"he tells me.

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

We end the call.

"What's that haphazardness ?"I ask.

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

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

"Daddy, are we dismissed ?"Dakota asks.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed,"

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

"Remember, occupy your antepartum vitamins or no coffee,"I say to her grinning. She playfully slaps me on the shoulder before kissing me and walking away swinging her cunning ass at me.

Bobby comes around the niche and asks me if it was OK to make tonight taco-night. I told him it was fine. He said that he and Sammy have differing meat flavourer and would like everyone to try each one and open them a preference.

In my promontory, it sounded like fun.

"Hey guys, do we have all the fixings in the house, or do we need to make a grocery entrepot run ?"I ask.

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

I was thinking that this could be a fun night."Be indisputable to harbinger to everyone that tonight is taco nighttime. Oh, and I hope I don't have to tell you that John will probably eat a dozen or Thomas More tacos,"I say to the chefs.

"We're already prepared for him,"Sammy replies.

"Nice !"

Bobby and Sammy both go around telling everyone that tonight is Taco Sunday night and there will be a contest that everyone needs to take part in. I see everyone's eye brighten up, including my newest lover/baby Creator Dr. Ronda.

"Guess I'll have to bask the spicy food for thought before I'm meaning,"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 foods all that well. Bobby tells her that they have already figured that and will make a small separate pan of meat with virtually no seasoning which made her smile.

I look around and take stock of the honorable things that are happening here.

The CG boys are dating porn Twin. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want infant from me. Diane is meaning with toilet's baby and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are marvellous char who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio apartment job. BJ and Danni are marvellous sexually charged women that are both beautiful as well as being smart. Missy will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to meet with. Belinda seems to be working hard with Allison as well. Aurora has fit in well here and her cleaning service of process has taken the load off Amy to run the house. The two chefs are shady in addition to being tremendous cooks. John the Evangelist, 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 ‘ nookie'to a mature young man that accepts responsibility and has a much more mature demeanor.

Amy has really begun to flourish in the function of keeper of the house. Getting the cleansing service was perfect. Now she can focus on just running the house and not being a hard worker to it.

And then there is Mom. She's beautiful, she's sexually a dynamo. Clearly, she and Fred have found some form of happiness. Mom template me when I find myself in a difficult post. I am very glad to have brought her to the West seashore and helped her sell her stuffy mansion in the Hampton, for which she got the highest total 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 unemotional person valet always looking out for the home's safety. His two nephews have been wonderful guarding the castle mentality. Now that they are dating the pornography twins, I'm sure that their sentience of security will amp up when demand be.

Gospel According to Mark Newberg's departure and his nieces Kim and Kay choosing to move out disappointed me. Tina moving away to her Mom's star sign in Phoenix made sensory faculty, but still bummed me out a bit.

Thinking about Tina made me think that we will spend in on Tina and determine on her on the way back from our due east Coast/Tampa trip.

I checked with Dakota to make surely everything was set up with the jet for an early dawn Tues departure. We discussed going to DC first, then down to Atlanta to see this edifice that Jennifer is trying to defecate a pot on, and then on to Tampa. On the return, we will stop over unannounced in phoenix to take a look 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 feature time with the new baby, our baby.

Thinking about our three fraught madam, Diane is the first due in mid to late May. Dakota is succeeding to be due in late June. Jill due after the fourth part of July and now, if I get Dr. Ronda pregnant before Christmas, she'll be looking at an August or Labor Day due engagement. I laughed at my own joke ; she goes into labor on proletariat Day.

CHAPTER 5

As dinner time approached, Bobby and Sammy gathered us all to come to the dining elbow room table. No one was surprised that John had his ass in a death chair before anyone else. Although when Diane walked up to the mesa, Saint John the Apostle 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 grateful that he only has one Lady pregnant.

Bobby and Sammy announced that dinner was served. He made it clear that the ma'am 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 centering to hail to greaser Sunday. Paula went down the hallway and came back seconds later telling all of us that she ‘ was busy ’. We all laughed as the lady got up and made their tacos.

The hard-crispy shells were going at a pace of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded lettuce, diced tomatoes, dark cream, cheddar cheese and Monterey diddley cheeses all shredded, both impudent and pickled cayenne pepper, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, assorted hot sauces, a red-pepper based breakwater and a sweet tangy sauce.

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

Diane took a small sum of both fate of essence and made two similar tacos, both with the flour tortilla. She put meat, lettuce, diced love apple, and shredded Cheddar cheese. She also took a spoonful of the mango-lime salsa, which she said tasted like aught that she has ever had. That made both chefs smile as did me.

Jill and Dakota must have taken run through family from John. They both took 4 crunchy greaser racing shell each. Two scale for each meat. They put the meat in the case then covered it with the fixings that they wanted.

John, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the porn twins, the CG son, and Allison might be. St. John and I both got up and went outside. John went to the twin's door telling the four of them that it was wetback night and that their bearing was being missed at the dinner party table.

