The Chauffeur (#40) The Trip by PABLO DIABLO

The Chauffeur (#40) The Trip by PABLO DIABLO

When the alarm went off, I dragged my tired ass out of bed. , The Chauffeur (#40) The Trip

CHAPTER 1

When the alarm went off, I dragged my tired ass out of bed. Ronda was still sleeping peacefully all curled up into me. I gently shook her awake. I tried to get up out of the bed without disturbing Jill.

Once I was out of the bed, I headed to the bathroom to do my morning duties, shave, and shower. Once I finished shaving, I got into the shower. I felt the rush of cold air as the shower door opened behind me. Instantly I knew that it was Ronda. I pushed her towards the shower water causing her to make a sigh as the hot water cascaded over her beautiful body.

I soaped her up and rinsed her off. She did the same for me. It was very difficult to not have sex with her. She’s beautiful, she’s willing, and she’s right there in front of me. However, we didn’t have the time to play around.

She shampooed my hair and I did hers. Once the water was turned off, we stepped into the cool air of the bathroom to dry off. I went into the bedroom to see my gorgeous wife still sleeping. I wasn’t sure when she came to bed, but it couldn’t have been too long ago.

I put my cobalt blue long sleeve shirt on with a black tie. Once I was dressed, I carried my luggage stopping at the dresser to collect my phone off the charger, my wallet, and my keys.

Ronda sat at Jill’s makeup table putting makeup on. She stopped with the makeup and went into the bathroom to dry her hair. I knew that it would take a few minutes, so I took my luggage out to the front door.

I set it down next to Ronda’s luggage. Dakota came out wheeling hers behind her. Jennifer was already sitting at the kitchen table and her luggage was next to the dining room table. I grabbed it and wheeled it to the front door.

Neither Bobby nor Sammy were up yet, as 3 am was way before they usually get up. I decided on another bowl of cereal.

As I finished my cereal, Ronda came around the corner and shocked me. She looked stunning for 3 am. Her hair was perfect and her makeup too. She had a conservative dress that stopped mid-thigh with a beautiful pair of shiny black heels. She came over to me and kissed me, wiping the milk mustache off my upper lip, giggling the whole time.

Dakota indicated that the limo had arrived. We all got our luggage and headed out to the car. The driver took our luggage and put them in the trunk. The back door was already open waiting for us. Dakota got in, Ronda got in, and Jennifer got in leaving me for last. It felt weird not having John with us. He’s been my sidekick for several months now and him not being here just felt…well, weird.

I asked the driver if he knew where we were going, he assured me that he did. I texted Paula a thank you for sending a much better driver than last time.

Oddly, the streets were quiet as we buzzed along towards the private part of the airport. When we arrived, the chauffeur pulled right up close to our jet. We all got out and the chauffeur unloaded our luggage. The co-pilot came down the steps picking up the luggage and carrying it into the plane. I pulled out three $100 bills, folded them over and handed them to the chauffeur. He thanked me, put them in his pocket and left.

Ronda had taken a position right next to me with my Dakota on the other side. Jennifer kicked back on the loveseat and draped her legs over the arm putting her earbuds in and putting on a movie. She chose to watch the Tom Cruise movie “Far and Away”. I thought about how that was a nice choice since it’s a nice long movie with a run-time of 2 ½ hours.

I felt Ronda snuggle up to me, laying her head on my shoulder. Occasionally Jennifer would look over at me and just smile. I winked back at her causing her to smile even larger.

The flight was uneventful, however, when we got off the jet in Tampa, my phone lit up. It was Jill asking if I knew where Ronda had gone off to. I chastise myself for not reminding Jill that Ronda was going on the trip with us. I called Jill and assured her that Ronda was on the jet and asked if she wanted to speak to her. Jill declined as she was just worried that when she came to bed, Ronda was snuggled up with me but when she woke up, Ronda wasn’t anywhere to be found. We said our ‘I love you’ and hung up.

Since it was just barely 9 am, I suggested we hit a diner before we go to the restaurant to visit my favorite manager to propose the project, I would like him to oversee.

Jennifer chose Village Inn to eat at since many of them had gone to 24 hours. The three of us shrugged our shoulders and the limo driver took us to the nearest Village Inn. When we arrived, we asked if he would like to join us, but he declined to say that he had just eaten before he came to pick us up.

I was surprised at how busy the restaurant was, yes it was just a few minutes after 9 am but the place was jumping for a Tuesday. In my head, I thought about how to make our restaurant group have units that had big sales on off days, like a Tuesday. Maybe the answer lies with the manager I liked here in Tampa.

