The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The Investigation Begins

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

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

After finishing my morning duty, I washed my hands and came out of the bathroom looking at my two lovelies still sleeping. I put on a pair of shorts 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 things away from yesterday's company. 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 peeress smile.

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

Jennifer started,"Are you kidding us, David ? He's been trying so hard these past few month to emulate you that how could he NOT wait and act Thomas More mature. sanctum crap, you are old enough to really be his Father, and for that, I am so thankful. Many times, when I hear Dakota call you ‘ Daddy'I think that maybe King John should be calling you the Same affair. You have done more for him in the past few months than his biological Father of the Church ever did,"she says to me with a big smile on her typeface.

Sharon adds,"Jeeze Saint David, he dresses like you, he shaves every day even on Sunday, he handles himself in a much more mature 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 ladies were safe 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 conceive a import as to what day it was, but then remembered it was Sun. I heard a knock at the breast door. Jennifer got up and went to the threshold, opening it carefully. A orotund man with half an lightless cigar in his mouth showed her his FBI recognition. 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 door, I opened it wide and invited the valet inside. He declined and asked me to step outside, which I did.

I saw several agents buzzing around taking photo and measuring.

"Hello, Mr. Graham Greene. I'm Captain Perez. George Washington sent me to handle the investigation of yesterday's shooting,"he told me.

"wellspring, Captain, it's David. Mr. Graham Greene is my deceased founder,"I tell him.

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI protocol requires me to call you Mr. until the case is wrapped up,"he explains which was the first fourth dimension person had rebuffed my attempt to be called David, which I was fine with since it made sense.

"well, Captain. Let me ask, how are all your agent ?"Looking at him, causing me to squint a bit looking towards the first light sun.

I stepped a couple of steps to his side to head off looking into the sun. He turned with me and said,"All the agentive role are hunky-dory. The most sober one was Agent Don…um…hold on for a second while I check my bank note. Oh, here it is, Agent Don McHenry. Yes, he's mulct. The hospital stitched him up and sent him dwelling house late survive Night,"he tells me.

I summon Sharon over and tell her the news. She kisses me on the cheek and runs off to get her phone. In literally second, I see her chatting with someone, whom I assume is Agent Don. I see her smile. She puts her earpiece down and comes back to me telling me she is heading over to his house to ‘ take attention of him'all the piece she is smiling her big beautiful grin. I check with the Captain to make certain it is OK for her to leave, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

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

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

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

"How can you do that ?"

"I can seduce you a DVD of all of our security photographic camera in just a few minutes if you are worry ?"I ask.

"Absolutely,"he tells me.

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

"headwaiter just sacrifice me a couple of minutes and I'll have that DVD for you,"I tell him.

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

"Of course, would you like a written matter of that as well ?"I ask him. He nods his headland in approving. I wait for yesterday's shooting to be copied to the DVD disk before I callup the early shooting and begin to imitate it as well.

I put the for the first time DVD into a solve font and hand it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a record of marrow out. Bobby begins to wrap up several steaks into a great piece of tinfoil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 rib into two bombastic pieces of tin foil When all the center is wrapped up, they put the three pieces of wrapped meat into a paper bag and mitt it to headwaiter Perez, who tries politely to refuse. They won't hear of it and force him to take up the paper bag.

I just smile.

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

"Captain, may we talk over someone from the City police force for a yoke of mo ?"I say as we are walking back towards the front door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are fellow with a city Police deputy Horowitz. I mean, I'm not sure if Special Agent Fernandez made reference of him in his write up or not,"I say to the Captain.

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

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

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

Once back outside, headwaiter puts his food and the DVDs into his authority vehicle. He reaches into his pocket and hands me his card. I see it has the Hoover edifice name and address on it from DC.

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

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

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

"Which tower ?"

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

"Oh, I hope you're going to cleanse that building up. It was built a little less than ten class ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is lots of money spent ensuring that buildings stay houseclean and groovy in appearance, but not the kraft building. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking attention of it the mo it became engaged,"he tells me, which really surprised me that we would get such an dependable perspective of the building.

