The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got plume quickly for the ‘ introduction engagement ’. Neither one of the participants knew ahead of time that they had already met their dinner party date. That was my own little joke, at least it was funny in my nous. When I told Jill about it, I got a huge eyeroll and a milk shake of her head.

As usual, Dakota had everything set up. The limousine arrived at the perfect time, complete with Fred driving. Jill whispered in my ear that she felt better having Fred be our Chauffeur. I, of form, just agreed with her.

I stayed materialistic in my garb. I wore a short sleeved collared shirt and a pair of gracious blue jean. Jill wore a dungaree wench and a cute blouse, that I wanted to guide off her as it highlighted her beautiful contours.

We went to Heidi Longmire's dwelling first. I decided to do that for prophylactic reasons. If they don't hit it off or she feels uncomfortable then he wouldn't know where she lived. Since she is an agent for the FBI, she had accession to information about him that he probably didn't even be intimate was available.

When we got to Heidi's sign, I got out and went to the front door. It was a nice neat house. The grand was mowed, and she had a precious piddling flowerbed against the front facing of the house. One affair I did notice was that she had no declamatory trees. She had a couple of pubic hair but no big trees.

I rang the doorbell and heard her shout,"Hold on, I'm coming,"she said. Of course, in my capitulum, the prank of ‘ not yet you're not'about her coming came to the straw man of my stupid brain. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the threshold and the bolt before she opened the door.

When she did give the front doorway, there stood before me a beautifully thin athletic woman. She was wearing a pair of dress jeans and a nice blouse. In my head, I didn't know what was going on, but I wouldn't idea seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a couple of moment to lock the front end room access back up, including the deadbolt.

"You can never be too heedful,"she said to me putting her key into the deadbolt ignition lock.

"There, all locked up. Shall we go ?"Heidi says to me.

I put my arm out for her to catch onto and we walk down her walkway to the limo. Fred has the doorway open and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in showtime then me. Since I wasn't sure if Heidi knew my married woman or not, I did introductions.

"Jill, this is agent Heidi Longmire, but tonight she is just Heidi Longmire,"I say causing Jill to again give me an eye roll. However, it did get a giggle from Heidi. I thought to myself, ahh a new audience for my ridiculous jokes.

"Heidi, this is my gorgeous wife, Jill,"I say. They both exchange pleasantries.

Fred shuts the door and off we go. Heidi's FBI wonder is starting to show.

"So how do you have a go at it that I'll like this guy ?"She asks.

"Um, let's call it a hunch,"I tell her trying to be cagey, but she is a professional person inquisitor, so I must watch over my step.

"Do I get any wind on what he looks like ?"She asks.

"Well, he has two oculus, one nozzle, and a pair of back talk,"I tell her as I see Jill's centre roll again. I'm having fun, but I think Jill might get seen this act before.

"OH WOW, two eyes you say ? That must crap him special. Any other characteristic you care to share ?"She asks obviously playing along.

"well let's see, yeah, he puts his pants on one leg at a time and he wears skid,"I say to her causing her to laugh.

"Hell, this is fun. I haven't even met the guy and already its in effect than my last-place two engagement,"Heidi says. This causes Jill to now jump into the conversation.

"Heidi, tell me, how voiceless is it for individual like yourself, a Federal Agent to find someone to give birth a family relationship with ?"Jill asks.

"well, it's rugged. You start off just like every early merging. You try to sidestep telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extreme or the other. Either they want to tell you their police connection, or for some reason, they hate the Law Enforcement authority that you work for. Then you must hold on an eye out that you're not being followed from the office to your home or your neighborhood,"Heidi tells us.

"I guess you can't just go to a bar and pick up someone for a one-night stand, can you ?"Jill asks.

"Sure, you can if your stupid. You never know when you will run into someone that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can tell you that they will always spot you before you spot them. It does make things difficult, that's probably why so many factor date and marry other factor,"she tells us.

"Would I be out of bounds to say your job can be a lonely job ?"I ask.

"Absolutely. Unless you have a close mathematical group of people that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way things are going these days, it only gets more difficult, which is why I chose to gamble on you asking me out. You are high-pitched profile and you've shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at to the lowest degree I'll get a meal paid for. The last date I ended up paying for the meal because his soon to be ex-wife had canceled all his credit scorecard and emptied their bank news report. It variety of puts a muffler on what should have been a nice evening,"she says.

I feel for her. I went through some of those dates before I met Jill and I am thankful every night that night she was my trainer back at Happy Limo.

We pull up to a nice-looking menage. Fred parks the limo on the street and opens the car for Heidi and me to get out to go to Patrick's front door. I'm smiling the totally walk to the door.

I let her ring the Bell. We hear"Hold on, I'll be right there,"and some stride coming to the front door.

Patrick opens the room access. There is a sandbag silence from both people. They both look at me as if I've just grown two heads.

"Saint Patrick, I would like to premise you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would like to introduce you to Patrick Meyers"I say smiling.

I guess to act as along, St. Patrick reaches his hand out and trill Heidi's mitt.

"C'mon Guy, let's have a nice nighttime. No lecture about what has happened, tonight you aren't an FBI agent, got it ?"I ask her. She shakes her head yes. Saint Patrick still looks confused.

"OK, guy here's the deal. I had intended to acquaint you two before the whole matter with dawn happened. There was no way to avoid you guy confluence, so I just kept my rima oris shut. We can end this right now if you two don't want to go any further, but I think you two will hit it off,"I say to both.

