7 February 2022

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Our first night

This is all very confusing. Cassie had implemented a work at your own pace program. Given we had memorized the textbooks, it went pretty fast.

Remember when we did that? Yeah that was less than three weeks ago. Yes, you read that right.

Tonight is our first night as interns. Usually that is a big class. Mindy here.

This time it is just the three of us. Cassie, Mila, and me. Octavia slowed her pace, to help Anna Maria. Octavia will join us in a couple weeks. Yeah, she slowed down.

I've never worked in the ER and haven't been on the graveyard shift since my first year as a nurse. I was unlikely to know anyone, but I had gone back channel to learn about the attending.

Our boss.

What I found was his glee in abusing interns. In particular, he hates female interns.

Hates. Them.

Now, I'm about the right age so he will at least accept that. Cassie is 13. Oh, and don't forget about 10-year-old Mila. I have no idea how this is going to work. We will see. We just walked into the classroom for our orientation. The attending, Harald, arrived 45 minutes late, walking in with another doctor, discussing the lengthy dinner from which they had just come. I'm sure they were making a point, but Cassie is pissed. Seething.

I'm impressed she held it in. Somehow I don't think he got the memo that the owner of the hospital is one of his interns. It sure isn't me. Don't look at Mila either, although there is something special about Mila.

Yeah, that way, too. We study together. You have to celebrate the end of a study session. Sometimes with Luke and Mark, too. Often Nova and Nicolo. Celebrations are fun.

The doctors went through some stupid handshake ritual and the other doctor left. Harald turned and looked at us and rolled his eyes.

Cassie growled softly. I don't think he heard it. I don't think she cared. Did I mention that the family has pools on everything? I bet on Cassie dealing with someone on her first night.

I'm a lock. If she is growling now...

"This is what our medical school has become?" he said. Cassie's foot is a tapping.

"Isn't it wonderful?" said Cassie. "I'm Cassie. These are my colleagues Mindy and Mila. I'm afraid we missed your name in your introduction."

He barked out a laugh.

"My name is Doctor. Something to which you aspire. Something you will never achieve," he said.

"We are here to learn so lead the way," said Cassie. "Perhaps you could share a little of your background and some insights into the program."

He laughed again.

"The program is you follow me around like puppies and do the shit work I don't want to do," he said. "I predict you'll all wash out by tomorrow. Maybe not her. She's cute." He nodded at Mila. Eww.

"Well we are here to prove you wrong," said Cassie. Her voice got syrupier with each response. Oh. She's baiting him.

That got me a smile.

He turned and walked out, briskly. We had to move quickly to catch up. By the time we got there he appeared to be sexually harassing a nurse. The things he said were worded very carefully, but we all knew the intent. Clearly she had heard them all, too. Cassie was seething even more. Just then an alarm went off and lights started flashing over the door to a room. He took off at a run and we followed him.

"Stay the fuck out of the way," he yelled, over his shoulder. We followed him in and stood out of the way. He was trying to intubate a child. A baby. The baby was turning blue, and he couldn't get it in. We couldn't see everything from our angle, but it wasn't going well.

Cassie had reached her limit. She ran over and tore open a new intubation kit and quickly pulled on the gloves. She picked up the tube and physically shoved him out of the way with her hip. The nurse pulled out the tube and in one smooth motion Cassie slid in the new one.

The baby immediately started turning pink. Cassie turned to the nurse.

"Was he following the latest protocol and massaging the throat?" she asked. The nurse looked stricken and clearly didn't want to get involved. Finally she shook her head no. At this point the doctor grabbed Cassie's arm and dragged her out into the hall.

He was a dead man walking.

Oh he lit into her. I learned new profanity. Everyone in the county learned new profanity. He was an inch from Cassie's face, screaming and spitting. She just waited him out. Her patience was incredible. Finally he wore down.

"How far behind on your reading are you?" she asked. "The technique you were using was replaced in 2008."

"Fuck that," he said. "I know what I need to know."

"You certainly taught us how to kill a baby," said Cassie. "Who are we going to have to save next?"

He stormed off and grabbed a chart and tried to read it. He was bubbling with anger. Cassie just kept smiling. Finally he turned. He pulled out his phone and made a short call and turned to us.

"You're done. Out of here. Expelled. Never will be a doctor," he snarled. Just then the head of our program walked in. This was going to get interesting. Particularly when he walked over and gave Cassie a hug and then me a hug. He even hugged Mila and I don't think they've ever met. He turned to the attending.

"Harald," he said, nodding. "What is the emergency?"

Harald told the story with surprisingly few embellishments. He left out the killing the kid part. He listened until Harald wore down and turned to us.

"You were able to intubate the child?" he said.

Cassie nodded.

"Well done," said the head of our program. "Saved a life on your first night and a baby at that." Just then a woman came out of that exact room and looked around. She ran over and gave Cassie a big hug and started just rattling off what sounded like Chinese.

To which Cassie flawlessly replied.

Then Cassie pulled her wallet out of her coat and pulled out a stack of what looked to be hundreds. Which she pressed into the women's hand. She tried to refuse, I think. It is not like I understood but Cassie wasn't having any of it. Finally the woman walked away. With the money.

Let me simplify. The head of our program is Donnald and yes I spelled it right. Donnald turned to Cassie.

"It sounds like you are having a great first night," said Donnald. He turned back to Harald.

"So what is the emergency Harald?" asked Donnald.

"She shoved me out of the way!" he screamed.

"Well I'm sure she had a very good reason," said Donnald, who turned to Cassie.

"He was using the old protocol," said Cassie. "And it wasn't working."

"Was that the mother?" he asked.

Cassie nodded.

"So the child is Asian?" he said.

Cassie nodded again. He turned back to Harald.

"Did you at least massage the neck?" asked Donnald. Harald clearly didn't want to answer but finally shook his head no.

He turned back to Cassie.

"Did you?" he asked. Cassie nodded yes.

He turned to Harald.

"Did you forget the protocol for an Asian child?" said Donnald. Oh boy. He didn't want to answer.

"How does the protocol differ between an Asian child and a Hispanic child?" asked Cassie, of Harald.

"Who the fuck do you think you are asking me the questions?" asked Harald. I don't think it helped that Donnald laughed. He turned to Harald again.

"We will get to that after you answer the question," said Donnald, in a much firmer voice. Harald looked like the deer in the headlights. He clearly didn't know.

Cassie jumped in again and started firing questions. Finally Harald exploded.

"Just shut the fuck up," screamed Harald. Cassie turned to me. She knew I could answer them all.

So I did. Finally Donnald broke in and turned to Cassie.

"What do you want to do?" he asked. Cassie was thoughtful.

"Why the fuck are you asking an intern?" screamed Harald, even louder. People were staring.

"He is off the floor until he passes the boards again," said Cassie. "Suspend him without pay until he does. Be sure to report that you revoked his privileges to the state."

"Oh and start an investigation. We personally saw him sexually harass a nurse. If you can get them to talk," said Cassie. "I'm sure it wasn't the first time. Promise them anonymity and that you will protect them. Send them to me if they'd rather discuss it with a woman." Donnald turned back to Harald.

"You heard her. Pack it up and go home," said Donnald. Donnald shrugged off his suit coat.

"Looks like I'm the attending for the night," he said.

"That won't be necessary," said a voice from behind us. "But your willingness to do so is appreciated."

