The Call - Chapter 118 - Girl power
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Gender inequality sucks

Phary here. I know you haven't read much from me before, but I have a major pet peeve.

Gender inequality. Now in our country it isn't an issue. Heck if anything women hold considerably more power than men.

Mostly because of Bob and Amy. Or should I say Amy and Bob. Let's break convention. They led by example and so do their children.

So, this is my new passion. Oh, I'm done with high school and at DUA studying political science but I'm not freaking waiting. With Chris and Morgan's help I started a foundation focusing in this one issue. We were going to focus globally on areas of inequality. Ironically, at least in the opinion of our country's founders, the US is one of the worst offenders. Just look at executives and board members.

So heavily weighted to men.

Clearly the situation was bad in other countries. Foundation or not I couldn't focus on everything. So, on the theory that big and visible was good, I was going to focus on the US. The fact that I had barely been there didn't slow me down at all.

After all I am a powerful young woman. So, I was going to transfer to one of the US-based schools and put a lot of attention into the foundation. It needed a name, but I would get there. My parents weren't thrilled I was moving but I reminded them they could come visit any time and that it was a really short flight. I showed them again how to sign up a pilot. Then again, given Dad runs the Air Force for Heather, he has a plane. Use it Dad.

Now I was choosing between Chicago, Clearwater, and Dallas. I'm a warm weather girl so the decision wasn't all that tough.

Dallas it was. Clearwater is nice too, but Dallas spoke to me.

Bob insisted I needed my own plane and gave me an E-82. Bob's a pretty nice guy. King Bob and all.

Then Chris and Morgan stopped by and said they wanted to seed my foundation and if I spent it all I could ask for more. They said they'd start with a couple billion.

With a B.

Apparently fund raising wasn't going to be my focus. They said they'd help me get it all setup and suggested I hire a small team to help. Since I was going to be in school they suggested hiring students. Felt about right. Then I came up with a name.

The Equal Chance Foundation. Our primary focus would be gender inequality, but the name left open expansion into other areas.

I was on my way right now. With the time change I would land at the beginning of the day. Bob said someone would meet me and I should land at the hotel.

OK. I appreciated his support. I landed at the back of the parking lot and dropped the stairs. I'd seen someone waiting in a golf cart.

Pari! It was freaking Pari. I gave her a hug and she laughed.

"I thought I could help you get settled. Bob did more than you realize once he found out what you were doing. Let's get you settled into a room for a few nights while we get everything in motion," said Pari. She introduced me to the resort manager Catalina. She was so nice! They led me up to an amazing suite. For me!

OK too many exclamation points but I'm just a little girl from Cambodia.

We did take a short break for Catalina to properly introduce me to my suite. With Pari. And Tupac. I have no real idea where Tupac came from, but damn boy. I got both their numbers. I'm new in town. I needed to build a friends list. I'm a horny thing.

Right now, I'm quite satisfied. Between Catalina's tongue and Tupac's cock, I'd gone over repeatedly. OK, Pari was fun too.

Pari.

I was going to wear out early with the time change but Pari wanted to show me something. It was on the edge of the campus she said. As she put it golf cart distance. So, we took a golf cart. OK that made me laugh. I was laughing a lot. It was so great to see Pari. We went down one of the campus roads. Oh hell no. We went into a small neighborhood.

Of freaking mansions. Pari pointed out hers and then pulled into the driveway next door.

"I spend a lot of time here. It is my favorite US campus, so Bob carved off a little of the campus and built me a house. Then he built himself a house. The golfers love it because it is on the course. I'm even taking lessons. You have to join me," said Pari. "You're my neighbor now. This is your place. I hope you don't mind but my major domo here is going to support you too since I'm not here all the time. You'll like him. He is very organized and can help you find and interview your foundation team. Oh, here he is now." He walked up as the cart stopped and held out his hand.

"A pleasure to meet you Miss Phary," he said. Someone was going to have to explain why my major domo had an English accent.

"My name is Winston and yes I am from Manchester," said Winston. "Pari stole me away and moved me to this town with much better weather. This afternoon is your own since I know you're dealing with the time change. We will do an early dinner and begin interviews in the morning. I have a nicely diverse group of students that are interested. The group is dominated by women as you can imagine but not completely. Some of the men seem quite qualified and committed. Of course, they will all be your choice. I've been given the direction to help you hire five to start."

OK that was a lot to absorb and I told him that. They both laughed.

"We will move at your pace," said Winston.

"OK first stop calling me Miss Phary. I'm just Phary," I said and they both laughed again.

"The first direct order I got from Pari too," said Winston.

We played in the pool and laid in the sun until Winston called us in for dinner. My God it was good. I think I was going to like Winston. Then I found out I was really going to like Winston. He was happy because Pari wasn't there enough. He wanted to stay busy. Get your mind out of...OK, you're right. He was happy about that too.

I do have skills.

Pari and I used him up. Then we kept going. And going.


Building my team

Phary again. It was time for interviews. All five were students at DSD. Pari had named it with school instead of university. Otherwise the acronym was DUD which didn't seem like a good choice. I decided to meet them as a group to see how they interacted. They were all either business or finance majors in the undergraduate program.

First up was Sadie. Sadie was a Dallas local and a hoot. She was 17 years old. The kids here tended to be a little older since they started in the program later. Look at me. She's a teenager in college and I think of her as old.

Next up was Aria. Aria was from El Paso. She was Hispanic as was most of her community. She was 14 years old.

Mateo was from Corpus Christi and also Hispanic. He was young for the program here at 11 years old. He was also funny, snarky, and bold. My kind of guy.

Emory was from Atlanta and a southern belle. I don't know how else to describe her. She was about to finish her bachelor's degree but was already starting on her MBA. Did I mention she was 7 years old? She also suggested that I share she has a nice 3-inch (8 cm) cock for her age. Um, yum.

The final student was Grayson from Omaha. I had no idea where Omaha was. He told me it was in Nebraska.

That didn't help.

Grayson was fun and witty. He was 12 years old like me.

We talked a lot about the focus of the program, and they all were clearly passionate about the topic. I called the boys out and they had strong reasons. Mateo was the son of a single mom. His mom had struggled to keep them from being homeless. He just wanted more opportunities for people like his mom. His mom was only 24 years old. I asked about her dreams and found out she had always wanted to be a nurse. He also had a little sister Paisley who was 7 years old. I asked why she wasn't in the program and it was sadly simple. His mom couldn't afford the clothes that both of them would need.

Well I could fix all those things. We took a break and I talked to Pari. By that afternoon, his mom and sister had moved to Dallas and both were enrolled in the school. His mom, Ximena, was the first student in the new nursing program. Yeah Pari created it for her. Paisley tested quite high and would catch Mateo in school pretty quickly. We also had to create family housing for them but for now they'd just live in my house. Why not? His mom clearly already understood our program. That was a diversion but worth it. If you saw Ximena, you'd invite her to live with you too. For that matter, Mateo and Paisley. Clothes were free for everyone by the end of the day too.

Grayson's reasons were almost the opposite. His dad was a domineering dick. That's what he called him. Grayson didn't like it at all. He did want to change the world, but I was sure there was a little sticking the knife into his dad. I was ok with that.

I hired them all and we had a little celebration. Winston joined in. Emory and Mateo had limits with Winston but not with me.

Their teamwork was impressive.

We broke for dinner, mostly because we needed protein. You can't live on just the protein in cum. Can you? We wore each other out. Winston had made both Shepard's and Cottage pies. The first was lamb and the second beef. They were amazing. I was going to eat well. I was also going to need to work out and mentioned that.

"Oh, I will put together a workout routine with your counsel. You have a nice small gym and workout facility that you haven't seen yet. There is much of the house you haven't explored," said Winston.

"How big is the house?" I asked. He was thinking.

"Trying to put it in square meters. Almost 3,000," he said.

27,000 square feet for you Americans. For me.

"I know," said Pari. "It is too big but Bob. I put most of mine in the family app and people are always visiting."

Oh, I was going to do that for sure.

"Would you like me to take care of that?" asked Winston. I smiled and nodded.

This major domo thing was kind of cool.

"I don't even really know where to start," I said. "I'm passionate about the issue but feel powerless."

"Start with board members. Be the ornery investor that disrupts stockholder meetings and forces your own slate of candidates," said Pari.

"How do I do that?" I asked. I really was naive. Pari smiled.

"By buying a ton of stock. Not with your charity money. With the country treasury money. Look what Sophia did. For that matter, like Bob and Rylee did. You don't need controlling interest. Ten percent is usually enough. Pick a visible company across multiple industries. Successful companies. You can have an impact and make money for the country," said Pari. "Use your team. Let them do the research and pick stocks but use your gut on the choices. Ask Ruby her opinion. Sophia too. They're experts and Ruby is never wrong. Take your finalists to Jason. Get his endorsement and he will do all the purchases quietly. The ones that come around and feel right, you can buy outright. Then again, go after the Dionysus companies too, if we haven't moved fast enough."

