Chapter Four : In between metre

Monday

The alarm rang and sortie woke up, turned it off as veneration seemed to lap over her and for a second she was not sure as shooting why ; then it all came back to her, the misdemeanor, and the stranger every particular of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the alarm clock, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he know what clip to set it for ?

Her idea were all jumbled as she got up, trying to figure out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a robot in automatic mode, she went to the kitchen to get going the coffee then went into the bath to take a foresightful shower. She used this metre to remember, first of all she just wanted to make this all go away, wanted it to be a bad dream. That was not possible it was real, there were ache and annoyance all over her dead body that told her in fact it was very real. The hot water system flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the cops of track. Why wouldn't she ? He had to take left a clustering of fingermark. She thought about his threats to watch her every move. She contemplated calling out from workplace but in the two years she had been there she had never called out, and she was not certain she wanted to be in her apartment all day anyway. Sally lingered in the shower a bit longer letting it heal the sore parts of her body and provide a much needed solacement for her psyche. She finished and dried off and put on some informal comfortable house wearing apparel, and walked into the kitchen, made her umber and toast. Setting it down on the table she went looking for her laptop computer, mike had kept it from her this weekend but when she went in her way, there it was on her toilet table. She brought it back to the table with her and set it down.

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

Sally sat down in her hot seat and just looked at the government note, a part of her knew she was going to read it but her fighter side wanted her to just trash it all. She opened the computer and looked for the nearest police force place as well as the nearest to her work, she would not render him the satisfaction of reading his stupefied greenback ! She found the info and typed it into her headphone. The whole time she had been sipping her coffee, and struggling to not take care at the bank note as if making eye contact with the flower was giving in to the man himself. In time, she gave up, she was curious after all ! She picked it up and took a deep breathing time, turning the notation over and reading what was written in a print that was very a lot like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

Sally, my love life. Do not go to the copper, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would draw our adjacent encounter that much more straining
than I intend it to be. You are just as lovely as I imagined and it has been a
pleasure to get to have sex you. commemorate I will be back, and whenever you see
a single blue clove pink you will get laid that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

Sally sat and stared at the note shaking. adjacent encounter ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cops ? She should, of course. Pretending in a way that today was a formula day with just a small errand to run She got ready for employment, walked to the bus closure, got on the bus, and got to work. She shoved the weekend out of her psyche, but still had a hard time focusing on the task in forepart of her if anyone had asked her how long it took or what she was wearing, she would not have been able to tell them or transmit on her end of any conversation beyond one word answers. fate for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If sortie had known he was watching her through binoculars the whole dawn she would have been even more unnerved. He had a perspective of her bedroom and the living room, the kitchen was out of his line of lot however, so it was a dependable thing she spent a minimal amount of clock time in it. He had watched her wake up and cross-file the lack of simplicity, had seen her face when she had seen the gillyflower he had left for her. He had watched as curiosity and repulsion fought with each early over what to do with the heyday. The looks, the pointed ignoring of the object by being meddling on her computer, the glimpse of interestingness, until finally the desire to get laid outweighed the hideous writer and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to read it. It was a gauge for him to see if she was more subservient or more obstinate. A stubborn women would give just tossed it, in that case he would either have to step up breeding or desert it all together, but no she had chosen to read his words, to see what he had to say and while she may hate him, be scared of him, she was teachable.

He followed in his car behind her checking each stop along the way to be sure she did not get off and go to the cops before study. He was pretty sure enough once at work she would stick around till mop up, but he wanted to be certain she would wait public treasury evening. He watched her enter the building from a close by parking spot and then force back off to his home to get to his line.

She was almost to make when she stopped took some deep breathing spell and tried to coach herself on acting normal. There was no one at study she was snug enough with to share this with. There was no one she was cheeseparing to now that she thought about it. She had a random thinking wondering why she locked her front door if this stranger can still get in what difference does her locking it make. She shook her head steadied herself and proceeded the short-circuit distance to work. Determined to be normal she looked at the receptionist.

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

"Umm Yeah sorry, Hi Laura, hey where did the flower semen from ?"

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

"Yeah, weird."

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

"Oh I am exquisitely, just did too much and did not get plenty slumber. I will be unspoilt tomorrow I promise."sally smiled and walked off to her kiosk, not indisputable but felt like she must be 3 shades paler than normal. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the daytime job. She had a desk job working for the state which was neither glamorous nor ugly. It was a job, steady, with welfare and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty much left alone, except for the paperwork being pushed from one division and back and everything have to be in triplicate, the job was perfect for her.

