Date: Tue, 1 Feb 2022 18:15:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Natalie Mars Security Detail Part 5

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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