"I can do that?" I asked. Pari laughed.

"Sure. It is what they expect you to do. That's why you're here," said Pari.

Wow.

"But you're talking too much money," I said. Pari laughed.

"Yeah, no," said Pari. "Doesn't matter what you spend. If you think it is right, and so does Ruby, you'll make money. The country makes money faster than we can spend it on 27,000 square foot houses."

The entire team had listened to the conversation. Of course, they stayed for dinner, are you kidding me? Hell, we were still naked. We weren't done, you know.

I needed more protein.

Winston helped me out.


They never went home

OK, this is very cool. My team is students. They're all, purely coincidentally, boarding students. So, they didn't go home. I don't mean they spent the one night.

They moved in. Are you kidding? That was awesome. I didn't always play with them.

Oh, who am I kidding.

The next morning, we sat around the breakfast table chatting about industries and companies we should target. They had all done incredible homework on the topic.

"OK, give me your pitch on who should be first," I said. "Winston, come sit down. I want your input too." He started to protest, and I just waved him over.

"How about the winner gets to blow Winston," I said. "Are you OK with that Winston? That was a bit presumptuous on my part."

Given he was now rock hard, and we had not come straight from the bed to the breakfast table, I thought he would agree.

"Phary," said Winston. "You are welcome to use me as the prize for anything, anywhere, anytime, no limits."

Interesting. We were going to have to explore his limits. I've been to Nan's class. Now that I thought about it, I had an idea.

"Winston, I don't think we have seen the whole house, but is there a wrestling room?" I asked.

"Oh yes, it is in the gym complex. It is quite large and could accommodate many wrestlers," said Winston. His cock bounced and he smirked too. He's cute.

"What about a dungeon?" I asked. He smiled and precum started leaking out. Oh fun. The rest of the table moaned. Nope, precum on Grayson too. Wait, and Mateo. Really? That's right when he noticed it too. He looked at Grayson's cock and then at Winston's. Then he smiled really big.

"Precum!" he shouted, pointing at their cocks.

Then his own. Emory jumped up.

"I want his first real cum!" she shouted. I thought she meant a blowjob, but no, she swung her legs over his, facing him, and sat right down on his cock. In her ass, of course. The rest of us watched. It was wonderful. She was bouncing. He was using his fingers and tongue everywhere. Emory blew through a dozen orgasms and then we all saw he did too. She sat on him for a moment. She finally lifted up and as she did, a big dollop of cum leaked out and dripped onto his cock.

A big splash of cum. When she stood, she realized it and leaned over and licked it up and then kissed it to Mateo.

That resulted in us watching them make out for a few minutes, but then she finally stood.

"Phary, would you please clean me out?" she said and walked over to the nearest lounge.

Well, she did say please. We hadn't started yet, but we needed a break. Right?

There was a surprising amount to clean out.

Now we're getting down to business. We had looked for Fortune 500 companies with no female directors and there are still 9 of them. Much better than a little over 10 years ago when there were 69. OK, I'm young. 69 made me giggle.

But of those 9 none were big enough to be interesting. We could have rolled them all up easily, but no one would have cared. We looked into companies with female CEOs. There are 33 of 500 and it was being celebrated as progress.

Fuck that.

So, we started walking the Fortune 500. Walmart is number 1, but that seemed like the message would be diluted by the whole already own it thing. I will talk to Lizzie. In prior years Exxon-Mobil would have been number 2, but not since ion power. Why would we want a dinosaur of a company?

Do you see what I did there?

The next three were Apple, Berkshire Hathaway, and Amazon. Warren is doing fine at Berkshire and Rylee owns the other two. The next three were healthcare and we would stay far away. The groundswell of support for Medicare for all was going to be disruptive. Again, we didn't want our message lost. Then we hit AT&T and as soon as Bob rolls out his phone and watch line, the telecommunications industry is going to tank.

Numbers 12, 13, and 14 were Ford, GM, and Costco. Oops.

Alphabet. Oh. You know.

Google

Hmm. We looked into it, but it just wasn't interesting. We owned tech companies and were already remaking them. We might own it. Sometimes it is hard to keep up.

We kept going. We stopped at JPMorgan Chase. Two female directors. One black. Lots of old white guys.

I admit, I'm tired of old white guys.

It felt like a good start. A $35 billion start, just to get 10%. Bob kept reminding me that we were not spending $35 billion. We were investing in it. I texted Jason to buy 10% and he responded with a smiley. Of course, he did. He texted me back the next day.

Market took a dip to our favor. Got a little carried away. Congrats. You own 62%.

What?

My team couldn't stop laughing until I pointed out I could delegate the bank.

That shut them up. Quick. I still might do it.

Emory would be a good fit. She's ready. After all, she's 7. Tomorrow was Friday, so I setup a meeting with Jaime, the chairman of JPMorgan Chase. I'd actually met him when I visited Frida in Boston. He's on the Board of Dionysus Harvard. I think he likes being on campus.

Right?

There really wasn't a place to land, so we dropped near the ground and walked down our stairs. Then the plane went to park itself at a Target outside Morristown.

Emory and I went to reception and there was a young woman waiting for us.

"I'll take you up to the executive offices," she said. She didn't even introduce herself. I think my point was being made. I stopped which made her turn back. I stuck out my hand.

"My name is Phary," I said. She reluctantly took it and shook. A nice firm handshake.

"I'm supposed to take you right up," she said. "I'm Krystyna."

"They'll wait," said Emory, which got a little gasp from Krystyna.

"But they said to bring you right up," she said, clearly agitated. I pulled her over to a bench by the window. She was clearly shaken by my move.

"Feel free to blame me. We're early for the appointment anyway," I said. We weren't but they could fucking wait.

"Tell us about yourself," I said. "How long have you been here?" We found out she had been here for four years, has her MBA from NYU, and is little more than a glorified assistant.

Krystyna was making my point. I excused myself for a moment and sent a text to Bob and Rylee. Krystyna had come in with an entire class of MBA hires. I wanted to know exactly where every single one of them was. They could get me the information. I copied Emory so she knew what was going on.

We talked a bit more and it wasn't five minutes before I got the listing.

Fourteen in her class. Four women. All the women still had roles like Krystyna's. The men were all executives. One was a Senior VP over a lending group.

Every. Single. One.

Then Bob sent one more text. The dude that is an SVP is Jaime's cousin.

Well fuck.

"So, Krystyna," I said. "Where did you expect to be at this point?" She squared her shoulders.

"I was the top recruit of the class. I should have been promoted to be an exec by now. Every time I was assertive, I was too pushy. One of my classmates yells, a lot, with profanity. He got promoted and was told he was a leader," she said. Of course he was.

I texted Jason again.

I need it all.

"Consider it done. One big institutional investor and they've already approached me. Ten minutes," texted Jason. We went ahead and got on the elevator and by the time we were all the way up, I got a thumbs up from Jason.

I might have been nervous when I started this project but now I am pissed. I am feeling Amy power. You get it. An empowered woman.

Even if I am 12. And don't really have tits.

And am short.

We got off and were immediately escorted into a conference room. Filled entirely with older white men.

Could they be more of a stereotype. Krystyna turned to leave. I took her hand and pulled her to the seat next to me. Emory took the other side.

"Krystyna was just your escort," said some random chubby dude.

"She can stay," I said. He started to argue, but Jaime waved him off. Jaime pulled out his phone and had a shocked look on his face and looked right at me.

Fuck you dude. A little harsh, but well, fuck you.

I let them do the introductions. Of the seven men in the room, four had less experience than Krystyna.

I started with the first one.

"What skills do you have that are superior to Krystyna's" I asked. I know, I put her on the spot, but she was freaking loving it. He stammered and kept listing meaningless shit.

"I'm confident that Krystyna has all those skills," I said. "What's your differentiator?"

He just looked at me.

I went through the other three. I laughed at the last guy. Either he believed, or he saw the writing on the wall.

"As far as I can tell, I have less background and experience. Krystyna and I are friends. She could do the job of anyone in this room, better than my three colleagues and me. It seems that the only thing I possess that is a differentiator is a penis," he said.

Do you know hard it was to not laugh?

"You can stay. You three can go. I'll meet with you later," I said. I wasn't firing them. They were given opportunities and they took them.

At least I wasn't firing them yet.

"OK," I said. "We're going in a different direction now," I said. "Jaime is retiring effective immediately. You two will be retiring too." I'd done my homework. Those two needed to go.

The first one started to argue that the market would overreact and tank the stock.

"That's your problem. You think of the stock, not doing the right thing. That's not the identity of the bank anymore," I said. "You may leave."

I give Jaime credit. He got up and, well, left.

"He left," said the argumentative dude.

"He knows how to take an order," I said. OK, the two of them laughed.

"The stock won't be affected. The bank went private this morning," I said.

"Who owns it?" he said.

