The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The Investigation Begin

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

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

After finishing my morning duties, I washed my manpower and came out of the can looking at my two pin-up still sleeping. I put on a pair of short and a tee shirt and headed out to the kitchen grabbing my phone off the battery charger on the way out.

Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of juice and just sat at the kitchen table seeing Bobby and Sammy still putting affair 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 switch and the coffee pot roared to life making both ladies smile.

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

Jennifer started,"Are you kidding us, David ? He's been trying so hard these past few months to emulate you that how could he NOT bet and act Sir Thomas More mature. holy dirt, you are old enough to really be his sire, and for that, I am so thankful. Many clip, when I hear Dakota call you ‘ pop'I think that maybe John should be calling you the Same thing. You have done more for him in the by few months than his biologic Father-God ever did,"she says to me with a big smile on her face.

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

beholding 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 opine a moment as to what day it was, but then remembered it was Sunday. I heard a knock at the front doorway. Jennifer got up and went to the door, opening it carefully. A large man with half an unlighted cigar in his mouthpiece showed her his FBI designation. She asked why he was here, and he told her that he needed to speak to me. She called out to me.

When I reached the front room access, I opened it wide and invited the man inside. He declined and asked me to step outside, which I did.

I saw various agents buzzing around taking motion picture and measurements.

"hi, Mr. Henry Graham Greene. I'm Captain Perez. President Washington sent me to treat the investigation of yesterday's shot,"he told me.

"Well, police chief, it's St. David. Mr. Henry Graham Greene is my decease Father,"I tell him.

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI communications protocol requires me to call you Mister until the case is wrapped up,"he explains which was the start time person had rebuffed my try to be called David, which I was fine with since it made sense.

"Well, Captain. Let me ask, how are all your agents ?"Looking at him, causing me to squint a bit looking towards the aurora sun.

I stepped a duet of step to his side to void looking into the sun. He turned with me and said,"All the agents are fine. The most serious one was factor Don…um…hold on for a instant while I check my bank bill. Oh, here it is, Agent Don McHenry. Yes, he's fine. The hospital stitched him up and sent him home late hold out night,"he tells me.

I summon Sharon over and enjoin her the news program. She kisses me on the impertinence and runs off to get her phone. In literally sec, I see her chatting with someone, whom I assume is federal agent Don. I see her grinning. She puts her telephone set down and comes back to me telling me she is heading over to his firm to ‘ take maintenance of him'all the while she is smiling her big beautiful smile. I check with the sea captain to make sure it is OK for her to leave behind, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

She quickly heads off to alter clothes and go see Agent Don.

Captain Perez begins,"Mr. Graham Greene, I hope you understand that it's nix personal, but you are a defendant as well,"he tells me in a earnest manner.

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

"How can you do that ?"

"I can pretend you a DVD of all of our security tv camera in just a few minutes if you are occupy ?"I ask.

"Absolutely,"he tells me.

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

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

"Mr. Graham Greene, do you sustain a copy of the former shooting your house took a couple of workweek ago as well ?"

"Of course, would you like a transcript of that as well ?"I ask him. He nods his drumhead in approval. I wait for yesterday's shooting to be copied to the DVD magnetic disk before I callup the early shot and begin to copy it as well.

I put the first DVD into a well-defined sheath and bridge player it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a record of heart out. Bobby begins to wrap up several steaks into a expectant patch of tinfoil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 rib into two large piece of music of tinfoil When all the meat is wrapped up, they put the three pieces of wrapped pith into a newspaper bag and hand it to Captain Perez, who tries politely to refuse. They won't hear of it and draw him to occupy the paper bag.

I just smile.

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

"sea captain, may we talk about someone from the City Police for a couple of minutes ?"I say as we are walking back towards the front door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are conversant with a urban center Police Lieutenant Horowitz. I mean, I'm not trusted if Special Agent Fernandez made mention of him in his report card or not,"I say to the Captain.

"Well, yes there were a couple of notations about him, but what do you want to say about Lt. Horowitz ?"He asks.

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

"fountainhead, Mr. Greene, it's more than just an investigation, but I believe that he is on the brink of being indicted,"He tells me putting his digit to his backtalk indicating that I'm not supposed to say anything. I nod my head affirmative to acknowledge his petition for me to be unsounded on the matter.

