Chapter 45 - The Call - Too many grapes

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Too many grapes

Amy and I sat and listened while the experts had a spirited conversation about what to do. We were close to harvest time. Weeks away. My math was just playing. I'll defer to the experts.

"We can't possibly harvest it all. We can't even touch it. We need to do the best we can. The crops have gone decades without harvest and are amazing," said Antonio. "My thinking is we absolutely buy out every source for everything we need. Every harvester. Everything we need to build the world's largest winery in the hanger," said Antonio. "We have the BFP and can use the 475 too. We need crews and lots of them. There is so much money involved, it is worth it, even if we're just positioning for next year. We'll build a huge winery on the island by next year."

OK, OK, this is all off-topic. I will share that the entire global team did an amazing job, through superhuman effort. We brought in a team of almost 600 people to help in the harvest, flying them in every day from Tenerife on two leased 747s. The word would get out, but the people that were doing the key roles were solid. In the end, they produced millions of cases of the most amazing wine you've ever tasted. A small dent in the 800 million case market, but also a small dent in our capability. Antonio trickled it out through the free wine program, and set stupid prices from $8-10K per bottle. Our warehouse on the island, in other words the hanger, was packed to the gills.

He created a new sub-brand, playing on the fact that they were grown on their 'natural root stock', and 'pre-blight' grapes. DNA testing was provided to prove it. The wine world was shocked, and it didn't take long for it to all unravel, given, you know, we'd bought Vino. Islands named after wine.

It all worked out though. Even with the stupid costs we incurred, there was almost $50B. In profit. One of our advertising efforts was focused on the fact that we would donate a quarter of the profits to charity, through the Hayden foundation. Yes, we donated $12.5B to Hayden that year. If all goes well next year, it will easily be much, much more.

We were going to fix shit. I'm going to hand the pen to Chris. It's her money now. She took the foundation back over from Amy, once the midterms were over.

Chris fixes the world

We were giving $12.5B to each of these four organization. Our entire wine profit this year, but we had so much in the fund that it was OK, particularly given the profits we anticipate for next year. It was a little overwhelming to them. For example, Action against Hunger had a 2020 goal of €500M. $12.5 is almost €11B. A bit of an overreach of their goal.

These are the four charities. We provided an additional $1B for coordination of their activities.

It will take more than a year, but the goal is the complete eradication of hunger and the provision of clean water -- world-wide.

That took $50B. We overshot $12.5B, but we had plenty. Next year we will likely have close to $100B to spend. The big question is how?

Well shit

She gave me the bare minimum of details, but told me to have Kasen arm the Harriers and F/A-18s and to have Jase arm the F-16s. She had been approached by Interpol that there was credible information on an attack on our nation, but they didn't know much more. They suggested that we needed to up our air and sea patrols and ensure that our land-based military was well trained and ready.

Which would have been outstanding suggestions if we had any of those things. I created a country for fun, not war, but we're rich and they know it. Hell, they might take over a nice day care, but that's about it.

The warning said that Dionysus was the primary target, so Leslie immediately established a schedule of air patrols. She sent Luca in the HPlane with Elena, Ruby, and Gabe to ferry a Harrier and two F/A-18 planes to here. Gabe is 13 now, Luca is 15, Ruby is 11, and Elena is 11 too, and all are capable pilots. Yes, we sent 11-year-olds to get an armed attack plane. The good news is that Leslie had trained them all in all of them, for fun, not to fight anyone. But they were ready. We warned the EU that they'd be flying supersonic up the Mediterranean and the fact that we got quick approval made us even more nervous.

Leslie was on patrol in one of the F-16s. Good thing she knows how to blow shit up. Fuck. I haven't been this nervous since Chris' congressional testimony. I've got to do something. I'm going on patrol with Jenny in our gunboat. Yeah, I know how to blow shit up too. I can keep writing though.

I heard an overflight and looked up. Yeah, the kids are back with more fighters.

Not long after all the other planes arrived. It was time for the meeting. Leslie refused to land until we had someone else in the air. Diego volunteered, as he was an ex-Navy pilot of F/A-18s. That's awesome. One actual trained person. Tom also volunteered to take up an F-16, as he'd at least been trained. We had the rest of the group fly over to the HMS Kristine Hayden. Yes, we'd named our one and only gunboat after Chris' mom. We'd meet while on patrol. We did have an automated system that broadcast to all planes and boats that encroached on our 12-mile limit. That came with the island. We got texts when someone did too. It didn't happen often. For now, Jenny set it up that sirens would go off if anyone encroached.

Shit. Someone just did. Just then one of our F-16s blew by us, no more than 200 feet in the air.

"I'm on it," said Leslie. "Shit, shit, shit. It is a small gunboat. Coming fast. With a bunch of people holding large rifles on the deck. This is an actual fucking attack. What should I do?"

"Strafe the water in front of them and see what happens," I said. "Stay safe. Don't let them shoot at you."

"OK. Wait one," she said. We heard gun fire in the distance and then a really loud explosion. We could see a lot of smoke.

"I'm here. Sorry. They have fucking shoulder fired RPGs and they popped one off. I'm at altitude now, so they can't do anything, but this is a big fucking deal. I've got my cameras running, so we'll be able to show what happened," said Leslie. "I think I need to take them out. Requesting approval for live fire."

"Live fire approved," I said, in a formal voice. I knew this was being recorded. Fuck. Suddenly Leslie blew by us, low, and waggled her wings. We saw a missile launch from her wing. We saw an explosion on the horizon and moments later, Leslie flew back the other way.

"Target destroyed. Recommend search for survivors. Could be armed and dangerous," said Leslie. Shit. We had to go fucking rescue them. Jenny sent us down to the armory. Jess stood armed, with bulletproof vests, and would stay with us. Morgan flew Jase, Kasen, Blake, and Alison, all armed, all with vests, to get the fast 52 to be the rescue boat. We headed towards the wreck, but they blew by us.

When we finally caught up, there was just an oil slick in the water. We could see they had five men tied up on the deck and Jase and Jess were standing over them with guns. What the fuck do we do now? We don't have a damn jail. Just shoot'em? We don't belong to anything. We make up our own laws. It was pretty fucking tempting just throw them over the side and sail away. They shot at fucking Leslie!

First we had to make this public. Jase and Kasen trucked them to the hanger, where, surprisingly, we did have a small jail. They put together a schedule to guard and feed them, for now. I admit, I am completely against the death penalty, but I think in my mind there might be a Leslie exception.

I went back to house and edited together the video from Leslie's wing cam, our cameras showing them after rescue, and Jess' shots of them being rescued. Good on them. Oh, I included the launch of their missile, with a timeline. I edited in the audio of my approving live fire and then the shot she took. If it was a fucking movie, it would have been cool.

I called up Wolf, at CNN, and gave him an interview and forwarded the video. They played it, behind my interview. I shared how shocked we were to have experienced this, as a fun-loving, peaceful nation, but applauded our dedicated and well-trained military for countering the threat. I declined to name the pilot of the F-16, just saying it was one of our most experienced military officers. Given we didn't have a fucking military, it wasn't exactly a lie. I wasn't going to tell them that Leslie was flying the F-16, although I am sure some people suspected. She's Leslie, after all.

Public outcry was huge. Kyrsten called and offered that since we were US citizens, they were willing to take the prisoners and try them under US law. Well that's handy. She also suggested we really did need, in her words, a 'fucking military'. Well, yeah. I'd already put Jackson on recruiting. Yes, Jackson. If we were recruiting for a military, we were recruiting people that fit into the Dionysus lifestyle. They were not going to live on a fucking base, they were going to have houses, and live with us. They're just going to be in the military too.

That night, we let out our pent-up fears in the way we did it best. You know. Yeah, we still had air patrols and more, but they rotated so they could, um, un-pent up with us. We did hold a town hall as this had moved so fast, that some people learned on CNN. Our bad. We assured them that we would be building a security force and if they knew anyone with experience they would recommend, to let us know.

Tired and sore

The next day arrived and I was tired and sore. Yeah, that much, um, activity. I woke up in the bed with Aaron and Gibor. I don't know why, or remember when, but it was a bit of a blur.

After breakfast, I got our military command together, led by our Ministry of Defense. Yes, Leslie and yes she was going to damn well keep that title. Before we all sat down, I did take her to the side and tell her that she was going to go to counseling. She fought, but not hard, and had her first appointment later in the day.

Oh yeah, our military command. Such as it was. Leslie, Tom, Jess, Blake, Alison, and me. You'll notice Amy wasn't with us. That was her choice and we respected it. It wasn't that our other family members with military experience were not valued, but these were the four that we've known the longest and we trusted the most.

They were also the most likely to understand that yes, Leslie is the Minister of Defense and, yes, she was fucking in charge. I'll pass the pen. Well, she did demand it.

They fucking shot a missile

Our little group met and the first thing we realized is that we were wildly over our heads. It's not that our team wasn't a group of smart people that were ex-officers, but this was setting up an entire defense force. We were not going to call it a military. It was a defense force. So, Orlando had gone to get Jackson and Jamie, and they were here with us now. We needed the network. Jamie didn't mind coming, as he brought the entire family. Oh, that was going to be fun. I can't remember the last time we saw, and enjoyed, Tyler. I remember at one point we thought he might end up with Morgan.

"So why don't you just outsource the military to a larger country," said Jamie. "Lots of smaller countries do it."

"Well," I said. "Just a few minutes ago, you fucked my brains out. I'm 13. Do you really want another country's military around?"

"Which is why you and Jackson are here. We need to recruit some key leaders to build a defense for that CAN be part of our community," I said. "So let's have those ideas."

"Well, it seems like there are some key positions to fill," said Jackson. "I'm no military dude, but these seem like common sense. You need a big boss, you need someone to run training, and you need someone that knows something about airplanes, boats, and ground shit. Probably three people. Or maybe an ex-Marine."

"Well, I have the right person, I think, to lead the military," said Jamie. Really. That quick? We all just looked at him and waited him out.

"Heather," said Jamie. "You can't tell me you haven't played with her. She's a freak!" Wait, what?

"Yeah, I'll bet she did. She must not have ever met Ruby, or she couldn't have held back," said Jamie.

"Get her here. Fast. She needs to sit in on these discussions. Would she do it?" I asked.

"Are you kidding? Running the military, excuse me, defense force for the rich island nation where fucking kids is the norm?" said Jamie. "Pretty sure she'd swim if she had to. It could be positioned beautifully. She retires with full benefits to help a new nation, conceived in liberty. Well, you get the idea."

"Hi, it's Leslie. Do you have a minute?" I asked. She said she did. "I assume you've seen what happened here yesterday? Yeah, that was me." She'd figured out I was the pilot.

"Well, a mutual friend of ours suggested you might be interested in building a defense force for us. Pretty unlimited budget, almost total control, a big house on Dionysus, access to space planes, you get the idea," I said. "Pays pretty damn well, and when you understand who our mutual friend is, the other benefits will become apparent."

"Jamie," I said. "Yes, that Jamie. In fact, he's sitting here right now." I handed the phone to Jamie and they did pleasantries and he assured her that she would love Dionysus in every possible way. Yeah, she would. She'd love me more. I took the phone back and she agreed that she could spend the day here. I'd pick her up and Andrews in an hour. I declared break time for everyone else, but found Chris to bring along. I thought she could, um, encourage Heather. After all, I saw the look Heather gave Chris, and it was even more hungry than for me.