"If you're truly that stupid, you deserve to go," said Krystyna. OK, she's feeling it.

Which is why Emory and Krystyna led the press conference. The new CEO and COO.

That felt good. Really good.

The internal audit was brutal. Over four hundred employees went to jail. We refunded over a billion dollars to customers and others. That was the first wave. The second wave was worse. We reported ourselves to the SEC and provided all the detail. We published it on our website too. I was surprised Rylee hadn't caught it. She was too.

The only thing that saved the bank was our ownership. That settled people down.

I left Emory in charge. She was running with it, with Krystyna's help.

I have no doubt it will be a big win for the family. I wonder how long it will take Emory to leak that she's trans.

Less than 24 hours. Go Emory.


The next round

I started to make exploratory investments in a number of firms. Some banks. Some investment firms. A smattering of insurance companies. I went after tech too. Basically, damn near anyone that Rylee and Bob didn't buy.

We're going to have some fun. I am really into this.

We'll come back to this.


How the fuck

I guess we say that a lot. Do you know what happened today? They made me write my signature over and over until it was pretty. They actually said pretty. Why? Because new bills printed by the treasury would have my signature on them. If you haven't figured it out, this is Morgan.

You know. Being the Treasury Secretary and all. Somehow no one even mentions the whole Minister of Finance gig I have too.

I get so much more done in that job. I can just decide shit.

Here in DC takes a crap ton more work.

At least I don't have the Secret Service. That moved in 2003. I could see the arguments that Chris and I would have.

My first observation was that there were too damn many departments and senior leaders. Good God, Sophia would never run a business this top heavy although being top heavy is kind of my thing.

D cups, you know.

I appear to be wandering but fuck it. One of my first observations has nothing to do with my job. You see we all go to Chris' Saturday parties. We meet a ton of people. We meet a ton of really bright and impressive kids.

That are stuck with a shit school system. So, I did what every self-respecting Treasury Secretary would do. I asked the Dionysus Minister of Education to fix the problem. But first, I invited her to this weekend's party. Given we own Georgetown, that seems manageable.

That also felt like a win-win.


A party!

I don't care if Morgan had an ulterior motive. We're talking a party here. We love parties. OK, the afternoon party would be fun. Pari here.

The evening party would be more. More everything. It was at The Falls. Just the group that lived there, which is big, and me. They promised it would be my night. That scares me, just a little, but I was game. Yeah, yeah, you laughed. We'll just stick with my being open-minded about trying new things.

There was one time in a helicopter...

The party was just starting, and I was going to mingle. I was particularly interested in meeting kids, primarily local kids, but some were in from other places. I always just introduce myself as Pari and kids are kids. We talk. We laugh. We shared things with people we've just met. I don't lie if they ask me a direct question. I stick with the fact that I am a student. It's not necessary to volunteer that it is a PhD program. It's still school! I dressed conservatively, which still makes me laugh, but I drew the line at a bra. Hey, we all have nipples and mine would stay dormant. Mostly. Maybe. Unlikely.

OK, my nipples get hard when the wind blows. And yes, that's a cultural reference to an old Eddie Murphy movie from long before I was born. I love that movie, but if you really want to appreciate Eddie Murphy, you really needed to see The Adventures of Pluto Nash. Kidding, it sucked. Watch Trading Places. Why am I focused on Eddie Murphy movies? Something about my nipples.

There was a group of kids, so I wandered over. I hung back for a bit, but one young girl turned to me.

"I didn't expect to meet a senior leader from Dionysus today," she said. Well, so much for incognito.

"You mean another one," I said, laughing.

"What do you mean another one?" said an older boy. "And how does she know who you are?"

The girl snorted. I just kept looking at her until she laughed.

"So, I have to explain?" she said. "Well first, I'm student at your Chicago school. I was there when you, um, demonstrated the rules."

Oh yeah, that was fun.

"I'm still lost," said the older boy. The girl laughed.

"Pari is the Minister of Education for the country of Dionysus," said the girl. "Do you personally own Harvard?" I just shook my head no and she laughed.

"Frida does, doesn't she?" said the girl. She laughed. "You buy it, you run it. We all know. You do own the Chicago school, right?" I just smiled and nodded.

"Didn't I read you bought a bunch of beer distributors?" she added. "Don't you own the largest beer distributor in the US now?" I just kept noddin'.

"Just wait," said the older boy. Only the two of them were left. The others got bored and wandered off.

"My name is Jarrett. My dad works in the Treasury department," he said. We talked a little more and Jarrett is 15 years old.

"My name is Kenzie," she said. "I'm 9 years old." Then she flashed me a smile.

"Maybe you can introduce me to King Bob," she said. Then she gave me another bigger smile. I admit I laughed.

"I might be able to do that for you," I said. "Or you could ask her." I pointed over their shoulders. They turned and gasped right as Chris walked up. She laughed.

"I don't know what makes me gasp worthy," said Chris. "But I'll take it." Then she gave me a big hug. She finally let go and put a hand on each of my cheeks and gave me a big kiss on the lips.

No tongue. Darn it.

I think that disappointed Jarrett and Kenzie too.

"Is she spinning a story about being a Dionysus leader? She's the kid of one of my Secret Service agents," said Chris, blatantly lying.

Kenzie snorted and Chris laughed. Just couldn't stop laughing, which made me laugh. I thought Kenzie and Jarrett would laugh, but they just looked at us like we were crazy people.

"So, what is the real story?" asked Jarrett.

"Pari is the Minister of Education and I once watched her get fucked. Quite well, I might add," said Kenzie. "But now I'm 9 and I want to get fucked by King Bob. I'm guessing the White House grounds isn't one of your consulates."

Chris and I laughed.

"Sorry," said Chris. "Not yet. What is your school motto?"

"Discretion above all," said Kenzie.

We waited her out.

"Oh! Oh, I am so sorry," said Kenzie.

"You're forgiven, but you know how important it is," I said. She blushed a deep red.

That got her a hug. Oh, she went for the kiss.

Still no tongue. Darn it. White House grounds and all. Hell, in our world, we'd be rutting on the grass. That's when Morgan walked back up.

Sometimes you go with tongue. And a little groping. Which might have been a bad choice. Wapo published a picture the next day that clearly showed Morgan's tongue in my mouth and her hands on my puffies.

Oh, you assumed my hands were on her magnificent breasts. They were, later.

Come on. D cups. We didn't even bother to respond. There are not many secrets left.

"Why don't you invite your new friends," said Morgan.

Just then Jarrett's identical twin walked up. Jenkins.

I'm pretty sure Kenzie swooned.

"Identical twins. Oh God," said Kenzie, as she vibrated through a small orgasm.

"You do realize we go to your Georgetown school," said Jenkins.

I was having them all. Morgan beat me to it.

"We're having a little after party at our house," said Morgan. "Would the three of you like to join us?"

"Would the party involve considerable opportunities for wild sex?" asked Kenzie. "Perhaps the six of us together?" Sure, include the President of the United States. Oh, Chris is in, but you know what I mean.

"I'm in, if everyone else is," said Morgan. She hit Kenzie with a smile and actually caused her to sink to the ground. A couple wandered over.

"Are you OK Kenzie?" asked the woman.

"Yeah Mom," said Kenzie. "Just an impressive orgasm."

"That's nice," said the man. The woman turned to Morgan and me.

"Such an honor to meet you," she said. "Kenzie is so enjoying your schools. We're frequent volunteers."

I suppose I should mention that her parents are smoking hot.

I beat Morgan this time. I stuck out my hand to do introductions. Her parents are Silas and Janelle.

Holy moly.

"What brings you to the party today?" asked Morgan.

"I'm an economist at the Chicago Fed," said Janelle. "I admit I was surprised to win a spot in the lottery."

"And what do you do Silas?" I asked.

"I'm a high school math teacher in the Chicago schools," he said.

"Admirable work," said Morgan. "Have you considered applying to our Chicago school?"

"We were not sure if parents could work at the school," said Silas.

"Oh yes," I said, admittedly a couple octaves low.

"Then I will apply as soon as we get home," he said. His excitement was pretty visible. Kenzie caught it too.

"You could have that out and use it at my school," said Kenzie. It took Silas a moment to understand. His eyebrows went way up.

Then Janelle moaned. Silas laughed and pointed at Janelle. "You really should hire my dad," said Kenzie. "He's a great teacher and his students love him, and they have consistently the highest test scores in the city. He loves sports too."

"We can see that," said Morgan, pointedly looking at his cock. Kenzie laughed.

"Yeah, that sport for sure," she said. "He's one hell of a coach, let me tell you."

I stuck my hand out to Silas.

"You're hired," I said.

"Based on what I said?" asked Kenzie, clearly startled. I just smiled at her. Janelle laughed.

"You knew exactly who Silas is. You know everything about everyone," she said. That's when it hit her.

"The lottery is not random. You're raiding the US Federal government," she said. "I guess I should take that as a compliment."

