The Chauffeur ( # 43 ) Fighting cover

BY PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

Waking up with a refreshed Jill was a delightful way to spread my eyes. For the first tie in a long while, Dakota did not kip in my bed. I got up and headed towards the bath for my sunup ritual. I shaved and I showered.

Once I was through, I went back out to the bedchamber where my darling married woman was still sleeping. I put on clothes to channelise towards the Hawk today as my 24 hours of staying at the Chateau is now over.

I unplug my phone, grab my wallet and keys and a pair of shoes and socks. I quietly leave the bedroom and head towards the kitchen. Once I'm in the kitchen, Dakota and John are already there. St. John the Apostle, of course, is eating a bowl of grain. Dakota, my darling, is sitting quietly having a cup of coffee.

Bobby and Sammy ask if I want testicle or something else for breakfast. I agree eggs sound effective. They begin to get me respective scrambled bollock with Sir Francis Bacon and some fried spud. can finishes his stadium of cereal and asks for some egg as well.

Both John Lackland and Dakota are dressed for oeuvre. Slowly, people file out into the kitchen area. I hear what sounds like rainwater. I look out the figurehead windows and see that it is pouring severe. I think to myself ; do I head to run today or stay here at the Chateau ? My mind leans towards heading to the Hawk.

Over the next half time of day or so, people come out to the kitchen. Bobby and Sammy offer them breakfast. Most of them take the offer. I check the time and head back down to the bedroom to attain sure she is awaken and beginning to get cook for work. When I open the bedroom door, there sits my gorgeous married woman doing her hair at her makeup table. I sneak up behind her and kiss her from hind end. She moans as I put my arms around her from fanny.

I kiss her again and head back out towards the kitchen once again. I realize that I still don't have my laptop computer, nor does Jill consume her towboat. I think about using computers at the office.

Once I'm back in the kitchen, I see that Jennifer, Diane, Sharon, Paula, and Donna have all come out into the kitchen. Three of them are eating some nut and bacon from the chefs.

"Hey guys, could we receive a nice pork joint for dinner tonight ? Maybe fresh made mashed murphy and either some Daucus carota sativa or green noodle along with one of your delicious Caesar salads. Is that possible ?"I ask.

"No Saint David, we don't make anything like that. Maybe we will have some Warren Burger from Red robin redbreast delivered…. ha, ha, ha,"Sammy says to me causing me to laugh a bit with his sarcasm.

BJ and Danni are both dressed wonderfully. I think to myself that we need to pretend sure that we are rotating a dyad of the masses from the hawk to ensure that Danni gets a lunchtime.

Noticing the time once again, I suggest that we should pop heading towards the vehicles in the service department and ride to work. Paula and Donna both get into their vehicle. St. John the Apostle unlocks the garage door by removing the carabiner from the track.

Dakota, Sharon, and I get into Dakota's BMW. John, Jennifer, and Diane all get into John's hand truck. Jill, BJ, and Danni all get into Jill's Mercedes. All five vehicles leave the garage and walk through the front gate to steer towards work.

We are all driving carefully as we haven't had hard rain in quite a while. In fact, it probably has been 6 or 7 week since we have had any rainwater at all. When we get to the Hawk, we all find a parking daub on the second level. Once parked, we walk across the paseo into the building. We all say hello/good morning to the security measures guard and get on the elevator to head up to the top floor.

Once I am there, we all get off the elevator. Sharon, Danni, Jennifer, and Diane all head to their desks. I head to my own desk as well. Jill and BJ head into one of the conference suite to accept room to spread out their paperwork. We all begin to dig into our jobs. I open my data processor to chink the oeuvre emails once again. As I scan the electronic mail, I don't see any threatening emails this time. I check with Jill and she doesn't have any suspicious emails either.

I begin my usual sorting of e-mail. I scan them and receive one from Rob, the IT guy. He discusses thing that his group think need to be addressed regarding our computer system of rules. He suggests that we put some new servers into turn. He also suggests that we upgrade directly from Microsoft the security platform to protect our company. His business suggestions make a totally lot of sense and I give him the green light to give the changes. However, I ask if we should preserve his group on faculty, so he isn't overloaded with projects. I figure that I'll get a reply either later today or tomorrow.

I begin to go through the ‘ read-only'e-mail, version and deleting them. I hear Jill swear a bit coming from her conference room. BJ is apologizing and heading to the printer to get whatever Jill sent there. In my head teacher, it seems as if BJ is doing quite well for Jill.

As I get back to my desk, I see the clock on my information processing system tell me that it is nearly 11 am. I think to myself that we probably need to orderliness lunch to be delivered since it is still raining. As I'm looking over the restaurant computer menu's online, Danni comes to my office room access and tells me that there is soul here who would like to speak to me. I get up and follow her spine to the reception surface area. As I approach the area, I see a Los Angeles Policeman.

"Hello, I'm David Graham Greene. I understand that you wanted to see me ?"I say to the officer.

"Yes, sir. I'm Officer Saint James Williams. I need you to come with me,"he tells me. I'm completely lost."Let me get my assistant,"I tell him. He lets me make out that he needs only me and not any of my assistant. He has me wondering what is going on and I get my raincoat and we head out. I tell Danni to let Dakota and Jill know that I have left with Officer William Carlos Williams. She assures me that she will let both of them know.

officeholder Williams and I head down to the second storey. We take the crossing over to the parking garage. I say hello again to the security system guard as we head over to the service department. Once I'm in the garage, I see his squad car. He unlocks it and we both get into the front seats. He turns his information processing system on its side and slides it down towards the floor. I strap into the seatbelt and off we head.

"Officer Roger Williams, where are we headed ?"I ask.

