19 April 2021

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I just needed a blender

It all started when I bought a house on Malibu Beach. Bob here. Then I wanted to make smoothies. So I went to Target, which is a bigger project than you think from Malibu. There's not even a grocery for normal people nearby. There are supermarkets for people with whom I would not click. Just give me a Publix and I'm good. Ralph's. Ralph's would do. I wonder if either would give me a franchise to open in Malibu. It would be a great success.

So I bought a blender. I flew over, so for me it wasn't that big a deal, and bought the nicest blender they had and flew home.

And the damn blender burned out on my first smoothie. Now, you're probably picturing the buff guy blending up seaweed and kale. No. Just no. Those are the smoothies made by the people with whom I would not click.

Fuck kale.

So, back to the Target. The agonizing three-minute flight. In my 1969 Ford Bronco. Without the top, of course. It's gorgeous. It's burgundy, with a baseball glove interior.

And it flies. I didn't know anyone here, and it is getting more common, so I just landed in the parking lot. I think the guy that was racing around trying to get the spot was surprised when I floated down in it. He was flying through the parking lot. He actually got out of his car and started screaming obscenities at me. He's a big dude, but that type that used to be in shape, but isn't anymore. Maybe early thirties. I just stood there, holding my blender, while he yelled. Someone must have called security because they came running out of the Target. Did I mention he was with his daughter of maybe 10?

He saw them coming and tried to get to his car but didn't make it in time. They were detaining him when I walked over, holding my blender. What I had hoped would be a nice blender but failed me.

"What do you want us to do?" asked the guard.

"Why the fuck are you asking that vagrant?" said the dude, still hot. His daughter rolled her eyes. I think she's used to this from Dad.

"You did notice my truck can fly, right?" I said.

"Well, yeah," he said.

"Here's the deal. You're banned from Target. All of them. Everywhere. You're also banned from Walmart, Costco, and Sam's Club. They will all know who you are, and you will be instantly arrested for trespassing. I'm guessing you have a history where even a minor charge will cause you grief," I said.

"You can't do that!" he screamed.

"Yes, I can," I said. "And I am. I will drop the ban when you do two things. First, you need anger management counseling. I'll pay for it. You have to complete it. Second, I need at least one of your ex-wives to call me and tell me that they honestly believe you have changed. Then I'll release the ban."

"Ex-wives?" he said. "I don't know about that." The girl snorted.

"Good luck with that," said the girl. "Hell, I'd be out of here if my mom hadn't gone and OD'd. He'd be just as glad to have me gone. Or fuck me. He'd really like to fuck me." Shit.

I would later find he had three more ex-wives and he beat them all. I'll come back to that story. I reported the situation to DFS before I left the parking lot. I heard him call her Lexie. I wasn't just leaving Lexie to DFS. I have someone on it.

Nylah, but you probably knew that.

What a fun start to my trip. I just want a freaking blender.

I finally headed towards the store, carrying the blender. Just as I got to the door, a young woman approached from the other direction. Carrying the same blender. You know the dance where you try to figure out who should go first. I'm a gentleman so you know I let her go, although I had an ulterior motive.

This way I got to follow her cute little ass. Carrying the blender in suggested a similar destination.

The return line. Now, I could have just texted the assistant line and asked for a blender and one would have showed up quickly. What fun is that? I'm tired of that. I was going to buy a damn blender at Target.

And I failed at it.

But there is an upside. She has a simply amazing ass, more of which I could see than you would expect in Target. You see she is in a bikini. A pretty revealing bikini. Not a thong, but not full coverage either. You know the suit. Kind of a triangle covering the center part of your ass. This particularly bikini bottom had white, blue, and yellow stripes, coming down diagonally from the right. I do not know why that amount of detail was important.

She also appears to be about 11. Pari's age. Hey, I'm not going to pick her up. I'm going to admire her ass. Of course, if we were in Dionysus, she probably would have come home with me. Wow, that sounded bad, but you know what I mean. I'll bet there is a story to the bikini though. She finally noticed me, holding the same blender.

"Yours broke too?" she said.

"First smoothie," I said, more sadly than I intended.

"Me too!" she said. She did the up/down look.

"Sorry about the bikini. I was at a pool party and got elected to bring this back because I was the only woman that still had a top on," she said. "I'm older than you think. You're welcome to stare at my cute little ass."

"OK," I said. "Let's unpack that, maybe a little out of order. First, why did your top situation matter? Why didn't one of the guys return the blender?"

"Who said there were any guys?" she said, laughing.

"Point taken," I said. "It is a pleasant mental image." That made her laugh a little more.

"But there were guys, and they could have done this, and they should have done this and now I'm a little pissed," she said, with some grit. Then she smiled.

"What's next?" she said.

"You have a very nice ass and I welcome the opportunity to stare at it," I said. "It is one time when I wish that Target was not so efficient at their returns desk."

"Smooth, dude," she said. "Very smooth. You gave me a compliment that wasn't too far over the line and then escalated it dramatically without additional references to my ass. Good thing you're behind me. My front view isn't very impressive."

"Your front view is equally as impressive as your impressive rear view," I said.

"That was an impressive sentence," she said. "And bullshit. Next topic."

"While I appreciate your telling me you are of age, I did not interpret it as a pickup line, so it wasn't necessary. I would have still appreciated your cute little ass. You see, your ass, and your gorgeous breasts resemble those of my girlfriend, who is 11," I said.

The light bulb went on. The moan escaped.

"You must take me back to wherever you are staying and have your way with me," she said. "Please."

"I do love a woman that says please," I said. "Can we buy my blender first? I still want a smoothie."

"I believe we could accommodate that. Maybe you'll spoon some of that on my tiny little breasts and lick it off," she said. "My name is Fleur. And before you ask if it is my stage name, it is just my name. My mom is French."

"Which explains the stunning black hair," I said. It is stunning. Straight and all the way down to her cute little ass.

"You know all the right words," she said.

"No, I don't," I said. "You're attributing being smooth to just being honest, but polite. You have stunning black hair. I didn't make it creepy, I just made a factual observation. It is a little harder to do when referring to a cute little ass, but under it all, you'll find that everyone in Dionysus is just nice to each other."

"Nice. The fundamental underpinnings of your entire society is that you're nice," said Fleur.

I waited her out. She needed to think that statement through again. Maybe a few times. Nope. She caught it quickly.

"Oh my God. The fundamental underpinnings of your entire society is that you're nice," she said. "Are you telling me that it is that simple? Being nice?"

"No, of course not," I said. "Our society can be nice because it is nice. We literally don't have the same drama and inequalities in our society. Black, White, Brown, or Purple, we don't care. We value the maid like we do the CEO. In fact, for me, I don't give a shit about a CEO. The maid brings me joy every day. We don't have a problem with income inequality because everyone has plenty and if they don't, we give them more."

I left her to think for a moment. In our case, the maid brings me joy in more ways than she was imagining.

"And you fuck a lot," she said. OK, maybe not more ways than she was imagining.

"That we do," I said. I shouldn't have, but the temptation was too great. I gave her one of my better smiles. Which is why when the clerk called for her next customer, she had to wait until that customer was done having her orgasm.

Which she noticed.

And liked.

I'm not sure why, but I walked up with her.

And didn't speak.

Our transactions were quickly done, and then Fleur surprised me.

"We're headed back to Bob's for an afternoon, and hopefully an overnight, of passion," said Fleur. "Do you want to come with us? Are you at least 18?"

"Yes, no, and the unasked question, it doesn't matter," said Jacinda. "I'm 13, but I go to one of the Dionysus schools. Therefore, I am happily of age to spend the night with you both. Heck, I'm here as part of the Dionysus work-study program. I'm off now." We stepped to the side to chat.

