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After Charles, Henry and I finished our "clear discussion" with Thomas, we became aware of a green older model Ford Fusion behind us. We instructed our Lyft driver, instead of going back to Natalie's house, to keep taking left lanes. As he did the green Fusion followed each and every time. I pulled out my portable binoculars, and saw a white male balding in his 50's. He had to be a private investigator. Enough of this crap. After instructing our driver to take two lefts and then two rights, he was instructed to hop onto congested Murphy Avenue. The green car disappeared. He knew exactly what we were doing, so this sophistication and license plates noted, would be sent back to HQ for more research. Arriving back at Natalie's, I kept Charles with me, and had Henry put into a vacant condo closer to the entrance of the community. Natalie was smoking and pacing. Charles told her about "how it went," yet we obviously knew not to tip our hand about the green car. She seemed calmer, which is exactly what we desired. It's far more safe for everyone, when the protectee is feeling decently. Charles was smooth ironing out the other condo for Henry, and how he explained this to her. He was going to be in management soon, as I was impressed with his business acumen even more. Getting these two seals has been great hires.
Thirty minutes later my phone buzzed. Indeed the guy following us was Jason Myers, a former Marine Reconnaissance Officer, who was licensed as a private investigator in Nevada. Why had he been following us, especially as soon as we left Thomas in a rather heated discussion? He didn't intercede the whole time. Was it overwhelming manpower, or a chess piece move that we didn't understand? This admittedly raised more questions than answers. His office was only three miles away, so without Natalie in ear shot, I opted for the direct approach. Again this usually brought results, and even if Jason wasn't forthcoming, all of us would learn much from his body language. Squeezing Natalie's hand, I told her, "the guys and I have to go out. Sebastian is sending you a security guy for your front door." Actually he was sending two. "Be careful Terry." "Of course, see you soon." We kissed and her lucious green eyes danced. Damn I enjoyed those lips on mine, but first had to take care of this unknown situation.
I drove Charles and Henry. Both were impressed by Natalie's Mercedes sedan, and had to laugh with them. It was far better than what was left of cars, I owned in New York City. My 2015 Mustang GT and Chevrolet Impala weren't "all that." They were practical for my needs, and the depreciation factor was why I held on to vehicles. Moving out of the spot, they both gave me the "thumbs up " on the Harley Sebastian had loaned me. Motorcycles were excellent patrol vehicles, and plus I could do more tactical wise on it. The 1200 was a sweet bike, and I could literally go through traffic and other obstacles as necessary. Moving on down to the Myers office, we all smiled seeing the Fusion parked out front. My guys knew what to do, and were ready for anything.
Going inside there was a pretty brunette secretary. "Can I help you gentlemen?" "Yes, we need to see Jason please." I showed her our credentials, and the look on her face was less guarded now. We were told to meet him in his office upstairs. Walking up the creaky dilapidated set, the inside of this building was in bad condition. Jason at his desk, greeted us all, and yet he couldn't hide the surprise. "I wasn't expecting so fast, but it seems your company is very effective." "Yes it is." After being offered seats, which we politely refused, Jason sat in his and said "what can I do for you?" "Why were you following us?" First silence and then a dour expression. "I'm keeping tabs on Thomas for a client, who alleges he treated her like shit. His ex wife has a court date with him soon. That's about all I can say, as this is a legal manner." He had a point, and looking at the guys, I got no non verbal cues to be concerned. Jason then asked me about our dealings with Terry,"we are protecting a person from him, and who knows, maybe in court we can work together." Handing him my card, I knew the chances were low, but smart to be reasonable. Walking out we said goodbye to the nice lady named Susan, and headed back to what we considered our base.
As the day went on, Charles took his place in the guest bedroom for a nap, Henry went back to what we called "the crows nest." Natalie and I cooked a meal together, and smiled when she saw where her nutjob ex boyfriend was. Little did he know that the guys and I had tagged his shoes, car, among other items with rice sized GPS tracking devices. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and it was another layer of security for my client and now transgender lady friend. Generally business and pleasure are frowned upon, but I had built this company from the ground up, and quite a few of my employees were in the LGBT community. This was an asset to our operations, and our reputation and revenue continued to grow. It was so rewarding to see things exceed, far more so than when I came up with this separating from the army. Sure I suffered nightmares from my combat training, but the West Point ring and promotions with training, were now paying off more than most occupations were. In my young 40's I was still very much in shape, and most of all quite comfortable by these chapters of life.
"Your spices to the chicken are very good Terry." I smiled and kissed Natalie. As the food was on the plates, we ate next to each other on the kitchen counter set up she had. It was quite cozy, and we had a fun time exchanging funny jokes, along with enjoying each other's company. She looked so cute with that reddish brown long hair, the emerald green eyes, and the dress outfit that accentuated this with the black heels. Her perfume had me in a lull. Just literally lost in happiness, and we kissed again. Holding hands, and just being with each other, was so joyful in every way. Eventually Charles came out, and we shared food with our good compadre. He was one of my first hires, and was such an intelligent and engaging man. Natalie and I laughed at some of his navy stories. Also it was pleasant that he opened up with us, about his cousins boy transitioning. At first he was bothered by it, not out of hatred, it just literally was beyond his comprehension. Yet little by little he accepted her as Darlene. Natalie put him at ease, and explained she had similar feelings growing up as a lady with a penis. She was very blunt, and all of us were laughing in unison.
As usual he was so polite. Tomorrow morning he would cook us, what he called "sailors delight." He checked Natalie's fridge, but ordered more from Instacart to be delivered in a couple of hours. I had it before, and while Natalie pestered us what this was going to be, Charles and I just smiled. She would be happy tomorrow, and I looked forward to the high test coffee brewed to maximum especially. He went off to read a book, while Natalie and I watched the Ozarks series on tv. Cuddling it was so good to hold hands with her. Two people getting closer every second. In her dress I could see her nipples harden, so she wasn't wearing a bra, which of course turned me on. I felt down her blouse, and as we kissed, Natalie covered my hands and said, "soon baby. First I have to dress up in something special for you. Having already touching her perky small breasts I was turned on, and she gave me this wicked grin that said "this will be worth your while." As the sun went down and the living room, she told me to "wait here until called to the bed." I was so excited, as my attraction to her was complete. Her door closing o heard the shower, and just knew that soon, my aggressiveness would be far more placid.
To be continued