6 September 2021

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Time for a constitution

Blake, here.

Orphan, Military, Caretaker, Attorney General.

Just a typical career path. Right?

I, like darn near everyone I know, am so far beyond normal into the outrageous that it is just our normal. This post is a good example. We were playing our Friday night basketball games. It had grown and with everyone's schedule it was a rotating group that played. I'm pretty reliable and so is Alison. The game itself was unimportant.

Tonight I happened to be playing small forward and Bob is our point guard. We can all joke about Bob's role, but I think he could make the NBA. He is brutally strong, and his defense is tight. What surprised me in our last game was the play where he had an open lane and he drove hard and did a two-handed reverse dunk. Competitors or not, play stopped to talk about it.

Some thought he was cheating. After all, almost all of the players can fly. Flying isn't allowed in our league on the honor system. We actually had to have a rule about the players flying.

Hence the disbelief. He laughed about it and promised it was just athletic effort. Given his condition it was believable.

So we found ourselves in a dunk off. Tim vs. Bob. Style counted.

It seems that they both had dunks planned.

Let me tell you Tim did some amazing dunks. He really did.

But Bob won. He won with the dunk where he jumped over Tim to dunk.

It was amazing.

Tonight Bob startled me more. He made a casual comment that I should take a first stab at a constitution.

Me. I must have looked shocked because Bob laughed.

"You might want to talk to Nylah too. She has some ideas," said Bob. "Give a kid her law degree and she gets ideas." Same face. Same laugh from Bob.

"Nylah graduated law school?" I asked. I've been way too out of touch.

"Sure," said Bob. "Jessica finished her doctorate in IB. Bill is doctor and at Harvard. Colby finished his doctorate in CompSci and works for Rylee now."

"What about Luke and Cassie?" I asked.

"Luke finished his doctorate in International Diplomacy," said Bob. "Chris just appointed him as our UN ambassador."

"And Cassie?" I asked.

"The baby slowed her down. She only has her master's but starts medical school in New York soon. The UN and all."

Sure. All of those things made sense. After all Luke is 9 and Cassie is 13. Cassie starting medical school is being slowed down.

On some far away world. Nope. Our world. Then again, we have far away worlds too. Wait, does my constitution have to apply to all the worlds? I asked Bob and he just nodded.

"Cassie wanted to go to Columbia but the convenience of NYU won out. They found a nice townhome just a block from the medical school and were able to buy the home next door for their nannies," said Bob. "Oh, and she met her long lost sister."

Sure the nannies. Got it. Wait, sister?

"Did you say sister?" I said. Bob laughed.

"Yeah, crazy isn't it?" said Bob. "Ask her the story. I did suggest she write it for the journal."

Says the man who adopted 7 children.

Buying the townhouse

Cassie here. I think the rest of the story is a tangent. I have to tell the hilarious story of buying the townhouse. We could have moved into Chris' place near the UN, but Luke insisted we need to be close to my school. He is so sweet, but he had a point. Med school is tough. I admit going back to New York freaked me out at first, but I'll work through it. Luke is a perfect fit for UN ambassador and there is no way I was going to stand in his way. Luke understood completely and insisted that I needed to continue counseling. I didn't argue. I agreed! Oh, and a new house would save me four blocks. Luke loves me.

So we decided to look for a place. I really got into it and found several places nearby. Nothing was big by our standards, but we were good with that. Just the two of us and little Lindy, our daughter. Damn, she's cute. I know, all parents think that, but still. Have you seen Luke?

Now, we would need help and when I found side-by-side brownstones less than a block from campus I was excited. We flew over to New York and landed at the back of a parking lot on campus. The back of the lot was actually the closest spot to the houses. It was amazing what a huge donation would do to get us a plane spot. I'll come back to that donation later. At least it was an S-88, so smaller. It is a beautiful summer day, so I put Lindy in a carrier and Luke carried the diaper bag. Lindy loves the carrier. I wear her on the front facing me, which is correct, and she snuggles right in. Then again, Luke loves snuggling into the same spot. Oh God. I'm trying him in the carrier tonight.

We walked down the road holding hands. Just a typical married couple out for a walk with their baby right? Except for that whole 9 and 13 thing.

Maybe not so typical. The realtor was going to meet us in front. All he knew was that Luke worked at the UN and I was starting med school. I admit I didn't even think about the fact that we didn't look anything at all like that. I was so used to Dionysus where we are normal.

Not in New York. Yet.

We walked up to the address and there was a dude standing there dressed in a suit and checking his watch. I admit I am a lot like Amy, and we walked up and just stood beside him. He smiled at us, which was nice but kept looking for his customers. We are never offended. We get it. We weren't there 30 seconds before he turned to us again.

"Are you Cassie and Luke?" said Mark. We knew he was Mark.

"Yes," I said. "I'm Cassie." I stuck out my hand and he shook it.

"Luke," said Luke, also getting a handshake.

Mark laughed.

"Sorry for the confusion," he said. "You hadn't mentioned a baby. The light bulb went on though because of the baby."

"We could have been babysitters or siblings," said Luke. Mark laughed again

"I have a son almost exactly that age," said Mark. "I know the look of a married couple although I suspect you have more help than we do. My wife is pretty frazzled. Here, let's go in."

"Before we do," I said. "It is almost lunch. Why don't you have your wife join us with your baby and we will treat for lunch. Be sure to tell her that if she is wearing anything fancier than sweats then you won't make the sale."

He laughed. He has a nice laugh.

"No way she would come," said Mark. "She knows the houses I'm showing you. The house on the corner is her dream home."

"What does your wife do?" asked Luke.

"She was a nurse at the NYU Medical center, but we are trying to make a go at a stay-at-home mom," said Mark. "I'm not sure it is going to work though. We can only afford a tiny place and the commute is killing me. She really wants to go to medical school but that really won't happen."

Luke squeezed my hand. I knew exactly where he was going with it and I hadn't read him. We are like that. Right?

"Dial her number and give me the phone. What is her name and what is the baby's name?" I said.

"She is Mindy, and the baby is Lucas. Lucas is two months old," said Mark. It took a minute, but we realized they shared their birthday. That felt like an omen. Mark was a follower, though, and handed me his phone, already ringing.