"My brother and sister go to one of the Dionysus schools. Why does that matter?" asked Fleur.

"Because it means that all of our parents have signed forms that give us permission to do things like spend a wild weekend with you both," said Jacinda.

"All of our parents? My parents?" said Fleur. "They've signed that my 10-year-old brother and 9-year-old sister could come for this weekend and Bob could fuck them and my parents are OK with it?"

"Do your parents volunteer at their school?" asked Jacinda.

"All the time!" said Fleur.

"Then yes, I know for an absolute fact that your siblings could come," said Jacinda. "I can infer more than that but will remain discrete."

"The wrestling rooms are real?" said Fleur.

"Oh yeah," I said and so did Jacinda. We were both a few octaves below normal.

She got it out first. Then she looked shocked. "Well, if you want, you kiss me," I said. "If you don't want to, then don't. Or you could come with us and collect later."

That's when she went for the kiss. She put her whole body into it. She pushed me against the wall and just pressed her entire body against me. She had her hands on my face and just dove in with her tongue.

I put my best effort into that kiss. I put my best effort into every kiss.

Then I held her up while she rode through several orgasms.

And left a bit of a puddle.

That's when everyone in line and all the employees burst into applause.

"It's a good thing you own Target," said Jacinda. Oh and let me describe Jacinda. Wind Ruby back a couple years, to the small A cup days.

Now you have Jacinda.

If you were jacking off, I'll bet you just came.

Jacinda leaned over and picked up a microphone and we heard "cleanup in returns" booming over the loudspeaker system.

Then we headed over to the blender aisle. Jacinda pointed out the one that was best. The second from the cheapest one. I'd bought a $300 blender. These were $39.95.

I'd grabbed a cart, so I loaded everyone of that model blenders in I could. Then I handed one each to Jacinda and one to Fleur.

"You can take that one to your friend that had the party," I said.

"Fuck that," she said. "My blender."

Then she stuck out her lower lip. She looks 11. She's pouting.

I closed my eyes and she laughed.

"Oh boy," she said. "You have a type. I see it too. Pari. Chris. All of them. Leslie. Morgan. They're all beautiful to you. It's not their bodies, although they are spectacular. It's the person. Your type is a powerful young woman and you're freaking surrounded by them. Hell, you're growing more of them. Jessica will rule the world someday."

"Close," I said. "Very close. I'm proud of the opportunities that our country provides. I might have a type, although you unnecessarily constrained it to young women, but it isn't just limited to that. I love everyone."

"He really does," came a voice as a new person walked up. They look my hand and gave me a gentle kiss.

Now, you're expecting Amy, or maybe Pari.

Orlando. I think Jacinda and Fleur were close to melting into the floor.

"I can carry two," said Orlando, so I loaded him up. We walked towards the front door and a security guard walked up and walked us around the counters. He followed us out and helped load the blenders in the back of the Bronco, behind the second row of seats.

The guard walked away, after giving me a fist bump.

"The guard just helped you steal all these blenders from Target," said Fleur. Orlando, Jacinda, and I all laughed.

Orlando and I waited out Jacinda, who laughed again.

"Well first, you can't really steal from yourself, but in this case he didn't," said Jacinda. "Tech in his earrings scanned all the blenders and paid for them."

"Yeah, sure," said Fleur. We all waited her out.

"So you could just load up three carts and walk out the front door and it would all get billed to you?" said Fleur.

This time, Orlando, Jacinda, and I all said yes. I could see Orlando about to say it, but I held up a finger and he bit his tongue. Jacinda got it out.

I let him go first. She backed him right up to the truck. And pushed him over. Not literally. Pushed him over in the sense that there is now cum dripping from the left leg hole of his shorts.

"Well we got that one out of the way," said Orlando.

"I'm next," said Fleur.

Yeah, Orlando and I got to watch. And yes, we all realized Fleur wasn't a part of the jinx.

Like that would stop us.

Jacinda came in for mine and I suggested she wait until we could do it naked with her impaled on my cock.

"Wow, that was graphic, blunt, and direct," said Jacinda. "That was so refreshing. I can't wait until I can start school up again."

"I don't know the circumstances, but that would be Monday," said Orlando. "Whatever it is, we'll fix it."

"You are all really that nice, aren't you?" said Fleur.

I shrugged. Nodding seemed pompous.

"How did you all get here?" I asked, of the group. Fleur pointed at a recent model Honda Accord. Jacinda pointed at a Corolla that had seen better days. It reminded me of Juanita's. Remember that?

"Let's all ride together. Traffic will be a bitch," I said. "I'll send a car fetcher for your cars."

"You'll make someone come drive our cars to your house," said Jacinda.

"No," I said. "A car fetcher is a drone. It will come pick up your car and drop it at our house."

"Of course," said Jacinda. "A car fetching drone."

"We have to pick up my brother and sister," said Jacinda. "They're home alone."

First I heard of a brother and sister, but OK.

"How old and do they go to our schools?" I asked. "They may not be able to come."

"They can," said Jacinda. "Merritt is 9 and Mireya is 10. Merritt is the boy and Mireya is the girl. It isn't always obvious."

"OK, let's split up," I said. "Fleur are you OK going with Orlando and picking up your brother and sister?"

"Oh no, I have to go with the sexy young hunk to pick up my siblings who I might get to fuck for the first time," said Fleur.

Orlando and I got yes out at the same time. Of course I paid up. In the Target parking lot. With Orlando.

It sounds like a weird version of Clue.

"Now I know why I am here," said Orlando and I nodded.

"Huh?" said Jacinda and Fleur, with the requisite response.

"Hold that," said Orlando. "Pay up later, and what I meant was that I knew that I needed to meet Dad and that he was here, I just didn't know why."

"I didn't see you text him," said Fleur.

"I just knew it," said Orlando. It finally sunk in.

"Wow," they both said.

"Save it," said Jacinda. "We know."

I'll pass the pen to Orlando and then come back to my story. We took a little longer.

I don't really know the story

Fleur and I walked to the outer part of the parking lot.

"You landed your S-88 in the parking lot. We're going to pick up my siblings in your space plane," said Fleur.

"Uh, yeah?" I said. "If you'd prefer I can leave the plane here and we can take the car that's in the plane."

"We could just take my car," said Fleur.

"We could, but this is LA, and traffic is a bitch. If we take my plane or my car, we can fly," I said. Just then, Dad flew over with Jacinda, in his Bronco. Fleur stared for a bit.

"You people are weird," said Fleur.

"Wait until you see what we do with spatulas," I said, laughing. Somehow it made Fleur moan. Then she suggested something new to do with a spatula and tongs.

We had to go back inside to buy tongs. We bought out the store. Somehow it made the clerk that checked us out moan that we bought all the tongs.

I can't wait to learn new tong things.

OK, I admit. We're weird.

Fleur fits right in.

We landed in their driveway.

"I know, I'm a loser, I still live at home," said Fleur.

"California is stupid expensive, but your life is different now," I said. Fleur gave me a funny look.

"What do you mean my life is different?" asked Fleur, with a hint of concern in her voice.

"It is a good thing, not a bad thing. Somehow you entered Dad's orbit. I don't know why. He won't know why. But you did," I said. "It is kind of like an asteroid getting caught in the sun's gravitation and ending up orbiting the sun. Call it fate or karma or anything else you want, but Dad met you for a reason."

"Kind of new age there, dude," said Fleur.

