5 October 2020

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Our double date

Kassidy told me I should write this for the journal.

What Kassidy wants...

Let me refresh you because a lot has gone on in the journal since this happened. It wasn't even that long ago, but there are so many stories now. This is Benji. You know. Freakishly tall at 7.

You might remember the plays in the NBA part better. My dad is even taller and also plays in the NBA, but he's an old man of 17.

Right?

So I am going on a first date, if you don't count lunch, with Kassidy. Kassidy is the Chair of the Physics department at Stanford.

Did you catch the part about where I am 7? Now, before you scream that she is a pedophile, Kassidy is 13. More mature, for sure, but not that far away from me in age. Look at Luke and Cassie. And I got skills, baby.

Yeah, I meant those skills.

It is a double-date with Josh and Melissa. Melissa is in our PhD program in Physics. Melissa is also 9 and adorable. She's Vietnamese, which might not have jumped off the page with a name like Melissa. There had been some mention of parents, but that didn't happen. Thankfully. We'll meet them before the wedding.

Kidding. Maybe.

So, two tall black guys, with a young Vietnamese girl and a young white girl, both of which look like children standing next to us. This is going to go well, I am sure. Dad has been hammering into me that I have to be careful because of the color of my skin since I was a tiny little dude. It sucks, but it is what it is, so I'm careful. Hell, I'll be subservient if I have to. Just let it go by. I've experienced it. We were homeless black kids. It is not like there were a lot of people offering us services.

Camron is our hero. Another young black man. How weird is that?

We're going to have fun though. We have reservations, but also reserved a boat tie-up. Akira is loaning us one of her boats. A Galeon 400 Fly. It is truly gorgeous. It is silly, but one of the things I always dreamed about was a boat. In an odd way, it makes sense. Josh and I spent a lot of time at Fisherman's Wharf. Now, you're thinking we walked around, and people watched, which we did. The real reason was that nobody hassled us when we dumpster dived. Heck, we've got reservations at Scoma's which is an iconic seafood restaurant. We've eaten there hundreds of times and the food is amazing.

We've just never been inside. We ate around back. Out of the dumpster. No, that's not entirely true. The staff were good to us. If we knocked on the back door, they'd always give us food. I don't know why they did, or for how many they did it, but it was reliable for us.

They saved us, literally, from starving. This time I am going in the front door. I've already spoken about it to Akira. You'll understand why later.

So anyway, we left campus in my new AMG GT S 4-door. I look stylin' driving it. Although I fly it more than I drive it. We dropped down a few blocks from the marina and drove in, like we always do. I don't know exactly why we do, but that's what most people in the journal do, so we do it too.

We weren't out of the car 3 minutes before it started. We were walking around, after stopping in to chat with Nickie. Nickie is the manager of the marina. Nickie is 9.

Kassidy and Melissa like Nickie. Who can blame them? Josh and I do too.

We were walking up and down looking at the boats and stopped at the end to look at Akira's boat. Her 287 foot long boat.

"You know the owner of this yacht?" said Melissa. "It is pretty freaking impressive."

I admit I laughed.

"You do too," said Josh. "It belongs to Camron, Akira, and Mona."

"Of course it does," said Melissa. Which is why we were all laughing when the cop walked up, with his freaking hand on his gun. Josh and I knew the drill. We stood absolutely still, with our hands visible, and didn't move.

"You know you boys are trespassing," he said, in a freaking southern drawl. "I'm going to have to take you in. Girls, are you safe? Are these boys bothering you?"

Well fuck. Not the first time, not the last time.

Just then, Nickie ran up.

"You're trespassing," she said, pretty loudly.

"That's what I just told them, little girl," said the cop. "I'm taking them in right now. Assume the position, boys. I'm sure you know what to do."

"I wasn't talking to them," said Nickie, in an incredibly stern voice, through gritted teeth. I like this Nickie.

"Me too," thought Kassidy. "Not tonight, but we'll invite her over soon. Maybe some leather panties and a crop."

It took all I had to not laugh. Now would not be the time to laugh.

"I was talking to you, officer," said Nickie. "You damn well know this is Dionysus property and you have to ask permission to come onto our property."

That's when the cop laughed.

"Like you know anything about that, little girl," he said.

"How far outside of your patrol area are you?" asked Nickie, which clearly startled him, but he caught himself.

"Go away, little girl, or I'll arrest you too," he said, unsnapping his gun belt. Fuck, that's never a good sign.

That's when I heard a familiar sound. The sound of an ion plane dropping down.

A new S-88. Pointed at us. It is a little scary. Hovering over the water, pointed at us. If I couldn't see Ruby and Leslie in the cockpit, I would have been worried.

"I wouldn't move, officer," said Nickie. "You're under arrest."

He laughed and pulled out his gun. Ion bursts are invisible, so I am sure he was startled when the gun just freaking disappeared. Then he danced around a little because they vaporized the gun in his ankle holster.

He stood up and was clearly scared. Ruby slipped the plane sideways and dropped the stairs onto the dock. She and Leslie came out, in full uniform, with ion rifles.

It is both the sexiest and the scariest thing I have ever seen.

"My God, they're sexy," thought Melissa. You got that right.

They walked up and Ruby kept her gun pointed at him and Leslie zip cuffed him. They pushed him onto a bench. You could hear sirens in the background. That made the cop smirk.

"You're going to pay for this," he said. "Fucking pay for it."

Two cops appeared at the top of the walkway down into the marina.

"Permission to enter?" asked the more senior cop. I think he might be a big dude, because he has a lot of gold on his collar. The other cop has sergeant stripes and is clearly deferring to the first guy.

"Chief!" shouted the cop. "Get me out of here. These people are detaining me! I'm freaking zip cuffed." Neither cop at the top of the stairs moved.

They were waiting for Nickie. Clearly waiting for Nickie.

Nickie turned to Leslie.

"What do you think?" she said. "Will SFPD deal with him, or should you take him up?"

"Take me up?" squeaked the cop. Nickie turned to him.

"You've seen where the orange one is, right?" asked Nickie, and the cop nodded.

And then peed himself. Gross. Serves him freaking right.

Nickie turned back to Leslie.

"Take him up," she said. "I'm tired of this bullshit. Maybe it will teach a lesson to the next cop. What do you think?"

Leslie and Ruby both smiled at Nickie. That's when we got to watch Nickie vibrate through an orgasm.

"Sorry about that," said Leslie. "We were both careful, but even that was enough with both of us."

"Not sorry," said Nickie, in the sexiest damn voice.

"OK," said Kassidy. "First date or not, you're all coming to dinner with us and back to Josh and Benji's place. We'll do our first date another time."

"You sure?" asked Ruby, giving Kassidy a smile that she clearly did not temper.

Kassidy just vibrated.

"I believe you reinforced my point. Bring friends," said Kassidy. "We have reservations at Scoma's. Can you be back after dinner?"

"No," said Leslie. "But hear me out. Have your dinner and your evening together. We'll be back with our partners tomorrow and go out on the big boat."

Hard to argue with that.

Well this is going to be fun

Leslie here. This is going to be a shitstorm. We took an SFPD officer into custody. With the Chief watching.

He was pissed.

Fuck him. Not literally. Some men just no. No.

This can't be Nickie's problem. It is mine. It is literally my job. I sent Ruby up with the prisoner and stayed behind. I admit I almost laughed. You know the cop was plotting all the ways he could get the better of Ruby.

Sorry dude. Not gonna happen.

I walked over to the Chief.

"Afternoon, Chief," I said. We'd met repeatedly on this exact same issue. There is still some bad blood about our taking out the councilman.

The words fuck'em just roll off the tongue.

"You know you can't do that," he said.

"One more step and I'll take you up too," I said. Ah shit. Why did he have to go do that? I did appreciate that the Sergeant just rolled his eyes and didn't do shit.

I wonder if it is meaningful that both the cop we took up and the Chief are white and the Sergeant is black.

Of course it is.

By now Ruby had already released the video of the cop and our capture. Transparency in everything. Things had been improving since the riots of 2020, but still had a ways to go. Just then, Ruby got back and saw the Chief and laughed.

"You couldn't have sent them up together?" she said. She took him by the zip cuff and shuffled him onto the plane and took off.

"Are you going to arrest every police officer that comes onto your property?" asked the Sergeant.

"No," I said. "I'm Leslie. May I call you Rolland?"

"Sure, Leslie," he said. "Whatever it takes. So if I step onto your property, do I go up?"

"That is an it depends," I said. "If you ask permission, particularly with the intent to defuse the situation, then sure, you're welcome. If you're just being a dick, then no."