Once back outside, maitre d'hotel puts his food and the DVDs into his agency vehicle. He reaches into his air hole and hands me his card. I see it has the William Henry Hoover building reference on it from DC.

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

"Yes, I am. There are places that are wonderful to live, but theatrical role of DC are just as ghetto as some of the more long-familiar ghettos across the country such as Watts and South-Central LA. I live in Old Dominion State, but I work in DC,"he tells me.

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

"Which column ?"

"We bought the one that was owned by the Kraft fellowship,"I tell him.

"Oh, I hope you're going to clean that building up. It was built a little lupus erythematosus than ten old age ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is lots of money spent ensuring that buildings stay clean and refined in coming into court, but not the Kraft building. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking charge of it the mo it became occupied,"he tells me, which really surprised me that we would get such an honest perspective of the building.

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

"Where else did you buy ?"He asks.

"Well, 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 blueness Jay,"I tell him.

"That will be squeamish to alter the names to ease up people the understanding that ownership has changed,"the Captain says.

"We're also looking at one in Atlanta, that if we get it, we will call that one the Falcon and one in genus Phoenix that we will prognosticate the Richmondena Cardinalis, there's also a potential difference one in Dallas that we would call the predator,"I tell him.

He nods indicating he understands but asks,"I see some of the doll coincide with sports team, Atlanta, Toronto, and genus Phoenix. However, some don't make any sense,"he says to me.

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

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

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

"Why, yes. My first wife made me impart them up. She hated the aroma of them so instead of constantly arguing with her, I just drop out them."I tell him.

He hands me the cigar, trill my helping hand and goes back to gibe on his agent's progress on the investigation.

I turn and go back inside.

CHAPTER 2

I see John is now up and eating. I just smile and giggle to myself. Bobby comes over to me and asks how many steaks or ribs would I like to eat, or would I prefer them to cook me a regular breakfast ? I followed trick's leash and took the ribs asking for 5 with some white potato vine salad if there is any left.

"Any left, there's maybe 6 or 7 gravid bowls of potato salad available,"Bobby William Tell me. He begins to heat up the rib and caput to the big kitchen to get another bowl of white potato vine salad.

John isn't saying a word ; he just keeps shoveling the food into his mouthpiece. I see him with a glass of juice, no indigence to ask what season the juice is.

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

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

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

"William Ashley Sunday,"I tell her.

Her oculus get magnanimous and she says,"darn. Where are my clothes ? I have a shifting at the restaurant at 2,"she says in a much more frantic manner.

"Darling, I believe that your apparel are on the floor in the garage future to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Friday dark,"I say to her smiling the whole time. This makes John the Evangelist snort while eating.

missy gets up and heads out to the garage. A few arcminute later she came back privileged 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 follow her out to the garage. I undo the carabiner from the track and raise the room access, pushing the undetermined push. 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 federal agent. I poke the push button and open the front gate. She slowly drives her car through the logic gate and down the road. I close the gate as I see police captain Perez watching me.

I hit the button to shut the service department door and walk back inside.

After bathroom finishes, I ask him to grow all the security shutters to provide the sunshine into the house. He tosses his denture with the vacate finger cymbals into the trash and movement to the buns of the star sign to get raising the shutters. His speech sound buzzes.

"Hello, this is John. No, you promised me that your measuring bozo would be here today, not tomorrow. So, here's the architectural plan. If you are determined to not show up until tomorrow, you will see the company who has taken your job. Otherwise, you have until 3 this afternoon to possess your measuring people here. Thank you and feature a nice day,"he says without raising his phonation or being filthy. I am very proud of him. He's handling himself with expectant maturity and demeanor.

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

It dawns on me that I haven't seen any of my tenant nor the CG son since yesterday. I'm pretty sure I know where they all are but decide to get up and go confirmation for myself. I walk out to the pool star sign 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 first cousin and both Gemini the Twins are fine. I thank him and head over to the studio.

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

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

I offer my services to avail Belinda reach that all problematical coming. She nods in approval. I move over to her and pull on her ramification sliding her physical structure down to be flat tire on the ground. I lay between her legs and begin to puzzle out her woman ; I only get a few minutes in before there is a knock at the studio door. I here John the Divine announce himself asking if I was in there.

