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I love email. If you give me a story line, I'll name a character after you. I really need ideas for fun situations. Get it?

Ironwoman. Irongirl?

Leslie, here. I got the absolute strangest call from Robert. You know, Robert Downey Jr. I answered and we chatted and made small talk for a while.

"Robert, I love talking you, but you want something," I said. He laughed.

"Can you read minds like your mom?" he asked. I just let it lie. I didn't need to tell him that the answer was yes, and I knew why he called. I wanted to hear his view on it because I thought it was fucking nuts.

"I wanted to let you know that I am retiring as Ironman and they're thinking about going a different direction with my successor," he said. I stayed quiet. I suppose I should have been in the loop, given I own the studio. I need to get to LA more.

"You're not making this easy," he laughed. I thought I'd shake him up.

"Well, you're not calling to offer a 16-year-old girl the part," I said. This time he waited me out. Well played, Ironman.

"Seriously? Their new direction is Irongirl?" I said. He laughed.

"Ironwoman. They wouldn't insult a strong young woman," he said. We both laughed.

"Why the fuck would they want me?" I said. "I'm no actress. Although I do know how to blow shit up."

"Come on, Leslie. You smart, you're beautiful, and you even resemble me enough to be my brilliant, long-lost daughter. You're also an Oscar winning actress, so don't give me that shit," he said. Interesting. Looks like Daddy fucked his daughter. Oops, sorry, discretion.

"You know how we do movies," I said.

"Well, that might be an issue. They didn't believe me," said Robert.

"Then, no," I said. He laughed again.

"See, that's why you'd be perfect for the part," he said. "A strong young woman. Just fly over and meet with the director. You can tell him your acting approach yourself."

"OK, I can do that," I said. "Why not. When?"

"Lunch is in two hours," he said.

"Thanks for the heads up," I said. "If it is two hours, you get me in a romper. I'll leave now."

"I'm pretty sure we'll all like the romper, Leslie," he said.

"Not very politically correct, are we?" I said and hung up. Oh hell, one way or another, he was fucking me before I came home.

Two hours wasn't actually that difficult, but hey why not. I took a quick shower and went and found a romper in Chris' closet. Remember? C cup versus puffies. Maybe D cups.

Let's just say it accentuated my assets. I know, not very PC of me either, but we like our bodies. I went out and hopped in my plane. I had a car loaded in the hold and I was going to fuck with them. Mine happened to be a nice S63 convertible in brilliant blue. A beautiful car. I texted Hunter and Hallie that I had a meeting in LA and might not be back until tomorrow. I got two smiley faces back. Emojis. Hallie was a changed person. She was loving being mom to the two little ones and was even handling morning sickness well. I know the plan is for me to have a baby too, but jeez, that's a lot of vomit. OK, back on track. But it is a lot of vomit.

I flew over and landed at the LA house and dropped the car.

I had taken a little time to get ready, so I needed to hop. We were meeting on the lot and then driving to lunch. I wanted to avoid traffic, so I flew. I got a few stares. They all just needed to get used to it. No need to stop at the gate when you can fly over it. They didn't even notice. I got to Robert's cottage and dropped into his parking place. I didn't need to. I was just fucking with him. I'd barely gotten out of the car when he pulled up in a nice vintage Mustang.

"Nice touch, Leslie," said Robert. "It even has Dionysus plates." I just smiled at him. He came over and I got a hug. Yeah, hard.

"Nice romper," he said. "One of Carlina's?" OK, I laughed.

"Chris," I said. That got a chuckle. Just then another car pulled up with the director, Jon Favreau. He was back for this one, after directing the first two and the one, you know, with the shooting.

"Where are we eating?" I asked.

"A little place I like called 208 Rodeo," said Jon. I'm sure he didn't understand why I snorted.

"We'd better hurry though," said Jon. "Traffic is going to be a bear."

"Let me drive," I said. "Trust me, traffic won't be an issue." They both shrugged and got in, with Robert in the back.

"Nice ride," said Jon. "Someday you'll have to tell me why it has Dionysus plates."

