Chapter Four : In between meter

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The alarum rang and Sally woke up, turned it off as fear seemed to wash over her and for a endorsement she was not surely why ; then it all came back to her, the violation, and the unknown every point of the weekend. She looked at her clock realizing she had not set the alarm system, but it had been set for her and correctly, how did he sleep with what metre to set it for ?

Her thought process were all jumbled as she got up, trying to project out what she should do, feeling like she was operating like a robot in automatic way, she went to the kitchen to start the umber then went into the bathroom to take up a long shower bath. She used this meter to think, first of all she just wanted to piss this all go away, wanted it to be a bad dream. That was not possible it was substantial, there were aches and pains all over her body that told her in fact it was very real. The hot urine flowed over her and she thought about what she should do next. She should go to the cop of course. Why wouldn't she ? He had to get left a clustering of fingerprint. She thought about his terror to watch her every movement. She contemplated calling out from study but in the two years she had been there she had never called out, and she was not sure she wanted to be in her apartment all day anyway. Sally lingered in the shower a bit longer letting it heal the sore function of her body and allow a much needed solace for her creative thinker. She finished and dried off and put on some loose comfy menage clothes, and walked into the kitchen, made her coffee and goner. 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 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 reckon up, then her whole body went stiff, it was a blue gillyflower in a vase on the windowsill with a note attached. It seemed as if he was here in the room and not just a symbol of him. She felt off symmetry yet again, frightened. After a taking sometime she shook her caput, NO ! how could he do this to her and not even be here. She should just snub the line, not register it. Ah but what would that accomplish ?

quip sat down in her president and just looked at the note, a part of her knew she was going to record it but her scrapper English wanted her to just trash it all. She opened the computer and looked for the nearest police post as well as the near to her work, she would not generate him the satisfaction of reading his stupid tone ! She found the info and typed it into her telephone set. The whole meter she had been sipping her chocolate, and struggling to not bet at the distinction as if making eye tangency with the flower was giving in to the man himself. In time, she gave up, she was peculiar after all ! She picked it up and took a deep breath, turning the billet over and reading what was written in a mark that was very much like him ; very pointed and straight. Every"I"dotted and every"T"crossed precisely and perfectly. It simply said :

crack, my beloved. Do not go to the bull, 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
pleasure to get to know you. Remember I will be back, and whenever you see
a single blue sky carnation you will screw 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. following 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 pattern day with just a modest errand to run She got set for body of work, walked to the bus stop, got on the bus, and got to work. She shoved the weekend out of her thinker, but still had a surd clock time focusing on the task in front of her if anyone had asked her how longsighted it took or what she was wearing, she would not let been able to tell them or have a bun in the oven on her end of any conversation beyond one word answers. Luck for her no one talked to her on the bus.

If Sally had known he was watching her through binoculars the whole sunrise she would have been even more unnerve. He had a view of her bedroom and the support room, the kitchen was out of his occupation of sight however, so it was a salutary thing she spent a minimal sum of money of clip in it. He had watched her wake up and register the deficiency of restraints, had seen her nerve when she had seen the carnation he had left for her. He had watched as wonder and repulsion fought with each other over what to do with the flower. The flavour, the pointed ignoring of the target by being busy on her computer, the glimpse of involvement, until finally the desire to eff outweighed the horrific generator and she read the note.

He was relived she had chosen to interpret it. It was a calibre for him to see if she was more submissive or More stubborn. A stubborn cleaning lady would bear just tossed it, in that case he would either possess to step up education or desert it all together, but no she had chosen to read his Word, 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 for certain she did not get off and go to the bull before oeuvre. He was pretty trusted once at work she would stay till mop up, but he wanted to be sure she would wait boulder clay evening. He watched her enter the building from a stopping point by parking spot and then drove off to his domicile to get to his line.

She was almost to exploit when she stopped took some deep breathing time and tried to coach herself on acting pattern. There was no one at work she was close enough with to share this with. There was no one she was end to now that she thought about it. She had a random thinking wondering why she locked her front threshold if this stranger can still get in what conflict does her locking it make. She shook her head steadied herself and proceeded the short 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
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"sortie ?"

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

"I don't know, it just showed up with instruction that it was to go on the receptionist's desk for soul special. Wyrd Huh ?"

"Yeah, weird."

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

"Oh I am fine, just did too a good deal and did not get plenty eternal rest. I will be better tomorrow I promise."Sally smiled and walked off to her cubicle, not sure but felt like she must be 3 nicety paler than rule. He really knew how to get to her !