"Not quite," said Morgan. "The lottery is random. We just do our homework and if the opportunity arises to share the unique benefits of Dionysus with new friends that we think would be a good fit, we sometimes suggest it."

"You're recruiting the cream from every party," said Janelle.

"Well yeah," laughed Morgan. "But it is random."

Somehow we all saw that as funny and were just laughing away when two gorgeous men walked up. I mean freaking gorgeous. Both tall. One blonde. One brunette. The blonde is just a big guy. Not fat. Big. Muscular. Big. The brunette is model thin and stunning. Not skinny. Thin. Also, very muscular, but more in a swimmer's build.

Freaking gorgeous.

"Perfect timing Dads," said Jenkins. "We were just talking about Dionysus." Chris introduced and excused herself. She tried to not be quite as closely involved. Until later tonight. Then she is going to be involved.

"We'd love to share more about the opportunities we have. It's also a place where secrets don't have to be secrets anymore," said Morgan.

They both laughed. They're holding hands now. They get upgraded to cute.

"It's a good thing we have nothing to hide," said Blonde Dad. OK, blonde dad is Salvatore and brunette dude is Raphael.

Morgan just held their gaze for a minute and then changed the subject.

Jenkins grabbed my arm and pulled me away.

"You can't tell anyone. Please," he said, pleading.

"Dude, relax," I said. "We would never freaking do that. Do you know nothing about us?"

"It is all pretty hard to believe," he said, so sincerely. I admit I laughed. Then I went in for the hug. Sorry dude. Ya got something there to be proud of. No worries.

"The reality is light-years better than the rumors," I said.

I think he knows what I mean.

"Will your dads be cool if we invite you all?" I asked. This time he laughed.

"We go to your Georgetown school, remember?" said Jenkins. "They're the top two volunteers. All the kids love them." All. Oh goody.

"So, what's the proposal for us?" asked Jenkins.

"We want you to be the Dean of Students, your brother to be the Dean of Admissions, Salvatore to be the university president and Raphael to be the Dean of the Medical school and Chief of Staff for the medical system. Pay beyond your imagination. A very large house on campus, which is all consulate property," I said.

Jenkins thought about it for a moment.

"You have Jarrett and me backwards," said Jenkins. "The rest is all correct. We accept."

I smiled. He laughed.

"You knew you had them backwards," said Jenkins. "You knew we'd be OK doing it that way, but better swapped. It was a little test."

"Remind me to give you the award for best student tonight," I said. This is where you usually get the moan, but I got a smile.

"My brother would have figured it out too," he said, smiling.

"Then I must reward you both," I said. "Perhaps your dads would like to join the ceremony."

"What a fine idea," said Jenkins.

Twin sons of twin dads. You hadn't figured it out yet?

Jeez. Jenkins walked over to his family and I could see him walking through it. I couldn't hear them, but I knew the reaction when Jarrett corrected him on the jobs. He'd freaking tested his brother. They were all clearly excited, so I walked over.

"Would you have told me if he failed the test?" I asked, of Jenkins. He laughed.

"Yeah," he said. "I told you he would get it right and I had to know."

"I also knew it was a test," said Jarrett, laughing.

"You have raised fine young men," I said, to Salvatore and Raphael. Just then an incredibly gorgeous woman came up and Raphael introduced her as his sister Penelope. Moments later, her twin Arianna walked up. Oh my God.

I waved them to huddle in.

"I would never, ever share anything I know, but I want to share a hypothetical. Let's say two men loved each other. They happen to be identical twins, so one dyes his hair and works hard on a swimmer's body and the other focuses differently and develops a lifter's body. But that's not all. They have identical twin...oh shit what's the point. I know that you two are twins, that these two are the mothers, and they're not exactly identical because they both have separate parents, but both sets of parents are identical and siblings."

"OK, I can even get how you got everyplace except the different parents part," said Raphael.

"Look at your feet," I said. They were in two trios. Raphael, Penelope, Jarrett, then a gap, then Jenkins, Arianna, Salvatore.

"You figured it out because of a six inch gap," said Salvatore.

"More like four inches, but men always overestimate," I said. OK, at least they laughed.

"You're telling us that our going public with this would be OK," said Penelope.

"I'm telling you more than that," I said. "I'm telling you that the four of you can openly get married to each other. All four. Then Jarrett and Jenkins can get married. Oh. Are they here too?"

They all laughed.

"Yes," said Jarrett, just as two adorable girls walked up. Lisa and Lina. 9 years old.

"You didn't know about us," said Lisa. I shook my head no.

"Then you're leaving two positions unfilled," said Lina.

"Did you mean to let me know you could think to each other?" I asked. Lina looked stricken.

"What makes you think that?" said Raphael. "That's silly." I laughed.

"Dude, with your permission, I can read all of you," I said.

"Sure," said Raphael. "Go for it."

"Lina," I said. "You're the only one that can fly?"

Lots of jaws on the ground.

"Dude, when the only thing you're thinking is that you hope I don't figure out that Lina can fly, I'm going to figure out that Lina can fly," I said. "But you're wrong. You can all fly. You just don't believe you can yet."

Jarrett looked at me and smiled. Then he lifted about two inches off the ground. Then Lisa did, grinning. Salvatore, Penelope, Arianna. Raphael just stared at them. Then he closed his eyes.

And floated right up. Just then Ruby walked up. Everyone except Raphael instantly dropped to the ground. We were standing on a spot with a little dirt and they all had puffs of dirt kick up. Ruby laughed.

"Subtle guys," said Ruby, which caused Raphael to open his eyes.

And drop to the ground. One more little puff and we all watched it.

Ruby looked them all and settled on Lina.

"You're the most powerful. We'll fly together tonight," said Ruby.

"Finishing my thought," I said. "Then Lina, Lisa, Jarrett, and Jenkins can all get married."

"At what age?" asked Lina. It took me a minute to understand the question.

"Well, now. Whenever you want," I said.

"I'm 9," said Lina.

"And I'm going to marry Bob and Amy soon," I said. "So?"

Ruby gave me a little smirk. Did I say that out loud?

Yes, I said that out loud. To Ruby. Who would go to her deathbed without repeating it.

"We won't repeat it either," said Lina. "We promise. But is four the limit?"

Again, took me a moment. Ruby smiled just as I got it.

"Nope," said Ruby. "Eight would work."

"We can marry our parents," said Lisa.

"Sure," said Ruby. "Why the fuck should anybody else care?"

"And we can do it, and all move into the house on campus and still have these jobs," said Raphael.

"I don't know what the jobs are, but it doesn't matter," said Ruby. "The answer is still sure. I'm guessing it is on campus, in which case, you can all fuck on the quad if you want, for all we care. Sex is awesome. There are rules on ages and consent, and everyone follows them. It is also incredibly safe on our campuses. The girls can walk together or alone at night in the darkest places and they'll be just fine."

"How can you guarantee that?" asked Raphael.

"Because word has gotten out," I said. "It has happened. Twice. The same thing happened both times. Hundreds of people swarmed them and held them for the cops. Students, staff, professors, everyone. The young woman that personally took down the first guy, and you knew it was a guy, was our 6-year-old friend Nan. Don't fuck with Nan. Unless you're of age to actually fuck with Nan, which is encouraged."

"Yeah, all that is true, but you're all pretty much invulnerable too," said Ruby.

"Sure, sure," said Jarrett. "Invulnerable." Jenkins thought about it for a minute and then took a swing. He put his entire body weight into it, and he had room to work.

Oh, towards Lina. Who caught his hand in mid-air. They were in stasis, both with their muscles bulging.

"Stop on three," said Ruby. "1, 2, 3." They both relaxed.

"We weren't sure what would happen if only one of us stopped," said Jarrett.

"Well," said Ruby. "If Lina had stopped first, she would have flown across the lawn and bowled that entire group down like bowling pins, and then hopped up and apologized." Ruby pointed to a group of people standing at least forty meters away.

"What about if I stopped first," said Jarrett. We all turned to look.

"You would have taken the Queen out at the knees and both of you would have ended up in that pond," said Ruby. "And her dress would have turned transparent." Jarrett turned to Lina.

"We were not observant enough about potential outcomes," said Jarrett.

"Noted," said Lina. "But you would have hurt her."

"Unlikely," said Jarrett and the light bulb went on for Lina.

"So, she would have been fine but everything she is wearing would be transparent," said Jenkins.

"Yes," said Pari.

"You two fucked up," said Jenkins. "You would have gotten away with it."

OK, we all laughed.

"But you wouldn't have had her permission," I said.

"We know," said Lina and Jarrett. Lina got it out first.

"Save it," said Ruby. "When you get to the after party, the two of you should go up, tell Bob and Amy the amusing anecdote, and invite them to join the eight of you and Pari in a few hours of fun."

"We're supposed to proposition the king and queen," said Lina.

"And me," I said.

"And Pari," added Lina.