"We'll bring the Chief back," I said. "We were just making a point and you all need to listen to that."

Just then a SWAT van screeched to a halt. The back doors opened and a full crew, in riot gear, ran towards us.

"We got this," said the leader. The Sergeant and I moved aside, and they ran down the ramp, guns out.

Past me. Who has an ion strapped across her chest.

"You're about to lose a lot of expensive equipment," I said.

"Serves them right," he said, with a touch of resignation.

You heard the rip of the Velcro when I pulled my ion gun off my chest. They all turned, with their weapons trained on us.

"Could you not point those at us, please," said Rolland. They all looked conflicted.

Don't hesitate when you point a gun at me because I won't.

Their guns vanished. I admit, I have been tempted to ask them to add jump technology that would let me replace the guns with giant dildos.

Come on. That would be funny.

One of them went for their ankle holster. Seriously?

Now he has faceplanted onto the concrete.

"Don't worry," I said. "He'll wake up with a headache, but he'll be fine."

"He will never live it down," said the Sergeant.

"Ain't that grand?" I said.

"Yes, yes it is," he said, laughing.

"You ready to retire and come work with us?" I said. He looked at me.

"You serious?" he asked.

"Sure," I said. "You're handling this flawlessly by not handling it. Just letting it happen. It is the right call. What do you want to do?"

"I want to be the head of security at one of your schools," he said, laughing.

"It is one hell of a job," I said. "Where? The closest is Stanford, but you'll have a flying car."

"The island off LA," he said, smiling.

"The island with 12,000 kids, their own economy, and an 13-year-old mayor," I said. "That will never have a single crime."

"Feels kind of perfect," he said.

"How long do you need?" I asked.

"Tuesday EOD," he said.

"Family to move?" I asked.

"Single dad," he said. "Daughter 10 and son 11."

"They're cool with this?" I said. He laughed.

And waited me out.

"Well played," I said. "I'll meet you at your place Wednesday at 9. Keep the kids home from school. We'll all go visit."

"If I get this wrong, I apologize. I'm working mostly on rumor," said Rolland. "Is there an opportunity for my kids and me to join you in a wrestling room? Please? It would be our family's first time together, but I am confident not my children's."

"I would be honored," I said. Because I would be. "You're also sexy as fuck and I have no doubt your kids are too. You know you won't come back, even to get your stuff," I said.

"Yep," he said. "We'll make do."

"Yeah, you will," I said.

Ruby came and picked me up. We left Rolland to handle the mess we made. We'll bring the Chief back. Eventually.

"Offer him a job?" asked Ruby.

"Chief of security on the LA Island. With his kids," I said. Ruby laughed. Ruby has a wonderful laugh. Which got me a smile.

Damn.

"He's in charge of stopping something that will never happen," said Ruby.

"Yep," I said.

"I love you, Leslie," she said.

"Ditto," I said, giving her my best smile, with a little extra in it.

She vibrated until we landed. At the LA island school.

We needed someplace to overnight and needed to tell Eli he has a new head of security.

And will have quite a night with Eli and Xiomara. I think there is a decent chance Rylee will be there too.

Oh good. I was right. Chip is here too. Yay.

Sorry boys. We're wearing you out and bringing in reinforcements. I'm pretty sure they won't mind. Ruby and I weren't off our plane a minute before we were naked, which meant we are now dressed just like Eli, Xiomara, Rylee, Chip, and likely another 10,000 or so on the island. Or more.

We got hugs and kisses, and a few orgasms, out of the way right on the front lawn.

"How many people with cocks live on the island?" I asked.

"Oh, it has grown a lot. We've built a wonderful community for everyone that works here too. I don't know the exact number, but we're over 22,000 people now, so easily half of them have a cock. Conservatively, more than 10,000 cocks," said Xiomara.

"You're not considering a gangbang," said Ruby. I laughed.

"Perhaps a series of them, over time," I said.

"That's what I'm doing!" said Xiomara and Eli.

Eli got it out first. A little more vibrating through orgasms on the lawn.

"Well, got that first one out of the way," said Eli.

"Tell me about it," said Xiomara, who is standing there just drenched with Eli's cum.

Now she's sparklingly clean. Rylee, Ruby, and me, you know?

It took a little longer than expected because Chip got his first out of the way and just covered us all.

Which took more cleanup. Now you're imagining Chip watching us and jacking off. Nope. Watching us, yes, but he was just pounding Eli and pulled out at the last minute.

That's fun to watch too.

But we appear to have another problem that is preventing us from leaving the front lawn. It appears a small orgy has broken out. No, let me revise that. A growing orgy. I'm not sure how the word got out, but people were streaming into the yard and starting to do some pretty amazing things.

OK, I have to explain this one. There is a dude, probably mid-teens, standing in the yard, naked. He is a freaking vision. There is a girl blowing him who is right at the cusp of being allowed to blow him. Young. The young man has both hands up in the air, like a cheerleader. Exactly like a cheerleader. On each hand was standing a person, of roughly 7 or so. On his left hand is a young man and on his right is a young woman.

And they are fucking. In the air. On his hands. While he gets a blowjob.

A blowjob that now has him just covering the girl who gave it. That's when the couple in the air started to cum. You could see it. Then, while still fucking, they did a double somersault, in the air, and landed on their feet.

With the boy still in the girl.

It was impressive.

"I could do that," said Ruby.

"Which part?" I asked. Ruby was thoughtful.

"All of it," she said.

"Seems like a challenge to me," I said, laughing.

"No powers," I thought, to Ruby.

"Don't need them," thought Ruby.

"OK, who am I holding up?" said Ruby.

"Chip and me," said Rylee. Even Ruby raised her eyebrows and then smiled, or maybe smirked.

"OK," said Ruby. "Who's going down on me?" I think she said it a little loud, because about 200 people around the yard put their hands up. Ruby laughed and scanned the crowd, settling on a young boy kind of timidly holding his hand up and blushing.

Ruby pointed at him. You know Ruby pointed at him. He looked confused and then looked behind himself. Ruby walked over and held out her hand to him.

He did a little dance and then took her hand. It was adorable. His little cock, which is now rock hard, just bouncing. No offense on the cock size. He looks to be about 5. Young.

Ruby led him over and whispered something in his ear.

And he did another little dance.

"I promised he could fuck me if he got me off," thought Ruby, to me. "Can you grant an exception?"

"No, but go for it," I said. "I'll get it covered." Mom and Dad trust me. They'll accept it.

Besides, he's adorable.

"You know what to do if he doesn't succeed, right?" thought Ruby.

"Yeah," I said. "I'll try not to hurt you." Did you figure it out? If he didn't succeed, I was going to hit her with a nice solid orgasm.

We like people winning.

Ruby got on one knee and put her hands in the air, about shoulder high. Chip went first and stepped onto her knee and then her hand and Rylee quickly followed. Rylee on her right hand, Chip on her left.

First Ruby stood up, and the muscles in her legs and abdomen were clearly stretched to the limit. Then she straightened her arms, lifting them high. The muscle definition in her shoulders and back is freaking amazing. She got settled into a position that appeared fairly stable. The boy ran over and got on his knees and started licking, just as Chip slid into Rylee and got a nice rhythm going.

The boy was not going to need my help to make Ruby cum. Ruby rolled through a big orgasm, which made her entire body vibrate, which made those standing on her hands vibrate.

Chip and Rylee did not do somersaults on the way down, but Chip did just drench the boy.

Who took his face away from Ruby's glorious pussy.

And opened his mouth. Chip quickly walked up and slid his cock in the boy's mouth and finished cumming.

Then the young man kissed some to Ruby, Rylee, Chip, and me.

And saved a little for Eli and Xiomara.

Well played, kid.

"My name is Foster," he said, and proceeded to shake each of our hands and learn a little about us. Seriously. The kid is a natural.

I was about to invite him to spend the night when Ruby held up a finger. OK, Ruby.

It made me laugh.

"Foster," said Ruby. "We're able to grant you an overnight exception. Is there someone with whom you'd like to spend that night? We're all available, even as a group, but if you have someone special you'd prefer."

Oh God, he was torn. Then he smiled.

"I am being presumptuous, but hopeful. I have someone special in my life and we have been honoring the rules. However, we don't want to. However, the offer of spending time with this group is powerful, if not as powerful," said Foster. Well played dude. Complimented us, really complimented her. I figured out who it was but stayed silent.

"How about this," I said. "We'll grant your partner an exception too, for the entire weekend. We'll only be here tonight, but you're welcome to join us together whenever you want."

"We would love an audience while we both experienced our first times, then we could be available to any of you," said Foster.

