2 Mar 2020

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A double date

Somehow Horacio and I are on a double-date with my new neighbors. It all started when we went over to Sonny and Josh's. None of that is important. Horacio and I are friends and love to fuck. Lunch is good too.

I do love my neighbors though. You're either picturing a twenty or thirty something couple, or maybe their kids.

Not exactly. Our school system is cranking out some pretty spectacular people now, of all ages. Think Gabe and Carlina when they first started dating.

Oh, they were living together, but not married. Yet.

Riva and Duval. They're from a small town in southern France and have been best friends their entire life. Once they graduated, they moved here to Robertville. Riva is the new attending at the Robertville hospital. In a bit of stereotype bending, Duval is a nurse.

Did I mention that Riva is 9 years old? Duval is an old man of 11.

Their entire life wasn't an exaggeration. They're brother and sister too.

Do you know how you're going out with a group and trying to figure out where to go? That's tough when you live in a small town with a half dozen choices.

Imagine if lunch included any part of the world where they would be serving food. Maybe lunch. Maybe breakfast. Maybe dinner. Food at a time when we want it.

So, we started with the type of food.

"How about Mexican?" I suggested. They both looked at each other.

"Oh God," said Horacio. "You've never had Mexican. Then it is decided."

Then Horacio and I bickered about where. God we sounded like the married couple. We narrowed it down to Mexico City, Puerto Vallarta, or Austin. We decided on Texas, but Houston.

The original Ninfa's.

The only challenge was we couldn't have margaritas, but we were flying, so..

We needed a place to land and the choices were a bit barren. Most helicopter pads will work, but nothing was available, even at the medical center. We noticed there was a small university across the street. Rice University. I looked it up and it is one heck of a school.

So, I called them. I asked if there was a spot we could park our plane for the day. That's not as confusing a question anymore. It almost guarantees they know you're from Dionysus. Sometimes they moan. The woman I spoke to was very sweet and suggested that we park next to the other plane right in front of the main administration building.

Other plane? That's weird. We flew over and sure enough, there was a nice E-82 already on the ground. I knew that particular E-82 well.

That's Bob's plane. We landed just as Bob sauntered out of the front door with Pari.

OK, I moaned. Her name is sensual. It is.

We came down the stairs and I was a bit stunned.

Bob's in a suit. A really nice suit.

Bob looks good enough to fuck. Oh yeah. Pari is in a gorgeous wrap dress in bold colors. It really works for her.

"What are you guys doing here?" asked Bob, immediately followed with introducing himself to Riva and Duval, who were in a bit of shock. They shook it off well. We explained we were here for lunch and going to Ninfa's.

"Ninfa's is awesome," said Bob. "It's a good choice, since you can have a margarita." I just stared at him.

Bob laughed.

"You didn't look it up in our app, did you?" asked Bob, smiling. No, no I hadn't. Why does Pari own a Mexican restaurant in Houston?

Silly question.

"I assume they also stock a nice selection of IPAs?" I said. Yeah, everyone but Duval and Riva laughed. Pari gave them the short version.

"Listen," said Bob. "Come on in. We'll introduce you. We just finished the deal." He turned and started walking briskly, which is what Bob does. We were underdressed but fuck it. Bob is in charge. He took us in the administration building and introduced us around. Bob knew everyone, from the janitor sweeping the halls to the university president. He stopped to chat with the president's assistant on the way in. He made her laugh and blush.

Hot damn.

"Is this a consulate?" I asked and Bob smiled. The assistant was still staring at Bob. I walked over.

"Hi, I'm Diane," I said, sticking out my hand. She shook it vigorously.

"I'm Marybell," she said. "Are you from Dionysus?"

"Yes, we all are," I said. Oh, she scoped us out but kept coming back to Bob.

"Do I understand correctly that this is now part of the Dionysus school system?" I asked. She smiled big.

"Oh yes," she said, almost in a moan.

"Do you understand much about that yet?" I asked. She shook her head no but bit her lip. Marybell is a stunning woman.

"OK," I said. "We're going to have a lesson. Bob, come here." Bob walked over and gave Marybell his highest wattage smile.

"Bob is often clueless," I said, to Marybell. "He is terrible at reading signals or situations. He's a nerd at heart. So, if you want something from Bob, anything from Bob, just ask him and yes, that's exactly what I mean."

"I want you to fuck me until you can't anymore," blurted out Marybell. Bob laughed.

"Perfect. We like direct," said Bob. He held out his hand to her and she took it. They walked out briskly, and I saw Bob's plane take off.

Leaving Pari.

"Thanks Diane," said Pari. "That was my ride."

I gave her my killer smile. Her knees buckled a little.

"Oh, you're cumming with us," I said. "And that word was with a u." That made her laugh.

"You didn't have to explain that," she said, smiling. "I knew."

We offloaded our car while Pari went on board and changed. Of course, there are small closets. She came out in a romper that was clearly too small. She looked amazing.

"There wasn't one quite my size," she said, with another smile. Duval and Riva moaned.

OK, I did too. And yes, there was one in her size. We hopped in and headed to Ninfa's. We let Pari drive, since she clearly knew where it was. We walked in to cheers of "Pari".

This never gets old. It's just so completely ridiculous. I lived in a hovel in Cairo. Now I'm having lunch in Houston after flying over in my space plane. We weren't in any rush, so we started with appetizers. We hadn't even ordered our main course yet when Bob walked in.

"She had to get back to work," said Bob.

I have no doubt she would have an unproductive afternoon. Bob will do that to you.

"Still got any in ya?" asked Horacio and Bob laughed.

"At least a couple," he said, taking off his jacket. Damn. I could see he had a wifebeater t-shirt on under his dress shirt. He took off his tie too.

Then he took off the shirt, leaving the wife beater. Dress slacks, handmade shoes, a muscle t-shirt, and incredible biceps.

Yep, that's Bob.

"Go ahead and order a round. I'll be the designated pilot," said Bob. He's nice that way. We used to end up leaving planes all over the world. Now the courier service will pick them up and take them home for you. We like that. They'd pick up my plane.

We decided that to keep in the spirit, we needed margaritas. They're potent at Ninfa's. We ended up spending almost the entire afternoon. I think we sampled every meal on their menu.

I have to take one tangent. This was Pari's idea and they were trying it out. Mexican food is perfect. When my meal came out, it was like it was food for a Barbie doll. Not literally, but it was everything I ordered, but at about 1/4 the size. I'm all for small portions, but this was weird. Pari noticed and laughed. She handed me a laminated card.

It was instructions on how the process worked. They gave you your food in four portions. You were welcome to eat all four portions and even ask for a fifth or more at no charge. But you were charged for four. They were incredibly quick delivering each portion. At our table, we had one person eat one portion, two people eat two, and two people eat three. Hey, I was hungry. Nine portions.

At the end of the night they tallied it up. The next day they delivered all those meals at lunch and dinner to the homeless shelter nearby. You're thinking they sent big casseroles or something. Nope. Individually prepared meals, on the restaurant's china. It was all delivered and served by volunteers, many of whom worked in the restaurant.

No, wait, I left something out. The restaurant did a one to one match. So, if the patrons ended up donating 250 meals, which was average on a slow night, they'd send 500 meals.

"It costs us almost nothing," said Pari. "The part that the patrons donate would be in the trash. A decent percentage of our portion is from what we prepare near the end of the night. It actually makes it work. We stay ahead of the orders, so the deliveries are instant. Sometimes we overshoot. That's OK."

This was really cool. Then Bob shared a story. Pari clearly had not heard this story yet. As Bob told the story, Pari started to slowly blush. It was adorable that she did, but made no sense related to the story. Until it did. I'll let him tell it.

"A month or so after the program started, I really wanted to know how it was being received by the people actually at the shelter. Our patrons, because that's kind of how I think of it. Each meal just may have people enjoying it in different settings. It doesn't mean the experience has to be bad," said Bob. "So, I found my rattiest jeans and a stained shirt, after having not shaved for a couple weeks. I didn't bathe for a day or so. I might have overshot, but it worked. I arrived for lunch on a Tuesday. They welcomed me and recognized I was a first time customer. They asked if I'd like to take a shower after shopping in the donations closet for some fresher clothes.