"To a offence scene Mr. Greene. Your presence is requested by our investigator,"he tells me. I'm at a total loss. However, as we head across town, the letter that I passed along to Agent Longmire comes to my judgement. Did the Mexican Drug corporate trust get to someone that I know ? I'm not sure whom it might be as everyone was accounted for last night. As we turn the corner, I know who it is. He parks in front of the star sign. We both get out and channelize up to the figurehead door. I meet Detective James. He tells me that he requested me to fall to this crime vista.

police detective James carefully takes me inside the house. I take a couple of stone's throw inside and stop. The sustenance room is covered with blood everywhere. There is blood spraying on the far wall, there is line of descent on the livelihood room couch and all over the coffee table with a large puddle of origin at the feet of the person who is underneath the sheet.

"How long has she been dead ?"I ask.

"About 12 hours. I'm assuming that you know who is underneath the sheet,"the police detective says to me.

He takes a nook of the sheet and pulls it back. I'm stunned, so much so, I head outside to puke my intestine out. I lean over the railing on the forepart step to upchuck into the plantation owner next to the presence steps.

detective Williams stands behind me watching me puke my guts out. I have never seen anything so vehement ever before in my entire life."This is an old girlfriend who left my star sign yesterday. We had a fight. I asked her to leave. My assistant called a cab to get her home. Are there any witnesses ?"I ask.

"Mr. Graham Greene, do you know who this is ?"he asks me.

"Yes. It's morning. Her company just started working for me cleaning my house. Has anyone contacted her boss, Saint Patrick ?"I ask.

"Yes, he's on his way. Another officer is bringing him,"the detective tells me.

"police detective, have you been in contact with Agent Longmire of the FBI ? She has been chasing a Mexican Drug Cartel who has been threatening to dispatch someone that I know. I gave her a DVD of my house for the past 24 hours yesterday. I also gave her a letter that I received threatening to do this,"I tell him. He pulls out his small notepad and begins to make notes. He asks me for inter-group communication data for agent Longmire. I call up her contact info on my jail cell phone and hired hand the telephone set to the detective.

"Thank you, Mr. Greene. I need you to stick around around for a few minutes. I have a few questions for you,"he tells me.

I sit down on the straw man steps. My abdomen is still veridical queasy. I don't bed how a great deal clip has passed before another police fomite arrives. Patrick gets out of the car and plosive speech sound. He knows the menage as well and doesn't take a whole step towards the menage. He, instead just stands leaning against the police fomite. I look at him, trying my best not to cry as my oral sex keeps flashing back to the force that I saw inside.

Patrick comes over to me and sits down on the steps as well. The rainfall is coming down on both of us.

"Is it Aurora ?"he asks.

"Yes, it is. You don't want to go inside. It's possibly the most tearing thing that I have ever seen. I can't believe that this has happened. Patrick, I'm so regretful. I'm sure she was murdered because of me,"I tell him. He just shake up his head telling me that it's not my fault. She should have been rubber inside her own domicile, which obviously she wasn't.

We both just sit on the dance step staring out to the street and the number of police force cars that are parked there. I see a news van pull up and get out with a camera operator and a reporter. The uniformed constabulary stop them at the street and set about answering their interrogative. I see the cameraman do a sweep oar of the front of the mansion. I bow my head and face down at the solid ground. Patrick gets up and question towards the news newsman asking them to halt taking word picture of his acquaintance who was murdered. The newsperson tried to ask several question only for Patrick to turn and walk away from them.

Patrick comes back over to me and sits down future to me on the steps."You were saying that you believe that you caused this to happen to Aurora. What makes you believe that ?"he asks me.

"I received a letter yesterday threatening my group that somebody I know will be murdered. I never in my baseless dreams believed it would be aurora,"I tell him

"David, you're not to pick. Whoever did this is the person to blame,"he tells me. I'm quite impressed that he is so calm, but then again, he hasn't seen the inside and the horrible way things are.

The investigator spends another couple of hours asking both St. Patrick and me interrogation. We answered all of his enquiry. However, before the tec let us go, Agent Longmire showed up. She spent several minutes chatting with the Detective. Once they finished their conversation, she came over to see me and Patrick.

"Saint Patrick, this is Agent Longmire. Agent, this is Patrick. This is the somebody that I was asking both of you to occur with my married woman and me to dinner,"I tell both.

"Mr. Patrick, I'm sorry that we met under these condition. Also, I'm sorry for your loss,"she tells him. She flips outdoors her notepad and begins asking me questions. I, of course, want her to find these scum-bags and take them out of the pictorial matter. She keeps her composure but continues to ask me dubiousness. Once she is finished asking motion, she offers both Patrick and me a ride back to where the police force picked us up from.

Saint Patrick and I got into her fomite. She headed back to the point where the constabulary picked us up. She dropped off Patrick first, then took me back to the war hawk. I asked if she could join me for tiffin, she agreed. I directed her to the nice Italian place that Fred introduced us to.

When broker Longmire and I went inside, the owner came right over and asked if Fred and the balance of my chemical group would be joining us. I let him know that it would just be the two of us. He hugged factor Longmire, which I believe that she was completely surprised by that.

He sat us at a table and brought over the usual basket of garlic bread."St. David, how did you know that I love garlic shekels ?"the Agent asks me.

"Um, I didn't. They have big garlic kale here and the owner brings a handbasket of it over to my table all the time,"I tell her.

We had a nice meal. Agent Longmire ordered crybaby Parmesan on a bed of spaghetti noodles. I offered to order her a glass of Chianti, but she declined saying that she was working. She ordered a glass of diet blow instead. I ordered my usual, spaghetti with nitty-gritty sauce and a twosome of meatballs. We sat and had a delightful lunch. When it was all over, I paid the lunch invoice, but Agent Longmire tried to grab the banker's bill, but I was just a tinct quicker. This caused both of us to laugh a bit.

She told me that she thought Saint Patrick was a very bounteous man and is interested in going out to dinner with him and Jill and me. This made me very happy to hear that such a wild act did not dissuade her from wanting to go out with Patrick.