"Yeah, I get it. It sounds ridiculous. We have this concept of an original. Someone that met Mom and Dad before Dad bought the islands that became Dionysus," I said. "Ruby is an original. So is Sophia. There is a point to this, trust me. I am the first of the originals, with Morgan and Leslie. We totally upended Dad's life. He had a quiet life, living on a boat in Florida, and literally did not know we existed. He got a call in the morning and we arrived in the evening and he is our savior. Every single person that has come into his orbit will tell you that he is their savior, in small ways or big. In my case, beyond big. Everything in our society is rooted in Dad's efforts. Everything. Pari and the school systems. Chris and the presidency. I was the freaking President of Russia, at the same time. I was 13 years old.

"All because of Dad. He doesn't even consciously do it. He's just that nice and he's rich beyond belief and he loves to share it with people he likes. Now, before you take the phrase people he likes wrong, it doesn't mean sex. It just doesn't. We all love sex and that's great, but you absolutely know, deep down, that no one would pressure you in any way and that regardless of your choice it doesn't affect the outcome."

"I want DP from you and your Dad," said Fleur. OK, I laughed.

"That is also an option," I said.

Well it is.

We came down the stairs to squeals. Now, you're assuming it was her siblings, Kory and Lilith, that were squealing.

Nope. Her parents, Alianora and Lafayette. French to the core. Kory and Lilith just look bemused.

Yes, bemused.

"Do you finally get it, sis?" asked Lilith.

Then she hit her sister with a smile. I caught Fleur before she hit the ground.

It was quite an orgasm.

"Are we all invited?" said Kory.

Fuck yeah. I just nodded. Dad has taught me that skill. Lilith ran onto the plane and Kory wasn't far behind. Lafayette and Alianora climbed into the plane, still in a bit of a daze. Yeah, I don't get it either. OK, maybe I do, but it embarrasses me.

It embarrasses us all.

We finally did the introductions and they pushed through their haze.

"How, what, when?" asked Alianora.

"You forget where," I said. "Fleur met Dad at the Target, returning a blender."

"Dad. Your dad. King Bob," said Alianora, right before Lafayette swooned.

Yeah, you read that right. A little swoon from Alianora too.

"We're invited to a weekend at their place," said Fleur. "Does it include our parents?" Oh, that was directed at me. I laughed again.

"Hmm," I said. "Two attractive people that are regular volunteers at our schools? Um, yeah."

Everyone on the plane moaned, including me.

"Let's head to the house," I said.

"We need to pack!" announced Alianora.

"What would you pack?" I asked. "We have everything you need. Seriously, we do. Shorts, T-shirt, Swimsuits. Everything."

"I thought we'd be naked all weekend," said Lilith. I laughed again.

"Well, sure, but you can wear clothes if you want," I said.

"Will you be wearing clothes?" asked Lafayette, in the most hopeful voice.

"Not very often," I said.

"Will you please fuck me in the ass?" asked Lafayette.

"Dad!" screamed Fleur. I held up my hand.

"I would enjoy that very much, thank you for asking," I said, to Lafayette. I turned to Fleur.

"What he asked was just fine. He was polite and direct and even said please. I know I could answer yes or no, or even not yet," I said. "You have to have read all this."

"It is true? All of it?" asked Fleur.

"Everything, yeah, no," I laughed. "There are articles that suggest we slaughter goats. We like goats. Then again our bacon consumption might lead to pigs being endangered."

Lafayette moaned.

"Bacon made you moan?" asked Alianora. He just shrugged.

I get it, Lafayette, I get it.

"Oh you'll have to meet Mom if you have a shared love of bacon. There is something special about her riding you like a bull while you both enjoy some bacon," I said.

Everyone except me laughed.

"Oh my God," said Lilith. "You were serious." She turned to Kory.

"We're finding bacon and fucking," said Lilith. Kory is just happily nodding.

"You have got to try the bacon wrapped lobster bites, dipped in melted butter," I said. They all just stared at me.

"That's normal food for you," said Alianora. "Bacon wrapped lobster."

I admit I laughed.

"We kind of love lobster. You can have it at literally every meal. Try the lobster and crab breakfast burritos. Fresh bacon and potatoes. Homemade salsa. Corn Pico," I said. "Incredible."

"What restaurant has that?" asked Alianora.

"Just walk into the kitchen this weekend and ask. There will always be someone there to make it for you," I said.

"You have 24-hour chefs," said Lafayette.

"Listen, our lives are weird. There will be people in and out all weekend, from all over the world. Often they're dealing with major time zone shifts, so breakfast might be at midnight or dinner at dawn. So yes, someone will be there for you. 24/7," I said.

"Who is coming?" asked Kory.

"Is that with an O or a U?" I asked. It took them all a moment, and then they broke into a group moan.

I sense a fun family.

"What are we waiting for?" asked Fleur. "I need Dad and Kory to fuck me!"

"What about us?" asked Lilith, pointing at their mom, Alianora.

"We'll find things to do," I said. "We brought tongs."

Another group moan. Interesting.

It was short hop and when we got there, it was already crowded. I'll pass the pen back to Dad and then we can bring it back together.

OK, our story

And it isn't as simple. This is Bob again. Jacinda gave me the address and we headed there. It is a rough part of LA. I'm glad they were in our schools. The houses were nice though, and well kept. Jacinda's, on the outside, needed a little landscaping, but something was off, and I was going to figure it out. We landed in her driveway.

"We should have sent the blenders with Orlando," said Jacinda. "There is some risk."

"No, there is not," I said. "This whole neighborhood goes to our schools, right?" Jacinda nodded.

"No risk," I said. We went inside and it is freaking spotless. I mean perfect.

Two simply adorable kids ran up. I cannot stress the word adorable enough. Go back to the first entry where we meet Gabe and Ruby.

Now move them to LA.

They are both in their underwear. Which is soaking wet. Merritt is wearing typical little boy underwear, which is now transparent, and he's hard. He has a 4-inch (10 cm) thin, uncut cock. I said transparent.

Mireya is wearing simple pale yellow panties. Yep. Transparent. That's all she is wearing. Her nipples are rock hard. Just nipples.

"Uh, guys, you're kind of showing everything to our guest," said Jacinda.

"He's seen it all already," said Mireya.

Jacinda looked confused. Hell, I know I looked confused.

"You toured our school on Wednesday," said Merritt. "You and the principal walked through the wrestling room during a sex ed class. Mireya and I were demonstrating the golden arches."

Oh yeah.

"Quite well, as I recall," I said. "Lots of enthusiasm."

"Oh they have lots of enthusiasm," said Jacinda. I'm sure my face rolled through some emotions and Jacinda laughed.

"Only at school," said Jacinda. "We're not stupid."

"You're not," I said. "But they are."

They both looked stricken. I turned to the kids.

"Listen," I said. "I will fix this, but if you keep this up, you risk getting taken away from Jacinda and even split up. Most likely split up. All three of you. I can fix it, and you can help me decide how, but until we do, nothing at home."

They were smart enough to not argue, but just nod.

"How?" said Jacinda. I pointed at the one comfortable chair in the room, which had a basket of laundry on it.

"I don't know who you lived with. Your mom, or dad, or someone else," I said. "But if they were still around, that basket would never be in that chair. But you're OK putting a basket in it, because none of you will sit in the chair."

"How did you know that?" said Merritt.

"Because he just does," said Mireya. "Whatever happened today to kick all this off happened for a reason, and he's at the heart of the reason."

They all looked at me.

"It was the blender," I said, with reverence, and they all laughed.

"Listen," I said. "I suspect the whole situation sucks and we'll talk about it, but for a bit, why don't we take your minds off it and head back to my house for the weekend. We're having a bit of a party, so it will get a little crazy. Will lots of public sex, where you can freely join in, bother you?"

"I am trying so hard for a snarky retort, but my snark powers are failing me," said Mireya. "Yeah, that would be good."

"What should we pack?" asked Jacinda.