"That seemed like a nice idea, although I kept the beard. I admit I am surprised no one recognized me. So, I go into the closet room and it is like a giant clothing store for all ages. Think a big warehouse outlet type store. Nice stuff that you would get at good prices. Except there weren't any cash registers. Just signs that said variations of the line Please take only what you need for you and your family. I found some shorts and a t-shirt and went into a men's locker room and got cleaned up. When I came out the other end, there was a podium, like at a nice restaurant, and an actual hostess. I recognized her, and I have suspicions she recognized me too, but she didn't react. I think that happened with most of the people that were helping.

"Because they all work here. This wasn't benches full of people eating gruel. This was a restaurant that looked remarkably like this one. A Ninfa's inside the shelter. They could order from menus, choosing whatever they wanted, and everyone could order four take home meals which were microwave ready, but made fresh daily. I had the lobster fajitas, with a side of queso, and it was quite good. On my way out, they steered me through a grocery store. It was the only way out. Carts, cloth bags, everything. Just no cash registers. It wasn't packed, but people were shopping. Single men and women. Families. A group of young teen boys. Everyone was quiet and respectful, and every single person was wearing new clothes that came out of that closet. Some were carrying bags of clothes. One woman was wheeling a bigger cart with three new car seats on it. The woman pushing the cart worked there. Leading the way was a woman carrying a baby and holding the hand of toddler. A slightly older child walked with them.

"I didn't need anything, so I walked outside. The woman unboxed each seat and climbed in and installed all three while the parents looked in. She taught them how to do it. It took at least a half hour. I saw four other people doing it too. They finally pulled a kid out and people would just drive in and he'd fetch the seats. He finally just cleaned out the inventory and put it outside. More team members came out. I walked over and asked if I could help. The first woman, who was in charge now, asked me if I knew how to install a car seat. I said that I did, so she asked me to show her. For the next hour, I installed car seats until they were almost out of seats.

"That's when an E-82 landed. The stairs dropped and all the people that were installing seats swarmed it, me included. We unloaded seat after seat, all with Costco or Target labels on them. I stayed out there and coordinated the landings. They were installing as fast as they could, and the stock boy and I made sure they never ran low on any seat. I was there for almost five hours until every single car that was in line had new seats. All through this, cart after cart of food and clothes were coming out and getting loaded into the cars. We worked until 8 and it was getting dark and it was time to close.

"The leader came over and pressed $200 in my hand. I tried to refuse but she wouldn't let me. Oh, one thing I forgot. While I was in there eating, I estimated at least a thousand people were eating. The food never stopped. I was there from 11 in the morning to 8 at night. No one was turned away. Everyone was fed whatever they wanted. It wasn't leftovers. They were cooking them all onsite. It had to have been ten or fifteen thousand meals.

"When I left, the handed me a voucher for a week at a nearby hotel. A nice, clean mid-priced hotel. I stayed for the entire week. I went back every day to help and got another $200 each day.

"That's quite a program that shelter has."

Pari was crimson she was so red.

"Over 24,000 served, and 110,000 sent home, on an average night," said Pari.

"God I love you," said Bob, to Pari. "I really do." Oh, he meant what she had done, but he meant her too.

When will they just get on with it? They're such an amazing trio. I did watch, because they held each other's eyes for a bit.

They're so damn cute. Oh, don't get me wrong, I love all of them. I do. But we're not a quad. Hell, if they were a quad, they'd need more cock. Amy and Pari. Bob is a strong man.

And that story is so Pari. It just is. I'd be willing to bet that if I found the largest shelter in every city in which Pari has a school, it would have an almost identical program. Everywhere. OK, I had to know and leaned over to Pari.

"Every city?" I asked and she smiled back. Damn that smile is amazing.

"We build it first," she said.

Of course, they do. Suddenly Pari started laughing.

"That finally explains it," said Pari. We all just looked at her and Bob laughed. Pari turned to us.

"Right about the same time, every person that is a volunteer, which is every person that works at the restaurant, got a bonus in their paycheck. $50,000. Each. Every single one of them reported the mistake to their manager. Everyone. The restaurant manager checked with finance and they were told that the bonus was planned," said Pari. "Planned, my ass. You did that."

"It is a very fine ass," said Bob, laughing.

"That has to be over a hundred people," said Riva. "That's millions." This time Pari laughed and shook her head.

"We have this program all over the world now. Over 1,100 cities. It employs a little over 150,000 people. They all got the bonus," said Pari. Duval and Riva looked shocked. I wasn't.

"That's $7.5 billion," said Riva. "Because they were nice to you." Pari smiled.

"That's what Bob does," said Pari, softly.

"Fuck that," said Bob. "I gave them a little reward. They got the reward because of you. Never forget that." He even leaned over and gave Pari a kiss. Quite a kiss.

"You actually missed out on another program that you would have learned about if you went back a little more," said Pari. "All the people working there. Every single one that you interacted with, including the hostess that recognized you, was homeless the first time we met them. When someone comes back more than once and is using the showers and wearing clean clothes and beginning to eat well, we offer them a job. Even if we don't have a job. We find one in the area and we sponsor them. We pay their wages for the first six months. At the end of that, if they've done well, they continue with the company. If not, we figure out why. The program has grown in the last six months, but we've already found jobs for almost 300,000 homeless people. They all have a place to live now too. Almost 70% of them are in school too. Three have graduated medical school. They're all going into our rural doctor program, where we pay for salaries physicians in smaller towns that couldn't otherwise receive medical care. We're ramping up the medical school program."

Holy shit.

No, I needed to say it out loud.

"Holy shit," I said at the same time as Bob. I cannot believe he got it out first. The horror. I walked over and climbed into his lap, facing him. I started kissing him pretty passionately. I put his hands on my breasts and he started kneading them and tweaking my nipples.

"Fuck him," said a little girl at the next table. She managed to get the entire restaurant to chant it. Fuck him, fuck him.

I love a good challenge. I sat back a bit and unzipped his pants. I pulled out his cock and it was throbbing. I lifted up and pulled my romper to the side and eased my way on, to cheers from the crowd. People were standing on their table now and that included all the employees. I started bouncing and kissing and groping. He managed to get his hand inside my romper and was stroking my clit. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and exploded, milking it out of Bob. I hopped up and off, pulling my romper back into place. I adjusted Bob and zipped him up.

As I was walking back to my chair, I heard the girl again.

"Squish squish," she said. Oh boy. She's read the journal. I quickly looked around. Everyone at our table turned and looked at the girl. So did one bus boy. I got up and headed over to him. I pulled out an empty chair from a table that only had three. A very attractive three. I sat down and spread my legs, still covered by my romper.

"What are you dying to say right now? Just say it," I said. He grinned at me and leaned over.

"I call cleanup," he said. The young girl had wandered over too.

"Cleanup!" she yelled to another cheer from the crowd. The young man got on his knees and pulled my romper to the side and dove right in. Somehow the girl managed to get his shorts off and had slid under and was blowing him.

That seemed nice. Suddenly he lifted up and the girl and I both got covered with cum.

"Cleanup!" came a little voice from the crowd. There was movement and the cutest young boy came out of the crowd. He couldn't have been much older than 5, but 5 is good. He was stripping as he walked. He had us both lie down. He started with the little girl. He kneeled over her, licking her clean while offering her his cock.

Which she eagerly sucked. The finally got her clean and he slid over to me and did the same. This time as I went over, he did too. He actually fell onto my chest when he was done. Which put him in the best position ever. I spread his little ass cheeks and dove right in, rimming him. He jumped a bit, then leaned back into me. I managed to push him through another orgasm by just rimming him.

It does feel nice.

I looked around and an orgy had broken out. Seriously. I couldn't see anyone in any direction that had clothes on. In a Mexican restaurant. I looked over and saw Pari hop off Bob and run over to a man that had just come into the restaurant. I looked closely and he had something stitched on his shirt. He also had a lanyard with a badge. Oh my.

The city inspector. This could be bad. But then it quickly evolved, and Bob was fucking the guy in his ass.

As they say, that escalated quickly.

It went on all night. I do laugh, because they closed down for a few days and ripped it out to the walls and replaced everything. Everything.

Then they posted a No orgies please sign. I laugh, because if you look closely, there is a small photo on that sign of the restaurant immediately after everyone went home. If you've ever seen an operating room after a patient has a bad bleeder you'll get the idea.

Except it wasn't red.

It was all white.

Ripped it to the walls.