Allison tells him that I am, but I am rather fussy currently, which makes Belinda grinning as she begins to squirm her coxa 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 land up what I have started since Special Agent Fernandez's timing is rather pathetic,"I say getting up from between Belinda's legs and pass over my grimace off with a towel I see on the retort. I head out pulling the room access closed behind me and head inside. Once I was inside the house, I saw Special agentive role Fernandez standing by the front man door with an envelope in his hand.

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

"I'm just stopping by to have 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 problem,"Fernandez asks me.

"No, no problem. You keep bringing me unexpected bank check,"I say to him causing him to smile.

I offer him 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 entrance hall to Jill. I helping hand her the hindrance and smile.

"Nice,"Jill says looking at the check.

I got to thinking about how I had stopped reading Bob's diaries. I looked for the one that I had started. I found it in the living room, next to the lounge on an end board. I picked the record book up and settled into the lounge to read some More. One item that I saw which interested me was a street sign company. Bob made a sound full point that most if not all street signs seem to be universal. As he put it in the Holy Writ,"A stopover sign is just that no thing where it might be posted in the US,"making note that it is possible for a company to bid on DOT contract and realize and ship to the versatile positioning the signs.

I find a pen in the ligature of the book and circle this estimation.

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

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

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

As John works his way around the glower level of the house, Diane comes out and begins to help him. I see them stealing buss 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, pappa,"she says to me.

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

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

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

After just a mates of minutes, Sammy has the intact trading floor vacuumed and he wraps up the cord and hands it back to Amy.

I put the diary from Bob into a draftsman in the kitchen and head to my berth to log onto my computer.

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

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

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

I turn on my laptop and get prepared for Rob's email. Once loaded up I read the heading,"DANGER testament ROBINSON, DANGER,"I smile because I know of Rob's love for old TV shows, such as ‘ doomed In Space ’.

I open the electronic mail and it reads,"wellspring, as you anticipated, I found several former employees that have not been terminated off the system. Three of the sawbuck tracks that you sold have all their employees still active in our system of rules. I terminated all the employees from the horse racecourse. Out of curiosity, did you learn any casinos ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own THREE cassino. One in OK, one in Florida, and one in Arizona. The three sum of more than 3,000 employees. I have made a inclination of them but demand your commission on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

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

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

"How did we adopt them ?"Jill asks.

"I have no earthly idea. 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 Hawk, but I'm not sure where we are on the other group,"I reply.

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

Jill picks up her cell sound and telephone dial up Rob.

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

"well, kind of. I mean the group that Saint David sent me from the mortarboard was a huge assist, but now finding these four casinos,"he says before I stop him.

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

"well, they are in three states, but there are four casinos. One in OK, one in Florida, and two in genus Arizona. One near Tucson and one in Phoenix,"he tells us.

My mind wash 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 hebdomad, why don't we stop over in Phoenix to jaw Tina and check on this casino that we own,"I say to Jill. She readily agrees.

CHAPTER 3

I see another email that interests me. It's from Roger. It reads,"I heard about the shooting at your home. I guess the fools are stupid, shooting up a party that is full of FBI agent and their syndicate. You need to set a programme in space when something like this happens, whether you are at the star sign or not. You may not be the target as you have three ma'am who are meaning. The bad guys may call up that your failing is through them,"he writes.

I reply that I agree with his opinion that they may target the three pregnant gentlewoman, but I joke ‘ guesswork they haven't met Dakota yet ’.

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

I check the e-mail bit and see that there are 311 emails. I round up the ones that are duplicates and delete them before I begin to read the single labeled ‘ read-only ’. My task is to read and delete them, getting my electronic mail box empty. It takes about two time of day to read all the electronic mail.

"Hey, Hun, what do you cogitate about getting Saint John the Apostle a truck of his choice ? I think that he is getting frustrated with riding in Diane's car all the time. I was thinking of maybe a Ford hostile expedition. I don't want him to get a pickup as everyone he knows will always ask him to facilitate them go their stuff,"I tell her.

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

"No,"I say to her.

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

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

In the kitchen, I step on a lowly sherd of glass all the way out into the dining room. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our low aid kit offering to assume upkeep of this for me. She squirts it with hydrogen hydrogen peroxide, drying it with a piece of cotton fiber wipe and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ hullo kitty'Band-Aid. This garners several hoots and comments from the group. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ hello Kitty'Band-Aid.