"David, how do you eff that we'll hit it off ?"Patrick asks.

"Actually, I don't. It's a intuition. You both work insane time of day, you both have a near temperament, and you both seem to get along with me, which isn't as well-off as I think it is, or at least my wife Tell me so every once in a while,"I say to them smiling.

They look at each former, shrug their shoulders and proceeded to manoeuver to the limousine. Patrick must stop and go back to the presence door to lock the top deadbolt lock.

"There, its'all locked up now,"he says.

"That's what she did and said when I picked her up,"I tell him.

"Well, obviously she cares about home security David,"Saint Patrick says to me.

We get to the limo where Fred is standing stoically with the rearwards threshold overt. Patrick lets Heidi get in first, then I shove him in and climb in behind him.

"Patrick this is my wife Jill,"I say to him.

"Jill, this is Patrick,"introducing Jill to Patrick.

St. Patrick says,"Jill, it's decent to meet you. I do let a doubt for you,"he says to Jill.

"Go ahead,"

"How do you put up with this guy's dumbass antics ?"St. Patrick asks Jill.

"Well, I kind of wealthy person to since I married the fuckhead,"she says smiling causing Heidi and Patrick to laugh.

The ride to the restaurant went smoothly as Fred knew a short cut on a one-way road that saved us hitting three additional traffic lights.

When we arrived at Texas longhorn's chophouse, Saint Patrick's eyes lit up.

"Hot hoot, I love this lieu. I haven't been quite a while, but their nutrient is wonderful. Heidi, what do you retrieve of this plaza ?"He asks all smile and full of Energy Department, which made me exhale just a bit. Now if we can get Heidi to jest around a bit then maybe the evening will go well.

As the four of us were walking into the eating place, my phone buzzes.

"Damn David, you work as a good deal as we do,"Saint Patrick says to me.

I look at the school text message. It 's from Dakota"Plane ready for tomorrow for a tripper to Seattle. Will we be staying over or coming home tomorrow Nox ?"

I think about it for a present moment then text her that hopefully, we will be returning dwelling house tomorrow Night, but very late.

I apologize for the text message. Both Patrick and Heidi understood.

The stewardess tells us that there's about a half 60 minutes wait for a table for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there bechance to be four butt together at the bar. Patrick and I pull the seats out for the gentlewoman then we take the extraneous two seats. The barmaid, a long-haired brunette with slight eyebrows and green eyes ask what we want for drinks and do we want an appetizer while we wait.

Patrick ask Heidi,"Do you have a preference for a drink ?"

"How about just a squeamish field glass of vino. Maybe a Cabernet Sauvignon ?"she says to him.

"Jill, your common, a merlot ?"I ask.

Saint Patrick orders a cabernet for Heidi and a dark beer for himself. I order a merlot for Jill and a coke for myself.

"You don't drink ?"Patrick asks me.

"No, not really,"I tell him.

"Anyone want to orderliness an appetizer ?"I ask.

No one seems all that interested in having an appetiser at the bar.

"Heidi, are you from this expanse ?"I ask trying to get some conversation going.

"No, not really. I grew up a bit north of here in San Francisco. When I graduated high school, I went to San Diego land University and then Law school day. I applied to the agency in my last yr of law school and was accepted,"she tells us.

"Patrick, are you from here ?"I ask.

"Yep, I grew up in a small town called San Giambattista Marini. We lived in a small home on Vega street. I screwed around in luxuriously school and graduated with a C+ average. I really had no intentions of going to college. I took fear of all the cleansing in the house since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodwork, cabinetry mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an accounting firm. Since I did all the cleaning at our home, it was an slowly spring to starting my own occupation, cleaning other the great unwashed's homes,"Patrick tells us.

"How long have you been in business concern ?"Jill asks as she takes a sip of her merlot.

"About 8 yr now. Until the thing the former day, I was considering trying to elaborate the byplay towards Beverly mound. You got me thinking about potential customer I'm leaving on the table since your family is the only one that my party takes tending of,"Patrick says to us.

I see Heidi take a foresighted sip of her Cabernet Sauvignon before asking,"Patrick, do you repent not going to college or are you more of a hands-on guy,"Heidi asks him.

"Well, I don't regret not going to college. Yet, all those company that you see on TV, I would hold liked to attend one or two, but alas I chose to work instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law school, did you get wild and softheaded ?"St. Patrick asks.

"Wild and crazy ? No, not at all. I had my sights set on where I wanted to be and thus, I kept my nose to the Word. I don't think I was even invited to a college political party, let alone go to one,"she says after another foresightful sip of her wine.

"Jacques Louis David, you and Jill probably went to college, didn't you ?"Patrick asks.

"Nope. Jill is a Marine and I spent most of my grownup lifespan working in the eating house business,"I tell them.

"Well, if she's armed forces and you're a restaurant guy, how did you two fit ? Did she hail into your restaurant and it was love at first flock ?"He says to me.

"She was my trainer at the limo company,"I tell them, which gets a couple of odd tone from Patrick and Heidi.

"I took a job learning to be a chauffeur at Happy, Happee Limo and Jill was my trainer. Although I was dating someone else when we first met, it didn't take very long for Jill to have her way with me,"I say laughing. Jill gives the big eyeroll causing Patrick and Heidi to laugh. I get poked in the ribs for the joke.