I knew that voice. Cassie knew that voice. We both got hugs. Nope. Mila did, too. One hell of a hug. They clearly knew each other. Interesting.

For some reason Harald hadn't moved.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked. The newcomer just tapped her name badge.

Which simply said Elena.

"Is that supposed to mean something?" he barked.

"One would think so," said Elena. "Since I am the Chief Medical Officer of the Dionysus Medical System. The President of the hospital reports to me."

"I do?" said Cassie. "Just for the hospital or for the university too?"

"Just the hospital," said Elena. "Pari for NYU."

Cassie nodded.

"What in the fuck are you talking about?" screamed Harald. Elena just looked at him and then at Cassie.

"Your call," said Elena. "But I'd fire him."

Cassie laughed.

"Nah. Until he passes the boards, he can fill the Aide to the President position," said Cassie. Both Elena and Donnald laughed. A lot.

"But I won't tolerate the harassment, so that will likely get him booted," said Cassie, and Elena and Donnald nodded. Harald looks terrified. As he should.

"OK," said Elena. "Let's go treat some patients. You can head home Donnald. Thanks for coming in."

Harald turned to Cassie.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" screamed Harald. He screams a lot.

"I already introduced myself. My name is Cassie. Are you having cognitive problems?" asked Cassie. I think his head is about to explode.

She waited for an answer.

He didn't give one.

"To add a little more color," said Cassie. "I am the President of the hospital. I am also the President of NYU. I own both personally."

Harald laughed. A deep belly laugh.

"Report to my office at 0830. If you are not on time, I will consider that your resignation." With that she spun, and she and Elena walked away.

I ran to follow them but not before I heard Donnald.

"Dude, show up and be nice," said Donnald. "You won't get another chance. Cassie is powerful. Don't fuck with her."

Yes she is. In more ways than they understand. I caught up to them. Cassie was doing a workup on a young woman about her own age. The mother was looking on with skepticism.

"Finally," said the woman. "An actual doctor."

"I'm an intern ma'am. So are they," I said, pointing at Cassie and Mila. "This is a teaching hospital."

"How old are you?" asked the girl, of Cassie.

"I am 13, Melody," she replied. The girl smiled. Did you doubt Cassie knew her name?

"Me too!" she said. "How the hell are you an intern?"

"Melody! Language," said the woman. Cassie turned to Elena.

"Lungs are clear. Heart rate is normal," said Cassie. "Ma'am we need to speak to Melody privately."

"I am her mother. I'm not going anywhere," she said.

"I appreciate your concern," said Cassie. "But we really do need to speak to her alone."

"No," she said.

"Mom, stop being a dick," said Melody. "Step out." Good for you Melody. The mom didn't like it, but she did it.

"How many periods have you missed?" asked Cassie.

"Three," said Melody, softly. "How did you know?"

"Because I have a two-month old baby at home. I recognize morning sickness," said Cassie. "You waited long enough that your options are limited. We can have a counselor speak to you. Are you ready to tell your mother?" Melody recoiled. Literally slid back.

"She will kill me. We are Catholic," said Melody.

"We won't tell her," said Cassie. "But you won't be able to hide it much longer. You need good prenatal care, too."

Melody burst into tears. Cassie sat on the bed and hugged her until she stopped crying.

"OK. Will you stay with me?" said Melody.

"Of course," said Cassie. "But Elena isn't allowed to leave me alone."

"So you're the doctor?" said Melody. "How old are you?" Elena laughed.

"I'm 14," said Elena.

"Well it is good you are older," said Melody, with a wan smile. "Wait a minute. Cassie and Elena. You're both from Dionysus."

They both just nodded. I think they're used to people figuring it out. I stepped out and brought in Melody's mother.

"I'm pregnant," said Melody. Her mom gave her a look that was just evil.

"Then you're no child of mine. Don't bother coming home," said her mom, who spun on her heel and left.

"Well I did warn you," said Melody. "I am royally fucked and not in the fun way."

"No you're not," said Cassie. "We have your back." Melody laughed.

"You have to report this. I'll end up in some shitty foster home or more likely on the streets," said Melody, crying again.

"Looks like your first night as an intern is over, but try not to do this every night," said Elena. Elena picked up the chart and added a note. Then she sent a text.

"You're good," said Elena. With that, Elena left the room, taking the chart with her. At the last moment, she turned.

"Mindy and Mila, you're still with me," said Elena. I ran to catch up.

My first freaking night

"So you wait with me until the social worker arrives?" asked Melody. Yeah, Cassie here. My turn on the pen.

"Nope," I said. I looked around for her clothes. Oh come on.

"She seriously took your clothes?" I said. Melody laughed.

"Probably," said Melody. "She would want them for her daughter. She is my stepmom. She's happy she had an excuse to do this. I'd bet a dollar my dad doesn't even ask her where I am. I remind him too much of his first wife. My mom. It confuses him. I think he wants to fuck me. He will be thrilled I am gone."

"My mom sold me to a pimp when I was 6," I said. "I didn't get rescued until I was 10."

"Holy shit," said Melody. "I have no words."

"I'm safe now," I said. "And so are you. Come with me." She followed me, trying to hold her gown closed. I took her into the locker room and got my spare clothes and handed them to her.

"A romper?" laughed Melody. "Who wears these things?" I took off my white coat and was wearing a very similar romper. Melody laughed.

"Foot meet mouth," said Melody. I just nodded and she took off the gown and took the romper from me.

"My god this is soft," she said, looking at the label. "Holy shit. You have a romper made by Timmy! Who the fuck are you? Wait, wait. You're not just Cassie. You're Princess Cassie. Damn."

"Language," I said. We were both laughing when a nurse walked in.

"You kids can't be in here," she said.

"We were just leaving," I said. I took Melody's hand and we walked out, and I headed for the outside door.

"How can you do this?" asked Melody.

"Because you're a Dionysus citizen," I said. She skidded to a halt.

"I'm what?" said Melody.

"A citizen. If you weren't, then you'd be leaving with social services," I said.

"But how?" she said.

I just raised my eyebrows.

She laughed and took my hand and we walked out.

We weren't halfway across the parking lot before a kid not much older than us jumped out with a knife. Well ain't this a great day.

"Give me your money!" he shouted. His voice even cracked.

"No," I said. "You're going to gently hand me the knife before I am forced to take it from you." Suddenly he pulled out a gun, too.

"That too, please," I said. He was clearly scared to death. I just held out my hand.

"I'll cut you!" he said, without much force.

"No you won't," I said. "You're going to hand me the gun and knife, then you're going to walk home with us and tell me the story."

"I can't. They're watching me," he hissed, barely above a whisper.

"You can," I said. "They can't hurt us."

"They'll fuck you up," he said. He was just standing there confused when two older boys stepped out.

"Cut her you fool," said the bigger one. Suddenly the two older boys turned to each other and pulled back their arms. They both threw a big punch and slumped to the ground. I took the boy's hand and Melody's with my other hand and we stepped over them and walked away.

"What da fuck just happened?" he said.

"They seem to have knocked each other out," I said. At least he was still walking with us.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"I ain't tellin' you nothin'," he said. I stopped and both of them did, too. I turned to him.

"My name is Cassie, and I will help you," I said. "What is your name?"

"Mad dog," he said, with pride.

"That's not a name. It is a dog we put down," I said.