"fountainhead, it's no longer going to be called the Kraft building. We're renaming it the eagle. We have renamed all of the towers that we bought after a bird 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 Blue Jay,"I tell him.

"That will be nice to change the gens to give people the reason 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 phoenix that we will shout out the Cardinal, there's also a potential one in Dallas that we would phone the vulture,"I tell him.

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

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

"Now that makes to a greater extent 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 estimable cigar ?"He asks me.

"Why, yes. My first wife made me throw them up. She hated the smell of them so instead of constantly arguing with her, I just cease them."I tell him.

He hands me the cigar, handshaking my mitt and goes back to suss out 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 smiling and giggle to myself. Bobby comes over to me and inquire how many steaks or ribs would I care to eat, or would I prefer them to make me a regular breakfast ? I followed St. John's lead 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 large bowls of potato salad available,"Bobby Tell me. He begins to ignite up the costa and heads to the big kitchen to get another bowlful of Irish potato salad.

John isn't saying a intelligence ; he just keeps shoveling the nutrient into his lip. I see him with a glass of juice, no pauperism to ask what flavor the juice is.

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

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

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

"Sunday,"I tell her.

Her eyes get large and she says,"diddly. Where are my clothes ? I have a duty period at the eatery at 2,"she says in a much more delirious manner.

"deary, I believe that your dress are on the trading floor in the garage future to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Friday night,"I say to her smiling the whole time. This makes privy snort while eating.

Missy gets up and heads out to the service department. A few minutes later she came back within 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 karabiner from the racetrack and raise the door, pushing the opened clitoris. 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 agent. I poke the button and spread the strawman gate. She slowly drives her car through the gate and down the road. I close the gate as I see Captain Perez watching me.

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

After John the Evangelist finishes, I ask him to invoke all the security system shutters to countenance the sunlight into the house. He tosses his scale with the void bones into the trash and moves to the backside of the house to get raising the shutters. His earphone buzzes.

"Hello, this is lav. No, you promised me that your measurement guy rope would be here today, not tomorrow. So, here's the plan. If you are determined to not demonstrate up until tomorrow, you will see the company who has taken your job. Otherwise, you have until 3 this afternoon to give your measuring people here. Thank you and have a prissy day,"he says without raising his voice or being nasty. I am very gallant of him. He's handling himself with great maturity and demeanor.

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

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

I knock on that door, but no one answers. I hear representative inside. I quietly open the door and footfall inside. There I see Allison with a camera on her berm and Belinda sitting upright with her binding against a wall masturbating. She has a dildo that she is using to get hold of her elevation. Suddenly she stops. Allison asks,"What's the matter ? Why did you blockade ?"

Belinda just raises her arm straight out from her massive chest to channelise 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 talk behind her.

I offer my service to help Belinda reach that all tough coming. She nods in approval. I move over to her and pull on her legs sliding her body down to be flat on the ground. I lay between her stage and commence to lick her womanhood ; I only get a few minute in before there is a smash at the studio door. I here John announce himself asking if I was in there.

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

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

"whoremonger, maybe you could finish what I have started since Special Agent Fernandez's timing is rather poor,"I say getting up from between Belinda's legs and wipe my face off with a towel I see on the tabulator. I head out pulling the door closed behind me and direct inside. Once I was inside the house, I saw Special factor Fernandez standing by the front doorway with an envelope in his hand.

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

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

I open it and see yet another checkout 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 checks,"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 Charles Francis Hall to Jill. I hand her the confirmation 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 life room, adjacent to the couch on an end mesa. I picked the book up and settled into the couch to record some more. One item that I saw which interested me was a street signaling company. Bob made a in force point that most if not all street signs seem to be universal proposition. As he put it in the account book,"A stop sign is just that no matter where it might be posted in the US,"making line that it is potential for a society to bid on DOT contract bridge and make and ship to the respective locations the signs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No. He's listening and following counsel. He's starting to look for, which is salutary,"she says to me.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, about an hr or so ago. Rob sent us an electronic mail that you need to register,"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 bearing,"danger WILL Jackie Robinson, danger,"I smile because I know of Rob's love for old TV display, such as ‘ Lost In Space ’.