As we finished our meal, we headed towards the forepart threshold to pass on. Oddly enough, Agent Longmire clutched my human elbow as we left. This made me find much better about her.

It was about 20 arcminute to get me back to the Hawk. She dropped me off at the front door, street tier and wished me a near rest of the day. I went inside and up to the top via the elevator. Once I got to the top, I was met by Dakota. She asked what went on with the constabulary. I let her and everyone else know that break of the day has been murdered. several of the ladies, such as Jennifer and Sharon were shocked by the news.

I went inside of the conference room to let BJ and Jill know. BJ was stunned. Jill didn't seem that enervate, but then again, she's a Marine.

The remainder of the good afternoon was spent with me working on my computer reading the ‘ read-only'email and deleting them as they are read.

CHAPTER 2

As the workday came to an end, I saw that it was near 4:30 pm. I called it to be the end of the day for everyone. I saw the great unwashed turning off their electronic computer and putting on their raincoats.

I stood by the elevator door. Dakota and john both came over to me asking what had happened with the Police. I told him that we would have that give-and-take back at the Chateau. He didn't ask another password ; he just stood a few feet away from me waiting for the lift.

As everyone finished up, the group of people by the lift grew. When the bell finally dinged and the room access opened, I let everyone on and stood there just mentation. I suggested that they go ahead down and ship the elevator car back up for me and Dakota.

She took my hand and silently held it as we waited for the elevator to return. It dawned on me that I have no idea what everyone had for lunch.

"Dakota Darling, what did you all have for dejeuner ?"I asked.

"Jimmy whoremonger's sandwiches. We also ordered a couple of salads but most everyone ordered a sub. Why, what did you have for dejeuner ?"she asked me.

"broker Longmire and I went to Fred's Italian restaurant,"I tell her.

"Agent Longmire, eh ? Should we expect her to show up at the house tonight for some playtime ?"Dakota asks but is smiling the whole time.

"No smarty-pants. We just had dejeuner. However, I saw something that caused me to vomit up my gut out. The Mexican Drug Cartel got to Aurora. They murdered her very violently. There was blood everywhere. I've never seen so very much profligate in my integral life. It was horrible,"I say to her. She knows that I'm quite rattled about daybreak. She doesn't say a word of honor, she just stands there side by side to me, holding my deal. When the lift door gouge and opens we both whole tone on and ride it down to the 2nd floor.

At the endorse floor, we get off and take the crossover to the parking garage. Sharon and Jennifer are both waiting by Dakota's car for her and me.

We all get into Dakota's BMW and forefront back towards the Chateau. It is still raining, something that we haven't seen much of in southern Golden State in respective weeks.

I text Amy asking her if the chefs made the pork roast that I asked for this sunrise. She told me that Red Robin Warren E. Burger were waiting for me to get to the firm. Then she texted back that she was just kidding me. I sent her a LOL as Dakota was driving through this crazy atmospheric condition. Clearly, people had forgotten how to push in the rain as we had several people run traffic sparkle and slide into the intersection. Which caused me to tighten my seatbelt.

All I could think about was the horrible shot of Aurora's consistency underneath that plane. What I remember seeing was her throat cut from ear to ear. Several stab wounding and a heater hollow in her forehead with the stemma covering her nerve. It just kept haunting me.

In my head, I couldn't think of how to ready whoever did this pay. When we pull into the courtyard, I begin to formulate a programme on fighting back against our ‘ friends'the Mexican Drug cartel.

As Dakota pulls into the garage, I see John's truck already parked in there. Yet, I don't see Jill's car just yet. I text BJ and ask if they are finale to the house. I get a response from BJ that they are about 5 proceedings away. As we pull into the service department, I just sit in the front man seat thinking about break of day. I want to fight back, but I'm not sure just how to approach it. Dakota puts her hand on my left knee, I look at her thanking God that it wasn't her nor Jill.

It dawns on me that I should use my new PR individual to address the slaying of Aurora. Let the pressing push the police and the detectives to verbalize to dayspring's death. As I hear the service department threshold open and see Jill's car enter the garage, I decide to get out of Dakota's car and head inside. I stand by the door to the menage and delay for Jill to join me.

Once we are all gathered in the garage, I hold the room access open for all the ma'am. Each one gives me a osculation as they go inside.

We all end up in the kitchen, Bobby tells me that dinner will be set up in about 15 minutes, so if I wanted to take a quick cascade, I had enough clock time to do so. I think about it for a moment but decide not to go aim a cascade.

My sound buzzes. It's Agent Longmire.

"howdy factor, why are you giving me a phone telephone call ? Are you asking if you can fall over for dinner ?"I ask chuckling a bit.

"No, smarty gasp. I just spoke to St. Patrick. He said he's still in for the dinner if you are still willing,"she says to me.

"Of course, I'm still in. Is there a dark that works for both you and Patrick ?"I ask.

"How about tomorrow night, both Saint Patrick and I seem to have an opening on our schedule. Where should we match you and your wife ?"she asks.

"At your figurehead door,"I tell her.

"Huh ? I don't understand,"she says.

"It means that I'm sending a car to foot you up,"I tell her.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I'll be happy to motor,"she tells me. However, I won't hear of it, so I tell her that I'm sending a car for her tomorrow Night. She relents and agrees to be picked up.

Agent Longmire tells me that she'll be by tomorrow to the Hawk to bring me both my laptop computer and Jill's tower. I thank her and we end the phone call.

The chefs have dinner quick. John makes a plate for Diane, that included some salad. He also made himself a photographic plate.

As everyone has a plate of nutrient in movement of them, I stand to state what has gone on today with the police.

"OK, everyone, may I give your care for just a couple of mo. John the Divine, will you delight go get the puddle house chemical group ?"I ask.

John gets up and straits out to the pool house. He knocks on the door and brings them into the star sign. They come inside and wee-wee themselves a dinner plate. I send Dakota to get Mom and Fred.