"This isn't the way to the police station," said the kid. "Where are you taking me?"

Just then we heard a commotion and turned to the two older boys running towards us. Suddenly their feet went out from under them, and they slid across the parking lot on their faces.

That had to sting.

"Your brothers?" I asked. The kid nodded.

"Great," I said. "Just great. Get up boys. You're coming with us."

Suddenly they floated up and ended up standing up. Their faces had vicious scrapes. I started walking and they looked like robots walking behind us.

"Why are they walking funny? Why aren't they running?" said the kid.

"Because they want to come with us," I said.

"Are you a witch?" asked the kid.

"It is a fair question," said Melody. OK I laughed.

"Maybe," I said. It isn't a long walk, so we were soon there. As we arrived, Luke opened the door and looked out. Of course he knew I was home. It is not like we need phones to talk.

"Welcome, Melody. Welcome, Carnell. You too, Darnell and Shanice," said Luke. I turned. Sure enough. His sister not his brother.

"How do you know our names?" said Carnell.

"Because I'm a witch," said Luke. "Just like Cassie."

That's when Carnell tried to run, only to find himself floating a couple feet off the ground. He looked like the roadrunner.

"You look like the roadrunner," said Shanice.

Finally I could stop controlling them.

"I don't know what's going on, but it can't be any worse," said Shanice. "You invitin' us in?"

"Sure," said Luke.

"Seriously? You nuts," said Darnell. "What's to keep us from robbing you?" Suddenly Darnell started lightly slapping his own face. Left, right, left, right.

Then he danced. Badly.

What do you expect? Luke can't dance at all. He ducked inside and we all followed him in.

Nova was in the kitchen making eggs. We could smell the huge pile of bacon on a platter on the counter. Nova is also barely dressed, but at least she is dressed. Barely.

"Dig in," said Nova, pointing at the bacon. She started spooning the scrambled eggs onto plates and handing each of us a plate. I added bacon and toast and went to sit down. There were glasses and a jug of orange juice on the table.

The three new kids ate like they hadn't in days. Which I fear is true. Heck, Melody was just as hungry.

"OK," I said. "It's late and we're all tired. Nova will show you all to your rooms and we can chat at lunch. I need sleep since I'll be on duty again tomorrow night. Shit. I have to be back before 8. Well, you can sleep in."

"Come on," said Nova. "I'll show you to your rooms."

And she did. Me? A quick shower and bed, cuddled with my pooh bear.

I am so tired we didn't even fuck. Now, that's tired.

We always seem to rescue someone

But four in a night is unusual. This is Nova. In the morning it will be Nicolo. I have to get to work, too. Jeez, a freaking job at 11. You know, running a million kid school system. I'm taking them to their rooms. I know, you can't see me smile. Now you're worried about the risk, but honestly, we're not. It doesn't matter what they tried to do, it wouldn't work.

We know we can't save everyone. That doesn't slow us down from saving as many as we can.

My turn

Time to wake up our new friends. Oh, they may not know we're new friends. Nova had put Darnell and Carnell in one room, Shanice next door, and Melody at the end. I quietly opened each door and all four were sound asleep. This is Nicolo, but I think you figured that out.

I gave them another hour. At 1000, I checked again, and everyone was awake and put on their dirty clothes. Ugh. I started with Shanice.

"Good morning," I said. "You might not have checked the closet, but there are plenty of clothes. We're going to start off with a walk and maybe a little jog, so get dressed in the clothes in the top drawer and meet me downstairs in ten." She just stared at me, so I closed the door. I think it is about 50/50 that she'll come down. Half that that she's dressed in the clothes. I repeated the same thing to Darnell and Carnell and then Melody.

Carnell and Melody made it down in five. Just chattering away. They were acting like they had known each other for years.

Yeah, I think they are. Soulmates. There is a reason they got thrown into this together.

I admit, I saw surprised that Darnell and Shanice beat the ten-minute mark, dressed in the workout clothes.

"These clothes are shit," said Shanice. "I can't believe we have to wear this. We look like freaking white millennials. Except for that whole being Black thing."

"We kind of do," said Carnell. They're all dressed in athletic shorts, t-shirts, and Adidas.

"What's to keep us from running out that door and never coming back and selling the shoes?" said Shanice, still being a little stubborn.

"Absolutely nothing," I said. "Seriously. If you want to leave, the front door is right there. We're not asking you to move in forever, just until we can figure out something that works well for you. We don't even know your stories, other than no one seems to care that their preteen kids were gone for the night and that makes me sad. So, if you want to, go. Or make the good decision and stick around and let us help you. We're going to get you enrolled back in school first."

"Fuck school," said Shanice. "Hey, you're all from Dionysus. Doesn't that mean you should be fucking me?" Then she gave me a leer. Good grief.

"Sure," said Luke. "Strip and I'll bend you over the table right now. Given I'm a father at 9, I'm clearly experienced." To make his point, Luke pulled off his shirt.

Shanice stared. I stared. We all stared. Even the boys. Luke is 9. Luke is ripped. I mean seriously. You remember that picture of the little boy with abs that went around for a while?

Luke's abs are better. You could bounce a quarter off his abs. OK, you could bounce a car off his abs, but that's a different skill.

The funny thing is that Shanice had a combination of interest and fear.

"Put your shirt back on," I said. Just then Mark walked in with both babies. Mindy came in, too. Mindy and Cassie are going to help each other out to maximize sleep. They'd even been practicing. Mindy sat down on a chair and pulled the top of her romper down.

To a few gasps. None louder than Shanice. Now, that could be from sheer surprise or it could be from interest, but that was way out there in the future. Mark handed her Lucas first. That's the order that works best. He's impatient once the milk machine is uncovered. Mindy held him in position, and he latched right on. Mark put Lindy on her other arm, and she hit the target quickly. Mindy looked up and let the babies both nurse. It is surprisingly sexy, especially for the audience.

Lots of hard cocks in those exercise clothes. Some pretty freaking impressive cocks. Shanice couldn't take her eyes off Luke's cock. Well, not quite true. She kept looking back at mine, too.

Melody clearly wanted to strip Carnell. I'm pretty sure her desire included Darnell in their threesome.

Life is interesting. Trio? Quad? Nothing?

Stay tuned to this bat channel.

The two boys were both looking at their feet.

"Look at me boys," said Mindy. They both tentatively looked up. "Seriously, you can look. It doesn't embarrass me at all. The human body is beautiful in all shapes, sizes, and colors."

"So you'd let me fuck you," said Darnell.

"Not if that's how you asked," said Mindy. "Sex is love. You ask politely. You use the word please. You make sure there is shared interest and, most important, you always have verbal consent. They need to say yes."

"But this is just feeding babies," she said. "Which is the whole point of tits. Sure, it is pretty sexy to watch, and I assure you even sexier to enjoy, but it is the literal point of having breasts. Watching them eat is joyous. The way the human race works."

"But you wouldn't fuck me anyway," said Darnell. "Cause I'm black and you're lily white."

I think the fact that everyone in the room that didn't come here for the first time last night laughed confused them. No, not right. Melody and Carnell laughed, too. I just looked at Carnell. He eventually laughed.

"Dude," said Carnell. "They welcomed us into their home and then went to bed. We could have brought a moving van in and loaded it up. They trusted us."

Darnell was silent for a minute.

"Why did you do that?" said Darnell. "We made our little brother pull a gun on Cassie."