"Nothing. Trust me, nothing," I said. Then I smiled. Oh, sorry, Merritt. Didn't realize you were in the line of fire, so to speak.

He smiled.

"Looks like I got the first one out of the way," he said, laughing.

Yes he did.

The kids took a quick shower, and they were obviously playing by the rules, because they took a quick shower. Showers can consume an afternoon in our world.

We walked outside and there was a group of Hispanic kids kind of hanging around my car. Not messing with it, just kind of hanging out. A half-dozen young men, from 10 to 25, or so. A couple young women, maybe 12 and 15. The girls were in shorts and bikini tops and the tops were last years. Or kindergarten.

Hey, I can appreciate a nice view. They were all attractive people.

"Nice Bronco," said the younger girl. "A 1970." She saw the look on my face and laughed.

"You thought it was a 69, didn't you?" she said. "If it was sold to you as a 69, they likely ripped you off. They did a good job with changing everything, but they missed the one thing they always seem to miss." She waved me over and ducked under and looked at the bottom of the mirror.

"See that screw hole?" she said. I nodded.

"That hole would be exactly an inch closer to the car on a 69," she said. "I'm short. I notice."

Wow.

"Assume unlimited funds," I said. "Where and how would you set it up?"

"Three blocks down and two to the left. There is an empty warehouse. One end used to be a car repair shop, so it already has six lifts. You're standing with my crew. It wouldn't take that much, but cash flow is always the problem. While we're rebuilding it and while it is for sale, we have carrying costs and that would eat us up. We can do world-class work. We can find the cars to restore. Cash flow is the problem."

"Let's go see it," I said. I started walking. They followed me.

"Hey Jason, I need a place that is three blocks ahead of me and two to the left. For lease. Warehouse. Can you find the agent and have him meet us? We'll be there in less than ten."

"Thanks," I said.

"The earrings are Bluetooth headsets?" asked the girl.

"No," I said. "They're the whole phone. The visuals are transmitted directly to my visual cortex." We stopped for a moment and she stared at me.

"I'm never going to know whether I am being punked, am I?" she said.

"Sure you will. I would never punk you. None of us would. You already know that," I said.

"Yeah, I do," she said. "I'm Odelya. I think it disappoints Mama that I'm an atheist, given my name means I will praise the Lord."

"Yeah, I can see that" I said. Just then we walked up to a man standing in front of the warehouse.

"Odelya, not again. You know you have no way to afford this," he said.

"Sure I do," said Odelya. "I got me a sugar daddy." Then she looked a little embarrassed and turned to me.

"Sorry, that might have hit a little close to home," she said.

"Maybe a little," I said, laughing.

"I'm the one that asked you to meet us," I said. "I'm interested in at least leasing the building, but preferably buying it."

"The whole building? Including the parking garage?" he said.

That's when I realized that it was warehouse and workshop on the first floor of a seven-story parking garage.

"Holy shit," I said. "This is perfect. The inventory storage alone."

"You're going to fill up a seven-story parking garage with inventory," said Odelya.

"As fast as you can fill it up," I said. I turned to the agent.

"Does the building have a sales price?" I asked. He named a figure. Jason had already told me what it was worth, and it was only modestly above that number.

"Sure," I said. "That's a pretty fair price. We'd like immediate occupancy upon payment."

"Oh sure," he said. Then his phone beeped. You know the drill.

"I'll just leave you with the keys," he said. He handed them to me, and I handed them to Odelya.

"Have them put it in Odelya's name," I said.

"But I'm not an adult," said Odelya.

"Yes you are," I said.

"Huh. Oh. Really? Cool," she said.

"You realize you just had an entire conversation with yourself," I said.

"Yes, and I won the argument," said Odelya. Oh I like this kid.

"Make it a consulate and you can like me more," added Odelya.

"You're not supposed to read someone without permission," I thought.

"But you're about to tell me that I have no boundaries and I'm going to tell you the same," she thought.

She had me there.

Just then a mini-bus floated down.

"We thought we'd all join the party," said Odelya.

"A fine idea," I said. "But a flying bus?"

"I found Mary Lou in your contact list and thought it to her," said Odelya.

"We have contact lists?" I said.

"Oh yeah," said Odelya. "Just think about someone and their contact list."

"Shit, that's cool. You can even scroll it," I said. It is cool.

Not one of the people with me thought this entire conversation was anything but normal.

"Put out the word that you're in the market for product. Have them drop by our house. If you like it, we'll keep it and send them home in a JetsonCar," I said.

"But that would mean all our product was at your house," said Odelya.

"That's OK," said Jacinda. "He has drones that will move them for you."

"Of course he does," said Odelya.

"Yeah, I'll leave you one. They'd be really handy for picking up cars you want that are not driveable," I said. Just then, Jacinda's Toyota flew over, hanging under a surprisingly small drone.

"That's your car, Jacinda?" asked Odelya.

"Yep," said Jacinda.

Just then the drone flew back over, flew into the open door, and parked itself in the corner.

"How do you use it?" asked Odelya.

"Just ask her to do what you want her to do. Start with Alexa," I said.

"The drone is an Amazon Echo," said Odelya.

"Yeah," I said. "Alexa, play Kings and Queens."

"Playing Kings and Queens, by Ava Max," replied the drone. And then she did.

"Kind of a theme song, huh?" said Odelya. I just smiled. Oops. Sorry Odelya.

"Not sorry," she said, standing back up. I went a little too far if she fainted.

They all climbed on the bus and we did too.

"Don't we need the car with the blenders?" asked Odelya. Just then, it flew by. Empty. It didn't need a drone.

"Looks like we're good," said Odelya.

Did you know that in that short flight Merritt and Odelya can give a very fine blowjob?

I am now aware of that.

We landed right after I came. Merritt was the first one off the bus. He walked right over to Orlando and kissed him, pushing my cum into his mouth.

Which Orlando then passed to Jacinda, who passed it to Fleur. Not much left now.

Oh, a little from Fleur to Pari.

Oh God.

I'll come back to the sex. A lot of sex. But right after Pari swallowed, quite visibly, cars started driving through the circle. Some pretty freaking amazing cars. All needing a restoration, but all spectacular. The first car in the driveway is a '69 Miura.

I didn't know there were any left in the wild.

There are Ferraris, and Mercedes, and Jaguars. BMW is here. All the early 60s British brands. All in the 1950s through early 70s.

"You were expecting Chevy low-riders, weren't you?" said Odelya.

"Yep," I said. She stopped and looked at me.

"You owned it," she said.

"Yeah, I did. I went right to a stereotype and I was wrong. Maybe with a little disappointment. I like low-riders," I said, smiling.

"Then you should meet my cousin Dwain," she said. "Although he's a young guy. He's just 9."

"Your call. Hire him and open a second division. Buy another warehouse," I said.

"Building next door is for sale too. Same setup, but a twelve-story garage," said Odelya. "Same property manager."

Jessica ran up and gave me a set of earrings and a small phone. I handed them both to Odelya. She shoved the phone in her pocket and handed me the earring box. She took out the little studs in her ears and carefully put the backs on and put them in her pocket. Then she took the box, or more accurately I held it open and she put them.

"I love the blue," she said. "But it is the wrong color for sapphires."

"Not sapphires," I said.

"What other gem is this blue?" she asked.

"Diamonds," I said.

That got me a stare.

"You're giving me blue diamond earrings. Priceless diamond earrings," said Odelya. "How do you know someone won't cut my ears off for them."

"Well, several ways. Most people will react like you do that they're the wrong color. Even thieves know that," I said. "No one will know except people that you tell."

"Then again," I said. "Who you tell doesn't really matter, because if they fuck with you, you'll use your powers and kick their asses. Worst case, you'll fly away".