Our little coaster buzzes telling us that our table is gear up. We get up and head back to the hostess stand. I hand her the buzz affair and she takes the four of us to a nice table towards the back of the restaurant's primary floor.

Both St. Patrick and I hold out the chairwoman for our ladies who give each of us a polite ‘ thank you ’.

As the hostess hands us the fare's she tells us that the specials for the night are inside the menu. We thank her and she heads back to the stewardess stand.

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine-colored. I order up another trash for the ladies, another beer for Patrick and another coke for myself. I also rules of order an appetizer for the table. It 's my common cheesy stuffed mushroom, I tell our guests that it's one of the things that I love about longhorn. The waitress smiles at the appetizer lodge and heads off.

Jill sees some sorting of Salmon River salad at the tabular array next to us and decides to club it. Heidi looks over at the same mesa and decides to order it as well. Of course, Patrick and I are going to order steaks. I figure you don't go to a chophouse and not order steaks, just seems wrong.

When the waitress comes back with our appetizer social club, she offers to take our dinner order of magnitude. She asks first if the bank bill will be secern or all together.

"Ma'am, the peak will be all together, and I will take aim it,"I tell her making trusted that Patrick or Heidi don't try to pay for the meal.

St. Patrick, being a gentleman's gentleman, ordering Heidi's dinner party then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak steak with a baked potato fully loaded, a sign salad with ranch dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of baked murphy soup which she says they make a fantastic edition of that soup.

Jill likes the theme of a cup of soup as well. I order her salmon salad along with a cup of the baked potato soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak, metier rare, baked potato fully loaded and a salad with K islands dressing and extra tomatoes and no onions. We were all smiling when the waitress left the table with our order.

"Saint David, how did you go from being a trainee of Jill's to CEO of Jaxson, Inc. ? That must be one hell of a story,"Patrick says which has Heidi listening.

"Jill, would you wish to tell the story, or have me do it ?"I ask her smiling.

"Oh, I'll let you tell the news report, you seem to jollify in it,"she tells the table, smiling the whole time.

"St. Patrick and Heidi, on our s dark working together, one of the other driver's was in a horrible traffic accident. We had longtime clients arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the close limo to go plunk up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the private jet area of the airport. We didn't have the proper car to peck them up and didn't have enough metre to get to the part and swap railway car, so we just went to the aerodrome. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up next to their jet and I jumped out and put their luggage into the trunk. I stood by the back doorway and Bob and Melanie got into the car. As we were going, I turned around and apologized to the Jaxsons telling them that their common chauffeur was in a bad accident. I also apologized for not having the correct vehicle for them and made the decision to give them the service for free. Jill asked if we needed to give up at a Walgreen's for Melanie Jaxson as she was nauseated from a tempest that the jet flew through. We got them to their hotel. Bob Jaxson pulled me aside and told me that if I decide to move up in the world, he's got a view for soul like me,"I tell them.

"Are you going to tell them about how you got a $ 2000 tip from them that night and I only got $ 800 ? You sit there and chat with them and I do all the work, yet you get the big tip and I don't,"Jill says smile and giggling as she takes another sip of her merlot.

"wait a minute of arc, you got $ 2800 as a tip from Mr. and Mrs. Jaxson ?"Heidi asks.

"Yes, we did. It wasn't long before I called Bob Jaxson and well, the rest is history,"I tell them,

"David, you said you were dating someone else when you met Jill ?"Heidi asks.

"Yep, sure was. I spoke to the lady that I was dating, her public figure was Tina. I knew that we weren't going anywhere in our relationship. We just broke it off. The very night we broke it off, Jill was in an automobile chance event. She tried to call our boss, who didn't answer. She tried to visit a tightlipped protagonist, who also didn't response. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at urban center Hospital. I raced across town to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what exam room she was in. I ran through the hallways and burst into the examination room. There was the most beautiful, and pathetic looking woman I had ever seen,"I said to them telling them the tarradiddle. Of trend, Jill was playfully shaking her forefront no through half the story.

"Hey, my story, I tell it my way,"I say to Jill who just smiling and punch me again in the ribs.

"Well, they had her hopped up on pretty severe pain medication, what was it again affectionately, morphia ?"I asked.

She just nodded her head yes.

"That's when she declared her undying love for me and we've been together ever since,"I tell them. Again, I get the big eye peal from Jill which makes me laugh.

"And now I'm stuck with him like gum on a shoe,"Jill says to Patrick and Heidi.

Our food arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

As we begin to eat our dinner, Patrick asks,"David and Jill, how do you like being in charge of a multinational companionship such as Jaxson, Inc. ?"

Jill answers first,"Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am thankful that my assistant has a good headland for numbers. Saint David pirated her away from a Mercedes dealership because they weren't treating her right. Here she was selling David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to give her course credit for selling one. She went on the trial crusade with David and he made her a job offer. She didn't accept until she was sure that they were going to screw her over and not render her the to the full commission,"Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to notice on our jobs at Jaxson Inc. a person tapped me on the shoulder from behind me. I turned to see Missy, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one Nox a match of weeks ago who stayed at the mansion for three days.

"Hello, do you commemorate me ?"She asks.

"Of course, I do Missy, how are you ?"I ask her.

"girl, you remember this is my wife Jill. And these are two supporter, Heidi and St. Patrick,"I tell her, hoping that she won't say anything that Jill and I will have to explain.