"Because it was in Dionysus two hours ago," I said. "Everyone belted in?" They both said they were. I hit a button on the steering wheel.

"212 Rodeo drive, rear parking," I said. Before either of them could ask why I said 212, the car floated up and zipped off. I had the top down, so it is a joyous ride.

"What the fuck," shouted Jon.

"Well you did say we were running late," said Robert. Smooth, dude.

We got there pretty quickly and floated down into a parking place behind HT.

"Are you sure we can park here?" said Jon, pointing at the tow away zone signs. Robert laughed.

"Yeah, we can. The H in HT is her husband," said Robert.

"Husband? Aren't you 16?" asked Jon.

"Yes, but so are my husband and wife," I said. "You met them both."

"Husband and wife," said Jon. "I didn't realized you were married to them both. Wait, they're twins. You're fun, aren't you, Leslie?"

"You have no idea," I said as we walked around to the front and up to the desk at 208. The girl behind the desk squealed. Jon and Robert both looked full of themselves until she ran around the desk and hugged me. She led us right to the best table in the place.

"Should I even ask?" said Jon. "You're weird, Leslie." That got a laugh from all of us.

"Hunter owns the restaurant, too," I said.

"Of course, your 16-year-old husband that owns the most successful lingerie company in the world also owns a successful restaurant on Rodeo drive," said Jon. "Nothing to see here. So who is the T?"

"That's not going to help," I said. They both looked at me.

"That's Tomas, our 14-year-old friend that is married to Ruby, our 14-year-old friend that owns Inditex and is the chairperson of Target and Costco, both of which our family hold controlling interest in." Jon just looked at Robert, who shrugged.

"What don't you own?" said Jon. "Your family probably owns Google, Facebook, and Microsoft."

I didn't say anything.

"Oh, come on," said Robert. What could I do? I shrugged.

Jon pulled out an iPhone and held it up. I nodded. Then Robert pulled out a Samsung phone.

I nodded again.

"OK, I need to get back to familiar ground," said Jon. "Robert blew smoke up my ass about you not using scripts."

I just smiled at him. I'm pretty sure that smile got him hard, but he had good focus. We went through the no scripts dance. He'd seen everything we had done, including our Broadway show and it blew him away. Finally he laughed.

"Oh, I'm in. A lot less work for me, given I'm the writer, too. You did improvise nicely on our last shoot. I still don't understand how Madison ended up with a spent bullet in her hand," said Jon. OK, Robert and I laughed at that. Just then lunch arrived with a bottle of my favorite wine. The waiter poured a glass for all three of us.

"I know you look good in that romper, Leslie, and you do," said Jon. "But you don't look serve me wine good."

"Maybe you need to see me out of the romper," I said, taking a sip. Robert and I couldn't hold it and started laughing at his expression.

"Consulate?" asked Robert and I nodded.

"So is the place next door, including the apartment," I said. Robert understood me clearly and I suspected Jon was catching on, but today wasn't the day. Darn it.

"So this place and the place next door are considered Dionysus property and your laws apply," said Jon, his voice dropping at least two octaves. Yeah, he got it.

"Gotta have my wine," I said. We left it there, for now, and discussed the part.

"Are you sure you feel comfortable being the lead in a Marvel movie?" asked Jon.

"Brie seems to have done just fine," I said. "There's a precedent in young people leading movies, like Spiderman. Why shouldn't a young woman?"

"No reason at all," said Jon. "Any chance we could include your tech in the movie? Your space fighters and flying cars? And somehow you can fly."

"Sure," I said. "We can shoot on the moon if you want."

"Wow," said Jon. "Just wow."

"Don't forget the space station and their underwater house at the Great Barrier Reef," said Robert. Jon laughed.

"Shit, you're serious," said Jon.

"How will I ever know if you're telling the truth or punking me?" asked Jon.

"You never will," said Robert. "You never will. Hell, dream something up and they'll probably invent it for you."

"Phasers, starships, cloaking devices, force fields, interstellar travel," said Jon. "I would normally have included flying cars, but..."

I looked at Robert. He got it. Should I answer truthfully? He nodded and laughed.