"You think I have powers including the ability to fly," said Odelya.

"Yes," I said.

"With high confidence," she said.

"Oh yes," I said.

"I've never done more than float," she said. "I can actually fly?"

I admit, I laughed.

That's when Ruby walked up. Odelya's mouth dropped open.

"She gets that reaction and I get nothing?" I said.

"You got a very visceral reaction," she said. "You just couldn't see it. Yet."

"Then again, Ruby got that reaction too," said Odelya, about three octaves lower.

"That didn't help, did it?" she said, back in her normal voice. I shook my head no, with a frown.

Yeah, I couldn't hold it.

"I guess I'll just have to enjoy you together," said Odelya. "Just to boost your self-esteem."

"Oh yes," said Ruby. "Poor Bob." Of course I went with her. They're nice cars.

We walked up to the first dude in his Miura. I'd say mid-fifties. White. Affluent but not wealthy, if the distinction makes sense.

He clearly knew who I was and clearly wondered who the fuck Odelya is. She's little, 12-years-old, and brown.

She's invisible to him.

"How much do you want?" asked Odelya.

He looked at me and I was stoic. I wasn't even giving him visual cues. She's in charge. He needs to figure that out. It took him too long.

I am pissed. Odelya is philosophical, which makes me even more pissed.

"$1.1 million. No lower," he said.

Odelya laughed, which did not seem to encourage him. She walked over and raised the hood.

"You have a fairly complete body and interior of a 400 S. Except for the rear seats, which are from a 400, as is the instrument panel. If you look at the engine, the engine and gearbox are cast as a single unit. A 400, not a 400 S and an early one. It even has a welded frame and they welded it wrong," said Odelya. She turned to me.

"You going to buy enough of these so I can play Lego and put them all together?" she asked.

"I have six, or maybe seven, in similar condition that I'll have delivered to you. One more is good," I said.

"You don't know if you have six or seven?" said Odelya.

"I don't even know how many total Miuras I own. That's the parts cars," I said. By now they're both staring at me.

That's when I shrugged.

"What do you have into it?" said Odelya. "Just tell the truth." He sighed.

"A little over $400K," he said.

"Ouch," she said. "That's way too much, in this condition."

"Yeah, I figured that out," he said.

"What happens if you take a big loss?" asked Odelya.

"I lose my house," he said. "I kind of went all in." She turned to me.

"You OK if I overpay to make him whole?" she asked. Yeah, you're getting nothing from me, kid. Your call. She waited me out a bit and then laughed. She turned back to the guy.

"We'll pay you the $400K," said Odelya. "Did you know it was this bad or did you get suckered?"

"Very much suckered by a too good to be true opportunity on a Miura. By my brother-in-law. My sister's husband. Then he ran off with my wife," he said. Odelya looked at him for a minute.

"You know," said Odelya. "You were meant to be with your sister, right?" He rocked back a bit.

"Yeah, but we can't do anything about it," he said.

"What do you do for a living? What does your sister do?" asked Odelya, which confused him.

"We're both teachers, but what does that have to do with anything?" asked the guy. "I'm Huey. My sister is..." Odelya interrupted.

"Oh God. Please tell me that your sister's name is Riley," said Odelya.

"How did you know?" he asked.

Hey, I watch Adult Swim. It is hilarious. If you don't understand, search for "Huey and Riley". He and his sister are the opposite of Huey and Riley. Riley is even a boy. Moving on.

"How exactly do I pay for the cars?" asked Odelya. Just then Jessica and Bill walked up. Jessica handed Odelya a small tablet with chip reader. Kind of like what a server might bring to the table in every country except the US. I still don't get that. Bill handed me a box with Visa gift cards. I handed one to Odelya.

"You stick this in the end, and it will prompt you to enter the amount," I said. "But first scan or enter the VIN, if you know it. There is a camera in the back. Start with taking a picture of the car."

She held it up and took the picture and then looked at the display.

"It says it is a 1968 with parts from a 1970 and a 1971. And one wheel cap from a 1969," she said, in awe.

"Now type in the amount," I said. She did that and it printed out a small slip of paper and beeped.

"Tear that one off," I said. She did and a second one printed.

"A bill of sale with a picture of the car," she said.

"Both of you sign both. He gets one and the Visa card," I said. "All the money is on the card. He can deposit it in his bank or just spend it off the card."

They both signed and he took the card and left in a JetsonCar.

"He trusted you enough to take the card and leave," said Odelya.

"No, he trusted you, too," I said. "I'm going inside for a bit. Send somebody to get me after you've bought five more. I'll come back out and we can talk."

"I can buy five more cars without your approval?" she said.

"Where in the process of buying the Miura did you get my approval?" I asked. She laughed.

"OK," she said. "Bring me a Coke Zero."

I wandered inside and chatted with some people until Bill ran up to get me.

"Odelya is ready for you," he said, smiling.

"You can have an exception for Odelya," I said.

"Mom already gave me one," he said, laughing. "Jessica too. She's busy right now. Later. Odelya wants you too."

Sure, I'll share the 12-year-old girl with my 4-year-old son.

No, seriously. Sure I will. Not at the same time. That's a few years away. But it will be fun.

We walked up to Odelya and I could almost see the sparks with Bill. Damn.

Just damn.

You go, dude. Set your sights high. Bill gave me a nice smile and Odelya looked at me, just flat stunned.

"You think he is setting his sights high with me?" said Odelya. "I ain't shit."

"Are you kidding?" said Bill. "You're smart, you're funny, you're gorgeous, you're powerful as fuck. You may not realize it, but I do. You're special, even amongst those of us that are special. I can sense it. Dad can sense it. Top 25 powerful. Can her earrings cloak?"

I just nodded.

"Just think you want to be invisible," said Bill. Then he blinked out. Then she did.

"OK, now think that you want me to be able to see you and I'll do the same," said Bill. I can't see them anymore, so I suppose I need to pass the pen.

She doesn't get it

She may not be as powerful as me, but it is closer than you would think. Bill here, but you knew that.

I took her hand.

"Tell me if anything we do scares you," I said. "We'll back off."

With that, I took off, tugging her hand a little. It took her about 2 seconds to be flying by herself and I don't think she knew she was. We flew around the yard for a bit. After the second lap, I let go of her hand. I stayed close. She didn't notice for a long time, but then she did.

I grabbed her quickly and just stopped.

Now we're floating about 30 meters off the ground.

"Wait," she said. "Let go."

I slowly did and she just floated with me. She smiled and took my hand. Then we freaking took off. Straight up. She took us up to about 6,000 feet and started accelerating out over the water. We broke through the cone and were still accelerating. She turned to me.

"Did we just break the sound barrier?" she thought, and I nodded. I focused on her because this is a tumbling from the sky moment too.

"Cool," she said, just as we zipped by a small Cessna, leaving it in our wash.

"Shit," she said.

"Take us up. Get above it," I said.

"There is traffic up to 45,000 feet," she said.

"Get above it," I said. She just smiled and turned us up. And up.

"High enough?" she asked, but just mouthed the words, which freaked her out.

"You have to think to me," I thought. "There isn't enough air to move our vocal cords."

"How are we alive?" thought Odelya.

"We don't quite know," I said.

"Can we go underwater too?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Can I do anything else?" she asked.

"You're pretty invulnerable," I said.

"That's handy," she said.

"You're insatiable and are thinking it would be cool if we fucked right now," I said.

"Oh that would be cool," she said. She started undressing and her clothes just floated.

"How are my clothes floating?" she said. "Although I should have thought of that before taking them off."

"I'm holding them. You just imagine them staying with you," I said. She thought for a moment.