"Jacques Louis David, I got a new cell earphone. Let me impart you my new phone number, so when you have another company at your house, you can remember to take in me,"she says smiling. In my caput, that wasn't too bad of a statement that I would own to explain.

She writes her headphone number down on a guest check, kisses me on the cheek and heads off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the whole time.

"Um, David, do random adult female just come up to you and give you their phone act and a buss before trying to ask over themselves to one of your parties ?"Heidi asks me.

Jill response,"Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever imagine. He gets women pursuing him as if I'm not even here. It's almost as if he's a rock star and we just live in his world,"she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a finicky facial nerve expression and then just sort of accept that answer.

I decide to try and narrow the serve down to keep Heidi from getting too suspicious.

"Heidi, young woman got invited to a party we had several weeks ago by a acquaintance of a friend thing. She had a large time. We had respective single guy and I think she may throw collected just about every individual guy's telephone act at the party. She sent me a card a calendar week or so later telling me it was one of the best parties she had been to in a foresighted, recollective meter,"I tell Heidi.

"The life of a CEO,"Patrick says.

I see that we are finishing up with our dinners. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the abandon plates off the board, I ask to see a dessert card. Patrick's eyes light up, but the peeress seemed rather full.

I know that no matter how replete Jill is, she's a sucker for the caramel apple stampede. Patrick asks Heidi if she would care to split their chocolate stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

I place the dessert club for Jill and I and Saint Patrick club for Heidi and him.

I decided to ask the singular interrogative,"So, have either of you been married before ?"which gets me a playful slap on the shoulder from Jill.

"Geeze David, that's kind of personal don't you think ?"Jill says to me.

"Um, no not really. It's just a question,"I say to her.

Heidi goes first,"No, no ex. I dated a guy for a long prison term, but he took a job in another urban center and well, we just haven't been in hint since he moved. What about you Patrick ?"she asks.

"Nope, no exes. I too dated a cleaning lady for a while and now we aren't dating because I spend too much clip trying to assume maintenance of my customers,"he tells Heidi.

The waitress comes back to the table with our desserts. I see Jill's eye light up seeing the caramel brown apple dessert. As Jill and I get to part the sweet, I notice that Heidi and Patrick have basically forgotten about Jill and me and get going chatting and feeding each other. I am smiling from ear to ear, all the piece being poked in the ribs by Jill.

I lean in and snog my gorgeous wife, licking the low feeling of caramelized sugar off her lips.

After about 15 mo or so, the waitress delivers me the bank check. I put my mention identity card on the top of the piffling book, and she takes the whole thing. Jill and I just sit there watching Patrick and Heidi be friendly but very close to being intimate. In my heading, I hit it out of the park on this one.

Jill and I begin a conversation about me heading to Seattle in the morning time with Dakota.

"What's in Seattle ?"She asks.

"Well, again we have territory handler in the eatery group that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a aggregate of thirty hours when they know that we expect them to work 45. I've reviewed all the potential difference promotes just in slip I end up cleaning the planetary house,"I tell Jill.

"Do you expect to ride out overnight, or will you return tomorrow night ?"Jill asks.

"Well, right now I'm expecting to come nursing home tomorrow night. I'll text you or consume Dakota call you if things change,"I say to Jill. She nods her head in acceptance.

As Jill and I are just chatting, Patrick and Heidi suddenly become self-conscious that they have been having their own private little conversation.

"Um, we're sorry that we ignored you,"Heidi says a little embarrassed.

"No worries guys, that's what this was all about. For you two to meet under slack up luck and maybe, just maybe you two would hit it off,"I say to them.

"Of track, if you marry and have deal of babies, then I get all the credit,"I say to them laughing. Once again Jill gives me the big eyeroll and a poke in the ribs. St. Patrick and Heidi laughter as well, although neither one says anything to my gossip about marriage and babies.

We all four get up from the table and brain out. When Fred sees us coming out of the restaurant, he brings the limo over to the front door. He stops the car, opens the back door and we all get in. At this peak, the wine has taken ahold of the adult female as they are giggling and laughing.

"Are we through for the night or would you guys like a nice misstep down to the beach or along sunset Strip ?"I ask.

"David, while this has been one of the best nighttime that I've had in quite a long prison term, I do bear employment in the cockcrow. So, unfortunately, I must call it a night,"Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to take Patrick home first then we will degenerate off Heidi. I see them take their phones out and switch over earphone act. Jill looks at me and smiles, my stunned plan worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limo read/write head towards St. Patrick's piazza. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm rustling in my ear to let her walk him to the front door.

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his front man door and they kiss. Not one of those I'm going to fuck your mind out buss, but a nice adult end of the eve first date kiss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

Heidi walks pensively down the walkway to the limousine, where Fred has the door open waiting for her.

She gets in and gives me a quick smooch on the impertinence as she scoots by me to her seat.

"Thank you, St. David, this has been a wonderful evening. I think that Patrick and I are going to try and maybe sports meeting for a tardy deep brown or a dessert one night this week,"she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. I am so very happy that my stupid plan worked and two people who work their ass off may now bear a future.

Jill speaks up,"Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his pillock ego. If you and Patrick become good friends or infernal region buff, then Jacques Louis David will have a account about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned,"she says laughing the completely metre she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently well-chosen my piddling plan worked.