"OK, Jon," said Robert. "She is going to share some secrets. You cannot repeat these. It's up to her when you can. If you can't agree, she won't tell you." He gave it serious thought.

"Seems fair," said Jon. I didn't answer quite yet. I fetched my F-81 remotely. Cloaked.

"Give me a second," I said. Then I pointed at a spot above Rodeo Drive.

And uncloaked it.

Jon just sat there staring until I cloaked it and sent it back to the house.

"As for your list, all done," I said.

"All?" choked out Jon. "I included interstellar travel."

"Yeah, that one you really need to keep quiet," I said. "You didn't even ask about time travel." His eyebrows shot up!

"You can time travel, too?" said Jon. I just smiled at him. Let him wonder. Of course, we could, but still.

Aw, fuck. Why not. After lunch I was taking them to another planet. I'd need my S-88 for that. I don't know why I didn't think of that. I fetched it remotely, too. I had it jump here. Yes, Nan and Tegan has perfected it that well. We don't do it intraplanet, normally, but we sure jump the equipment a lot. We ended up having a wonderful lunch and Jon sketched out the plot. I wouldn't let him tell me much more, but I liked it. One scene cemented my thought of jumping with them. They described a lush, empty planet that had just begun colonization.

I was going to take them to Nibiru. The only thing finished on the planet, so far, was a family lodge and a marina on the huge lake.

It was perfect.

"So guys," I said. "I have the absolute perfect place to shoot the scene on the newly discovered planet. Would you like to go see it? We can be there pretty quickly." They looked at each other and Jon answered.

"Why not?" he said. "You've cut months off my effort by not having a script. The other actors are going to freak, but that's cool. Let's go." He waved the waitress over and asked for the check. She looked confused.

"There's no check, Jon," I said. "Own the place. Remember? Sally will get a hefty tip. It's all covered."

"I still think you're weird, Leslie," he said.

Wait until I let him fuck me on another planet. Yeah, I just might. We walked around to the back of HT and my S-88 was sitting there.

"That was not there when we parked," said Robert. "And that's a different plane."

"Nope and yep. This was easier, so I fetched it remotely," I said, opening the door. I put Jon in the co-pilot's seat and Robert in the jump seat, but given the trip was literally instantaneous, it didn't matter that much.

"You guys ready?" I asked and they assured me they were.

"Nibiru lodge, please," I said. The view out the window changed from the parking lot to a view of the lake. You would have thought you were on the beach of an ocean. The lake is huge, but fresh water. Off to our left was the lodge. I opened the door and we stepped out. They both stood there, looking at the lake, and all the boats in the marina.

We like boats. Somehow there was a newer 475 parked, too. Oh, sure. They jumped a big Starship and brought it along.

"I have so many questions," said Jon.

"Me too," said Robert, in a squeaky voice. Oh, Robert figured it out.

"Sure. Let me share a little first, since that may answer a few of your questions," I said. "You asked about interstellar travel. We call it jumping and it happens in an instant. One second you're in a parking lot in Beverly Hills and the next you're looking out over a gorgeous lake on the planet Nibiru.

"Nibiru was a mythical planet of the Babylonians," said Jon. I admit I laughed.

"I'm impressed. We had to find the name on Wikipedia," I said. Suddenly the light went on for Jon.

"We're not on Earth, are we?" said Jon. I just shook my head no. He actually sank to the ground and sat cross-cross, looking out over the water. Robert and I sat down, too.

"I guess I should have asked permission," I said. Jon grinned.

"I'm glad you didn't. I might have said no," said Jon. "But that's damn near a cruise ship. How the fuck is it here?" Oh, I've got to see if I can do it. I texted Aja to see if she could jump a Starship. I asked her to drop it in the water right off the marina. She replied that she only had a big one available and didn't even have a crew, but she could jump with it for me.

Sure, let's have the 10-year-old Admiral of Starfleet jump a giant Starship by herself. I texted back "Yes, please." Oh, and texts work now. How weird is that.

Oh, hell, maybe I'll share them with Aja. She'd like it. She's a Marvel fan. I suggested that they look out over the water for a minute and started describing the lake. Remember, the big Starship is 5 kilometers long and 1.5 kilometers in diameter. It's fucking big.