"Oh yes," I said. It came out pretty gutteral.

"You're a fun group, aren't you?" said Lina.

"In more ways than you can imagine," said Ruby.

"I have a pretty vivid imagination," said Lina.

"Not that vivid," I said, smiling.

Hell yes, they all moaned.

They're going to be fun. I'll leave tonight for another entry.

Lots, and lots, of fun.


A Texan Hispanic Southern Belle

I could pull that off, right? Going to work in my flowered dress with a dozen petticoats, carrying my parasol? This is Manda, from Texas.

I'm more likely to go to work naked. OK, almost 100% guaranteed that nudity will be involved in almost every day at work. I'm a horny little thing. Pretty sure you knew that because we all are. Girls and boys. Men and women. Everybody is horny. We get naked at work a lot.

Not to forget our friends of other genders. Really we don't care. You're alive, you're horny.

I might be off track. We ended up owning three large companies headquartered in Charlotte. Bank of America, Lowes, and Brighthouse Financial, which is a life insurance company. Rylee gave them all to me, but my goal was to leave Charlotte. Not my personal goal. It seems like a fine town. Rylee had other things for me to do.

But I never get to give anything up. Kyong runs Samsung, reporting to me. I'll get people running these three and keep them too. I think Rylee and Sophia are testing me a bit.

There are over 210 parks in Mecklenburg County, the home of Charlotte. Yes, this was a quick change of direction, but bear with me. Thirty-four of those parks are pretty good size. We know this because they have a brochure that highlights 34 parks. OK, our research was a Google search and a PDF. I leased them all, for this weekend. Friday at 5 through Sunday at 9. Friday night was concert night at all of them. The days were party time. We hired every play company within 200 miles. You know. Bounce houses. Ball pits. Water slides. Everything. We hired eleven different carnival companies. The largest parks would have a carnival too. We brought in over 25,000 volunteers, of which 15,000 were JetsonCar drivers, with their cars. We brought in another 30,000 autonomous JetsonCars. No driving to the event. Walk or call for a free JetsonCar.

I rented Carowinds, a big local theme park, for Monday and Tuesday for the volunteers.

When I come to town, everybody parties. OK, that was a ridiculous statement. I did have an event planning team on the ground. I'm beginning to think Jessica likes big parties because she always volunteers to lead big events. It does make kind of a statement, doesn't it, when the person in charge of an event this size is 4?

Did I mention everything was free? We hired every food truck, coffee truck, and ice cream truck for a five state radius. All were free. To anyone.

It was going to be quite a party. I invited damn near everyone to the party. I leveraged people like Grace and Orlando, for the concerts. Not just to perform, which they did, but also to invite their friends. Anybody in the industry that didn't already have a concert that night came. The people I got to meet! A few of which I got to meet. The stories I could tell. But we don't tell stories without permission.


Now this is a party

Bob here, with Amy. We're trying to get to every park and meet as many people as we can. I added something at the last minute. I'm sure you're surprised that I hadn't planned it well in advance. I'm such a planner. Stop laughing. OK, laugh.

I added rides into space. We brought in as many E-82 planes as we could. They're a manageable size. We brought in ten for each park, which was about the physical limit. They flew all day. The rides were short, about a half hour, and we did it with a lottery. You got a ticket when you walked in. All of the tickets had GPS, so we knew if you were still at the park. If not, you received a call asking for the best time to return for your flight. It was complicated, but easy to program. I know that for a fact because I did it this morning. OK, cutting it a little close.

We did have a rule that was controversial. The person that won was the person that won. You didn't get to bring someone with you. Like a parent. You're four and you won? Welcome aboard. Your parents can wait in the park. Yeah, we did that on purpose. They needed to start getting used to it. Pari is already negotiating to take over the schools. Your 4-year-old son or daughter will probably be in college in a few months. Start giving them a little more freedom right now. We also made a point that every pilot was 11 or younger. Every one. You're an adult and uncomfortable with the freedom of kids? You can pass on the flight if you want. Into space.

The furor over the rules lasted about three seconds. I was there. We had the drawing and a little boy screamed. Then he got into a fight with his parents. He's little too. I walked over. With Jessica.

She'd fly this one, even though she wasn't scheduled to do so.

Making a point, remember? We walked up and it was pretty heated. His mom was just standing there, with a bemused smile. He was arguing with his dad. Loudly. Surprisingly profanely.

"Language," said Jessica, loud enough to break their concentration. The dad quickly turned.

"Who the fuck are you?" said the dad. OK, snarled the dad.

"My name is Jessica," she said. "I'm the pilot for the flight." The dad looked at Jessica, then at me, then at his wife, who was laughing out loud at this point. He stormed off. I also noticed he had reacted to Jessica.

Yeah. There was an undercurrent here.

"Looks like you get to go, Anton," said the mom, laughing.

"Sometimes it is important to twist the knife," said Jessica. "Would you like to come too? The two of you could sit in the cockpit jumpseat."

Yeah, she wanted to come. Or cum. Her nipples were rock hard. Still a little concerned about their family situation. The dad was pissed. Jessica would figure it out. She would. You know she would. The plane took off and I wandered around for a bit, meeting people. I like people, which is funny, given I was damn near a hermit when all this started. The adulation does get old and sometimes I have to tell people to knock it off. I think the mustard on my shirt humanizes me too. Which is good because I spill a lot of mustard. The flight finally landed, and I wandered over. Jessica, Anton, and his mom got off together, laughing. That seemed encouraging. Just as they did, a JetsonCar landed.

"I'm taking a break Dad," said Jessica. "Be back soon."

"Not too soon," said Anton, which made Jessica laugh. Just then Bill ran up.

The three of them got in the car and flew away, leaving me standing next to Anton's mom.

"I'm Bob," I said, sticking out my hand. She laughed and shook it.

"I'm Mel, short for Melody, which no one calls me," said Mel.

"It seems like you have differing parenting styles," I said. Mel laughed again.

"No, not really," said Mel. "Toby is in denial. He wants to be in this world so bad. The kids turn him on so much and he is conflicted. He grew up super religious."

"What about you?" I asked.

"Lead me to a wrestling room," she said, smiling. "Are you kidding? Crazy wild sex with anyone 9 or above. I'm in for sure. It's not even that. We have an open marriage. He's just freaked out by the fact that not only does he want to fuck the kids, he really, really wants Anton's 10-year-old brother Adrian to fuck him."

"Are you safe? Should I be concerned?" I asked. She smiled.

"Thank you, but we're fine," she said. "If you buy the school system, it will force the issue. Toby is the principal of an elementary school. I've long known the kids turn him on. He controls it just fine. He just enjoys the view and comes home and fucks me. That works for me."

"Did I mention that I was 9 or over?" I asked.

"Smooth, very smooth," said Mel. "I don't believe that came up. I believe you value honesty. I'd love to spend time with you, Amy, and Pari."

"We would all like that too, but not mid-fight. Work it out and find one of us. Don't do it alone. Bring him too," I said. She got a thoughtful look.

"You're a good man, Bob, but what did you mean find any of you?" she asked. "They won't have a clue who I am."

"They know," I said. I didn't explain that they'd listened to the conversation through me.

"I won't even ask how," she said, smiling again. Just then, her husband walked back up, with a sheepish look on his face.

"This is very confusing," he said, to Mel.

"It is Toby," said Mel. "But in a good way."

"How about the two of you join my wife and I and our girlfriend for a night of wild sex," I said, to them both. Mel smirked. Toby stared. Then he got thoughtful.

"You're serious," he said.

"Sure," I said. "You're both attractive, and at least Mel is funny. The three of us love sex. So yes."

"The three of you," said Toby. "Who is your third?"

"Pari," said Mel and I together. Then she said jinx.

I turned to Toby.

"Do you understand the significance of a jinx?" I said.

"I am about to watch you passionately kiss my wife," he said, this time smiling. Oh boy he's hard.

So, I did. Passion was involved. Mel vibrated through a pretty impressive orgasm too.

"You just made her cum with a kiss," he said. "Can I do that?"

"Sure," I said, opening my arms.

"I meant make her cum with my kiss," he said, although he clearly wanted that kiss. I know a bouncing cock when I see it. Pari had just walked up.

"Maybe you did," she said. "But you want Bob to kiss you too."

He started to stammer something, and I just held my arms open again.

And he walked right into them. Sorry about the wet underwear. My kisses can sometimes make a cock erupt too.

We agreed that the next morning before the event started would be a great time, but they needed to bring Anton and Adrian too.

"Wait," said Toby. "Our boys? Bring our boys?"

Just then a JetsonCar landed and Anton got out with Jessica and Bill. Anton was just beaming. He also had his shirt on inside out. I looked at Jessica and she realized it too and shrugged. She also has a little cum in her hair. That's not OK. I waved her over.

"Why do you have cum in your hair?" I asked. She wiped it off and licked it.

"Oh, that's Bill's," she said. I raised my eyebrows.