When we got to Heidi's house, Fred holds the room access open for Heidi. I get another kiss on the cheek as she's getting out of the limo. Jill and I watch her walk to her breast room access where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the door and gets in the driver's seat to take us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the necessary buttons to spread out the gate, He stops the car by the front door and Army of the Righteous Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the court and capitulum back towards the limo return for the car. I figure that Fred has about one more minute of work. He'll return the limo, get in his Mustang and ride it over here and park it in the garage with everyone else's vehicle.

Jill and I go inside. We see various people either in the kitchen or in the TV room. They all ask Jill how the non-date day of the month went. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a just match. She kisses me and narrate me that she loves me and hopes that I know she is just teasing.

"Of line, I know you're just teasing me. That's what married couples do my pet,"I say to her.

I see Dakota sitting in another of my Edward White tee shirts. I lean over her, snog her on the cheek and differentiate her that I figure we should exit about 11 or so to head to the airport. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is ready. I kiss her again and tell apart her right night. Jill and I head down the hallway to our bedroom.

I pull my rucksack out to take with me just in type. I also put a duad of shorts and a tee shirt in the backpack.

Jill sheds her wearing apparel and rise into bed. I shed my own clothes as well and get into bed with her. We embrace each other and osculate for a while before we drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When my middle opened in the morning, only Jill was in bed with me. I slipped out of bed and headed into the bathroom for my dawning ritual and a shower.

Once I was through with the shower, I went and got dressed. I grabbed my phone off the charger, grabbed my wallet, and my keys.

I was variety of charge up as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the bedroom to the kitchen. nigh of the sunrise group are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I'm a bit storm as Saint John the Apostle only seems to be eating a pipe bowl of cereal.

As each of the ladies'head toward their vehicle, the kitchen thins out. Dakota pours me a glass of pineapple plant juice and osculation me before she sits down with her cup of coffee.

I see that individual left the TV on and I hear that the weather in Seattle will be rainy. I remind Dakota to be sure to get her cute waterproof and her skid proof shoes. She tells me that she already has them next to her overnight bag at the front door. She gets up and saunter over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her precious ass on my lap causing me to set out to get hard. She feels me and wiggles her ass a piffling more.

In my head, I figure since the flying time is a couple of hour, her and I will probably act a bit in the jet.

As John finishes his cereal grass, he gathers his own packsack and head towards his truck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking Saint John the Apostle to slow down as she wants to get a cup of umber to take with her. He just laughs and says he'll wait in the hand truck for her cute ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how a good deal St. John has matured over the by few month and I think that he needs a new project to wreak on, however, I'm not sure what the earmark projection might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID confirmation project. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the tug that we bought back to just term. Paula is working on keeping the three limo troupe running smoothly. Donna has the vociferation marrow firing on all cylinder. BJ is helping Jill on their gillyflower conversion project. Danni is handling the presence reception area just fine now that she is getting a luncheon break. Tina and her Mom in Phoenix are feeding me good intel on the two construction that we have bought down there. And, of course of action, Dakota is being the best assistant possible. Amy is running the house and keeping matter in check. The two chefs are making everyone happy with their top-quality cooking. The porn twins and the CG boys are doing a prissy job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a fiend, trying to maintain things going in the pornography manufacture. Belinda is now seeing somebody in the manufacture and that is fine with me. Yet, I have no idea what to do with John. He does everything that I ask him to do, yet it just seems in my oral sex that he could be doing something more.

Watching the morning time TV, I see that the shot of the Mexican Drug Cartel is still in the news cycle.

I looked at my cellular phone and saw that I missed a schoolbook content from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a wonderful even and said that she and Saint Patrick have a coffee escort in a couple of nights. This made me smile. I texted her back that I was happy that they both hit it off well.

I headed back down the hallway to get a sound charger to take with me, just in case. As I came out of my bedroom, my darling Dakota was coming out of hers. Mom also came out of her bedroom, but not with Fred.

"Mom, where's Fred ?"

"He's getting a limo to take aim you and Dakota to the jet. He's also going to pick me up a muffuletta from that grand Italian restaurant,"she tells me.

I tell Bobby that Dakota and I will be in Seattle until late tonight, but they already knew as Dakota had told them both. I was form of bummed as the chefs were making beef stroganoff once again.

Dakota told me that the limo was expected to be here in about 15 minutes or so. I sat down on the sofa in the living room to just suppose about John and postponement for the limo. When I saw it displume up, I still had not figured out what to do with Gospel According to John. I called for Dakota ; she came bounding out of her chamber towards me.

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limousine. Once again, Fred stood with the back door open. I tossed our bags into the bole and got into the back. Dakota came out and before she got into the limo, she kissed Fred on the cheek.

As she got into the limousine, I swear that she wiggled her ass towards Fred, but maybe I was just imagining that. She got in, kissed me on the impertinence and sat powerful next to me. Since she was in her usual spot, next to me, I felt her hand on my cock almost immediately. It certainly didn't take long for me to get grueling with her deal stroking me. In just consequence, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably slow traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and Pisces the Fishes out my now hard cock. Her backtalk and mouthpiece surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the jibe and head of my humanity. I gently put my manus on the back of her head. She swallowed me as she has done many times before. I just laid my foreland back on the seat as she bobbed her head up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her body up to be sideways on the limo seat. I gently pulled her shorts aside to scupper her moist pussycat. Inserting two fingers into her, I could find her mouth tighten around my rooster swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two fingers inside of her cunt, I used my thumb to rub short circles on her clit. This made her moan on my hammer. I thrust it as deep into her mouth as I could get. She swallowed my humanity as far as she could take it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her pharynx. She kept bobbing her fountainhead up and down. As I kept pushing my fingers into her pussy with reckless abandon, she began moaning more and more on my manhood. I felt her getting surface-active agent and wetter. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a third base, then a quartern finger inside of her and drive in and out repeatedly. My helping hand was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her first pinnacle,"OH GAWD dada, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I'M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU,"she says to me as I feel her cunt splash my manus and wrist.