"I've got them," she said. I let go and her shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes stayed.

Her panties fell away.

"You forgot your panties," I thought.

"No I didn't," she thought. I laughed. In her head. It is a little weird.

"That is a little weird," she thought. Yep.

She floated over and turned perpendicular from me. She floated onto my cock and took hold of my arms.

And started bouncing. It was glorious. She felt me start and lifted off. I just shot a huge amount of cum that immediately started falling to Earth.

"That's a lot of cum," she said. "I'm surprised you're able to cum that much." I shrugged. I am my father's son.

"What happened to the cum?" she asked.

I shrugged again. I will go on a small tangent. It turns out there was a Learjet flying by at 45,000 feet. I just covered their windscreen. They could see well enough to land but reported it. They tested it and the fact that they got covered by cum at 45,000 feet was a news story for a day or two. You should have seen the articles trying to clinically dance around the word cum.

Several evangelical ministers accused Dionysus. We didn't bother to deny it. They would never guess it was mine anyway. We did put in new rules that you couldn't spray cum in near space.

Probably a good rule.

"Why do you think I am so powerful?" asked Odelya. I didn't think I'd share that our belief is that the powerful would ultimately be our soulmates. I believe it will prove true for Lianna and Madison. For now, we just explain the concept of the inner circle.

And make them a member. Which Dad had already recognized and done.

"This is hard to explain and is going to sound so damn bad. You just told me that I am a member of the freaking inner circle of Dionysus and it should just overwhelm me, but it doesn't," said Odelya. "Why not?"

"Because it is where you belong and deep down you know it," I said.

"Is there a chance we're soulmates?" said Odelya.

"Maybe," I said. "But you have to meet Jessica first. It is also possible that you're not, but just very powerful, which you are. But Jessica is key."

"Because to be your soulmate I would also have to be her soulmate," said Odelya. "That was a statement of fact, by the way, not a question."

OK, she gets it. What it got her was a kiss.

"Let's go meet Jessica," she said, taking my hand. "I guess we should get dressed."

"Usually we don't," I said. "But today people are bringing their cars by. Tomorrow we'll go somewhere else."

"Somewhere else?" said Odelya.

"There are a lot of choices. I think they were talking about Paris. I also heard them discuss Sydney. That would be nice because Jessica and I have our own house," I said.

"You know I don't have a passport," said Odelya.

"Of course you do," I said. "A diplomatic one at that."

"Dionysus," she said. "I'm a Dionysus citizen."

"Sure," I said. "We give'em out like candy."

"No, you don't," she said.

"OK, no we don't," I said, smiling at her. She tumbled just a little when she had her orgasm. Laughing all the time. Then we flew back to the house in LA. Fast.

We landed right next to Dad. Then we uncloaked. He didn't even react.

"You didn't even react," said Odelya.

"You sound like you think it is uncommon," said Dad. I admit, I snorted. Then I shrugged.

There were at least another dozen cars parked in the purchased area and Dad has the card programmer in his hand.

"You bought all these?" asked Odelya.

"Oh Good Lord no," said Dad. "My strength is asking the right people for help."

"That would be me," said a voice from behind us, who was crawling out from under a gorgeous E-Type.

Odelya's head whipped to Bob.

"You made Belen come pick cars for me?" she said, pretty firmly, which made Dad laugh.

"No, he asked politely, and he said please," said Belen. "And he promised to save one for me. That's a pretty big draw."

Well it is. Hell, when I turn 7, I'm going to just stand near Dad. There are always enough people around to have fun with. OK, I guess I'm not waiting. It's an average day.

"Like you're going to have any to spare," said Odelya.

"Point taken," I said. "But you may be surprised what it takes to wear me out."

"I'll put in my best effort," she said, laughing.

"Nothing quite like Father after Son," said Belen. We all moaned. We did.

"I got this," said Belen. "You three go."

"Both of you together?" said Odelya.

"Not at the same time. We work within the rules. He can see anything. Hell, he does most of them," said Dad. "There are a few he can't physically do yet."

"But I do work out," I said, laughing.

Let's just say it was amazing in so many ways. Can't wait. Just can't wait.

Jessica joined us too.

I'm having fun

I'm back to my museum days. Belen here. I don't know exactly who he is, but someone named Dwain joined me and he clearly knew the low-riders and the potential low-riders better than me. So I gave that task to Dwain and we setup two lines and doubled our pace. By the time they came back, about an hour later, we'd bought 38 cars. About evenly split. We were filling the yard and had spread them out. Odelya walked back up, holding hands with both Jessica and Bill. That seems encouraging.

Suddenly Odelya screamed and ran and hugged Dwain.

I sense familiarity.

"How did you get here?" asked Odelya. Dwain pointed at Pari.

"She picked me up," said Dwain.

"You have two lines," said Odelya. "How does that work?"

"He does the low-riders and potential low-riders," said Belen. "I do the others."

"Who closes the deals?" said Odelya. Belen laughed.

I just waited her out.

"Did you know who he was?" asked Odelya.

"I knew his name was Dwain," I said. "He seemed to know what he is doing. Do you know pricing for those? Walk through and see how he did."

We all followed her through. The folks in line were patient. There were still pretty long lines.

"Do you both have others that you trust in these decisions?" I asked.

"I trust my whole crew," said Dwain.

"Me too," said Odelya. Which is when we all watched the mini-bus land again.

And what I found out is Dwain's crew got out. Just as someone walked up with a cart with more scanners and cards. Behind them was Odelya's crew. They explained them as they handed them out. Then the swarm walked off.

They cleared out over a hundred cars in less than an hour. That was all that was left. They bought all but 6.

I pulled up the inventory list on her phone.

"You paid within pennies of what I would have," I said. "You were a little more generous on three of them."

"Two of those were mine," said Dwain. "They were so far underwater, and it wasn't their fault. So I made them whole. Hopefully, that is OK."

"Yes," said Odelya. "The other one was mine. For the same reason."

Now if someone would just explain who Dwain is.

"Hey cuz, this was fun, but Pari said you wanted to discuss something," said Dwain. "Who are these amazing cars for?"

"The ones on the left are for my restoration business," said Odelya. "The ones on the right are for your restoration business. We're partners."

Bob snorted. Why did Bob snort?

"Because I suggested she hire him and create a subsidiary. She made him a partner instead," thought Bob.

"Which you damn well knew she would," I thought.

He looked over and nodded. I have to say, Bob is freaking smooth. Which made him snort.

Although Dwain's reaction got him some props.

"Cool," said Dwain. "We're going to have fun."

"You're not surprised?" I asked. Dwain laughed.

"I was buying cars with you and you own the Dionysus Auto Group. I was picked up in a flying 911 Turbo by Pari, who I know is 11. He's the freaking King and I know this is his house. You were burning money an order of magnitude more than I was, so even if I made a mistake, it would be trivial compared to your making a mistake. You didn't question, at all, the decisions I was making, or even look at them which meant that either you knew who I was, or more likely you knew that my being here meant that I should be here and that makes freaking sense. I know my cousin, Odelya, has the potential to be absolutely the best in the business and I know she trusts me. Put that all together, and those cars are for us," said Dwain. I think in one breath.

"Yep," said Bob.

Ever the conversationalist.

She just might be

Jessica here. I'll tell some of the story.

"Come on," I said. "We need to get to the warehouses." I pointed at the sky. There was a swarm of drones coming.

"This is just normal to you," said Odelya. I took her hand and led her to a car in the middle of all those she purchased.

"It is literally the only world I know. I was born into it," I said. "By sheer luck of coming out of the right birth canal."

"Well," said Odelya. "You've seen a view of that vagina in a way only one other person has."

"That was really weird," I said.