"Yeah," said Mindy. "But here's the thing. You didn't do it because you are future crime lords. You did it because you're desperate. I don't know your story, but once you were here, you weren't desperate anymore. You're also all smart enough to know that even if it doesn't last long, you're sleeping in a nice bed, eating good food, and getting to see my tits on a regular basis."

"Mine too," laughed Melody, who pulled down her romper and flashed them.

And left it down.

Oh boy. Way to escalate things there, Melody.

"Pull your top up, Melody," I said. She looked at me, just a little bit defiant, and then pulled it up.

"OK," said Melody. "I'm pregnant and horny. Maybe I'm being a little pushy, but every person in this group attracts me and we've all heard the stories."

"Teaching moment," I said. "You are horny, and it will get worse. Even more complicated, the more cum you swallow, the smarter your child will be and the earlier in the pregnancy it begins, the better. So yes, one way or another, you're getting cum and a lot of it. We're going to spend a few minutes explaining how it works and understanding your experience, limits, and interests, and then those that are interested are going to get naked and have some fun."

"But first we're going for a run," I said. Mindy handed both babies to Mark. Yeah, they're still out there on display, but Mindy is also still in her romper. Her running clothes were on the table, so she continued the lesson.

"Here's the next lesson," said Mindy. "You're going to see naked people. Lots and lots of naked people," she said, as she dropped the romper to the ground. "Nudity is meaningless to us. It's not always sexual. I'm just putting on my running clothes." she reached over and accidentally knocked her clothes onto the floor. Luke started to pick them up, then stopped and gave her a smile. Mindy turned away from them and bent all the way over to pick them up.

Which opened her right up, so they're all getting a wonderful pussy shot. She picked up her clothes and pulled on her shorts, bra, and shirt. Yeah, a sports bra to run is pretty important right now.

She turned around and they were all just standing there with their jaw on the floor.

"Did you like what you saw?" she asked, laughing.

"Yes!" shouted, well everyone. Even Shanice. Still interesting. There was a quiet pause, and my family all knew to shut the fuck up. And yes, the description of family includes Nova and even Mila, who just walked in and caught the show, along with Mindy.

It was Shanice that said it. I would have bet on Melody. She said it softly, but she said it.

"Another teaching moment," said Mila. OK then.

"You have some choices you can make here," said Mila. "We can all laugh off that you said jinx and move on with our day. You could kiss everyone on the cheek that you want to kiss. You could even go all in and pay it off Dionysus style. Entirely up to you."

"What is Dionysus style?" asked Carnell. Luke walked over to Mila and gave her an incredibly passionate kiss. He also slid has hand into her shorts and was clearly rubbing her clit. He didn't break the kiss until she rolled through quite an orgasm.

Back to the jaws on the floor. Then Luke upped the game. He walked over to me, and did basically the same thing, including his hand in my shorts, stroking my cock. Suddenly Luke broke the kiss and pulled down my shorts in the same motion that he dropped to his knees.

He didn't quite make it in time. I gave him one hell of a facial. He still hadn't put that shirt back on, so it is covering his chest, too.

And he wasn't done. I licked some off and kissed it to him. Then he stood in front of Mark and did the same thing.

Then he turned around.

"Anyone want a taste?" he said. Melody's hand simply shot up into the air. Shanice's slowly did, too. Then Carnell and Darnell looked at each other for a moment.

And both raised their hand.

Luke went to Carnell first and he licked a big swipe off, over Luke's nipple, where he lingered. Then he gave Luke one hell of a kiss. I mean a seriously passionate kiss. Darnel's expression went from shock, to acceptance, to hope, to lust. Luke moved to Shanice next, who licked off quite a bit and then showed her tongue to Melody.

Who smiled and nodded. I'm pretty sure they both need clean panties now. Particularly given Melody damn near sucked Shanice's tongue off to get that cum.

Everyone got their taste and Darnell was last. There was still a lot left.

"May I please have more than one taste?" he asked, so politely. "There is more than one person to whom I would like to kiss it."

"As much as you want, mostly because your grammar was flawless," laughed Luke.

"Hold up," said Carnell. "Teaching moment. Luke, what you just said was insulting and vaguely racist. Our situation sucks but it doesn't mean we're stupid. We were born into a poor family of color. That's not exactly a winning hand. But we like school. We worked hard in school."

"Wow," said Luke. "I sincerely apologize. He just used whom properly and I get it wrong more than right. It was intended as a compliment, not an insult, but this was a teaching moment. I will be more careful with my word choice. I'm sorry."

Carnell leaned over and licked up a little more and kissed Luke through another orgasm. Shanice and Darnell both saw it coming and did an unexpected thing. They both ripped off their shirts and got in front of him. Shanice had to pull off her sports bra quickly, too. Damn. Tall, thin, and uplifted C cups. Gorgeous.

Carnell kept kissing Luke while stroking his cock through the entire thing. He aimed it well, making sure that Shanice and Darnell were simply covered.

That's when they learned the concept of cleanup. Things got a little crazier at that point. OK, a lot crazier. I did suggest that all cum should end up in Melody's stomach, including squirts.

That request was accommodated. We never did make it out to run. This had all started before 0900. It didn't ended until 1330.

And then it was too hot to run. But damn we need lunch.

WTF?

This is Carnell and apparently writing this is an assignment for school. Our new schools. Our situation is complicated. We're on our own. Our parents are God knows where if they're even alive. We were living with our Grandma, but got evicted, and she got sick, and we don't even know if she is alive. We've been on the streets, but it fucking sucks.

Or I should say fucking sucked. For some reason, we're still living with Cassie. She is working on finding space and we'll move into the dorm at NYU. We said we liked learning and apparently we do, because we're not living at NYU as just a place to live, we're in the undergrad program.

I'm in computer science. Darnell is in pre-law. Shanice is in pre-med. Cassie is coaching her. I don't think anyone ever mentioned that I'm 10, Darnell is 11, and Shanice is 12.

We're fucking in college. I'll be damned. Somehow we also have a stipend and yes I freaking know the word stipend.

And let me tell you, the sex is stratospheric.

Oh and Grandma's fine. Cassie helped her move into a retirement community.

That Dionysus owns.

Grandma's gettin' some.

Ah Harald

Back to work already, with damn near no sleep. I have to meet Harald at my office and give him his assignments. I'd say it is less than 50-50 that he shows up. He has to know that an investigation of his sexual harassment is going to get him booted. I showed up right on time and darned if he wasn't there. To my surprise, he was also polite. I don't know whether it was Donnald that convinced him or just soul-searching. He asked if we could talk.

I'm always up for a talk. We went into my office and I led him over to the seating area. I'm an informal boss, being 13 and all. It is super weird that I have this role, given the shit that has happened in my life.

"It's because you're a wonderful person," thought Luke, to me. He senses me so well. Damn, I am one lucky girl.

I sat in a chair and waved Harald to the couch.

"I am not a good person," said Harald. "I can't even explain exactly why. I was raised by a shit mom and a barely there dad and my defense mechanism is being an asshole. I'm rude, inconsiderate, and treat women like shit. I'm likely about to lose my job, that I worked so hard for, and I deserve it. It took last night and your strength for me to even look at myself in that way and for that I thank you. I'll pack up my things and be on my way. I suspect a letter of recommendation is out of the question."

He barked out a half laugh and stood up.