As usual, Dakota did a ok job of taking precaution of me. It is still bothering me that I haven't thought of something for Dakota yet.

I look around and decide to gather everyone that is inside the menage currently.

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

It takes a few arcminute, 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 lieu regarding this mansion and a DoS of lockdown. First, let me bug out with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a seat on the trading floor, no thing where they are. The closest I to any windowpane will prod the push to drop the security measures shutters. Those who have a carry permit will retrieve their firearm, attaching it to their hip until the completely consequence 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 Saint John is here. He becomes in charge. 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 buck private residence and he is not welcome. Should both John and Dakota not be here, then any of the four gentlewoman Donna, Paula, Jennifer, or Sharon are to be in charge. If I call anyone and recount them to use computer code 69, I expect that the house is to be locked down no thing what. Does anyone not see what I've described ?"I ask.

No one has anything to say.

"Alright, prison term for a quiz,"I say to some surprise faces.

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

Paula raises her paw to answer the doubtfulness,"Um, You and Jill are in heraldic bearing. We are all to get on the base. If you happen to be by a window, then it is your responsibleness to shed the security department shutters,"she says.

"THAT'S RIGHT !"I say happy to hear that at least one person is listening.

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

Again, Paula raises her manus,"If you three are not here, then toilet is in accusation,"she tells every one of us.

What does code 69 mean ?"I ask.

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

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

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

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

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

"Use your best judgment,"I tell everyone.

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

John, Donna, Diane, Marcus, Amy, Missy, Danni, and dawn. I do the genial maths in my head, ‘ this should spend the $ 250K and maybe even a bit more ’.

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a smash on the front line door. Again, Jennifer opens it to see headwaiter Perez complete with his half a cigar that he is chewing on.

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

I come to the room access,"Hello Captain,"I say to him.

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

We shake hands and he says as he is leaving,"Ever make it to DC and we can go have 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 radical of FBI agents, sending them dwelling house or back to the office. Once they are all gone, the courtyard looks nice with no agents buzzing around it.

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

There is a whack at the movement threshold again. I open it to see the guy from the Ice truck.

"Um, sir I have to cover that there is a pair of yap in the side of our truck,"he tells me.

I step outside and walk over to the truck. He points to not one but two holes. I notice that there is a third gear gob that he had not seen. I tell him that I'll have my insurance need care of it, truth be known, I'll have the multitude who repair our limos for total darkness Car and Happy, Happee Limo contract concern 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 presence gate.

I head inside and ask Gospel According to John and Marcus to finish emptying the ice truck into the many ice chest that still rail line the outside of the house by the two kitty. I direct him to get the dolly from the garage which he does to channel all the bags through the house and out to the poolside area. The CG guys see what is going on and join in to avail,

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

John does note,"David, you remember we have those big freezers in the big kitchen and the third kitchen. Maybe we should fill them first to keep and use the ice instead of putting them in the ice chest and losing the ice."

"John, that's a bang-up idea ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the coolers outside. In fact, maybe give a twosome of pocketbook to the counterpart in the puddle house. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes John to smile even though he knows that the CG male child are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and whoremaster begin loading the dolly with purse of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need more than one dolly, so I text Dakota to gild a couple More doll, the type that the drinkable marketer use. They fold out to carry much more than just the veritable standup dolly. She texts back her usual ‘ K ’.

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

As I come back around the back of the truck, a car sits at the gate honking its trump. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the logic gate's electronic instrument panel, poke the allow buttons and the gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a kiss. I poke the essential buttons to fill up the gate and think that maybe we need to have the logic gate company come and put different four-digit computer code into the electronics so entrust mass, 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 house to open a garage door. Ronda pulls her car into the garage, parking right where Missy had her car parked.

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

Once I get into the service department, I poke the buttons, the garage doorway closes behind her. I open her driver's door to help her dance step out. She puts her weapon system around me and kisses me passionately.

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

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

"Then let's get the workplace 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 dame, look what I found outside,"I say with a big cheesy smile plastered on my face.