"No, seriously. Ask Mom. I talked to her and she put us both on birth control," said Jessica.

"Even though you're too young to do anything that would require it," I said. Jessica laughed.

"Dad, you'll give me an exception any time I ask for it. You know you should just give us the 7-year-old exception," said Jessica. I should, but I haven't.

"Not my place," said Pari. "But I agree with her."

"Not my place is one of your favorite intros to say something you want to say," I said and Pari laughed. Just then Anton noticed the wet spot in his dad's pants. He just smiled slyly. Another young man ran up and hugged Mel. Given he looked just like Anton, it was pretty easy to infer this was Adrian. Adrian is a Thirties-year-old hunk. We did the introductions again, to Adrian's laughter.

"You're almost hermits. No one would know who you are," said Adrian, just as Manda walked up. He introduced himself and his family to Manda, quite nicely.

"So, are you buying our school system?" asked Adrian.

"Probably," said Manda.

"Outstanding," said Adrian. "Then I can finally fulfill Dad's wish to fuck him in the ass."

"You don't have to wait for that," said Manda. "We can all just go to my house."

"We are," said Pari. "They're coming over at 6 am. That should give us a couple hour taste."

"You consider a couple hours of sex just a taste?" asked Mel. OK, we laughed. Even Bill and Jessica.

"It's often measured in days. One time it was weeks," said Bill.

"More than one time," said Jessica, and we all laughed again.

OK, the four newcomers moaned.

"May I apply for an exception at least for tomorrow?" asked Anton. "Perhaps the three of us could all have a 7-year-old exception?" I'm confident that Jessica put him up to it.

"You'll have to explain it to your parents," I said. He did. Quite graphically.

"Awesome," said Adrian. "I could fuck Dad and Anton." Anton just beamed.

"I could fuck you too," said Anton, to Adrian. Then they did a fist bump.

Even Mel was surprised but she jumped right in.

"How does he apply for an exception?" asked Mel.

"He asks you," said Pari. "You ask us. If you approve, then given the circumstances, I think Bob will likely approve it."

I just nodded.

"OK," said Mel. "I formally request the exception and that it be permanent."

Anton moaned.

"You can't play with him," said Mel, sternly.

"No," said Toby. "But we can watch." Yeah, Toby and Mel moaned. OK, I admit it. All of us did.

"You'll enjoy Anton in the middle of a train with Jessica and me," said Bill.

We all would, son, we all would.

I'll come back to the story about the party.


Mo' schools

Pari and I had a meeting with the Charlotte school district. This is Manda still.

I've never done this before but Pari has a lot. She warned me that it could be a lousy meeting, particularly a school district in the south.

Yeah that's not really what happened. Let me jump in to how it went. We arrived at the school district offices and there was a welcoming committee waiting in the lobby. The Superintendent of schools. The entire school board. The principals of selected high schools.

And kids. A lot of kids. It turned out they had invited kids from a number of schools to join the meeting. I was particularly impressed with the diversity of kids. They weren't just the white kids from suburban schools.

They led us into a small auditorium and there was a conference table setup on the stage. The kids all filled up the seats and we were led onto the stage and offered seats at the table. We did the introductions. They had microphones on the table so everyone in the audience could hear.

"I admit this is unexpected," I said. The school superintendent, Laney, laughed.

"When the Minister of Education for Dionysus requests a meeting, it generates some excitement," she said. "When the CEO of several of the largest companies in town is also attending, that excitement is multiplied. The entire point of a school system is the kids. We did a quick lottery to choose schools to attend and then a lottery in the school to choose their two representatives."

Wow. They didn't hand pick the schools or the kids. I am seriously impressed.

"That's wonderful," I said. "Truly impressive. Do you mind if I speak directly to the kids?"

Laney just smiled and nodded. She even handed me a lav mic and I clipped it to my collar. They sure were prepared.

"Hi," I said and they damn near burst my ear drums with their reply. They are an excited group of kids.

"My name is Manda," I said. "Please raise your hand if you already know who I am." Every kid in the room raised their hand. I heard Pari snort and turned and all the people at the conference table dutifully had their hands in the air.

Including Pari.

Ok I laughed. I turned back to the kids.

"How many of you know the basics of Dionysus schools?" I asked. Every hand shot up.

They dropped their hands but a young boy near the front raised his hand. Sure dude.

I pointed at him.

Someone ran up and handed him a mic. These were really prepared people.

"My name is Makhi," he said. "I'm in the third grade and 9-years-old." He mentioned his school and I knew it was a pretty low-rated school. Makhi is black, which is true of the majority of kids at his school.

"Can we cut to the chase?" said Makhi. "The school system already put us through your testing and has prepared an initial schedule for us all. I am bored out of my skull in the third grade and according to the testing, I could graduate high school in less than a month. Are you buying our schools?"

That set me back a bit. I turned back to the table and everyone was smiling.

"Your sample tests and teacher and administration guides are on your website. We are hopeful so we got a little ahead," said Laney. "We also have signed permission slips from every parent in the district."

Wow.

I need to say that again.

Wow.

I waved Makhi onto the stage. I grabbed another lav mic and helped him clip it on. What I really wanted to do was strip him naked and climb on board.

Which got me a smile.

I pulled over two chairs and we sat facing each other. I handed him a file folder that Pari had with her.

The proposed financials. He immediately started reading it, with his tongue stuck out a little. He is really focused. The entire room was silent and patiently waiting. It was the entire proposal. Pricing for the acquisition. Proposed building plan. Salaries. Transition plan.

Everything. Pari has this down by now. He finally looked up.

"You're overvaluing your offer by roughly 50%. I assume that is on purpose?" said Makhi.

I nodded.

"Your building plan is aggressive but appears doable with your technology. I would adjust the order by a little but not much. Do you have a proposal to buy any colleges?" he asked. Pari walked over and handed him another file folder.

He opened it and laughed.

"You don't go small, do you?" he said. I just smiled. Given it was the entire UNC system, his observation was fair.

"This says you would make them sequential. I would do them concurrently," he said. Then he pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me.

"These are the surrounding school districts, prioritized in the order that I believe works best," he said. "Although my recommendation would be a big bang and buying them all at once. That would be the most efficient."

I love this kid. Oh. That got me another big smile.

Outstanding. I looked over at Pari and she smiled and nodded. I added his piece of paper to one of the file folders and handed them back to him.

"OK," I said. He smiled. He got up and moved his chair over to the table. I did too.

Pari and I didn't say another word. He took over the meeting. He shared the financials which got an immediate positive reaction. He walked through the school rebuilding program. He only had the financials, so he was making major decisions during his presentation.

We still didn't feel the need to interject. They agreed on the terms and he stood and walked around to Laney and held out his hand.

"It appears we have a deal," he said. They shook and we were done.

Except we weren't. He moved his chair to the front of the stage and suggest that Pari, Laney, and I do the same. Then he opened it up to questions, but I had one first.

"I have a question," I said. Makhi nodded.

"This auditorium is filled with kids. There is not a teacher, parent, or chaperone in sight. How is that possible?" I said.

"Would chaperones for students this age be required in your school system?" asked Makhi.

"No, they wouldn't," I said. He just smiled and waited me out.

I admit I laughed. We took questions from the audience for over an hour. They were all clearly smart, motivated, and snarky. We appreciate snarky. We got the obligatory sex questions, but those are just, well, normal. I did love one young woman's question.

"I'm interested in being a teacher," she said. "Since I will likely complete the program quickly, would there be teaching opportunities for people my age?

"What's your name?" asked Makhi and she laughed.

"My name is Gemma," she said. "And to answer your next question, I'm Thirties."

"And how old do you anticipate you'll be when you've received your degree and teaching certification?" asked Makhi. Keep it up dude. She looked a little confused.

"Oh, I understand now," said Gemma. "Still 6."

I love confidence.

"We'll be growing the schools," said Makhi. "We anticipated a number of students returning to school and there are already teacher shortages. Once you receive your certification, a job will be waiting. What do you want to teach?"

"Initially, high school math, but as I progress in my education, I'll want to add college teaching too," said Gemma.

"By about 7?" said Makhi, clearly with a smile. She laughed too.

"No, still 6," she said. "I've got a lot of time on my hands before I turn 7." Oh yeah, we knew what she meant.

Well damn.

Finally, the questions wound down. Makhi and I stood up.

"Let us know if you need any help," I said. I handed him one more file folder.

"This includes the valuation for all the surrounding districts and for the UNC system," I said. Pari walked up and handed him a phone. One of our phones.

"You'll find all the numbers you need in the contacts," said Pari. "Including ours."

This is where they freak out. Not this time.

"Thank you," said Makhi. "I am sure I will have many questions. I would appreciate one of you joining me for the meeting with UNC."

"Just UNC?" asked Pari. Makhi just smiled.

Damn.

"Would you like to join us for dinner?" asked Pari. His non-verbal reaction was as powerful as his saying yes. The Superintendent walked over.