I open the e-mail and it reads,"Well, as you anticipated, I found several other employees that have not been terminated off the system. Three of the horse tracks that you sold have all their employees still combat-ready in our system. I terminated all the employees from the buck tracks. Out of oddment, did you acquire any cassino ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own terzetto casino. One in Oklahoma, one in Sunshine State, and one in Arizona. The three sum of more than 3,000 employees. I have made a list of them but require your direction on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

"CASINOS, really ?"I say out brassy causing Jill to terminate and investigate what's wrong.

"fountainhead, we apparently now own three casinos. OK, Florida, and AZ,"I tell her.

"How did we win them ?"Jill asks.

"I have no earthly approximation. 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 grouping,"I reply.

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, they are in three commonwealth, but there are four cassino. One in Sooner State, one in Florida, and two in Grand Canyon State. One near Tucson and one in Phoenix,"he tells us.

My mind races towards Tina and her being in capital of Arizona with her Mother.

Jill thanks Rob for his severely oeuvre and ends the outcry. I suggest,"Hey, since we will be traveling this hebdomad, why don't we stop over in Phoenix to shoot the breeze 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 household. I guess the fool are stupid, shooting up a party that is full of FBI federal agent and their families. You need to set a plan in place when something like this happens, whether you are at the star sign or not. You may not be the fair game as you have three peeress who are pregnant. The bad bozo may consider that your weakness is through them,"he writes.

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

As I sit at my laptop computer, staring at the concealment, 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 email number and see that there are 311 emails. I round up the ones that are duplicate and delete them before I begin to say the ones labeled ‘ read-only ’. My undertaking is to say and delete them, getting my e-mail box empty. It takes about two hours to read all the emails.

"Hey, Hun, what do you think about getting John 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 Gerald Ford Expedition. I don't want him to consume a pickup as everyone he knows will always ask him to aid them act their stuff,"I tell her.

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

"No,"I say to her.

We go back to working on our computers. About an minute later Jill exclaims,"There, my email box is now discharge !"She says with a glee in her voice.

It is just over a half hr before my e-mail inbox is also empty. We both closelipped our laptop computer and read/write head downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a humble shard of glass all the way out into the dining room. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our first aid kit offering to take care of this for me. She squirts it with H hydrogen peroxide, drying it with a piece of cotton wipe and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ howdy pussycat'Band-Aid. This garners various darn and scuttlebutt from the mathematical group. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ Hello Kitty'Band-Aid.

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

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

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

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

"Well, I've spoken with Roger though electronic mail and we have concluded that we need some plans put in station regarding this house and a province of lockdown. First, let me come out with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a butt on the floor, no matter where they are. The tight ones to any windowpane will poke the push button to send away the security department shutters. Those who have a carry permit will think their firearm, attaching it to their hip until the whole event is over,"I tell everyone. I see virtually all the group nodding their fountainhead up and down indicating yes, they understood.

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

No one has anything to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What does encrypt 69 mean ?"I ask.

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

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

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

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

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

"Use your dependable judgment,"I tell everyone.

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

John, Donna, Diane, Marcus, Amy, fille, Danni, and sunup. I do the mental math in my heading, ‘ this should spend the $ 250K and maybe even a bit more ’.

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a knocking on the look door. Again, Jennifer opens it to see Captain 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 door,"Hello Captain,"I say to him.

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

We shake handwriting 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 wholly time.

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

He goes back outside and begins wrapping up the group of FBI broker, sending them home or back to the office. Once they are all gone, the court looks prissy with no agents buzzing around it.

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

There is a smash at the nominal head door again. I open it to find the guy from the Ice truck.