I headed over to the studio. Again, I knocked and once again no answer. I opened the doorway quietly to see Allison on the front end of the photographic camera with Belinda holding the camera. Once again, it was a onanism scene. I just stood there watching until Allison noticed me and stopped.

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

"I'm sorry ladies, but dinner is served and your bearing or deficiency of it is noticeable. It's Taco Sunday and the chefs would like you to participate in their little contest about who's seasoner is better,"I tell them smiling. This makes Allison get up and Belinda put the camera down on the sofa. They both walk with me back to the main house.

Once we are back inside, I see the smut twins with the CG boys all sitting together. They don't think that I see it, but each couple is holding the hand of their mate. I just smile as I walk by them.

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

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

The eating and socializing go on for a brace of hour. The CG boys regale us with tales of some of their amazing adventures working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the evening telling us about being aboard the ‘ Big joint ’. All in all, it was a delightful time. A time that we all needed to let the stress of the Recent result just go by.

As the dinner party began to wind down, I asked Dr. Ronda to appease the Nox, but she said she had to get back home as she has a few patients in the infirmary that she needs to chat before heading to the office in the morn. Before she leaves, she does make mention that moving in here would keep open her about a half an minute of drive fourth dimension as it is so much penny-pinching to the infirmary that she works out of.

"Just one of the affair in the life of a doctor,"she tells me. I kiss her and walk her out to her car. I poke the buttons to open the garage door and the presence gate. I watch her drive off thinking how the sister will be so beautiful, all because of her.

I close the gate then the service department door. Before I head back inside, I'm cornered in the service department with Jill.

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

"Of course of instruction, I am. We discussed it before she ever came to ask you. She was all nervous that you would wee-wee her beg or embarrass 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 uneasy that Dakota and I are already pregnant with your youngster and now Dr. Ronda wants one as well ?"

"Actually, I feel quite honored. You and I had discussed this in bed a distich of times. Until she told me, I never knew that one of Dakota's enigma was to cause a baby and it really shocked me that she chose me as the founder. Now, Dakota says that I look at Ronda differently than any other of the playgroup,"I say to Jill.

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

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

"You realize that I'm still a woman, not just your married woman and a shipboard soldier,"she replies.

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

Jill steps forward, puts her implements of war around me and osculate me. We hold the kiss for several minutes before we break and head back inside.

When we get back inside, we hear all the strident laughter from the radical. Apparently, somebody challenged John that he couldn't eat another 12 greaser, fully loaded. He was currently eating figure 7 and didn't look like he was slowing down a bit.

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

John finished telephone number 7 and Menachem Begin at number 8. In my head teacher, I was sure that this was Dakota's doing, but a few min 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 whoremonger's eating habits, it would be Jennifer.

whoremonger finished bit 8, then 9, then 10. At act 11, John showed a major slowly down. He struggled through the taco. He just stared at taco telephone number 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a couple of pickled jalapenos underneath all the fixings. She let the juice from the chili pepper dribble all over the meat before adding the fastening.

John picked up the taco 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 detail in the taco, John swallowed the sting and yelled,"Holy piece of ass ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the fridge and poured himself a big glass of milk, sat back down and took another immense chomp. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big drink of milk. On the final examination bite, he dangled the bit over his mouth before shoving it in. The girls all laughed as Jennifer had to bridge player over the money collected to Gospel According to John.

John the Divine counted the money and gave me half of the winnings. I just told him to maintain it. I knew in my tenderness that he would have a solution to the private ingredient that his mother has put in the taco.

Bobby and Sammy both laughed out trashy asking lav if he wanted any more than tacos. This drew laugh from everyone. All in all, toilet had made over $ 100 from that little bet. His female parent said it was the advantageously money spent on trick in a retentive while.

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner table. Mom went over to the petty pan that the chefs had waiting for her with slight to no spice. She took a spoon and kissed each one on the cheek telling them the meat was perfect. Fred let her progress to a plate before he made one for himself. He took 4 hard taco shell filling two each with each sum. He really didn't take much of the fixings. He took some lettuce, some diced tomatoes, and some shredded cheddar cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the table to vote for the meat. Pan one, the xanthous pan. Pan two the bluing pan. As I went around the board it seemed to go back and forth yellow-bellied, disconsolate, yellow-bellied, blue, sorry, yellow and on and on.

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

As the night went on, the great unwashed began heading to bed since tomorrow was a working day. Jill and I were one of the last ones to provide the board with Dakota following us to our bed. I stripped down, Jill did the Lapplander, as did Dakota. We all snuggled up together and drifted off to catch some Z's.

I opened my eye checking that I had put my phone on the charger, which I had before I drifted off to catch some Z's with my two Darling all snuggled up to me.

Yes, being that chauffeur that minute in my sprightliness changed things for the better.

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