Chris and I went out and hopped into the helicopter parked in the yard. Yes, yes, we had a helicopter in the yard, but it makes sense. It's 20 miles to the airport. We needed speed if someone else came to attack. The helicopter in the yard probably wasn't quite as crazy as the Harrier next to it. What's the point of a VTOL fighter if it isn't handy? We had two positioned outside Ruby's house, two positioned outside Elena's house, one by mine, and one by Orlando's.

We did have two fighters in the air 24/7, but it was killing our pilots, me included. We hopped over and Jase had already preflighted a plane for us, but we still did it again. Hey, we're going into fucking space. Well, not getting to DC, but we'll do a lap to give Chris a little more time, don't ya know.

We're still a group with discretion, so all I will say is it took three orbits. Chris and I took turns being the pilots.

Little Leslie leads

Heather wasn't on board yet so I was the closest thing we had to a military leader. Yeah, little Leslie. It's not that we didn't have people with military experience, even some officers, but none of them felt comfortable being the leader. Well fuck that. I was.

We were also a few months out from my defending my Top Gun title. Heather had said she'd sponsor me in an F22 again, as her last hurrah, but I had asked what it would take for Chris and me to both enter under the flag of Dionysus. I promised we would still make a big deal out of being born and raised Americans. We also needed to buy some fucking planes.

She didn't like it but admitted flying our own planes was the only way I could get Chris in the competition. But it also meant no F22. Only the Americans fly them.

So we needed planes. Let's have some fun with it. We could fly the F-16s we owned and might. We had hundreds and hundreds of hours in dogfights in them, over the Mediterranean. Who said our patrols couldn't be fun? But they were a losing proposition. I could beat a lot of people, but not an F-22 or an F-35, at least reliably. We decided to do a bakeoff. The kingdom was in the market for planes and more. Right? It took the companies a bit to accept I was the Minister of Defense but a phone call from Heather clued them in. She was outright pissed that we included the new Chinese fighter but I told her would drop it if the US would sell us four F-22s. She was non-committal and I am sure she would try but I doubt she would pull it off.

Let's face it. If we flew something that wasn't American made, the US Air Force would lose a lot of PR benefit. We were not trying to be obstinate and she knew it. We just wanted to win.

We setup the bakeoff to be very simple. It was a series of competitions. First their pilots competed with us and we would fly our F-16s. We suspected every plane but the F-35 would lose but maybe we were just cocky.

Once we did those flights, we would do dogfights in their planes. We would each do a fight against one of their pilots and finish with Chris and I going against each other. I knew those would be, by far, my most competitive fights. I was still undefeated but she was damn good. I would lose soon, and I knew it. Ruby and Orlando were having great fun too. Chris and Ruby had spectacular fights.

All of us were both undefeated against anyone else. We held regular challenges with the countries around us. Spain, Italy, France, Greece, Turkey, Egypt. Their pilots hated to lose to two 13-year-olds. You can imagine how they felt losing to an 11-year-old. Ruby. Well, I was 11 when I won the first Top Gun.

First up was the Dassault F3-R. French. We figured it was a long shot. We expected them to fly home with their tail between their legs when we decimated them in our F-16. As it turns out, we never got the chance. Once they met us, they refused to let us fly their planes. Even the other teams argued with them that we were the best they had ever seen. Hell, the door to the hanger was open and you could see our 747, Hplane, and a couple of our SPlanes.

We even tried offering to prove our skills by flying them into space. Oh, that tempted them. Space! It wasn't enough. In the end it was for the best. We would have had to deal with them. Yuk. We all watched them fly away.

"They're nuts. I was in San Diego and know what you did with our F-22. Hell I'm sad you won't be flying it again this year and I head up the F-35 team," he said, introducing himself.

"Well I guess I do but no that is not what I meant. I lead the entire F-35 team," he said.

"Are you kidding? This is the single most important sale any of us will ever make. Not just that you're a new country but that the two of you will be flying them. Look what you did for Boeing and Cessna. The guys that just left were nuts. This deal is strategically huge," he said. "Every other team brought my counterpart except the company that just left. See that guy over there?" indicating one of the Chinese team members. "He is the Minister of Defense. For China. They really want you to buy their plane.

It was almost lunch time and the plan was lunch and then starting the competitions. Each team was staying at our old house, the resort, on the main island.

Ileana had outdone herself with the buffet being served in the ready room. Each team was limited to six which meant that there were only 18 of them left. Orlando and Ruby were with us and they would get their shot at each plane before we decided. Orlando wasn't as serious about it as Chris, Ruby, and me, but I'd still put him up against anyone in the room.

He couldn't beat me but he won some fights with Chris and Ruby. As I said, he had never lost to anyone but us. Hundreds of dogfights.

We had a nice lunch and it was time to fight. We had two sectors and every country nearby was aware. Chris and I would each fight in a sector. Orlando and Ruby would have a shot at their best pilot, in their second plane. We had drawn straws for order.

First up was the Typhoon. A sleek plane flown by many European countries. All the companies had brought their best and brightest. Chris' fight lasted almost ten minutes before she won. Mine didn't make it to three. Even so, we were impressed. I looked forward to flying it.

Second was the J-20. I'd flown against it in San Diego and although they called it a fifth-generation fighter, it was no better than our fourth-gen F-16 and we were better pilots. I didn't even look at the times. We weren't interested if that was all they could do. We eliminated them without flying them, much to their dismay. Maybe with us flying, they would have been better but the Typhoon was superior.

Last up was the F-35. It shouldn't have been a contest but the upgraded F-16V was a hell of a plane flown by, well, us. The fights were longer. Chris lasted almost 25 minutes but lost. She was pissed but hell it was against an F-35.

My fight lasted 40 minutes and, in the end, I won. I gave them credit for a superior plane but in the end it is the pilots.

That had taken the entire afternoon so we all went back to the resort for dinner. Yeah, we flew over in helicopters but that can't possibly surprise you.

It was still early so everyone played on the beach and on the waverunners. The more adventurous went parasailing. A fun evening with some interesting people and no I don't mean that way. Chris, Orlando, Ruby, and I took an apartment in the resort feeling like we should stay with the group.

Oh the four of us had fun that night. You know we did. We wore poor Orlando out.

The only remaining planes

"I'm not clear how this works. I get you're fighting our pilots but you've never flown an F-35," he said.

"Or a Typhoon," added the other man. We finally worked out that the guy from Lockheed was Luke, which made us giggle. Luke from Lockheed. Even he laughed with us. The guy from Eurofighter was Marshall.

"Fifteen minutes!" shouted Marshall. "It takes hundreds of hours in the simulator and more in the plane before pilots dogfight." Luke quickly agreed.

"I am impressed with both planes. We will likely buy a few of each and then make our Top Gun choice later," I said. Both men smiled knowing they would at least share the win.

"We are both flying both planes, so four fights. If we lose a single one, we will buy ten each at the price in your proposal without negotiation," I said. They both liked that and almost licked their lips.

"If we win all four, we will buy eight each at a 25% discount from you quoted price and you will throw in the remaining two planes each for free," I said. Chris laughed. The men didn't.

"Yeah, Marshall, but your planes are overpriced," I said, grinning. Luke laughed.

"And not really, because you know we won't pay list price. The price per plane is a fair offer. It the two free that is your risk. So $400M or so combined," I said. "We are 13. What's your real risk?"

They actually went off to the side and talked to each other and made phone calls. It took almost a half hour. They talked to their pilots who were clearly dismissive of us. Oh, that's a motivator for sure.

"We need to speak to whomever in the kingdom will be authorizing the purchase before we can decide," they said.

"Do you guys not do your basic homework?" said Chris. "You are. Leslie is the Minister of Defense." That took them awhile to get their heads around, but finally they did. In the end the temptation was too great and both companies took the bet. After all it was a $2B deal. Each.

Four fights. First Chris' two, then mine. If she won them both, they'd worry and they should.

First up was the Typhoon. Chris took off and 15 minutes later their pilot took off. It took a few minutes but finally the fight was on.

Two minutes and fourteen seconds later, Chris took him out. Their boss turned green. He still had a shot if I lost. Oh hell, no he doesn't.

They landed and switched planes. Back to back fights is tough so Chris was at a disadvantage.

Which is why the fight lasted almost ten minutes. Her aerobatics were impressive right before she splashed him.

"Oh you don't know that," I said. "Your pilots just have to defeat a Top Gun champion in a plane she has never flown. Honestly, the Typhoon has a better chance. I've never flown an F-35 but I've fought one dozens of times. I just did it in an F-22. Oh, and an F-16. And twice in an F/A-18."

"That's true, but not what I meant," said Chris. "I meant she has never lost. Ever."

"Hold on," said the Lockheed guy. "You're saying you've never lost a dogfight. Not once. Not even in training."

"I won my first fight in an F-22 trainer on my second flight in a fighter. Against an F-35. In 11 seconds," I said.

"11 seconds. No that can't be. That's an urban legend. You're talking about the shot out of a flat spin. Nope," said Luke.

"I would show you her second dogfight but it is 63 minutes long. Against General Shaw," said Chris.

"Well, I guess the good news is that whichever plane she picks for Top Gun has a damn good chance of being the winner," said Marshall. "I'd hate to be the opponent."

"Oh, I plan on being that opponent," said Chris. I was confident she would be. But I would get the win. Second would be OK with Chris. She wins the boat race, I win the dogfights.

I won't hold you in suspense. You can just count on the fact that we got the discount. Not a week later, twenty fighters were delivered. I might have gotten carried away but a lot of our family wanted to learn to fly them. We also needed a damn Air Force. That sucks.

By the third week, I had a damn close competitor. I hadn't lost yet but she was fucking good and improving. She and Chris were dead even and their battles were legendary.

And Ruby. Yes, 11-year-old Ruby. It's not like it was unprecedented. Oh they balked but we promised to fly the F-35 which made Heather happy. She did put one condition on it. Ruby had to beat General Dave, head to head. I arranged it and he was game. Ruby went to get him in one of the space planes. Pretty sure he liked going into space. Pretty sure it was a little weird with an 11-year-old pilot.

He stayed and had a great vacation for a week. Turns out he is a surprisingly open-minded guy. You get my drift. He got to know Ruby even better. Gabe too.

Every day Dave and Ruby were out over the water. The first two days she was toast. Quickly.

The third day, it took him almost 20 minutes to best her. She came and talked to me after.

"I want to make sure I am reading this right. I think he has a vulnerability," said Ruby. She walked me through it and I laughed.

"I thought that was my secret. Yes you're absolutely right," I said. "You'll beat him tomorrow."

And she did. Much to his delight. He kept asking her how and she zipped up tight. They fought five more times before he left. She never lost again. She and Chris made each other better. I was going to have competition.

"That wouldn't have made you a better pilot, would it?" I said. She just laughed and walked off.

Before we left for Atlanta, we worked on an air show. Yes all four of us and it was amazing. An F-35 aerobatic team. I called Heather and asked if we could put on a show before Top Gun. I asked if Orlando could come in his plane. She asked why he hadn't entered.

First to Florida

I could tell you all about it, but we're headed to Top Gun. Use your imagination. It was great fun.

Cross country to San Diego. Slowly

"San Diego NAS, this is Dionysus flight one requesting permission to land. Flight of four," I said.

"Permission granted," responded the tower. "Consecutive land when runway is clear."

Oh goody. They'd all heard it. Ruby and Chris pulled up behind me, on the left and right. Orlando finished the diamond. We suspected we had an audience so right at a thousand feet, we did a roll. The entire diamond. Once we were upright again, we landed.