When they come out to the dining room, I decide that I need to let everyone know what happened today.

"I need to order everyone what the Police picked me up for today. They took me to dawn's business firm. I found her murdered. Her pharynx was slit from ear to ear. She had multiple stab wounds all over her body plus she had one one gunshot combat injury in the essence of her forehead. There was blood everywhere. I have never seen such a gruesome situation. It made me go external and regorge my guts out. I now know whom they went after, person that I mistakenly kicked out of our house yesterday,"

"What do we do then ?"Jennifer asks.

"I don't know. But I do sleep with that we need to watch each other's backs. If you have a carry permit, please wear your weapon. If you don't have a carry Trachinotus falcatus, then delight stay with someone who does have one. I don't want anyone here hurt, am I clear about this ?"I ask.

I hear various yeses. I care for all my group and haven't decided how to fight down back. This drug cartel needs an ass-kicking. I decide to put a call into particular Agent Fernandez.

"Mr. Greene, how are you ? federal agent Longmire tells me that you had a bumpy day,"he says to me.

"Jose, I want to bruise them. I want to hire the fight to these dunderhead. They murdered someone and did it in a horrible mode. How do I take the battle to them ?"I ask.

"Do you really want to do that ?"he asks.

"Yes, so very much so,"I tell him.

"Then here's what we're going to do. I have it on good information, that we know where their main den is located. They also have about a XII small office that they store weapon system and people to fight. Care to go after them ?"Fernandez asks me.

"Abso-fucking-lutely Now it's meter to film the fight to them,"I say to Fernandez.

"wellspring, alright then. Put your 5 best shots together, I'll be by to break up you all up in about a half an time of day,"he says to me.

I tap Saint John, Dakota, Jill, Donna, and both the CG boys. I tell the son to get their rifles, as they will be helping us take down some of the Mexican Drug Cartel. I explain that they will be taking key billet to experience the back of the group. I explain that they need to work lots of their .50 caliber ammunition. They should also fetch their scopes. I expect them to postulate a emplacement that is high and able to suffer them when we are attacked, which we will be.

I put tactical waistcoat on the rest period of the others. Everyone going has multiple ammo time. Just as expected, Fernandez shows up with a vauntingly lightlessness Chevy Suburban. Gospel According to John follows with his motortruck and both CG boys. We drive across town and fulfil up with about 40 FBI federal agent. I pick out a rooftop and beam the CG boys to the rooftop to retain a sniper's position.

As they climb the outdoor steel fire ladder, they reach the rooftop in just a duet of instant. They focus their oscilloscope and lay out several cartridge holder of ammunition. They text that they are ready to do some damage.

John and Donna take a office at their side entrance. Jill, Dakota and I take a placement at their front door. About 20 agents are with us at the breast door, another 10 agents are with King John at the side room access, and the residuum of the agents along with factor Longmire take a status at the rearwards door. Special federal agent Fernandez calls on his headset.

"We go in 3-2-1…attack,"he gives the instruction to attack the Drug Cartel.

John and the federal agent with him kick in the side doorway, shooting everything that they see holding a gun. I kick in the front man door and set out shooting everyone that I see inside, along with the 20 or so federal agent that enter with me. Dakota takes a defensive stance outside so if any stalker past us she will take them down.

Several agent kick in the back room access. Lots of gunshot there, a span of federal agent go down. Jill works her way to the agents coming through the rearwards door. She is firing at everything that moves that is not in tactical geared wheel. I am also firing hitting everything that is moving. As one clip empties, I load another taking aim at anyone moving. The agents that entered the battlefront room access with me are taking drug cartel extremity out with precision. I'm sure that the shootout can be heard in the neighbourhood. I have hit and killed 9 cartel members all of whom were firing at myself and the FBI factor. No one was unarmed that we shot at.

The whole operation takes about 20 proceedings. We have shot and killed nearly 50 drug combine people, all of whom have fired their weapons at us. As I check with Fernandez and Longmire, only two FBI factor were hit, neither of them seriously. John the Evangelist said he killed 5 drug cartel guys. Jill took 4 down, killing all four. Dakota got the only one that snuck out the side room access. He took a guessing at her and she put a round of golf between his eyes. Donna says she only got 3 drug combine guys, but she said that the agents around her took down about a dozen guys, making them beat, not wounded.

There is a car full phase of the moon of corporate trust fellow member trying to escape. Both CG boy take several dead reckoning at them and engage out all 5 guys in the car, causing the car to crash into a building across the street. I hear some hooting from the rooftop from the CG son, doing their job as professional snipers.

I check with Longmire and Fernandez. Both are just fine. Longmire says she got 4 and Fernandez says he got 4 as well. I thank them for allowing us to join them. Fernandez calls for an investigating agentive role to interview the early agents. Longmire and Fernandez tell me that I need to take up my people out of here as they violated a big FBI rule. I gather out my people and off we go. We are all wax of epinephrin on the drive home. I do the math in my fountainhead, John the Evangelist 5, Jill 4, Donna 3, Dakota 1, and I got 9. The CG boys got 5. My math counts a total of 27. Fernandez said before we left that they did a quick count and it seems as if all told 53 cartel members have been shot and killed. No cartel member is still alive, they all have been killed.

"Jill, text mortal back at the house, let them make out we are all alright and no one got shot,"I tell her. She grabs her phone and texts the house.

"They tell us, we are insane, but everyone is well-chosen that we took it to them,"Jill tells all of us in John the Divine's truck. We drive base, all of us are amped up on the epinephrine from shooting the cartel extremity. Donna tells us that she hasn't jibe anyone since her mean solar day in the shipboard soldier. However, she is happy that we have hit them where they were hiding. Longmire and Fernandez may suffer invited us, but I am quite sure that they weren't expecting us to take out 27 cartel members out of the 53 Fernandez said were killed. In my top dog, I did some quick maths and figured that it was just above 53 % of my group shooting and killing corporate trust. Now, I wanted to take out a full-page ad taunting the Mexican Drug Cartel, but I know that would only get Fernandez and Longmire into difficulty. I suggested that when we all get home plate that we are to clean our weapon system and reload the ammunition clips.

