The Chauffeur ( # 38 ) The Investigation Begin

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

The next morning when I woke up, I found myself in bed with both Jill and Dakota once again. Jill faced away from my back and Dakota was all snuggled into me with her cute ass pushed up against my groin.

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

After finishing my aurora duties, I washed my hands and came out of the bath looking at my two lovely still sleeping. I put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and headed out to the kitchen grabbing my phone off the battery charger on the way out.

Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a methamphetamine hydrochloride of succus and just sat at the kitchen table seeing Bobby and Sammy still putting things away from yesterday's political party. Looking at all they were still putting away, I just figured that my boy Gospel According to John would be in left-over heaven.

Both Jennifer and Sharon came out to the kitchen as well. Each one kissed me before they sat down. Bobby flicked the electrical switch and the coffee pot roared to life making both lady smile.

As we sat there, I asked,"Ladies, is it me or has John been looking and acting much more mature ?"

Jennifer started,"Are you kidding us, David ? He's been trying so intemperately these past few calendar month to emulate you that how could he NOT face and act to a greater extent mature. Holy crap, you are old enough to really be his Father, and for that, I am so grateful. Many times, when I hear Dakota call you ‘ Daddy'I think that maybe John should be calling you the same thing. You have done more for him in the yesteryear few months than his biological Father ever did,"she says to me with a big smiling on her nerve.

Sharon adds,"Jeeze St. David, he dresses like you, he shaves every day even on Lord's Day, he handles himself in a much more mature fashion, he has shown you and Jill that he is really creditworthy and when times got a bit shuddery he buckled down and made sure as shooting all of us ma'am were dependable and secure, starting with Jennifer and Diane,"she says before leaning into me and giving me a kiss.

eyesight Sharon do that, caused Jennifer to do the same.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly 8 am. I had to think a moment as to what day it was, but then remembered it was Billy Sunday. I heard a knock at the front door. Jennifer got up and went to the doorway, opening it carefully. A enceinte man with half an unilluminated cigar in his rima oris showed her his FBI identification. She asked why he was here, and he told her that he needed to talk to me. She called out to me.

When I reached the forepart door, I opened it wide and invited the gentleman's gentleman inside. He declined and asked me to pace outside, which I did.

I saw several agents buzzing around taking pictorial matter and measurements.

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

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

"Sir, I apologize, but FBI protocol requires me to name you Mister until the event is wrapped up,"he explains which was the first time someone had rebuffed my attempts to be called David, which I was alright with since it made sense.

"Well, Captain. Let me ask, how are all your agents ?"Looking at him, causing me to squinch a bit looking towards the morning sun.

I stepped a couple of footmark to his side to void looking into the sun. He turned with me and said,"All the agents are ok. The most serious one was Agent Don…um…hold on for a second base while I check my notes. Oh, here it is, agent Don McHenry. Yes, he's amercement. The hospital stitched him up and sent him home late last Night,"he tells me.

I summon Sharon over and separate her the news. She kisses me on the cheek and runs off to get her sound. In literally instant, I see her chatting with somebody, whom I assume is agentive role Don. I see her grinning. She puts her earphone down and comes back to me telling me she is heading over to his sign of the zodiac to ‘ take tutelage of him'all the while she is smiling her big beautiful smile. I check with the police chief to realise sure it is OK for her to leave, and he gives her the thumbs-up.

She quickly heads off to change clothes and go see factor Don.

Captain Perez begins,"Mr. Greene, I hope you understand that it's nada personal, but you are a suspect as well,"he tells me in a sincere manner.

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

"How can you do that ?"

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

"Absolutely,"he tells me.

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

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

"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, do you stimulate a copy of the other shooting your house took a couple of hebdomad ago as well ?"

"Of course, would you like a copy of that as well ?"I ask him. He nods his head in commendation. I wait for yesterday's shooting to be copied to the DVD platter before I callup the other shooting and begin to imitate it as well.

I put the low gear DVD into a clear-cut event and hand it to the Captain.

I see Bobby and Sammy with a platter of meat out. Bobby begins to wrap up several steaks into a large piece of music of tinfoil. Sammy is wrapping about 8-10 ribs into two large pieces of tinfoil When all the nub is wrapped up, they put the three bit of wrapped meat into a paper bag and hand it to Captain Perez, who tries politely to defy. They won't hear of it and impel him to study the paper bag.

I just grinning.

I ask him if he would like a cup of deep brown, he declines to say that he needs to get back outside to supervise his guy and the investigation.

"police chief, may we discuss soul from the urban center Police for a couple of transactions ?"I say as we are walking back towards the forepart door.

"Certainly,"

"I'm not sure if you are familiar with a metropolis Police Lieutenant Horowitz. I mean, I'm not sure if limited Agent Fernandez made mention of him in his paper or not,"I say to the Captain.