Ground control guided us to a parking spot. Standing there waiting for us were Heather, Joe D, General Dave, and Mom and Dad. Their SPlane was already parked there. Yeah, they left Dionysus after we left Florida. We all needed chaperones. Unbelievable.

We all climbed down just as a car screeched to a halt. Out popped a Colonel in full rage. He had blocked our welcoming committee with his car and clearly hadn't noticed them. He was about to yell, just as Ruby dropped of her ladder. Yes dropped. She was so short that she needed a stool to get on board. Mom and crew walked around the car but just waited, behind the Colonel. Oh they were enjoying the show.

Let's face it. Except for Orlando, we looked our age. I'm 5'2". Chris is 4'11". Ruby, on her tiptoes, is 4'8".

I'm confident they do not see too many pilots under 5 feet. He did a triple take of all of us. It threw him off his stride.

Then I saw him read our names that were sewn into our flight suits. I'm Princess Leslie. You follow. Ruby is Countess Ruby. Being Ruby, she was going to have some fun. She stuck out her hand. Instinct made him shake it.

"I am Countess Ruby of Dionysus. Call sign Gemstone. Number 2 on the Dionysus aerobatic team. Let me introduce my team mates. Princess Leslie, callsign Winner and our team leader and our nation's Minister of Defense. Princess Chris. Callsign Kingmaker. Number 3 on the team and our nation's UN ambassador. Finally Prince Orlando, callsign Music Man. Number 4 on our team," said Ruby. "Our apologies for the aerobatics. As you may be aware, we are doing an airshow this afternoon with the Blue Angels and our enthusiasm got the better of us."

"Just don't do it again," he said, gruffly. OK dude. "Oh hell. I have to ask you. How old are all of you?"

"I'm 13. Prince Orlando is 15. Princess Chris is also 13. Countess Ruby is 11," I said. I thought he was going to explode.

"Please let me introduce you to the King and Queen of our nation," I said, waving my arm. He turned and took in Mom and Dad, standing in shorts and Hayden polos. Then he caught the others and snapped to attention.

"At ease," said Joe D. The colonel didn't seem to relax much. I don't think it helped much when all four of us hugged Joe and Heather.

"Some pretty fancy flying kids. Looks like the Air Force and Navy have a lot of competition this year. You going to defend your title Leslie?" said Joe. "Or should I say Princess?" Yeah we all laughed. The Colonel just looked confused.

"Defend her title?" he said. Heather took him through the fact I'd won last year. "How come you're not competing Orlando?"

"Oh it is their thing. I haven't practiced enough. Maybe next year," said Orlando. That was bullshit and I knew it. I pulled him to the side.

"I didn't want to intrude. It felt like your thing," he said. Damn, I love him. I gave him a hug which surprised him.

"I love you big brother but you're an idiot," I said which made him laugh. We walked back.

"Is there any way to make a late entry?" I asked. I got big smiles and twinkling eyes in return. It was the Colonel that replied.

"Oh yeah," said Heather. "No one has ever succeeded. We haven't had one in what, 12 years? Oh I love it." They explained that Orlando could challenge any entrant to a challenge fight. It would happen today. They discussed it and decided to open the air show with it. Then they all started laughing. They were clearly excited.

Toot toot, the challenge is on

"How in the world do I pick who to challenge?" I asked. We were standing in the ready room looking at the match up board.

"I know about half of them but I know who I think you should challenge," said Leslie. She pointed at a name from the French air force. Oh yeah, he is the guy in the angry picture.

"Because your plane is better than the Dassault. You're a better pilot and he rattles easy," said Leslie. She went on to explain the move she did to win. Oh hell, that was easy. Surely he wouldn't fall for it twice. Would he?

We registered the challenge much to his surprise. He stormed into the ready room and stopped short when he saw Leslie.

"You! You have something to do with this," he said and rattled off a bunch of surprisingly profane French. Too bad Leslie, Chris, Ruby, Mom, and I are all fluent. Even Dad is passable. Before I could react, Ruby did. God I love Ruby. She got toe to toe with him. I thought she'd yell but no, she whispered, forcing him to lean down.

"Those were not very nice things to say about my friend and team mate. I am looking forward to watching him kick your ass," she said. In French. He turned and we all smiled at him.

He stormed out and we went to lunch. The lunch was in honor of last year's winner. Yeah. Leslie. She sat up on the dais between Joe and Heather while Dave said embarrassing things about her.

"But Leslie brought some of her competition with her today. First let me introduce her brother Orlando who has issued a challenge for today," said Dave. He had to wait for the crowd to quiet down over that announcement.

"Come on up Orlando," said Dave. "Next I'd like to introduce her sister Chris who is already in the competition." He waved Chris up. I could hear the buzz in the crowd.

"Many of you may be familiar with the Hayden foundation and the director who they call the kingmaker," said Dave. The buzz said they did.

"She is the kingmaker," he said. The room blew up. He waved his hands to quiet them.

"Wait. You haven't met the fourth member of their team. Ruby, come on up," said Dave. Ruby stood right next to Dave and he towered over her.

"That's who I fly against in the first round? That's nuts," he said. Before Dave could respond, Ruby waved for the mic and he handed it to her.

To the challenge!

There was a huge crowd in the stands. The order was the challenge, the Blue Angels, then us, so we got to watch Orlando first. The announcer came on and announced the challenge by Prince Orlando of Dionysus. Oh the were playing this up.

Easy peasy

We took off and went to our starting points. We flew towards each other and he was predictable. He flew right at me expecting me to flinch. If you remember last year, I duplicated Leslie's move. I ducked under, did a quick loop, lit the burners, and put one up his tail pipe. Leslie was faster. She took him out in four seconds.

He continued to be predictable. When I went to shake his hand, someone caught the same angry picture as last year.

I think they're nuts

They put on a hell of a show. So much better than the Blue Angels. But they had better planes. Yeah that's all it is.

They chewed their way through the competition until they got to the quarter finals. The rest of the competition was going to be all Dionysus.

Damn. I guess they can't all win. The announcer told their whole story and the crowd ate it up. Hell Orlando was the oldest and he is fifteen.

First up was Orlando and Leslie. He gave it his all, and lasted 24 minutes, which was her longest in the competition, but in the end Leslie won. No shame in that.

Chris and Ruby put on a hell of a show but in the end Ruby prevailed. Chris couldn't have been happier just as Orlando was happy for Leslie.

Chris beat Orlando in the consolation round, leaving them third and fourth. He was thrilled. Fourth for a challenge entry. No one had ever successfully challenged before let alone come in fourth.

The finals was legendary. Even Dave said it was the best he had ever seen. 85 minutes. 85. They were close to out of fuel. They were out of imaginary missiles. They were down to bullets and not many. There was a lot of confusion on what they would do. It had never happened before. Just before they had to give up and land, Leslie made a spectacular move and strafed Ruby's wing. It was enough to have disabled her plane so they called the fight and declared Leslie the winner. The crowd went nuts. There was a rush to the bathrooms as I don't think anyone had left.

They tandem landed. You knew they would. They taxied up to the podium and parked next to Orlando and Chris' planes that were already there. Four planes in a row, all in our livery.

They all climbed up onto the podium and received their medals from Joe and Heather. Leslie was expected to speak.

"I want to start off with something important. You have heard us introduced as the team from the new nation of Dionysus. We are but we are more than that. We are proud Americans. We were all born here and are still US citizens and always will be. There is nothing more important to us," said Leslie to cheers from the crowd.

"I do want to thank so many people that made this possible but you all probably have to pee," she said to laughter. "You all know who you are. The people that made this possible. Not the people that have to pee."

"I do want to congratulate Ruby. That was the toughest fight in my life. I feel like I should retire because next year I fear she will kick my ass," said Leslie. The crowd let out a huge cheer.

We had reservations at a fantastic Mexican restaurant. Of course Joe, Heather, and Dave joined us. It was raucous and fun. The four of us kids wore our Dionysus Air Force uniforms. Given ours were hand tailored by our favorite Bahamian clothier, they might be the most expensive uniforms in the world. OK, not might, are.

Of course, we wore the version with shorts. No, no, they're real uniforms. Nothing sleazy. We just don't like pants.

Heather blew up the evening by telling Joe that she was resigning to become the head of the Dioynsus defense force. He didn't even seem surprised. If I saw any emotion, it was jealousy. We did tell him he was welcome to visit any time he wanted. That got a huge smile from him and it got Leslie a look that are pure lust.

Heather is on the island

Heather finally moved to Dionysus. We were still doing 24x7 air patrols but had been able to bring some more pilots to the community. We focused on pilots with families whether they were married or not. They had to be recommended by someone we knew. You know the drill.

Let me tell you, they were great additions to the community in every way. Especially Heather. Yeah Chris and I finally got to know her quite a bit better.

This story starts one day right after she arrived. The three of us were having lunch out on the lanai of my house. Hunter and Hallie were off somewhere with Orlando and Grace. It is funny. In our lives that could be anywhere in the world and they'd still be back for dinner. If I had to guess, they went to have lunch with Grace's family. They were here a lot but hadn't been in probably six weeks.

I think it said a lot about our military that we were all in tankini bottoms. Just bottoms. Maybe we need to sew little stars on our swim suits. Heather had a glow that was awesome. She was so relaxed. She clearly had something to say though.

"I don't know why I'm struggling with this. I guess because of my past. I know your family is inclusive," said Heather. "But it still makes me nervous to ask. But here goes."

"I have a girlfriend. We have been together, in secret, for almost fifteen years. I'd like her to move to Dionysus but she is reluctant. She isn't sure she will fit in," said Heather. Yes Chris and I both squealed.

"Ok. Tell us more. Would she be bothered by, you know, the kids?" I asked. Heather actually laughed.

"Oh no. She would love that. In fact it is a little related to her concern. We have been together for 15 years. She is 24," said Heather. Oh. We can subtract. Got it.

"Heather. We are 13. You know that. Ruby and Elena are 11. What's the issue?" I said.

"We will help in any way you want. Would you like us to go out to lunch or dinner with you? Maybe bring a few more?" I said. She laughed again.

"Well that would be great fun but I think one or both of you would be fine. Maybe Amy too. Any chance we could have dinner today?" she said.

"Sure. But we should probably wear tops," said Chris. "I'll go find Mom. You figure out where we are going." With that Chris walked out. We both watched. Still enjoy it. Still sad about the circumstances. Still happy Chris joined the family. Love that we have houses next door to each other. Laugh that we do at 13. I sent Heather back to the closet to find some clothes. Yes, of course we have guest closets in every house. I was in the shower when Heather joined me. Well, after all, we both did need to get cleaned up and it did save water.

And she has some pretty damn amazing skills. But so do I. Oh boy, we needed that cold shower after. I can't wait to meet her girlfriend.

"Heather," she said. Yeah I laughed. She did too. By then, Chris had come back with Mom and we headed to the airport. Yeah, yeah, we took a helicopter. We still kept one of the gunships between Chris' and my house. You never knew, did you? This kind of sucked.

We got to the airport and two of the Space planes and the HPlane were gone. I have no clue where, but there was still a space plane, so we preflighted it. I sent a text to Dad and asked him to put all the planes in the reservation app. Seemed like a good idea. Oh no. Someone might have to fly a, gasp, normal plane. We rarely even used the 747 anymore.

We finally got around to asking where Heather's Heather was. Yeah, I'm 13. Still made me laugh.