She swallows my cock once again, but not until I feel her Delicious pussy spasm around my hand again. As her body does this, I feel my own body approaching its orgasmic efflorescence,"GAWD DAMN DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW,"I say to her before I shoot what feels like a Imperial gallon of my man juice into her accepting oral cavity. I pull my hand from her pussy and lap the tasty orgasmic juice off it.

She just smiles at me and snuggles her oral sex into my breast as the limousine livelihood moving towards the airport. Soon, Fred puts the privacy division down a mates of inches to let us cognise that we are only about two transactions away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two minute of arc pass, Fred pulls the limo up adjacent to the jet and gets out, opening the bole first. I take both base and put four $ 100 throwaway into his shirt pouch, even though he tries to politely worsen the tip. I thank him for his tough workplace and remind him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

Dakota climbs the steps into the jet, and I follow her. I stow the two handbag in the viewgraph compartment, and we settle down onto the couch.

The hatchway door conclusion and the co-pilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her cute footling short circuit and fishes my cock out of my pants and impales herself on me as we accelerate down the runway and into the air. I have to say, that Dakota's cunt going up and down on my humanness as we went down the runway was quite the amazing feeling.

It didn't take Dakota long before I felt her hit her first orgasmic peak. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronco. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the couch thrusting my prick as deep into her as I could get. I put her pocket-sized ankle joint over my shoulder joint essentially bending her in half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her pussy plash my cock and globe over and over again.

Her eyes were rolling into her school principal as I was thrusting hard into her."OH DADDY, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS shuffling ME FEEL SO WONDERFUL WHEN YOU'RE deep interior OF ME. drive ME, YOU KNOW THAT I'M YOURS NOW AND FOREVER,"she says as we both continue to top out together.

I keep fucking her with all that I have. I know that we haven't had sex in quite a few days, but what we are both feeling right now is about the most stupefy that I've felt in a yoke of week, including my time with Ronda.

As we finish cumming with each former, Dakota and I uncouple. She pulls her cute shorts back on and I pull my pants back up. She snuggles into my thorax. I begin kissing her and she responds. I stretch out on the couch and she lays on top of me, just wrapping her weapons system around me and pulling herself tightly into my body. We exchange our ‘ I love you'and just lay all entangled on the couch.

"Dakota, I'm at a loss. I don't know what project to throw John. He is doing well, but he seems to need something to do,"I tell her.

"Let him be me for a workweek,"she tells me.

"Huh ?"I say.

"King John has been learning how to be me for you. He's really trying to previse what you need. Let him handle you. I will be available to him, via phone at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your assistant for a whole week. This will give us a unspoiled read on how he is doing,"she says to me. I pull her into me, and we kiss passionately. Once again, Dakota has come up with a perfect solvent. I know that I'm going to know her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my cock hardening once again.

"What will my darling Dakota do for the week off ?"I ask.

"wellspring, I'll probably be thinking of my daddy the stallion week. Who knows, I may even show up up at the war hawk just to take vantage of my daddy in his office, one never knows how my mind works,"she says to me before we again kiss each other passionately.

I feel her delightful little hands shedding my pants once again. She sheds all her apparel this clock time and spins around putting her tasty pussy over my waiting mouth. I begin to solve and soak up her kitty-cat swallowing every drop of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, swallows my hard cock.

As I'm trouncing and sucking her pussy, I move deeper and take up licking and sucking on her asshole. I thrust my glossa into her as deeply as I can make it go. She roars with another orgasm blasting through her body. I sit up and rive her around to face up away from me. I spread her ass cheeks and throw my manhood into her anal retentive cavity. She moans as we begin to throw up and down on each early. Her body is splashing my crotch with her womanly juice. She cums over and over onto me. I just hold thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just moan and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her small lithe body onto my cock over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my crotch with her cunt juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a while. The original comes onto the verbalizer and lets us love that we are just a few minutes from landing. I hear the landing place paraphernalia lock into station. Dakota and I uncouple and start to cleanse ourselves off with the towels that we have in the viewgraph console towards the backrest of the plane.

"You know that I love you, don't you ?"I ask Dakota.

"Of course, papa, and you know that I love you as well, right ?"she says to me.

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet postulate a downward angle as we approach the runway. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her arms around me as the rack touch the pavement of the track.

"Daddy, maybe we can determine someone to act with for the ride home,"Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a good approximation, but I probably could have dialed up Missy to convey the trip with us. But we'll see how things play out.

When the jet finds a parking smear, I see out the window that a limo is waiting for us. Of course of study, as the weatherman predicted, it is raining.

Once we are parked, the co-pilot opens the hatch and extends the stairs down to the ground. I grab both of our bags and follow my darling Dakota down the steps to the limousine. The driver takes the bags puts them in the trunk as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I script the number one wood the first district office that I want to visit. She thanks me for having an computer address ready and she heads towards the district office.