She sat down and started looking over the days tasks. She had a desk job working for the land which was neither glamorous nor horrible. It was a job, unfluctuating, with benefits 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 cerebration flittered back to the flower, she absently turned her computer on checked her electronic mail, but she could not terminate thought process : 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 pollyannaish face and see what the person on the other end wanted. The daybreak was spent on the various undertaking and the required small talking around the bureau, a wit was signed for a sick workfellow she barely knew, poor matter had malignant neoplastic disease. All the while her head flittered back to what action if any she was going to occupy. She wondered why she was contemplating not taking any, she did not like him but going to the cops seemed so bothersome. Then to have 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 Koran, but she had other things on her nous. Working it out she thought what would she secernate a Quaker if they were in this spot 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 pig 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 mansion. She told the story in her head, and even wrote down a few key decimal point she wanted to be for sure to cover. She hated the thought of having to excuse what happened to her, and wondered again why her.

While Sally worked Mike arranged his day and week, first he called the cleaner and arranged to suffer them at crack's apartment at 1pm to clean the apartment he explained he wanted it detailed, curtains, frame, looker everything and in two hours. They were sending 4 people maybe more he was paying well.

His second order of byplay was to get information for this week's pick up from the Institute. He logged into his secure chat, and typed :

"Do you have the entropy requested ?"

He waited a bit, he knew the receptionist saw it right away and would then get hold of the person he needed to chat with and that usually took a few minutes soon the response came back.

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

"Vaguly, Farsi right hand ?"

"Yeah, he trusts you and wants you to bring his second wife with the agreement that this is a bodyguard detail as well as bringing us the girl."

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

"Yes, something they pay well for. Why the bodyguard position is this : Cyrus the Younger had a daughter who was married off and within a year his daughter died at the hands of her husband. Cyrus found out that the same man was arranging a wedlock within six months of his daughter death. He felt disrespected by such a shortly grieving menses and that the man was unfit to be a husband. Cyrus found the phratry of the girl and offered a unspoilt arrangement. He wanted to keep her out of the hands of his previous 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 rural area. She is 15 and is coming to be educated not trained so much."

"So is she cooperative or will she try to convince me to let her get off ?"

"Yes she is conjunctive, she knows she is coming to find out how to run a menage and entertain Edgar Guest from different area as an accomplished air hostess as well as read and compose Persian and English, and not to be used. She will be wearing the niqab, or, so you will have to have someone hunting her well. She has not been touched by a man yet so they will be suspicious of you, but you handled his outset married woman who was not so accordant at the time that is why you were requested."

Mike was not a fan of the niqab. They could hide out anything under it. He had been in Arab body politic enough to make out the deviation 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 verbalize Farsi fluently, and that this would be a escort as well as transport job. It was the buffer job to get the crew and inform them. It was a rolling work party, but a escape like this command four original and 8 crowd members. 2 fender and 4 crew fellow member would be alert and working while the others rested at all times usually the chemise were 8-10 hours depending on the trajectory time. No one flew commonplace, tired meant misapprehension. Other than having two female person crew phallus who could mouth Farsi, the crew would be picked from 20 masses who worked with microphone. If a crew had flown on the lastly pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a salary then extra every meter they flew, Sir Thomas More if it was a bodyguard site as this was.

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

"okeh I will leave tonight hopefully by 10 shuffle sure the papers are in gild at the aerodrome, we will stay the required 24 hr for relaxation and tell Cyrus the Younger I will pick up his married woman Th 10am topical anaesthetic time. We will get to San Francisco at 7 pm Thursday local anaesthetic prison term and we will bring a cab in unless you want someone to beak her up."

"No a cab is fine.

"O.K. then. See you in four 24-hour interval. I assume my pay will be in the bank in 24 hours."

"Of class, mike we appreciate you consulting with us."

His consulting firm was on the up and up taxes wise. He was not sure what the law would say about his"transportation"business. He ensured the condom and delivery of women from their guardians to The Institute. These women were all signed over to the institute by their phratry and/or Husbands for specific educational design. Some of those were to learn how to serve sexually and some were taught how to run a prominent household well so as to boost their marriage prospects. It was an etiquette school day on steroid hormone. These young woman every move was orchestrated usually. Some husbands wanted addict and sluts and sent their second base or third gear wives here to turn the household party favor. In addition there was an literal very good private education component part which again was prescribed and approved by the female's guardians.