"DC," said Heather. We gave her all kinds of grief for not dealing with this earlier and she readily agreed. We'll all apologize to H2. Yeah, we gave her a nickname.

"Awesome! We need more teachers. Is she open to moving to Dionysus? Surely you've talked about this," I said.

"OK. Why tell anyone? Two years. You've been dating for two years," I said. Heather looked at me.

"It's that simple, isn't it?" she said. "Wow. It really is. We know it has been longer but why does anyone else have to know?"

"What about her parents? Are they OK with your relationship?" I asked. Heather started laughing.

"Her dad's not with us anymore. Her mom is 38 years old. Her dad died last year at 76. They'd been together for 29 years," said Heather. Oh. Wow. Guess she was.

We landed at Reagan. We'd suggested we meet at The Falls and go to lunch from there. Since it was Sunday morning, it wouldn't be too busy this close to the city. Yeah, we'd left at 1300 and now it was 0900. Space planes are cool. And yes, Dionysus uses things like a 24 hours clock and the metric system. We're not backwards. Oh, and I guess we're actually having another lunch. Time changes.

We flew to the house and landed just as a car pulled in the driveway. As we came down the stairs, a young woman ran and jumped into Heather's arms and started kissing her pretty damn passionately. Well, that was nice. Finally she dropped down to her feet.

My God, she was stunning. Supermodel stunning. Tall, thin, small breasts unfettered by a bra, and wearing a too tight t-shirt. Yum, fucking yum.

"Do we have to go to lunch or can we just go inside and have sex," said Chris, saying what we were all thinking.

"Well, I'm hungry, but then I'll be hungry," said Heather. This Heather, not our Heather. Oh hell. We did the actual introductions and it turns out they actually did use H2. Oh yeah, she scoped Chris and me out. We hadn't exactly dressed conservatively, favoring a similar braless tight t-shirt look. I think Mom actually made her drool a little. She makes us drool, so...

"OK, but I'll hold you to that. Or just hold you," said Chris, with a laugh. I think we are all going to get along just fine.

"I made reservations at Eddie V's. Let's get a car," I said. With that I hit the remote and the garage door opened and I started down the ramp. The garage is underground, remember?

"You have a remote to the hotel garage?" said H2. Oh boy. We said we'd explain at lunch. It was so nice to see the two of them holding hands, just beaming. I grabbed the keys for the Maybach and started to get in the driver's seat.

"Remember the girl that won Top Gun?" said Heather, pointing to me. "She came in third", pointing to Chris. H2 just shrugged and got in the back with Heather and Mom.

"Feel free to make out until we get to the restaurant," said Chris, with a laugh. Given I had the rear-view mirror, I can attest that they did take her advice. H2 was in the middle and let's just say Mom got her fair share too. When they got out, all three had erect nipples pushing out their t-shirts and a flush on their face. The valet manager came over and started to hassle us about how we were dressed, until a man that I suspect was the manager came literally running out of the restaurant.

"Miss Chris," he said. "What an absolutely pleasure to see you again. Welcome back. We miss you so. Please, please come right in." Yeah, the valet dude was confused, but let's be honest, a 13-year-old had just handed the keys to a Maybach to one of his valets. I tipped the valet a fifty. After all, it was a Maybach. We went in and they had a private room for us. Yes, we got stares as we walked through, but they were a mix of people that didn't like our outfits and people that fucking loved our outfits. Liked or not, once we were through the room there wasn't a limp dick in the restaurant. Yeah, we looked that good.

"So Heather," I said. "Heather has told us your story. We're so pleased to meet you." That got me a look of panic. "No, it's just fine. After all, my 13-year-old sister just tried to seduce you. It seems you haven't been told the entire story about Dionysus, which we respect, but it is time you learned a bit more. Then, we're hoping to go back to the house and all get naked and have some fun. Oh, and that wasn't a hotel. That was one of our houses."

"Can we just cut to the chase?" said Mom. "We know all about your relationship. Not only do we not care, we think it is wonderful that Heather has a soul mate. Dionysus is not a traditional country and you'll find that every single resident feels like you do. The age of consent is 7, with other kids, and 9 with adults, and we have quite a party to celebrate coming of age. We're diverse, in ethnicity and sexual orientation. We're self-sufficient. We're fucking great fun and have great fun fucking. We also understand you're a teacher, and our school desperately needs more open-minded teachers. And I do mean open-minded, because every once in a while you'll find two 9-year-olds fucking in the coat room and pretty much everybody is just fine with it. Hell, the parents would probably expect you to join in."

"Consider this a job offer. We pay exceptionally well. We also have universal health care. Heather already has a beautiful house right on the water, but if you'd feel more comfortable starting off in separate homes, the job comes with a five-bedroom home, on a two-acre lot, on the beach. All your expenses are paid as well. Everything. Food. Clothing. You name it, it is paid for. You bank your salary, which is significant. We hire well, and only invite select people to move to the country and we value discretion. So much so that Heather didn't tell you. I understand why she didn't, but wish she had come to us earlier," said Mom. "Before you decide, why don't you come back with us tonight and spend the weekend. We can be back by your dinner time, although it will be close to midnight on the islands. Any of us would be glad to answer questions."

H2 just sort of looked at us. She had a lot to process. Even Heather had a lot to process out of that speech. The waiter came in and took our orders. Mom made sure to tell her it was our treat, but I don't think that surprised her. Mom ordered a bottle of our wine and I know it was one of the special reserve. About $12K a bottle. He didn't serve Chris or me, but we were flying, so couldn't drink anyway. It did make me laugh the silly rules in the states. Dionysus was so different. So special.

"OK, I have a ton of questions and I think Heather might too," said H2. "I'll start with the obvious. I know your name is Amy but nothing else. What's your role in the country that allows you to make what is a spectacular and frankly unbelievable offer?" Yeah, Chris and I laughed. Even Heather laughed.

"Well," said Mom. "This is still weird to say, but I am the Queen of Dionysus. Chris and Leslie are princesses."

"The Queen. You're younger than I am. Let along the fact that you can't be much older than your daughters. Oh, and that you ordered at $12K bottle of wine without even thinking about it," said H2. "Am I being punked?" We all just looked at Heather.

"I know this all seems crazy, but everything she said is true. I do have a simply amazing home, right on the water, with a small yacht docked to the back porch. They really are the Queen and Princesses. They're also rich beyond belief and have created a pretty darn special place. I've been trying to tell you, but I don't think you believed me," said Heather.

"Believed you? How could I? Everything you said was unbelievable. I thought you were fucking with me and were going to break up with me," said H2. They both burst into tears. Oh boy. Then they hugged. Much better.

"Listen. We can talk about it all you want, but there is nothing like seeing it. Let's eat quickly and hop on the plane," said Mom. Seemed like the perfect solution. We did just as she suggested, but did have great fun getting to know each other. Heather was not at all the stiff military person that her persona had required in her past life. I think both Heathers realized how this was a positive change. They both relaxed. Maybe it was the three of them finishing off the bottle of wine too. We got the car and headed back to the house, then to the airport.

"Yes, you fucking did," said H2, with a laugh. We got on board and took off. It's a really short flight. We didn't take the time to do an orbit, but they did get to float around a bit. We landed pretty late, but it was early for H2. We flew back to my house, then they took a cart off into the night. Oh boy. I'll bet their reunion was something. We'd play. Just not tonight. We invited them back for breakfast at Mom's and then we'd tour the town and the school. H2 was clearly excited and it was dark, so she didn't see shit.

They did come back for breakfast and met the entire family. Then we had lunch. Get it?

Well shit. Again

I ran out and had to choose a Harrier or a helicopter to get my F-35. Maybe even the gunship. Just as I ran outside, two Harriers blew over my head. That's good. They were the advance guard. I hopped into the helicopter and flew towards the airport. I was bringing in my big dog.

When I landed, the place was swarming. Every available pilot was arriving and planes were already taking off. I ran up and Jase had already done my preflight. I didn't like it, but he's good, so I climbed in fast. Ileana was running ground control, lining up planes to take off. Once she realized I was ready, she sent me to the front of the line. Not trying to be cocky, but I was the best. As I moved past the line, I saw Ruby, Chris, and Orlando had made the same call. I radioed them and we took off as a flight. Not to be fancy, but it got four planes off the ground at once. Ileana routed Orlando and Chris to the Northeast. Ruby was my wingman and we were routed due north, where the bulk of the boats were concentrated. The opposition had clearly prepared, as boats were coming in from all directions to all three islands. Would we have enough firepower? As I took off, I saw all the gunboats were out. That meant a lot more weapons. We had a dozen, and they were custom designed for us. Not just well armed, but with hybrid power, they were viciously fast.

Ileana radioed that the invasion force was holding just outside the twelve-mile limit. They were likely waiting for dawn.

I wasn't. I asked Ileana if any of the boats had encroached and whether she had the telemetry to prove it.

Was it an accident or a trap? If I had to guess, I'd say trap. Just then I heard Heather on the radio

"Warning, launching Harpoon. Warning to all aircraft," said Heather. Good, Heather's in charge. Ruby and I booked it to altitude and I guarantee all the other planes did too. I did a slow turn so we could watch and we saw the Harpoon launch from shore. Given its speed, it took mere seconds and that one ship that drifted just fucking disappeared. That seemed to trigger the other boats, as they aggressively moved forward.

We have a lot of Harpoons. I doubt they expected Harpoons. Heather warned us to continue to stay back and the air fucking filled with missiles. Just then my incoming missile alarm went hot. Seriously? They have planes? I blew some chafe and Ruby did too and we rolled, just as a small missile blew by, followed by a small fighter. I have no idea what the hell it was, but it was old. Before I could even react, Ruby splashed it. The radio filled with chatter about planes and missiles, until Ileana told everybody, as she put it, to 'shut the fuck up'. She reminded us that we were at radio silence unless required.

"R-99 on station," came Tom through the radio. My heads-up display lit up with planes. Nice to have the AWACS up. All were green except a few, coming in from all angles. Those were red and flashing. Our helmets had eye-follow, so I looked at the one closest to me and it popped up that it was an F-4. A fighter from the 1960s, but not to be underestimated. I tagged it as mine and went in pursuit. Ruby broke off and I saw she'd tagged the other one in our quadrant. We didn't have to do that much, and I launched a Sidewinder well out of the F-4 operational range. Splash one. I saw the other one blink out. Ruby to the rescue. The enemy fighters started blinking out one by one. Team Dionysus to the rescue.

Just then my incoming missile alarm went off. Shit. I evaded it, but Ruby didn't. I saw her get hit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Pilot eject. Monitoring. Recovery enroute," came Ileana through the radio. I didn't have time to do anything but solve the problem.

"Harpoons in the air," said Heather. There were explosions EVERYWHERE. There were no more enemy aircraft. We'd gotten them all. The majority of their ships had been sunk, and some were running. We were within our rights to pursue and sink, but Dad told us to let them go. Not what I would have done, but he's the King.

"Pilots return to base. Fresh planes for patrol in the air," said Ileana. We all flew back and it took us a bit to get all the planes on the ground. Ruby was the only plane downed and that was a fluke. We weren't prepared for fighters. That changed things, even if they were piece of shit fighters.

We'd gone to battle and won, but was the war over? We had to figure out who the fuck it was.

Ruby is OK. Whew

Thank God Ruby is alright. My job is to beef up our military so 11-year-old girls are not flying our fighters. Now, having said that, I guarantee that no matter how many qualified pilots we have, Leslie and Ruby are going to be on the front lines. So my job better focus on keeping them safe. Life her is idyllic and I'd like to keep it that way.