"Well, yes there were a couplet of notational system about him, but what do you need to say about Lt. Vladimir Horowitz ?"He asks.

"Don't trust him. He's about as umbrageous as a cop can get without getting booted off the forcefulness. It is my savvy that he is quietly being investigated by the US Attorney,"I tell him.

"well, Mr. Graham Greene, it's to a greater extent than just an probe, but I believe that he is on the verge of being indicted,"He tells me putting his finger to his lips indicating that I'm not supposed to say anything. I nod my question affirmative to acknowledge his petition for me to be tacit on the matter.

Once back outside, captain puts his food and the videodisk into his representation vehicle. He reaches into his pocket and hands me his card. I see it has the J. Edgar Hoover edifice savoir-faire on it from DC.

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

"Yes, I am. There are situation that are wonderful to experience, but parts of DC are just as ghetto as some of the more well-known ghettos across the rural area such as Watts and South-Central LA. I live in Old Dominion State, but I work in DC,"he tells me.

"Well, I'm probably going to be stopping in DC sometime later this week. My fellowship just bought a tugboat and I need to go visit it,"I tell him.

"Which column ?"

"We bought the one that was owned by the kraft company,"I tell him.

"Oh, I hope you're going to make clean that building up. It was built a little LE than ten yr ago, but you wouldn't believe it. In DC there is lots of money spent ensuring that buildings stay scavenge and smashing in appearance, but not the kraft paper edifice. It looks as if they build it and just stopped taking aid of it the moment it became occupied,"he tells me, which really surprised me that we would get such an honorable perspective of the building.

"Well, it's no longer going to be called the kraft edifice. We're renaming it the bird of Jove. We have renamed all of the pillar that we bought after a boo of some kind,"I tell him.

"Where else did you buy ?"He asks.

"fountainhead, here in LA, which we call the war hawk. One in Tampa, which we call the Flamingo, one in Madison Wisconsin which we call the Snowy Owl, and one in Toronto that we call the Blue Jay,"I tell him.

"That will be Nice to change the names to give people the discernment that ownership has changed,"the chieftain says.

"We're also looking at one in Atlanta, that if we get it, we will call that one the Falcon and one in phoenix that we will call in the Cardinal, there's also a potential drop one in Dallas that we would call the Vulture,"I tell him.

He nods indicating he understands but asks,"I see some of the birdie coincide with mutant teams, capital of Georgia, Toronto, and genus Phoenix. However, some don't make any sensation,"he says to me.

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

"Now that makes more sense. Such as Tampa being the Flamingo or James Madison being the Snowy Owl,"he says smiling.

He reaches into his coating air pocket and offers me one of his cigars."Do you like a ripe cigar ?"He asks me.

"Why, yes. My first married woman made me give them up. She hated the look of them so instead of constantly arguing with her, I just depart them."I tell him.

He hands me the cigar, milk shake my hand and goes back to check on his factor's progress on the investigation.

I turn and go back inside.

CHAPTER 2

I see John is now up and eating. I just smiling and giggle to myself. Bobby comes over to me and necessitate how many steaks or ribs would I care to eat, or would I prefer them to pretend me a regular breakfast ? I followed Saint John's lead and took the ribs asking for 5 with some spud salad if there is any left.

"Any left, there's maybe 6 or 7 declamatory bowls of potato salad uncommitted,"Bobby Tell me. He begins to wake up the rib and heads to the big kitchen to get another sports stadium of white potato salad.

King John isn't saying a word ; he just keeps shoveling the solid food into his backtalk. I see him with a glass of juice, no need to ask what flavor the juice is.

As we sit there, a run-over looking girl scuffs into the kitchen. She kisses toilet on the nerve and comes over to me to do the same thing.

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

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

"Billy Sunday,"I tell her.

Her eyes get enceinte and she says,"motherfucker. Where are my clothes ? I have a shift at the eating place at 2,"she says in a much more excited manner.

"Darling, I believe that your clothes are on the floor in the garage next to your car where Sharon and I undressed you Friday night,"I say to her smiling the whole meter. This makes John boo while eating.

fille gets up and heads out to the garage. A few instant later she came back in spite of appearance and asked,"Um, how do I get out of the service department. The big door seems to be locked,"she says. I get up and conform to her out to the service department. I undo the karabiner from the course and kindle the door, pushing the open button. She starts her car and backs out telling me she will most definitely be back IF she's welcome. I tell her that she is always welcome. As she is focusing on me, she almost runs over an FBI agent. I poke the clitoris and open the front gate. She slowly drives her car through the gate and down the road. I close the logic gate as I see Captain Perez watching me.

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

After can polish, I ask him to promote all the certificate shutters to allow the sunlight into the family. He tosses his plate with the hollow finger cymbals into the trash and moves to the bum of the house to begin raising the shutters. His phone buzzes.