"She would be OK with that?" asked Xiomara. "You've been asking her as we went, right?" That made Foster smile and nod.

"How did you know it was a she?" asked Foster.

"Educated guess," said Xiomara, pointing at exactly the girl I assumed.

The girl who is clearly Foster's twin.

Foster laughed and waved her over.

"Let me introduce you to my fiancé, Farah," said Foster. She just looked at him.

"Did you just propose?" she said. He looked surprised.

"I thought we both knew we'd marry," he said. She laughed.

"Yeah, that's true," said Farah. She leaned in for a kiss and let me tell you sparks flew. Maybe even actual sparks. My God.

And yes, Farah just vibrated away.

"So here's the plan," said Farah. "Foster's going to take my virginity after Rylee blows him. You're kind of a dream for him, Rylee. Let him cum on me, and we can use it as lube. Afterwards, we can play the Kama Sutra game. We have a lot to learn."

Yeah, she's in charge.

"Do you want to go inside, or out on the back patio?" asked Eli.

Farah and Foster looked around.

"No," said Farah. "This is good."

She turned to the crowd and yelled "Virgins!"

And the entire crowd responded.

"Jinx," scream Farah, who then turned back to me. "I'll get payoff later on that one. It could take a while." The entire crowd, and it kept growing, formed a circle around us. Everyone was so polite. The littlest in the front and then everyone in rows by height.

Everybody has a nice view. Our group found spots in the crowd at the right height. In a row. Chip, me, Rylee, Eli, Ruby, Xiomara.

How handy. You know Chip and Eli took the opportunity to slip in. Ruby and I did too but using our fingers on Rylee and Xiomara. The people around us realized what we were doing, and everybody shifted into rows like ours and did the same thing. I heard people introducing themselves as they slid right in.

We live in a fun culture.

Foster and Farah put on a show. A 90-minute show. Doing everything you could do except fucking. After a few minutes, coincidently when everyone in the rows had pretty much finished round one, Ruby shouted. OK, not coincidently.

"Odd rows one to the left!" shouted Ruby. Oh, that's me. I shifted left one and found myself in front of one of the biggest men I've ever seen. Jameis big.

In every way Jameis is big.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Tane. I teach astrophysics." He even held out his hand. Which I shook. And then I dropped my hand and stroked his cock a bit. Still covered with juices. I looked up to see who it would have been with.

And she is an adorable 9 or 10 year old.

"It fit?" I asked, nodding at the young woman and Tane smiled.

"I hope so," he said. "That's my wife, Tyla."

"And your daughter, Tyla," I said, to a laugh from Tane.

"Well, that too," he said.

"You like being part of Dionysus?" I asked, and he laughed again.

"Well, I'm married to my true love and I am about to fuck a Princess," he said. "So I'm going with yes."

It seemed like a good time to turn around. It was difficult for me. I can't imagine Tyla.

"It's awesome, isn't it?" shouted Tyla, who is being just hammered by a teenage boy.

Ah.

"Husband/son?" I asked.

"Just son," he said. "That's Tory. He's 13. Tyla is 9."

"Why?" I asked. Tane looked confused. Then he got it.

"Honestly, that's a good question," said Tane. "Societal pressure, I suppose."

"You married your 9-year-old daughter. You don't appear to be overwhelmed by societal pressure," I said. "And if we rotate left again, you're going to be fucking that boy in the ass." I pointed at the boy, probably 10, that would shift over.

"Finish up," said the boy. "I'm calling it!"

Well sure. Let me tell you, Tane filled me up. A lot. More than I could hold. I'm dripping.

It's wonderful. That's when the boy called it.

"Even rows right!" he shouted.

Oh darn. Now I'm matched up with Tory.

Although we were delayed slightly for Tane to propose to Tory. To be their third. Which made Tyla do a wonderful little dance.

And then Tory and I celebrated.

Using his dad's cum as lube.

We rotated 16 more times before Foster laid on his back and Farah climbed on. But they're too young for me to tell the story.

Let's just say he lasted and lasted and there were repeats.

Ruby called for a random rearrange.

We'd gone around the whole circle.

And we rotated 22 more times. Somewhere in there Foster and Farah finished. And joined the circle. Oh, we'd been rearranging occasionally to meet age rules, but you knew that.

I'll add that they celebrated late into the night. Later than me. I fell asleep lying on top of Rylee. I don't know why. I liked it.

Well that was fortuitous

Isn't that a great word? This is Annabeth. You know. Sexy as hell 10-year-old? OK, maybe not. Let me describe myself. Heck, let me describe my family. I'm about 5'0" tall, with small A cup breasts that are super sensitive. Both my brother, Tanner, and I are skinny but fit. We both play soccer and we love to run. Shouldn't a black kid know how to run? Isn't that the stereotype? Even if Tanner and I are only half black.

Tanner has had a growth spurt and let me tell you it affected everything. He is about 5'6", muscular as hell, and has a thick 7-inch (18 cm) uncut cock. Ask me how I know. Ask me! Tanner has a lot of potential, because Dad is 6'4", with a strong chest and that's all I can describe.

For now.

I did accidentally see him coming out of the shower once, and I know he has a solid 8-inch (20 cm) cock and I've only seen it soft.

Think that one through for a bit. He was embarrassed and turned around quickly, but not before I saw him start to get hard. Now I can't wait to see him finish getting hard.

And sliding it right in me.

He came home the other night and told us that he had a new job and we were moving. Our first reaction was that it sucked. We were moving away from our friends.

Then he mentioned the island with amazing schools and 12,000 kids, pretty much all of whom like to fuck and where we can happily fuck them. And the teachers. And random people we meet at the park. And Dad.

We're doing all those things.

Princess freaking Leslie is picking us up in just a few minutes. In a space plane. Dad said we were just going to the island, but Leslie said she'd take us into space once we were settled.

Dad calls the princess Leslie and says we should too. I'm not sure I can.

Holy shit. A space plane just landed in our yard. Hell yes, I ran outside. We all did. I might not have timed it quite well, because I didn't slow down quite in time and just ran over Princess Leslie. We ended up in the grass with me laying on top of her, face to face.

Actually, not a bad outcome.

"May I please kiss you?" I asked, before even introducing myself.

"Not yet," said Leslie. "When we get to the island, and we'll do it naked with your dad fucking you."

I climbed off. I'm not stupid.

"We should do it on our sides, so Tanner could fuck you too," I said.

"Sounds like a plan," said Princess Leslie.

"Just Leslie," she said. OK, Dad.

Tanner does seem excited at the prospect of fucking Leslie. I'm a little jealous. There are times I need a cock.

"We'll introduce you to the double-ended dildo," said Leslie.

It took me a moment to picture that. Then I moaned.

"It took you a minute to picture it, didn't it?" asked Leslie. Yeah, that made me laugh.

"Yeah," I replied. Wow, I've never heard my voice quite that deep. Leslie pushed me off.

By my tits. Oh. Oh boy.

"Let's go," said Leslie. "But first introductions. I'm Leslie, but I suspect you knew that."

Tanner squealed. He is never living that down.

"You will never mention it," said Leslie. "You know better. Not once."

"Agreed," I said, because she was right. Darn it.

"It's OK," said Tanner. "Not embarrassed by it at all. I got to meet Princess Leslie."

"Oh, the introductions aren't over," said Leslie. "We just have to just wait until we get to the island. It is really San Clemente island, but we just call it the island, which is a little silly, given how many islands we own. I guess you figure it out from context, and I might be rambling about islands."

Leslie has the nicest laugh. And nicest ass.

She has a seriously nice ass.

We followed her onto the plane, and she closed the door. The stairs just sort of disappeared.

"Where did the stairs go?" I asked.

"Those weren't stairs," said Leslie. "They were force fields. We add the hologram of stairs because otherwise it freaks people out to walk on invisible stairs."

"Well, you can't have invisible stairs," said Tanner, dryly.

He's kind of funny, even when he is being stupid and for some reason that made Leslie raise her eyebrows.

"You find his jokes funny? Even the really stupid ones?" asked Leslie and I giggled. Fuck, I freaking giggled.

"Yeah," I said. "I do."

"Interesting," said Leslie. Then she turned to headed towards the front of the plane. I've never been on a small plane before. We have barely been on a big plane. It was surprisingly roomy, but kind of weird. There were two seats at the front for the pilots, and two very nice seats behind them. The rest was empty. Just open floor. But spongy.

"Does the entire ceiling go clear?" asked Tanner. What a weird question.

"That's a weird question," said Leslie. See! "But yes, it does. What made you go there?"