"Sit down," I said, in my sternest mom voice. I only use it with Luke and usually when I'm wearing leather crotchless panties.

Those are fun times.

"Well, you're right that you're an asshole, but I am willing to give you a second chance," I said. "But here's the deal. You need to get the women of this hospital on your side. Your assignment is to talk to them. Tell them exactly what you told me. Apologize. Promise to do better and actually do better. You're on a short leash and every single woman in this hospital can ask me to fire you and I will. You might not make it. You have to convince them all."

He was thoughtful for a moment.

"That's more than I have a right to ask for," he said. "I'll start with you. I am truly sorry for my behavior. I should have been on time. I should have introduced myself. I should have been a leader not an asshole. But most important, I should have kept up on my reading. You saved that child's life and if you hadn't been there, no one would have. I am truly sorry."

I believe him, too. We'll see.

To the Bath House Bath man!

Who writes these titles? No seriously, who does? I love a good pun. The title isn't one, but I'm willing to reward them for trying. Then again, I'm mostly willing to reward someone for breathing.

Bob here.

I have a newfound fascination with bath houses. Sometimes they claim to be gyms. What they are is places that men can rent a tiny little room, with a bed, a TV playing gay porn, and potential partners. I wonder if any of the exercise equipment has ever been used.

Oh, I am sure there is plenty of exercising.

I found a place call The Clubs. They have eight clubs around the US. I decided to go to the Indianapolis club. No particular reason, other than I was curious about a gay club in the conservative Midwest. I'm also having dinner with Morgon.

These two events cannot be on the same day. Dinner with Morgon will continue late into the night and use me up.

Morgon is fun. It was a pretty damn big milestone when she turned 9. Smart, funny, powerful, sexy.

OK, I use those words a lot and I use them for a reason.

Tonight is Thursday, which my extensive research says is the hottest night at this kind of club. OK, a Google search, but you get the idea.

I parked in the lot, driving a nice Honda Accord. I didn't want to attract attention with my car. I walked to the door with my small gym bag that just held a change of clothes, some lube, and a variety of condoms. We're way past any kind of STD, even if we play in the wild, but the rest of the world is not, so the condoms help me fit in. It is stupid, because we have offered our tech world-wide, but there is pushback from the religious community.

Does that surprise you? Big Pharma started an entire whisper campaign that it would turn you bi. It backfired. That caused an even bigger clamoring for our tech. Yes tech. I'll come back to that.

Just as I got to the door, another guy did, too. We did that little you go first dance and I ended up going in first. I went to the desk to sign in and had a valid Florida license, so they're fine. No, of course it isn't in my name. Today I am Harvey. I have no idea why I am Harvey, but I have a collection of identities and I grabbed this one. Sometimes you need anonymity, and it is hard to find. Come on, that was funny.

"I admit this is a new experience to me, but I'm very excited," I said to the guy behind the counter. The guy that walked in with me snorted. I turned to him and he laughed.

"We can see your excitement," he said, pointedly looking at my clearly hard cock. Hey, I really am excited.

"I'll show him around," said my new friend. He stuck out his hand.

"I'm Harvey," he said. I laughed.

"Me too!" I said.

"Has anyone ever mentioned that you resemble King Bob?" said Harvey. I laughed.

"A couple times, but I think it is the lighting or something," I said. "I really don't see it."

He nodded and opened the door to go in when we heard the distinctive click of the door unlocking.

"I'll help you find your room," he said. "You can dump your stuff and I'll walk you around. What's your room number?" I looked at my key.

"12," I said.

"13 here," he said, and laughed. "He put us next door to each other. It must be fate." We got to the hall with the rooms, and I couldn't see a thing. It is dark. He took my hand and let me to my room. I used the key to open it.

"How did you find the room? It is so dark," I said.

"A little trick. When I get out of my car, I close my right eye. I don't open it until we get in this hall," he said. "That way, I have one eye that has adjusted."

"Brilliant," I laughed. He grabbed the remote and showed me how to select the various porn channels. All gay and, frankly, boring, compared to what I can see every day on our website. Even ours that are just amateur submissions have better production values. Plus, all these actors are at least 18. Blah. Nothing against a hot eighteen year old, but throw in a sexy 12 year old and it changes everything.

I know from experience. Pari is 12.

"Come on," he said. "Get undressed and I'll drop my stuff and we can go for the tour."

"Undressed? Completely?" I said. Yeah, I was getting naked, but I was a newcomer, right?

Harvey laughed.

"Bashful are we?" said Harvey. "Most men just wear a towel around. Some of us just carry the towel."

"OK," I said. I pulled off my shirt, to a moan from Harvey.

"Thanks for the compliment," I said, smiling.

"Just wait until you drop those shorts," he said. So I did. With my best shimmy.

"Oh God," he said. "Would you fuck me?"

"Sure," I said. "But let's do the tour. Can we fuck in a public place rather than the room? It's more fun with an audience. Others might join in, too."

"You're fun, aren't you Harvey?" he said.

"I am. And you still have clothes on," I said. And then he didn't.

Holy shit. Harvey's hot. Yes, yes, I moaned, to his laughter.

"Is there interest in the other direction?" said Harvey. "I'd love to fuck you."

"Sure," I said. "Here or in public?"

"Well, maybe a little bit of both," he said. "I have more than one in me, you know."

I answered by climbing on the little bed and getting on my knees.

"Do you mind rolling on your back? Are you OK with kissing?" he asked. I answered by rolling over, scooting to the edge and lifting my legs in the air. Harvey already had a condom on and lube in his hand.

"You know the door is open," I said. He smiled.

"Surprise viewers is kind of turn on," he said. "A little public, but not a lot public." He hadn't noticed the guy that was just outside the door watching. I couldn't see much more than an outline. A bigger guy was all I knew. Bigger guys are good, too. I like cock, what can I say.

He was gentle, but finally was in and was slowly pounding in and out. Forceful, but not too fast. He wanted to last. The guy outside had come a little closer and was leaning on the door frame. Tall and overweight, he was holding his cock and jacking off. More power to him. He was only using two fingers, because he had about a 2-inch (5 cm) cock.

"Do you mind if I blow the audience?" I asked, quietly. He turned and looked at the guy and back at me. Harvey raised his eyebrows.

"Sure," said Harvey, clearly a little surprised that I wanted to.

I waved the guy to come in and pointed at my mouth. He actually looked behind him to see who I was pointing at. I pointed at him again and we walked in.

"Me?" he said. "You want to suck me?" I smiled and nodded. He walked over and got on the bed and we finally found a position that worked. I licked and sucked, and he pumped a little. I stopped for a second.

"Cum on me," I said. "I think it is hot."

Well, that was a trigger, because a few more sucks and he pulled out and started cumming. And cumming.

And cumming. I'm covered with cum. I dipped my finger in and tasted it, to moans from Harvey and my new friend. It was too much for Harvey and he pulled out and added his cum. His first shots were a little more powerful, and I got a facial. I was quick to open my mouth.

I do love cum.

I was impressed. My new friend dropped down and started licking up the cum. Both his and Harvey's.

"Kiss it to me," I said. He looked up, with a cum covered tongue, and I waved him in. Damn that was a kiss.

"Dude, that was an amazing kiss," I said. I looked at Harvey, without saying anything. He got my point and smiled.

"Can I get a kiss, too?" asked Harvey. And he did. We both did, until I was nice and clean.