Just then the Starship appeared. The end of a jump is quite anticlimactic. The ship just appears. They both jumped when it did.

"What in the fuck is that?" said Robert, barely beating Jon to it. Ooh, too bad they didn't say it together. I'd pay money to see them make out.

Maybe later. Aja and I can put on a show for them.

They'd like that. We could even use extortion. You both can fuck us both after you fuck each other. Now, you know we'd never do that.

Come on. Aja? They'll do it. I think Jon wants in my pants, too. Or my romper. He'd look good in my romper. OK, not exactly what I meant.

I saw something growing in the distance. Oh, sweet. Aja was coming over in a JetsonCar. The four person model. It looks exactly like the car on the show. It's freaking perfect. She settled down on the lawn next to us and the canopy flipped up. She stepped out. I admit I started laughing. The men didn't understand it, but Aja laughed and did a little pirouette.

She was in a romper that had her stars next to her left nipple. It is awesome. She has three stars now. After all, we have planets and she leads our space force.

A real Space Force.

"You have a fucking uniform romper?" Robert asked. She laughed.

"Sure," said Aja. "It's our most popular uniform."

"I'll bet it is," said Jon. I turned and he was just mesmerized by Aja.

Oh, good.

"Let me introduce you to the Admiral that commands our space force," I said. "Robert, Jon, this is Aja." Aja shook each of their hands.

"We're huggers," said Aja. "Do I get a hug, too?" I think Jon almost fainted, but he nodded.

Aja went in for the hug and we take hugs seriously. Melt into each other's arms seriously. Aja's a bold little thing, too. Once they broke the hug she let her hand drop and stroked Jon's clearly hard cock. It only took a few strokes, and it was clear he came in his pants.

"Oops, sorry," said Aja. "But it's good to get that out of the way. You'll last longer when we fuck." Jon and Robert just stared at her. She laughed.

"Come on," she said. "We're on a fucking different planet. We should be fucking on that fucking different planet."

Yes we should.

"We need to get you cleaned up," said Aja. "Let's head over to the ship. We have a pretty complete shopping area with a number of excellent men's stores. I know the Timmy shop has some nice shorts and polos."

"You have a Timmy shop on your freaking huge Starship," said Robert.

"Sure," said Aja. "Right now it is setup to comfortably hold over 100,000 people. We kind of need shops."

"Did you say 100,000?" asked Jon. She hit him with a big smile. I think he came close to cumming again.

"Sure," said Aja. "Although the sleeping quarters aren't as necessary now that we can jump. We do have four ships exploring different parts of the galaxy mapping the next planets to populate." Oh, Aja was going all in.

"Next planets?" asked Jon.

"Our first off-world city is being built about 10 kilometers from here around the lake. It's quite nice," I said. "We can show it to you. The construction crews are close to finishing it all up. It took us a bit to learn to build with the materials available on this world."

"Well sure," said Jon. "You have to learn the materials of the planets that you're colonizing."

"Exactly!" said Aja.

"You people are beyond weird, Leslie," said Jon. "How does no one understand that this is all happening?"

"Jon, I'm going to trust you. I've already jumped you off-world and I know it is exciting, but you can't tell anyone," I said. "You get that, right?"

He looked so disappointed.

"I do," he said, in a voice that sounded just like a disappointed 3-year-old. Even Robert laughed.

With that, I kicked off my flipflops and dropped my romper. All three of them gasped. I did appreciate that Aja did, too.

"Down, boys," I said. "We'll get to that, but this is to make a point. No shoes. Nothing on, right?"

"Right," moaned both men. Then Robert said jinx.

He. said. jinx.

"Robert," I said. "You know our jinx rules." He grinned.

"Yep," he said, smiling bigger.

"And you're going to explain it to Jon?" I asked.

"Nope," said Robert. "I'm going to show him." Which is how Aja and I got to spend the next few minutes watching them make out.

It was glorious.

"OK, now that your show is over," I said. "I'll do my show." With that I lifted up about ten feet off the ground. Their eyes just followed me. Then again, they were looking up into my naked pussy. I laughed and spread my legs.