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

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

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

I knock on that door, but no one answers. I hear vocalism inside. I quietly open the door and measure inside. There I see Allison with a television camera on her shoulder and Belinda sitting unsloped with her back against a wall masturbating. She has a dildo that she is using to progress to her summit. Suddenly she stops. Allison asks,"What's the affair ? Why did you stop ?"

Belinda just raises her arm straight out from her monumental chest to target at me. I say,"I'm sorry, I guess I caused that,"causing Allison to jump off but not cut down the tv camera as she wasn't expecting anyone to talk behind her.

I offer my help to serve Belinda reach that all elusive orgasm. She nods in approval. I move over to her and rive on her legs sliding her consistency down to be vapid on the ground. I lay between her legs and begin to drub her woman ; I only get a few minutes in before there is a bang at the studio door. I here John announce himself asking if I was in there.

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

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

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

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

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

I open it and see yet another check inside. This one is for $ 250,000. I just shake my head.

"Is there a job,"Fernandez asks me.

"No, no problem. You keep bringing me unexpected check mark,"I say to him causing him to smile.

I offer him food, which he politely declines. I thank him and he leaves. I stand there looking at the impediment trying to visualize what else to do with this money. I take it down the lobby to Jill. I hand her the chit and smile.

"Nice,"Jill says looking at the check.

I got to thinking about how I had stopped reading Bob's diaries. I looked for the one that I had started. I found it in the living room, next to the couch on an end tabular array. I picked the Quran up and settled into the couch to read some more. One item that I saw which interested me was a street sign company. Bob made a proficient gunpoint that well-nigh if not all street signs seem to be universal. As he put it in the book,"A stop sign is just that no matter where it might be posted in the US,"making note that it is possible for a company to bid on DOT contracts and make and ship to the various locations the signs.

I find a pen in the ligature of the Quran and circle this idea.

I hear a crash in the kitchen. I get up and head to the kitchen to see an embarrassed Donna looking at the plate she dropped. Sammy is already getting the ling and dustpan to clean house up the mess.

"Don't headache about it, Miss Donna. We do this all the clip,"Bobby tells her. I say to Donna and Dakota to not displace as there is glass everywhere. Both of them pick their feet up and put them on the rundle of the chair.

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

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

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

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

"No. He's listening and following directions. He's starting to forebode, which is good,"she says to me.

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

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

I put the diary from Bob into a drawer in the kitchen and read/write head to my office to log onto my computer.

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

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

"Oh, about an hr or so ago. Rob sent us an email that you need to record,"she tells me, making me a bit nervous.

I turn on my laptop and get prepared for Rob's email. Once loaded up I read the heading,"risk testament ROBINSON, DANGER,"I smile because I know of Rob's love for old TV shows, such as ‘ Lost In Space ’.

I open the electronic mail and it reads,"wellspring, as you anticipated, I found several late employees that have not been terminated off the system. Three of the sawbuck tracks that you sold have all their employees still active in our scheme. I terminated all the employees from the horse cart track. Out of wonder, did you acquire any casino ? I have found that we, Jaxson Inc. own THREE casino. One in Oklahoma, one in Florida, and one in Arizona. The three total of to a greater extent than 3,000 employees. I have made a list of them but need your direction on what to do with them. Please advise,"he writes to me.

"CASINOS, really ?"I say out loud causing Jill to stop and inquire what's wrong.

"wellspring, we apparently now own three casinos. OK, Florida, and Arizona,"I tell her.

"How did we adopt them ?"Jill asks.

"I have no earthly theme. I have Rob looking into it,"I tell her.

"You're not overloading Rob, are you ?"She asks.

"Um, well I don't know. I sent him about 20 or so mass from the mortarboard, but I'm not sure enough where we are on the other group,"I reply.

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

Jill picks up her cellular telephone speech sound and dial up Rob.

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

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

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

"Well, they are in three body politic, but there are four gambling casino. One in OK, one in FL, and two in Arizona. One near Tucson and one in phoenix,"he tells us.

My mind airstream towards Tina and her being in Phoenix with her female parent.

Jill thanks Rob for his hard piece of work and ends the birdsong. I suggest,"Hey, since we will be traveling this week, why don't we stop over in phoenix to visit Tina and assure on this cassino that we own,"I say to Jill. She readily agrees.

CHAPTER 3

I see another email that interests me. It's from Roger. It reads,"I heard about the shot at your home plate. I guess the muggins are stupid, shooting up a party that is wide of FBI agents and their families. You need to set a program in office when something like this happens, whether you are at the house or not. You may not be the target area as you have three madam who are fraught. The bad guy rope may think that your weakness is through them,"he writes.

I reply that I agree with his feeling that they may target the three pregnant ladies, but I joke ‘ guessing they haven't met Dakota yet ’.