A new city

You know what the means! We need a house. Oh, you expected Bob. Nope. Amy. You didn't see that coming. Or cumming. Well, it seemed that Horacio and their friends needed to get back. That meant it was Bob, Pari, and Diane in Houston.

Therefore, I am in Houston. I did invite Horacio to come back though.

We all love Horacio. And his skills. And his cock. It's not about the sex though. He is a genuinely nice person. He and Diane are cute together. Both figuratively and literally. Have you seen them naked?

No one enjoys Horacio's cock more than Bob. In the ass, you know. I'm actually going to pass this to Pari, because she arranged everything today. Houston is her town now.

Not really my entire town

Pari here. Of course, I am in love with them both so stop it. It will work out.

Houston is a good example of what we're doing and a good place to focus, so we were in the house buying mode. I was introducing three new people to Bob, Diane, and Horacio. The first is the new leader of the Texas operations, Betty Jo. Yeah, Betty Jo. She hates it. Bob will recognize her, because she was the hostess that led him to his seat. Both in the restaurant and at the shelter. Betty Jo was one of the first people through the door when the new shelter opened. She hung around a lot and helped and just was amazing. I offered her a job on the first day. She'd started on the cleaning crew but worked her way up to hostess in no time. All while finishing high school and college. Her story is grim.

Betty Jo is 17. Her parents threw her out of the house on her sixteenth birthday for coming out as bisexual, with her best girlfriend at the family table. Pushed her out the front door and deadbolted the locks. Nothing but the shorts and a t-shirt she had on. No identification, no money, no clothes. They never opened the door for her again. That was well over a year ago. She told me that she couched surfed for a while, but eventually ran out of people that would do it, so for the last 8 months had been on the streets.

A pretty 17-year-old blonde ex-cheerleader. It didn't go well. What was worse was the protection racket being run by the local cops. They'd throw you into the system or leave you alone. It all depended on how good the suck and fuck was. They were sadistic shits too. Betty Jo encouraged me to go onto a tangent here, but it feels immodest. I'll do it, but I freaking did it for her and others like her. Not just the girls either. The cops loved to fuck the boys in the ass. Without lube. They had a contest to see which boy bled out his ass more.

Their treatment of the transgender kids was the worst. Houston had a problem with transgender homeless kids being murdered. Fourteen murders.

We solved them all. Everyone a cop. Eight of the dead were the same cop.

The Chief of Detectives.

But let me back up, because I am sort of critical to the story. I didn't hear this story from Betty Jo for weeks after I hired her. She was still on the streets and still being raped. Repeatedly.

I should have known. Construction on dorms attached to the shelter started that day, but I took Betty Jo home with me. I had realized all day that she was moving oddly. Like she was stiff, or sore. It got progressively worse and she had a pronounced limp. I made her sit down and sat across from her at the table and waited. She would tell me, or she wouldn't. The waiter dropped off chips, salsa, and queso and some warm tortilla shells. Amy taught me to tear up tortillas and dip them in the queso.

So, I did. I just ate my appetizer and waited. Finally, she let out a big sigh and the entire story came out. The first thing I did was call the Attorney General. Of the United States.

Hunter. He was appalled and brought the head of the FBI into the call. Betty Jo and I refused to go to the Houston FBI office. She said that the cops have ears in the local office.

It just kept getting worse. We flew to DC, which certainly startled Betty Jo, and met with the head of the FBI investigative unit that covered bad cops. Meni is an impressive woman and took it very seriously. I'll share that first conversation.

We did all the introductions, and she quickly caught on that I was the Minister of Education for Dionysus. Somehow she also knew of our homeless program. For her, it was just a fact. Did I mention that Meni is 10? Even the US is changing their hiring for students from our schools. I suspect that Hunter being the AG had some influence too.

Then again, Chris is the President.

"These situations are notoriously difficult to break and even more difficult to prosecute," said Meni, who also happens to be a graduate of Dionysus Harvard Law school. "What it really needs is someone with insurmountable integrity going undercover." When she said that, she just stared at me.

"OK," I said. Betty Jo looked at me.

"What do you mean OK?" said Betty Jo. "You can't be thinking of doing this."

"Betty Jo," I said. "I won't allow it to happen to another person. So yes, I will. And then this task force is going to expand, and kids from all over Dionysus are going undercover and we're going to clean shit up."

"But you'll get hurt!" she cried. This was a tough situation, because I knew I wouldn't. I'm powerful. Then again, I was going to have to let them do some things that were pretty violent if I wanted a conviction. The sex didn't bother me, forced or not. I could deal with that. The challenge was going to be more physical. As in I don't bruise. At all. Hit me as hard as you want, and it won't connect. I'm better about it now, and it feels like the punch hit, to the puncher.

We spent a week planning it all. I didn't bathe for that week. People came all over me that week.

Still didn't bathe. By the end of the week, I smelled. Bad. Even to me. No one wanted to fly to Houston with me. Finally, a plane landed. An old E-62. With Bob flying it. We were meeting at the outdoor break spot.

They wouldn't allow me inside anymore.

Bob sat down next to me and I got a hug and a kiss.

"You'll have to throw those clothes away," I said. He laughed.

"Might have to throw the plane away too," he said, pointing at it. Well, that explains the E-62.

"But you'll need one more thing once we're there," said Bob. "A bad attempt at covering it up." He handed me a can. Of Axe.

Oh God. I wasn't sure I could do that.

Finally, tonight was the night. I was in shorts, with holes, and a t-shirt, also with holes. Nothing under it.

"You smell and your clothes are filthy, and you're still sexy AF," commented Meni. "That's a dangerous combination." She and the rest rode down in a different plane. I didn't blame them. I was ready and had a ratty old backpack with some clothes that were worse than these. And smelled too. We went outside and I liberally sprayed the Axe. Well, that might keep me safe. Who would freaking fuck me now?

It turned out that was a prophetic thought.

I found my way to an under bridge encampment that Betty Jo told me about. I just sat over to the side, watching. I finally fell asleep. Early in the morning, I'd guess about 0300, we heard sirens and the place lit up. The bridge was getting rousted. They were shooing everyone away, after clearly checking them out. You could tell they wanted a type.

It turned out I was the type.

I ended up with two cops holding me and two older cops looking at me.

"Oh God," said the one with a star on his collar. "She's perfect." The other guy, who had captains' bars, laughed.

"She freaking stinks!" he said. Finally, they threw me in the back of a transport. They'd rousted everyone else. The van wasn't empty though. There was a young boy, dressed a bit like I was, and smelling really bad.

Horacio.

I didn't even acknowledge him. I sat as far away as I could. We drove and drove, and you could kind of tell we were way out in the country when we heard a garage door open up and we went inside. The doors didn't open until we heard the garage door go back down. They pulled us out and there must have been thirty people in the garage. Most were dressed casually, but some were in uniform. About 25 guys and 5 or so women. One woman walked up to us.

"Strip," she said. I started to object, and she took a swing at me. Hard. Right to the face. I rode it out and fell to the ground. Horacio went after her.

A bunch of people piled on and started hitting us and ripping our clothes off. Suddenly there was a gunshot, and everyone stopped. They got up and I could see the dude with the star holding a gun that he had just fired into the ceiling.

"We don't want them dead," he said.

"At least yet," said the woman, to laughter from the group. They're a fun group, for sure. They dragged us through a single door into the backyard.

And used the hose on us. It was freaking cold. It hurt, or it would have a normal person, so we danced around screaming. Finally, we were clean enough and the dragged us inside and made us take actual showers and wash our hair. Horacio got hard, which I took as a compliment, and the group seemed to appreciate.

Then they fucked us. Every single one of them. No lube. No foreplay. Just fucked us. Horacio was forced to fuck the women, but always in a train where he was getting fucked. Yes, it was extreme for us to do this, but worth it. They hadn't taken out my cheap dime store earrings, which was good, given they were capturing live audio and video.

Then they had a big argument.

One group wanted to keep us around. We were good fucks as they put it. The other, larger group wanted to kill us now.

Too risky to keep us around, as they put it. It felt like time, and I looked at Horacio and I got a big grin.

Then we beat the shit out of the entire group. It wasn't pretty. I was angry. So was Horacio. Nothing permanent. We knew better. But they were battered and bruised.

Particularly their testicles.

Finally, I called in reinforcements and they were all taken away. When asked, Horacio and I both said that we didn't know what happened. Somehow the video failed at that point. Yes, we were wrong to do it, but we were so right to do it.