"What?" answered Mindy. "You woke up the baby." Damn she is frazzled.

"I'm sorry we did," I said. "My name is Cassie. I'm one of Mark's clients. My husband and I are here at the townhouse Mark says you love. We have our baby with us too. We were hoping you'd join us with Lucas for lunch. Our treat."

"I couldn't do that," she said. "I'm a mess."

"Listen. Our babies were born the same day and my husband Luke and I have an idea that could be good for us all. We don't care if you come in pajamas stained with spit up. We really don't," I said. "I do know you need to get out of your apartment. How far away are you?"

"Too far," she said with clear frustration. "We had to move to Jersey to afford anything."

"OK, my husband will be there in fifteen minutes to pick you both up," I said. "Throw on some comfy sweats and come. You don't even need a baby bag. We have plenty of supplies. Trust me."

"OK," said Mindy. "I'm game. If I don't get out of here I'm going to scream, and you can only sit on a park bench with a baby for so long. Adults would be welcome."

OK that last part was going to confuse her.

"How long do you need?" I asked.

"Fifteen minutes is fine. Clean sweats and brush my hair and teeth," said Mindy.

"He won't be able to park so just meet him outside in 15," I said. "He will be easy to spot."

Well he will. I sent the address to the plane and fetched it. No point in Luke walking back. I was explaining to Mark that she had agreed when the plane floated down. It stayed above traffic and the door opened. Luke ran up the stairs into the plane. At least the stairs weren't invisible. That freaked people out. Then again, it's not like we needed stairs. He lifted up and off, leaving me with Mark, who was staring up in the air with his mouth open. I reached over and touched his chin and closed his mouth and laughed.

"Get used to it," I said. We decided to wait and just chatted. He was pretty new to real estate which made being the sole wage earner even more of a long shot.

Not long after, our plane drifted down and out came Mindy, wearing Lucas in exactly the same carrier. Down to the same print.

Mindy is also stunningly gorgeous. She took one look at me and gasped. I assumed she recognized me, and she did, but not for the reasons I assumed. The funny thing is we really looked alike. She was me in ten or fifteen years.

"Holy shit," said Mindy. Mark just stared at her.

"I've never heard you cuss. Ever," said Mark.

"Mark," said Mindy. "Meet my sister, Cassie."

Luke, Mark, and I got "what" out together. Mark quickly yelled "jinx" and smiled at us both.

Interesting.

Then he leaned in for the kiss. To Luke. He turned Luke a bit so it wouldn't be so obvious but damn that was a kiss. Oh good. My turn. In case you're wondering, it was only a kiss. After all, we're on the street.

I am going to fuck him. If he kisses that well, just damn. Assuming my sister was OK with it. My sister!

Very interesting.

"I've been searching for you for over five years," said Mindy. "I came home from college and you were gone. Just gone. Mom wouldn't tell me anything. Nothing. Then she overdosed and I lost everything."

My mom died. Good riddance.

"You didn't know she died, did you?" said Mindy.

"No, but I didn't know I had a sister either," I said.

"You were two when I left for college. I lost track of you for almost three years. Mom kept moving. I finally found her but not you," said Mindy.

I was just in shock.

"I know it is unbelievable," she said. "Just read me. You'll see."

This time both Mark and Luke's jaws dropped.

"Mindy!" said Mark.

"No, it's OK," said Mindy. "It is."

So I read her. I saw my mom before she was a drug addicted loser. She was beautiful.

"Our mom was beautiful back then," I said, softly.

"Yes she was," said Mindy. "That's the mom I had when I left for college. It is a sad story. She got hurt in an accident and got addicted to the painkillers. I didn't know until it was too late. I was gone. But I lost you. That made me even more sad. I don't know your story but see how much the two of you love each other and I am happy for you. The space plane was a nice touch, too. I suspect you hate our mom, but she was a great mom until then. Drugs took her from us."

Well that sucks.

"This is exciting and good and that's how we are going to treat it," said Luke. "Let's look at both houses and then we can have lunch and talk about our idea."

"There are actually three in a row to show you," said Mark. "The third isn't on the market yet but there is interest in doing so. They've said if I brought a buyer they would listen. They'll be home but are quite gracious. They're an older couple that wants to retire. It is much larger though."

The first house was on the corner. It was simply beautiful. It has 4 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms and was about 6,000 square feet. The second home was equally as beautiful but a little smaller. It is a 4/4 and about 5,000 square feet. Still big for New York, of course.

The third house was a revelation. It had been in their family for generations, but they were the last in the line. It would need a refresh but less than you'd think. The couple had lived in it for 55 years. Wow. In fact, I had to ask.

"It feels like you've done a pretty major refresh recently. It's truly beautiful," I said. They beamed at each other. I love that they were holding hands.

"We can't exactly explain that" said the woman. "About six months back, someone knocked on the door. She said it would sound unbelievable, but we had won a house makeover. We figured worst case we'd have to pay for a renovation we needed. She was such an amazing young woman and brought in another young woman to do the designs. They had it done pretty quickly too."

"Can you describe them? Or do you remember their names?" I asked. I had to try so hard not to laugh, because the older gentleman got visibly hard. His wife noticed and laughed and gave his cock a nice squeeze.

"You liked Ruby and Diane, didn't you?" she said, giving him a couple more strokes. He just smiled.

This is where I'm supposed to register surprise. Nah. Not anymore. Makes complete sense to me and if I asked Ruby she'd say the same thing she always does. She doesn't know why she did it, she just knew it needed to be done.

I'm pretty sure the old guy just came in his pants. His wife never stopped stroking him.

Back to the house. That was a weird-ass tangent there. This house was much bigger too. It is a 10/12 with 13,000 square feet.

I had the nicest time chatting with the couple and yes, wet spot. He wasn't trying to hide it at all. I think he was a little proud of it. I told the rest of our group to wander. I knew what we were doing.

"I love your home. We would like to make it our home and make a fair offer," I said.

The husband, Mendel, laughed and then the wife, Chana, did.

"You know who we are, don't you?" I asked.

"Of course," said Chana.

"Before we go on, where is your dream retirement location?" I asked.