I think Robert did cum. Then I flew around for a bit, doing some acrobatics. I was standing back up, about three feet off the ground and right in front of them, when Aja floated right up next to me.

Naked, but you knew that.

"Seems like it is time to adjourn to more fun activities," said Aja. She pointed at the JetsonCar and floated over to it. I followed her.

Jon and Robert walked. Boring.

We put them in the front seat. I climbed in and sat on Jon's lap. Robert turned to Aja with the most hopeful look on his face. He just stared at her. She laughed and walked over. She unzipped and unbuckled his shorts and he just sat there slack jawed. She reached in and pulled out his very hard cock. She stepped in, turned to face forward.

And sat right down on his cock.

"Bounce mode," she said. The canopy closed and the car lifted up about 15 feet.

And then started bouncing. Which bounced Aja. I couldn't resist and fished out Jon's cock, which had risen to glory again. I lifted up and sat down on his cock.

And we bounced. And bounced. Jon's hands came around and his left hand started tweaking my nipples. Back and forth. His right hand was for my clit.

He was good at this. I exploded just as Aja did.

Then we both got filled up. We left them inside us for a minute.

"Main bridge, engage," said Aja.

"Engage?" said Jon.

"Wait until you hear the elevator doors," said Aja, laughing. Oh, she was serious. The car took off and we flew out to the ship. It's hard to describe how the ship is shaped. Think a normal cruise ship. Keel at the bottom, flat on the top. It's basically that but curved different. The bridge is at the front of the observation deck. No explanation can do justice to the observation deck. It is roughly two miles long by a half mile wide. It's the size of a neighborhood and kind of is. If you hover over the top you can see into everything. Why would you put a roof on anything when the view is out the dome?

I suppose you could see some fun things if you were out here. That's not really that big a deal, because all our bedrooms have outstanding cameras, and you can choose to broadcast. It's a hell of a cable system.

Everyone broadcasts. We're fun that way. Heck, a few people have a pee cam and it is a popular channel. Not really my thing, but more power to them. Oh, I have the camera. I'm happy to be part of the show.

We actually flew down into a hatchway next to the dome. The ceiling closed before the inner door opened. We didn't need to on-planet, but we used it. We pulled into a parking spot right next to the elevator.

Labeled Starfleet Admiral of the Fleet

"Ah. She was serious," said Jon. "I admit I wasn't sure." Aja laughed.

"Don't underestimate powerful young women you can fuck," said Aja.

"I never will," said Jon. I believe it, too. Jon hadn't had his turn with Aja yet.

We were walking into the bridge and it is an even better view.

"I'm confused," said Robert. "Where is the crew? It has to take thousands to just run the ship." I admit, I snorted, so I had to tell the story.

"Aja came by herself," I said. I just left it there. They looked at me and they had questions. Oh, so many questions. Then Jon just nodded, and Robert smiled.

"Can we go back to how you two appear to be able to fly?" said Jon. "That seems important. Can you explain the bullet that Madison caught too?"

"Sure," I said. "We can fly. Madison caught the bullet. It's not that hard. We have a number of powers." I showed him telekinesis by lifting him up a few feet, spinning him once and setting him down.

"Of course. Telekinesis," said Jon. "The obvious power. Can you read minds?"

"Like they can fucking read minds. This has got to all be fake," I said. Jon's jaw dropped.

"Holy fuck," said Jon. Robert just looked at him.

"Did she fucking read your mind?" said Robert. Jon just smiled and nodded.

"Are you invincible?" asked Robert.

"No," said Aja. "But we're difficult to hurt. Madison caught a bullet. I can give you an example, but it might hurt your knuckles." Jon laughed.

"I have experience hurting my knuckles," he said.

"OK," said Aja. "Hit me. Put all your body into it. As hard as you can."

"I can't do that!" said Jon.

"You're right, you can't," said Aja. "Try it. You're probably right. The harder you hit, the more likely you are to break your hand. OK, if you're a wimp, Leslie will do it." You could see from his expression that Jon was going to do it now.

Men.