They all screamed that we beat them up. Have you seen us? We're kids. No one believed them.

I could go through the whole process, but we simplified it. We're Dionysus citizens. My earrings have GPS. As soon as we arrived at the remote location, Bob declared it a consulate.

In other words, Dionysus law applies. We had to build a bigger space jail. A much bigger space jail.

Pari and Horacio are heroes

All the kids that did this are. It was ugly, but effective. They did this in over 100 cities. We ended up with convictions of over 4,000 people. What surprised me is that over 40% were women. One thing made me smile. Pari worked with all the affected departments and funded special training programs for the homeless to join the force.

I love that kid. Oh, this is Amy again. I'm going to backup though and tell the story of that same day. Actually, the next day. All these crises developed, so we ended up with a couple quiet days. Everyone went home and I joined Bob and Pari in Houston. Yes, yes, it felt wonderful. It felt right. Regardless of the future, we love Pari with all our heart and her family knows it and trusts us.

We spent the first morning looking for a house. Hey, we like houses. The Houston office of Sotheby's is run by Martha. Martha's son Marty works for her and was our agent for the day. We just introduced ourselves as Amy, Pari, and Bob and didn't make a big deal out of it. He either didn't know who we were, or more likely was really good at respecting our privacy. We took our car because of traffic. He loved that it could fly. I have to say, he is a twenty-something hunk. I noticed. Pari noticed.

Bob noticed too. OK, it was pretty clear that he had scoped us out. All three of us. The world, even outside our country, is more aware of powerful young women now. Pari, even if he didn't know who she was, is a powerful young woman and it is so clear. She's also everything you could ask for. Smart, funny, compassionate, hard-working.

And sexy. Really freaking sexy. I know I'm attractive, but at 11, I wasn't Pari attractive. She is a force. The whole package. We are surrounded by powerful young women and men that are simply amazing. You can rattled off a lengthy list. Chris, who just happens to be the president of the freaking United States. Orlando, who is the president of Russia. They're 15 and 17. I know, you know all this.

I really love Pari. Not the way I love Chris and Orlando.

The way I love Bob.

We'll get there.

Anyway, back to Marty. The first house he showed us was right on Kirby. Pretty nice. Almost 24,000 square feet. Almost 3,000 square meters. It has nine bedrooms, eleven full baths, and four half baths.

Nice. Right in River Oaks. We found a slightly smaller house, at 14,000 square feet and five bedrooms, but on an acre and a half, which we liked. We could always treat it as a teardown, right? One house was quite nice but had a two-car garage. Yeah, right.

In the end, we went an entirely different route. Kind of an odd one for us. As nice as River Oaks is, it is a bit pretentious. Yeah, yeah, we're rich and have huge houses, but I don't think we're pretentious. Are we? God I hope not.

Anyway, we just loved the area around Rice. Hey, we own the university, so the proximity would be perfect. The challenge was that they were all 4 and 5 bedroom houses in the 5,000 square foot range.

OK, that sounded really pretentious, but it isn't a matter of size, it is a matter of fun. Rooms in the app, remember? It was Pari that came up with the solution. Are you surprised? There were two very nice homes for sale next door to each other. They're on a cul-de-sac and actually backup to the university. There were five houses on the cul-de-sac. So, we did what we do.

We offered simply stupid money for them all, contingent on them all accepting.

They all accepted. Stupid money, remember? I think it helped that we found similar homes nearby for sale and offered to buy them outright for the sellers. In other words, they made stupid money selling us their house and we bought them a similar house nearby. A free house.

For some reason that worked. Imagine that.

The nicest of them all was not only vacant but furnished. We moved right in. We do that, you know.

The three of us christened the master bedroom. Vigorously. The three of us together are incredible. Don't get me wrong, I love time with just Bob. For that matter, I love time with just Pari. The three of us together is incredible. We started the christening at 1300. 1 pm.

We finished at 1900. 7 pm.

It was pretty damn well christened. I laughed, because we went back to our hotel for the night. We'd kind of gotten every bed in the house too wet to sleep in. We extended the christening.

We're close. We know it.

My first time with Bob

This is Greta. I did say I might come back and tell this story. My story is simpler than what you just read, but Amy insisted I tell it. OK, strongly suggested. Amy would never force anyone to do anything.

Although there was one time in a helicopter.

The story began the day after I lost my virginity to Eddie. People just wandered off as the night got late. Some left. Some found a bedroom or a lounge. Some slept on the beach. It is a pretty good thing they've got here. I ended up with Eddie, Tosha, and Nyusha, in a huge bedroom in the house several doors down.

Bill's house. Which they use as a guest house because Bill is 4. The excess consumption is overwhelming to me but every damn house they have is carbon negative and that is really confusing.

The story Greta.

When we all woke back up, I learned more about recovery. Eddie was all recovered. Nyusha and Tosha helped in a myriad of ways, but they told Eddie he was all for me. They ordered their shared boyfriend to repeatedly fuck me until he had no more in him. I was told I was a fast learner.

While Eddie was fucking me in the ass. Then I learned about DP. With Nyusha in the back and Tosha in the front. I'm afraid I bit down just a little on Eddie's cock, which was in my mouth at the time. Lots of firsts.

Finally, Eddie was completely worn out and all four of us were just covered with cum. We hadn't done cleanup at all. Just left it puddled.

"Let's go have breakfast," said Eddie. He got up and headed for the bedroom door and the other two followed him. They finally realized I was still in the bed.

"Oh, we're sorry," said Nyusha. "It is customary if you stay in the guest house to arrive for breakfast covered in cum. Queen Amy and King Bob and sometimes others like to clean us off. But we can shower. It is not a requirement or anything."

I freaking like their customs. Oh, I hopped up and headed towards the door past them. They had to catch up.

I had the opportunity for royalty to lick cum off of me and I wasn't going to miss it. I have no idea how I found this in me, because if you'd asked me a week ago about this situation, I would have hidden in my bedroom for two weeks so it couldn't happen, just in case.

Now I am walking down a nice sidewalk, with three naked friends, covered with cum. Other people were coming out of several surrounding houses. All naked. The vast majority with cum on them. How in the hell does your society reach the point where naked and cum covered is the attire for breakfast?

I sure don't know, but I know I like it. A family came down the sidewalk from a house and joined us walking. We did the introductions. Chantou and her husband Many. Chantou leads the Air Force. Their two kids Phary and Kosal were with them.

All cum covered. It's a thing.

"May I?" asked Phary. I didn't know what she meant, and she quickly figured it out. "I'm sorry, I should have been clearer. May I lick a little off?"

The rest of our group almost knocked me down I stopped so quickly. Phary was small, like me, and leaned over and licked a stripe, going right over my nipple. Then she came back and started sucking my nipple. She looked up long enough to tell me to say stop if she went too far.

I wasn't saying a word. She alternated nipples and then slipped two fingers in me. Finally, she started gently rubbing my clit with her thumb.

I had an explosive orgasm on the sidewalk. I left quite a puddle.

Wow.

We finally moved on and got to the house. There were people everywhere. Some still had cum. Some had cum with stripes. I had cum with the areas around my breasts clean. Amy and Bob walked up, holding hands. They are freaking gods.

"Good morning. It looks like you're feeling a little more comfortable," said Amy.

"Phary fingered me to an incredible orgasm out on the sidewalk. I squirted so much it left a puddle," I said. Wow, that sounded ridiculous. Pompous. It was just factual.

"Well wasn't that fun," said Amy. "Are you familiar with our custom? Would you like Bob or me to lick it off? Maybe both of us?"

Suddenly I am a bold little thing.

"I would love for you to lick it off while I am bouncing on Bob's cock," I said. Wait, Bob looks uncomfortable.

"Sounds great to me," said Amy. "Bob, what's up? Something is bothering you."

"Well, I um, uh, you see," mumbled Bob. Well this sucks.

"You don't find me attractive. I get it," I said. I think it came out a little snarky. Bob gave me a luminous smile and pointed at his hard cock.

"That is clearly not the problem," said Bob. "I just. I can't explain it." Then Amy started laughing.

"You're star struck. That's it. You admire Greta so much that you're having a problem getting past it," said Amy. Bob actually blushed.

"You're the freaking King of Dionysus. You may be, no you are, the most powerful person in the world. Get over it and fuck me. Now," I said, in my forceful voice.