"Amyville," the said together. Chana got jinx out first and Mendel paid off. Wow. I hope I kiss that well in 55 years. The groping alone was impressive. Right in front of me too.

Lindy didn't care.

"What price were you considering?" I asked.

"We have had three appraisals," said Mendel. "They're all close." He named a figure.

"You're underpricing it," I said. "Here is what I suggest we do. My offer is double that, in cash. We will also cover all moving expenses and I'll personally help you choose your home in Amyville."

"You can do that? Will we be able to afford anything?" said Chana. She was in charge.

"There is no cost for housing for invited immigrants. The fact that you're brother and sister won't need to be a secret either," I said.

"That would be nice," said Chana and Mendel smiled.

"How did you know?" asked Mendel.

"It is pretty common in our world so pretty easy to see," I said.

"Bullshit," said Chana. "You read us." What is up with these people?

"I promise you I didn't," I said and they both laughed.

"But you could," said Chana.

"You already know the answer. You read me," I said.

"You're strong if you could tell," said Chana.

"You have no idea," I thought, to her. She laughed.

"Nicely done," said Chana, who then floated about a foot off the ground. That started a spirited conversation about when they became intimate. It didn't surprise them at all. They'd already made the connection.

They were 4 years old.

I'll let them tell the story of their move.

Just then the group came back.

"We agreed on a price," I said.

"So this is the one you want?" said Mark.

"No," said Luke which confused them all, especially Chana and Mendel.

"Sorry, that was confusing. We want them all," said Luke. "Cassie, Mindy and Mark like the one on the corner. OK with you?"

"Yes," I said. "I like this one. We can convert the middle one into a guest house and playrooms for the kids."

"What are you talking about?" asked Mindy.

"They just bought you a house," said Chana. "A nice one, too."

"Well I had to for my med school study buddy," I said. "Especially since she is my sister."

"Well sure," said Mindy. "Wait, what?"

"Let's go to lunch," I said. I invited our new senior friends, but they declined. I'm pretty sure they were going to go fuck. I promised we would be back and would take them to go house hunting. I like them. We did get a lunch suggestion for the El Parador Cafe. Mendel said it had been there longer than they had. It felt like a good sign.

The food was freaking amazing. I'm pretty sure Luke bought the restaurant, too. He disappeared for a bit. Do you realize that in our world, what might have just been a longer trip to the bathroom is assumed to be buying a restaurant?

OK, I was right, but still.

"I want to talk about our family, but can we put that to the side for a bit?" I said.

"Maybe we could start with medical school?" said Mindy. "How can you be going to medical school and how could I go? I haven't even taken the MCAT."

Luke started laughing. Not fair, dude.

"I have an in with the President of the Medical School," said Luke. Sure, dude. Sure. He smiled at me, but I just smiled back, and he laughed again.

"OK, I dug the hole," said Luke. "My story." Just then a TV on the wall flashed up Breaking news. We all turned when Cassie's picture showed up.

The chyron read Dionysus Princess buys New York University. School to be renamed Dionysus NYU.

"You bought the entire school?" said Luke.

"They wouldn't sell just the medical school," I said. "Pari helped me." I guess donation might have been misleading earlier.

"You personally own NYU," said Mindy.

"It is a little more complicated than that. The country owns it. I bought it so I am responsible for it," I said.

"Are you the president of the med school or the university?" asked Mark.

"Both," I said. "But I don't want to run the whole thing. I'll hire someone or keep the current guy on as President of the university. Maybe. He was kind of a prick. I'll keep the med school for now since I'm in it. The facilities suck."

"Suck?" said Mindy. "I was a nurse there. The facilities are world-class." I just shook my head.

"They're fine but not world-class. We will invest a few billion and improve it," I said.

"Did you say billion?" said Mark. Luke laughed.

"Dude, I was an orphan not that long ago. You'll get used to it. Mindy is Cassie's sister. Cassie is a Princess. Therefore you are part of the royal family," said Luke. "Your life won't quite be the same. So what would your dream job be, Mark?"

"Dad," he said. "We struggled with it but in a perfect world I would be the stay at home parent."

"Perfect," I said. "But you'll have to watch two kids. Are you cool with that?"

"Are you kidding?" said Mark. "In a heartbeat."

"Good," said Luke. "Because you and I have baby duty this afternoon so Cassie can get Mindy enrolled in medical school." Mindy laughed and we all looked at her.

"If only it was that easy," said Mindy.

"I promise, you'll get used to it," said Luke. "Listen, we are staying at our sister's place just up the street. Why don't you stay with us until the houses get redone?"

"You people are weird," said Mindy.

"Says the woman that knew I could read her," I said. "I'll tell my story one of these days, but this family saved my life. Literally. Come on. The men have the kids. Luke, who is coming?"

"Diane and Cepos," said Luke.

Perfect. My confidence in Diane knowing where she was going was high. Remember? She knew the house well. She had also done an amazing job and all to my taste.

"OK. We are off," I said. I lifted Lindy out of her carrier and Luke unwrapped it. He put it on, and I put Lindy back in. She snuggled right up. She loves us both. When we were done I realized Mark and Mindy had done the same swap.

"You named your baby Lindy. How come?" said Mindy.

"I don't know," I said. "Or maybe I do now, Mindy." We all laughed but I'll bet that was it.

I do laugh. Mindy is 16 years older than me.

Which means she is only 29 years old.

We left the men behind and walked towards the medical school.

"I don't understand any of this," said Mindy. "How did you end up in Dionysus, married to a prince, and buying NYU?" I admit I laughed.

"Well I was in Dionysus first. Luke came later," I said. "We have plenty of time to share. Let's get you enrolled first."

"About that. There is no way," said Mindy.

"Can you do it?" I asked.

"Hell, yes," said Mindy with determination and fire. I like that.

"Then you're accepted," I said. "I can do that. Especially for my study buddy." We were walking up the steps when I said it. We headed in. The receptionist gave me a quick hug as we headed towards the admissions office. Everyone we passed smiled. Some gave me a fist bump. Others went for the hug.

"How do you know all these people?" asked Mindy.

"Don't know any of them," I said. "We just all like hugs. It is kind of our thing."

"That and more," muttered Mindy.

