No Good Deed Goes Unrewarded
Copyright© 2020 by Dilbert Jazz
Chapter 8
Fiction Story: Chapter 8 - Bob is returning home from a trip to Colorado, to enjoy to Pot you can buy there (marijuana is now legal in Colorado). He is driving back on the country roads of Nebraska. It is the middle of the night, and he almost runs into a car in the middle of nowhere. A young woman is out of gas. He helps her out, and in return get a plate of Hamburger Helper Lasagna, and much more. (codes will be added with new chapters)
Caution: This Fiction Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Mother Daughter Grand Parent MaleDom Anal Sex Analingus Oral Sex Squirting
After Michelle told Bob all about Gary and his demise, he asked, “Please show me the plans for the house.”
Indeed, a place this size to have a decent set of goals to m it. He might even want to make modifications to it.
Michelle said, “ou’ll find the plans in the library over there,”
She pointed to the library across the room from the parlor.
Bob went into the library. It was a large room with shelves on every wall containing very book. The ceiling was over twenty feet tall and had a tower on top. He could see the roof’s beams across the room. It was an exterior log with pools of three full-size windows to let light in during the day. It was a nice natural light suitable for reading. A table was sitting in the center of the room divided into four sections, with each unit having a computer with two 30-inch monitors set up in portrait mode. The room seems to ha.
Bob walked sat at one of the computer stations. was a tall wooden cabinet like a wall locker in the school sitting in the corner near the courtyard entrance. said, “plans” Bob went over to it and opened it up. Inside were several brown circular containers, each with label at the end. These were the blueprints it was a set of blueprints for each floor, one for the roof, one for tilities, one for security, and one that said overall. This house had to cost a fortune.
That was when curiosity got the best of him. Bob moved the mouse, the terminal came on, with the login screen asking for his thumbprint. He looked the keyboard, and there was a fingerprint scanner. Since it asked for his thumb, He used it on the scanner. And surprisingly, the computer gives him access.
He said, “Cassandra could you give me s?”
Cassandra said, “Bob, you already have access to the computers. You logged in on computer terminal two.”
Bob asked, “Is there anything restricted from me?”
Cassandra said, “Bob, you have unrestricted access to the estate. Those were my orders when I granted access.”
Knowing computers as, he knew that was flawed. That would be like giving the keys to the cookie store to the cookie monster, and he could go in and screw up.
He said, “Cassandra, remove my access from all private folders. Give me access to the blueprints for this house and all the mechanical drawings of the house. Open the blueprints for the overall view of the house.”
After a few minutes, Cassandra and said, “You no longer have access to the private files except about the house. The overall plans for the house are in a blueprint viewer on the screen.”
Bob was interested in the floor plan of the house. He looked at the main floor plan the room floor and could see where Meredith was taking up the main suite call her room. Melody had taken bedroom number two on the bottom floor due to its accessibility to the kitchen in the pool area. Michelle had taken her bedroom number four due to its hot shower and the access to the sundeck.
Bob found a guest suite outside the house. It would give him lots of privacy. No, he did not foresee him sleeping there very often, given all the other bedrooms and the access those bedrooms. Bob at the different floorplanswith the game room and an elevator...
Bob did not expect a sub-level of the house basement level ha a BDSM dungeon. It had several adjoining bedrooms, with heavy metal doors, like bedroom suites. But the most puzzling one was the subfloor fifty feet below the basement. It had a garage with a tunnel leading out of it. Bob would have to check it out.
After looking at the plans for a few minutes, Bob determined a bomb shelter. It was large one with tons of room six air vents. The vents were all over the woodcamouflage. He found a plan that showed they were about ten miles away. It took a while to build this place.
To satisfy his curiosity, Bob asked, “Cassandra, does everybody in this house know about this bomb shelter in the basement s it was not on the control panel for the elevator.”
Cassandras said, “Gary had the bomb shelter built before the house. Gary did not tell the family about it, and they were in place before the family the construction of the house. The only people who knew about these extra floors were those involved in their design and construction. They would not have guessed, or more did not guess.”
He to the main floor, looking at the plans for the house. He was trying to memorize the layout. That is when Jill came in, dressed as an elegant house cleaner. It was a black dress that reached below her knees, wearing an apron that protected her from spills.
Jill said, “Your possessions have arrived. We put them in the guest suite over the garage, washed your clothes, and put them away for you in the dressers. I took any food you had and put it into your dinette. Everything else is on your bed. I did notice a bit of marijuana in your possessions. We do not condone drugs, but we provide a safe method for obtaining them. Should you need more marijuana, let Jack know, and he will accommodate you.”
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