Dinner Date Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Dinner Date Ch. 04

Author's Note: This chapter is a departure from the rest of the story. While it is shorter and there is no sex but there is some action, I hope it will keep your interest enough in order to continue reading the rest of the series.

It does pick up immediately after Chapter 3 and was written strictly for character and plot development in order to move the story where I need it to be. The next parts will be back to more of what I know you expect.

This is a work of absolute fiction. I am no legal scholar nor have any legal training. Any laws I discuss are strictly for context of the plot and character development only. All characters are fictitious and have no resemblance to any real person in present or past.

Chapter 4

"Alright Captain. We're settled in and ready. Let's get going."

It didn't take long once we got clearance to get airborne. As soon as we were, I moved to the back of the plane bringing Kelly with me. Unlocking the aft cabin door, we stepped into the plane's arsenal: several different styles of shotguns, an assortment of knives, a dozen handguns, and half a dozen different rifles from tactical M-4's to scoped sniper.

"First things first. What type of firearms training do you have?"

"Uhm. None?" she said questioningly while looking at the display in front of her. "Never liked guns much but I know how to handle a knife though."

I pulled a knife and tactical scabbard down. "Put the K-Bar in your boot." She did as I instructed and then grabbed ...

... several throwing knives along with a throwing scabbard and strapped it to her lower back then tested the balance of each knife before inserting them which caused me to raise an eyebrow. "These I know quite well from my time on the streets."

"You have heard the expression about bringing a knife to a gun fight, right?" She just nodded and gave me a knowing smile.

I stopped and made sure she understood what I said next, "From here on out, until this is over you will either refer to me as Sir or Robert. The scum sucking piece of shit we're about to meet, from all the reports I've received about him, if he hears you call me Master, and this all goes sideways; let's just say he makes your former landlord look like Mr Rogers."

"Yes, Sir."

"When we get back home, I'm taking everyone to the gun range for lessons on how to shoot. My motto is, 'Pray for peace but prepare for war.'"

"Yes, Sir."

"If we get separated and someone comes at you. Take that knife and cut their balls off. Don't think. Don't hesitate. Just cut. You need to make sure they lose any chance of being allowed to pollute the gene pool further. If someone comes at you from behind, throw your head back into their nose or face, then stab down into the leg or groin area, twist the knife and pull it out hard and fast. Stab down, twist and pull. Repeat it back to me."

"Stab down, twist and pull."

"Good girl. If someone comes at you from the front, do not go for the balls first. Hit them in their throat ...