As I sit at my laptop, staring at the screen, I look over to Jill who isn't showing her gestation yet. I shrug my articulatio humeri and go back to reading emails.

I check the email identification number and see that there are 311 e-mail. I round up the 1 that are extra and delete them before I begin to translate the ones labeled ‘ read-only ’. My task is to read and delete them, getting my email box empty. It takes about two hours to read all the emails.

"Hey, Hun, what do you think about getting John a truck of his pick ? I think that he is getting frustrated with riding in Diane's car all the time. I was thinking of maybe a Ford Expedition. I don't want him to have a pickup as everyone he knows will always ask him to avail them run their stuff,"I tell her.

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

"No,"I say to her.

We go back to working on our reckoner. About an 60 minutes later Jill exclaims,"There, my email box is now empty !"She says with a mirth in her voice.

It is just over a one-half hour before my email inbox is also empty. We both close our laptops and mind downstairs.

In the kitchen, I step on a small shard of spyglass all the way out into the dining room. I sit down and Dakota retrieves our number 1 aid kit offering to get hold of care of this for me. She squirts it with hydrogen peroxide, drying it with a piece of cotton wool rub and puts some sav on it along with a ‘ howdy Kitty'Band-Aid. This garners various hoots and comments from the radical. Even Jill laughed and commented about how ‘ cute'I looked with a ‘ Hello Kitty'Band-Aid.

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

I look around and determine to cumulate everyone that is inside the sign currently.

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

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

"Well, I've spoken with Roger though email and we have concluded that we need some plans put in place regarding this house and a State of lockdown. First, let me go with the scenario that either Jill or myself are here. Everyone takes a bum on the story, no matter where they are. The closest I to any window will poke the release to drop the security shutters. Those who have a carry Trachinotus falcatus will find their firearm, attaching it to their hip until the whole result is over,"I tell everyone. I see virtually all the radical nodding their chief up and down indicating yes, they understood.

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

No one has anything to say.

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

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

Paula raises her hand to answer the question,"Um, You and Jill are in accusation. We are all to get on the floor. If you happen to be by a windowpane, then it is your duty to flatten the security shutters,"she says.

"THAT'S RIGHT !"I say felicitous to find out that at least one individual is listening.

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

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

What does code 69 mean ?"I ask.

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

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

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

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

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

"Use your dependable sound judgment,"I tell everyone.

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

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

Jill dismisses everyone.

There is a whack on the front doorway. Again, Jennifer opens it to see headwaiter Perez sodding with his half a cigar that he is chewing on.

"I'm here to recount Mr. Greene something,"he tells Jennifer.

I come to the door,"Hello Captain,"I say to him.

"I just wanted you to know that the US Attorney has cleared you of being a defendant and she Thanks you for the two DVDs helping our investigation,"he tells me.

We shake hands and he says as he is leaving,"Ever make it to DC and we can go have a beer and a cigar together,"smiling the completely time.

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

He goes back exterior and begins wrapping up the group of FBI agents, sending them home or back to the bureau. Once they are all gone, the courtyard looks nice with no agents buzzing around it.

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

There is a whang at the breast room access again. I open it to discover the guy from the Ice truck.

"Um, sir I have to describe that there is a duo of hollow in the English of our truck,"he tells me.

I step outside and take the air over to the hand truck. He points to not one but two holes. I notice that there is a third yap that he had not seen. I tell him that I'll have my policy admit caution of it, truth be known, I'll have the multitude who repair our limousine for Joseph Black Car and Happy, Happee Limo take care of the truck.

"I'll keep the keys then, to get the truck repaired,"I tell them. We shake hands and off he goes in a waiting fomite that is in the street outside the forepart gate.

I head inside and ask lavatory and Marcus to wind up emptying the ice truck into the many coolers that still credit line the outside of the house by the two pools. I direct him to get the dolly from the garage which he does to carry all the traveling bag through the house and out to the poolside region. The CG guy wire see what is going on and fall in in to facilitate,

Sammy doesn't oestrus up any steaks for John as he is working on emptying the ice truck.

John does note,"Saint David, you remember we have those big Deepfreeze in the big kitchen and the third kitchen. Maybe we should fulfill them first to retain and use the ice instead of putting them in the ice chest and losing the ice."

"John, that's a great melodic theme ! Put the ice wherever you think it will fit before filling the coolers outside. In fact, maybe give a couple of bags to the twins in the pocket billiards star sign. I'm sure they could use one or two,"which causes John to smile even though he knows that the CG boy are dating them, but one can dream.

Marcus and St. John begin loading the dolly with old bag of ice. It dawns on me that maybe we need more than one dolly, so I text Dakota to Holy Order a duad more dolly, the type that the potable vendors use. They fold out to carry much more than just the regular standup dolly. She texts back her common ‘ K ’.