Just then I got a call from Ileana. She said that Leslie, Orlando, and I were needed at the hanger. She said they had a prisoner recovered after ejecting that we needed to see. She wouldn't say anymore. Odd, but I tracked down the two of them and we set off in helicopter. Weird combination of us, but I have been so impressed with Ileana and Jase, that we did what she said.

"We captured what we believe to be the leader of the assault and of the entire group. He ejected and we recovered him. I recognized him and if I did, I am confident you will," she said, leaving it at that. We walked in and saw him.

Remember the French pilot that Leslie beat so badly and Orlando beat in a challenge? Well, we had him in custody. Embarrassment is a powerful motivator. We all learned some new French profanity. Leslie wanted to lead the conversation so I'll defer to her. After all, she is the Minister of Defense. Oh, and Ileana had shared that it was Leslie that shot him down.

"You put all of this together, and all those people were killed, just because you lost to a little girl?" asked Leslie.

With that, they both turned and walked out of the room. Good choice. No point in arguing. The good news is that the threat is likely gone. One nutcase leading a bunch of other nutcases got their asses handed to them. Oh, there will be a very public trial, but in the US. Nice to be friends with the President.

It was particularly stupid though. This is a monarchy. Bob, or Leslie, could have just had him strung up in the town square and no one could, or would, have said a thing. Good thing for him they're good people.

H2, not H1

Amy sent me to meet with Mikka, who is the school director. She is also the wife of the local rabbi. I'm not very religious, but the fact that the rabbi, Iman, and a Methodist minister share a church is pretty amazing. Our school isn't church affiliated, but we share a complex and the preschool. This place sure as hell is different.

Mikka took me on a tour of the school and suggested we go meet the third grade teacher, as she knew they were at PE. We walked in and I was pretty damn surprised. The teacher was on her knees, naked, blowing a little boy who looked to be about 9. Mikka didn't say a word, just grinned and waited until the little boy got off. He pulled on shorts and a T and ran outside. The teacher came over to introduce herself.

Still naked. And it was quite a fine sight, I'd say. She introduced herself as Melissa, and said she taught combined 3rd and 4th class. She found out I might be joining and was thrilled.

"We sure could use more teachers," she said. "What brings you to Dionysus?" I admit, chatting with a naked teacher felt a little weird, particularly when the kids started coming back into the classroom and she made no effort to dress.

"Oh, the next session is sex education," she said. "Most of them are pretty knowledgeable, but some are from 4 to 6 and haven't had sex yet. The 6-year-olds are coming up to their seventh birthday and that's the big losing your virginity party."

OK, lots to process. First, she had 4-year-olds in her 3rd grade class. Then that kids celebrated losing your virginity on your 7th birthday. Well, I had, but still. Mikka saw I was confused and suggested we sit in the back for the session. Just then a man walked in the door. He was stunning. The kids all knew him and shouted "Hi Dace", to which he said a big hearty hello right back. He was at least 6'4", thin, either light-skinned black or mixed, and, oh yeah, had a thick, hard 7-inch cut cock.

He stood at the front of the room while she clinically went through all the parts of his anatomy. Then he did the same for her. They invited the kids to come up for a closer look and the kids that were at least 9 could touch and feel whatever they wanted. After a few minutes, she had them sit down and started lecturing on sex acts. Seriously, sex acts. She started with masturbation and they both demonstrated. Then she went oral sex, and she explained and demonstrated a blow job. Then he explained going down on her, and demonstrated. They spent quite a bit of time explaining that while they were a man and a woman, it was just as much fun for men with men and women with women.

Then she started explaining positions. Missionary. Girl on top. Reverse cowgirl. Seated scissors. They demonstrated each, briefly, actually showing the penetration. Just then, the door to the classroom opened and two more people came in. One was a stunning Asian woman and the other was a muscular Hispanic man. He was a God, with an erect 4-inch cock. Yes, 4. Oh, yeah, they were both naked.

"Oh, this is the fun part of the class. She's the 5th grade teacher Linh and he's the kindergarten teacher Jesus," said Mikka. The fun part? Really?

"OK, now we're going to change it up," said Melissa. "We're going to demonstrate same gender sex. You see, it is important to separate love and commitment from sex. Sex is physical and fun and often done in groups. Love is special and tender and lasting. Both involve sex, but they're different. Tomorrow's lesson will have several committed couples tell you how they view them differently, including a special visit by the King and Queen." That got a gasp from the class. Seriously? Bob and Amy? I am liking it here more and more. Well, the fact that the young Hispanic dude was now fucking the other guy in the ass, while the teacher explained anal sex was intriguing. We watched for a while, through girl-on-girl and the use of surprisingly large strap-ons. I almost lost it when the teacher recommended double-ended strap-ons as being the 'most fun for both'. She personally demonstrated fucking Jesus in the ass with one. There was also a lengthy discussion about endowment size, showing the difference between the two men, and how size wasn't as important as skill.

The lesson ended with a discussion on where a man should cum. Seriously. The first lesson was cumming on someone and the importance for cleanup. Dace pulled out of Linh and came all over her. From face to pussy. As the teacher explained cleanup, he was licking her clean. They stopped so he could show the class his mouthful of cum and then described the importance of sharing and passing the cum to someone else, in this case Jesus. Finally she was all clean. The second demonstration was cumming in someone, when Jesus filled up the ass of the Dace. Then the teacher herself sucked it all out of his ass, passing a little to each of the others.

"I thought we'd end on something a little special," said Melissa. "We have a guest in the class today." calling out my name. "Who would like to show our hospitality and do a threesome with her?" Almost every hand shot up.

"Well, first we have to convince her and then we'll let her choose," said Melissa. "We're hoping she'll be our newest teacher." The entire class let out a spontaneous "Yay!". That was welcoming. So was all this. I was dripping I was so wet. I walked up to the front of the room in a trance. I introduced myself to the class and they all responded with "Hi Heather". So fucking sweet.

"So Heather, we'd like to demonstrate doggy style, and how a third person can be underneath licking both, while the woman licks or sucks them," said Melissa. "Would you be willing to help?" Damn straight I would. I just nodded and bit my lip. She turned to the class.

"OK boys. Raise your hand if you're at least 9 and have experiences fucking doggy style," said Melissa. At least 8 hands shot up. OMG. How do I choose. No, it was easy. Most of them were bouncing in their chairs. One boy, near the back, was shyly raising his hand. He was adorable. I'd say right at 9. Thin, dark hair. Cute as a button. I walked to the back and held out my hand. He looked like he had won the lottery. In a way he had. I walked back to the front, still holding his hand.

"OK class," said Melissa. "Who has experience with this position, being on the bottom. Remember Jamie can cum, as we all know, so you'll get a facial. Another group of hands shot up, including at least 5 who had raised their hands before. Well damn. I had an idea though. Well, sort of a choice. I turned and quietly asked Melissa if we could ask for the children that wanted to but had never gotten the chance. She smiled and asked the question. A different set of hands went, including the girl that I had hoped. A tiny little thing, with a short blonde bob. I walked back and held out my hand to her, and she let out a little squeal. We walked back up to the front.

"OK, kids, strip and then undress Heather," said Melissa. Really. Damn. They were both naked in a flash and he was hard as a rock and, to my surprise, had a nice 5-inch cock. Damn, they grow them early here. I could see she was actually glistening. Yes, already wet. They did an amazing job undressing me. Kissing here. Licking there. I actually came before they finished.

The teacher had a mat on the floor, and the girl laid down. I positioned myself over her, and damn if the boy didn't slide right in. Everything was a blur from there. I didn't last a minute before I was over the top. I squirted all over her and that sent her over the top. She was bucking below me and he just couldn't hold back. He pulled out and I felt him cum all over my pussy and I'm sure on her face. The entire class clapped, as did the teachers. I rolled over to my side.

"Now children, remember the importance of cleanup. Who would like to help? I need two volunteers," said Melissa. Every single hand went up, including the adults, including the director. Melissa pointed to a little girl and two little boys. She had the little girl clean me up and I just kept going over and over. She kissed all the cum to me and I rubbed her, through her little panties. Yeah, I got her off. The two little boys cleaned up the messy little girl and the boy's cock. Yes, one of the boys sucked the cum off his cock, getting him hard in the process. He didn't slow down until the boy came again and he proudly took a facial.

I think this was going to last for a while. Mikka and I stepped out of the classroom, with me just holding my clothes.

"Well, what do you think? Is this a school where you could teach?" she asked. Given a little cum was still dripping down my leg, I think yes was the correct answer. She went through a little 'can but don't have to speech' as we entered her office, but I answered by pulling her in for a kiss. A passionate kiss. A 'we ended up on her couch naked kiss'. Yeah, we both got off. Then we sat and chatted. Still naked.

"So what do you think? Ready to start tomorrow?" she said. "I admit, I chose that class a bit for the shock value to see if you'd fit in. Our curriculum is otherwise quite normal, although walking in on a teacher blowing a student is not that unusual. We encourage a good relationship between student and teacher. It goes the other way too. Most students would volunteer to skip recess to go down on you, or fuck you, or share a double-ended dildo. We have a process where the parents can opt their kids out, but not one single parent has every requested the form. None. Zero. This is Dionysus!"

"Are you kidding? I don't need to go home. I'll start teaching now," I said. She laughed and suggested I be back at 7:30 and she'd let me team teach for a few days before giving me a class room. We walked through my strengths and decided I'd teach middle school. Basically a combined 7th through 9th curriculum.

"Now, it will take some getting used to for you and the students. Many of the students are newcomers, and the ages you would have expected in the States. Others have been here awhile and are much younger. You'll have kids that are 6, 7, and 8. You'll even have one 4-year-old girl. They're more than capable of moving up. We also move kids up throughout the year. In fact, you have one girl that I think is ready to move to high school, but I'll let you decide. Her name is Carlina, and she's 7. Carlina is what we call an original which means she was in the first group to migrate, like I was. She's friends with Gabe who is what we call family which means he is part of the extended royal family. He's not related by blood, but he is Count Gabe, just like his sister is Countess Ruby. Ruby was just promoted to be a General in our defense force and was the pilot shot down during what we call The Scare. Oh, and she's 11."

I shared that I'd met Ruby, as my girlfriend was the head of the defense force. I could see her doing the mental math of our ages.

"Yes, there is an age gap, but we've only been together for two years," I said. Mikka smiled.

"Honey, that's fine if you want to stick to that story, but you're on Dionysus. You just got fucked by a 9-year-old. Do you really think anyone cares if you started dating at a young age?" Wow. Just wow. I just smiled at that. Would we really need our cover story?

I fucking loved it here. Finally a place where we could be accepted. The mansion on the water in paradise didn't hurt either. I'd signed up for the defense force boat lessons for residents. The equivalent of what I knew as the Coast Guard class back home. No, wait. This is home now. Yay.

My first day teaching

The kids all came in and Don did the introductions. I couldn't believe Nan, who was 4. She was in the 9th grade. At 4. Doing the work of 14-year-olds in my old world. From what I saw, she needed to move up. I also met Carlina. There is no way she should be in this class. I had learned how promotions worked, and as much fun as it would have been to have her in my class, I talked to Don at the break and found out the process to test her again. Whenever we thought a student was ready to move, they didn't just promote them, they tested them. They often made big jumps. These kids were pretty self-taught. Carlina's testing came back that she should move to 11th grade.