"Um, sir I have to report that there is a couple of holes in the position of our truck,"he tells me.

I step outside and take the air over to the truck. He points to not one but two maw. I notice that there is a third gear hole that he had not seen. I tell him that I'll have my insurance take care of it, truth be known, I'll have the mass who repair our limo for Black Car and Happy, Happee Limo take care of the truck.

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

I head inside and ask John and Marcus to finish emptying the ice truck into the many coolers that still argument the exterior of the menage by the two pools. I direct him to get the dolly from the service department 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 facilitate,

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

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

"John, that's a great idea ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the coolers outside. In fact, maybe give a couple of old bag to the Twins in the pool household. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes toilet to smile even though he knows that the CG boys are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and lav begin loading the dolly with bagful of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need Thomas More than one dolly, so I text Dakota to order a couplet more doll, the type that the beverage vendors use. They fold out to extend much Sir Thomas More than just the regular standup dolly. She texts back her usual ‘ K ’.

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

As I come back around the back of the motortruck, a car sits at the gate honking its cornet. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the gate's electronic board, poke the capture buttons and the gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a kiss. I poke the essential push button to shut down the gate and imagine that maybe we need to make the gate caller come and put different four-digit code into the electronics so trusted people, such as Dr. Ronda don't need me or anyone to let her in the gate.

Ronda parks her car, but I tell her that I would rather she park in the garage. I head inside the theater to open up a service department door. Ronda pulls her car into the garage, parking right where young woman 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 body of work, some for gaming maybe she needs a bettor one as well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ronda has her coffee bean in one helping hand and takes my hand to extend me to my own bedroom. I hear the ladies joke saying,"Guess she needed some cream for her coffee,"causing all of them to giggle again.

Stupidly, I stop her before we get to the bedroom."Hey, I thought you were here for some 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 fishy 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 line pressure handlock on her, listened to her twinkling, and asked several questions before declaring that Jill was moving along just fine with her pregnancy.

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

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

Ronda started the same way, blood pressure cuff, listening to her New York minute and breathing, and asking various questions. It took several More minutes before Ronda told us that she would wish Dakota to get some rip tests run, the sooner the better.

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

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

I think for a mo and ask,"Department of Energy she have to pick out them with food or can she just demand them anytime ?"

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

I think for a moment before I tell Bobby and Sammy,"Gentlemen before Dakota gets one drop of burnt umber, she must occupy her prenatal vitamin. This is authoritative to me guy cable,"I say to them. Both chefs acknowledge what I have told them and agree.

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

Once Ronda is done with her doctorly duties, she puts her equipment back into her doctor bag, zips it closed and takes me by the hand once again taking a huge gulp of her coffee, emptying the cup. This makes for another of the gentlewoman at the dining room board to quip once again,"surmise she doesn't want the cream for her java, maybe she just likes the sense of taste of his cream,"causing Thomas More giggles, however, now it turns to laughter.

Ronda pulls me down the hall to my bedroom.

Once inside, she instructs me to sit on the bed with my back to the rampart. I am expecting one of her delightful cock sucking, but quite to my surprise, she sits on the bed facing me with all her apparel on.

"David, do you remember telling me that we would take in a wonderful baby together ?"She asks.

"Of trend, I do."

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

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

"Well, form of. I see pregnant char every day and, in my head teacher, I hear the tick-tock of my babe making years going by faster and faster. I know you have two nestling on the way already with Jill and Dakota. But I just can't get you out of my head teacher. You are everything that I want in the forefather of my child. You are ache, you are handsome, you make good determination, you mentor whoremaster telling me that you would be a terrific parent. Why can't I shake this feeling about you ?"She says with her optic welling up.

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

"Darling, I love you as well. However, there is someone in this equivalence that you need to get permit from. I would have a go at it to make a babe with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's permission. There are lots of things that I don't need her permission for, including us playing, but to create a baby, that is something entirely different,"I say to her as I'm cuddling her.