He swung his arm, probably medium effort, and about two inches from her face he hit an invisible wall. His arm actually bounced off.

"Now, come on," said Robert. "You already said you had shields."

"Robert," said Aja. "I'm gloriously naked. Do you think I have a shield unit up my ass?" She turned around and wiggled her ass at him.

It took Robert a second to respond. I'm pretty sure he was enthralled by Aja's cute little ass.

I sure am.

"We need to get your new clothes, but we have things to do first. Leslie and I only have one load in us. We need another," said Aja. Time to swap. Given both men were naked now, it was pretty easy to see that they liked that idea. Aja walked off, and like the Pied Piper, we followed. Fuck the flute. We were following a cute little ass. Both men couldn't take their eyes off Aja's ass. OK, include me in that group. She walked up to a double door and it slid open.

"That's the fucking Star Trek sound!" shouted Jon.

OK, the other three of us laughed. Aja led us into the community center and right to the pool. The big double Olympic pool. Jon and Robert just stared.

"How the fuck does the water not fly all around?" asked Jon.

"The artificial gravity is quite good," said Aja.

"Well sure," said Robert, who then dove into the pool. The three of us followed and we frolicked for a good hour. Yes, frolicked. Then we fucked, repeatedly, until the men couldn't anymore. I guess I should mention that the first two after the pool didn't involve Aja or me.

But we did clean them out, but not before we fucked ourselves to orgasm with a double-ended dildo. Oh, not with each other.

With the men.

"Let's get you some clothes," said Aja. She pulled herself out of the pool. When she pulled up her right leg and climbed out, her pussy opened right up for. Right there was a nice dollop of cum. Jon's cum.

Robert beat me to it.

We walked around the shopping areas, still nude.

"It's like a ghost ship. All these shops and everything else but we're the only four people," said Jon. "It's like something happened and we're the only people left."

"We are the only four people on the ship," said Leslie. They stared at each other.

"If you were trapped on another planet, would it be that bad to be stuck with the two of us?" asked Aja, smiling.

"Nope," said Jon. "Not bad. Glorious. Joyful. Stupendous. Life-changing, in a good way." By the end, we were all laughing.

And Robert and Jon were hard.

"Wait," said Aja. "Come on." She almost started trotting, which was damn fun to watch, particularly given it cause more cum to leak down her leg. We rounded a corner and right there was a toy store.

Yeah. That kind of toy. She ran in the door and right back to the dildo section and grabbed two different ones. She handed one to me and started opening the one she still had.

"We have all kinds of a choices in a nice train," said Aja, standing there with a good size double-ended dildo already inserted. she reached over and helped me insert mine.

We almost lost the boys' last cum to that one.

The New Settlement

Leslie still. The four of us were going to explore Sophiatown. I guess Mom and Dad decided to work their way through kids. It was going to be Morgantown, but Morgan wouldn't have it. Sophia is her princess and Morgan insisted. They actually fought about it, but Sophia gave in.

Sophia is Bob. Got it? Sometimes. They switch. Yeah, you could say that for a lot of things.

We took the JetsonCar and flew up the coast. It truly is gorgeous and undeveloped.

Which leads us to the town. Remember the Jetson's house? Think that but as a town and all the houses are floating. Forever. We didn't want to tear up too much of the planet.

So we didn't.

I guess I'm doing a movie.

A lot has happened

This is truly insane. I'm off to an interview. I had to sign up a pilot to go on this interview. You see, my interview is in Nassau. In the Bahamas. With my family.

Let me catch you up, assuming you even remember us.

My name is Cane. I am married to Lizeth and Cannon. Yes, we got married not long after we got engaged.

Ruby officiated. Hell, yes, she did. We still live under our Mom, Dad, kid approach, although given I am 15 and Cannon is 7, it can be a little confusing.

But in our world it just isn't that weird. Even though I am married to him. And his mom.

OK, that might be a little unusual, even for us.

So back to the interview. Ruby introduced me to Elena. Elena is the boss. The big boss. If I want to work as a nurse, I'd better ace this interview. My pilots today are Luca and Tegan. I guess I should say our pilots, since Lizeth and Cannon were with us, too. Interviews are family interviews.