I stopped and pulled her to the side.

"Are you and Mark OK with that?" I said. "It is kind of integral to our culture." Mindy laughed.

"I guarantee Mark has wanted to fuck you both since he met you," said Mindy. "I admit, I love the idea, too."

"You want your husband to fuck your 13-year-old sister and her 9-year-old husband," I said, in a shocked tone. She laughed again.

"You would have done it on the street if you could have," she said. This time I laughed.

"OK, you have me there," I said. "Later. Oh God yes. We have two friends coming to help us with decorating. Diane and Cepos. Brother and sister. 14 and 15. You'll both like them," I said. She moaned. Moans are good.

"Why did you say Diane first if Cepos is older?" asked Mindy.

"Because Diane is Cepos' boss," I said.

"Of course she is," said Mindy. "And what is her role?"

"A little bit of everything. She's an architect, interior designer, and visionary," I said. "She designed and managed the project to buildout the islands off South Carolina. Oh, we should go for the weekend. It's gorgeous."

"Sure, just bop down for the weekend, while we're trying to survive medical school," said Mindy.

"Well, we can study on a nice beach as easily as a library carrel," I said. That got me a smile. "Anyway, you won't have to study that much."

"What?" said Mindy. "That's nuts. Medical school is a bitch." I told her I'd explain and show her later. It wouldn't be that hard. There's a reason we move fast. I can't believe no one ever explained it.

We walked into admissions and everyone stopped and stared. Well sure. I went up the receptionist.

"Hi," I said. "I'm Cassie. I need to get my sister Mindy enrolled in school to start with me next week."

"I'm not sure what you mean," said the young woman. "Applications closed over eight months ago." I smiled at her.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

"Cool," I said. "Now you understand that it is possible," I said. She held up a finger and made a phone call. Moments later the med school president stormed in.

"I don't know who you think you are, but this isn't going to happen," he said, almost spitting. I turned to the receptionist.

"Does he have a number 2?" I asked. She just nodded. "Good. Call them down." She picked up the phone and the dude grabbed it out of her hand and slammed it down. She shrunk back in what was clearly fear. Ah shit. First day. I turned back to him.

"You're fired," I said. I feared this was going to get ugly, so I had already brought in reinforcements from our base off South Carolina. Funny, South Carolina twice. I hit a button on my watch, and they walked in and stood behind him. He didn't know but the receptionist did.

"You can't do that," he said. "I don't care who you are." Then he spit. I wish he hadn't spit. You really shouldn't spit.

He found himself on the floor, in zip cuffs.

"Should I take him up?" said the officer.

"No," I said. "Let him up." He picked up him up and stood him in front of me.

"I can and I did," I said. "And spitting on member of the royal family is a felony. When he asked me if he should take you up, he meant prison. In space. As a member of the royal family, I decide the sentence. Six months. Life. My choice. But I'm going to have him let you go and you're going to leave. We will send you your stuff."

He got led out of the room.

I turned back to a smiling receptionist. Actually everyone in the room was smiling.

She started asking Mindy her information and ten minutes later she was enrolled. We went to the bookstore and got her books and all her needed clothing.

For now. We would have nicer clothes made for her. Timmy, you know. I might just upgrade everyone. The stuff in the store was scratchy. I hate scratchy.

I asked Luke where he was, and he replied he was at Chris' apartment with Mark. Yeah, we can think that far. The distance seems immaterial. We walked that direction chatting.

"So where are we going now?" asked Mindy. I explained it was Chris' apartment when she was the UN ambassador, but Luke thought it was too far from school. He said he'd rather walk than make me.

"So Luke is working too? At his age?" said Mindy. This does take some getting used to.

"He's our new UN ambassador," I said. "Listen, this is going to be confusing as fuck," I said. "It was for me. Luke handled it better than I did. You went from a crappy apartment in Jersey to having access to unlimited money. You're my sister. That matters. To everyone. If you liked the restaurant today, you could have bought it, except I think Luke already did."

"Luke bought the restaurant?" said Mindy.

"Well, I'm not sure yet, but he was gone for a while. Maybe he just needed to poop," I said. OK, poop made us both laugh. We have babies, sue us. We got to the complex with Chris' apartment and rode up. Chris had bought the top two floors and combined them. It's pretty nice. It's like a little version of the really big apartment by Central Park. By little, I mean about 25,000 square feet. We walked out of the elevator and the men and babies were out on the patio. The babies were lying under a play mat and playing footsie. They were cute together. I think we mentioned that they had named their son Lucas. They admitted they didn't know why, but both of them had chosen it independently. A boy and a girl, born on the same day. Their baby named Lucas, and our baby named Lindy.

Get out of their way in a few years. I predict they marry.

"You passed up this?" she said. "Holy shit." I am so immune to all this that I hadn't really thought of that.

"I think we'll do OK," I said. "It's not like we couldn't sleep here when we want. There's always fun people here." Just as I said that some people walked up from the floor with the bedrooms.

Chris, Noah, Leslie, Hunter, Hallie, Morgan and Sophia.

This was going to be a night to remember. It turned out we had already missed a bit too. I hadn't even connected that all of them were naked and so were Luke and Mark. It's just so, well, normal.

"You couldn't even wait for me!" said Mindy.

"Nope," said Mark. "You wouldn't have either."

"You've got me there," said Mindy. I started undressing, which startled Mindy, but then she did too. We did the introductions as she stripped. For Chris and Noah, fully dressed. For Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie, topless.

Morgan and Sophia got their introductions when she was naked.

Hot damn she's sexy.

"God I hope I look as good as you do, sis," I said, in awe.

That resulted in lots of screaming.

"You failed to mention that?" I said, to Luke and Mark. They both grinned sheepishly and shrugged.

"We were busy," said Luke.

"Then we have catching up to do," I said, walking over and pushed Mark back on a lounge. I climbed right on board. He was good at it too, but it didn't hurt that Chris was licking me everywhere and Noah offered his cock to Mark.

"Dear," said Mindy, all sweet. "You've being licked by the retired President of the United States." Chris looked up.

"Not for the first time," said Chris. OK, we all laughed. Luke was over pounding Hallie, in the middle of a train with Orlando. Everyone else was just fucking up a storm. Hunter was fucking Mindy, hard, and Leslie was underneath. That's a powerful experience.