So, he did. Oh God how he did. We did start with me bouncing on his cock and quite a cock it is. Amy and Pari both licked me. I started my first orgasm about 2 seconds in and never stopped until Bob came inside me. I insisted.

I wanted to feel it.

Then he cleaned it all out. By himself. And kissed it all to me. When he slid up to kiss me, he was hard again and slipped right in. Which is how we fucked again, while making out.

This time he came all over me.

"Stand aside. Make room. Coming through," said a voice. "We got this."

Which is why I am now very, very clean. That was Nylah. With Colby.

Did you know they both have exceptions? And are quite skilled. I do.

Colby's cock. Well, I'll leave it there.

I know most people's stories are longer, but I'll keep this short. The thought that Bob was starstruck about me is ludicrous.

Although it does make me smile. Bob likes my smile.

International Labour Organization

Chris here. We just got the strangest letter from the International Labour Organization, which is an agency of the United Nations. It was delivered to the Dionysus UN ambassador's office, with a copy for the UN ambassador and the Prime Minister, but they just had our titles, not our names. I'm feeling that maybe this special agency isn't quite up on global politics. They asked for us to testify and demanded we bring typical child workers to testify. Yes, the italics was theirs, not mine. They weren't messing around because the hearing was in 3 days. We were being summoned to a tribunal in Geneva.

Well sure, I can clear my calendar. I'm not doing anything that day. My day job is just President of the freaking United States. I think that is my official title. Including the freaking. Carlina would go with me, of course. We needed two typical child workers. OK, how about we go with Ruby, who owns Inditex and H&M and as a side job runs Target and Costco. Did no one mention she bought H&M too? Her other side gig is the Secretary of Commerce of the US.

Who should our fourth be? How about the largest owner of auto manufacturing in the world? Remember, we put things in their name. Belen. GM, Ford, Fiat, Mercedes, VW, Hyundai, Toyota. Oh, did that last one surprise you? Well, once prices started to fall... I suspect she has bought more, and I don't even know yet.

I also wanted to set the tone, so invited all the members of the tribunal to an outdoor reception and dinner at our house on Lake Geneva, the night before our testimony. We insisted they bring their spouse and their children. One small detail was that we didn't own a house on Lake Geneva. The reception was tomorrow night. I did the only thing I could do.

I texted Dad. He was on it. He wouldn't embarrass me. I coordinated Ruby, Carlina, and Belen and yes, I did it myself. This wasn't a US government problem, and I was careful about that. I was going to have to bring a Dionysus assistant on my team. I texted Mom to hire me one. Family is wonderful. My family is wonderful. I did laugh. Twenty minutes after I texted Mom, Amy Lou showed up. She was here until they found someone permanent. She said that they were ensuring that the person was an American citizen as they would need clearance.

Amy Lou already had clearance. Getting clearance for what the world considered kids was challenging.

I'll pass the pen to Dad for a minute. He likes telling these stories.

I do like these stories

Bob here. OK, that title is pretty literal. This was an interesting project. I called my best broker in Europe and told her my goals. I first had her check a specific house that I'd found on, um, Google. It had been for sale years ago but was perfect. It turned out it was for sale, for stupid money. I could give you a story about how I negotiated them down, but I needed it fast and I paid almost asking. That all happened while I was in the air and I was only in the air for 20 minutes. I landed at the house only to discover that while it was spectacular, it was also empty.

Oops.

Back on the phone. I called the assistant phone and Mary Lou answered. I explained the situation. She left Desta to work on figuring out where to buy furniture that could be delivered today. She and Shin hopped in a plane and headed this way, intending to land in the parking lot of the store that Desta chose. They would prep them for the scope of the project. It is a 14,000 square foot house with 8 bedrooms. Radinka was working on the catering and getting the pantry stocked, including wine. Lots and lots of wine. I spoke to her and she had it under control. She would be here within the hour, once things were arranged.

Ya gotta have furniture

Shin and Mary Lou here. Sorry, Mary Lou on the pen. We landed in the parking lot of Grange. They carried a number of different lines, all modern, all spectacular. More important, the tags all showed if they had them in stock. We needed everything. Just everything. We went straight to the manager. I think he wanted to dismiss two young kids until he saw two things. The first was our black Amex. The second was the E-82 in his parking lot. That will get your attention. We shopped at super speed with their interior designer. If you go all the way back in the journal to Curt and his team, that was our experience. They were wonderful and seemed to appreciate that we were both fluent in French.

I did hear a moan or two when I mentioned we were from Dionysus. Hey, we're cute. We know it. If only they knew about Amy Lou. I think the manager would have cum in his pants. I'm not so sure he didn't already. Then again, he seemed to like Shin too. We all do, why shouldn't he?

So, furniture was under control and I checked, and catering was too. Later today a large delivery would arrive from the grocery too. We'd stay in a hotel tonight, which Shin had already thoughtfully arranged. By 1000 tomorrow, the house would be setup.

But then I realized it really wouldn't. The house had a car showroom. It was kind of like a small museum. If our goal was lived in, the museum needed cars. Bob said to raid The Manor in Oxfordshire. He said it had a great selection. We sent Horacio and Belen. Sure, we pulled the CEO of the Dionysus Auto Group to help us pick some cars.

Suddenly planes kept dropping from the sky. Smart. Horacio and Belen hadn't gone anywhere. Well, Belen didn't. Well she did. She came here. She had to for the testimony anyway. She'd roped in a dozen pilots and had cars arriving from around the world. Everything from older, like a perfect Muira, to leading edge and cool. She brought in six cars that literally didn't exist yet. They were design studies nearing production.

Too bad we're exploiting kids so.

Did I mention we invited all the pilots to stay too? Orlando, Grace, Leslie, Hallie, Hunter, Luca, Tegan, Nan, Maite, and Elena. They would all be at the reception.

It turned out we had a couple hours of downtime. Yay.

I can't possibly go into all the details, but Amy Lou and I teamed up. We like to do that. We started with Nan and worked our way up to Bob. By age. All of them. Repeatedly.

I love my job.

LAKE Geneva, right?

Shin here. I took this task on myself after confirming no one else had the assignment. Finding someone that would build huge boat lifts that afternoon was challenging.

Stupid money said it was possible. I needed to arrange boats and waverunners. The simplest solution was to take existing stuff and drop it all out of a C-112. I started with a big boat and the largest boat I could get quickly and would fit in the plane. It is a darn nice boat with four queen staterooms and eight double staterooms. Of course, this was an ion-powered model. Silent and self-sufficient. It was also 173 feet long. That was the limit.

We would have the reception on the boat.

I also dropped a Searay SLX 400. A beautiful 40-foot open bow. I like big open bow boats, so I dropped a Midnight Express 37 too. If I have time for another trip, I'd drop the new Midnight Express 60 too. After all, they were making a point.

I can't forget waverunners. I pulled waverunners from Bob and Amy's house on Prometheus. Those weren't being used much but they're all ion powered too. Everything I brought was.

Remember, ion power was invented mostly by kids.

How can I forget Starfleet?

Chris again. I invited Aja too. The Admiral of Starfleet. I told her to wear her uniform. She missed the fun but arrived in her Admiral romper.

Come on. Her Admiral romper.

I even had the house pulled off the grid. It did take two cubes. It's a big house.

By mid-day before the big party, we were ready. Given Dad was involved, the night started at 1500. An afternoon and evening party for them all. Swimsuit casual with their kids. We knew bureaucrats though. They'd show up well-dressed and only the kids would be in swimsuits. We made sure we had a huge closet room ready.

They were getting wet. No, no, not that way. Well maybe, once they saw us. Sorry, that was immodest. True, but immodest.

Speaking of kids. Oh, we loaded up with more kids. Tomorrow's testimony should be anticlimactic. You know the earlier ones, but we had a lot of others. Tomas, Rachel, Ray. Dozens of kids from 3 to 17. My younger sibs. Luke and Cassie. Nylah and Colby.

Jessica and Bill.

Jessica and Bill are a great example. They'd started the JB Foundation. It was focused on support for exceptional children, starting at age 1. One. It was their passion. They had both completed master's in early childhood development because they thought it would help. Bill was doing his residency in Boston. We're exploiting the hell out of him, right?

Sure. A doctor. At 4. He was focusing on pediatrics because, as he put it, it would be helpful if he could fuck and get fucked by his patients. That might be considered non-traditional, but I saw his point. Heck, I couldn't wait. I knew they'd petition soon. No, that's not fair. They petitioned about weekly. I knew Mom would approve it soon. She pretty much had to. We wouldn't mention the fucking at the reception.