"Do you want to fuck me, too?" I asked.

"Oh come on," he said. "No one wants me to fuck them. Ever." He said that with some power. Oh. A virgin.

"If you're interested, that was a pretty direct invitation," I said. He smiled and got into position and slipped in. He went just past the entrance and had no more to give. He stopped to enjoy it and then started pumping in and out.

Top 10. Maybe Top 5. He was rubbing just the right places, even if he wasn't hammering my prostate.

"This is incredible," I said. "Top 5, easily. You're hitting all the right places." He actually stopped and looked at me and kept going. He was getting close, and freaking filled me up. That's when we both realized he hadn't worn a condom.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "I got caught up in the moment."

"Then you'd better suck it all out," I said. Which he did. Very well. I finally sat up.

"Did you say Top 5?" asked Harvey, and I smiled and nodded really hard. Harvey got on the bed, on his knees.

"Want another round?" asked Harvey. Our new friend just waited.

"He meant you," I said.

"Me?" he squeaked. "Are you both into chubby guys?"

"I'm into cock," I said. "I like it. Big cock. Little cock. Every cock. And you have skills."

He slid into Harvey, who damn near bucked off the bed. I got on my knees beside the bed and stuck my head under Harvey and sucked on his cock. I think it was the deep throat that set him off and I pulled off and took the facial. That's when our new friend pulled out and added his cum to my face.

This time they both cleaned me up.

"Could I have your number?" asked Harvey. I realized it first.

He wasn't asking me.

"Oh now come on," he said. The new guy.

"I'm Harvey," said Harvey. "I'd like to see your outside of the club." The new guy actually sat on the bed, surprised. Now, he sat in the wet spot, but still.

"He's in the room and you want my number," he said, clearly startled.

"Yes," said Harvey. "That was a Top 3, or even Top 2, fuck for me and you don't know how sweet you are. So yes, may I please have your number."

They exchanged numbers and found out he is Harry.

"Two Harveys and a Harry," said Harvey, laughing. "Come on Harvey 2, let's go on the tour. Come on Harry. Join us."

Harry is still confused about his inclusion.

The rest of the night was fun, too, but now I knew why I was here.

Harvey and Harry wouldn't have met each other without me.

I knew it!

After my first encounter in the bath house in Indianapolis, I set an alert. Our alerts are better than your alerts. The alert went off when Harvey and Harry filed for a marriage license. See? County records are within my alerts. Hell, if the CIA had reported on the nuptials, I would have gotten that alert, too.

If I can't do it, Rylee can. Colby can always get in. It is his specialty. He finds it energizing. How do I know? Because sometimes he's sitting there at his laptop with his evil grin just pounding those keys. I think he practices the grin. It's improved. As far as energizing, he's naked, which can't be surprising, but he is hard. Rock hard. Energizing.

So back to the alert. I did a little digging. They were getting married at the local courthouse by a judge. That works out nicely because courthouses are public. If you're quiet and polite, you can even sneak in and sit in the back of the courtroom and watch.

I am so there. I couldn't decide whether to go alone or bring someone or what. Finally I talked it over with Pari and Amy. That's what you do, right? Talk it over with both the women in your life.

My life is pretty damn great.

"You could play it in a number of ways," said Pari. "Just happen to have seen them and you're still Harvey. That's boring though. You could go by yourself and out yourself and give them a big wedding present. I like wedding presents, so my solution would always involve something over the top, because we can."

"Or," said Amy. "You could bring one or both of us and we could sit with you. When they see you, it would out you unless they live under a rock. When is the wedding?"

"Saturday at noon," I said.

"I can't go," said Amy. "I promised to go to visit Caralyn and go to the water park with Jessica and Bill. Pari, can you go?"

"Yeah, if I give up the waterpark," she said, in the poutiest voice. For some reason, we all thought that was funny. Literally no one else would. We're soulmates.

"I know why you think it is funny," said Pari, to both of us. "I think it is funny because that wasn't a fake voice. It just came out." That led to more gales of laughter.

That thought sent us on a bit of a tangent and we lost two hours and discovered yet another thing you can do with a kitchen utensil. Soup ladles are going to take off.

"I'll go to the wedding," said Pari, while we were lying in bed trying to catch our breath. Hey, our sex is fun and aerobic.

"If you want me to," said Pari. "I'm fine either way. My consolation price is a weekend with Amy, Bill, and Jessica. But seriously. I like weddings. If you want to send a message easily, I'll go."

"What do you think?" I said.

"I think you like these guys and just being Harvey is silly," said Pari. "The transition is simpler if I'm sitting there. Plus, I get a weekend with you, Morgon, Shelby, and more. Jiera and Lukas are in Indy right now, too."

The fact that we all moaned was, well, normal.

Which is how I headed off to Indianapolis, dressed in a lawyer suit, with Pari, who is in simple white dress from Zara. It has embroidery and is gorgeous on her. I simply love that it is a $40 dress. A lot, for a kid's dress, but not a lot. Hell, she could be wearing custom Timmy.

"I could," said Pari. "But it sends the wrong message."

That it does.

The wedding is scheduled for a break from hearing civil cases, so a little fluid. We just found a spot in the back and listened. Some were just hilarious. One neighbor was suing another because a soccer ball occasionally blew over the fence. A woman was suing a local store because they overcharged her 11 cents. She's suing for $100 million. That one was over fast. Today is evidently stupid case day. Finally it was their time. They do it during a break, so most people leave. We waited until they were upfront and moved to the front row. We weren't going to bother them.

"There is no one here for them," thought Pari. "I hope we're not imposing."

"We're supposed to be here," I thought. Pari just nodded.

The actual ceremony was fairly short, but sweet. They'd written their own vows and they were clearly from the heart. The judge pronounced them married and they gave each other a kiss. Not our kind of a kiss, but a married in the courtroom kiss. Harvey took Harry's hand and they turned around.

And saw us. I did not expect the reaction. Harvey is stunned.

Harry is crying. Just bawling. We stood up and into the aisle and Harry ran over and hugged me. A big bear hug.

He finally broke the hug. Just then we heard the judge clear his throat. Got it. We headed out and stood in the hall.

"I owe you my life," said Harry.

"Huh?" said Pari and me. She whispered it under her breath and Harry laughed. He got a quizzical look, but it passed.

"I was lost," said Harry. "I was fat, lonely, and have a small cock. Oh, sorry."

"I like cocks of all sizes," said Pari, with a smile. A gentle smile. It got a wan smile back from Harry.

"What you don't know is that I went there intent on suicide. I was just done with life. It was my test for myself. If everyone ignored me like they always have, I was going home and swallowing a big bottle of pills. I'm fat. It was a big bottle," he said. "But that's not what happened. You invited me into the room. Oh God, I shouldn't tell the story in front of your daughter. Although she did comment on her love of cock."

"Let's back up a bit and then you can finish your story," said Pari. "His name isn't Harvey. It is Bob. My name is Pari."

Well that's a look we get a lot. I just shrugged.

"Why the hell were you in a gay bath house in Indianapolis?" asked Harvey. He pointedly looked at Pari, who laughed.

"Hell, I'd go if I could," said Pari. Harvey and Harry both moaned, clearly surprising each other and themselves.

"Oh you boys need to talk," said Pari. "Thrilled you love each other, but you're not talking enough."