"Because the back half of your plane is a wrestling room floor," said Tanner. "I inferred that it was for fucking and looking out the window."

"You inferred correctly," said Leslie. "Let's change the plan a little. There is no real rush. Strap in."

"I have no idea what is happening," said Dad. "But I'm up for it."

"You clearly are, Dad," said Tanner. Now, that was funny because Dad is really tenting out his pants. Far. Really far. Now he tried to subtly rearrange.

And it is sticking out a little from the bottom of his shorts. And his shorts are not too short.

I am having him.

Leslie had Dad in the co-pilot's seat and Tanner and I were behind them. Our seats were elevated a little and we could look over them. It is an amazing view.

Then the entire ceiling turned transparent and we took off. I have no idea how fast this plane is, but we were really moving. Holy shit, I can see the curvature of the Earth.

I am now floating up against my seat belt. I felt the plane roll a little and when I looked up, the Earth was right there. Leslie flipped a switch and we all settled back into our seats.

"It is easier to move around and get undressed with the gravity. I'll turn it off when we're ready," said Leslie. She got out of her seat and headed to the back. By the time we got unbuckled and turned around, Leslie was naked.

Gloriously naked. Tanner and I just looked and enjoyed the view. Dad was a little more focused. He walked around us. Naked. My dad has an 11-inch (28 cm) cock. My God.

I stripped and Tanner moved just as fast. We went back and stood with them, all just admiring the various views. "Can you handle your dad's cock?" asked Leslie. I looked at it. I walked over and took his cock in my hand, which elicited a moan from him.

My hand didn't go all the way around. I turned back to Leslie.

"I'm willing to give it a try," I said. "And I am very determined."

Leslie had both of them lay down. She sat down between them and pointed at me and at Dad's cock. She pulled open a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. We were going to need that.

"Have you cum today Rolland?" asked Leslie and Dad shook his head no.

"Tanner, come here," said Leslie. "The two of you are going to blow him. Make sure to have him cum over you both."

Weird, but OK.

I know I have blowjob skills because I blow Tanner all the time. What I find interesting is that Tanner has blowjob skills.

"You've sucked a cock," I said, to Tanner, who pulled off Dad's cock to answer.

"Oh yeah," he said, laughing. "And after Dad fucks you, he's fucking me."

That statement made Dad erupt. Tanner is quick though because he aimed Dad's cock like a firehose. Because he was cumming like a firehose. Tanner and I are drenched. Face to privates, so to speak.

"Lay down," said Leslie, pretty sternly. So we did.

"Rolland," she said, in the same stern voice. "You will clean them up with your tongue, kissing the cum to them. Then you will blow Tanner and let him cum on you."

Which Dad did. Marvelously. He started with me and his oral skills are outstanding. OK, I only have Tanner to compare, but Tanner could learn some things. Given he is right next to us, watching closely, I am sure he did. Tanner and I both got kisses full of cum, and Leslie got a couple too, which she appears to really enjoy. To my disappointment, Dad moved to Tanner. He freaking swallowed him. All the way down his throat. Tanner did not last long, and Dad took it in the face and chest, and it dripped down onto his cock and balls.

And he knew to lay back. Tanner and I damn near attacked him. We licked every drop up and kissed it all around. Dad was throbbing he was so hard. Tanner hopped up, which was weird.

But not as weird as Tanner and Leslie lifting me by my arms and holding me over Dad's cock. Weird, but interesting.

"No, put your legs down," said Leslie. "We're just getting you there. You have to choose the pace."

Did I mention that before Leslie even got the word pace out, I had slammed all the way down on Dad's cock? It is a good thing I am dripping wet because we sort of forgot the lube. OK, I forgot the lube. I was excited.

Dad took my hips and lifted me up and down on his cock. Just up and down. He motioned for me to keep doing it, and then his hands roamed. He knows exactly how hard to twist my nipples. Right up to where it hurts, and then a little more. All while gently stroking my clit. I was just bouncing through orgasms.

And then he filled me up. I was freaking dripping out, all over his cock.

"My turn," said Leslie. She had us lay next to each other, which was handy, because Dad and I could kiss. She started licking me and oh my lord.

I was coherent enough, barely, to see her wiggle her ass. She looked over her shoulder at Tanner.

"The ass wiggle is an invitation and consent," said Leslie. Then she wiggled again.

And Tanner slid right in. Dad actually got up on his knees and leaned over, offering me his hard cock. He dripped cum all over me. Oh no, Leslie will have to clean him up. I stopped sucking pretty quickly and handed Dad the bottle of lube. He looked confused and then smiled.

Which was how Tanner found himself in the middle of a train, with Leslie in the front and Dad in the back.

I'm pretty sure we're going to like living on the island.

"You...have...no...idea," gasped Leslie, who then just went off.

Which led Dad to unload in Tanner and Tanner to unload in Leslie. She hopped up and pulled on panties.

"I'm surprised you wear panties," I said. I don't.

"Sometimes you need them," said Leslie. "I'll save this for someone to lick out. There will be plenty of choices. Put on your underwear Tanner. We'll find you someone gorgeous to lick all that out."

I would have done it. Right now.

"You'll have plenty of other opportunities, Annabeth," said Leslie. "You too, Rolland."

Oh. The thought of Dad rimming the cum out of Tanner just pushed me over again. Leslie laughed.

"It's a nice visual, isn't it?" she said. Yes, yes it is.

Now, Leslie tells me that our entire story is a tangent and she's going to split this chapter. I have absolutely no clue what that means, but she told me to finish the story and the rest would be published a little later.

OK, Leslie. Just Leslie. That got me a kiss.

Oh. Oh boy. Busy now. I'll write later.

Off to LA leaving me with the mess

Nickie here. Yeah, Leslie bailed on me and is getting boinked on an island.

Just like I asked her to. I'm struggling with the local constabulary. They seem to think they can walk onto private property. Property that belongs to another country. So, the Chief and the cop are still in space. They're in a bedroom with two single beds and a small bathroom. Meals are being delivered. There is reading material in the room.

They have waited patiently. The first day they tentatively made out.

The second day they both just pounded each other. Yeah, I've got video, but we won't do anything with it. Heck, I don't even want to watch it. I watched enough to know what was happening. No, no, man sex turns me on. Not theirs. Definitely not theirs.

And then the mayor put his best people on it. At least that's what he said at his press conference. God, it was a lot of words without any content. He also doesn't know his protagonist. He did it on the steps of city hall and I was front and center. Literally. Front row.

He even smiled at me.

Immediately after that they started calling. Ordering me to release them.

I hung up on them and blocked calls from a city hall number.

They started calling from their cell phones. I'd listen long enough to get their name and then published it on my marina's website. Name and cellphone. Picture if we could find it.

We can always find it.

I'd told the first person that I would speak to the mayor, at my marina.

He did another press conference. Announcing that I was unwilling to talk to him. After he was done, I slipped through security. I'm young, white, and little. And a girl. I'm no threat.

I walked up and stuck out my hand. He leaned over.

"Well said, Mr. Mayor. That little girl won't know what hit her," I said. He laughed.

"No, she won't," he said, turning away.

Yeah, I released the video. It starts with a simple card, before the video starts.

Perhaps we could have spoken when he shook my hand

I don't think he appreciated that. His response?

He sent the cops to get me. I took a folding chair out and sat just on my side of the property line. I drew a line in the sand showing the property line. Hey, I picked a sandy spot for a reason.

I set a sign up that said.

Cross the line for a free ride into space

OK, I did have one little boy misunderstand the sign and deliberately step over the line. I promised his mom that I'd take them both up this afternoon. Hey, he's adorable. No, probably won't go there.

But he is 5.

And his mom is gorgeous.

I love being my age. People younger. People older. I'll do'em all.

I am a horny little thing. That is now off-topic. Keenan and Cyndel. I'll come back to Keenan and Cyndel.

It only took one cop. All dressed up in his going to a protest outfit. Face shield. Big hand-held shield. A gun across his chest. One on each hip. He came striding up and purposely crossed the line and stood facing me.

Which is when the F-81 floating behind me uncloaked. Pointing right at him.

Dude, you should have gone with black. It is pretty obvious you just peed your camos.

He went up. Jessica took him. Kind of making a point with Jessica. I have to say, she looks adorable in her fatigues. Her gun is a little smaller though. She's tiny.

And she had a pretty obviously difficult time not laughing at the pee.

"Hey, I'm 4," she said, leading him away. "Sometimes I find things funny."

Me too, Jessica, me too.