"Am I correct that I report to Makhi now?" she asked, just casually.

"Yes," said Makhi. "However, I prefer teammates. You are the professional educator and I will need to rely on you, particularly as we grow."

I just love this kid. That got me another smile.

The meeting broke up and everyone filed out. We walked out with them and watched the kids all get on their buses. I was really impressed. There were kids as young as kindergarten and they all knew exactly what bus to get on. I turned to Makhi.

"Do you need to let your parents know you're coming to dinner?" I asked. I saw something flash on his face. Fear.

"No, I'm good," he said, in an overly cheerful voice. Pari beat me to it.

"Spill it," said Pari, in a voice that you just couldn't refuse. He took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh.

"My parents took off," he said. "I don't know where they are." Just then a young girl walked up, and he took her hand.

"I guess I should say that we don't know where they are," said Makhi. "This is my sister Abril." Well shit.

"Where are you living?" I asked.

"With friends," he said. Abril glared at him.

"Tell them the truth," she said, in a voice that made it clear he would.

"OK," he said, sadly. "We couched surfed until we wore out our welcome. We mostly sleep on the streets and get to school early to shower."

"Are there other kids in similar situations that you know?" asked Pari.

"There is a kids' camp under a bridge. We all look out for each other," said Abril. "The cops look the other way as long as we do what they want."

Ah shit. Just shit. Abril's younger than Makhi. Again, shit. Ah fuck. Abril's 13.

"How many kids?" I asked.

"About thirty of us," said Makhi.

"Show us," said Pari. They both hesitated.

"That was an order," said Pari. We walked out of the school building and over to our car. We just had a little Kia SUV. We didn't want to be too ostentatious. Pari got in the front with me and Mahki and Abril got in the back. I admit, I had wondered why there were two car seats in the back.

Then we headed to their camp. They had us park a bit away so we would not freak anyone out. We walked over hoping that since we are kids we wouldn't spook anyone.

Except for that whole everybody knows exactly who we are thing. Luckily, we didn't seem to be too intimidating. The kids all crowded around us. Pari took over.

"Last night was your last night in the streets," said Pari. "Spread the word if you know of others in this situation. Tell them to notify the counselor at their school and if they're not in school they can walk in any school and tell them."

Pari held up her phone for me to see. It was a listing for a small motel. It was recently completed, ready for move in, and empty.

"It is available?" I asked.

"Not anymore," said Pari, with a smile. Just then an entire group of JetsonCars landed. I gave Pari credit. Somehow she had gotten actual JetsonCars. Every city has some. Hey, they're fun.

"Ok folks, gather up your stuff," said Pari. They all did, clearly assuming that whatever Pari and I were offering was better than living under a bridge.

"I'll stay here," said Makhi. "Not everyone was here."

Just then another group of JetsonCars landed. Each had a sign in the window explaining what was going on. They included instructions that all you had to do was get in and the car would take you to some place safe, compliments of Dionysus.

"I still want to stay," said Makhi. "Not everyone would get in." Pari smiled and nodded.

I'm loving this kid even more.

I'm beginning to think the feeling is mutual.


Makhi was right

After all the other kids left, new kids started trickling in. This is Pari. They all looked freaked until they saw Makhi. It was really clear that he was a leader with these kids. Some took some convincing but eventually they all got in a car, usually in small groups. Safety in numbers I suppose. I didn't expect to, but we stayed all night.

Makhi insisted.

He finally admitted why, after no one arrived for several hours.

"Cadance isn't here. I'm worried," he said. Shit.

"Next time tell me earlier," I said. I pulled out my phone and texted Rylee to find her. It took her less than a minute. She had been picked up for shoplifting a loaf of bread and was in juvie.

I explained it to Makhi, and he freaked.

"This is bad. She must not have paid off," said Makhi. "They'll hurt her. Badly."

Double shit.

Rylee texted me again.

"Passport will arrive in 10. Stay where you are," she said. Got it.

"We need to wait here just briefly. Then we will go get her. Trust me," I said. He is really freaked out and I did my best to calm him. Maybe I shouldn't have, particularly outdoors, but a quick blowjob helped.

I do give good head.

I heard the telltale sound and an E-82 drifted down with our courier. The door dropped and for the first time, Makhi was speechless.

I admit I did not expect our courier to be Amy. When you need the big guns...

She didn't even come over. She just waved us on board. Makhi was a bit catatonic but got on board. I sat with him in the jump seat and we flew a short hop and landed at what was clearly a government complex. Amy led the way in. We got to the desk and Amy was on.

"Excuse me," she said, to the bored guard at the desk. "You appear to be illegally detaining a Dionysus citizen with diplomatic immunity."

He clearly didn't care. At all.

"Come back in the morning," he said, returning to his newspaper. Dude, you shouldn't have done that. Seriously. It was a bad idea.

Amy snatched his paper away. He was clearly pissed. She leaned in close to him.

"We will not be coming back in the morning," she hissed. "You will release her immediately."

He laughed. Oh boy. He shouldn't have laughed. He really shouldn't have. Amy walked around the desk towards the door. The locked door.

It wasn't going to slow down Amy when she was on a mission. The door simply exploded, and we walked right through. The guard tried to get up, but he couldn't. Amy, you know. She stormed into the back and we followed her. We walked into what was a TV room but that was not what was going on.

It was horrible. Vile. All the profanity you can even imagine.

Amy is powerful but so am I. The first thing I did was turn on the camera in my earring. I'm confident Amy did too.

They were hurting the kids. Fucking them dry. Everywhere. Beating on them and laughing. Truly horrible.

Then we took care of the situation. They're all lined up against the wall, cuffed with their own handcuffs. Almost immediately a team came in. One of our teams. In uniform. Armed. They stood guard. The FBI team arrived shortly after. We didn't trust local law enforcement.

Social services arrived next. Amy wasn't having any of it.

"You are not touching one child. They are all coming with us. We are granting them asylum," said Amy, to the lead social worker.

"You can't do that," shouted the social worker.

"Like hell I can't. Your taking care of them resulted in this," said Amy. "I don't trust any of you. This couldn't have been happening without a lot of people knowing. Maybe including you."

Rules or not, I read her. I'm sure Amy did too.

She is one sick fuck. Good thing we had another pair of handcuffs.

Then it escalated. An armed Sheriff's SWAT team came in the door, with guns drawn.

Have you ever seen guns spontaneously bend in half? I have. Of course, I bent many of them. Amy got the rest.

"No, I didn't," thought Amy, to me. "Makhi did."

We both looked at him and he shrugged.

Now we had an entire SWAT team handcuffed. I heard the whoosh and we herded all the kids out the door. The guard was still trapped in his seat.

Until Amy handcuffed him.

Amy led the kids out and Makhi and I did a sweep to ensure we didn't miss any kids. We found one really little girl in bed. Crying. Bleeding. Cadance.

Aw shit.

How do we keep getting in the middle of all these things? Not me. Our country.

I guess because we are good people.

I carried the little girl out myself while trying to soothe her. We flew straight to the hotel Pari bought. There was a big FBI contingent and an entire medical team. They'd setup a triage and I carried her right to the front of the line. The nurse took one look at her and shouted for blood.

It was pretty clear she was bleeding out. I put her on the bed and stepped out of the way. A young woman ran in and did a quick exam. She turned to me.

"You brought her in?" she asked. I nodded. "You saved her life. Barely."

We had the big guns. That was Elena. Looking around I see damn near everyone. We went inside. Jessica had a group and was reading them a story. They were all in new pajamas. Just as we approached, she finished the book and stood up.

"Now it is way past your bedtime," said Jessica. "You all have roommates, but I'm going to be in the first room with Bill too. If you get scared, come see us, no matter how late." With that, she led the kids to the elevator.

She was the smallest kid in the group. Bob walked up and saw me watching them.

"She's a good kid," said Bob, smiling and clearly proud. He put his arm around me and we just kind of watched them until the last one got in the elevator. Bill had taken the first batch up and Jessica was herding this group in.

I am fucking lucky to be a part of this. Bob gave me a squeeze. No, he didn't read me. He didn't need to. We feel each other. I got the squeeze because he felt how happy I am.

Amy and I do it too. That's why she personally came to help. She felt my fear.

From across the ocean.

We know. We will.

"Come on," said Bob. "It's almost lights out. We've both got a floor. You've got the 11 and 12 year olds. Try not to use them all up." We both laughed. He knows I will.

Kidding.

Maybe. It's been a weird day. I'd hope to share with Bob and Amy. Wait.

"What ages do you have?" I asked.

"The infants," he said. I just looked at him.

"Infants?" I choked out. "How many?"

"Eleven," he said. He looked at me and grimaced.

"They're the kids of the girls and their rapists," said Bob. Oh, good Lord. I walked right into a hug. This shit hurts. Bob let me hug it out. I finally pushed away a bit, but he kept his arms around me.