"Yeah, it didn't work at all," said Odelya, laughing.

We walked up to a diamond white 911 Turbo with baseball glove interior. Hey, we like this interior. Odelya stopped short.

"This is my dream car. Down to the options choices," she said. I pointed to the passenger seat.

"So you'd better go through driver's ed so you can fly it," I said.

"Oh I've been through it," she said. "Hell yes. I knew I'd never have another opportunity to fly a freaking car."

I took her hand again and pushed her to the driver's seat. She laughed, in glee, and yes, I said in glee. We got strapped in and she knew exactly what to do and we're winging our way across town. Bill got in the tiny backseat. Good thing we're small.

"God this is fun," she said.

"Well that's good," said Bill. "Given this is your car." Odelya turned to me.

"I think I love you," she said, quietly. To me.

"Ditto," I said. Which, for some reason, caused her to roll through an impressive orgasm. It is a good thing we're above traffic.

"It's my favorite movie," she said. We landed and the garage door rolled up.

"You already automated it?" said Odelya. "Did we really even need to come?"

"No," I said. Just then, Dad's Bronco landed. Dwain is at the wheel and Belen is with him.

Interesting.

The drones flew in the garage door and arranged and lowered all the cars. One side was Odelya's cars and the other side of the ramp going up was Dwain's.

"We barely dent the garage," said Dwain. "We need to keep buying."

No one responded. He was just stating a fact. Odelya was really concentrating on the cars.

"The drones put them in the exact order I would want to restore them," said Odelya. Dwain heard her and looked at the cars on his side.

"Me too," he said.

"They're pretty smart. They talked to each other," said Bill. "Colby designed it for Lance, Marco, and team."

"So Colby talked to other people and told the drones the order?" asked Dwain. Bill laughed.

"No, no," he said. "The drones talked to each other. Comparing the cars. Deciding the order."

"That's cool," said Odelya.

"You're both handling this well," said Belen.

"Why the hell not," said Dwain. "Even if it all evaporates, it was a fun afternoon, and I met some cool people."

"Do you think it is furnished? Clean?" said Odelya, to Dwain. His eyes got big.

"Don't know. Worth a check," said Dwain. He turned to Bill and me.

"There is an apartment on the top of the larger garage. No one has seen it, but it is supposed to be pretty nice," said Dwain.

I pulled out a jewelry box and handed it to Dwain. He opened it up and looked in and then at Odelya's ears.

"Blue Diamonds?" he said. "Seriously?" Dwain is an interesting person.

He put them in and put his old ones carefully in his pocket. He saw I noticed and smiled.

"Our first and only pair," said Dwain. "We bought them together. We paid and then traded so we bought them for each other. Did you keep yours?"

Odelya gave him a big smile and nodded.

"I knew you did," he said, softly.

Dwain led us through the garage door between the two garages. How handy.

"You know that door wasn't there this morning," said Dwain. Odelya shrugged. Bill smirked.

Thanks bro. I can now accurately predict the condition of the apartment. We took the elevator up and the PH button worked.

"I've snuck in here dozens of times," said Odelya. "That button has never worked before."

The doors opened into the apartment. An amazing apartment. A huge apartment. With moving walls. Bill leaned over.

"I did it last year. I've been wondering," he said.

The view was incredible and looked all the way out over the water. Stunning. Odelya and Dwain turned.

"So you have an apartment in our building," said Odelya.

"No," said Bill. "That's silly. The two of you have an apartment in your building."

Oedlia looked over in the corner and laughed and ran over. We caught up to her. There is a glass room, about the size of a five-car garage and on the other side is the door to a really big elevator.

"Our apartment includes a car museum," said Odelya.

"Dad has a nice 917 in his first house," said Bill.

"Of course he does," said Dwain.

"Where are the bedrooms?" asked Dwain. "This whole floor is open."

"Down the stairs," said Bill. "Nine of them, although all the walls open. Each floor is 32,000 square feet."

"Is there a reason we still have clothes on?" said Odelya. I think it was to cover how stunned she is. And she wanted to get naked.

"Nope," said Bill. "And it's a consulate."

Yeah, we all moaned.

"After we get to know each other really well, perhaps you should get to know our crews," said Dwain.

Jessica and I both laughed.

"Your teams are, by now, at Dad's house in Malibu. The entire reason he was here," I said. We had been in the LA house all afternoon. More room. Closer to the cars. Sorry if you had the wrong mental image. But back to the important topic.

The bed pointing right out over the water through the open glass wall is quite nice.

We all jumped right on. Lost a few hours too. Or found a few hours.

That was amazing. Different than I have ever experienced. Are they? Maybe. They're clearly a couple. They know it too. We were finally showered and dressed. To no surprise, the closet room is full of clothes for both of them. Bill took us down a short hall we hadn't seen and up the stairs.

To the outdoor patio. Holy shit. It reminds me of Mom and Dad's place in New York. The view around LA is incredible. Just then two S-88 planes floated down and settled onto the end of the roof. There was room for two more.

"Pretty cool planes," said Dwain. "I assume they are yours, given they're empty?"

"Never assume," said Bill.

"Well if they're not yours," said Odelya. That's about when it hit her. She put her arms on her hips.

Arms akimbo. We couldn't resist. No one in our country would resist. Mom, Dad, Leslie. Name them. They all would have done it.

"Akimbo!" we screamed. I got it out first.

They got to watch us make out for a bit.

Did I mention that we included Dwain? He is an excellent kisser.

And appreciates the word akimbo.

Jacinda and crew

Jacinda, Merritt, and Mireya. What the fuck to do. I finally got the whole story, which is that they lived with their grandmother and she'd passed away. Nothing more than natural causes, but for some reason the county didn't figure out the three of them were alone. So Jacinda increased her hours and became Mom.

And that can't surprise you. Now it is time to figure out the permanent solution. This is Bob and I've got Ruby with me. Ruby is with me because she is a source of income for Jacinda. Ruby is also Ruby, and a good choice for damn near anything. Yeah, you went there, but this time it isn't what I meant.

OK, it is also what I meant. Come on. Ruby. Malibu. Could it get better?

Before we did that, though, we were meeting with Fleur at the house. I had an idea for her too. We just landed on the lawn. We had taken heat for landing in the yard, but had agreed we wouldn't park the plane, or planes, there. Off to a Target, right? Hilariously, to the same Target that started this whole story. OK, maybe it is only hilarious to me. We came down the stairs and Fleur was waiting for us. Damn she's cute. Ruby walked right up and said something I didn't catch to her.

Given then are now passionately kissing and rubbing their breasts together, I can infer the gist of the discussion. I'm not stupid. I just watched.

You would have too. Finally they just vibrated and finally broke the kiss. Fleur held her arms open. I was able to interpret that as a request for a hug. I have not hugged Fleur before.

I think she likes it. I do have skills. Hug skills. Let's just leave it that she vibrated again.

Which made Ruby laugh and come in for a hug. Which I had to break.

A Ruby hug can have an effect on a man. Or a woman. You know.

We did the introductions and Fleur and Ruby clearly became friends. I took us on a little tour of the property before we went inside, and I spotted the solution to the situation with Jacinda and her siblings.

The house next door is for sale. Barely. A simply gorgeous man was pounding in the stake for the sign, dressed in a nice suit. We walked over.

"How much are you asking?" asked Ruby. No, we didn't think to each other. Ruby knew the story. Ruby knew the solution.

"$22 million," said the man. "I'm Rustin, the realtor. Would you like to walk through?"

Of course we would. I am also not sure I needed to be involved. Ruby and Fleur followed him inside. Not being stupid, I followed them. Come on. Two cute little asses.

I do like cute little asses.

The house is spectacular. Similar but different from ours.