I have the pen back because Shin and Mary Lou are too horny to write.

I admit I think that is an acceptable reason. I'm always horny. Being President is limiting.

Not last night. Last night was not limiting. I think I'm actually sore. Hey, I had to make up for lost time. Or lost sex. Or something.

Sore. Me.

People started arriving right at our starting time, which was confusing. I guess part of it was being Swiss, but part of it was the house on the lake and, to be blunt, the opportunity to mingle with sexy bikini and speedo clad preteens. They weren't even subtle about it. Did I mention Mom and Dad weren't invited? Neither were Morgan or Sophia. Shit, Grace has to leave.

Just then an F-81 lifted off and Grace waved at me.

She turned 18. No adults. Not one.

Now I'm the President of the United States, so I wore a tankini. Complete with a damn top. Who wears a damn top? OK, I guess the President does. Too bad. They would have all enjoyed my puffies. I made a beeline to the head of the commission. I dragged Ruby and Belen with me, to start. Well excuse me, but Belen didn't have a top on. Yeah, the dude got hard. A 95-year-old with erectile dysfunction would have gotten hard. Sorry, you didn't need that visual.

The party was a huge success.

For their kids. The adults clearly felt out of place and the entire thing confused them. My favorite was a lengthy conversation about the global auto industry. It was between Belen and the Deputy Commission Head. Yes, titles like that. Now if you closed your eyes, Belen's knowledge and skill just oozed out and there is no way you believed she is 11. Then you opened your eyes and there was Belen, wearing bikini bottoms, with Nan sitting on her shoulders.

Nan was not wearing bikini bottoms. Or anything else. She was also wiggling. Against Belen's neck. Even the Deputy Commission Head, the DCH as it were, knew an orgasm when she saw one. Was she offended that a 6-year-old girl just mewed through an orgasm?

No. She was jealous. They were all jealous. It is an accomplished, sexy group.

The fact that I was the President did seem to confuse them a bit. What hole do they live in? I guess what confused them wasn't that I personally was President, but that I am 15.

I guess I appear older. With a damn top.

The party lasted very late and we ensured everyone got home safely. Before we did, we extended an invitation of a sleepover. To the kids.

We have no child workers

Well here we go. Chris on the pen. We'll see if last night helped. From the looks on the commissioners faces it didn't seem like it did. In fact, the chairman looked angry. He started with an opening statement about the egregious crimes against children that were being perpetrated against the children of Dionysus. Oh, got it. He didn't like that he was missing out on all the great sex. No, seriously. The way he tented his pants last night I'll bet he was hopeful. He went home frustrated and is going to take it out on us. It didn't help that his wife had agreed that their two children could attend tonight's sleepover. I'm pretty sure he wanted to attend too.

Fuck him. He finished his opening statement and I got to give mine.

"Good afternoon. My name is Chris Hayden. Many of you know me because of the different roles I have held in the administration of the Kingdom of Dionysus. I have dedicated my life to public service. You may be aware of the foundation named after my parents, who tragically lost their lives in an accident. I was adopted by Bob and Amy, the king and queen, and everything in my life since that fateful day has been to my benefit.

"I suspect you are all aware I am also the President of the United States and I don't feel particularly exploited. I brought a number of recognizable people with me, none of whom are yet 18 years old. I have Ruby, who is the CEO of both Target and Costco, and also runs the fashion houses H&M and Inditex. She is also the US Secretary of Commerce. I also have with me Belen, who is the CEO and owner of the largest automaker in the world and is revolutionizing transportation. I brought Carlina, who won the most recent Nobel Peace prize. I could have brought Nan and Tegan, who have won a Nobel Physics prize, or Aja who designed and built the world's first Starship. Perhaps Rylee, whose advancements in artificial intelligence are unparalleled and who made her first billion by the age of 14. Or Hunter, the co-president of HT and the Attorney General of the United States.

"All are in the audience and available to testify, as are my siblings that are not yet 18.

"We all have one thing in common that appears to make this entire tribunal unnecessary. We are all adults. Legal adults. There are no child workers in Dionysus. None. Every worker in our entire country is an adult. If you're not ready to be considered an adult, you're not ready for a job. We agree with that principal. We just think that 18 is an unnecessary and arbitrary age. We don't measure people by age. We measure them by skill. In addition, no one, literally no one, that is a citizen of the country has to work. We have a guaranteed minimum income that many would consider staggering. We care about our citizens.

"Let's give another example. Over 60% of the qualified space pilots in the world are under 18 years old. Think about that. Not one of you on this tribunal has ever been in space. Every person I have mentioned so far is a qualified space pilot and instructor."

Fuck it. I'm going there.

"Now let's get to the heart of this tribunal. Jealousy. We live a life in our country that is unique, and we know we are blessed. Some on this committee seem to be upset that it is not your life. We saw your reaction last night. Your physical reaction. This is nothing more than harassment. I know it, the world knows it, and most important, you know it. We're here voluntarily. Please feel free to interview any witness we have. Suggest others to whom you would like to talk. We will have anyone in the world here in less than an hour, because we can do that. Now I don't like my own tone and I don't like what I am having to say, but you wasted our time and we don't appreciate it."

I stopped there. Oh my. Bedlam. I love that word. Apparently the rest of the committee had wanted to cancel after last night. We all sat there while they bickered. At one point I thought it might come to blows.

We thought that was a good time to leave. So did the Secret Service.

They never contacted us again.

And we really love Lake Geneva.

Tonight is the sleepover.

One hell of a sleepover

Yes, we made the parents sign permission forms. Yes, for that. No signature, no attendance. For fun, I looked at the sheets. All but one were signed by women. Moms. The one that wasn't, I talked to. He has two dads.

We're good with that. I loved it, because he also suggested that I'd like his dads. A lot. I added the thought to my post-presidency list. Yes, I keep one.

The funny thing is the sleepover was just a sleepover. We sensed the kids had interests but weren't experienced enough to have a wild night. So, we made it an education session. Their parents had all given them permission for more, so just talking to them seemed safe. Some of the questions were so basic. What goes in where kind of questions. It was kind of fun. I'll share a little. This is still Chris, if that wasn't clear.

For privacy, I'm not going to introduce them, but just describe them a little. Not a lot, since most of them had clothes on. No, not fair. Swimsuits. At least the young girls had shed their tops. A couple with nipple bumps, but none beyond that.

I'll skip the innocuous ones.

"Can a girl be in love with a girl and a boy at the same time?" asked a girl of about 9. She happened to be one of the topless girls and had the cutest little nipple bumps. She would rock a white tank top.

"I'll take this one," said Leslie. She walked to the front and turned around. If there was a soft cock in the room right now, they skewed towards the gay end of the spectrum. Leslie is still in her bathing suit. A small, white bikini. As in barely a strip of cloth on the bottom and little postage stamp squares on the top.

Leslie is sporting C cups now. Maybe even small D. Smaller than Morgan, but not by much.

"My name is Leslie," she said. I almost laughed, because there was a group moan. OK. I was in the group. Leslie laughed.

"I will take that as a nice compliment and also that you likely know who I am," said Leslie. "I'm 15. I am also happily married. Hunter, come up here." Hunter walked up to a mix of moans and gasps. Hunter was wearing a small, semi-see thru Speedo-style suit. And nothing else. The gasps could have been for his abs. Or his cock that was pretty visible through the material. Soft and curved, but clearly pretty big. Soft.

"This is my husband Hunter," said Leslie. "Yeah, enjoy the eye candy. I do."

"Me too!" I shouted.

"Me too!" added Noah. That caused a ripple in the room.

"So yes, a girl can love a boy," said Leslie. "But hold on. Hallie come up here."

Hallie pushed them a little. She came up in cute little bikini bottoms, with a tie on each side and the left tie was too loose. That was also all she was wearing.

"Dayum," said one young boy, to laughter and a little bow from Hallie. Which cause her bottoms to shift a bit and we all got a nice pussy shot.

That deserved the gasp it got.

Hallie leaned in and gave Leslie quite a kiss. Once they broke apart, Hallie leaned in and gave Hunter equally as passionate a kiss.

"You see, I love Leslie and I love Hunter," said Hallie. "We are all married to each other. In our culture, you define the relationship. Love is love."