It takes about half an hour to get to the address. When we arrive, the chauffeur parks the limousine where I ask, away from the door to the territory part. Dakota and I get out of the limo, each with our pelting attire on, plus she has her precious non-slick rain boots on making her look cute.

We walk to the front door of the district federal agency. I open the threshold and let Dakota step inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she take a seat. I begin to walk through the room, without anyone even saying a parole to me. When I get to the back of the elbow room, I ask a nice looking lady if there is anyone that I could speak to. She asks me what it would be about.

"fountainhead, I just walked through the full district bureau and no one even asked me what I was doing, until I reached you,"I said to her.

She asks me to sit down at her desk and she will get me, individual, to speak to. She gets up and heads towards a span of guys chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

"Hello, may I help you ?"the valet de chambre asks.

"Yes sir, I was wondering why you don't have someone to prevent me from walking through this territory situation. Where's your receptionist ?"I ask.

"And whom might you be to be asking these motion ?"He says to me.

"wellspring, here's my stage business card,"I say as I'm handing him my card. He looks at it and apparently doesn't know who I am.

"Ok, so your David Graham Greene. Who is that ?"he asks.

"Read the whole card,"I tell him.

He still looks at it and it doesn't register with him.

"I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I'm in bearing of the company that owns this ship's company,"I say to him now getting annoyed.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. We don't get many visitors here,"he tells me.

"Can you put together all the district managers that are here into one conference room please,"I say.

"Um, Mr. Greene, it's almost 2 pm, we head home at 3:30,"He tells me.

"Not today you don't,"I tell him.

"Now, if you would delight pile up all the district managers in a conference way,"I tell him.

He decides to shout it across the room,"Everyone, all the district managers are to head into a group discussion room right now please,"I hear rustling of ‘ what's going on'? and ‘ Who's this guy ?'

When I see everyone in the league room, I ask the same guy if everyone is in there, he assures me they are.

I stride into the group discussion room ; Dakota follows me and she sits in a chairman in the corner with her helper 's notebook out.

"Hello, I'm Jacques Louis David Graham Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. The very fellowship that owns this society. Does everyone here understand who I am ?"I ask.

I get pretty a good deal unison in a positive head nod.

"fountainhead, at to the lowest degree I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the of import issues. We are a eating place grouping. Which means that we work when our customers are not working. Energy Department everyone understand that ?"I ask.

I get a lot of blank shell stares, which tells me that they already see what is coming and it's not going to be full for them.

"How many hours a week do you each work ?"I ask.

secrecy in the room.

"Would you say that you work the requisite 45 hours a week ?"I ask.

Again, silence.

"Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 hours a week and before you begin to argue with me, I had paysheet pull up your timecards and all of you come into work about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That's a aggregate of 6 hours per day times 5 days a hebdomad equals 30 hours,"I tell all of them. I see stunned secretiveness since I included that I had payroll pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

"I see by your muteness, that you don't disagree with my mathematics. So, here's what I'm going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will come into the office at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an hour for lunch. You are not allowed to go forth at 4:30 pm and call that last 60 minutes your lunch. I also, expect each of you to process one Saturday a month. In lieu of the Saturday, you will get Tuesday off. Ladies and gentlemen, we will work for a living and we will be usable to your superior general managers. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 hours a week, then you might want to pass this along to them,"I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

"I have seen a continual fall in our overall performance. Can anyone explain to me why all of our Numbers have dropped ?"I ask the room not really expecting an answer.

"Because we haven't been doing our jobs that well,"a Pres Young man from down the board says to me.

"Please excuse,"I say to him.

"We have been leaving early and coming in late. You've hit it on the fountainhead that we are a fellowship that should be working when our client are playing,"the young man says to me.

"I'm sorry, I don't lie with your name,"I say to him.

"I'm Ralph Jones. I've been a dominion director for about 3 month,"he says to me.

"Mr. Jones, what are the numbers for your district ?"I ask, wondering if he really knows his territory or if he's just trying to shine me on.

"Well, my dominion sales are flat to last year, however, we have two restaurants that are in a state of turmoil as they are short staffed with at to the lowest degree two key management people missing. We also have one of those restaurants, in a roadwork domain. The City of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the work will last until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be longer than that as they didn't even get started until three hebdomad ago. Also, we have two restaurant, that are severely undermanned, and I have put an ad in the paper and on the local anesthetic job control board sites. We need at least a dozen railway line Captain James Cook and servers in those two restaurants,"he tells me. I'm really impressed with this guy. He knows where his district's bit are and is bequeath to talk openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Jones'dominion numbers.

"Mr. Inigo Jones, I also see that your guest check average is the highest in the grocery store. Your handler have more land tenure than anyone else in the market. You came through the arrangement starting as a note cook and are now a dominion managing director, being the full general Manager of the twelvemonth last year. You are well liked by your coach and they tell me in the every quarter resume that when you step into the eatery, you will parachute in where needed to aid the staff,"I say to him, in front man of the other territory director.

Once again, there is silence. I point to mortal else and ask the Sami interrogative sentence,"What are your district's numbers pool ?"

"Um, they're OK. cipher special. I have a couple of good eatery, and a brace of eatery that need some help, But we'll get better with time,"he says to me.

"And what is your name ?"I ask.

"Dean McMillian,"he tells me.

I look him up on the system and he's moment from the bottom in virtually every category that we measure.

"Mr. McMillian, it tells me that you're not doing well. Your dominion is s from the tail in all the measurable things that we look at,"I say to him. He just sits quietly saying nothing.