"Your. family. is. fun," said Mindy, gasping it out.

"Our family," I said, just as I started one hell of an orgasm.

Is it a tangent if it has a title?

I think that is a legitimate question. Oh, this is Luke. Tangent or not, Cassie asked me to tell the story, so I am going to tell the story. When Cassie says...

Oh, it's no different than Mom and Dad. We fight over which one gets the folded over potato chip. Tell me you don't think those taste and crunch better. When we find one in the bag, and we don't eat many chips, we insist that the other eat it.

The last one got broken in the struggle, which led to us laughing, which led to Lindy.

Well, it did.

So why do I own a restaurant? It's a bit of a story and embarrassing to me. Then again, I am a little ahead of the others in my play today. I'll come back to that, too.

But it was good.

It all started because I had to pee. Just pee. I was walking down the hall to the bathrooms and you walk past a large open door to the kitchen. I warn you. It's a horrible story, but I hope with a modestly better ending. There was a young woman, in a waitress uniform, standing next to a woman in a chair, who appeared to be the chef. My guess was mother and daughter. The daughter looked lost and didn't know how to console her mom, who was just sobbing and crying.

I am me, so I couldn't just walk on. The Bob code wouldn't allow that. No, there isn't a Bob code. Well, maybe there is. It just isn't defined because it doesn't need to be. I was willing to risk intruding in hopes that I could help.

I walked right in, grabbing a box of tissues that I passed. I offered one to the mom, who took considerable time to blow her nose. I knew she was buying time, but she, well, needed the tissue. The daughter was crying a bit and I offered her a tissue too.

"My name is Luke, and one way or another, I am here to help," I said. "May I ask your names?"

"I'm Anna Maria," said the girl. "This is my mom, Octavia. I appreciate your concern, but you're a kid. This is not something where you can help." She gave me a wan smile.

"I believe I likely can. Perhaps if I reintroduced myself. I am Prince Luke of Dionysus. I am the new UN ambassador, and live right around the corner," I said. "It is in my best interest to help you solve your problem, because I absolutely refuse to lose access to your incredible food. I just won't. So this isn't about helping you. It's about helping me." I put my arms on my hips and stamped my foot, just like a petulant child might do. It accomplished exactly its goal.

They both laughed. Not much, and not long, but they both smiled.

"OK, we have now established that the goal is to more frequently see those incredible smiles," I said, hitting them with one of mine. Yeah, not Ruby, but I've got a nice smile.

Then the daughter moaned. Just a tiny little bit.

Let's hope that was a good moan. I pulled over two chairs and Anna Maria and I sat down. She told the story.

"My dad died last week. Unexpectedly. He was in great shape and always jogged and he went out for a jog and never came home. The police called. He'd been shot. They said he had jogged by a man trying to rape a woman. He'd stopped it and saved her life but got shot in the process. He didn't make it to the hospital," said Anna Maria.

Well holy mother of god.

"But that's not what I am crying about," said Octavio, with a firm voice. "The bank just called our mortgage. We're losing the restaurant too. Developers have wanted our property for years. Somehow, they have the bank on their side." I asked and she named what I knew to be a predatory boutique private bank. It sadly made sense. They bought the loan and are squeezing someone out. The fact that I knew that is odd, but not that surprising.

I freaking called Jason. Who does that? I explained everything and he told me he would work it out as quickly as possible. The entire story was that Octavio and her husband Josef had saved for years for her lifetime goal.

To go to medical school. She was in Cassie's class, but now she couldn't go. She had to give it all up and run the restaurant if they could save the restaurant.

Just then I got a text.

Done. Had to buy the bank. NP

No problem. Just bought a bank for ya. Shit, I think I run a bank now. OK, let's put that aside.

"OK, the mortgage problem is solved," I said. "No worries there. So let's look at the next issue. What keeps you from going to school?"

"Here!" said Octavio.

"Do you have a manager you trust?" I asked and they both said that the dad had done that. I got that. I looked at Anna Maria for a bit.

"Did you grow up in the business?" I asked. She smiled and said she did.

"Put every objection aside," I said. "If you were in a school that would work around your schedule, could you run it?"

"Yes, but," said Anna Maria. I held up my hand.

"I said put everything else aside. Schoolwork, your age, your fears, all of that," I said. "Could you do it? As important, do you want to do it?"

She straightened her shoulders, which had the added benefit of thrusting a pair of really nice B cup breasts out a bit. Hey, I'm male. I notice. She noticed that I noticed too.

My shorts were loose and had tented out.

"Yes," she said. I looked at Octavia and she smiled and nodded.

"OK, then let's do this. Octavia, we need to get you introduced to my wife, Cassie, and her sister, Mindy. They both start med school next week, too," I said.

"Your wife is going to medical school," said Anna Maria. She looked straight at my cock. "Looks like I'm not going to get a taste of that." She actually licked her lips and laughed.

"Oh, Cassie wouldn't mind," I said, licking my lips with hearty exaggeration.

It broke us all up, which is nice. Laughs are good.

"Great, we have a manager, but no restaurant," said Octavia. Just then a young man strode in. My courier. He handed me an envelope and headed right back out. I opened it and confirmed it was what I expected. There were two forms.

The first was the deed to the restaurant in both their names.

The second was the restaurant and apartment upstairs designation as a Dionysus Consulate. I showed them both and somehow got really big hugs from them both. Octavio pointed down the hall and turned to Anna Maria.

"My office," she said. Anna Maria laughed and grabbed my hand and pulled me into an office. Before I could close the door, she was naked and bent over the end of a couch.

Then she wiggled. She wiggled! Come on.

You expected me to slide right in, didn't you? Nope. I made her sit down and have the can but don't have to talk. While I am confident she heard and understood it, she was undressing me while I talked. She is a stunningly beautiful young woman. The aforementioned B cups. A killer body.

Oral skills. I think she got tired of the conversation, because she pushed me back onto the carpet and sat on my legs.

"May I?" she said. I nodded yes.

Damn. Just damn. A squirter. A big squirter.

I'll arrange for new carpet.