Yes, 11th. No, even that's not right. She tested for 12th grade in everything except one topic in science. She asked if she could be retested on that tomorrow.

We went through most of the day and it was a surprisingly normal class, with two exceptions. The first, of course, was the mismatch between ages and material. These kids were smart and loved being challenged. The second was their behavior. They were simply perfect. No one talked back. No one talked out of turn. They were engaged and interested. They deferred to their peers. No one hassled the little kid, the younger kid, the chubby kid. Although the exercise and PE program at the school was amazing. All these kids worked out hard every day and Don and I were part of it. It was fun watching Don. He liked to take off his shirt. We liked him to take off his shirt. The girls and the boys liked it. We also liked it when he worked up a sweat because his thin white shorts got a little transparent.

The class after PE startled me. Everything here startled me. Well, even before that, just the post-PE shower startled me. Don led us into the locker room and into the showers. You know, one of those giant community showers, with shower head on the walls and central poles. Pretty normal, right?

Except there was only one locker room. I don't know why that surprised me, given that all the kids had actually stripped and changed into their workout clothes in the classroom. That was fun to watch, but this was fucking amazing. Wet, sexy kids, all soaped up? If I had a cock, it would have been hard. Don's was, for sure.

"Carlina, save it for the next class," said Don. I looked over and Carlina was bent over, holding her own ankles, while Alex, a cute little 8-year-old was fucking away. They both pulled apart, with grins.

"Sorry Don," said Carlina. "I forgot what our next class was." Don turned to me.

"It's usually fine if they fuck in the showers, but our next class is Advanced sexual positions," said Don.

Of course it was. This is 9th grade. Surely they'd be in the advanced class by now, right?

"Nan hates this class," said Don. "She's four, so she doesn't get to do anything. I've petitioned the council to allow her to move do oral and manual at 4, given how advanced she is, but it hasn't been decided yet. Her parents agreed, so I am hoping the council will agree."

"Why the ruling family, of course," said Don, with some reverence. "Queen Amy, King Bob, Princesses Morgan, Leslie, and Chris, Prince Orlando. That's the council for major decisions. For smaller ones, it only requires one member of the extended council to approve. That includes Gabe, Ruby, Elena, and Luca."

"What's an example of a decision you'd just take to one member of the council?" I asked.

"I can give you a perfect one. Our next class is in one of six special rooms in the athletic facility. I had the idea to build them, but it was an expenditure that required council approval. I talked to Ruby at lunch one day and she thought it was a great idea, so she approved it on the spot," said Don. "Here, I'll show you." All the kids were drying off, so it was time to move on. I did notice they were drying each other off. That must have been a thing, because Don grabbed a towel and started drying me off. Damn, I liked this part of showering. Once he was done, I followed his lead and grabbed a towel to dry him off. I'd watched the kids, and they'd paid special attention to the special places. I think every boy was hard right now. I know Don was by the time I was done.

"Come on kids," said Don. "We're in room 3." He led the way out, and we all followed him like the Pied Piper. We walked into a large room. Think wrestling practice room. Soft foam floor, wall to wall. Racks on the wall with cleaning spray and towels.

"This was my idea for our classes with sexual content. Soft and easy to clean up. Any position works, anywhere," said Don. "There are six of them. Ruby approved it."

"About $8M," said Don. Sure, $8M and Ruby approved it. Yeah, yeah, we use US dollars here.

"Um, I don't think she has one. Oh, wait. I forgot the newest council member," said Don. "Hey Carlina. Do you have an approval limit? Is there a dollar figure over which you have to ask someone else?"

Carlina looked up from the student she was eating out. Missy. 13. Sexy. Yay, Carlina.

"So if I convinced you we needed an advanced multimedia center and we were going all out and it would cost $200M, you could approve that?" I asked.

"Sure. That sounds cool. Want to do it?" asked Carlina. I assured her that I might, but not yet. She went back to what she was doing and Missy was moaning and then went off.

"Oh, anyone can get a girl off before class. They don't have the same limits the boys do," said Don. I looked around and pretty much everyone was licking a girl. The boys were. Given the class was pretty evenly matched boys and girls, two boys came over to Missy and Carlina and just motioned to Carlina. She rolled onto her back and one of the boys dove in, while the other went down on Missy.

"I find it really promotes a culture of boys caring for girls," said Don. You bet it does. With that, he took my hand and lowered me to the mat. The best way to teach boys is by example and DAMN he is good at it. Just after I went over, I noticed Nan standing next to us.

"Don, Mikka came in with this envelope and told me to give it to you once Heather had an orgasm," said Nan. Wow, the principal didn't want to interrupt our oral sex, so she had the 4-year-old watch and wait until we were done. What an interesting school.

"OK everyone," said Don. "Nan has a new role today. It's all her choice, but wherever she wants, she is on fluffer and cleanup duty."

Nan was actually dancing around the room celebrating. She found a boy to blow in a heartbeat. I don't know what she had been practicing on, but she was pretty damn good at it.

"Cum in my mouth, but then cum on me too," said Nan, taking a short break from deep throating him. Yes, deep throating him. I think this was pretty damn exciting to him too, because he didn't last long. He did just as he asked, sending a huge shot into her mouth, and then pulled out and sprayed cum on her tiny nipples, all the way down to her little slit. She was drenched. Dan jumped in then.

"OK Nan, you get to pick the person to do cleanup," said Don. "Anyone you want."

"Would you do it Carlina?" she asked, quietly. Carlina got down on the mat, on her knees and started with a kiss. Oh yes, she'd saved some of that cum. She worked her way down Nan's tiny body. She licked and sucked her nipples. As she got enough, she pushed the cum into Nan's mouth. She worked my way all the way down her body and got to her tiny little slit. She pulled the lips open and even her lips were covered with sticky cum. Well, we couldn't have that. Just as Carlina started licking her clit, I felt a small cock slide into me. OK, I had been on my knees watching. Whoever it was needed a fast and furious fuck, because he pounded into me. I sure didn't last.

"In me," I said, more hoarsely than I expected. I filled me up and I rolled over onto my back. Ahmed took his cleanup roll seriously and dove right in. The entire class had stopped and was watching. Soon I went over, to an ovation from the class. Nan did too. Finally Nan got up.

Time to recruit

Military men and women are fun and I mean that in every possible way you could imagine. Heather and I were on a quest to recruit as many as a thousand people to the island, plus their families. We were not going to risk being vulnerable. We needed everything. Army, Navy, Air Force, and police force. Ours were all going to be one integrated unit under Heather's command. Well, mine too, since it all ultimately reported to me.

That fact alone eliminated some people during the interviews. If you had a problem with it, or were dismissive of it, you were not of interest to us. Our community is very much based on chemistry - fit, if you will. If you didn't understand our little country, you wouldn't fit in and neither would your family.

Speaking of families, yes, we interviewed them all, but unlike the other interviews, we interviewed the adults first. The only reason is that the topics we had to discuss were adult-themed and, no, I didn't mean the wild sex and orgies. That was OK for the kids. I meant death. I had killed people. I still struggled a little, but not a lot. They fucking deserved it. Anyway, I thought I'd share a few interviews, some with the adults, and some with the families. Some were worthy of introducing to my family, if you get my drift, and by now, if you don't, why are you reading our journals?

The first interesting story was a couple we interviewed. Chris and Orlando had the job of entertaining the kids during the first part of the interviews. We held them at the church, of all places, but there was a nice playground for the kids, and it was on the water, and they pulled up a bunch of waverunners and a couple boats. Depending on the ages, they had choices in entertainment.

Depending on the interview, we might be awhile. You see the church had this nice apartment...

Back to the first story. Of course, everyone we interviewed had come via personal recommendation from someone that we already knew. So that issue should be off the table. We interviewed them in the order of their potential role, meaning we started with people that we believed had leadership potential. We focused on enlisted men and women that had proven themselves as leaders. We'd hire some former officers, but we had discovered most of them had attitude. It was going to be interesting, because the majority of our senior leaders were going to be former enlisted people, and the former officers were going to end up working for them.

We needed a thousand, remember, so we were going to hire the first twenty or thirty and then expand interviewing to include them. Heather and I would personally interview them all, at least for a short interview. Heck, my personal goal was to get fucked by at least one member of every family. Suck it Wilt Chamberlain. I was shooting for a thousand. With just these interviews.

Back to the interview story. I get distracted, especially when talking about a thousand cocks. Focus, Leslie.

The interview was with a couple. He was a former drill Sergeant and she was a former MP. They seemed like a could fit, from their references, and had three adorable as hell children. Two girls and a boy. Sadly, we didn't get to play with the children, because the wife, yes the wife, was simply a dick. My God she was horrible. The husband had clearly done his homework and introduced himself to me first. The wife probably knew, but she made a point of introducing herself to Heather and then sat down. No introduction for me at all. Heather gave me a look, and I knew she wanted me to lead. She went and sat behind the desk and I pulled up a chair right in front of the couple. I started explaining the roles, and a little about our community and asking some simple questions. He was direct and to the point and truly a joy, interacting with me. She wasn't. She scoffed and mumbled under her breath and directed her answers to Heather, who was across the room!

I let it play out for a bit, but it clearly wasn't going to improve. I was disappointed as he was an outstanding fit. He was really the one we wanted, because we needed someone to lead training, and there were a lot of people to train. It would have been an amazing opportunity for him, but I was done, done, done.

"This interview is over. Clearly this is not going to work out," I said, to her. "Your husband appears to be a good fit, but you're not. He is going to miss out on the opportunity of a lifetime, because, frankly, you're a dick. I'm in charge here. Heather works for me. You both knew that, and you treated me like a kid. Well, I'm not a kid, here, I'm the fucking Minister of Defense. Dionysus is a dream. Your family would have had a big house, on the beach, for free. Your kids would have had the education you dreamed of. They would have been challenged and grown at a pace you never would have believed. Just look at me. I won Top Gun at 11. Sir, I am truly sorry, because the job was yours, but we cannot ruin the chemistry of our community with a woman like your wife. We'll have someone escort you back to your flights."

What was worse is that they had flown in from Australia. Commercial! He was clearly heartbroken and she was pissed. The language she used made it clear I had made the right decision. He literally dragged her out of the room. I had, of course, called for security. She was screaming at him and he was clearly trying to respond patiently. A better man than me. Finally the noise died down and we heard a tentative knock at the door.

"Pardon me for intruding, but I wanted to apologize. I knew my wife was difficult, but this incident just brought everything out, and I don't know why. My children mean everything to me, and I stayed with her because I thought that was the best choice," he said. "It was not. I know this is perhaps rude and inappropriate, but we are now separated and will be divorcing. She won't contest it. She can have our house and our savings and anything she wants and has already agreed to the trade I proposed. I want the kids. Now I'll go back to Australia and find a way to raise them in what will be a crappy apartment, but I am truly hopeful that you would consider starting the interview over, for just me. It would be an honor to work in your command Leslie, and yours too Heather. I know you both, by my research, but in person your strength is clear. Yeah, I guess I sound like I'm sucking up, but I mean every word."

I looked at Heather and she smiled and nodded. I waved him in and shut the door. We all sat down in the seating area, on couches, and had a more comfortable interview. It couldn't have gone better. We asked about the kids and the joy he showed when telling us about them was wonderful. He had three kids, two boys and a girl. The boys were 13 and 11, and athletes. Both were swimmers. His girl was clearly his pride and joy and 9. He shared she was little, but precocious. I knew that twinkle in his eye and what he meant by precocious. The fact that he got hard when he was describing her might have been a hint too. It seemed like the right time for the talk.