The funniest thing is that all through this, my customers were driving in and out, waving and honking. They were enjoying it. A crowd gathered. I added a sign that the mayor had permission to cross the line to discuss the situation.

The crowd started chanting my name. I had my crew bring out water and start passing it out, which pissed off the growing mass of cops.

Are you feeling 2020?

So I stepped it up a bit. We have several food carts. Big ones. We use them for parties. I had those brought out and setup, legally, at the curb. We put up menus but had replaced the prices with the word free.

Then Jessica had porta potties and food trucks dropped and the crowd grew. That's when the trucks with the carnival arrived, to the dismay of the police.

Prominently displaying their permit to close the street and setup the carnival.

Someone in the permit office doesn't like the mayor. I looked and their signature is unreadable.

Good for them.

The crowd got bigger.

Then I threw it into turmoil. I setup a big sign. At the top it said:

Consulate job opportunities

It listed cities, roles, salary, and living allowance.

Paris, Rome, Prague, New York, Mexico City.

There were 76 cities listed.

Including San Francisco.

I setup a table with a row of tablets. It had a sign that just said Job listings. You could find a job and immediately do a video interview.

We hired 1,323 people. Including 143 of the cops. Yeah, we did instant background checks at a depth no one else can do.

That was the turning point, actually. I had stopped putting out applications and switched to having another table for security applications. To do an interview, you have to take off your helmet.

That's when the mayor arrived, in a limo, in a suit. I'm in a romper. A small romper. Of course the news caught him getting out of the ostentatious limo. Says the girl that flew to work in one of her Ferraris.

He sent some one over to fetch me. To speak in his car. They used the word fetch. I do not respond well to the word fetch. I pointed at the empty folding chair next to me. He scrambled back and told the mayor, who was pissed.

I added jobs appropriate for all city workers. Sanitation. Public works. School teachers. School administrators.

Free housing. In cool places. Including near here. Hmm. Barely paid in San Francisco or teach for us and live in your free house.

We pulled almost 2,500 people out of his administration before he walked over and sat down. I flipped open my cooler and offered him a nice IPA. He shook his head no. I pulled one out and popped the cap and took a swig.

"You missed a hell of a photo op. Now the photo is me enjoying an icy beverage, while you sit there looking constipated," I said. Well, he did.

"We need to end this," he said, in a firm voice. I laughed. I also made sure that this entire exchange was on live TV.

"End what?" I said. "We're just havin' a party. With all the right permits."

"I need our Chief back," he said, through gritted teeth.

"Only the chief? What about the other guy?" I said. He took a moment.

"Him too," he said.

"Now you look constipated and like you have a tooth ache," I said, taking another swig.

"My men," he shouted.

"They're in a Motel 6 down the street. We've been bringing them three meals a day and fresh towels. The door has been unlocked the entire time," I said. "They never checked."

I gave CNN credit. One of their crews was already running.

"Room 106!" I shouted.

That's when the big board listing jobs switched to a live feed from CNN. Oops. They opened the door and rushed in, live.

To find the cop buried balls deep in the Chief's ass. Live. No time to bleep that.

Sometimes things just work out, you know.

CNN was quick though. They not only switched the feed, they switched just in time for the Mayor's face palm.

"This isn't a negotiation," I said, in my firm voice. "Keep your people off my property. We were nice this time. We might not be next time. You are literally invading our country every time you do it. There will be a time when we just defend ourselves. Capisce?" Hey, the mayor is Italian.

I stuck my hand out and he just looked at it.

"A live TV moment, dude," I said. He shook it. Limply. I had to wipe my hand on my romper. Sweaty hand.

It might be the suit and tie in hot weather. Try a romper, dude.

I will add, one cop tested us. Under the mayor's orders. He's never been seen again.

OK, he's on the security team in Rome, but still. They don't know that.

I'll tell you all about my ride into space with Keenan and Cyndel. Soon.

What happened to our story?

Benji here. I have to laugh because the tangents to my story took over the entire chapter. Then again, I don't even know if our date is interesting. We were late to our reservation because of all the shit that went on, so we just walked down. It was actually faster. We came in the front door and it was a bit overwhelming.

Apparently Josh and I are famous. Gushing. That's the only word I can think of.

We hated it. Why in the fuck were we important now that we're NBA players but unimportant when we were fucking starving homeless kids. Now, that's not a slam at Scoma's. Two NBA players, particularly newly famous ones, don't walk in every night, but shit. I saw the manager across the room. He almost always gave us our food personally. He is one amazing freaking guy. We love him. Just an unassuming Hispanic guy. So sweet. He usually stayed and smoked a cigarette and talked to us.

He treated us like humans.

I saw him wave over the headwaiter and whisper something. All I could tell was that it surprised him. We actually saw it spread from employee to employee and suddenly everyone left us alone. Oh, the service was fucking outstanding.

We ordered and it was weird to order. The whole experience is weird.

"Oh," said Kassidy. "A courier dropped off an envelope and told me to give it to Josh as soon as we ordered."

I looked and it just said Josh on the front.

"How would a courier know to give it to you?" asked Josh and Kassidy just shrugged.

I know. I don't know exactly, but I know generally, and I suspect I know exactly.

Not one of my better sentences.

"Describe him," I said.

"White guy. Tall. Maybe 6'3" or so. Swimmer's body, but you could tell he was strong. A bit scruffy like he hadn't shaved in a week. Worn khaki cargo shorts," said Kassidy.

"And a T-shirt from Ron's Surf shop," said Josh. Yeah, he got there when I did.

"With a spot of mustard on the shirt," I said. Kassidy's eyes got huge!

"How in the fuck, even if you know who it is, would you know that he had mustard on his shirt?" said Kassidy.

"He likes mustard a lot. He just spills mustard a lot," I said. "Come on. You've read the journal." That's exactly when it hit her.

And she moaned. And had an orgasm. A pretty nice orgasm.

"Damn," I said. "I wish just thinking of me made someone have an orgasm."

"You do...........," said Kassidy, rolling through another one. Josh looked at Melissa and raised his eyebrows.

Her eyes rolled back into her head. Yeah, pretty powerful. They finally sat back up.

"That bodes well for our relationship," said Josh, laughing.

"Maybe I shouldn't say this but thinking about Benji does it too........," said Melissa.

"And Josh," said Kassidy. She almost fell out of her chair. Luckily, I was able to hold her up until she recovered.

"We always thought we would be in a quad," said Josh. Melissa and Kassidy laughed.

"Me too!" they both said.

Melissa got it out first. Which is why a very nice seafood restaurant saw Josh's date sitting on my date's lap, kind of mauling each other.

It seemed to please the patrons.

Finally Melissa sat back in her chair, after hesitating and staring at my lap and Josh's lap.

"Later," she said, as she sat down. "We are wearing you men out."

"And letting you recover and doing it again," added Kassidy.

"You know," I said. "It feels to me like our first date is going well. What does everyone else think?"

"Well, I have four napkins now. What are you going to do?" I laughed, after they all threw theirs at me. Our waiter slipped over and quickly gave them each a new napkin.

She's getting a big tip.

"What was in the envelope?" asked Kassidy.

"Visa gift cards," said Josh, holding one up. "And a note." He read it and laughed.

"It is from Jessica. She says there are 81 employees, including the manager. She included 103 cards, in case we felt like a few deserved more than one," said Josh.

"How much are they for?" asked Kassidy.

"I don't know," he said, flipping the one he was holding over. Then he coughed.

"They appear to be for $10,000. Each," said Josh. We all just stared at him.

"And she sent 22 extras, just in case," said Melissa. "She didn't round up to 100. She sent 103."

"Because there are 20 people that deserve a second on and one that deserves two more, easily," I said.

"How?" said Melissa. Josh and I just both shook our heads no.

"One does not question Jessica's methods," I said.

"I just realized," said Josh. "They're imprinted with their names. Including the extras."

"And they're right?" asked Melissa. Josh just nodded.

"That's weird," said Melissa.

"Really weird," said Kassidy.

"We don't think Jessica is actually human anymore," I said, and they laughed.

"Were you serious?" said Kassidy. I just shrugged.

"It would explain a lot," said Melissa.

"It would," said Kassidy.

Well, it would. All I know is that there is this one thing she does with a spatula.

I have six spatulas in my nightstand now.

We had a great time at dinner. You would have thought we were together for years. You could feel the bond. Kind of like Gabe or Ruby and their quad. We're two couples that are a quad.

"So how does the wedding work?" asked Melissa. "Do we do the two couples and then the quad?"

"I think so," said Kassidy. "That seems like it would better reflect the relationships. Two couples that are more than a loose quad, so we're all married to each other too."