The shoal for boys was across the city and he had done some guarding of boys being sent by their dominate spouse to learn how to serve them skilful. Usually his services were required because the Master did not bank his sub/property until they was trained, once trained they usually flew dwelling house unaccompanied. The families were of all wash, but it did bring him to the Middle East and Asian nation often.

mike was worried about his progress with quip. What if she suddenly got the nerve to go to the cop and he was halfway around the mankind. sigh it was a hazard he would hold to take form of. He called a flower workshop and arranged for one down in the mouth gillyflower to be delivered to her every day at different clock time through Sat at different places, her doorstop with no short letter no vase, outside the constabulary place on the ground, even left at her bus occlusion, random space to get to it seem he had his eye on her.

When it was metre he left to meet the cleaners at sallying forth's flat, just in case she was successful in going to the fuzz he need it all cleaned he made indisputable the flat solid were changed out with ace he had bought on the way and took all the bed clothing on the bed to a cleaners close by where she could pick them up. When he came back to manage the cleaners and to add camera to the house. His advantage point was sound at his little flat, but had blind patch and he wanted to be capable to check in on her while he was gone.

After that he made musical arrangement and waited for Sally to get off so he could travel along and see what happened.
Sally had decided to go to the cops and when the employment day was done, there was no more sign 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 discipline selection she got off and proceeded to walk the curtly distance. She had convinced herself that he would have no way of knowing, really. He was bluffing. She was scared for no understanding. Once in the place the cops could take tending of this right ? There were fingermark. There was evidence, this would crop out.

She rounded the box to the main entrance and started up the social movement stairs, when she saw it. A single blue carnation with a musical note taped to it. She stopped dead in her path, No ! There was no way ! With shivering steps she approached the carnation laying on the ground and picked it up and flipped it over to see the bank note. In the same script it simply said :

Are you making a in effect decision, pet ?

sally walked quickly back down the step with the carnation and note in hand. She was on the verge of crying, NOOO ! ! This could not be happening her head was screaming. She leaned against the building and told herself to just breathe, she threw the carnation down on the footing. When she got herself under control she started to think, he could sustain left that this sunrise, he knew where she lived, where the closest police place was, there was no way he knew she was there now, and the police could aid right ? She wondered if they could, she had been attacked, but what could they do really ?

Well there was only one way to find out so Sally got her nerve up again and walked into the constabulary post and asked to verbalize with someone, preferably a female person cop. They asked her to fulfill out soma, but she insisted on speaking to a lady cop first. The first cop seemed bothered but went to see who was useable. The threshold opened and sallying forth glanced back taking in the motorcycle messenger waking in. Her heart skipped a measure and her breathing time seemed to leave her when she saw, he was carrying a low carnation. The messenger rang the bell shape and waited with his paperwork setting the flower 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 motorcycle messenger was uninterested, but Sally saw what she needed to. The handwriting. It was him.

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

"Who is this to ?"

"The station"

"huh, that's nice"The cop said to no one in finical, 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.

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 habitation not really registering the walk back to the bus stop or the drive back to her apartment. She wondered if he was going to be there. When was he coming for her ? Sally looked at her billet 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 trace her. Entering her apartment affair seemed different. She looked around and there was a dismal gillyflower in the support room with a note.

sallying forth, I took the shore leave of having the place cleaned professionally. You may blame up your old mantle and weather sheet at the cleanser indicated on the receipt tomorrow, in the meantime I have provided new single for tonight. Please do bear yourself between now and then.

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

microphone had in fact been watching the unscathed prison term. He saw Sally exit the police station the number one meter then enter it again. The cycle messenger had been sitting by his car waiting pedagogy and when she went in the second metre. Mike gave the wheel courier the preeminence and flower and told him to get a key signature and to put the vase down close to the girl with the card facing her. He had wanted there to be no doubtfulness in her mind who the efflorescence was from. He was disappointed his first subject matter had not hit home plate, he thought that the first one would be enough. The messenger reported what had happened and got paid for his time and a courteous tip, mike was relieved she had not talked to the copper, 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 lesson he taught would be learned. He needed to shop for his following visit and design it out. He had planned on stretching the grooming out, but he thought maybe he needed to bucket along up his plans.

Today was Monday, pick up was on Thursday, and they needed 24 60 minutes between landing and flying again so they would leave Tonight, fly into wed., sleep, pick up consignment Thursday, fly home, deliver loading, home, eternal rest. Depending on how tired he was on Sabbatum he may reckon in on her without her knowledge. He hoped the Institute understood when he asked for a month off to pass with Sally. They had early transferral experts, but he had a certain repute with the more difficult ace, they always came into the institute meek and quiet after 24 time of day with Mike. It made the Institute's job easier.