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

As I come back around the rachis of the truck, a car sits at the gate honking its saddle horn. I see that it is Dr. Ronda. I walk over to the logic gate's electronic panel, poke the appropriate push button and the gate opens. As Ronda pulls through the gate, she blows me a osculation. I poke the necessity button to close the logic gate and think that maybe we need to have the logic gate company come up and put different four-digit codes into the electronics so swear people, such as Dr. Ronda don't need me or anyone to let her in the gate.

Ronda parks her car, but I tell her that I would rather she park in the garage. I head inside the house to open a service department door. Ronda pulls her car into the garage, parking right where Missy had her car parked.

It dawned on me that maybe I need to buy Ronda a new car as well. Her car isn't all that old, but it does take some mileage on it and as she seems to make Chateau calls, some for work, some for gambol maybe she needs a better one as well.

Once I get into the garage, I poke the buttons, the garage door closing behind her. I open her driver's door to help her step out. She puts her weapon around me and snog me passionately.

When we break from our osculation I ask,"I'm guessing you're not here for piece of work then,"I say smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ronda has her coffee berry in one hand and takes my hired hand to lead me to my own sleeping room. I hear the dame joke saying,"Guess she needed some cream for her chocolate,"causing all of them to titter again.

Stupidly, I stop her before we get to the bedroom."Hey, I thought you were here for some work,"

She stops and turns around saying,"Oh, you company pooper. I'll go wield my work then you're mine,"she says with a funny petty smile.

Ronda goes back to the kitchen, where she had set her Doctor bag down. She asked for Jill first. She put the blood pressure cuff on her, listened to her heartbeat, and asked several interrogative before declaring that Jill was moving along just fine with her pregnancy.

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

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

Ronda started the Same way, blood atmospheric pressure handlock, listening to her heartbeat and breathing, and asking several dubiousness. It took several to a greater extent minutes before Ronda told us that she would like Dakota to get some rake psychometric test run, the Sooner the better.

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

"Oh, I don't think it's anything, but she tells me that she is very hit and girl in taking her prenatal vitamins. St. David, she needs to select them regularly they don't supporter her posing in the bottleful,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a present moment and ask,"Does she have to direct them with food or can she just take aim them anytime ?"

"If she takes them in the morning, on an empty stomach is best or maybe even with a pocket-size Methedrine of piddle. If they are making her sick to her venter then take them at bedtime with a pocket-sized snack,"Ronda tells me.

I think for a here and now before I tell Bobby and Sammy,"valet before Dakota gets one drib of coffee berry, she must take her antenatal vitamin. This is important to me guy rope,"I say to them. Both chefs acknowledge what I have told them and agree.

Dakota resolution,"That's just mean daddy. No coffee without me taking my vitamins, mean value, just plainly mean,"causing everyone around us to giggle. Bobby and Sammy are quite the gentleman and don't say a word.

Once Ronda is done with her doctorly duties, she puts her equipment back into her Dr. bag, zips it closed and takes me by the hand once again taking a vast gulp of her coffee bean, emptying the cup. This makes for another of the ladies at the dining elbow room tabular array to quip once again,"guess she doesn't want the cream for her coffee, maybe she just likes the tasting of his cream,"causing Thomas More giggles, however, now it turns to laughter.

Ronda pulls me down the hallway to my bedroom.

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

"David, do you think telling me that we would make a wonderful baby together ?"She asks.

"Of course, I do."

"Were you serious or were you just saying something nice to me ?"She asks with a severe look on her face.

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

"Well, kind of. I see pregnant cleaning lady every day and, in my head, I hear the tick-tock of my child making years going by faster and faster. I know you have two children on the way already with Jill and Dakota. But I just can't get you out of my head. You are everything that I want in the Father of my child. You are voguish, you are freehanded, you make practiced decisions, you mentor John telling me that you would be a wonderful parent. Why can't I shake this feel about you ?"She says with her center welling up.

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

"Darling, I love you as well. However, there is somebody in this equation that you need to get permission from. I would love to make a baby with you, yet I won't do that unless I have Jill's permission. There are lots of things that I don't need her license for, including us playing, but to produce a child, that is something entirely unlike,"I say to her as I'm hugging her.

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

"Ronda, obviously we have chemistry. I hear it from Dakota all the time that she sees the way we look at each other, more like lovers than frolic mate,"I say to her.

I continue on,"pet, I am more than willing to create a nipper with you. You are many thing that most men would want. You're beautiful, you're a sexual dynamo, you are impudent, you are hardworking, you have a fondness inside you, and your still reasonably young."The go scuttlebutt gets me a lagger in the ribs from a giggling Ronda.

"Reasonably Cy Young ?"She asks.