As St. John the Apostle pulls into the court, I am so majestic of my chemical group. None of them let themselves get shot and all of them took out Drug cartel Members. Gospel According to John parks his truck into the garage and everyone piles out of the truck. We're all chatty about the result.

CHAPTER 3

When we were all inside, Sammy had a series of desserts prepared for all of us. He had another of his mythical coffee cake. He had a cultivated carrot cake with emollient cheese icing, and he had about 5 XII cocoa potato chip cookies. lav took a slash of carrot cake and about 6 cookie. He asked Diane if she wanted anything, but she declined saying that worrying about him made her queasy. He apologized to her, but he wouldn't promise her not to go again. She kissed him and told him that she was all nervous about him going on the fire on the drug cartel. He smiled and told her that he did it to make her safe, she just put her arms around him and held onto her guy.

I can enjoin that the raid on the drug cartel has gotten Donna all amped up….and horny. I see her whisper to Jill ; I'm guessing I know what the rustling is all about. The two CG boy immediately went out to the pool mansion after they stored their rifles in the gun safe. They felt honest taking out the bad guys. I can only guess that if there is worry, it will amount from them taking out the careful of cartel phallus with their .50 caliber go shots. Maybe there will be an necropsy, maybe not. Let's Bob Hope for not.

Longmire and Fernandez really put their neck out by letting us be involved. I need to call up of a way to thank them that won't get them into trouble. Before we left, I thanked the agents that kicked in the front door with me for watching my back during the firefight. Up until then, I had only imagined of ever being in a gunfight, and now, I've been in one and the adrenaline rushing is incredible.

As I suggested, everyone is cleaning their artillery, except for the two CG boys. They're meddlesome getting laid over at the pool house, or at least that's what I was thinking was going on. Brigham Young guys, smut ace girlfriends, plus a large chested roommate that is well known in the porn manufacture as a slap-up blowjob person, what could Fred's two nephews ask for any advantageously ?

Donna is overly chatty. She is talking to Jennifer about a mile a mo. Jennifer is just smiling and letting her run with the conversation. When Donna finally did stop talking, Jennifer excused herself and went over to Saint John. She put her arms around him and told him that she was a nervous wreck the whole prison term he was gone. Her and Diane sat together and worried. toilet told her it was the most incredible affair he had ever done and that I had his back. She didn't need to be intimate that I was on a completely unlike face of the house from him. the true be told, it was the FBI factor that had his backbone, not me.

Jill sat quietly, almost wistful. I went over to her and pulled a electric chair out and sat down.

"ducky, what's going on. You seem more pondering than amped up like Donna and John Lackland,"I say to her.

"It's just how I process killing someone and I killed 4 people today. I haven't snapshot ad killed that many mass since my days in the leatherneck. However, unlike the war machine daytime, I shot from closeup. None of my shots were at mortal that was no Sir Thomas More than 8-10 feet away from me. In the military, I was shooting my weapon system at people that were usually about 100-200 animal foot away. Not the case today. Let me just sue the upshot,"Jill tells me. I kiss her on the face and let her just sit and clean her firearm.

I see no one in the TV room, so I head in there and turn on the TV to see an action picture. I select the picture show ‘ Bad son'with will Joseph Smith and Martin D. H. Lawrence. Something in my brain tells me that the role that Tea Leone plays isn't really acting, it's more like how she really is in life. As I'm watching the picture, Sammy comes over with a big trough of popcorn. I take a fistful and get down eating. My brain is loving this popcorn. It has rattling melted butter, not some powdered butter flavoring nor butter flavored oil ( like at the motion picture theaters ). He also brings out a bowl of cinnamon sugar Zea mays everta. This one I really liked and took control of that bowl.

John the Evangelist came out and sat in the reclining chairman. He asked for the popcorn bowling ball with the substantial butter. Donna filed out and Dakota did as well. I ended up with Donna on one side of me, and as common Dakota on the early incline.

I sat there staring at the TV but was thinking about how lucky my biography has become. I got to do something that virtually no one would ever get to do, go on a missionary post with broker of the FBI. I could receive gotten my family in serious hassle today. I need to conciliate down and check thought and acting impulsively. This could have turned out a great deal regretful than it did.

The shot made the nightly news. According to the tidings, there was a totality of 40 drug cartel members killed as FBI federal agent tried to deliver some warrants, which I thought was a sound binding story.

I was trench in thought and not watching what was going on around me. I finally came back to seeing my little girl, Dakota stuffing her case wide of my cinnamon sugar Zea mays everta. She was giggling at me being off in the aloofness while she pilfered my popcorn.

I pulled her into me and began to vellicate her. That made her squeal with laughter. It's always nice to see her smile and laugh. She's as tough as nails and anticipated my motivation and wants like no one that I have ever encountered. Jill is the demand opposite. She is also goon as nails, but she is much more measured in her ways.

Once Dakota and I settled down and I quit tickling her, Donna put her capitulum on my shoulder. I can recount that Donna needs some strong-arm attention. I put my fingers underneath her chin and pick her head up to osculate me. She ends up putting both arms around my cervix and kissing me for quite a while.

Donna stands up and takes me by the hand. She leads me past Jill, who is still cleaning her weapon and sitting pensively. Donna leads me down the hallway to my own sleeping accommodation. She pulls me inside and keeps going dragging me to my bathroom. There she sheds her dress and steps into the shower bath. I just stood there looking at her beautiful body underneath the water. It was beautiful to find out the H2O cascading down her body, over her wonderful knocker, down her flat tummy, and into the vale of delight known as her pussy.