I have no idea what happened to Blake's story about a constitution. Someone will come back to it.

Finally we know why

Ruby brought me in to refurbish that amazing house here in New York. She didn't know why. I didn't know why. It didn't matter. Ruby said do it and when Ruby says do it, the reason will eventually be clear.

And now it is. Except the scope has expanded. Now they own three houses and want it to really be one house. We would maintain the integrity of each house, so we could undo what we did.

At least for now.

It should work well because they have extra rooms. You know they'll be in the app. Come on. Heck, Cepos and I will be back. We've met the new extended family now. We've met them.

And Cassie found her sister. Amazing.

Off to Amyville

We're headed off with Mendel and Chana. Luke again. I'll leave that for them to tell. Our lives are wonderful, complicated, and incredible.

Says the 9-year-old from Nebraska.

I fear for my life

This might be a little out of order. Sorry about that. This is Greta. Yes, yes, that Greta. I fear for my life. Every single day. The threats are so specific and so disgusting. I worry about it. I haven't told anyone, but I do.

15.

A text from Bob.

I am so surprised.

Yeah, you're not either.

Fifteen minutes later, he landed on top of the building. I'm in Paris. I had meetings today. Emma's at home. I admit I feel safer when we're together. I think it is the tits. She feels stronger. It's the tits.

OK, her tits mesmerize me.

I was waiting on the roof when he landed. The door opened and he wasn't alone. Now, the fact that I was naked might have been an issue, but Bob had brought Pari.

Pari didn't have clothes on either. Then again, neither did Bob. It is a little weird that we all fly around naked, but kind of freeing. He's hard too, which could be for me or could be for Pari.

"Can't it be for both of you?" he asked.

"No," I said, sternly. "You have to choose."

Bob almost took a step back. His eyes went back and forth between me and Pari. Back and forth. I managed to hold it, but Pari didn't. She laughed.

Bob finally let out his breath.

"That was mean," he said, with a smile.

"And hilarious," said Pari, with a bigger smile. Oh God. Pari's smile.

Sorry about the puddle. OK, not sorry.

Pari walked up and I thought she was coming in for a hug, but she freaking took a swing at me. A big, roundhouse swing. Right at my face. I instinctively stuck my hand in front of hers, even though I knew that just meant I would hit myself with my knuckles when her fist drove my hand into my face.

Except I didn't. I caught her hand and stopped it. It didn't even feel like any effort. Pari pulled back her hand and rubbed it.

"We're done," she said, smiling at me.

"What the fuck just happened?" I said. Yes, I've learned some delicious English phrases, although I said it in Swedish. Bob and Pari are both fluent.

"Take a swing at me," said Pari. "But not too hard, or you could break your knuckles."

I don't know why, but I did. She didn't even hold up her hand. I just bounced off her face.

"You're very powerful," said Bob. "We had to see how powerful. You're safe. It is virtually impossible for someone to hurt you."

"They could shoot me," I said.

Bob and Pari both just shook their heads.

"Wouldn't hurt you," said Pari.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" I said. "A bullet."

Pari grabbed my hand and started running across the roof. Before I could even react, she literally jumped off the building, pulling me off by my hand.

And we didn't fall. We fucking flew. Literally. She made sure I was OK, then she let go of my hand. I am fucking flying, like Superman.

I. can. fly.

Holy shit. Things were getting blurrier and blurrier, and we flew through this weird circular cloud.

"What was that?" I thought to Pari. A handy time to be able to do that.

"That happens sometimes when you break the sound barrier," she thought back. Suddenly I was falling. Just tumbling. Pari quickly caught me and hugged me.

And we are freaking floating in place. Hundreds of meters above the ground. Just floating.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have startled you. Are you OK now?" I concentrated a little and then realized I was. She let go of me and we were both floating there.

When Bob flew up to check on us. Not in his plane.

Bob. flew. up.

Well, I feel a little better now. We flew back to the patio. Yes, I just typed those words.

"What. How. Why. When," I said.

"You forgot who," said Pari. Huh? Then Bob laughed.

Oh.

"Can I do other things?" I asked.

"Hold out your hand," said Pari. "Like this." She held out her hand, palm up.

"Now imagine that book on the table in your hand," she said. Weird, but OK.

Then the book floated over and landed on my hand.

"Well sure," I said. "Telekinesis. So, to recap. We can read minds. Fly. Are invulnerable. And telekinesis."

"You can also make people cum with your mind," said Pari.

"Oh come on," I said.

"Do I have permission to show you?" asked Pari, but before I could answer, I freaking exploded. Knees buckled level of orgasm, but Bob caught me.

"Sorry," he said. "But you've given me blanket permission."

"Wow. That's a nice one. Can I do it?" I asked.

"Wait," he said, pulling out his phone. He started a video call and Emma popped up.

"Are you someplace where you can safely have an orgasm?" asked Bob.

"About ten seconds from going on the air, so I'm going with no right now," she said. "Dammit."

"Good luck," said Bob, hanging up. He smiled and dialed another number.

Up popped Belen. He asked her the same question. She laughed.

"Sure," she said. He turned to me.

"Imagine her having an orgasm but be careful. Just a modest one," said Bob. "We've seen too many people pull muscles on their partner if they weren't careful enough."

"Pulled muscles during an orgasm?" I said. "I might want to experience that."

Bob just shook his head no.

"It's not pleasant. Trust me," he said.

So I did it. I imagined Belen in the throes of a pretty good size orgasm. Sure enough, on the screen, she was having the orgasm that I imagined. She finally calmed down, but there was laughter and applause. She zoomed out and she was in a meeting. With a lot of people.

"That was cool," said one of the women. "Can you do it to me?" Bob and Pari just nodded.

I might have gotten carried away. She fell out of her chair. She stopped thrashing and stood up.

"I'm good, I'm good," she said, sitting down again. Her face was really flushed.

Bob disconnected the call.

"Where are they?" I asked.

"Detroit, I think," he said.

"Sure, sure, orgasms around the world," I said. Hey, I wonder.

"Can I make men cum too?" I asked. For some reason, I pictured Bob, exploding, right now.

Which he did. All over Pari and me.