It’s often difficult traveling with such gorgeous women. There are looks from all the men, but even more so the comments from the wives or girlfriends that were just loud enough to be annoying. Thankfully, at this V.I. there were lots of retired seniors. The women talk loudly, because, their husbands can’t hear that well. Funny thing, the retired community don’t seem to be jealous of the spouse enjoying the eye-candy. Guess after so many years of being together a spouse is not threatened by looking. My Grandmother used to tell me that even if you have the ‘Mona Lisa’ in your home, you still look at other art, you just don’t touch. Sound advice I always thought.

We sat there eating and enjoying each other’s company. A gentleman, probably about 70, came over and asked if I was David Greene. I assured him that I was indeed that guy. He shook my hand and laughed at how nice I travel. The ladies all giggled but I wasn’t sure that he could hear them as I saw hearing aids in both ears. He asked me for an autograph, which surprised me. The gentleman had a thin Sharpie marker and had heisted a paper carryout menu. Instead of just my signature, I put a small note. It read “To my friend Albert, it was very nice to meet you. David Greene, CEO Jaxson, Inc.”

When I handed it back to the gentleman, he thanked me. Now, many more eyes were on us. The waitress came over and joked that we must be someone famous if Albert knew who we were. She laughed at her own joke and asked for our breakfast order.

Dakota, Ronda, and I all ordered a breakfast. Jennifer was the wildcard of the bunch; she ordered a BLT on white toast with extra mayo and a large glass of white milk.

“Anything you’d like to tell us, Jen?” I asked smiling at her. This made the Dakota and Ronda turn and look at Jennifer.

“No, you silly people, I’m just hungry. I didn’t get a bowl of cereal, just a cup of coffee before we left the house,” she said to the table.

All our meals arrived quickly. I thought about how nice a restaurant can be when it is functioning properly. Clearly, this restaurant was properly staffed and running like a well-oiled machine.

We ate. We laughed. We even had a nice couple stop and ask if they could take a picture of them and me. I stood with them for a couple of minutes, but unfortunately, technology was not their strong suit. Dakota once again stepped in and saved things. She asked for their cell phone and took three pictures of me standing with the couple. Just to be cute, I reached over to another table and grabbed a menu holding it in front of me. The couple thanked me and off they went, the husband with a cane, the lady with a walker.

I thought about a business that Bob Jaxson had mentioned in his diary, a medical equipment place. His point was that people will not stop needing medical equipment, but he thought about the retail end of it. I watched as the senior couple slowly made their way to their car. He held the door open and it took her several minutes to get in the front seat. Once she was in and her seat belt fastened, he folded up the aluminum walker and put it in the back seat. I was truly amazed at how loving and caring he was to his wife. However, I came back to my senses when he backed the car out without looking and smashed it into another vehicle that was coming down the aisle.

None of the ladies jumped up hearing the crash of the two vehicles colliding. Many of the restaurant patrons ran outside to check on the occupants. The hostess pulled out her own cell phone and dialed up 911. She explained quickly what had happened.

I asked the ladies at the table with me, “Isn’t anyone going to run out there to help the people?”

Only Ronda replied, “Why should we? There must be 25 people buzzing around the two cars. I’m sure medical and police help will be along shortly,” smiling at me as she said this.

Almost on cue, the nearby paramedics arrived as did two of the local sheriff’s deputies. Now it was a whole production outside. Dakota was the first to notice that our limo was stuck behind the emergency vehicles. She dialed the company up and let them know our limo was stuck and for them to reach out to their driver letting him know that we see he is boxed in with the other vehicles. They assured her that they would call him.

Since we were not going anywhere quickly, I ordered pie for all four of us. Of course, the ladies all tried to politely decline, but not my Dakota she decided she wanted two slices of pie. She chose one cherry and one French silk. I leaned over to Ronda and asked, “Are you ready for that? The food cravings and the such?” I said smiling before I kissed her on the cheek.

“Oh yes, funnyman. I’m ready for all of it,” she said before she kissed me back, hard and passionately.

It took the waitress only a few seconds to clear the empty breakfast plates away. She had plenty of time to take care of us as nearly 75% of the restaurant patrons were outside watching the goings-on. An ambulance arrived taking the passenger of the second car away on a stretcher. The police were talking to the retired couple. I’m not sure if they were stunned or just couldn’t hear the officer as he looked like he was getting frustrated with them as he kept having to repeat himself. We all heard the officer from inside saying, “No sir, I’m asking you what happened.”