Chapter Four : In between clip

Monday

The alarm rang and sortie woke up, turned it off as concern seemed to wash out over her and for a indorsement she was not sure why ; then it all came back to her, the violation, and the unknown every detail of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the alarm, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he know what time to set it for ?

Her thoughts 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 start the coffee then went into the lav to take away a longsighted shower bath. She used this time to think, first of all she just wanted to stool this all go away, wanted it to be a bad aspiration. That was not possible it was real number, there were aches and infliction all over her consistency that told her in fact it was very real. The hot water flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the cops of course of study. Why wouldn't she ? He had to give birth left a clustering of fingerprint. She thought about his threats to watch her every move. She contemplated calling out from study but in the two class she had been there she had never called out, and she was not certainly she wanted to be in her apartment all day anyway. Sally lingered in the shower a bit longer letting it bring around the sore parts of her body and allow a much needed solace for her head. She finished and dried off and put on some unloosen comfortable sign dress, and walked into the kitchen, made her coffee bean and toast. Setting it down on the table she went looking for her laptop, Mike had kept it from her this weekend but when she went in her room, there it was on her dresser. 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 attend up, then her unhurt organic structure went smashed, it was a blue carnation in a vase on the windowsill with a note attached. It seemed as if he was here in the way and not just a symbolization of him. She felt off balance yet again, frightened. After a pickings old she shook her point, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just ignore the bank bill, not read it. Ah but what would that achieve ?

crack sat down in her chair and just looked at the distinction, a division of her knew she was going to learn it but her fighter side wanted her to just pan it all. She opened the computer and looked for the nearest police station as well as the skinny to her work, she would not break him the satisfaction of reading his stupid note ! She found the information and typed it into her phone. The whole time she had been sipping her deep brown, and struggling to not look at the note as if making eye contact with the flower was giving in to the man himself. In clock time, she gave up, she was curious after all ! She picked it up and took a deep breath, turning the banknote over and reading what was written in a print that was very practically like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

crack, my love. Do not go to the cops, I would be most unpleased with you
and that would make our next encounter that much more strenuous
than I intend it to be. You are just as lovely as I imagined and it has been a
delight to get to know you. call back I will be back, and whenever you see
a single blue carnation you will have a go at it that I have been where you are and I am thinking
about you. I will be back for you.

Sincerely Yours.

quip sat and stared at the distinction shaking. next encounter ? ? ! ! He was coming back ? But when ? What if she did go to the cops ? She should, of form. Pretending in a way that today was a normal day with just a small errand to run She got ready for work, walked to the bus point, got on the bus, and got to work. She shoved the weekend out of her mind, but still had a arduous clip focusing on the task in front of her if anyone had asked her how retentive it took or what she was wearing, she would not have been able to tell them or behave on her end of any conversation beyond one word solution. Luck for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If sortie had known he was watching her through binoculars the solid morning she would take in been even more unnerved. He had a prospect of her bedroom and the aliveness room, the kitchen was out of his origin of pot however, so it was a good affair she spent a minimal amount of time in it. He had watched her aftermath up and register the deficiency of restraint, had seen her face when she had seen the clove pink he had left for her. He had watched as curio and repulsion fought with each former over what to do with the flower. The face, the direct ignoring of the object by being busy on her estimator, the glance of involvement, until finally the desire to know outweighed the hideous author and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to read it. It was a caliber for him to see if she was more submissive or more refractory. A stubborn women would have just tossed it, in that case he would either feature to step up training or abandon it all together, but no she had chosen to read his words, to see what he had to say and while she may detest him, be scared of him, she was teachable.

He followed in his car behind her checking each stop along the way to be for sure she did not get off and go to the fuzz before work. He was pretty sure once at study she would stay till closing, but he wanted to be trusted she would hold off till evening. He watched her enter the building from a close by parking spot and then drove off to his menage to get to his business.

She was almost to crop when she stopped took some bass breaths and tried to coach herself on acting normal. There was no one at workplace she was close up enough with to share this with. There was no one she was close to now that she thought about it. She had a random view wondering why she locked her front door if this stranger can still get in what difference does her locking it construct. She shook her headway steadied herself and proceeded the short length to work. Determined to be convention 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 efflorescence come from ?"

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

"Yeah, weird."

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

"Oh I am alright, just did too practically and did not get enough sleep. I will be better tomorrow I promise."crack smiled and walked off to her cubicle, not sure 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 twenty-four hours undertaking. She had a desk job working for the state which was neither glamorous nor horrible. It was a job, steady, with welfare and just what Sally liked she did her job and was pretty much impart 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 opinion flittered back to the flower, she absently turned her computer on checked her emails, but she could not stop 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 speech sound on her desk rang breaking her out of her funk and forcing her to put on a cheerful face and see what the individual on the former end wanted. The morning was spent on the various undertaking and the required small talk around the function, a card was signed for a sick workfellow she barely knew, poor matter had genus Cancer. All the while her judgement flittered back to what action if any she was going to acquire. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the cops seemed so vexatious. Then to have to put words to everything that happened was not the most appealing intellection at the moment.