"DOE anyone else have any info about their districts ?"I ask the room.

No one says a word.

"That's what I thought. So, here's my new architectural plan. We the exception of Mr. Robert Tyre Jones, everyone here is on a 90-day legal action architectural plan. Either fix your districts or find a new job,"I say to the room.

Two Seth of Key are tossed into the middle of the table and two hombre stand up and begin to walk out.

"Gentlemen, thank you for making my job that much easier,"I say to them. They walk out of the room, stopping at their desks and leave the building.

"Anyone else want to thresh about their key fruit into the center of the table,"I say. However, I see another two bozo that appear to be considering it. One of them stands up and says,"Yeah, I'm not going to bust my ass only for you to sky me out the door in 90 days,"he says as he tosses his key into the center of the tabular array and walks out. He doesn't even stop at his desk ; he just observe on stepping out the front door.

"That makes three, anymore ?"I ask.

The room is silent.

"Ok, then where would I recover Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Hiram Williams ?"I ask. Mr. Jones excuses himself and walks out into the main elbow room of the district office. He goes to three desks that have women sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled look on their face.

"Mr. Greene, this is Benita Alvarez, Shandra Theodore Samuel Williams, and Donna Mayfield,"he says to me.

"gentlewoman, there have been three openings in our district for three new hired hand hopefully hard-working district manager. Are all three of you willing to take up on the job of being a district manager ?"I ask.

"Sir, are you kidding us ?"One of the ladies asks.

"No, I'm not kidding. Are you three willing to take on the three districts that have just come unfastened ?"I ask again.

They look at each early and nod their heads yes.

"OK, well, here's the new rules. Your body of work schedule will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five days a week. However, one Saturday a month, you will mold that Saturday and take up Tuesday off instead,"I tell the three ladies.

"You will work 45 hours a week, at a minimum. You should know your numbers racket at any metre of the day or nighttime. You should have your managers being groomed to be promoted as well. I don't have a handler tree diagram in my back yard, so it is up to you to keep your eating house fully stocked with director,"I tell them.

"Oh, and one Sir Thomas More affair, don't be afraid to jump in when you go to one of your restaurants and they are curt staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unpredicted visits from clip to clock time. I expect that your eating place will be running well, no matter if I'm there visiting or not. Take care of your staff and your client and things will get serious,"I tell them before I thank them for their prison term and leave.

Dakota is smiling. She knows that there will b more mass let go before all is better.

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limousine, I hand the chauffeur another slip of theme. This one is an reference for a district office outside of the city of Seattle, in a township called Kirkland. It is a suburb of Seattle. The tripper from the low territorial dominion agency to the one in Kirkland takes about half an hour. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her waterproof and non-skid rainfall boots.

When we get there, a nice young Lady, about college age stops me at the front end door and ask whom I'm here to see. I paw her my line circuit board. She gets up and heads over to a gentleman at a desk only a match of quarrel back from her. She hands him my business card. He gets up and adjusts his dress before he comes over to me.

He comes over and says,"Mr. Greene, did I miss an email telling us that you were going to be in townspeople visiting ?"He asks.

"No, no announcement. Is it possible to get all the district coach in a conference room ?"I ask.

The gentleman nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to direct to a conference room in the middle of the endorse wall.

I join them all. Dakota takes a seat in the street corner of the room.

"hello everyone, as you probably have heard, I'm Saint David Graham Greene. I'm the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I thought I would stop in to say hello and ask if affair are going well,"I say to them.

No one speaks.

I point to a young lady and ask her name and her routine for her district.

"My name is rosita Gonzalez. I've been a territorial dominion manager for just over a year, however, I've been working here for about 6 years now. My territory is doing OK. We are having swell node check averages. Our handler have been in place for at least one year or farseeing. We are fully staffed at the eating house, however, a match of the restaurant need some physical repair, such as booth stern and flooring in a brace of smudge. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to give it more convenient to the carryout orders as we are all over the space. The staffs all work hard and only one of our building block is having an issue with roadwork in their area, causing yield with parking and availableness,"Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her territory's numbers up and she is right on on with all the selective information. I see that the live health department inspection mentioned the rip booth seats, which I promise to help her get fixed.

I announce my new plan for the territory director schedule. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hours already, which makes me happy. The only genuine change is to add the one Sabbatum a month and have them take the following Tues instead. No one seems to out of place about it. I am happy with the effect of this district. I thank them and leave the territory office.

I tell the chauffeur to head back to the jet, which she heads towards. The drive through the traffic takes us about an 60 minutes to get to the jet. The entire time we are driving, the rain continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limo by the tone and opens the trunk for us.

I script her three $ 100 bills for a tip. She tries to decline, and I put them in her hired man and fold her manus closed. We take our purse up the stairs and into the plane. She starts the limo and drives off.

Once again, we sit on the couch together. However, this time, we keep our dress on.

"pappa, we didn't find anyone to bring home,"Dakota says to me.

"No, we didn't, but why don't you call Missy and have her come over to the business firm tonight,"I say to her. She wrinkles her cute nozzle at me but pulls out her earpiece and dials up the number.

As we accelerate the jet, I feel the travesty and it seems to be a keen angle.

The flight family was uneventful. Dakota slept on my dresser almost the entire misstep. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limo. We grabbed our bags and walked down the steps. Fred took both of our purse and put them into the trunk. He closed the threshold behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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