"You won't get any sleep. How many people are helping you?" I asked. He just gave me a sheepish grin. Just then Elena walked up.

"Does Elena have a floor?" I asked, of Bob. Bob shook his head no, so I turned to her.

"Stay up all night with Bob taking care of eleven babies or take the floor with the 11 and 12 year olds?" I asked and she laughed. No, she cackled.

"I love 11 and 12 year olds," she said. "What floor?" Dammit. Dammit. Yes, that deserved a second, and now third, dammit.

I can't tell you much about what happened with the babies. I fell asleep in a chair about ten minutes after we got into the makeshift nursery. Bob covered me up and I didn't wake up until morning. He'd taken care of all the babies. By himself.

Which is why Amy walked into my thanking Bob. Vigorously. As in bouncing up and down, naked.

Amy smiled and closed and locked the door.

Then she was naked too.

Bob might have been exhausted, but he pushed through it. Pushed. Ha!

I told him while I was riding him, which is why both of us had a massive orgasm while laughing. Something we are going to try to do every damn time. Holy shit.

Laughing and cumming is a little overwhelming, but spectacular. Try it!

By mid-morning, everything seemed to be under control. Makhi had moved into the office and was running the place, to the surprise of absolutely no one. I'll let him tell the story of his next few weeks.

He told me the story personally. In bed. Oh, come on. You would have to if you could.

I could. I did.

I'll let him continue the story. Lots more threads out of this one!



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Character information

Name Chapters Age Description when introduced Stats when introduced
Bob All 27 Dad 6'2" (188 cm) - Swimmer's body, 6-inch (15 cm) cut average cock
Amy All 25 Mom (and the Nanny, to start) 5'1" (155 cm) - Bright red hair, C cup
Morgan All 19 The oldest of the new kids 5'5" (165 cm) Dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
Orlando All 17 The middle child and the only boy 5'0" (152 cm) -- Dirty blonde, 6-inch (15 cm) cut thick cock
Leslie All 15 The youngest 4'6" (137 cm) -- Brown hair, flat-chested
Chris 6,8,11,14-118 15 Boat sales person but becomes more 4'11" (150 cm) -- Slim, glorious puffy nipples
Jason 6,7,9,15-16,20-23,23-24,26-27,29,33-34,75,78,86,92,97,102,108-109,118 Thirties Financial adviser 6'1" (185 cm) - Just a good-looking guy
Ruby 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-47,49-58,61,63-74,76-93,95,95-96,98-118 13 Juanita's sister 4'11" (150 cm) -- Dark hair, Hispanic, sexy, flat
Sophia 7,8-9,14-19,23-24,27,29-34,36-44,46-48,53-54,56-58,62-64,66,68,70-71,73-76,79-82,84-85,87-88,90-95,97-98,100-105,108-110,112,115-118 22 New Italian friend and Goddess 5'7" (170 cm) - stunning, simply stunning, B cup
Elena 7,8-9,14,16-19,23,27,30-31,34,36-40,42-47,51-52,54,56-58,60-63,65-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-82,87,95-96,101,104,106-107,111-116,118 13 Sophia's daughter 4'5" (135 cm) - sexy AF
Rylee 18,27,32,36-39,48,52,56-58,60-63,66,69,71-74,76-77,81-85,89-93,96,99-102,105-112,118 15 Cheerleader with Leslie and Chris 5'4" (163 cm) - sexy AF, B cup
Grace 23,29-30,36,38,43-44,48,50,54-57,63-77,79-82,84-85,87,90,92-93,95-102,104-105,107,110,112-115,117-118 18 Just Grace  
Bill 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,94-96,99,102,104-105,107,109-112,114-116,118 4 Bob and Amy's son  
Jessica 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,93-96,99-100,102,104-105,107-112,114-116,118 4 Bob and Amy's daughter  
Phary 45,59,69-70,78-79,88,90,96,101,112,118 12 Chantou and Many's daughter 5'0" (152 cm) - dark hair, simply stunning, puffies.
Nan 45,48,50-51,53,57,59,61-62,64-66,68-70,72-73,76,81-83,85-87,89-95,97-101,103-105,107,110-113,115-116,118 6 9th grade student 3'8" (112 cm) - cute, bubbly, fun
Pari 48,49,62,65,68-70,74,77-78,80-81,83,86-95,97-115,117-118 11 Alea and Sargon's daughter 4'10" (147 cm) - cute, sexy, breast bumps
Lizzie 75,114,117-118 14 Cathy's daughter 5'2" (157 cm) - Dark hair, cute, B cup
Catalina 77,91,118 Twenties Resort manager in Dallas 5'8" (173 cm) - Dark hair, olive skin, glorious puffies
Tupac 77,106,118 Twenties Resort valet in Dallas 6'0" (183 cm) -- Lean, athletic, incredibly body, 10-inch (25.5 cm) BBC
Frida 95,99,106,109,113-114,118 9 Student at the Berlin school 4'10" (147 cm) - Blonde, thin, nipple bumps, undeveloped
Manda 111,118 9 PhD student from Dallas 4'3" (130 cm) - Dark hair, funny, thin, nipple bumps
Kyong 111,118 15 New Samsung CEO. Formerly night shift maid 5'2" (157 cm) - Dark hair, Asian, tiny, B cup
Winston 118 36 Major domo in Dallas for Phary and Pari 5'11" (180 cm) - Brown hair, thin but wiry, 6-inch (15 cm) cock
Sadie 118 17 Part of Phary's team and a Dallas local 5'6" (168 cm) - Blonde, athletic, cute as hell, B cup
Aria 118 14 Part of Phary's team and from El Paso 5'4" (163 cm) - Black hair, Hispanic, thin, A cup
Mateo 118 8 Part of Phary's team and from Corpus Christie 4'3" (130 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, fit, snarky, 3-inch (8 cm) uncut cock
Emory 118 7 Part of Phary's team and from Atlanta 3'9" (114 cm) - Dark blonde, thin, cute, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Grayson 118 12 Part of Phary's team and from Omaha 5'1" (155 cm) - Dark blonde hair, average, funny, 4-inch (10 cm) cock
Paisley 118 7 Mateo's sister 3'10" (117 cm) - Dark hair, a little chubby, flat
Jaime 118 Sixties CEO of JPMorganChase  
Ximena 118 24 Mateo's mom 5'6" (168 cm) - Dark hair, trim and athletic, C cup
Krystyna 118 29 Executive at JPMorgan Chase 5'6" (168 cm) - Blonde, trim, D cup
Jarrett 118 15 Kid at a White House party 5'9" (175 cm) - Auburn hair, skinny, 7-inch (18 cm) thin uncut cock
Kenzie 118 9 Kid at a White House party 4'6" (137 cm) - Brown hair, average, adorable, flat
Jenkins 118 15 Jarrett's identical twin 5'9" (175 cm) - Auburn hair, skinny, 7-inch (18 cm) thin uncut cock
Silas 118 31 Kenzie's dad 6'1" (185 cm) - Dark brown hair, muscular, 7-inch (18 cm) average uncut cock
Janelle 118 29 Kenzie's mom 5'5" (165 cm) - Sandy blonde, fit as hell, B cup
Salvatore 118 37 Jarrett and Jenkin's dad 6'1" (185 cm) - Blonde, really muscular, 7-inch (18 cm) average cock
Raphael 118 37 Jarrett and Jenkin's dad 6'1" (185 cm) - Dark hair, muscular swimmer's build, 7-inch (18 cm) average cock
Penelope 118 34 Raphael and Salvatore's sister 5'7" (170 cm) - Dark hair, model gorgeous, C cup
Arianna 118 34 Penelope's identical twin 5'7" (170 cm) - Dark hair, model gorgeous, C cup
Lisa 118 9 Jarrett and Jenkin's sister 4'2" (127 cm) - Light brown hair, thin, nipple bumps
Lina 118 9 Jarrett and Jenkin's sister and Lina's twin 4'2" (127 cm) - Light brown hair, thin, nipple bumps
Anton 118 6 Boy at the Charlotte party 3'6" (107 cm) - Brown hair, thin, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Mel 118 33 Anton's mom 5'2" (157 cm) - Brown hair, trim, B cup
Toby 118 35 Anton's dad and Mel's husband 5'10" (178 cm) - Brown hair, fit, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut cock
Adrian 118 10 Anton's brother 5'0" (152 cm) - Brown hair, thin, 5-inch (13 cm) uncut cock
Laney 118 42 Charlotte school superintendent 5'6" (168 cm) - Blonde, lithe, B cup
Makhi 118 9 Charlotte student 4'2" (127 cm) - Dark hair, Black, thin, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Gemma 118 6 Charlotte student 3'5" (104 cm) - Blonde, adorable, flat
Abril 118 5 Mahki's sister 3'5" (104 cm) - Dark hair, Black, cute
Cadance 118 9 Mahki's friend 4'4" (132 cm) - Dark hair, thin, flat

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