She turns and summons me with that one fingerbreadth that women use to rally you silently. I kick off my shoes, shed my clothes and step into the shower with her. She comes over to me and puts her coat of arms around my neck opening and pulls me into her, tightly. We had wondrous passionate sex for nearly an minute in the shower. When we finally finished, we took time drying each former off. It has been a piece since I have played with Donna. She is a very loving fair sex, who is a sensual creature. When we are done drying each other off, she wraps a towel around her and leaves the bedroom. I, as usual, put a pair of drawers on and my usual Edward Douglas White Jr. tee shirt. I sat on the sleep bed for a few minutes thinking about the result of the day and how it affected everyone. St. John and Donna are all amped up. Jill pensively cleaning her weapon. Dakota trying to be her silly self. The CG boys, may ingest done the expert matter of all, go have nice sweaty sex with their porn star girl and Belinda.

My brain again thinks about dayspring. How did they get to her ? Did they just come to the door and attack when she opened it ? Did we down the person or persons who murdered break of day ? Are there more out there hiding ? Should I continue to worry about something happening to one of the house appendage ? The questions swirl around in my head.

I head back out to the kitchen as I feel a bit thirsty once again. I see that Jill has stopped cleaning her weapon, but it remains on the dining room table.

"Hey Darling, can I put this in the gun safe for you ?"I ask her. She nods yes and I take the gun and go to the gun good and put it inside on one of the two shelves. I feel a bit gentle about putting the gun in the safe.

Again, as I go back into the kitchen, three heavy guys come to the logic gate once again. They ring the buzzer. I answer,"hi,"I say.

"We're here to fork over something to a Mr. Saint David Greene, but we need to have him sign for it. Please send him out here,"the man with an obviously Russian accent says into our gate speaker.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Henry Graham Greene is not useable right now. please experience disembarrass to leave the package at the gate and someone will fare out to get it,"I say into the speaker.

"When will Mr. Greene be available as this is the back time, we have attempted to deliver this packet,"the Russian sounding man said.

Like I said a few minutes ago, Mr. Greene is very busybodied. If you want to result him the package, then fine we'll come out to get it. Otherwise, you'll have to take over one of his assistants to sign for the package,"I tell the man.

I get no reply, but on the security camera, I see him shrug his shoulders with person else taking the box from the man that spoke. They walk back down the Robert William Service road. Apparently, they must have used Google map to ascertain that we have a service road leading to the figurehead gate.

I texted Fernandez that we were visited by our Russian Quaker again. I made a DVD for whoever will come to pick it up. Making the DVDs made me reckon about Patrick, see what we saw may make him not want to go on the date with Longmire. I decided to anticipate Patrick.

"Hey, Patrick. It's Saint David Greene. I just wanted to holler you and mark off on how you're doing ?"

"Um, I guess I'm doing OK. I had to put an ad in the newspaper for a replacement for break of the day. I mean, she was an unbelievable annoyance in the ass, but when she turned on the charm, she could tempt the socks right off you, but you already know that. You and she dated for a while. May I ask how yearn you dated and how prospicient ago ?"Patrick asks.

"Well, we dated several years ago, before I married my 1st wife. fishy matter, we only dated about a month or two, we were sorcerous in bed, but we were oil and piddle living together. She and I didn't mix outside of the bedchamber,"I tell him.

"I can understand that. We dated for about 5 weeks. I couldn't take her always complaining about how many 60 minutes I work. I mean, I own this patronage and I certainly don't want it to fail because I'm whoring around,"St. Patrick tells me.

"Saint Patrick, are we still on for tomorrow night ? I hope we are because I think the noblewoman, I'm introducing you to will put a smile on your brass. She understands foresighted hours as she probably works somewhere between 60-75 hour a week, sound familiar ?"I ask.

"Yeah, it sort of phone like we are translation of each other. What does she do for a aliveness that she works so many hours ? Does she own her own business as well ?"Patrick asks.

"Nope, she's in law enforcement. Hey, I just thought, you don't have a reprehensible record, do you ?"I say laughing a bit.

"No, no criminal record. Law enforcement you say ? That's interesting,"he says.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to be arrested on your first meeting of her,"I say to him still laughing a bit.

"Hey, I need your address. I'm sending a car to pick you up. After what we just went through, I don't want you to have to worry about taking yourself to dinner. Since I own a limo company, just let me send a car to pick you up. Sound right ?"I ask.

"Yeah, I'm OK with you sending a car for me,"he says to me before giving me his speech. I notice that the savoir-faire is in a prissy part of LA. It 's not Beverly mound, but still a Nice part of LA. Now, I must win over Longmire to give me her home computer address for this to puzzle out. In my drumhead, I thought about how today went and maybe, just maybe Longmire will trust me sufficiency to part with her house address.

I hang up the earpiece from Saint Patrick, now on to Heidi Longmire.

"how-do-you-do Ms. Longmire, this is Jacques Louis David Greene,"I say to her.

"Why hello Mr. Henry Graham Greene, why are you calling ?"She asks.

"To get your savoir-faire. I'm sending a car to break up you up tomorrow night. No backing out of our batch,"I say to her. I get an unusually recollective pause before she finally agrees to give me her rest home address.

"Thank you, Heidi. I assume I have your permit to call you Heidi when we're not talking work ?"I say to her.

"Sure. I'm amercement with that. severalise me a bit more about this guy that I'm being introduced to tomorrow night, and of course of action, where are we going for dinner ?"She asks.

"Well, I decided on longhorn Steakhouse. It's a very relaxed atmosphere, plus I love their food. This guy you're going to be introduced to owns a menage cleansing serve. He's always working trying to make indisputable that his customers are taken precaution of properly. Like you, he is working all the time. Maybe, if you two hit it off tomorrow night you can accept a late-night date. But, that's up to you and him. Jill and I are only doing introductions and feeding both of you. Oh, and I don't want the not eat on affair you women like to do when meeting soul. I expect you to eat a regular meal,"I tell her.