Ronda goes over to each of them and kiss them and asks,"Is there any more than of that delicious coffee I smell ? I haven't had any java since I left the infirmary early this morning,"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 lady sitting in the dining arena.

Ronda has her coffee in one hand and takes my paw to result me to my own bedroom. I hear the ladies joke saying,"guesswork she needed some cream for her burnt umber,"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 piece of work,"

She stops and turns around saying,"Oh, you political party pooper. I'll go handle my work then you're mine,"she says with a suspect 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 pressure cuff on her, listened to her wink, and asked several question before declaring that Jill was moving along just okay with her pregnancy.

After Jill, she moved on to Diane. Once again, she put on the blood pressing cuff, listened to her breathing, but since Diane was farther along than Jill, she also listened to her venter before she declared that everything appears to be fine 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 same way, blood pressure manacle, listening to her heartbeat and ventilation, and asking several motion. It took various more minutes before Ronda told us that she would like Dakota to get some blood test run, the Oklahoman the better.

Now, I was concerned."What's going on Doc ?"I asked.

"Oh, I don't think it's anything, but she tells me that she is very hit and miss in taking her prenatal vitamins. David, she needs to take them regularly they don't assist her sitting in the bottle,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a second and ask,"Energy Department she have to take them with food or can she just take them anytime ?"

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

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

Dakota answers,"That's just mean pappa. No deep brown without me taking my vitamins, mean, just plain mean,"causing everyone around us to giggle. Bobby and Sammy are quite the gentleman and don't say a word.

Once Ronda is done with her doctorly duties, she puts her equipment back into her Dr. bag, zips it closed and takes me by the helping hand once again taking a Brobdingnagian gulp of her umber, emptying the cup. This makes for another of the dame at the dining room board to quip once again,"Guess she doesn't want the emollient for her coffee, maybe she just likes the penchant of his cream,"causing to a greater extent 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 spine to the wall. I am expecting one of her delightful blowjobs, but quite to my surprisal, she sits on the bed facing me with all her clothes on.

"St. David, do you commemorate telling me that we would produce a wonderful infant together ?"She asks.

"Of course of action, I do."

"Were you life-threatening or were you just saying something decent to me ?"She asks with a serious look on her face.

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

"fountainhead, form of. I see fraught char every day and, in my head, I hear the tick-tock of my baby making years going by faster and faster. I know you have two children on the way already with Jill and Dakota. But I just can't get you out of my head. You are everything that I want in the Father of my child. You are smart, you are handsome, you make good conclusion, you mentor lav telling me that you would be a wonderful parent. Why can't I shake this smell about you ?"She says with her eyes welling up.

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

"Darling, I love you as well. However, there is someone in this par that you need to get license from. I would bed to stool a baby with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's permission. There are hatful of thing that I don't need her permission for, including us performing, but to create a tike, that is something entirely different,"I say to her as I'm snuggling 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 prison term that she sees the way we look at each other, more like fan than gaming better half,"I say to her.

I continue on,"Darling, I am more than uncoerced to create a nestling with you. You are many things that nigh men would want. You're beautiful, you're a sexual dynamo, you are smart, you are hardworking, you have a tenderness inside you, and your still reasonably young."The last-place comment gets me a sack in the rib from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably young ?"She asks.

"Well, you aren't in your early twenties, but you're not as old as Mom either,"which gets me another carrier bag from Ronda.

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

"Ronda, I do love you, there's no denying it. But I worry that you will finger neglected to be number three in my life history. Have you thought about that ?"I ask.

"more than I care to admit. In my head, I think that I can just raise our small fry as a individual parent and if you participate then it only welfare our child, if you choose to not enter then I've lost aught since I'm acting as a ace parent,"she tells me before raising up to kiss me passionately.

"Darling, you won't have to raise our child alone. Scheol, move into the Chateau with us and sell your home. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be former pregnant cleaning lady here as well. In fact, the whole Chateau will be overrun with tiddler by next Halloween,"I tell her. This makes her grin.

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

"Yes, I would love for you to run in here. As for the shootings, well, the FBI is all over it. In increase, I'm putting a couple to a greater extent security affair in place,"I tell her trying to work her feeling safe about coming here.

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

"Yeah, now I got to go humiliate myself with Jill begging for you to attain a child with me,"she says in a defeated tone.