"I believe you answered our own question," said Pari. "But be careful about using the men up. It is fun for phone sex though." Bob barked out a laugh.

"Yes it is," he said.

Bob then proceeded to clean us up. Me first, including sliding up and in. It was, as was to be expected, spectacular.

Then he did the same with Pari. Damn. That's another level of amazing.

"I've seen you with Emma," said Pari. "You're there."

I think we are too.

Then I realized something and laughed.

"We flew over Paris, naked," I said, and they laughed.

"Yeah," said Pari. "But nobody looks up."

Except this time they did. A picture of me flying, naked, flew around the internet. Ah. Flew around. Yes, I told Bob that one and he rewarded me. Again. I put out a statement asking for verification.

I didn't say it wasn't me.

"Feeling better?" asked Pari. I smiled and nodded just as a plane landed.

With Belen and Emma.

Oh joy.

Now, you're assuming we all jumped into the nearest bed, but it is dinner time and lunch time for Emma and Belen, so we went out to eat. We went to a little place we like in the Latin Quarter. We were really too early, so we went for a walk. It is a gorgeous day in Paris. We're all dressed comfortably, now, so a walk was really nice. I'm with some of my favorite people in the world, including my soulmate. Just then, two people around our age walked up. OK, our age isn't definitive. Our age ranges go from 12 to 28. Not that big a gap, right? Pari is holding Bob's hand and I'm holding both Emma and Belen's. It's nice.

"Pardonut moss," said the girl.

"English is fine," said Pari. "You have to know we all speak it."

"Point taken, if I knew who any of you were," said the girl. "We're just stuck. Our phone battery died, and our parents are going to kill us because we're lost. You seemed pretty unthreatening, so we asked you. We're trying to find the Hotel Monge."

Up close she looks around 11 or 12, and her companion, who I assume is her brother, is a year or so younger.

"Really," said Pari. "You really don't recognize any of us." Now, I don't know why she said that in Swahili, but it made the girl laugh.

"OK, we might have had a little bit of an idea who you are," she responded, in flawless French.

"Dallas?" asked Pari.

"How did you get there?" asked the boy, in Mandarin. "We're Emile and Maven, by the way. And before you ask, she's 11 and I'm 10. Perfect ages, you know."

Why yes they are.

"Your accent," said Pari.

"But we don't have accents!" said Maven, with some heat.

"Not much, but I can still tell," said Pari. Emile and Maven thought about it for a minute.

"The earrings?" asked Emile. Pari laughed.

"Yeah," said Pari.

"Facial recognition?" asked Maven. Pari laughed again and nodded.

My earrings don't do that and I'm pretty sure that Pari's don't either. What Pari can do is think the image of the two kids to someone that can look them up. The smile I got from Pari tells me I might be on the right track.

It also made me tingle a little.

We helped them find their hotel and discovered their parents in the lobby. They were worried, but happy they were safe.

"We're sorry, Mom," said Emile. "Our phone battery died, and we didn't exactly know how to get back without GPS."

"So they asked us for help," said Pari. "Happy to do so."

That's when their mom jumped on them a bit for talking to strangers. I admit we all laughed. She'd told them in Italian.

Not like that was a tough one for us.

"Did anyone ever mention you look just like Greta?" asked their dad. "For that matter, you resemble King Bob."

"What, nothing for me?" said Pari, laughing. In Italian.

That's when their mom cocked her head.

"Um, Booker," said Blanca. "King Bob, Greta, and Pari."

Well Booker's moans are a good thing, right?

"You know," said Maven. "This is a really nice boutique hotel. It might be a nice addition to your portfolio of homes. The service is outstanding, and it is family owned. A very nice family."

"That sounds like an excellent idea," said Pari. "You should do that."

"I'd have to transfer to the Sorbonne," said Maven.

We all just waited her out.

"But we can take classes at any campus, so that's not an issue," said Maven, answering her own question. "But where would we live?"

"We?" said Emile.

"I'm the big picture girl," said Maven. "You're the day-to-day operations guy."

"Point taken," said Emile, laughing.

We'll keep this story short and come back to Maven and Emile. Let's just say that the deal closed quickly, and we got to know the family quite well.

Come on. I meant a nice dinner.

OK, that too.

Off to Lebanon

OK, 48 hours ago, I was a student about to defend his dissertation. Yesterday, just 24 hours ago, I spent the day on the space station having some pretty great sex. I also started the process to dominate the world-wide aviation industry.

And bought three quarters of the country of Lebanon. No, wait. We also swung by the moon so I could see the new casino at Gamma.

We swung by the moon.

Today I am off to Lebanon. I was with my new friend, Pari, for whom I bought a university, Nan, who is my spiritual advisor, and my new assistant, Rola, who has amazing nipples.

OK, two things. First, it was inappropriate of me to mention Rola's nipples in that context.

But seriously, they're the most amazing nipples.

Overnight there had been a lot of coverage of my purchases. We hadn't hidden them quite well enough. Also overnight, the real estate team closed more transactions. They'd pushed some stupid money at the end.

To reach 100%. Now, this is the confusing part. Somehow we owned all the government land and buildings too.

I think I could evict the government. I don't think I will.

We were landing at the Presidential Palace. Nan almost made us abort because there were crowds. I mean huge crowds.

Until we read the signs. They were a mixture of English, French, and Arabic, but we could all read them all. They were all supportive of us. They were freaking dancing. There were kids everywhere. It was a freaking party in the streets.

I think I like my job. We were looking at this on a large monitor in the cockpit. Then Nan started laughing and focused on a sign.

It had my picture and the caption: Our next president.

Say wha...

Nan couldn't stop laughing. She turned to me and managed to say this between laughs and snorts.

"Dude, you bought a country," said Nan. "Is this part of Dionysus now or are you King Zao the First?" Then she doubled over laughing again. Given she was flying the plane, that bothered me, even though I know they're almost entirely automated.

There was some movement and the front door of the palace opened and someone stepped out. He was holding something and then he held it up and smiled.

A similar poster. My picture. Same caption.

We could hear the cheers of the crowd and we were almost 1,000 meters up.

What. the. fuck.

"Oh God, he wouldn't," said Rola. "Surely not. It's never been done."

We all spun and looked at her.