"Yeah, that feels right," said Melissa. "I think we should apply that to tonight too. Our first time in our respective couples, in the bed together, of course, then we swap. Then a free for all."

"Perfect," said Kassidy. She turned to me.

"Have you paid the check?" she asked, and I nodded like a puppy. Oh, the gift cards. I just gave them to the manager and asked him to hand them out anonymously. I showed him how he had three and he choked up.

"We may be able to make a dent in my wife's medical bills. They really stacked up before she died," he said. Aw fuck.

"This isn't for that," I said. "Your medical bills will be covered tomorrow and any you've already paid will be refunded. I want to know more about your situation, because this time I am in a position to help and will. Can we meet tomorrow?"

"I don't know why you would do this?" he said.

Shit. Does he not?

"What did you tell everyone. The word spread. I watched it," I said.

"Just that they know to leave celebrities alone. You're pretty popular, so it was a little harder for them," he said, with a smile. Bounce right back dude.

"Do you really not know who I am?" I asked.

"Sure, you're the preteen superstar on the Warriors," he said. "With your only slightly older brother."

Oh boy. I turned back and waved Josh to come over. The girls came with him.

"Simon," I said. "You do know us. You know us well. You're our hero. You literally saved our lives, over and over and over."

"What are you talking about?" he said. "I've never met you."

"Oh yes you have," said Josh. "Outside the back door. At closing. You'd smoke a cigarette while we ate the food you gave us. You brought it out to us on actual plates, with drinks in actual glasses. You did it every night you were here."

He just stared at us.

"I'm glad I made it protein heavy," he said, which led to us all laughing.

"You listened to us," I said. "You treated us like people. Most people didn't. Hell, many people don't now! We're going to help you, just like we got your help and the help of others. Where can we meet tomorrow?"

"We can't tomorrow. I'm off," he said.

"Dude, your privacy is your privacy, so we won't push," said Josh. "Meet us at the marina at 9. Bring your kids. We'll go out on the boat with the team owners."

"The 300-foot yacht? Me? Yeah, that won't happen," he said, sadly.

"Oh boy," said Josh. "Yes it will, but you need to tell us if you're comfortable with all the insane rumors you've heard about Dionysus, 'cause they're pretty much true. If not, no worries, we'll make everyone put on clothes and not fuck in public."

"That would be too bad, though," said Kassidy. "For you and your kids."

"You mean?" he said. We all just nodded. He sat down in the chair.

"9 it is. What can we bring?" he asked.

"Just you," said Melissa. The rest of the plans were arranged by Kassidy and Melissa.

Which is pretty much how the rest of our lives are going to go.

"You got that right," said Josh, out loud.

Kassidy and Melissa spun around and looked at us.

"We accept jinx," they said. "Jinx. Jinx. Jinx. Aw, fuck it."

Word for word. Even the aw, fuck it.

Wait, what?

"Congratulations on your engagement, gentlemen," said Simon.

"Thank you," said Josh and me.

He got it out first. The picture of us, with my tongue in his mouth, hit Twitter within the hour.

We both retweeted it with the same caption.

You wish it was you.

Twitter briefly crashed.

The date itself? Spectacular, but I'll write that later. Too busy living it now.

Our first job fair

Averie here. Anderson, Indiana. I'm a 9-year-old girl with a cock.

Yeah, you remember me now. I have now experienced the tits and a cock cheer. The big yay at the end is a nice touch.

This weekend is our first job fair. We're holding it at the community center. I've read the chapter about hiring for the first school in Indianapolis and modeled it a bit like that. I invited a ton of people to interview. We were encouraging people to bring in friends and family of all ages, either just to join the fun or to interview. We made sure all the fliers made it clear that our focus wasn't just on experience, but on aptitude and interest. We leveraged the school system testing process and sent invitations to kids that fit the profile. We encouraged them to bring their parents and family members to interview too. We have so many openings doing so many things. We had already started rebuilding three plants in Anderson. We had bought struggling apartment complexes too and were refurbishing and upgrading them at a furious rate. That's one of the primary roles for which we are interviewing. Construction of any type.

We needed dozens of homes built. Big ones. Entire neighborhoods.

We would use the first apartments to house people that could build more apartments. People from all around the region had signed up for interviews. This was the first weekend. We'd taken over all of the indoor courts at the community center. No basketball or pickleball for you on the weekends for a bit. We chose the location on purpose.

Community center.

We had tables setup. Over 1,200 tables. That's how many people we had to do interviews. With floaters we were bringing in almost 1,400 people.

Just to do the interviews.

We couldn't afford the time for the interviewers to play during the interview, so Saturday night there was going to be a city celebration, and everyone was invited, including those that were interviewing. The weather was good, so we had tents outside. Just the porta potties alone took a surprising amount of coordination. Luckily when we started planning it, Caralyn told me to call in an event team. Within an hour, 37 people had arrived, all in an airliner that landed in the parking lot. The tiniest damn human got off, leading the group. She even had a clipboard. Hey, I'm 9 and she was little compared to me.

She was clearly in charge, and boy, she was. She quickly assigned teams to everything from catering to bathrooms to tents to inflatable slides. We needed a lot of those, I guess. While the big party was in the evening, most of the event was all weekend. Moments after they landed, the biggest damn thing I have ever seen floated from the sky. The tiny human saw my expression and laughed. She walked over.

"Hi," she said. "You must be Averie. I'm the team lead for this event and will be here through the entire thing. You need anything, you just think it to me, and we'll connect."

Say what?

"Look at my lips," she said. "You just think it to me. It won't matter where I am." Her lips are not moving. They're not. I thought Caralyn was full of shit.

Wowsa.

"My name is Jessica," she said, and then ran off to take care of something.

Holy shit. That was Princess Jessica. I think she is 4. Sure, she's in charge.

"Took you long enough to figure it out," thought Jessica, to me. I have no idea where she was, other than in my mind. Hey Jessica, you're sexy AF. Like she can read me.

"Glad you think so. I have an exception. Let's fuck later," she thought. What the fuck is an exception?

"Trust me," she thought. "It's all good. I'll bring Bill too. You'll like Bill too." Bill. That's cool. Then again, the sexiest boy in the world, to me, is Kolton.

"Tell him that," thought Jessica. "Right now. Go find him and tell him. At least think it to him."

Can I do that? How the hell does this work? I closed my eyes.

"Kolton, can you hear me?" I thought.

"Yeah, which surprises me. Did you forget where I was?" thought Kolton. Oh shit, he's in freaking Iran. I probably woke him up. I heard him laugh.

"It's cool sis," thought Kolton. "What did you need?"

"I just wanted to tell you that I think you are the most amazing man in the world. You're smart, you're snarky, and you're damn handsome," I thought. "I will never find anyone more amazing than you."

He was silent for a bit.

"Are we soulmates?" he asked. Wow. It's all clear now. It took all this happening to understand.

"I know we are," I thought.

"OK, I'm down with that," he thought. "I do have something fun to tell. I met Ruby yesterday."

I wonder if he could hear me moan. I've only read about Ruby, but wow.

"I'll tell you all about it when I get back. Love you," thought Kolton. Love you. I do love him. More than siblings. Wow.

Right now, I'm off to a different meeting, with Caralyn and Pari. I just met Pari. I think I'm in love with Pari. OK, maybe not quite love. Lust. I do love all this though. Pari is in a relationship with Bob and Amy. Both. I still have a shot. How crazy is that.

I laugh, because I'm reading the journal and I remember someone saying they were in a cult. A sex cult. And they were fine with it.

Um, me too. I already know all about tits and a cock. Now, for me it was more nipples and small cock but people seem to enjoy it.

I'll pass the pen back to Caralyn. This meeting was her idea.

Heading things off at the pass

Indiana is conservative. Very conservative. Small town Indiana, like Anderson, can be even worse. Oh, this is Caralyn. We're shaking up their world, particularly with our school system and community center. So far it had been well received, but in talking to others that opened up communities, particularly Shelby and Morgon, they shared that often the pushback was from the religious community. So, I arranged a meeting. For a small town, there a lot of churches. We sent out an invitation to clergy at every church to join us for a question and answer session. I thought about doing it in the wrestling room, but that seemed a little over the top. I finally rented a big room at a local hotel. We're not talking the Four Seasons. A Best Western. The biggest room I could find. It was their ballroom. You see, there are more than 80 churches in a town of fifty thousand. Of course, we included all denominations. Christian, Jewish, Muslim. There was a local Pastafarian church. We invited them. The Wiccans have a coven. Invited them. Everybody. We spread the word pretty publicly. You wanted to come, you could come. We ended up with a little over 200 attendees, which was going to stretch the Best Western ballroom a bit.