"You're aware that kids grow up at a different pace here? That they're allowed to do many things they couldn't do elsewhere? Things that people would consider, well, bad?" I asked. He just smiled and his cock twitched. Yeah, he knew.

"Yes, I am quite aware of the freedom here," he said. "It was a huge draw for our family. We knew our lifestyle had risks, but it appears it does not here. Am I correct?"

"Oh yes," I said. "For example, I am horny and you're cute. Would you like to fuck? Heather would like to watch." Sometimes you have to shock them, but he just smiled. I gave him the quick can but don't have to and his answer was to stand up and drop his pants. Ooh, commando. Even better, a rock hard 8-inch-thick cock.

Heather beat me too it. She took him in her mouth while I stripped. Then I took her place while she stripped. She knew what I liked, and got on the bed backwards. You know, head at the feet. I climbed up and on and spread her lips and dove right in. She did the same for me. God she was good at it. I wiggled my butt and he got the idea. He tried to be gentle.

"Stop that. Shove it in. Fuck me hard," I growled. So he did. Oh God he did. He asked where he should cum and I told him on my pussy and her face. Oh he had stamina, but eventually pulled out and drenched us both. I rolled onto the bed.

No complaints from him. He started with Heather and licked up all his cum and pushed it into her mouth. Then he started licking me and asked if he could push it in me, but he didn't mean my mouth.

Fuck yeah he could. I think I came for hours and hours, or at least it felt that way. When he was done, Heather took the responsibility to suck it all right back out.

"You're hired," I said, with a laugh. Only in Dionysus would a naked teen offer a job to a naked man. A hard naked man. He asked if Heather would like to fuck too.

"I'd rather see you fuck your daughter," she replied. THAT got a grin. I texted Orlando and he and Chris came in, with the kids. Oh, we were still naked, and he was still hard. They didn't even ask where their mother was. Honestly, it didn't seem like they cared. They loved their dad for sure. Before I could blink, his daughter was naked and kneeling on the bed.

"Fuck me Dad, then I want Orlando to fuck me," she said. "You like sloppy seconds, don't you Orlando?" He assured her that he did. The rest of us just watched and it was wonderful. That little girl loved sex. Just loved it. I saw the younger brother say something to Chris and they were quickly on the floor fucking. That was hot too! The older boy came over to me.

"May I please fuck you?" he asked. I do love a polite boy, so you knew my answer. Heather took cleanup duty and she was busy. She is so fucking sexy. I did make sure to get her off, then everyone else did too. One by one. All seven of us. It turns out Bentley had one more in him, or should I say one more in Heather. Della, the 9-year-old, cleaned her out.

Damn straight he was hired. After we were done, he sat the kids on the couch and kneeled in front of them and explained the situation. They were much more excited about moving here than they were upset about their mom. Hey, she was a bitch and I can say that.

So, first hire done. It only took two hours. This might not be moving quite fast enough. Oh, and I invited Bentley and his family to dinner with the family, including Mom and Dad. Might as well meet the royal family. And yes, I giggled as I typed that. Oh, the boys were Glen and Grey.

One more comment. My new aide had arranged for a flight home for the mom. In Coach. In a middle seat. With three stops. Alfonso is a hoot. Ex-Marine. The situation pissed him off. Don't piss off a marine.

We went back to interviewing and got a real rhythm going. Chris and Orlando interviewed the kids, while playing with them. They ended up with a huge group, as we were going through the adults quickly. I'm thrilled to say we talked to another 23 candidates, including 6 couples, and they were all wins. We had more scheduled over the next week, but we were on a roll. These were going to be our leaders, so we'd get them moved and get them involved in the hiring process. Bentley was our training lead. We also hired the leads of each respective group, Army, Navy, Air Force, Police force. All had solid experience as middle management. All were ready for leadership roles. All thought that it was an awfully big stretch for them. All would be huge successes. Three women and two men in those key roles. We didn't try for that, but it worked out that way. We asked them to stay for the week and join in on interviews and they all agreed to do so, with their families. We put them up at the resort. Tomorrow night was going to be a big bash for anyone that had been hired and their families. That was going to be fun. Everyone we hired was helicopter certified, which was good, because you needed them to move around easily. Oh, we had roads, and people used them, but these were our leaders. Tomorrow they'd all meet with someone to help find them a home and we'd get them settled. The kids would all tour the school.

We'd stocked up on everything to make s'mores. Lots and lots and lots of s'mores.

Did I say lots? Warm chocolate. Gooey marshmallow. I liked to rub the warm marshmallow all over and then lick it off.

Not much more to talk about the afternoon. I'll let Mom talk about our dinner with the new family.

Oh what a tour it was

I thought I'd share the story about the tour for the kids from the five families. You met Bentley and his kids in Leslie's story, but I'll introduce the rest of them briefly here. Oh, maybe more than briefly, since we ended up in a bit of a kids orgy. OK, not a bit. A big kids orgy.

I got fucked six times. Six! I read what Leslie wrote. A thousand. Yeah, I'm up for that too. A thousand...

OK, I'll start with the introductions. I'm just doing the kids, because I haven't met the parents yet. I will tonight at Amy's. Heather and I are invited. I love s'mores.

You met Bentley's kids, Glen, Grey, and Della. The head of the Army was Audo and his wife Adela, a school administrator. Their kids were Conrad, who is 12, and Carol, who is 9. They're from Berlin. The head of the Navy was Reed. His wife Roya was a family doctor, which we really needed. Their kids were 11-year-old Adam, and 9-year-old twin girls Alisia and Arilla. They were from Australia, like Bentley and his kids, although from Adelaide, not Sydney.

The head of the Air force, Chantou, had two kids. They were from Cambodia. Her husband was Many and a groundskeeper. They had a 9-year-old boy, Kosal, and a 10-year-old girl, Phary. Damn, she was cute. We all like breast nubs. Big nipples. Big puffy nipples. Sorry, distracted by nipples.

The last family was the head of the police force Cara. Her husband was Cael, who was a police training officer. He worked for her. Six, yes six, kids. Nice Irish Catholic kids, complete with red hair. A boy, Bailey, who was 16, and the oldest of all the kids that day. A girl Casey, who was 15 and didn't look it. She could almost have been Amy's twin. Damn. Then twin 12-year-olds. A boy and a girl and let me tell you, they were Fun with a capital F. Gilroy and Kaleigh. Those two can just move in with Heather and me. The youngest of their clan were another set of twins. Wow. Two boys. Both 6. Max and Martan. They were a bit disappointed in our rules, because clearly they weren't limited before, but I told them of the big 7th birthday celebration and they were thrilled, particularly given their birthday was in three weeks. I already had Sofia on it, with their parent's permission. Heather and I were hosting. No, no, not just to get the 12-year-olds in our house. Well, maybe a little. The boys did get to put their oral skills to good use. At one point, they were both dripping of cum. All over cum. They were laughing and licking it off each other. If I had a cock, it would have been hard. My nipples sure were.

So 13 new kids and I experienced them all. No, I counted wrong. There were seven boys of age. I got fucked 7 times by kids and once by the coach. We'll get there. Well, you want them to enjoy school, right?

We started off with testing, which made them grumble, but we explained that it was to let them take more advanced classes. I could already tell the entire group was pretty smart, so they'd actually be challenged here, unlike wherever they came from. Once they understood, they were fine with it. Oh, and by we, I meant Coach J and me. He's the guidance counselor and coaches basketball and baseball. Everyone just calls him Coach J. I call him Coach Big Cock, but privately. Well, not that privately. It's not like everyone in the school hadn't seen it and experienced it, including damn near all the teachers and students, boys and girls alike.

Damn, it's hard to write a journal entry without stopping to get yourself off. I think I'm dripping on the couch. No, I know I am dripping on the couch.

Back to the story. We got all the testing done and Kaleigh raised her hand. I was impressed with how polite and well-behaved these kids were, but it was true of everyone here. I'd love to see a study on behavior related to how kids are challenged. Wait, these kids hadn't really been challenged yet. Do you think it is related to their early sexual awakening?

"Dad said that we'd really like it here because the schools would challenge us and we'd get to fuck a lot of people. I liked both of those ideas. We're done with the testing. Can we all fuck now?", said Kaleigh. The chorus of support for that idea was quite loud. I waved them down and everyone quieted down.

"OK, sure, we can, but remember that no one has to do anything they don't want to and no means no at all times," I said. Everyone quickly said they knew that. I led them down towards the gym and into the wrestling practice room. You know, the room that is entirely covered with a thick foam mat that can be easily sprayed down with disinfectant? That room. We had six of them. We didn't have a wrestling team. Do ya get it?

I've never seen 13 kids, a basketball coach, and a teacher strip faster. Clothes flew everywhere. We knew that all the girls were on birth control and everyone it the room had been recently tested for STDs. Yes, we asked those questions on the family interview forms.

"Have at it kids," I said. "Who wants to fuck me first?" Gilroy and Kaleigh ran right up. Kaleigh laid down on her back and motioned me over. Oh yeah, these kids go it. I got on my knees over her. She was so fucking sexy. I spread her little lips while she did the same to me. She immediately latched onto my clit and started sucking. Oh I moaned. She put two fingers in me and started pumping. Gilroy got on his knees and slid right in, with Kaleigh's fingers. That was new to me, but I fucking liked it.

I looked over and Coach J was just pounding little Carol. Conrad was underneath in the position that Kaleigh had, licking his little sister. Coach J was fucking for a while, then pumping his cock in Conrad's mouth, then going back to fucking. Everywhere I looked somebody was licking, sucking, or fucking someone. Suddenly I heard something.

"Excuse me everyone," said Max. "Since we're not allow to fuck or get fucked, we'd like to do clean up please? We're also open to sucking and licking anyone. When you cum, if you'd just let us know, we'll be over as quickly as possible to clean you all up."

Well, how nice of them. Gilroy must have liked the idea, because he pulled out and just covered his sister's face with cum. Martan just flat ran over and started to lick Kaleigh's face. Gilroy asked for his cum back, yes he did, and Maran kissed it back to him. I think I went over again just watching.

Right about then, Coach J pulled out and did the same move with Carol and Conrad. Carol pulled off Conrad and got a facial.

"Be right there," yelled Max. I looked around and saw Bailey fucking Alisia or Arrila. Not sure which, but the other one was on the bottom. Casey was getting pounded by little Kasol, and clearly enjoying it. Adam was fucking Phary.

Max and Martan cleaned them all up and then announced they would also be fluffers. Oh yeah, they got everyone hard again. The boys lined up and I got fucked. One by one.

Dinner with the King and Queen

"You're the King and Queen?" asked Chantou. "We expected someone, well, older. We met Leslie. We're all confused." Before we gave them our standard spiel, I pulled her in for a kiss. Oh yeah, she liked it. She even rubbed me through my skirt. I did stop and give everyone the can but don't have to speech, but went right back to kissing Chantou.

Let's just say the meet and greet took a while. Lots of kissing. Even more groping.