We chat a few more second before we say our adios. I feel better about the escort still being on. Saint Patrick was the one that I thought would bail on the date after Aurora, but thankfully he didn't.

I asked Dakota to dial up Black person Car limo and send a stretch limo to Patrick's address first, then to Heidi's. In my head, I was debating on just picking them up just the two of them, but then again, I didn't want the conversation to be turned to dayspring. I decided that the limo needs to descend here first to clean up Jill and me, then Patrick, and finally Heidi.

I saw Dakota still watching a pic on the couch in the TV elbow room. In my read/write head, if we Jill and I were going to the hawk, then we would require to will about 3:00 pm to get home in time to shower and change, then get into the limo and head teacher to their houses. Of course, in my head, I wondered if we should pick up Heidi first and thus not showing her address to individual she has not checked out. It just made More good sense to me to plunk her up first then Patrick.

Jill was out in the TV room, but she was sitting in the reclining chair, not really participating with anyone. Sammy had brought a sports stadium of popcorn, but she only had a distich of bite out of it. She just set it down on the lilliputian side hold over next to the chair.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up in the morning, I found Jill snoring next to me and a little little beast all snuggled up, ass first into me. I could tell just by the feel of the physical structure that it was Dakota.

I hugged her before I sat up and worked my way down to the foot of the bed to head to the bathroom for my usual forenoon rite. I decide that I need to shave, a nice shave with my razor. The one that I will do tonight will be with my electric razor instead. I step into the shower and take a nice hot shower. Once again, being alone in the exhibitioner only takes a few transactions to get everything clean, including my hair.

When I'm done, I turn off that fantastic hot weewee and footstep out of to dry off and get dressed. I decide that for tonight, it will be dress slacks and a short-sleeved dress shirt and dress shoe. However, right now I'm heading to the hawk, for work.

As I picked my dress out of the closet, I had to wake Jill. I'm a bit worried about her. Hopefully, she has pondered what happened yesterday with the drug cartel. I have the argument in my school principal as to why we should make done what we did with the Feds. I don't want to birth to occupy about Jill and how she is processing as tension often affects a baby during pregnancy.

I shook Jill gently and woke up a grumpy Jill. So far, it seemed as if the rule Jill was back as she hates being woke up. Dakota is tardily, give her a little tremble and she pops her eyes open and gets her day going with a expectant cup of chocolate.

Dakota bounds into the rain shower, as Jill was looking getup over. One for work and one for tonight. I came over to her and kissed her. She smiled and put her weaponry around me and leaned in for a 2d kiss, which I gave her.

"goodness morning dearie,"Jill says to me. I was happy to hear her say those words.

"Did you sleep well, my lamb ?"I ask her.

"Oh yeah, once I had a decent methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine. It settled me down before I came to bed. Of course, I saw Dakota all snuggled up into you sleeping peacefully so I wasn't going to wake you. We have the all appointment that's not a date affair, this evening don't we ?"She asks.

"You mean the innovation dinner,"I tell her even though it could go horribly wrong."Yes, we have that tonight,"she smiles as I tell her that. She picks out a nice pair of jeans and a blank blouse along with a pair of low heels. For work, she chooses a nice chick along with a colorful blouse. I just smile at what I see. When she hears the H2O turn off and Dakota coming into the bedroom, she gets up and heads to the lavatory to get ready.

Dakota, with a towel wrapped around her beautiful little body, flips the back of the towel up to swank me her precious ass. I just smile. As she leaves the bedroom, I still haven't figured out what to get her for Yuletide. The holiday is only about 10 days away and I need to drop some clock time going shopping, however, the two ladies that I love the most I have absolutely no idea what to get either of them.

I see respective phone billing dangling on the bureau and another one on Jill's physical composition table. I grab my telephone off the charger along with my wallet and key and head out to the kitchen. I get there before Dakota, so I turn on the chocolate pot.

toilet is already there eating a bowl of cereal. I see both Jennifer and Diane all dressed for work. I have it in my creative thinker to correspond on Jennifer's progress in solving some of the issues that we had discussed a few days ago.

Paula comes out, looking ravishing and kisses me on the cheek, pours herself a cup of coffee and heads to forge. Donna comes out, also looking stunning. She gives me a passionate kiss, probably from our lovemaking sitting yesterday in the shower. She had a couple slices of toast with a fry concentrated egg between them. I was just sitting at the kitchen table just admiring her beautiful body.

She poured me a spyglass of my pineapple plant juice and put it in front line of me. I watched her eat the fried egg sandwich and fuddle a cup of coffee. When she was done, she tossed her paper home plate into the trash, kissed me again and headed out.

I see that I missed a outcry from broker Longmire. I decided that it was too former to call her back, so I set an alarm on my phone to prompt me to call her in a short while.

Dakota finally came out to the kitchen, and as expected she went right for the coffee pot. She checked my looking glass to pretend sure I had some succus in it. She smiled and sat at a chairman by me.

Jill came out just a few minutes later and boy does she look amazing. I don't know what it was this sunrise, but all the ladies looked grand as they headed out to work. I ask Jill if she will repel us to the war hawk, as we are going to be leaving early, probably around 3, so she has sufficiency time to get set up. I also asked Dakota if she ordered up a limo for tonight, she said she had but that Fred took over and will now be the driver for tonight's dinner. Dakota had already given Fred the speech for both St. Patrick and Heidi.

I was happy to hear everything was all set up. What concerned me was the earphone phone call from Longmire that might change things.

I decide that I have waited long enough and dial her up. I noticed that I'm calling her FBI phone and not her personal headphone, which in my principal was a soundly sign.

"trade good good morning agentive role Longmire. I see that I missed a call from you final stage nighttime, Is everything alright ?"I ask.