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

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

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

"More than I care to admit. In my head, I think that I can just raise our child as a single parent and if you participate then it only benefits our nipper, if you choose to not enter then I've lost nothing since I'm acting as a one parent,"she tells me before raising up to kiss me passionately.

"Darling, you won't have to raise our child alone. Hell, move into the Chateau with us and sell your dwelling. You'll be amongst those who love you and there will be other pregnant women here as well. In fact, the whole Chateau will be overrun with children by future Halloween,"I tell her. This makes her grin.

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

"Yes, I would love for you to travel in here. As for the shot, well, the FBI is all over it. In addition, I'm putting a brace more security things in stead,"I tell her trying to hit her feel safe about coming here.

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

"Yeah, now I got to go humiliate myself with Jill begging for you to make a sister with me,"she says in a defeated tone.

"dear, this isn't let's make Ronda feel bad. Hell, I'll go with you if you would like. I just want her OK before I create another child,"I tell her as we kiss once again passionately. Dakota may be good ; I do feel something blood-related to the chemistry between us. Only Jill and Dakota have a potent post in my heart over Ronda.

"Um, no. I think that this is just something that I need to do by myself,"she says to me. This causes her to get out of bed and leave the room. I frown a bit hoping that we would at to the lowest degree looseness before she went looking for Jill.

I get up and head back out to the kitchen where I was greeted by a yoke of the lady checking their complex quantity sentinel saying,"WOW, Daddy that really was a quick fix,"causing the ladies to erupt with giggles and some laughter.

CHAPTER 4

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

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

Jill begins,"David, are you bequeath to form a sister with Ronda ?"

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

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

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

"What's going on ? Is David being put in time-out for doing something wrong,"Mom asks giggling as she asks ?

"No Mom, nada like that, although maybe we should put him on restriction and take away his miniature,"Jill replies giggling as she says this to Mom. This again causes some laughter from the ladies sitting at the dining elbow room table.

"Then what is it ?"

"Dr. Ronda wants to have a babe with David,"she says.

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

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

"No, no test-tube. Just knit stitch ole sex and I'm pretty sure my David will take full vantage of trying to make the babe every luck he gets,"Jill says giggling some more.

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

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

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

"Absolutely, my Darling River,"I say to her.

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

Although I was disappointed a few bit ago, now I was hard as a rock and pick out to skip pleasing her orally and act right into fucking her, or as she put it, making love life to her.

I slide my hips between her thigh lining up my manhood with her first step. I gently push just a small bit of my putz into her wetness. She moans as I begin to move into her. I feel the wetness her womanhood is creating around my cock.

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

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

We match each other's thrusting before I hear her reach her showtime peak,"OH MY GAWD Saint David, I SO dear YOU,"telling me as she cums hard for the commencement orgasm.

As I'm thrusting into her, out of the corner of my eye, I see we have gained a crowd. Jennifer, Amy, and Dakota are all watching Ronda and I go at it.

Continuing to push up into her again and again, she peaks once again."GAWD St. David, YOU shuffling ME CUM SO darn HARD,"as her heart roll back in her head.

"DARLING, Hera I CUM, LET'S MAKE THAT BABY,"I say to her as I shoot all I have into her waiting and accepting womanhood.

Once I have cum so hard, I find that I am worn out. I roll off of her and just lay there with her head on my chest.

I hear the ladies say,"See, I told you. He makes a char cum at least twice before he lets himself orgasm. Pay up ma'am,"Dakota says with her hand stretched out waiting for money.

"clench on a endorsement, now you ladies are betting on me ? What am I a horse, this ain't no Kentucky Derby,"I say astonished that now I'm being bet upon. Of course, it's all Dakota's doing.

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

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

I put some shorts on and my usual white tee shirt and head to the TV room as well, dragging Dr. Ronda behind me.

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

I stand at the doorway to the way,"Tomorrow is Monday. I would care for everyone to go to their business as usual. We won't be deterred from our normal bit. Those who are here, need to hold in the security system camera from time to time. Tomorrow I'm going to come on the urban center Council to see if they will sell me the road that leads to our menage, maybe they'll just be well-chosen that there is one less road that they will give birth to preserve and let me have it for a reasonable cost,"I tell everyone.

John and Marcus come into the TV room all sweaty. They have completed their task and the ice hand truck is now empty. Dakota begins dialing up for a truck size tow truck to come to pick up the ice truck and take it over to the situation that all the limos get fixed.

It dawns on me that if the bullets didn't come out the other side, then maybe police captain Perez would want to air his forensics squad out to fish out the slugs.

After I say my address about not changing tomorrow's normal obligation, I dial up Captain Perez.

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

"sea captain, this is Jacques Louis David Greene. It occurs to me that the ice motortruck in my courtyard might take two or three bullets in it. There are three bullet train fix, so if they didn't come out the former side of meat, your forensics squad may be able to recover them,"I say to him.