"I know, I know. But before I go and humiliate myself in front of her by asking, I wanted to insure that you were still a volition player,"she says to me without even looking up from my chest.

"Ronda, obviously we have chemistry. I hear it from Dakota all the clip that she sees the way we look at each early, more like devotee than gambol partner,"I say to her.

I continue on,"darling, I am Thomas More than will to produce a minor with you. You are many matter that most men would want. You're beautiful, you're a sexual dynamo, you are impertinent, you are hardworking, you have a tenderness inside you, and your still reasonably young."The last commentary gets me a poke in the rib from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably young ?"She asks.

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

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

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

"More than I care to admit. In my head, I think that I can just parent our youngster as a unity parent and if you participate then it only benefits our baby, if you choose to not take part then I've lost cypher since I'm acting as a single parent,"she tells me before raising up to osculate me passionately.

"Darling, you won't have to raise our kid alone. Hell, move into the Chateau with us and deal your nursing home. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be other meaning women here as well. In fact, the whole Chateau will be overrun with nestling by next Halloween,"I tell her. This makes her smile.

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

"Yes, I would bed for you to move in here. As for the shootings, well, the FBI is all over it. In addition, I'm putting a couple More certificate things in place,"I tell her trying to make her feel condom about coming here.

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

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

"Honey, this isn't let's make Ronda look bad. Hell, I'll go with you if you would care. I just want her OK before I create another tiddler,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be right ; I do feel something akin to the chemistry between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a hard place in my eye 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 caper before she went looking for Jill.

I get up and lead back out to the kitchen where I was greeted by a couple of the ladies checking their imaginary watches saying,"WOW, daddy that really was a band aid,"causing the ladies to erupt with giggles and some laughter.

CHAPTER 4

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

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

Jill begins,"David, are you bequeath to ca-ca a babe with Ronda ?"

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

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

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

"What's going on ? Is St. 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 limitation and take up away his toys,"Jill replies giggling as she says this to Mom. This again causes some laughter from the Lady sitting at the dining way table.

"Then what is it ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"David, make dear to me,"Ronda says in a amatory tone.

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

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

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

I slide my pelvis between her thigh lining up my humanness with her porta. I gently push just a small bit of my cock into her wetness. She moans as I begin to enter her. I feel the wetness her womanhood is creating around my cock.

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

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

We match each other's thrusting before I hear her reach her starting time visor,"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 gang. Jennifer, Amy, and Dakota are all watching Ronda and I go at it.

Continuing to stuff into her again and again, she peaks once again."GAWD St. David, YOU make ME CUM SO DAMN HARD,"as her eyes roll back in her head.

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

Once I have cum so grueling, 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 Lady say,"See, I told you. He makes a charwoman cum at least twice before he lets himself orgasm. Pay up noblewoman,"Dakota says with her hand stretched out waiting for money.

"Hold on a second, now you ladies are betting on me ? What am I a knight, this ain't no KY bowler hat,"I say astonished that now I'm being bet upon. Of course of study, it's all Dakota's doing.

I see money being put into Dakota's mitt, she closes it and giggles. She comes over to me and pats me on the head like an owner pats their darling dog."Nice boy, you made Mamma some money,"smiling as she said that.

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

I put some boxershorts on and my common White person tee shirt and head to the TV room as well, dragging Dr. Ronda behind me.

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

I stand at the doorway to the room,"Tomorrow is Monday. I would care for everyone to go to their caper as usual. We won't be deterred from our pattern number. Those who are here, need to check the security department camera from sentence to metre. Tomorrow I'm going to go up the metropolis Council to see if they will sell me the route that leads to our house, maybe they'll just be happy that there is one less road that they will have to maintain and let me consume it for a reasonable 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 motortruck to come to clean up the ice truck and learn it over to the office that all the limousine get fixed.

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

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

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

"Captain, this is St. David Greene. It occurs to me that the ice hand truck in my courtyard might cause two or three bullets in it. There are three hummer holes, so if they didn't come out the other side, your forensics squad may be able 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 indisputable to look for them,"I say.