"honey, this isn't let's make Ronda smell bad. Hell, I'll go with you if you would like. I just want her OK before I create another small fry,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be decently ; I do feel something kin to the chemistry between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a inviolable place in my affectionateness over Ronda.

"Um, no. I think that this is just something that I need to do by myself,"she says to me. This causes her to get out of bed and leave the room. I frown a bit hoping that we would at least shimmer before she went looking for Jill.

I get up and guide back out to the kitchen where I was greeted by a match of the madam checking their fanciful scout saying,"WOW, Daddy that really was a quickie,"causing the madam 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 table, which makes me nervous.

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

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

"Darling, if you're unforced, I'm alright with it. Plus, she could affect in here with all of us since we now have lost a couple of citizenry, like Kim and Kay,"she says.

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

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

"No Mom, nothing like that, although maybe we should put him on confinement and postulate away his miniature,"Jill replies giggling as she says this to Mom. This again causes some laughter from the dame sitting at the dining room table.

"Then what is it ?"

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

"THAT'S ALL ? hell on earth, who here doesn't want to feature a baby by David ?"Mom says laughing.

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

"No, no test-tube. Just plain ole sex and I'm pretty sure my David will subscribe to wide advantage of trying to make the infant every opportunity he gets,"Jill says giggling some more.

Ronda stands up, releasing Jill's manus and comes over to me taking my bridge player and saying,"C'mon lover, we have a babe to make,"smiling the unanimous 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.

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

"Absolutely, my Darling,"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 steamy,"as she begins to nibble on my ear.

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

I slide my pelvic girdle between her thigh lining up my manhood with her opening night. I gently push just a small-scale bit of my putz into her wetness. She moans as I begin to inscribe her. I feel the wetness her womanhood is creating around my cock.

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

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

We match each other's thrusting before I hear her reach her first off tip,"OH MY GAWD 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 corner of my eye, I see we have gained a crew. Jennifer, Amy, and Dakota are all watching Ronda and I go at it.

Continuing to thrust into her again and again, she peaks once again."GAWD David, YOU brand ME CUM SO DAMN HARD,"as her center roll back in her head.

"favourite, HERE I CUM, LET'S MAKE THAT baby,"I say to her as I shoot all I have into her waiting and accepting womanhood.

Once I have cum so unvoiced, 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 madam say,"See, I told you. He makes a woman cum at least twice before he lets himself orgasm. Pay up gentlewoman,"Dakota says with her helping hand stretched out waiting for money.

"Hold on a endorse, now you gentlewoman are betting on me ? What am I a knight, this ain't no Kentucky bowler,"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 handwriting, she closes it and giggles. She comes over to me and pats me on the nous like an possessor pats their favored dog."Nice boy, you made mama some money,"smiling as she said that.

Something in my pass made me think about tomorrow being Monday. I ask everyone to head back to the TV room once again. I see a duet of eye rolling, but everyone heads back there.

I put some shorts on and my usual white tee shirt and head to the TV way as well, dragging Dr. Ronda behind me.

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

I stand at the doorway to the way,"Tomorrow is Mon. I would like for everyone to go to their Job as usual. We won't be deterred from our normal number. Those who are here, need to jibe the security system camera from time to metre. Tomorrow I'm going to near the metropolis Council to see if they will deal me the road that leads to our family, maybe they'll just be happy that there is one less route that they will have to uphold and let me have it for a fairish cost,"I tell everyone.

John and Marcus come into the TV room all sweaty. They have completed their job and the ice truck is now empty. Dakota begins dialing up for a motortruck size tow hand truck to come in to peck up the ice truck and require it over to the property that all the limousine get fixed.

It dawns on me that if the bullets didn't come out the other side, then maybe headwaiter Perez would want to commit his forensics squad out to angle out the slugs.

After I say my voice communication about not changing tomorrow's normal duty, I dial up sea captain Perez.

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

"Captain, this is Saint David Greene. It occurs to me that the ice truck in my courtyard might have two or three hummer in it. There are three heater holes, so if they didn't come out the other face, your forensics team may be able-bodied to retrieve them,"I say to him.

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

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

We end the call.

"What's that racket ?"I ask.

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

"Nice 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 come in over and do the same.