"I'll send them right over. They should be there in about an hour or lupus erythematosus,"he tells me.

"We'll be sure to face for them,"I say.

We end the call.

"What's that stochasticity ?"I ask.

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

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

"papa, are we dismissed ?"Dakota asks.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed,"

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

"Remember, take in your antepartum vitamins or no coffee,"I say to her smile. She playfully slaps me on the articulatio humeri before kissing me and walking away swinging her cute ass at me.

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

In my head, it sounded like fun.

"Hey guys, do we deliver all the fix in the house, or do we need to ca-ca a grocery entrepot run ?"I ask.

"We have everything including hard-shell and soft taco shells,"Sammy tells me.

I was thinking that this could be a fun night."Be for sure to harbinger to everyone that tonight is greaser Nox. Oh, and I hope I don't have to differentiate you that lavatory will probably eat a twelve or more wetback,"I say to the chefs.

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

"Nice !"

Bobby and Sammy both go around telling everyone that tonight is Taco Sunday Nox and there will be a contest that everyone needs to take part in. I see everyone's heart brighten up, including my newest lover/baby Almighty Dr. Ronda.

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

Mom does ask Bobby if the spice can be toned down a bit for her as her belly doesn't take to spicy food all that well. Bobby tells her that they have already figured that and will puddle a small separate pan of meat with virtually no seasoning which made her smile.

I look around and submit stock of the adept things that are happening here.

The CG boys are dating pornography twin. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want baby from me. Diane is pregnant with John's baby and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are tremendous women who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio business. BJ and Danni are wonderful sexually charged women that are both beautiful as well as being sassy. missy will be back soon ; I hope, as she was fun to wreak with. Belinda seems to be working punishing with Allison as well. Aurora has fit in well here and her cleanup service has taken the encumbrance off Amy to run the planetary house. The two chefs are funny in addition to being wonderful cooks. John, well he is my protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the transition from being a kid in Diane's crew that just always said ‘ fuck'to a mature young man that accepts responsibility and has a much more mature deportment.

Amy has really begun to prosper in the role of steward of the family. Getting the cleaning serve was perfect. Now she can focus on just running the house and not being a striver to it.

And then there is Mom. She's beautiful, she's sexually a dynamo. Clearly, she and Fred have found some sort of happiness. Mom templet me when I find myself in a difficult office. I am very beaming to induce brought her to the West Coast and helped her sell her stuffy mansion in the Hamptons, for which she got the eminent sum of money ever sold by a non-beachfront property.

Fred, who started out by being Jill and my personal chauffeur, but now has some sort of kinship going on with Mom. He remains the stoic gentleman always looking out for the family unit's safety. His two nephews have been wonderful guarding the castle mental capacity. Now that they are dating the porn twins, I'm sure that their cognisance of certificate will amp up when pauperization be.

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

Thinking about Tina made me suppose that we will drop in on Tina and check on her on the way back from our East Coast/Tampa trip.

I checked with Dakota to do certain everything was set up with the jet for an early morning Tuesday departure. We discussed going to DC first, then down to battle of Atlanta to see this edifice that Jennifer is trying to urinate a great deal on, and then on to Tampa. On the replication, we will quit unannounced in Phoenix to feature a look in on our Tina.

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

Thinking about our three fraught ladies, Diane is the first due in mid to late May. Dakota is adjacent to be due in later June. Jill due after the Fourth of July and now, if I get Dr. Ronda pregnant before Christmastime, she'll be looking at an Aug or Labor Department Day due date. I laughed at my own joke ; she goes into labor on Labor Day.

CHAPTER 5

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

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

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

The hard-crispy eggshell were going at a rate of 10 to 1 over the tortillas. The chefs had shredded lettuce, diced Lycopersicon esculentum, sour cream, Cheddar and Monterey Jack cheeses all shredded, both fresh and pickled jalapeno, homemade salsa, a mango-lime salsa, various hot sauces, a red-pepper based groin and a sweet tangy sauce.

As promised, they had a branch pan of pith for Mom with virtually no spiciness in it.

Diane took a minuscule total of both dowry of core and made two interchangeable tacos, both with the flour tortilla. She put meat, wampum, diced tomatoes, and shredded Cheddar cheese. She also took a spoonful of the mango-lime salsa, which she said tasted like nil that she has ever had. That made both chefs smile as did me.

Jill and Dakota must make taken eat on classes from John. They both took 4 crunchy taco racing shell each. Two shells for each meat. They put the pith in the casing then covered it with the fixings that they wanted.

John, Marcus, and I sat patiently. Jill asked where Allison, the smut twins, the CG boy, and Allison might be. John and I both got up and went outside. John the Divine went to the twin's door telling the four of them that it was greaser night and that their front was being missed at the dinner table.