We end the call.

"What's that stochasticity ?"I ask.

privy replies,"That's the measuring team for the windows, apparently they listened when I told them to be here before 3. Now they are measuring every window,"he says smiling.

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

"pop, are we dismissed ?"Dakota asks.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed,"

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

"Remember, take your antenatal vitamins or no coffee bean,"I say to her grin. She playfully slaps me on the berm before kissing me and walking away swinging her precious ass at me.

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

In my head, it sounded like fun.

"Hey Guy, do we hold all the reparation in the house, or do we need to make a food market store run ?"I ask.

"We have everything including hard-shell and cushy 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 tell you that Saint John the Apostle will probably eat a dozen or more tacos,"I say to the chefs.

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

"Nice !"

Bobby and Sammy both go around telling everyone that tonight is Taco Sunday dark and there will be a competition that everyone needs to participate in. I see everyone's centre brighten up, including my newest lover/baby Divine Dr. Ronda.

"guessing I'll have to love the spicy solid food before I'm pregnant,"Ronda says to me.

Mom does ask Bobby if the spicery can be toned down a bit for her as her belly doesn't take to spicy nutrient all that well. Bobby tells her that they have already figured that and will make a humble separate pan of core with virtually no seasoner which made her smile.

I look around and take stock of the in effect thing that are happening here.

The CG boys are dating porno twins. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want child from me. Diane is pregnant with John's babe and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are wonderful char who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio apartment patronage. BJ and Danni are howling sexually charged women that are both beautiful as well as being voguish. Missy will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to play with. Belinda seems to be working hard with Allison as well. Aurora has fit in well here and her cleansing Service has taken the load off Amy to run the house. The two chefs are funny in accession to being wonderful cooks. John, well he is my protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the transition from being a kid in Diane's crew that just always said ‘ fuck'to a mature young man that accepts responsibility and has a much more mature demeanour.

Amy has really begun to flourish in the character of custodian of the house. Getting the cleansing military service was utter. Now she can focus on just running the house and not being a slave to it.

And then there is Mom. She's beautiful, she's sexually a dynamo. Clearly, she and Fred have found some variety of happiness. Mom guides me when I find myself in a hard situation. I am very gladiolus to give birth brought her to the West seashore and helped her sell her stuffy mansion in the Lionel Hampton, for which she got the mellow amount of money ever sold by a non-beachfront property.

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

Mark Newberg's departure and his nieces Kim and Kay choosing to move out defeated me. Tina moving away to her Mom's house in capital of Arizona made sense, but still bummed me out a bit.

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

I checked with Dakota to throw sure everything was set up with the jet for an too soon sunup Tuesday departure. We discussed going to DC first, then down to capital of Georgia to see this construction that Jennifer is trying to make a heap on, and then on to Tampa. On the return, we will stop unannounced in Phoenix to suffer a spirit in on our Tina.

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

Thinking about our three significant ladies, Diane is the low gear due in mid to late May. Dakota is next to be due in late June. Jill due after the quartern of July and now, if I get Dr. Ronda pregnant before Christmas, she'll be looking at an Aug or Labor Day due date. I laughed at my own caper ; she goes into working class on Labor Department Day.

CHAPTER 5

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

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

Bobby and Sammy announced that dinner party was served. He made it take in that the ladies all get to go first. I looked around and didn't see Mom nor Fred. I sent Paula after them thinking that maybe they didn't hear the direction to come to taco Billy Sunday. Paula went down the hall and came back seconds later telling all of us that she ‘ was meddlesome ’. We all laughed as the ladies got up and made their greaser.

The hard-crispy casing were going at a rate of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded lettuce, diced tomatoes, off pick, Cheddar and Monterey jak cheeses all shredded, both reinvigorated and pickled jalapenos, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, various hot sauces, a red-pepper based mole and a sweet tangy sauce.

As promised, they had a carve up pan of kernel for Mom with virtually no spice in it.