We got to the front hall and Ruby turned to Rustin.

"19.5, paid by wire before the end of the day, immediate occupancy, furnished," said Ruby.

"Didn't you come from next door? You want to buy this house too?" said Rustin, clearly confused.

"Next door is his house," said Ruby, pointing to me. "Not my house."

"Not to be rude, but you're pretty young. You can afford this?" asked Rustin. I don't think it helped that I snorted. Ruby and Fleur just stared at me.

Well played.

"Yes, she can," I said. I didn't think I needed to add much more.

"They expected more, but I'll take it to them," he said. He stepped away and pulled out his cellphone and made a call. He came back, clearly surprised.

"You're closer than I expected," said Rustin. "Make it $20 million and it is yours." Before he finished his sentence, his phone buzzed.

"You already wired $20 million," he said. "How?" Ruby didn't answer. She smiled at him. Damn she has good control. We all watched him get hard and throb, right on the edge, but not cum.

Really good control.

Fleur is mesmerized. I don't blame her. He has at least a 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock. A 10-inch (25.5 cm) thick cock.

OK, I'm mesmerized too.

He looked at his phone again, then at Ruby, then at his phone, and finally back to Ruby.

"Ruby," he said, in a throaty voice. Yeah dude, I get it.

"Since you clearly know who I am," said Ruby. "We're going to christen the master bedroom. Join us if you'd like." With that, she dropped her sundress. It made Fleur smile, and she dropped hers. They headed towards the master, holding hands. Not being stupid, I followed them.

Cute little naked asses. Rustin is also not stupid. He followed my lead and by the time we got to the bedroom, we were naked too. Fleur and Ruby were on the bed, side by side. Stroking each other's clits.

"Perform for us," said Ruby. "To your level of comfort, of course."

Rustin dropped to his knees and just engulfed me in his mouth. That is a pleasant turn of events. I pulled out just in time, but he took the brunt of it.

Which he liked. I pushed him onto his back, on the carpet. I scooped up a lot of cum and stroked it onto his cock and sat right down.

After all, he hadn't had his first cum yet. It didn't take long, and I lifted up and this time I took the cum shot. I then led the way and climbed up the bed and laid right down on Fleur.

Leaving Ruby for Rustin. It got a little busy, so I won't narrate everything, but we sent Rustin home all used up.

Then we got in the hot tub. Still naked.

A pleasant outcome, for sure. Rustin's recuperative powers are not equal to mine. I found one more for each of them. After all, cute little asses.

"So Ruby, why did you buy a house next to Bob's?" asked Fleur.

"I don't know," said Ruby.

That clearly confused Fleur.

"She knew she needed to buy the house," I said. "She didn't necessarily know why she needed to buy the house. Let's jump ahead to why I asked you to meet us and it will become clearer. I'd like to hire you to live in my house. Be sort of the host. It will usually be pretty full, with extended family members. You'd be responsible for hiring everyone and managing the place. A chef. Maid services. Lawn care. Laundry service. All the basics. We'd also be filling the garage, so we would need you to drive them. Cars need to be driven. I also have another idea, but we can discuss that when you're settled."

"You want to pay me to live in your beachfront mansion, where members of the extended Dionysus family will come visit," said Fleur. Ruby and I both nodded.

"And I can use what I expect are going to be amazing cars," said Fleur. We nodded again.

"Will it be a consulate?" she asked. Still nodding, Fleur.

"So if my brother and sister came over, we could all legally fuck. All five of us," said Fleur. Well, it was working for us, so we both nodded again.

"Tomorrow," said Ruby. "Bob needs to recover."

"So what is the house next door for?" asked Fleur. I just looked at her and waited her out. Her eyebrows shot up.

"Jacinda," said Fleur, in a deep voice. Can you blame her?

Ruby and I had a good thing going, so we just nodded. Ruby wasn't quite sure why she nodded. That's when Jacinda, Merritt, and Mireya walked in. Mireya laughed and was naked and in the hot tub in a flash.

Jacinda and Merritt were not far behind.

Oh goody.

Today is a good day. I found three more.

"Great to see you, but I'm feeling an ulterior motive," said Mireya. Are you surprised she appears to be in charge? I didn't think so.

"Ruby is looking to hire a caretaker," said Fleur. She walked through almost exactly the same speech she had gotten.

"Live in, of course, for all three of you," said Fleur, wrapping up.

"This house?" said Mireya, a bit in awe.

"Yes and I'm the caretaker of the house next door," said Fleur.

The fact that everyone in the hot tub moaned is encouraging.

"Thanks, but no," said Jacinda. "These are not your schools. I'm not giving that up for any of us."

"That's simple," said Ruby. "Two ways to solve that. You could JetsonCar to San Clemente island for school."

"That's a favorable outcome," said Mireya. Well, yes, it is.

"But what is the other choice?" said Merritt.

Ruby smiled and waited him out.

"Us? You want us to buy the school district?" said Mireya, quickly catching on.

That didn't seem to require a response, particularly when Pari walked in. She smiled and stripped. We all watched.

Ruby and Pari.

I might not survive.

Worth it.

Now Lexie

The blender had consequences. It really did. A whole hell of a lot of shit has happened because I got in line to return a blender. This is Bob. I'm not complaining. It is how our world works. If we're here, we're supposed to be here. So let me catch you up. Remember the dude in the Target parking lot? After we went inside, he apparently went off on the security people. The cops were called. He was hauled off.

Shit. No, I don't give a rat's ass about the dude. I care about his daughter. Don't head down the obvious path. Just don't. If there is nothing else in our world, it is that we value kids and no, that is not a conflict.

So I stuck my nose in. Remember, we have over 12,000 kids on an island right off LA. Over 30,000 in the community now. I got this. I reached out to the obvious person. At least to me. No, make that people.

Rylee, who represented the kingdom in the lawsuit, and her attorney.

Nylah.

We had an appointment with the case worker in just a few minutes. We just drove into the parking lot. Yeah, no floating from the sky when it is something this important. Fleur came along. I am not sure why, but it seemed important.

We walked in and met the case worker, who is with Lexie. Lexie immediately recognized me and smiled. Or smirked. Somewhere in between.

We did the introductions, and the case worker was a little overwhelmed.

"Perhaps I could jump in," said Nylah. "I am an attorney and guardian ad litem. I've taken the case to represent Lexie."

Lexie and the case worker just stared. That's when Lexie's eyes shot up.

"Holy shit," said Lexie. "You're King Bob and Princess Nylah."

That's when the case worker caught on too.

"Yes," said Nylah "We have a proposal, which I support. Fleur is open to going through foster care training. She is the caretaker of one of King Bob's homes in Malibu. Lexie would be awarded Dionysus citizenship and could move in with Fleur."

"A beach house in Malibu," said Lexie, to no one in particular. We all nodded. She turned to Fleur.

"And I'd live with you," said Lexie. "And become a Dionysus citizen. Would I be declared a legal adult?" We'd discussed this and knew that Lexie is 11. Nylah had made the decision. After all, she's the guardian ad litem.

"Yes, in simple terms," said Nylah. Nylah handed her a passport. Hey, we're a prepared country and no, I had nothing to do with it.

The case worker smiled.

"Well, given you're legally an adult, I guess I can close the case," she said. She smiled and left.

She left.

"You knew that would happen," said Lexie, to Nylah.

"Not necessarily but it was a likely outcome. She wanted you to be safe and well and to close her case. Making you an adult solved it all for her," said Nylah.

"But now I can't move in with you," said Lexie.

"Of course you can," said Fleur. Damn those are sparks.

Sparks are good.

Nylah and I dropped them off. It felt like they needed to figure it all out together.

I'm glad it worked out.

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