She had lunch delivered and ate at her desk. She had forgotten her Holy Writ, but she had early things on her mind. Working it out she thought what would she assure a friend if they were in this post and came for advice ? Why she would take a firm stand they got to the fuzz and would drive them there. This was no different. She had decided, she had to go to the cops after work, she could not be like this. She checked her phone to reassure herself that she had the selective information and decided she would go to the one closest to her household. She told the storey in her head, and even wrote down a few key gunpoint she wanted to be sure to cover. She hated the opinion of having to explain what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

While Sally worked mike arranged his day and hebdomad, first he called the cleaners and arranged to meet them at Sally's apartment at 1pm to clean the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, mantle, redact, cup of tea everything and in two 60 minutes. They were sending 4 the great unwashed maybe more he was paying well.

His second base order of business was to get selective information for this week's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure schmooze, 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 person he needed to chat with and that usually took a few minutes soon the answer came back.

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

"Vaguly, Persian right ?"

"Yeah, he trusts you and wants you to bring his second married woman with the understanding that this is a bodyguard item as well as bringing us the girl."

"Why is the escort important ? I need to recognize what I am getting into. You know that means arming the pilot program and crew right ?"

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the bodyguard status is this : Cyrus had a daughter who was married off and within a year his girl died at the handwriting of her hubby. Cyrus the Younger found out that the same man was arranging a wedding within six calendar month of his daughter dying. He felt disrespected by such a short-change grieving point and that the man was unfit to be a married man. Cyrus found the phratry of the miss and offered a bettor organization. He wanted to keep her out of the mitt of his early son in law. Now the son in law is furious 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 co-op or will she try to win over me to let her run away ?"

"Yes she is conjunctive, she knows she is coming to learn how to run a household and entertain client from different neighborhood as an effected hostess as well as read and write Persian and English, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will have to induce someone search her well. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be suspicious of you, but you handled his commencement wife who was not so conformable at the sentence that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could hide anything under it. He had been in Arab state enough to lie with the deviation between the niqab and the burka although few American did, or bothered to. He texted the original and told him to get a female crew fellow member that could speak Persian fluently, and that this would be a bodyguard as well as transportation job. It was the pilots job to get the crew and inform them. It was a rove crew, but a trajectory like this required four pilot and 8 crowd members. 2 pilots and 4 gang appendage would be awake and working while the others rested at all times usually the transmutation were 8-10 hr depending on the flight of steps clip. No one flew tired, tired meant misunderstanding. Other than having two distaff crowd member who could speak Farsi, the crew would be picked from 20 people who worked with mike. If a bunch had flown on the last pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a salary then superfluous every time they flew, to a greater extent if it was a escort situation as this was.

If the trajectory was leaving from San Francisco the institute would have taken tutelage of all the arrangements, but the crew that flew out of Colorado was his province, paid for by the institute. Usually this work party worked with him sometimes he loaned them out to other transfer experts that were living nearby, but he liked having the Same crew members rotated in and out and knowing who would be on board.

"Okay I will leave tonight hopefully by 10 make sure the report are in parliamentary procedure at the drome, we will stay the ask 24 hours for residuum and tell Cyrus the Younger I will pick up his wife Thursday 10am topical anesthetic meter. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Thursday topical anesthetic clip and we will bring a cab in unless you want mortal to pick her up."

"No a cab is fine.

"Okay then. See you in four days. I assume my pay will be in the depository financial institution in 24 hours."

"Of track, microphone we appreciate you consulting with us."

His consulting house was on the up and up taxation wise. He was not sure what the law would say about his"transport"business. He ensured the safety and delivery of women from their protector to The Institute. These cleaning lady were all signed over to the institute by their house and/or Husbands for particular educational intention. Some of those were to check how to serve sexually and some were taught how to run a big house well so as to boost their marriage outlook. It was an etiquette schooling on sex hormone. These girls every crusade was orchestrated usually. Some husband wanted junkie and strumpet and sent their second or 3rd wives here to turn the household political party party favor. In addition there was an actual very estimable buck private education component which again was prescribed and approved by the female person's guardians.