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

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

"I'm sorry ladies, but dinner is served and your comportment or lack of it is detectable. It's wetback Sunday and the chefs would care you to take part in their little contest about who's seasoning is better,"I tell them smiling. This makes Allison get up and Belinda put the camera down on the couch. They both walk with me back to the main house.

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

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

Once all the gentlewoman have solid food in front of them whoremonger bounds up like someone set his ass on fire. He heads over to the greaser bar and takes not 4, not 6, but 8 gruelling casing and begins filling them with meat and fixings. Jennifer, John Lackland's Mom, makes light of can's endless appetence. Everyone giggles.

The eating and socializing go on for a duad of minute. The CG boys regale us with tales of some of their dumbfound risky venture working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the eve telling us about being aboard the ‘ Big joystick ’. All in all, it was a delightful time. A time that we all needed to let the accent of the Recent events just go by.

As the dinner began to wind down, I asked Dr. Ronda to appease the nighttime, but she said she had to get back family as she has a few patient role in the hospital that she needs to visit before heading to the function in the first light. Before she leaves, she does make honorable mention that moving in here would save her about a one-half an hr of drive prison term as it is so much near to the hospital that she works out of.

"Just one of the things in the life of a doctor,"she tells me. I kiss her and walk her out to her car. I poke the push button to open the garage door and the front gate. I watch her drive off thinking how the baby will be so beautiful, all because of her.

I close the gate then the service department doorway. Before I head back inside, I'm cornered in the garage with Jill.

"Are you really OK with Dr. Ronda wanting to have a baby by you ?"She asks in a severe tone.

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

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

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

"Seriously, you don't feel uneasy that Dakota and I are already pregnant with your nestling and now Dr. Ronda wants one as well ?"

"Actually, I feel quite honored. You and I had discussed this in bed a mates of times. Until she told me, I never knew that one of Dakota's enigma was to have a baby and it really shocked me that she chose me as the father. Now, Dakota says that I look at Ronda differently than any former of the playgroup,"I say to Jill.

"wellspring, you do. It's almost as if you are trying to ‘ constitute love'to her each meter you two get together. If I wasn't your wife, I would probably be jealous,"Jill says to me.

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

"You realize that I'm still a woman, not just your wife and a marine,"she replies.

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

Jill steps forward, puts her arms around me and kiss me. We hold the candy kiss for respective minutes before we break and head back inside.

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

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

John finished issue 7 and Begin at number 8. In my head, I was surely that this was Dakota's doing, but a few minutes later I find out that it is Jennifer who put this all together. Imagine that, his own Mother betting against her son. If anyone had insider data about John's eating habits, it would be Jennifer.

John finished routine 8, then 9, then 10. At number 11, John showed a major slow down. He struggled through the taco. He just stared at taco identification number 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a couple of pickle jalapenos underneath all the trimmings. She let the juice from the jalapeno drip mold all over the heart before adding the repair.

John picked up the wetback and took a huge bite, deciding that if he took two or three big raciness, it would be done with quickly.

However, with the mystery item in the wetback, St. John swallowed the snack and yelled,"Holy roll in the hay ! ”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the fridge and poured himself a big glass of milk, sat back devour and took another immense bite. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big swallow of milk. On the final collation, he dangled the bite over his mouth before shoving it in. The girlfriend all laughed as Jennifer had to script over the money collected to John.

John counted the money and gave me half of the winnings. I just told him to maintain it. I knew in my philia that he would accept a resolution to the secret ingredient that his mother has put in the taco.

Bobby and Sammy both laughed out loud asking John if he wanted any more taco. This drew laugh from everyone. All in all, John Lackland had made over $ 100 from that trivial bet. His female parent said it was the best money spent on John in a long while.

Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner table. Mom went over to the little pan that the chefs had waiting for her with little to no spiciness. She took a spoon and kissed each one on the cheek telling them the core was sodding. Fred let her micturate a collection plate before he made one for himself. He took 4 hard taco shells filling two each with each inwardness. He really didn't take much of the fixation. He took some dinero, some diced love apple, and some shredded Cheddar cheese.

While he was eating, I asked the mesa to vote for the essence. Pan one, the white-livered pan. Pan two the wild blue yonder pan. As I went around the table it seemed to go back and forth chickenhearted, downcast, yellow, blue, blue, yellow and on and on.

After everyone had cast their balloting, it was profane ahead by one vote, but Fred had not voted. He chose xanthous. That tied it all up and the two chefs shook hands and decided to do the Saame thing the next taco night.

As the night went on, citizenry began heading to bed since tomorrow was a workday. Jill and I were one of the last ones to leave the table with Dakota following us to our bed. I stripped down, Jill did the same, as did Dakota. We all snuggled up together and drifted off to sleep.

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

Yes, being that chauffeur that second in my life changed things for the better.

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