Once at her desk her thoughts flittered back to the flower, she absently turned her computer on checked her emails, but she could not hold on thinking : He knew where she worked and where she lived. He had said he would be watching her. Didn't he have a job ? Why was he bothering her ? The phone on her desk rang breaking her out of her funk and forcing her to put on a upbeat cheek and see what the person on the other end wanted. The forenoon was spent on the respective project and the required small lecture around the federal agency, a wit was signed for a grisly co-worker she barely knew, misfortunate affair had Cancer the Crab. All the while her mind flittered back to what legal action if any she was going to take. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the cop seemed so vexatious. Then to give to put words to everything that happened was not the most appealing thought at the moment.

She had lunch delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her book of account, but she had other things on her mind. Working it out she thought what would she state a friend if they were in this situation and came for advice ? Why she would insist they got to the cops and would drive them there. This was no unlike. She had decided, she had to go to the cops after work, she could not live like this. She checked her phone to reassure herself that she had the information and decided she would go to the one closest to her house. She told the news report in her foreland, and even wrote down a few key points she wanted to be sure to compensate. She hated the thought of having to explicate what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

While Sally worked Mike arranged his day and week, first he called the cleaners and arranged to adjoin them at sally's flat at 1pm to pick the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, curtains, sofa, cup of tea everything and in two time of day. They were sending 4 the great unwashed maybe more he was paying well.

His second Holy Order of occupation was to get information for this calendar week's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure Old World chat, and typed :

"Do you have the information requested ?"

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

"Yes, This is a job for a man named Cyrus, you may remember him you brought his first-class honours degree married woman here for education."

"Vaguly, Persian right ?"

"Yeah, he trusts you and wants you to make for his indorse wife with the discernment that this is a bodyguard detail as well as bringing us the girl."

"Why is the bodyguard important ? I need to get it on what I am getting into. You know that means arming the pilots and crew right ?"

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the escort status is this : Cyrus had a daughter who was married off and within a twelvemonth his daughter died at the hands of her married man. Cyrus found out that the Saami man was arranging a marriage within six months of his daughter death. He felt disrespected by such a short grieving full stop and that the man was unfit to be a husband. Cyrus found the family of the girl and offered a right musical arrangement. He wanted to keep on her out of the work force of his former son in law. Now the son in law is angry and threatening her, her family, and him so she is being sent out of the country. She is fifteen and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

"So is she conjunctive or will she try to win over me to let her run ?"

"Yes she is cooperative, she knows she is coming to learn how to run a household and entertain client from dissimilar area as an accomplished stewardess as well as read and spell Farsi and English language, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will have to have someone search her well. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be suspicious of you, but you handled his maiden married woman who was not so agreeable at the metre that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could hide anything under it. He had been in Arabian countries enough to know the remainder between the niqab and the burka although few Americans did, or bothered to. He texted the pilot and told him to get a female crew member that could speak Farsi fluently, and that this would be a escort as well as transportation job. It was the archetype job to get the crew and inform them. It was a turn over crowd, but a flight like this required four pilots and 8 crew members. 2 pilot burner and 4 bunch member would be wake up and working while the others rested at all times usually the teddy were 8-10 hours depending on the flight clip. No one flew tired, tired meant mistake. other than having two female crew fellow member who could speak Persian, the bunch would be picked from 20 people who worked with mike. If a crew had flown on the finis pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a salary then extra every time they flew, more if it was a bodyguard office as this was.

If the flight was leaving from San Francisco the institute would give taken care of all the arrangements, but the crew that flew out of CO was his duty, paid for by the institute. Usually this crew worked with him sometimes he loaned them out to former conveyance experts that were living nearby, but he liked having the Lapplander crew members rotated in and out and knowing who would be on board.

"okey I will leave tonight hopefully by 10 make for certain the report are in society at the airport, we will continue the required 24 hr for quietus and tell Cyrus I will pick up his wife Th 10am local anesthetic prison term. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Th local sentence and we will bring a cab in unless you want someone to pick her up."

"No a cab is fine.

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

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

His consulting firm was on the up and up taxes wise. He was not surely what the law would say about his"Transport"clientele. He ensured the safety and delivery of cleaning woman from their guardians to The Institute. These women were all signed over to the institute by their families and/or Husbands for particular educational determination. Some of those were to learn how to serve sexually and some were taught how to run a striking household well so as to advance their spousal relationship vista. It was an etiquette school day on steroids. These fille every movement was orchestrated usually. Some hubby wanted freaks and strumpet and sent their second or tertiary wife here to get the family political party favor. In increase there was an genuine very good private education component which again was prescribed and approved by the female's guardians.