"Listen, there is a quirk in our constitution. It's called a Directed Resignation. It's never been done, never been through the courts, nothing," said Rola. "Basically, at any point, the President can resign and appoint their replacement. It can only be done if they are in ill health, but the President is 89 years old, so anything would be believable. He was just reelected last month, so there are six years remaining in his term."

Now everyone was looking at me. That can't be what she meant. I'd never been on an airplane two days ago.

We'll find out. We landed in the open spot and were surrounded by security, but no one moved to bother us. The security parted and the President almost ran up to me, with his hand out. There was a news crew and a photographer, and a big deal was made about me, and the introduction of my colleagues.

Then the President handed me a piece of paper and then gave me a surprisingly strong hug, picking me up a bit. He set me down, ruffled my hair, and walked into the crowd. The crowd closed up and he was gone.

The entire crowd cheered.

I guess I should read the piece of paper. Rola grabbed it first and started laughing. She started dancing around.

"He did it, President Zao," she sang, over and over.

"But the courts will overturn it, as soon as someone sues, right?" I asked. Rola laughed.

"Only if someone sues," said Rola. "No one will. Just watch." We walked inside to wave after wave of cheers.

Not quite sure what to do right now. Even Pari and Nan were confused. Right inside the door was a receiving line. The entire leadership of the country was here. The Prime Minister, the members of the Supreme Court, the key leaders in the legislature. Each shook Zao's hand, congratulated him, and handed him a piece of paper. The head of the Supreme Court passed a small stack of paper. The head of the legislature handed him a tall stack of paper. Zao kept passing them to Rola.

Their resignations.

"Oh boy," said Rola. "It keeps getting weirder. If a member of government resigns in a letter directly to the President, then the President may appoint a replacement of their choice to fill out the 6-year term. Except the Supreme Court, that's for life. I haven't checked them all, but I think everyone in the government offered their resignation."

"Wait," said Nan. "You said offered. Why offered? That seems important." Rola was thoughtful.

"It is, actually," said Rola. "The President can hold a resignation for any length of time they choose. Until they accept it, the person continues in the role."

We finished the receiving line, and it was a long one. There was a gorgeous flowing staircase, and the end of the line was near the bottom.

"Wait here," I said. I ran up to about the 10th stair and turned around.

President Zao

Rola here. Scribe. Zao got everyone's attention and gave the most incredible speech. He allowed TV crews and reporters in first. He declared his love for the country, his desire to bring more jobs, and to boost the economy. He asked each member of the government to work with him and that he would not immediately accept any resignations, but if they felt it was their time to move on, he would work with them on a transition.

Then he declared that there would be a national referendum to vote on joining the country of Dionysus as a province, with all the rules of law as established in Dionysus.

Every single person in that room moaned. I moaned. Zao moaned. The Chief Justice of the Supreme Court has a giant wet spot in his pants.

I'm pretty sure I could predict the outcome of the referendum.

"Dude, are you sure the Queen and King are cool with this?" I asked. Zao laughed.

"Nah, who knows. It just felt right," said Zao, laughing. I think I must have looked shocked because he laughed again.

"Amy texted me last night suggesting it," said Zao.

We all felt better. We all know Amy's in charge.

Shit's moving fast

Nan here. Scribe for President Zao. I really like him. No, no, not like him. Maybe.

I don't know. His speech was incredible. I know we have a philosophy of you bought it, you own it, you run it but the dude bought a country. Lock, stock, and barrel. Although I have no idea what that expression means.

A fucking country. And based on the polling for the referendum, it will soon be a fucking country.

Probably the shortest lived presidency.

But he bought it. He still has to run it. I might just have to go buy something. Portugal is nice. Maybe I'll buy Portugal.

I texted the real estate team about Portugal. They texted back asking if I wanted to keep going up and carve off the part of Spain with Arteixo.

Sure.

Oh, I'm just fucking around.

Well, literally. Tee Hee. Surely they won't buy Portugal. I'd better make sure I was clear, or I was going to own Portugal. Oh, you're 7. How was elementary school? Well, I bought Portugal today.

I do laugh that Amy declared the Presidential palace to also be the Dionysus consulate. Weird, but helpful. You know why.

Pari is having a meeting tomorrow that should be fun. She asked every school in metro Beirut to send two students. First, they're highest academically rated student and second, the student they consider their strongest leader.

Pari was very clear that age was not a factor. If the smartest kid is in preschool, they come. If the school leader is in kindergarten, they come. She included colleges too. It was a little over 100 kids.

Says the 7-year-old. I think I already mentioned that.

Tonight was a dinner with key leaders. Zao insisted we come. He is really impressing me. His life has gone through crazy upheaval in the last week and he is right in there dealing with it.

President Zao.

Deal with it

I know Nan said I was just dealing with it, which is true, if dealing with it involves significant amounts of terror, excitement, and adrenaline. I have been furiously texting all day with Amy. Yeah, I'm on a first name basis now.

She did invite me to spend the weekend with her. With Pari and Bob.

I am so doing that. We had a nice dinner with the leadership. Apparently I have a staff that can whip up dinner for a group of about 175 on short notice. I met the staff today, too. I just walked around and introduced myself. Lots of hugs and fist bumps.

Come on. Hugs are a thing.

The dinner went quite well, but there was a little too much discussion of changing the rules. They appear to be a randy bunch. Oh, did I mention I invited their immediate families, too? It wasn't the adults asking about the age of consent.

It was the kids.

Apparently I can make an Executive Decree. But should my first XD be about sex.

Why yes, yes it should.

My life has changed a bit.

Author's note:

This story is shorter than most for a reason. There was an entire section that I wrote a long time ago and had never used. When I reread the chapter, that section just didn't work. It was too over the top, even for this story. It felt weird, particularly given the story has shifted into more story and less, well, you know.

So I deleted it. I have hundreds of other sections I could have finished and used, but order is important. Continuity is a bear when you're juggling this many story lines and I didn't have anything that wouldn't require considerable effort to ensure it didn't blow up the story. This chapter is a great example. The story of Luke and Cassie was much later, but I like the story arc so I moved it.

Oh boy that messed up a lot. All fixed. Not worth the effort.

So this one is shorter.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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