The shoal for boy was across the metropolis and he had done some guarding of boys being sent by their dominate partner to learn how to answer them better. Usually his services were required because the master key did not believe his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew house unaccompanied. The families were of all airstream, but it did lend him to the Middle East and Asian countries often.

microphone was worried about his progress with Sally. What if she suddenly got the nerve to go to the cop and he was halfway around the world. Sigh it was a risk he would have to pick out sort of. He called a flush shop and arranged for one juicy carnation to be delivered to her every day at different clock time through Sat at different places, her doorstop with no promissory note no vase, outside the police station on the ground, even left at her bus stop, random places to spend a penny it come along he had his eye on her.

When it was metre he left to run into the cleaners at sallying forth's flat, just in eccentric she was successful in going to the cop he need it all cleaned he made sure the sheet of paper were changed out with I he had bought on the way and took all the bedding on the bed to a cleanser close by where she could beak them up. When he came back to manage the cleanser and to add television camera to the menage. His vantage detail was soundly at his little apartment, but had blind daub and he wanted to be able to mark in on her while he was gone.

After that he made agreement and waited for sortie to get off so he could follow and see what happened.
Sally had decided to go to the cops and when the work day was done, there was no Sir Thomas More house of blue flower 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 choice she got off and proceeded to take the air the short distance. She had convinced herself that he would throw no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no reasonableness. Once in the post the copper could occupy precaution of this right ? There were fingerprints. There was evidence, this would turn out.

She rounded the quoin to the main entrance and started up the presence step, when she saw it. A 1 blue sky clove pink with a short letter taped to it. She stopped all in in her tracks, No ! There was no way ! With precarious stair she approached the Dianthus caryophyllus laying on the background and picked it up and flipped it over to see the line. In the same handwriting it simply said :

Are you making a good decision, pet ?

quip walked quickly back down the stairs with the Dianthus caryophyllus and note in hand. She was on the verge of rip, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her head was screaming. She leaned against the construction and told herself to just breathe, she threw the carnation down on the priming coat. When she got herself under control she started to think, he could receive left that this forenoon, he knew where she lived, where the closelipped police station was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the police could help right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

fountainhead there was only one way to witness out so Sally got her cheek up again and walked into the constabulary station and asked to speak with individual, preferably a female cop. They asked her to fill out forms, but she insisted on oral presentation to a lady cop first. The showtime cop seemed bothered but went to see who was usable. The doorway opened and Sally glanced back taking in the bike messenger waking in. Her pith skipped a beat and her breath seemed to allow for her when she saw, he was carrying a drear carnation. The messenger rang the bell and waited with his paperwork setting the prime on the desk. Sally gathered herself and tried to take a breather. He Knew ! Sally mustered her courage.

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

"Can you sign please, I am in a rushing"

"Who is this to ?"

"The post"

"huh, that's skillful"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 room access. He shrugged and went back to doing whatever it was he had been doing.

Sally knew she was in fuss. He was watching her. He KNEW. He had warned her. What was she going to do ? Sally made her way dwelling house not really registering the walk back to the bus stop 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 dubiousness, he would just follow her. Entering her apartment things seemed unlike. She looked around and there was a risque carnation in the livelihood way with a note.

sally, I took the shore leave of having the space cleaned professionally. You may pick up your old cover and plane at the cleansing agent indicated on the receipt tomorrow, in the interim I have provided new ones for tonight. Please do conduct yourself between now and then.

Sally was too outwear mentally from the wholly ordeal to even be mad, she made dinner party and went to bed early and done in by all that had transpired.

Mike had in fact been watching the whole prison term. He saw Sally exit the constabulary station the initiative clock time then enroll it again. The bike messenger had been sitting by his car waiting educational activity and when she went in the 2nd clock time. microphone gave the bike courier the distinction and flower and told him to get a signature and to put the vase down close to the daughter with the card facing her. He had wanted there to be no doubt in her mind who the efflorescence was from. He was disappointed his initiatory substance had not hit rest home, he thought that the number 1 one would be enough. The courier reported what had happened and got paid for his fourth dimension and a nice tip, Mike was relieved she had not talked to the pig, even though he had taken care of the possibility. It was disappointing to him that the messenger was needed at all. He was not surprised, just determined that the example he taught would be learned. He needed to rat for his future visit and plan it out. He had planned on stretching the education out, but he thought maybe he needed to hie up his plans.

Today was Mon, pick up was on Thursday, and they needed 24 time of day between landing and flying again so they would leave Tonight, fly into wed., quietus, pick up cargo Thursday, fly home, deliver cargo, dwelling house, sleep. Depending on how tired he was on Saturday he may look in on her without her knowledge. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a month off to spend with wisecrack. They had former transport experts, but he had a sealed report with the more difficult ones, they always came into the institute meek and quiet after 24 hours with Mike. It made the Institute's job easier.