The school for male child was across the metropolis and he had done some guarding of male child being sent by their dominate partner to determine how to help them respectable. Usually his inspection and repair were required because the Master did not trust his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew home unaccompanied. The families were of all races, but it did land him to the Middle East and Asian countries often.

Mike was worried about his progress with sallying forth. What if she suddenly got the spunk to go to the fuzz and he was halfway around the world. Sigh it was a peril he would receive to subscribe to sort of. He called a flower shop and arranged for one blue carnation to be delivered to her every day at unlike times through Saturday at dissimilar blank space, her doorstop with no distinction no vase, outside the police station on the ground, even left at her bus stop, random blank space to make it appear he had his eye on her.

When it was metre he left to run into the cleaners at Sally's apartment, just in case she was successful in going to the cops he need it all cleaned he made sure the mainsheet were changed out with ones he had bought on the way and took all the bedding on the bed to a cleaners close by where she could pick them up. When he came back to supervise the cleansing agent and to add cameras to the theater. His vantage point was good at his little apartment, but had blind speckle and he wanted to be able to curb in on her while he was gone.

After that he made system and waited for quip to get off so he could observe and see what happened.
Sally had decided to go to the cop and when the work day was done, there was no more planetary house of blue flowers so she hopped on the bus resolute in her decision. She had picked the station that was closest to a bus stop and also was the one closest to her house. Determined that this was the correct selection she got off and proceeded to walk the short distance. She had convinced herself that he would have no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no reason. Once in the station the cops could take guardianship of this right ? There were fingerprints. There was grounds, this would work out.

She rounded the corner to the primary entrance and started up the front stair, when she saw it. A I blue carnation with a annotation taped to it. She stopped dead in her rail, No ! There was no way ! With shivering measure she approached the clove pink laying on the ground and picked it up and flipped it over to see the note. In the Saame handwriting it simply said :

Are you making a good decisiveness, pet ?

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

Well there was only one way to regain out so Sally got her nerve up again and walked into the law station and asked to mouth with someone, preferably a female cop. They asked her to fill out cast, but she insisted on speaking to a peeress cop first. The first cop seemed bothered but went to see who was available. The door opened and Sally glanced back taking in the bike courier waking in. Her heart skipped a beatnik and her breath seemed to leave her when she saw, he was carrying a blue carnation. The messenger rang the bell and waited with his paperwork setting the heyday on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to breathe. He Knew ! Sally mustered her courage.

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

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

"Who is this to ?"

"The station"

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

crack knew she was in difficulty. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do ? Sally made her way home not really registering the walk back to the bus stopover or the ride back to her apartment. She wondered if he was going to be there. When was he coming for her ? Sally looked at her situation logically and wondered what in reality she could do. If he was watching her, and he seemed to be, then moving was out of the question, he would just follow her. Entering her apartment things seemed different. She looked around and there was a blue Dianthus caryophyllus in the bread and butter elbow room with a note.

quip, I took the shore leave of having the place cleaned professionally. You may pluck up your old mantle and sail at the cleaner indicated on the receipt tomorrow, in the meantime I have provided new ones for tonight. please do behave yourself between now and then.

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

Mike had in fact been watching the unhurt meter. He saw wisecrack exit the police station the initiatory time then embark it again. The bike courier had been sitting by his car waiting instructions and when she went in the second meter. mike gave the motorcycle courier the note and flower and told him to get a signature and to put the vase down close to the girl with the card facing her. He had wanted there to be no doubt in her idea who the heyday was from. He was disappointed his first content had not hit home, he thought that the commencement one would be enough. The courier reported what had happened and got paid for his time and a squeamish tip, Mike was relieved she had not talked to the copper, even though he had taken attention of the possibility. It was disappointing to him that the messenger was needed at all. He was not storm, just determined that the lessons he taught would be learned. He needed to stag for his following sojourn and plan it out. He had planned on stretching the training out, but he thought maybe he needed to speed up his plans.

Today was Monday, blame up was on Th, and they needed 24 hours between landing and flying again so they would leave Tonight, fly into wed., slumber, peck up cargo Th, fly menage, deliver cargo, home, sleep. Depending on how tired he was on Sat he may look in on her without her knowledge. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a calendar month off to expend with sortie. They had other exile experts, but he had a certain reputation with the more difficult ones, they always came into the institute meek and quiet after 24 60 minutes with microphone. It made the Institute's job easier.

The trajectory over was uneventful, and microphone checked on sallying forth through the cameras he had set up. There were various fourth dimension he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough clip for that. Traveling had become a chore, it could be exhausting, but he did like the unlike life-style. During his arrest he went and walked around taking in some local sites, but mostly sleep and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the appointed time a Mercedes drove chisel into the hanger with. mike wondered absently if it was bullet proof which seemed to be the new matter with this family of client. The device driver got out and opened the door behind his and the client emerged. As he walked toward microphone the device driver was going around to the former side. The husband seemed protective of his thrill seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between Mike's line of merchandise of sight and the young charge he had yet to see.