"Actually," said Harvey. "We talk about everything. It isn't that we didn't discuss it. It is that it surprised us both."

That got them both a big smile. But not too much. Enough to make their eyebrows shoot up. Figuring it was time to bring it back, I jumped in.

"So where are you honeymooning?" I asked, and they both laughed.

"Harvey's apartment," said Harry. "Or I guess our apartment. We have two weeks off. We couldn't afford to go anywhere."

"Dream vacation, go," said Pari.

"Bora Bora," they both said, and Harry laughed and said it. Now that was a kiss. By the time I looked at her, Pari had it all arranged.

"OK then," I said. "Let's go."

"What do you mean, let's go?" said Harry.

"As in, you have an all-expense paid vacation to Bora Bora, in a room over the water, and a tab that will cover absolutely anything you want," said Pari. "It's our gift."

"But how would we even get there?" asked Harry.

"We're going to drop you off," said Pari. "It's a fifteen-minute flight, unless you want to go into space first, then an hour or so."

"Space?" squeaked them both.

I'll let them tell the story if they want. Pari did get to see both their cocks, but oddly, just see them. When they fucked each other. They're still reluctant with Pari.

Which is surprising, given they eagerly watched me fuck her.

Repeatedly.

Meeting at the mall

I feel like a secret agent. Technically, given I am on a Zeta team, I am a secret agent. This just didn't involve spy shit, exactly. I'm going to try to talk to Jedd and Nela. Jedd is Harvey's 13-year-old son. Nela is Harvey's 10-year-old daughter. Their mom is Leesa. What's with the weird names? My team figured out that on Saturday nights, his ex-wife drops them at the Circle Centre mall. The downtown mall in Indianapolis. Which I own. The odds are that people that work at the mall might recognize me, but everyone knows not to out a royal.

I just fucking referred to myself as a royal. I'm a little Iranian chick that should be living in a shit house in a shit town in Iran.

Or...

I could fly a space plane and be in a relationship with the King and Queen of the most powerful nation in the world.

Fucking nuts, that's what it is. Says the girl that just landed at her house on the reservoir in her S-88. I did arrive early, to spend a little time with my neighbor that shall not be named. Still just casual, but we really do like each other. Hey, if you're going to be in a polygamous royal relationship, you want it to be with people that like that you fuck damn near anyone because they do, too.

Shit house. I could live in a shit house. Then again, not that many people in Iran live in a shit house anymore, now that sanctions are over, and it has returned to being a secular country. Hell, I can wear a romper in Tehran.

And I do. I know Bob and Amy have been to Tehran, but they haven't experienced it as a local. We're going. If Bob can get time off work.

Yeah, I'm telling that one to Bob.

My afternoon was amazing, but we don't go into details. I am late though, so I am heading to the mall squish, squish. Someone will clean it out when I get home. Wherever I decide home is tonight.

I grabbed my normal car. All our houses have one now. We can't exactly be discrete when we drive up in a Lamborghini, especially if it is a vintage Miura.

Tonight I am driving a Honda CRV. In gray. I am not sure I could be blander. I am wearing a cute little dress, with a jeans jacket over it. I got to the mall and parked in a reserved space near the door. I was getting out when a woman approached me.

"You can't park there, it is reserved," she shouted. I am willing to bet money her name is Karen. I tried to ignore her, but that just made her get closer and louder.

"You can't park there," she shouted, spitting in my face.

"I have the permission of the mall owner," I said, trying to make her go away. I saw her husband in the background, looking all embarrassed and shit. I'd be willing to bet this is common.

Then she did the unthinkable. She grabbed my arm. Do not grab my arm. For one, we have really good security and great camera coverage, so she was about a minute from being surrounded by mall security.

But I am pissed. Don't fucking touch me without permission.

"Please remove your hand," I said, through gritted teeth. She just sneered at me.

"You're just a trashy little girl," she said. "You probably stole your parent's car. You don't even look old enough to drive."

Luckily for all involved, security showed up. Pissed Pari does not always make good decisions.

The woman guard turned to me.

"What happened?" she said, directly to me. Oh Karen wasn't having that.

"Why are you talking to her?" she said, in a screech. "She's the one parked illegally!"

The guards both looked at me and I nodded. I didn't give a shit if this woman knows who I am. She's not going into this mall.

Ever.

"Ma'am," said the woman guard, still taking the lead. I like that. "This woman has done nothing wrong. You are harassing her for no reason. It is not your place. You need to leave the property."

"Me!" she screamed. "Why should I leave? She's parked illegally!"

"Ma'am," said the guy guard. "She is parked quite legally. Although it is rare for her to arrive by car. She usually lands her space plane on the roof of the parking garage."

Oh her husband figured it out. Shock, followed by understanding, followed by doubled over laughing. He caught my eye and I winked, and it just made him laugh more. Big deep belly laughs. He couldn't stop. Finally he choked it back to an occasional giggle.

"What the fuck are you laughing about?" asked Karen, of her husband.

"Because you just got us banned from your favorite mall," he said to his wife.

"Oh no," I said. "You're not banned." I pointed at him.

"She is banned," I said, pointing to her. That got another laugh.

That's when she came after me. Physically. This woman has problems. She took a swing, and I caught it and pushed her down to her knees. It hurts. I wasn't going to cause damage, but don't swing at me. The guards got her in cuffs.

That's when the police arrived. We work with them closely, and this is appropriate. They walked over and I got a smile from them both. The male cop, Diogo, gave me a fist bump and the female cop, Maven, gave me a smile. I already know Diogo and Maven. Another story to tell. Did I mention that Diogo is a studly Hispanic man and that Maven is a sexy Black woman?

Trust me, their uniforms look even better off than on.

The guards walked through what happened with the cops, and then Maven turned to me.

"Do you want to prosecute, and if so, your courts or ours?" asked Maven. That was the moment that Karen, whose name turned out to actually be Karen, muttered "aw shit" under her breath.

"You figured out who I am?" I said, and she nodded.

"You take her," I said.

Just a little diversion. Her husband let her stew overnight in a cell. We made sure she didn't know it was him.

Still banned her.

Back to the story. Finally we were done, and I headed towards the mall. Up ahead I saw a car pull up and drop a couple kids off. How handy is that. Jedd and Nela. I followed them in and just lightly followed them. It is almost impossible to do a tail with just one person but seeing the same person multiple times at the mall isn't that unusual. They really just wandered around, not even going into stores. They sat for a bit, so I shopped nearby and could watch them from the store window. I bought a cute little blouse, so now I have a shopping bag, which is good. I did see a couple glances from Nela, so I knew I needed to change things up. I want to talk to them but scope out the situation well. I walked up to a group of girls that included a girl about my size wearing a baseball cap.

"I'll trade you my jacket for your hat," I said. It would be a bigger change than you think.

"Let me try it on," she said, and I took it off and handed it to her.

"This is the softest material I've ever felt," she said. She laughed and handed me her hat, which I put on. I didn't think I'd mention that much of the material was sourced from Nibiru.

Then I changed my dress into shorts and a T-shirt. Now you're picturing me stripping in the mall. Uh uh. Our fabric. The girls just stared at me, but the girl with the jacket figured it out. She shrugged off the jacket and looked at the tag.

"I can't make this trade," she said, showing her friends the Timmy label.

"Sure you can," I said. "I'll just get another." I reached into my bag, where I had my small purse, and handed them each a mall gift card.