"Are the two of you related?" asked another girl. "You look a lot alike."

"That happens with twins," said Hunter. I just realized that Hallie's kiss did one other thing. It got Hunter hard. Peeking out the top of his swimsuit hard. He had to be aware, but he was just ignoring it.

Hallie didn't. She reached over and pulled his suit out with her left hand and grabbed his cock and rearranged it with her right hand. Then she turned back to the kids. Most were in shock.

"So, who are you sitting there with?" asked Leslie. The little girl beamed. I'm going to keep the names out, even though she said them.

"This is my best friend," she said, indicating the adorable boy on her left.

"This is my twin sister," she said, indicating the equally adorable sister on her right.

"I see," said Leslie. "In case anyone in the room had the follow-up question to boy, girl, and girl, it is absolutely OK, in our world, to be in love with your sibling, even your twin. Proof stands beside me." Just then the girl that asked the original question leaned over and gave the boy the sweetest kiss. Even a little tongue. Then she turned to her sister and did the same thing.

Then the sister kissed the boy. Oh. Then the three of them got up and headed back towards the bedrooms. You go guys.

A little boy raised his hand.

"My dad won't stop telling me that sex is evil and the cause of all the failures in the world. He's super-religious, but I know that's not what he's talking about. They had me when Mom was 15 and Dad was 23. He either married her or went to jail.

"I remind him of that every day," he said. "Yeah, that sucks, but that's not the point of my question. His religion does teach the evils of sex. You're telling me just the opposite. Who should I believe?"

"We'll take this one," said Salma, who is Chatha's 13-year-old daughter. She came up with Dion, who is Zoe's 15-year-old son. She also came up with Gibor, who is 15 and Aaron's son. The kids of our Iman, Methodist minister, and Rabbi. And that sounds so much like the first line of a bad joke.

They stood at the front, holding hands.

"As we see it, religion can be for good, or religion can be for bad. There are extremists in life. Some use religion for their extremism. In our world, religion is supported and your choice. If you want to belong, belong. If you don't want to, don't. We live under the basic philosophy of the Golden Rule. We treat people well and expect it in return, and in our world, people are just nice. Religion also isn't used as a weapon, or even a crutch, although your faith can support you. It does me."

"Not me," said Gibor. "I'm not religious at all, and my dad is the Rabbi. He's OK with that. He's hopeful I'll come around, but I won't. Now in most cultures, the three of us couldn't be friends." Salma laughed.

"Really, really good friends," she said, still laughing.

"So, you need to believe what you believe, not what your father uses as a weapon," said Dion.

"So, I can live his beliefs, and suffer through life, or your beliefs and be pretty happy and, if I understand correctly, have damn near unlimited sex," said the boy.

"How old are you?" asked Dion.

"I'm 9," he said. "My name is Tad."

"Yeah, that's the perfect age," said Salma. "Any and all. From 5 on up."

"Does that include the three of you?" asked Tad. You go guy. Which is how we saw the four of them head to a bedroom.

"So, is asking a question the way to getting fucked tonight?" asked a little girl, with a laugh. "I'm Misty. I'm 14."

"No," said Leslie. "It isn't. The way for that to happen is for you to find someone that you find interesting, within the rules, and ask politely. We suggest you always say please."

Misty got up and walked right up to Hunter.

"Would you please fuck me?" said Misty. Hunter laughed. He got down to Misty's level and they talked for a bit. Oh, they're heading back. With Leslie and Hallie.

Well you go Misty.

So, some people did fuck tonight. Not many. The adventuresome few. But I do believe we changed some lives.

Then we had Tad removed from his home. The kids came out and told us about his bruises. Bad ones. Particularly his ass. Yes, his ass.

So much for religion.

Seems like a good place to stop. The rest of the evening was a huge success. Huge.

I fell asleep with Tad crying and hugging me.

I was OK with that.

He lost his virginity when he woke up in the morning. We'll just leave it there. Oh, and by removed, the local authorities left Tad with us. They didn't want the diplomatic incident and since Tad was at our consulate, they washed their hands of it. I am not sure what to do with Tad, but for now, he is moving to The Falls.

What the hell else was I going to do? Have Nylah and Colby adopt him?

Hmm.

Today is the day

Bill and I are on our way to Belgium. This is Jessica. Laurent has decided which pre-med program he is going to attend.

Then I am going to tell him no.

You see, I think he'll pick DAU. Athens. There is some chemistry with the three of us and I love that, but he shouldn't make a major decision because of that, particularly given his two paramours have space planes and can do pretty much anything the fuck they want.

Bill and me. Right? Hey, we're a mature 4. We're good about letting the assistant team know where we are, but Mom and Dad aren't always current. Bill and I spent a couple days in Tokyo last week and when we got back, Mom and Dad hadn't noticed we were gone. Now you could be offended by that or complimented by that.

Or you could completely ignore it because it was unimportant. We have a lot of freedom because our behavior is rewarded. We're good kids. Bill's in med school already. At Harvard. Laurent knows that and knows I spend a lot of time there too, so hopefully he'll make that choice.

But he won't. He'll choose DAU. I have a bet with Bill. The winner has to go down on the loser. It's not that big a bet, because the loser will go down on the winner. We're fun that way. You did read that right. If you won, you had the honor of going down on the loser. We're big on the honor.

We just landed in Laurent's driveway. We've been doing that a lot, so it didn't cause a neighborhood stir like it usually does. We went right into the house. We're family, right? Laurent was in the kitchen with his mom and Bill and I got big hugs and kisses. From Laurent. Not his mom. Oh, she wanted to, but the rules you know. Their house is not a consulate anyway. Boring.

His dad wandered in and all four of us stared at Laurent. He knew why we were here. He was milking it for all it was worth.

"OK," he laughed. "Here is the deal. My heart keeps telling me to pick DAU. It's where I am most likely to get to spend time with Jessica. It is also the wrong decision and I know it. The right decision means lots of time with Bill and hopefully Jessica. That's not the reason, tempting that it is. It's a world-class school made better by association with Dionysus."

I'll be damned.

We needed to celebrate. Clearly we were going to visit Laurent's parents often. I did what I had to do.

Their house is a consulate now. Sorry, we don't share the details, but his parents did enjoying watching. They did comment that they both learned new things. Then we watched them do those things.

It was hard

My decision. Come on, I didn't mean that. Well... OK, that too. My heart wanted to pick Athens, but my head knew Harvard was the perfect choice. I'll be with Bill a lot, which is a win, and hopefully my connection with Jessica is strong enough that she'll be with us a lot too. I get the culture, so I'm not expecting full-time. After all, I'm only 9. Then again, Luke is 8 and he's married to Cassie and they're having a baby.

Pretty sure Jessica isn't ready to give birth.

Bill had been staying at the family house, but once I decided on Harvard, we decided to get a place together. Seems like a win, doesn't it? I'm thinking a little studio apartment. Bill wasn't. Apparently Bill is his father's son. I laughed because the real estate agent took us seriously and showed us several homes. Mansions. Damn near hotels.

Bill finally made his choice of a home in an area called Chestnut Hill. With my input, of course. Roomies, you know. It was about 4 miles from campus, which wasn't much given our flying cars. Although I was going to commute on my hoverboard on any day I could. Not one of those wheeled things you can buy at the store.

A real hoverboard. Damn this family is fun.

Anyway, this freaking mansion is cool. It's on almost three hectares. I think that's about seven acres. It's walled and gated. It's a little house. Just about 2,500 square meters. You read that right. 27,000 square feet. Eight bedrooms. Twelve bathrooms. Bill mentioned something about adding an underground garage. I'm learning to run with it. No, that's not right. Roll with it. I think that's it.

It is gorgeous. Bill also explained that the extra bedrooms would be available to friends and family to sign up and that we would really, really enjoy that. We have our own bedrooms, but I doubt we'll ever use them both.

I hope Jessica visits a lot.

Into the wayback machine

Leslie here. Some of the stories have talked about some tech that has never been mentioned. Oops. Stuck in my outbox. Again. Here's the story. The was before Chris was President. Yeah, way back there.

Going to see the toymaker

Lawrence asked me to come visit again, with Heather. He suggested I bring Dad too because, as he put it, it was cool.

Dad does like cool.

He's also a ball to travel with and yes, I mean that literally. Heather wouldn't complain either. We were going to kill Lawrence and Dad though, because both Heathers were coming with me. Hey, they're both fun. Right? Who doesn't want stereo Heathers?