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

"We will do our best to keep open her safety, and bring her spinal column to you an educated and all-round woman."

"Yes of course, she will not induce any job but there is one thing."

"What is that ?"microphone was getting mentally cook, the unity who told him it would be soft, their cleaning lady were cooperative always caused suspicion with Mike, if they were so good, then why ask for him, why use the Institute at all ?

"She is scared of men. She is very shy. Please be aware of that. I have talked to her she understands that she is going to get an Education, and there will not be any sex boulder clay she comes rest home, but she is still leery. Any sudden touching and she will probably cry."

"Ah thanks for the headland up. She will be fine. microphone motioned over the female crew member who was also Persian. He had her wait for his signal by the plane as business was done by the males first then the female came when called.

"Shiva here will be with your Whitney Moore Young Jr. bride, she will search her, and when we add-in it will be her and Azar who will tend to her. Both fille are Persian, and know Persian, and have been trained at the institute so they will be able to answer questions."

Badi seemed pleased at this extra transcription, there was a reason he asked for Mike, he had heard stories of the other transporters, Mike was all business. He waved his hand without turning around. Quickly the shaver and the driver appeared at his side of meat.

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

Switching to English Badi then turned to mike"Mike, Siva this is my Bride please be heedful with her."He patted the girl's head much like a father would and gently pushed her toward Shiva.

The women introduced herself to both in their language and took the deal of the missy. The two went off to the side and Varisha checked her for weapons then they boarded the plane. microphone hung back with the hubby to permit the ma'am time to get settled and to resolve any last minute questions. After goodby were said Badi singled the device driver. Swiftly the room access to the support buns opened and Badi climbed in.

On the planing machine microphone let Qamar sit in a different section of the plane so he did not pee-pee her so nervous, she seemed ready to bolt if he looked at her, so he wanted her to relax. He left lodge that only female phallus of the gang were to come near her and to bring in trusted she slept, slipping her a drug if essential.

She was obviously gamy strung. As it turned out once Mike left her exclusively and all the men disappeared she seemed to decompress and even talk to the cleaning lady a bit, soon drifting off to sleep. Again he checked on Sally when the metre modification were correct and she had not really done anything since Monday. He knew her carnations were getting to her, because he would see them in the trash that was in effect she had to be thinking about him then.

The flight of steps was polish and getting through drome security measures was well-situated since everything had been sent on ahead and checked so they just verified the ID's and processed the passports. In the cab on the way to The Institute Qamar was flighty, but not objectionable. Mike wanted to tranquillise her down, but figured there was not a lot he could do being a male, and given her bringing up so he left her alone and the misstep from the airport was very quiet. He texted the Institute to let them know they were on their way.

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

The instructor had a sort out wing when they were off duty so Mike went to his elbow room first, and was in luck.

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey Mike ! You on a legal transfer ?"

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

"Hey I get paid for being a asshole and blinking women, it's a dependable life."Oren laughed

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

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

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

"Maybe you can descend look out her sometime once she is at my menage while I am on a job, but Oren, no pinch, just feel, If I let you."

"Man Mike we used to share them all."

"Yeah call me sentimental."

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

"Why not commit her here ? We can get her obedient in no fourth dimension while your cellar is being built."

"Oren, I like the brain game I like watching them struggle with their new reality and coming to terms with it in one licking after another, that I am their new macrocosm. I want my own particular soupcon, my Friend and I don't want anyone else touching her till I say."

"Poor girl, your touch is rough."

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

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

"Not this prison term, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to outfit myself with some new physical object I saw in the store and then hop a woodworking plane nursing home, I got ta check on my project. ``

"All right field, well maybe next time."Oren missed training girls with Mike. They made a good tag team.

Mike spent time at the fund going over the harshness of quip's transactions and picking out just the good method of punishment. By the meter he was done he was excited about the next weekend with his project.

On the flight home he thought of Sally and all the new things he and bought to try out on her.

Once at his base of operations, mike slept, checked on quip, she was asleep, but her bedroom luminosity was on….nightmares perhaps ? mike knew that was probably true, but wished there was another way to get inside a person's head. They seemed to always bear incubus. On the way from the aerodrome he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few Dianthus caryophyllus here and there in the apartment just to name indisputable she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a sentence for atonement. He was going to teach her who was in boot on Friday. mike went shopping for food and other odds and ends to pee-pee sure he was ready .