The flight over was uneventful, and microphone checked on Sally through the cameras he had set up. There were respective clock time he wished he was not working, but working on her. Ah well enough metre for that. Traveling had become a task, it could be exhausting, but he did like the different lifestyle. During his halt 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 appointed time a Mercedes drove chisel into the hanger with. mike wondered absently if it was bullet proof which seemed to be the new thing with this grade of client. The driver got out and opened the room access behind his and the client emerged. As he walked toward Mike the driver was going around to the early side. The husband seemed protective of his charge seemingly unconsciously positioning himself between microphone's assembly line of sight and the young explosive 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 thrifty. The man who wanted her, is very tempestuous, I do not make out what he will do."

"We will do our best to save her secure, and bring her back to you an educated and well-rounded woman."

"Yes of class, she will not cause any problems but there is one thing."

"What is that ?"microphone was getting mentally quick, the ones who told him it would be easy, their women were cooperative always caused mistrust 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 mindful of that. I have talked to her she understands that she is going to get an instruction, and there will not be any sex till she comes home base, but she is still leery. Any sudden touching and she will probably cry."

"Ah thanks for the heads up. She will be all right. Mike motioned over the female crew member who was also Persian. He had her waiting for his signaling by the airplane as business was done by the males first then the female came when called.

"Shiva here will be with your Brigham Young St. Brigid, she will look her, and when we table it will be her and Azar who will run to her. Both girls are Persian, and live Farsi, and have been trained at the institute so they will be capable to answer questions."

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

"Qamar this is Siva 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 follow you to the institute."

Switching to English Badi then turned to Mike"microphone, shivah this is my bride please be heedful with her."He patted the girl's head a great deal like a father would and gently pushed her toward Shiva.

The women introduced herself to both in their language and took the hand of the girl. The two went off to the side and Varisha checked her for weapons then they boarded the plane. Mike hung back with the husband to allow for the peeress clip to get settled and to answer any final minute dubiousness. After goodbyes were said Badi singled the driver. Swiftly the room access to the back arse opened and Badi climbed in.

On the plane Mike let Qamar sit in a unlike section of the airplane so he did not make her so aflutter, she seemed ready to bolt if he looked at her, so he wanted her to loosen up. He left orders that only female appendage of the crew were to set about her and to make trusted she slept, slipping her a drug if necessary.

She was obviously heights strung. As it turned out once Mike left her alone and all the men disappeared she seemed to loosen and even spill the beans to the women a bit, soon drifting off to catch some Z's. Again he checked on Sally when the time changes 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 good she had to be thinking about him then.

The trajectory was still and getting through drome security was easy since everything had been sent on ahead and checked so they just verified the ID's and processed the passport. In the cab on the way to The Institute Qamar was nervous, but not obnoxious. microphone wanted to tranquilize her down, but figured there was not much he could do being a male, and given her breeding 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 teacher came out and took Qumar to her new room, which was bound to be very deluxe given her family and Mike sought out an instructor friend.

The teacher had a divide extension when they were off tariff so microphone went to his room first, and was in luck.

"Oren hey how are you ?"

"Hey Mike ! You on a deliverance ?"

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

"Hey I get paid for being a by-blow and jazz cleaning lady, it's a good life."Oren laughed

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

"I got a task coming up, a custom job for me. I just taught her some basic principle, but she needs to a greater extent time. Besides her cellar cortege is not done being built yet."

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

"Maybe you can come in watch her sometime once she is at my house while I am on a job, but Oren, no touch, just expression, If I let you."

"Man Mike we used to plowshare them all."

"Yeah shout out me sentimental."

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

"Why not send her here ? We can get her obedient in no clock time while your basement is being built."

"Oren, I like the intellect games I like watching them struggle with their new reality and coming to terms with it in one defeat after another, that I am their new world. I want my own limited touch, my acquaintance and I don't want anyone else touching her public treasury I say."

"Poor girl, your ghost is rough."

"Ah she will be perfective 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 meter, 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 dependable tag team.

Mike spent metre at the entrepot going over the stiffness of Sally's minutes and picking out just the right method acting of penalisation. By the time he was done he was excited about the next weekend with his project.

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

Once at his base of operations of operations, Mike slept, checked on Sally, she was asleep, but her chamber light was on….nightmares perhaps ? microphone knew that was probably admittedly, but wished there was another way to get inside a mortal's header. They seemed to always get incubus. On the way from the airport he has stopped by, used his key and placed a few carnation here and there in the flat just to make for sure she remembered there was no getting away and that there would be a metre for propitiation. He was going to instruct her who was in charge on Fri. Mike went shopping for food and other odds and ends to defecate for sure he was make .