"Yeah, everything is alright. I just wanted to get your agenda today so I can work you your laptop and your married woman's tower. We installed two programs to keep any further nasty emails from appearing in your electronic mail box. We have also added a political platform that will propel any bad emails to a personal file in which it will be sent to our IT team who will destroy,"she says to me. I smile now knowing that she isn't trying to bail from the debut dinner.

"My schedule is that both Jill and I will be at the Hawk building downtown and will be leaving there about 3 pm to come nursing home and get set up for an unveiling dinner party with two people whom I think will be a good fit for each former,"I say to her.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way. It's nice to jazz someone is looking out for me,"she says with a bit of a chuckle. I tell her that we will be seeing her about 5-ish and expect to see a limo show up at her presence door. She tries to object politely, but I won't hear of it and just tell her to be ready. She assures me that she will be waiting.

Jill takes me by the bridge player, and we head to her car in the garage. Dakota has BJ and Danni in her vehicle. Sharon rides with privy and Diane. Donna takes her own car to the call meat.

I don't know why, but Amy came popping into my head. I dialed her up and chatter with her asking if everything was going OK. She told me that everything was just hunky-dory. I smiled and ended the conversation.

"Darling, are you set for tonight ?"I ask Jill.

"well, sort of. I certainly could use the night to still be working on the caudex project, but I guess one night won't be all that bad, plus you picked a good restaurant, right ?"She asks.

"I picked Longhorn,"I tell her.

"What meter will the limo come to the house to get us ?"Jill asks.

"I would guess about 4. Fred will be driving,"I tell her. She smiles. I'm guess that she is happy to see Fred do some of our driving once again.

As usual, when we get to the mortarboard, we park on the arcsecond floor and take the crossover to the pillar. Once inside the tower, the security measure precaution tells us good cockcrow as we wait for the lift. When the doors opened, I felt Jill's hand liquidity crisis my ass even though there are about a twelve masses on the lift.

I just smile, not making a scene. It was just Jill's way of teasing me. We ride the elevator to the top. When the threshold open, I see Agent Longmire standing there with two computing device. I walked over and picked up my laptop computer as I was grateful to see that piece of equipment come back into my spirit. Jill took the other computer, the tower and carried it to her desk. I thanked Agent Longmire and told her that I look forward to seeing her tonight, she said she was a bit spooky about meeting this guy. I told her not to worry, if all goes nicely, then she will maybe have individual to chat to who also works all the insane minute. I put my laptop in my back pack pulling out the two DVDs that I made for Longmire. I gave them to her before she stepped onto the lift. From there I went to see Jennifer.

When I got to her desk, I pulled a chair from another desk over and sat following to her.

"Well, how goes the mini-projects that I gave you ?"I ask.

"We are making progress. The old lady who was cleaning toilets has a company to look over now that is handling all the janitorial in the edifice for her. There is a new vendor who is pressure washing the bird of Jove so the outside will birth the curb collection that you are looking for to gibe up with other buildings in DC,"she tells me.

I'm happy that she is making tread at the various labor. I tell her that tomorrow Dakota and I will be heading to Seattle for a fast turn around visit. I go into Jill's office where she and BJ are working hard. I kiss Jill, who is annoyed at me interrupting her.

"Darling, I just wanted to let you know that I'm taking a short trip to Seattle, I see issues that need to be addressed. I may have another run to the Dallas market as there are still issues with the full restaurant sectionalization there,"I tell her.

"will these be on the same trip-up, or will you come home first. I need to live if my boyfriend can make out over,"she says smiling and giggling at me with her caper. I just smile and let her know that it will be two trips and she should schedule him to make two visits. I know that she is working hard so I kiss her and leave the way. I decide not to kiss BJ, for no really reason other than I didn't want to

I look at the clock and see that it is already noontime. I call Dakota over and ask her to call the local jimmy John the Evangelist's and order sandwiches for everyone on the story. She takes her phone and her assistant's notebook to make the sound call. When it was done, she tells me that the nutrient will be here in about 35-40 min, which seems reasonable to me.

I decided that I should try out my laptop to see if the program that the FBI put on the laptop will slow the arrangement down. Taking the estimator out of my knapsack I open it and wrick it on. It boots right up just like it normally does.

I log into the email portal and face at the massive telephone number of emails that I have. 1755 emails. I guess not having my laptop allowed my electronic mail inbox to get overloaded. I started with the usual, looking for multiples of the same. I put them all together and highlighted the remaining one to be read later.

I scanned through the itemisation and saw no more Mexican Drug trust emails. In my head, I was sure that we, along with the FBI have eliminated that entire group from their hiding place, much like roaches. I look at the TV cover on in the breakroom and see that the Mexican Drug Cartel shot is still in the new cps. Although I shouldn't be surprised, with that many bad guys dying it will stay in the news round for various says.

I spend time working my way through the email. When the sandwiches arrive, my darling Dakota joins me in my office. She ordered me a turkey sandwich with wads of mayo and extra tomatoes. To my surprise and delight, she ordered herself a vegetarian sandwich. She also ordered one for Diane as well. However, for Jill, she ordered their three-meat sub. It came with turkey, ham, and joint beef cattle. For me, she ordered what I like the ham and dud, however, she knows that I like both extra mayo and extra tomatoes.

I call several of the other employees into the large conference way to sit and eat. I saw a couple of people not joining in as they took their tiffin out of the breakroom fridge and sat at their desk to eat. That really bothered me, I want everyone to enjoy their lunchtime. Since Sharon is across the table from me, I let her acknowledge that no one should be working during their luncheon hour. She tells me that she will handle that and goes back to eating her sub.

Jill never left her conference room ; however, she did get off BJ out to join us in the big conference way. The older lady, Sultan of Swat replaced Danni at the front end desk. I was very glad to see that happen.

I'm looking forward to the introduction dinner party tonight, but having Fred take us around made me find effective. I whispered in Dakota's ear to dial up the jet as she and I are taking a misstep to Seattle tomorrow. She tells me that after lunch that will be taken care of, which made me smile.

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