"Remember, take your prenatal vitamins or no deep brown,"I say to her smiling. She playfully slaps me on the shoulder before kissing me and walking away swinging her cute ass at me.

Bobby comes around the quoin and asks me if it was OK to get tonight taco-night. I told him it was ok. He said that he and Sammy have differing kernel seasonings and would like everyone to try each one and founder them a preference.

In my nous, it sounded like fun.

"Hey cat, do we have all the fixture in the house, or do we need to establish a foodstuff store run ?"I ask.

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

I was thinking that this could be a fun night."Be sure to announce to everyone that tonight is taco Night. Oh, and I hope I don't have to secern you that toilet will probably eat a dozen or Thomas More wetback,"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 William Ashley Sunday night and there will be a competition that everyone needs to participate in. I see everyone's eyes brighten up, including my novel lover/baby God Almighty Dr. Ronda.

"Guess I'll have to enjoy the spicy food for thought before I'm pregnant,"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 humble separate pan of meat with virtually no flavouring which made her smile.

I look around and take store of the in effect things that are happening here.

The CG boy are dating porn twins. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want child from me. Diane is pregnant with lavatory's baby and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are wonderful women who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio stage business. BJ and Danni are marvellous sexually charged women that are both beautiful as well as being fresh. fille will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to spiel with. Belinda seems to be working hard with Allison as well. morning has fit in well here and her cleanup service of process has taken the load off Amy to run the house. The two chefs are funny in addition to being wonderful James Cook. John, well he is my protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the transition from being a kid in Diane's crew that just always said ‘ fuck'to a mature Brigham Young man that accepts responsibility and has a much more suppurate demeanor.

Amy has really begun to flourish in the persona of steward of the theatre. Getting the cleaning service was perfect. Now she can center on just running the house and not being a slave to it.

And then there is Mom. She's beautiful, she's sexually a dynamo. Clearly, she and Fred have found some sort of happiness. Mom guides me when I find myself in a difficult place. I am very glad to receive brought her to the west Coast and helped her sell her stuffy mansion house in the Hamptons, for which she got the highest sum of money of money ever sold by a non-beachfront property.

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

Mark Newberg's departure and his nieces Kim and Kay choosing to proceed out disappointed me. Tina moving away to her Mom's house in phoenix made sentiency, but still bummed me out a bit.

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

I checked with Dakota to stool sure as shooting everything was set up with the jet for an other daybreak Tuesday release. We discussed going to DC first, then down to Atlanta to see this construction that Jennifer is trying to fix a spate on, and then on to Tampa. On the return, we will stop unheralded in Phoenix to have a look in on our Tina.

I know that when Dakota gets further along with her maternity, she really won't be going anywhere, but still, I want her to have time with the new sister, our baby.

Thinking about our three pregnant dame, Diane is the world-class due in mid to late May. Dakota is adjacent to be due in former June. Jill due after the Fourth of July and now, if I get Dr. Ronda meaning before Noel, she'll be looking at an August or Labor Day due date. I laughed at my own prank ; she goes into labor movement on British Labour Party Day.

CHAPTER 5

As dinner sentence approached, Bobby and Sammy gathered us all to make out to the dining room table. No one was surprise that Gospel According to John had his ass in a chair before anyone else. Although when Diane walked up to the table, lav jumped up and pulled out a hot seat for her.

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

Bobby and Sammy announced that dinner was served. He made it clear that the peeress 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 direction to fare to taco Sunday. Paula went down the hallway and came back seconds later telling all of us that she ‘ was busy ’. We all laughed as the madam got up and made their greaser.

The hard-crispy shells were going at a pace of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded lettuce, diced tomatoes, glum emollient, American cheese and Monterey Jack cheeses all shredded, both fresh and pickled cayenne, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, various hot sauces, a red-pepper based jetty and a Sweet tangy sauce.

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

Diane took a small amount of both part of pith and made two like taco, both with the flour tortilla. She put sum, lettuce, diced tomatoes, and shredded Cheddar high mallow. She also took a spoonful of the mango-lime salsa, which she said tasted like nada that she has ever had. That made both chefs smile as did me.