We didn't have an agenda or presentation. It was a town hall meeting. Open to any question and we were clear that we would be blunt. Bob and Amy both offered to come. Heck, damn near everyone offered to come, but we were making a point. Pari, Averie, and me. 11, 9, 9.

That's a bit of a point, isn't it? We held it late morning and had some pretty nice catering. We don't do things halfway. Listen to me. I act like I'm part of the inner circle.

"You are," said Pari. "How can you not know that? You have earrings. You're building a multi-trillion dollar company."

Say what? We'll talk later. Everyone was getting settled into their seats. Showtime.

"Good morning and thank you all for joining us here today. These are exciting times here in Anderson. We're revitalizing the economy, bringing in high paying jobs, and opening up amazing opportunities for the kids. There are no better examples than Averie and me. Let me explain," I said.

I told the story about how all this happened. I'd say about half of them thought I was blowing them shit and the other half believed. I introduced myself and my role and let Averie and Pari introduce themselves. Pari is pretty well-known, but Averie and I clearly are not, although I'm starting to get a little press buzz in town. Listen to me. Press buzz.

"This is a town hall and we didn't prepare anything. We're all just ready to take your questions. We promised to answer them all honestly but be careful of your questions because we will be honest, blunt, and graphic. There is nothing to hide anymore and the whole point of this meeting is for you to ask questions. We have people with microphones, so let's just raise hands and we'll get to everyone as quickly as possible. If you could start with your name and if you're associated with a church, which church and denomination. We're just trying to get to know you. Everything is fair game," I said. "Who wants to go first?"

Well pretty much every hand went up.

"Well that's great. I suspect some of you have similar questions, so as we go along, yours might be answered," I said. I looked out into the crowd and, as you would expect, it was an adult crowd, but not completely. There were probably thirty or forty kids. You know what I mean. People like us.

The first question was from the minister at a local Baptist church.

"Our church also runs a school. Do you have any plans to work with local religious schools to implement your program?" he asked. Well that was unexpected. I looked at Pari and she smiled.

"I'll take this one," said Pari. "We do not have a formal program, but I love the idea. If there is an interest on such a partnership from anyone in the room, there is a contact email in the original invitation. We'll setup a follow-up meeting for those interested. We're open to providing the methodologies and even funding school improvements. I will be honest, our interest will be in working with welcoming churches."

"Can you share a little more about what you mean?" he asked. "The term means different things to different people."

"Sure, although this is brainstorming, and we can work through it together. We're very supportive of religion. What we don't support is discrimination or the desire of a church to impose their beliefs on others. We live by the philosophy that if you don't like something, don't do it. We don't support your telling others what to do. There are some pretty strong examples and they'll cause some conflict. For example, almost everyone in our culture is bisexual. Any discrimination on sexual orientation or gender identity and we won't work with you. Another good example is abortion. We're not pro-abortion. No one is pro-abortion. We're in the mind your own business camp. You're welcome to share with your parishioners that your belief is that abortion is wrong. If you try to push that outside your church, or protest, then we won't work with you. If you're an uplifting church that welcomes everyone, we're there for you," said Pari.

"You're all bisexual?" he asked. That was his follow-up question. Pari laughed.

"Oh yeah," she said. I'd bet half the people in the audience moaned. "I'm dating both Queen Amy and King Bob." We have now hit 100% moans, or close.

"So you're going to impose your beliefs on us before you'll work with us," said another person, who didn't identify themselves.

"Not at all," I said. "Pari was quite clear. You're welcome to believe and teach anything you want in your church and we'll still support you. If you try to impose your beliefs outside your church, we won't. It's really quite simple. Heck, just think of Quora. BNBR. Be nice. Be respectful. You do that, we're there for you."

There was some murmuring in the room. The next question came from a young woman. Maybe early twenties.

"Our group does not have the resources to open a school. Would you work with us?" she asked. "We're certainly inclusive."

"Sure," I said. "Happy to. Join us in the next meeting and we'll get you started."

"You didn't even ask me what religion," she said.

"Don't care. If you treat people well, we help," I said. I actually know which church but was making a point. Work with me.

"I'm the leader of the local Wiccan coven," she said.

"Cool," I said. "In this time of climate stress, many of your beliefs should really resonate with everyone."

Someone else jumped in.

"You really mean that?" he said.

"Which part? The part where we'll work with you if you're good people? Yep. The part where we don't care what your religion is? Yep, that too. The part where I think many of the philosophies of Wicca are positive for the future of our planet? Yep, that one too. I'll tell you what. Invite me to your church. There are a lot of churches, so it will take me a while, but I'd love to attend all of your services. I'll be honest, I don't believe, but I love that those who do find strength in their faith. I learn a lot every time I go to church, and I go pretty frequently," I said.

"You don't believe but you go to church?" asked a woman in her fifties.

"Sure," I said. "Those positions are not mutually exclusive. The churches I like and go back to are uplifting. They're encouraging people to live good lives and treat others well and be open-minded. The sermons make me happy. I don't care what your underlying belief structure is if you're nice to me and try to make other people happy. I've been to almost every variation of Christian church. I've been to synagogues and mosques. I've met the young woman that is the coven leader because I've attended several of their services. I like the Unitarians because they are just so darn nice. Same with the Quakers. Religion is fascinating. I like religion that is for good. I don't like religion that is for hate and there is too much of that. So look inward. If your message is uplifting and inclusive, we're right there with you. If your message is negative or, worse, vicious, then enjoy your life, but we won't work with you."

"Would we have to install wrestling rooms?" asked another person.

"Yes," said Pari. "You would. It is an integral part of our curriculum. We know that probably makes some of you uncomfortable and we get that. We think you're wrong, but yes, that is a showstopper."

"And you're all comfortable with young children having lots of sex?" someone asked.

"That's not the right question," said Pari. "The question is are you comfortable acknowledging that it is happening and being supportive and doing it safely or being in total denial that it is happening and putting those kids through hell. I am sorry to be so blunt, but your kids are fucking. A lot. In our world, they're doing it safely. We've never had a sexual assault in our country. We've never had a single student get punished at school. Our kids have no idea what detention is. Our kids succeed. Making them live a life of lies doesn't help. Go home talk to your kids. Give them the opportunity to be truthful without retribution. Tell them that you're considering converting your school to the Dionysus curriculum and model and ask them their opinion. I'm sorry, but the world in which you live is not good for your kids. Your kids are learning their multiplication tables at 8. Our kids invented interstellar travel before that. You're forcing your kids to lie. It's time to stop that."

"Let me add to that. I'm a local girl. Three weeks ago, I was a 4th grader that simply hated school. I was bored out of my skull and we were being taught to do well on one damn test. Three weeks. Now I am leading a team to revitalize our city. We're having a job fair this weekend and already have 30,000 openings. Our goal is to hire 200,000 people. What we're doing can turn the corner on global warming and we're doing it as a non-profit. I submitted an idea on the Dionysus website. Within 48 hours, I had this job," I said. "I've been in the new school system for a week. In the same physical school. I will graduate high school next week and yes I mean that. I have been able to drive an accelerated program. In a week. Because I was given an opportunity. We want to give that to your kids too.

"Now, we jumped right into schools. We're open to other topics too. We certainly want to hear any objections and talk through them with you."

Silence. Absolutely silence.

"OK, just to be really blunt, I'm going to walk through the consent rules and can but don't have to," I said. Pari looked at me a little funny. Oh, shouldn't I do that? You could tell she was thinking, and then smiled and nodded.

So I did just that.

"Any questions?" I asked. Still silent. "Let's make sure this is all clear. Raise your hand if what I just described bothers you in any way and we'll discuss it. We can have that meeting privately if you'd like too."

No one raised their hand. Finally a young woman, who must be a student, raised her hand. A runner brought her a mic.

"I don't have any objection, I just wanted to share," said the girl. "My name is Naomi and I've lived here all my life. I love Anderson and all my friends, and it is the friendliest place in the world, but to survive in the world, I'll have to move away because there is nothing here for anyone still in school. You've shown up and given the entire town hope. No, that's not right, you've given the entire rust belt hope. People have promised jobs in every presidential campaign and then failed. You're not asking us for anything, not even a vote, and yet you're willing to do this all for us. Why would we object?