"Thanks for being good customers," I said, giving them a smile and walked away. It will take them awhile to figure out they're for $2,500. Each. That's when they'll finally figure out who I am. Just then one of my favorite people in the world walked up.

My brother Denne. I yelped a bit and gave him a hug. Calling attention to yourself is actually helpful in a loose tail. They instantly assume you are not following them. That gave me an idea and I took the direct approach. Denne will roll with it. I walked right up to them.

"Hi," I said. "Did your parents dump you at the mall, too?"

The girl laughed.

"Every weekend," she said. "Our home away from home."

"We're going to grab some dinner," I said. "Want to join us? Mom gave us a little extra tonight, so our treat."

Jedd snorted.

He snorted.

Oh we waited. You know we waited.

"Your mistake was Denne," said Jedd. "Alone, I wasn't sure. I thought so, but it was possible it wasn't you, although unlikely. Once he showed up..."

Nela was still confused. If the light bulb thing was real, we just saw it go on.

When she moaned. Well that's encouraging.

"Well sure, we'll let you treat, but come on, you're not offering St. Elmo's" said Nela. Yeah, she knew.

"St. Elmo's it is," said Denne. He turned and headed in that direction. Oh I followed. He's got a cute little ass, even if it is in nice pants. Nela and Jedd dropped in beside me.

"You would have done better with someone else. Dad told me you were at his wedding. He was pretty excited about it," said Jedd. This time Nela snorted.

We waited her out. Even Jedd.

"Dad's a little confused," said Nela, laughing. "He fought it so hard, as evidenced by not one child, but two. Then he finally was himself and it all blew up. Mom's keeping us away from him." Then she laughed.

"And he wants you so bad," she added, with a smirk.

Well that could happen.

"He really does," said Jedd. "He's really conflicted now. It's not even that you're a woman. Now he's stuck on your age."

"Yeah, that happens," I said. "Not as much anymore. Never in our world, of course."

"Being in a relationship with the King and Queen kind of implies that, now doesn't it?" said Nela. I like this girl. We got to the restaurant and went in and were immediately seated in a nice booth.

"How the heck did we jump the line?" said Jedd. Just then the wheeled up a cart with a selection of wines and IPAs. Denne laughed.

"I've got you covered sis," he said, smiling. "Bob dropped me off. I'll fly your plane." Ya gotta have your designated pilot, right?

"Your plane," said Nela.

"It's on the top of the parking garage," said Denne. "I moved it over." They both looked a little shocked.

"Probably an S-88, right?" said Jedd, with a smirk.

I just nodded. This can be a bit overwhelming.

We had a fabulous dinner, starting with their famous shrimp cocktails. They have a serious kick and are wonderful. I had a Cigar City Guayabera Citra Pale Ale. I laugh because they're based in Tampa. Yeah, own'em. Not many that we don't. We cracked a few more of my favorites, but only as a tasting. I didn't think getting them drunk was a great idea. Denne abstained completely.

That's my bro.

"So did Dad ask you to stalk us or was that entirely on your own?" asked Nela. Busted.

"Your dad doesn't know we're here, but he is worried about you," I said. "He's tried contacting you, but you're not responding."

"Mom took our phones and blocked him," said Jedd. "We haven't figured out how to unblock him."

That's when Denne's eyes brightened. He had a backpack with him, and I knew there was a reason. He pulled out two phones and handed one to each of them. They're freaking amazing. He showed them how to unfold them all the way to a tablet. They're damn cool.

We finished up and headed back into the mall. I led us straight to the cookie and ice cream place. Actual Toll House cookies. Come on.

We each got a big fresh cookie and chatted some more. Still warm out of the oven.

If only we were at home, we'd find more interesting things to do with these cookies. It was finally time for the mall to close, so we headed out to where their mom would pick them up and chatted with them while they waited.

And waited. And waited. They tried calling and there was no answer. They were starting to get worried.

"Text her that you found a way home," I said. Well, they did. We walked back to the door, which was locked, but I unlocked it with my watch.

"You can unlock the mall," said Nela.

"I own the mall," I said. Well, I do. It is a Simon Mall. Not much point in a downtown school though and this mall actually makes money. We went up the elevator and I unlocked the door for the roof. We walked out and there was my S-88.

"You're flying us home," said Jedd.

"Kind of the only thing we have with us dude," said Denne. "OK, that's not true, given there is a nice SUV in the plane, but no point in not just taking the plane."

My CRV had already flown itself home.

We got on board and Denne and Nela got into the pilot and co-pilot's seats. Jedd and I sat behind them. I have the open plan, so no actual cockpit. We lifted up and landed in their driveway pretty quickly. The house was completely dark.

And empty. I don't mean their mom was not home. The house was completely empty. No furniture. No clothes.

Nothing.

"Well, that explains it," said Denne. He reached into his backpack and handed me two passports. Dionysus passports. One for Jedd and one for Nela.

I handed them to the kids.

"You just happened to have passports for us, making us dual citizens and legal adults," said Nela. She'd clearly read the entire first page of her passport.

"Not exactly," said Denne. "Jessica gave those to me and told me to bring them with me the next time I went to Indianapolis. So I did."

"When did she give them to you?" asked Nela. Denne thought about it.

"A good six or seven months ago," said Denne.

Before Bob met Harry. And that still makes sense.

Now, we have to fix this. It is what we do.

I called Harvey.

"Hi, Harvey," I said. "I have odd news and great news."

He asked for the odd news first.

"OK," I said. "I'm at your ex-wife's house with your kids. The house is empty, and the utilities are even shut off. Your kids were abandoned at the mall. They're safe."

Harvey is screaming right now. In a good way.

He figured out the great news.

Did I mention that Harry and Harvey's new place is a consulate? On the reservoir?

You had to already know that.

Harry is a schoolteacher. His new job pays him much better. Harry is also revered in the wrestling room, much to his surprise. His oral skills are extraordinary. Still only boys though. Same with his fucking. Perfect for the younger boys.

He's a bit of an adult whisperer, too.

Harvey is more interesting. Harvey is an attorney. He was a quite successful attorney.

Then he game out as bisexual.

A successful White attorney in Indianapolis doesn't always fare well with their clientele when they come out as bi.

He had no customers.

Now he works for Morgon as the Midwest Chief Counsel for the school district. His office is in Harry's school.

Doesn't that work out nicely.

Harvey is not limited to the boys.

They'll both get there with me. It is simmering. They've already crossed the age threshold.

In time.

We got to their house pretty quickly, having an S-88 and all and went into the living room. The kids were so excited to finally meet Harry. The chemistry of them as a family was palpable.

"OK, listen up," I said to all four of them. Denne knew exactly where I'd take this.

"We're going to figure out what happened to your mom. We'll get a signed release giving up custody to Harvey," I said. "But here's the deal. Until we do, you can't touch each other. OK, Harvey and Harry can touch each other. Nothing between generations and Nelle and Jedd, you have to stop fucking."

Nela started to say something but then just nodded.

The good news is it only took us 24 hours. She'd run off with her guru.

Yes, guru. He'd abandoned her at a truck stop in Illinois after draining her bank accounts of everything she had.

She's in counseling now. We'll take care of her. It is what we do. And yes, she signed over custody to Harvey. After a few counseling sessions, she even met Harry.

They haven't quite figured out that they're a trio yet.

They will.

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