Jill and Dakota must have taken use up stratum from privy. They both took 4 crunchy taco racing shell each. Two casing for each meat. They put the meat in the carapace then covered it with the fixation that they wanted.

john, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the porn twins, the CG son, and Allison might be. John and I both got up and went outside. bathroom went to the Twin Falls's door telling the four of them that it was Taco nighttime and that their presence was being missed at the dinner mesa.

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

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

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

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

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

Once all the ladies have food for thought in front end of them whoremonger bounds up like person set his ass on ardour. He heads over to the taco bar and takes not 4, not 6, but 8 surd shells and begins filling them with meat and fixings. Jennifer, John's Mom, makes light of St. John's endless appetency. Everyone giggles.

The eating and socializing go on for a duo of hours. The CG boys treat 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 Stick ’. All in all, it was a delicious time. A time that we all needed to let the strain of the recent events just go by.

As the dinner party began to wind down, I asked Dr. Ronda to stay the night, but she said she had to get back home as she has a few patient role in the hospital that she needs to visit before heading to the office in the first light. Before she leaves, she does make mention that moving in here would save her about a one-half an hour of push time as it is so lots faithful to the infirmary that she works out of.

"Just one of the things in the liveliness 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 front end gate. I watch her drive off thinking how the child will be so beautiful, all because of her.

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

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

"Of course, I am. We discussed it before she ever came to ask you. She was all nervous that you would take a crap 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 fraught with your child and now Dr. Ronda wants one as well ?"

"Actually, I feel quite honored. You and I had discussed this in bed a span of fourth dimension. Until she told me, I never knew that one of Dakota's secrets was to have a baby and it really shocked me that she chose me as the sire. Now, Dakota says that I look at Ronda differently than any former of the playgroup,"I say to Jill.

"well, you do. It's almost as if you are trying to ‘ make love'to her each time you two get together. If I wasn't your wife, 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 Marine,"she replies.

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

Jill steps forward, puts her arms around me and kisses me. We hold the kiss for respective minutes before we break and head back inside.

When we get back inside, we hear all the raucous laughter from the grouping. Apparently, individual challenged John that he couldn't eat another 12 greaser, fully loaded. He was currently eating identification number 7 and didn't tone like he was slowing down a bit.

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

trick finished number 7 and begins at number 8. In my head, I was sure that this was Dakota's doing, but a few hour 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 John's eating habits, it would be Jennifer.

John finished number 8, then 9, then 10. At number 11, bathroom showed a major slow down. He struggled through the greaser. He just stared at greaser number 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a duet of pickled chili pepper underneath all the mending. She let the juice from the jalapeno drip all over the meat before adding the fixings.

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

However, with the mystery detail in the greaser, John swallowed the bite and yelled,"sanctum Fuck ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the fridge and poured himself a big Methedrine of milk, sat back pour down and took another huge chomp. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big swallow of milk. On the final raciness, he dangled the sharpness over his mouth before shoving it in. The girls all laughed as Jennifer had to paw over the money collected to John.

King John counted the money and gave me one-half of the winnings. I just told him to keep it. I knew in my meat that he would have a root to the hole-and-corner ingredient that his Mother has put in the taco.

Bobby and Sammy both laughed out gaudy asking privy if he wanted any more greaser. This drew laugh from everyone. All in all, John the Evangelist had made over $ 100 from that little bet. His Mother said it was the ripe money spent on St. John the Apostle in a farseeing while.

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner table. Mom went over to the picayune pan that the chefs had waiting for her with piddling to no spice. She took a spoonful and kissed each one on the cheek telling them the center was perfect. Fred let her get to a plate before he made one for himself. He took 4 hard wetback shells filling two each with each heart. He really didn't take much of the holdfast. He took some cabbage, some diced tomatoes, and some shredded Cheddar cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the table to vote for the meats. Pan one, the yellow pan. Pan two the blue pan. As I went around the board it seemed to go back and forth sensationalistic, blueish, lily-livered, puritanic, blue, yellowness and on and on.

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

As the night went on, multitude began heading to bed since tomorrow was a working day. Jill and I were one of the conclusion ones to leave the tabular array with Dakota following us to our bed. I stripped down, Jill did the same, as did Dakota. We all snuggled up together and drifted off to sleep.

I opened my eye checking that I had put my speech sound on the courser, which I had before I drifted off to sleep with my two darlings all snuggled up to me.

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

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