"But let me go a little deeper. Mom, Dad, you may not like hearing it, but we're all sexually active and these rules won't be anything new to us. We've all been honoring them ever since they became reasonably well known. We're just doing it with huge risk. I sure as hell won't name names, but a lot of adult-youth play is already happening, or so I hear. I have no actual facts to share, so don't ask. We live in a town where the entire town is poor. The movie theater closed because none of us could afford a ticket. This is life changing. No one is going to complain about these rules when you're saving us. Don't get me wrong, it isn't people hiding their disgust to get a job. It's a group excited that their existing lifestyle isn't going to result in them going to jail. We like to fuck. This is all fine with us. What we want is an education and opportunity. This couple next to me is my parents. When I started this little speech, I thought I was going to shock them. Now, I can see from their expressions that they knew and just decided to pretend they didn't know. So after this meeting, we're going back to the school, going into a wrestling room, and we're going to fuck our brains out."

With that, she stood and walked towards the door. Her parents followed her. Then so did every single person in the room. Every. Single. One.

Are you kidding? Hell yes, I followed her. I actually moved to the front to talk to her while we walked. I found out she is 10 years old. She's been in the new system for a week. She has a test tomorrow that if she passes, she'll graduate high school. We actually walked across town, and it is about a 15-minute walk, so we had time to chat. Her parents were Alisha, who is freaking stunning, and Hal, who is equally stunning. I found out Alisha is 29 and Hal is 31. Certainly in my range. You know. Five and up. Yep, that's my limit. Unless they're under 5 with an exception.

"Listen. I don't know if you've ever played before, but if you have, do not admit it to anyone. This is your first time," I said. Alisha started to talk, and I held up my hand. "Just don't. Nothing. Now, tell me about yourselves." I loved that Naomi took control of the conversation.

"Dad is a production engineer. His focus is on taking designs into production. He was laid off four years ago and has been working at the Home Depot, which he freaking hates," said Naomi. He started to speak, and Naomi held up her hand and he stopped, and we all laughed.

"Mom actually has the same skills, but her emphasis is different. Dad's area of expertise is the overall suspension and Mom's is the interior. Not designing them. Taking the crap the designers give them and figuring out how to actually build it. Mom works at the Kroger, in the bakery department. She hates it too, but does love to bake, so there is at least that. Their pay is shit, so we live in a crappy two-bedroom apartment and I have to share a room with my brother, Mychal. At least now Mychal and I can be a little more out in the open with our fucking. Mychal is 13 and a bit of a stud."

"Not at home," I said. "Remember that. Where's Mychal right now?"

"Basketball practice at the school. I told him to join us," said Naomi.

"Is this how you told him?" I thought to her, which was a little bit of a test.

"Yep," she thought back. "You're strong. I've never done this with anyone but Mychal."

"So what about you?" I asked. "What's your specialty?" Naomi laughed.

"I'm a bit of a generalist. I love cars and always have. It sucks that I missed the heyday of Anderson. I love every aspect of the business. The one vacation we've done in the last few years, I made us all go to Bowling Green for the tour of the Corvette plant. I even put a suggestion in the suggestion box, but I know that probably went into the trash."

"Was your suggestion about swapping the order of assembly?" I asked. Hell, even I'd heard the story about how that suggestion had saved millions.

"Yes!" she screamed. "How did you know that?"

"Because your penmanship sucks, particularly your cursive," I said. "It's lore in the family now. That change has saved over $300 million so far. They've tried everything to find you." Naomi's eyes were huge. I think it concerned Alisha.

"Are you OK, Naomi?" asked Alisha. Naomi couldn't even speak. I knew why.

"She's a little overwhelmed right now, because she remembers the fine print on the suggestion form, don't you Naomi?" I said. I'd only been in this job for a short time, but that story gets told to everyone. They've been desperately trying to find Naomi.

"Oh come on. That's just bullshit. No one would do that," said Naomi.

"Do you have a cellphone, Naomi?" I asked. She shook her head no.

"Are you kidding? I'm lucky to have shoes," she said, with a little bit of snark.

"Well, I'm pretty confident you can afford some shoes now," I said.

"What are you talking about?" asked Hal. I just looked at Naomi.

"The fine print said that any suggestion put into production that had cost savings would result in a 10% finder's fee for the person submitting the suggestion," said Naomi. "For as long as the suggestion was in use."

"Yes, it did," I said. "And we meant it." While she was talking, I sent a quick text to the group that handles this. I was surprised I got an immediate reply, but it turned out they were in Detroit.

I turned my phone to show Naomi.

"It's been a little more successful than I thought. Once we get you setup with bank account, we'll transfer this amount, and then you'll get a monthly deposit," I said, turning the phone to her. She let out a scream that could be heard on the space station.

"Show them, show them," she said. Just then a young man ran up and I was confident was Mychal. A little taller and a little older and, of course, male, but he looks a lot like Naomi. Damn, they'd have gorgeous kids.

"And for you we have no boundaries," thought Naomi. That got her a smile. I turned the phone to show her family.

$42,394,992.

"That's the amount you've saved. Naomi would get $4 million dollars!" screamed Alisha.

"No," I said, and I watched their faces fall. Mychal wasn't up to speed, but his family was disappointed, so he was disappointed. I think he kind of liked me though because he was hard. Very hard. Although that could be for Naomi too.

"Both of you," he thought. I admit I laughed, which just made it worse.

"I'm so sorry," I said. "My error. No, this isn't what we've saved. This is 10% of what we've saved. This is the amount we owe Naomi. We'll pay it by lunch tomorrow. They'll setup an account for you and you'll want to find a good financial advisor. We can suggest one, if you'd like. We have a pretty big team, as you can imagine."

"It feels like we should celebrate," said Naomi. She said that just as we walked into the large wrestling room. She started stripping. I started stripping. Everybody stripped. Naomi took Hal's hand. Mychal looked confused, but he wasn't stupid. He took Alisha's hand. They led them over and the men were pushed to the floor and the women climbed right on. I could see from Hal's expression that he was both a little freaked out and incredibly excited. OK, the hard 9-inch (23 cm) cock gave that away. I admit I was surprised that she slid right down, but something about Naomi told me there were secrets.

Or not. Mychal's cock was just a little longer and a little thicker than his dad's.

I was having them both and did. So did Pari. OK, then we found a double-ended dildo and fucked each other. Then another one and we fucked Mychal and Hal.

Who then fucked each other.

Darn it, the meeting lasted all day. In the wrestling room.

Let's get dinner

Morgon, Pari, and I split up for dinner, since we all found people to, well, interview. I took Naomi and her family to dinner at Sullivan's Steak house, which is near the Castleton school. Yes, I've been through driver's ed. Yes, including flying. Hey, it's been three weeks. There were just five of us, so we would easily fit in the Kia Stinger I was driving. Perhaps I should have been driving a GM product, but GM let these folks down, so I suppose it doesn't matter. I was impressed that none of them questioned me being the driver. I did have to make Naomi sit in the back. She's not legal in the front yet. OK, neither am I, but no one has arrested any of us yet. I think they all realize that going up against the kingdom might backfire. Then again, for most of the trip we were flying, so it might have been tough for them to pull us over.

Dinner was raucous and funny and a little snarky. I just love this family.

"So," I said, over dessert. "Are you all retiring now that Naomi came into money, or would you be interested in hearing about jobs that are available? Not jobs for which you could interview. I'm offering these if you want them."

"Tell us more," said Mychal. I loved that he was just as active in the conversation as Naomi. I also loved that their parents were comfortable with them leading.

"OK," I said. I offered both parents senior roles in their area of expertise. That knocked them back in their chair. They were much more senior roles than they'd ever had before. They fiercely objected, which I respect.

"I am 9-years old. Never held a job. Run the whole damn thing," I said. "That argument doesn't work with me. Just say the words with me. I accept." OK, I was setting them up for a jinx moment, but it didn't work.

Too bad. They're both very good kissers. I know.

"Mychal, we'll have to come back to you, since I don't know enough yet to find you the perfect home," I said. "Naomi, I'd like to offer you the position of Chief of Staff, reporting directly to me. You'd be my alter ego and interchangeable with me for the purpose of decisions. Together we could move much faster. That is if you want to work." I ran through her compensation too.

"Then again, you're going to bring in a solid half million a month from your idea, at least until the C9 comes out," I said.

They all just stared at me.

"A month," said Naomi and I just smiled.

"But why would you offer jobs to children?" asked Alisha. Oh hell, I just waited her out. Finally Hal jumped in.

"Because age is meaningless to you and you hire the best people for the job," said Hal. "And you think we're capable of doing the jobs you offered, including Naomi."

That got him a big smile. Sorry dude, didn't mean to get you hard in the restaurant. Oh wait, we can have dessert after the dessert.

And we did.

This story is long too! I'll leave more for later.

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