We walked into Lawrence's office and introduced the extra Heather. Lawrence was clearly a little uncomfortable, but we assured him it was OK.

Then we assured him it would be more than OK. Oh, he responded to that, but not with words. Physiologically. Oh, come on. You know exactly what I mean. We laughed but suggested he might want to take the afternoon off.

He was good with that. He took us in golf carts to the infamous hanger where we see every cool new invention. This time there was what looked to be a standard F-81 and a C-80 in the hanger. Nothing special that we could see. He let us wonder for a bit, then laughed and pulled out his phone.

He pressed something on his phone and the F-81 disappeared. Seriously it completely disappeared. He pressed something again and the C-80 disappeared. What? We just stared at him and he laughed again. He started walking towards where the F-81 used to be. All of the sudden when we were about 10 feet from where it was, it was back. Right there. Like it never moved. He held up his hand and we stopped. Then he took about four steps back, so we did too.

And it disappeared. Then he walked towards the C-80, or where it used to be. Again, at about 10 feet, it was back.

Oh shit. Got it.

"You invented a cloaking device," I said, and he laughed.

"You could call it that. OK, we call it that," he laughed.

"Just visual or everything? Radar, Lidar, sonar?" I asked.

"Absolutely everything. It even cloaks any noise you make," he said.

"And it moves with the plane?" I asked. He just smiled and nodded.

"Does it take much power?" I asked.

"You are asking the right questions. It takes a lot of power. That's why a special ion generator which is about three cubes is installed on the planes," said Lawrence. "It is also why we're confident no one else can do it. Without ion power, you can't run the thing."

Wow. Just wow.

"How big can you cloak?" I asked. He clearly knew where I was going.

"Takes more power, but we can cloak your starship," said Lawrence. "Not a big deal. You have room for the generators. But I'm not done." He walked back to the entrance of the building.

"Bob. Would you be so kind as to go get on the F-81? I need you there for this demo," said Lawrence. Dad took off at a jog.

"Oh, I wish he wasn't jogging," said Lawrence softly. Just then it looked like Dad had run into an invisible brick wall. He bounced back and ended up on his butt.

"Sorry Bob. Didn't count on you jogging," shouted Lawrence.

"You invented a freaking shield too? Force fields?" I asked. Lawrence laughed again. He was clearly enjoying this. OK, I was too.

"What can it withstand? What can pierce it?" I asked.

"Nothing we have tried so far can breach it," said Lawrence.

"Come on. You're making this too hard," I said. Typical Lawrence. He liked to show off. We really didn't mind because what he had to show off was always cool.

"See that F-81 there?" he asked, and we all nodded. "We remotely flew it through the corona of the sun."

"Wait, what? Isn't the corona like a million degrees?" I asked.

"10 million. Celsius," said H2. "Pretty freaking hot."

"It looks brand new!" I said.

"Yep," said Lawrence. "That it does. That it does. Oh, and before you ask, yes, we could run your starship through the corona too."

"Holy shit," said Dad. "Can you go the other way? Can you make me something I can wear to have a personal shield? Just around me?" Lawrence looked thoughtful.

"Actually, we hadn't thought of that, but it is intriguing. If we could make it small enough, it could surround you, or maybe you and those around you. It would certainly make protecting the president a different experience," said Lawrence. "We've built tiny ion packs. Let me play with it. I like the idea a lot. Think of a soldier that was invincible. What's particularly interesting is that it stops something coming in, but not going out. You could still shoot a missile through it."

"Let's say a missile explodes when it hits it," I said. "Wouldn't that knock me out of the sky?"

"No. You don't even know it happened if you don't see it. Nothing comes through. Nothing," said Lawrence. "Even if two planes with it turned on hit each other, it is like a glancing blow and they slide on by. We even put the tech in a missile. No go. The plane was fine."

This was so freaking cool. Oh, I wanted to do something. I shouldn't, but I was going to.

"You four go have some fun. I'm going for a ride," I said. "Show me how to make it work." We went onboard the F-81 and Lawrence showed me the controls for both the cloak and the shields. We really were in the Star Trek future now. I lifted off gently and slid forward and out of the hanger, then turned on the cloak. Dad told me later that I was climbing and then just blinked out. Crazy. Just crazy. I was quickly over the Atlantic and texted Kyrsten to see if she had time for me to show her something. She replied that in 20 minutes she had 10 minutes free, but that was it. By the time she had texted me back, I'd landed on the White House lawn. They just didn't know it. At the 20 minute mark, she texted me again asking if I was coming. I told her to look out the window of the Oval office.

Then I flipped the switch to make the F-81 visible. OK, maybe I should have thought this through because the Secret Service came running out. I could actually see her chasing them and yelling. One of the agents got a little carried away and pulled a gun.

OK. Flip on the shield. I was a little worried because I didn't know what would happen to a bullet. Would it ricochet?

As it turned out, no, it wouldn't. The shield must have absorbed the energy somehow because he took a shot and the bullet just stopped in midair and dropped to the ground. By then Kyrsten had stopped them and I got out.

"Sorry about that," I said. "I guess I shouldn't have made it a surprise." Kyrsten was laughing at this point.

"A cloaking device and shields," said Kyrsten. "I've seen Star Trek." I just smiled. As it turned out, her next meeting was with Joe D. How handy was that? I showed it to him too. Honestly, I was mostly being cocky. Our tech, not theirs, and there was basically no way they could invent or afford it.

Yeah, this was kind of fun. I remember the day I met Joe D. Little Leslie, on the dais. Not so little anymore. OK, I'm still young and pretty small, but my breasts have grown. That counts, right? Given the way Joe D liked to stare at them, I'd say yes.

Kyrsten cleared her calendar for lunch. The three of us ate in the family dining room. I was getting quite a vibe and our vibes were pretty darn accurate. Too bad. I didn't see fucking them today. It would have been fun though.

As it turned out, they were a little more open with each other than I expected. Joe suggested it. A threesome. In the Lincoln bedroom. I think he was joking. A little.

Given who we're talking about, I'm not going to describe everything. Let's just say that Kyrsten found a way to keep several double-ended dildos in the family quarters and she didn't just use one on me. No, she used them both.

Hot damn that was fun. Spectacularly fun. We did sit down and talk about the technology. Naked. They were both concerned about it getting in the wrong hands, which was understandable. They wanted us to bury it. I felt a little bad that I laughed.

"Sorry, that wasn't fair. Your points are understandable, and we'll take it under advisement," I said. Just then I got a text. When the second one came through almost immediately I knew it was the bat signal. OK, not exactly, but it was our way to get you to read an important text. I excused myself and then laughed.

"OK, this one is going to need the Secret Service," I said. "Lawrence just texted me that he has already implemented an idea Dad had just hours ago. It's a personal shield. He wants to show it to us all. He and Dad are in a plane flying over. Please warn the Secret Service because we all know Dad loves toys and he'll come in cloaked.

Which he did.

Damn the personal shield was cool. They didn't demonstrate it with bullets or anything, respecting where they were, but it was cool.

We'd entirely wiped out Kyrsten's afternoon, so we invited her and Joe to The Falls for dinner. Sadly, they had a commitment, but we did find an hour to meet in the family quarters. With Lawrence and Dad.

Kyrsten had enough dildos. They just kept coming. Read that however you'd like.

What to do with it

It was a legitimate concern. If our tech got in the wrong hands, it could be catastrophic. In the end, Rylee came to the rescue with new biometrics scanner technology that was rock solid. If you flipped the switch, and were not under duress, it worked. To invoke either function or the weapons, you had to ask the plane. Rylee's AI could accurately identify you and determine your level of coercion. It could also detect recordings and it required your hands on the controls too. Warm hands.

Maybe too much detail. Mostly it was just cool. I admit my biggest use for it was illegally sightseeing. You don't want us to overfly Area 51 at 300 feet? Well, darn, we already did that.

There was nothing worth seeing.

We could do extra special trips through DC or Paris or the Grand Canyon.

So, our cool tech turned into a tool for sightseeing.

Sometimes just being cool is good enough. Just a short entry, but since you're read about some of this, I thought I'd share.

Dad and I went back to Vino. Come on. Lawrence, Dad, and Aja? I'd follow them to the moon.

Oh. Did that last week.

I'll close now.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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