Name	Chapters	Age	Description	Stats when introduced
Bob	All	25	Dad	6'2" (188 cm) – 165 (75 kg), swimmer's body, 6–inch (15 cm) cut average cock
Amy	All	23	Mom (and the Nanny, to start)	5'1" (155 cm) – 110 (50 kg) , bright red hair, C cup
Morgan	All	17	The oldest of the new kids	5'5" (165 cm) – 120 (54 kg) , dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
Orlando	All	15	The middle child and the only boy	5'0" (152 cm) – 100 (45 kg), dirty blonde, 6–inch (15 cm) cut thick cock
Leslie	All	13	The youngest	4'6" (137 cm) – 80 (36 kg), brown hair, flat chested
Chris	6,8,14-45	13	Boat sales person but becomes more	4'11" (150 cm) – 80 (36 kg), slim, glorious puffy nipples
Tyler	2,3,34,36,45	19	Morgan's high school friend	5'11" (180 cm) – glasses, chiseled abs, 6–inch (15 cm) thick cock
Hunter	2,3,13,27,30,32,34,36,38-39,42-44	13	Leslie's new friend	5'0" (152 cm) – cute as hell, 3–inch (8 cm) cock
Jamie	2,3,34,45	Thirties	Tyler's Dad	5'10" (178 cm) – muscular
Jeanie	2,3,34,45	Thirties	Tyler's Mom	5'5" (165 cm) – sexy as hell, C cup
Annie	2,3,34,45	15	Tyler's sister	5'3" (160 cm) – trim, larger A cup
Hallie	2,3,13,27,30,32,34,38-39,42-44	13	Hunter's twin sister	4'8" (142 cm) – small A cup
Jenny	3,18,30-31,33,39,45	Forties	Co–captain for the big cruise	5'7" (170 cm) – Solid but not fat, D cup
Blake	5,9-10,12,15-18,20-21,24,26-28,30-32,34,39,41,32,43,45	Thirties	First home staff. Mechanic, general purpose everything	6'2" (188 cm) – 185 (84 kg), blonde, ripped, 7–inch (18 cm) thin cock
Alison	5,9-12,15-18,20-21,24,26-28,30-32,34,36,39,42-43,45	Thirties	First home staff. Chef, runs the house and more	5'9" (178 cm) – tall, athletic, blonde, simply stunning, B cup, model gorgeous
Gabriel (Gabe)	6,14,16-19,24,27-29,31-37,39-40,42-43,45	13	Juanita's brother	5'6" (168 cm) – Cute AF, 5–inch (13 cm) cock
Ruby	6,14,16-19,24,27-29,31-40,42-43,45	11	Juanita's sister	4'11" (150 cm) – 85 (39 kg), sexy, flat
Jackson	6,16,45	Thirties	Party planner	5'11" (180 cm) – skinny, black hair, almost emo
Antonio	7,8,23,27,33,36,39,44	Forties	Italian Vintner	6'3" (191 cm) – 220 (100 kg), well–endowed
Stella	7,8,23,27,33,36,39,44	Forties	Antonio's wife	5'8" (173 cm) – voluptuous, A cup
Luca	7,8-9,14,16-17,19,23,27,31,34,36-40,42-44	15	Sophia's son	5'9" (175 cm) – chiseled, male Sophia, 6–inch (15 cm) uncut cock
Elena	7,8-9,14,16-17,19,23,27,31,34,36-40,42-45	11	Sophia's daughter	4'5" (135 cm) – sexy AF
Tom	9,10,15-18,27,32-34,37,39,45	Thirties	Flight instructor	6'0" (183 cm) – 175 (79 kg), trim, 7–inch (18 cm) thick and cut
Jess	9,10,15-18,27,32-34,37,39,45	Thirties	Flight instructor	5'9" (175 cm) – 140 (64 kg), small B cup, runner's body
Noah	17,18,24,27,31-34,36-37,39,41,43-44	13	Chris' new friend	5'7" (170 cm) – thin, 5–inch (13 cm) average cock. Big balls
Daniel	20,39,44	Thirties	London Butler	6'4" (193 cm) – 195 (88 kg), blonde, muscular, 5.5–inch (14 cm) cut and thin
General Dave	22,28,45	Fifties	Commander, flight squadron
Heather	22,41,45	Fifties	Secretary of the Air Force
Diego	23,45	Fifties	Swim coach	5'10" (178 cm) – wiry, caretaker, swim coach. 5.5 (14 cm) thick uncut
Seth	23,45	Fifties	Swim trainer	6'4" (193 cm) – muscular, caretaker, trainer, 6 cut (15 cm) and thin
Grace	23,29-30,36,38,43-44	16	Just Grace
Santiago	29,41,45	30	LA caretaker	5'11" (180 cm) – lean, modest tats, 6–inch (15 cm) average uncut cock
Tai	29,45	28	LA caretaker	5'4" (163 cm) – slim, sexy, B cup
Tina	36,44	Thirties	Oregon winery co–owner	5'6" (168 cm) – dark blonde hair, thin, B cup
Adam	36,44	Thirties	Oregon winery co–owner	6'0" (183 cm) – dark hair, slim, nice 7–inch (18 cm) uncut cock
Alfie	37,42,44	31	Manor caretaker	6'3" (191 cm) – Blonde, supremely British, nice abs, 8–inch (20 cm) uncut cock
Poppy	37,38,42,44	30	Manor caretaker and Alfie's wife	5'7" (170 cm) – Blonde, model gorgeous, B cup
Jase	40,41,45	Thirties	Dionysus caretaker – Ileana's husband	6'3" (191 cm) – Dark hair, Greek, well–built, 6–inch (15 cm) uncut cock
Ileana	40,41,45	Thirties	Dionysus caretaker – Jase's wife	5'7" (170 cm) – Dark hair, Greek, sexy, C cup
Aaron	42,45	Thirties	Rabbi and Mikka's husband	6'3" (191 cm) – Tall, stately, thin, 6–inch (15 cm) cut cock
Mikka	42,45	Thirties	School director and Aaron's wife	5'1" (155 cm) – Trim, smaller B cups
Gibor	42,45	13	Aaron and Mikka's son	5'7" (170 cm) – Aaron's mini–me, 7–inch (18 cm) thick cut cock
Lia	43,44	Thirties	Geologist	5'5" (165 cm) – thin, sexy, A cup
Carlina	43,45	7	Romeo's daughter	4'4" (132 cm) – barely tall enough, blonde, cute, smart as hell
Nadal	44	Twenties	Nanny	5'10" (178 cm) – curvy, sexy, C cup
Duarte	44	Twenties	Nanny and Nadal's boyfriend	5'9" (175 cm) – swarthy, stocky, 7–inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock
Kasen	44,45	Forties	Vino island caretaker	5'10" (178 cm) – slim, tanned, athletic, 6–inch (15 cm) cut cock
Carl	44	Forties	Lia's husband	6'1" (185 cm) – German, stoic, friendly, 7–inch (18 cm) cut cock
Jerry	44	13	Lia and Carl's son	5'7" (170 cm) – sexy German stud boy, 6–inch (15 cm) cut cock
Mallory	44	9	Lia and Carl's daughter	4'11" (150 cm) – cute, flat, fun
Gan	44	Forties	Thailand vintner	5'9" (175 cm) – stocky, Thai, fun, 5–inch (13 cm) thin uncut cock
Heather (H2)	45	Twenties	Heather (H1)'s girlfriend. School teacher	5'9" (175 cm) – thin, model beautiful, A cup, amazing
Bentley	45	Thirties	Drill sergeant in the new military	6'0" (183 cm) – Muscular, fun but stern, sexy, 8–inch (20 cm) thick cut cock
Glen	45	13	Bentley's son	5'8" (173 cm) – just like his Dad, 6–inch (15 cm) thick cut cock
Grey	45	10	Bentley's son	5'5" (165 cm) – the even smaller version. 5–inch (13 cm) thick cut cock
Della	45	9	Bentley's daughter	4'4" (132 cm) – cute as hell, funny, fun
Alfonso	45	Thirties	Leslie's Aide	6'1" (185 cm) – military bearing, crew cut graying hair, 8–inch (20 cm) thick uncut cock
Audo	45	Forties	Head of the Army	5'11" (180 cm) – Husky but muscular, German, Dark hair, 7–inch (18 cm) thin cut cock
Adela	45	Thirties	School administrator	5'9" (175 cm) – big and strong, well–built, C cup
Conrad	45	12	Audo and Adela's son	5'5" (165 cm) – looks like his Mom, with a 5–inch (13 cm) thin cut cock
Carol	45	9	Audo and Adela's daughter	4'11" (150 cm) – damn good looking, dark hair, nipple bumps, sexy
Reed	45	Forties	Head of the Navy	5'8" (173 cm) – skinny, strong, 5–inch (13 cm) thin cock
Roya	45	Forties	Reed's wife and family doctor	5'7" (170 cm) – skinny like Reed, short blonde hair, B cup
Adam	45	11	Reed and Roya's son	5'2" (157 cm) – thin, strong, fun, 4–inch (10 cm) thin cock
Alissa	45	9	Reed and Roya's daughter	4'11" (150 cm) – cute as hell twins, flat, bubbly
Arilla	45	9	Reed and Roya's daughter	4'11" (150 cm) – cute as hell twins, flat, bubbly
Chantou	45	Thirties	Head of the Air Force	5'5" (165 cm) – Petite, powerful, A cup
Many	45	Thirties	Chantou's husband and a groundkeeper	5'7" (170 cm) – Outdoor guy, tan, thin but strong, 5–inch (13 cm) thin cut cock
Phary	45	10	Chantou and Many's daughter	5'0" (152 cm) – dark hair, simply stunning, puffies.
Kosal	45	9	Chantou and Many's son	4'7" (140 cm) – outgoing, good looking, 3–inch (8 cm) average cut cock
Cara	45	Thirties	Head of the Police force	5'5" (165 cm) – weightlifter, strong, great looking, A cup
Cael	45	Thirties	Cara's husband and police training officer	5'9" (175 cm) – weightlifter too, also great looking, 7–inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock
Bailey	45	16	Cara and Cael's son	5'11" (180 cm) – taller than his Dad, works out, 8–inch (20 cm) very thick uncut cock
Casey	45	15	Cara and Cael's daughter	5'6" (168 cm) – red hair, smoking hot, looked a lot like Amy (but taller), C to D cup
Gilroy	45	12	Cara and Cael's son	5'7" (170 cm) – close to his Dad's twin, 6–inch (15 cm) thick uncut cock
Kaleigh	45	12	Cara and Cael's daughter	5'3" (160 cm) – sweet, funny, cute, A cup
Max	45	8	Cara and Cael's son	4'6" (137 cm) – cute, funny, impossible to tell from Martan, 3–inch (8 cm) uncut cock
Martan	45	8	Cara and Cael's son	4'6" (137 cm) – cute, funny, impossible to tell from Max, 3–inch (8 cm) uncut cock
Melissa	45	Twenties	3rd and 4th grade teacher	5'6" (168 cm) – Blonde, bubbly, sexy, C cup
Dace	45	Twenties	9th grade teacher	6'4" (193 cm) – thin, mixed, 7–inch (18 cm) thick cock
Linh	45	Twenties	5th grade teacher	5'3" (160 cm) – stunning, Asian, petite, A cup
Jesus	45	Twenties	Kindergarten teacher	5'7" (170 cm) – Hispanic God, muscular, ripped, 4–inch (10 cm) cock
Jamie	45	9	Student that fucks H2	5'0" (152 cm) – dark hair, cute, shy, 5–inch (13 cm) thin cock
Don	45	Twenties	9th grade teacher	6'2" (188 cm) – Blonde, surfer boy, ripped, 9–inch (23 cm) monster cock
Nan	45	4	9th grade student	3'8" (112 cm) – cute, bubbly, fun

9 December 2018

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Tim Buchanan