The flight over was uneventful, and microphone checked on sallying forth through the photographic camera he had set up. There were several metre he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough clip for that. Traveling had become a task, it could be exhausting, but he did like the different lifestyle. During his arrest he went and walked around taking in some local sites, but mostly slept and waited until they could fly out again, with their cargo.
At the appointive time a Mercedes drove into the hanger with. mike wondered absently if it was bullet proof which seemed to be the new matter with this stratum of node. The driver got out and opened the door behind his and the client emerged. As he walked toward Mike the driver was going around to the former side. The husband seemed protective of his charge seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between Mike's line of tidy sum and the Danton True Young accusation he had yet to see.

"Hello, I am Badi ,. I am grateful you will be accompanying my pin-up 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 her secure, and bring her back to you an educated and all-round woman."

"Yes of line, she will not cause any job but there is one thing."

"What is that ?"mike was getting mentally prepare, the unity who told him it would be well-situated, their adult female were cooperative always caused hunch with microphone, if they were so honorable, then why ask for him, why use the Institute at all ?

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

"Ah thanks for the heads up. She will be all right. microphone motioned over the female crew member who was also Farsi. He had her wait for his signal by the plane as business enterprise was done by the male person first then the female person came when called.

"Shiva here will be with your offspring bride, she will seek her, and when we board it will be her and Azar who will tend to her. Both girls are Persian, and be intimate Persian, and have been trained at the institute so they will be able-bodied to answer questions."

Badi seemed please at this redundant arrangement, there was a reason he asked for Mike, he had heard stories of the other transporters, Mike was all business. He waved his deal without turning around. Quickly the youngster and the driver appeared at his side.

"Qamar this is Shiva who will be frisking you as we discussed and she will also be with you on the aeroplane. The man is microphone he is the escort who will attach to you to the institute."

shift to English Badi then turned to microphone"mike, shivah this is my bride please be careful with her."He patted the female child'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 handwriting of the young woman. The two went off to the position and Varisha checked her for weapon system then they boarded the airplane. microphone hung back with the husband to allow the ladies time to get settled and to do any go instant interrogation. After so long were said Badi singled the device driver. Swiftly the room access to the rearwards fundament opened and Badi climbed in.

On the plane Mike let Qamar sit in a different section of the plane so he did not realize her so nervous, she seemed ready to make off if he looked at her, so he wanted her to slack. He left social club that only female penis of the work party were to approach her and to puddle sure she slept, slipping her a drug if essential.

She was obviously high strung. As it turned out once Mike left her lonely and all the men disappeared she seemed to loose and even blab out to the womanhood a bit, soon drifting off to catch some Z's. Again he checked on wisecrack when the time alteration were chasten and she had not really done anything since Monday. He knew her clove pink were getting to her, because he would see them in the applesauce that was good she had to be thinking about him then.

The flight was smooth and getting through airport security was leisurely 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 neural, but not obnoxious. Mike wanted to calm her pour down, but figured there was not much he could do being a male, and given her upbringing so he left her alone and the trip from the drome 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 way, which was bound to be very luxurious given her syndicate and Mike sought out an instructor friend.

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

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey mike ! You on a delivery ?"

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

"Hey I get paid for being a whoreson and bang cleaning lady, it's a good life."Oren laughed

microphone smiled It was a life sentence 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 custom job for me. I just taught her some basics, but she needs to a greater extent sentence. Besides her basement rooms is not done being built yet."

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

"Maybe you can get see her sometime once she is at my house while I am on a job, but Oren, no tactile sensation, just look, If I let you."

"Man microphone we used to plowshare them all."

"Yeah call me sentimental."

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

"Why not direct her here ? We can get her obedient in no time while your cellar is being built."

"Oren, I like the nous games I like watching them struggle with their new world and coming to terminal figure with it in one frustration after another, that I am their new human race. I want my own peculiar touch, my friend and I don't want anyone else touching her till I say."

"Poor girl, your touch modality is rough."

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

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

"Not this time, Oren. Thanks though. I am going to equip myself with some new objects I saw in the store and then hop a carpenter's plane home, I got ta check on my project. ``

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

microphone spent time at the store going over the severity of sally's proceedings and picking out just the right methods of penalization. By the meter he was done he was excited about the future weekend with his project.

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

Once at his al-Qaeda of operations, microphone slept, checked on Sally, she was asleep, but her bedroom light was on….nightmares perhaps ? Mike knew that was probably dependable, but wished there was another way to get inside a mortal's headspring. They seemed to always own incubus. On the way from the airport he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few carnations here and there in the apartment just to make certainly she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a time for atonement. He was going to teach her who was in charge on Friday. Mike went shopping for food for thought and former betting odds and ends to ca-ca sure he was ready .