Diane took a small sum of both dowry of meat and made two similar tacos, both with the flour tortilla. She put meat, dough, diced tomatoes, and shredded Cheddar tall mallow. She also took a spoonful of the mango-lime salsa, which she said tasted like goose egg that she has ever had. That made both chefs smile as did me.

Jill and Dakota must have taken use up classes from John. They both took 4 crunchy taco scale each. Two case for each inwardness. They put the gist in the shells then covered it with the fixings that they wanted.

privy, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the porn Twin Falls, the CG boys, and Allison might be. John and I both got up and went outside. John went to the twin's threshold telling the four of them that it was Taco night and that their comportment was being missed at the dinner mesa.

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

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

"I'm sorry ma'am, but dinner is served and your presence or lack of it is noticeable. It's Taco Sunday and the chefs would like you to take part in their lilliputian contest about who's flavourer is better,"I tell them smiling. This makes Allison get up and Belinda put the camera down on the sofa. They both walk with me back to the main house.

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

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

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

The feeding and socializing go on for a couple of hours. The CG boys regale us with fib of some of their mystify 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 delightful time. A prison term that we all needed to let the stress of the recent outcome just go by.

As the dinner began to hoist down, I asked Dr. Ronda to stay the night, but she said she had to get back home as she has a few patients in the hospital that she needs to travel to before heading to the office in the sunrise. Before she leaves, she does make cite that moving in here would spare her about a one-half an hour of beat back prison term as it is so much closer 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 afford the service department room access and the front line gate. I watch her drive off thinking how the infant will be so beautiful, all because of her.

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

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

"Of track, I am. We discussed it before she ever came to ask you. She was all nervous that you would make her beg or embarrass her somehow,"I tell Jill.

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

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

"Seriously, you don't flavor ill at ease that Dakota and I are already pregnant with your fry and now Dr. Ronda wants one as well ?"

"Actually, I feel quite honored. You and I had discussed this in bed a couple of metre. Until she told me, I never knew that one of Dakota's arcanum was to stimulate a babe and it really shocked me that she chose me as the Father. 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 bed'to her each time you two get together. If I wasn't your wife, I would probably be covetous,"Jill says to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

John finished identification number 7 and begins at number 8. In my head, I was sure that this was Dakota's doing, but a few proceedings 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 info about John's eating substance abuse, it would be Jennifer.

John finished bit 8, then 9, then 10. At figure 11, John showed a John Major slow down. He struggled through the wetback. He just stared at taco routine 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a couple of pickle jalapenos underneath all the fixings. She let the juice from the Capsicum annuum longum dripping all over the meat before adding the fixings.

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

However, with the mystery item in the greaser, trick swallowed the snack and yelled,"holy Fuck ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the electric refrigerator and poured himself a big Methedrine of milk, sat back down and took another huge insect bite. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big drink of milk. On the final examination collation, he dangled the bite over his mouth before shoving it in. The girls all laughed as Jennifer had to hand over the money collected to whoremonger.

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

Bobby and Sammy both laughed out loud asking Saint John if he wanted any more tacos. This drew laugh from everyone. All in all, Saint John the Apostle had made over $ 100 from that piffling bet. His Mother said it was the estimable money spent on John in a long while.

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner party table. Mom went over to the little pan that the chefs had waiting for her with fiddling to no spicery. She took a spoonful and kissed each one on the nerve telling them the heart was perfect. Fred let her progress to a collection plate before he made one for himself. He took 4 hard greaser shells filling two each with each meat. He really didn't take much of the altering. He took some kale, some diced tomatoes, and some shredded cheddar cheese cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the table to vote for the nitty-gritty. Pan one, the yellow pan. Pan two the blue angel pan. As I went around the table it seemed to go back and forth yellow, blue, lily-livered, bluish, blue, lily-livered and on and on.

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

As the night went on, hoi polloi began heading to bed since tomorrow was a working day. Jill and I were one of the cobbler's last unity to leave the table 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 log Z's.

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

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

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