I am intimidated by Tegan. Luca's sweet as hell. Tegan is too, but she is intense. She looked back at me and laughed.

"You have no idea," said Tegan. Did she mean? No. Could they? All of them?

Luca snorted. I think that was yes. I got a grin from him.

I know Luca is Elena's brother, so there is a family reunion in here, too. The flight is short. We're already here. We're meeting at one of the family houses. What they call the big house. Given we're about to land, I'd concur it is big, although not of a size of Bob and Amy's Robertville house.

Luca just snorted again. We landed and as we came down the steps, a young woman ran out and jumped into Luca's arms and just smothered him with kisses. Then she dropped down and did the same to Tegan.

I love my wife. Lizeth went right in next. Even Cannon got a pretty passionate kiss.

This was my interview, so I went for the handshake.

Everyone laughed. Elena pulled me in for one hell of a kiss. Hey, I'm told I'm a pretty good kisser. I think Elena rolling through an orgasm was a good thing. I hope. Do you want to make the big boss cum?

She seems happy about it, so I think that is yes. This place is confusing.

"Can we clear this up so we can have a fun weekend?" asked Elena. We all looked at her, but she focused on me. "The job is yours. The job was always yours. You had the job the day you met Ruby in the liquor store. You're here so we can meet, and I can meet your beautiful family and also as an excuse to make my big brother and his wife spend the weekend with us. Even better, most of the rest of us are not 18 yet, so Cannon can play with us all, except Lizeth and Luca." Just then the sexiest young man came out of the house. Hot damn. The fact that Lizeth moaned seems like it would be bad, but given I moaned too, maybe not that bad.

Cannon proceeded to dance around with his arms in the air.

I was tempted to do the same.

OK, I did the same, to the amusement of the others. Cannon came over.

"Show her that thing you do with your fingers, Dad," said Cannon. Elena looked at me with a quizzical look.

"Yeah, I call him Dad," said Cannon. "It's easier than explaining that he is my husband, and she is my mom/wife. At least in public. In private, we moan each other's names." Then he hit Elena with his best smile. She reached over and picked him up and headed inside. Which was impressive given she is clearly still vibrating.

"If I stopped every time I cum, I'd never get anything done," said Elena, over her shoulder.

We thought we should follow her. We got into the foyer less than ten seconds after them and somehow they were both already naked.

Us, too. Pretty quickly.

Damn this is an attractive group and none more gorgeous than Lizeth. Somehow that got me a hug and a laugh.

"You dimwit," said Lizeth. "I'll teach you how to do it." Does she mean reading minds?

They all laughed, even Cannon.

OK, I get it, I'm the butt of the joke.

I had other things on my mind, though. Some involve my butt. Do you see what I did there? The first appears to be watching Cannon go down on Elena. We all watched. She guided him with some suggestions, and he had some ideas of his own.

I counted. She lasted 19 seconds. Then 8. 5. 2.

Now she is just rolling through a continuous orgasm. Cannon is quite talented. Finally he let her down from her high. Tegan jumped on the bed and laid down next to her.

Then Nick laid next to Tegan. Cannon just shifted over and had Tegan up and over in under 15 seconds. She never came back down. She just thrashed. For a long time. Then she pushed him away.

"Luca, he's moving in," said Tegan. Luca laughed, just as Cannon swallowed Nick completely. Deep throat, bulging neck, the whole thing. Nick didn't last either and Cannon crawled up his body.

And kissed his cum back to him. Nick went from not hard to hard in about three heartbeats. Cannon sat right down on him.

And Lizeth climbed on board Luca. Well, she likes cock. We all like cock.

Elena pulled me up on the bed, and in. Yes, I'm fucking Elena while her brother fucks my wife. Nick is fucking our husband/son. I find it unlikely that a future job interview will exceed this one. Everyone took a moment to laugh.

We landed about ten minutes ago. I might have found the perfect employer. Who asked me to fill her up.

And then I watched Tegan and Cannon clean her out. I am pretty sure she exploded again when Cannon rimmed her.

It makes me cum when he does that, too.

Just then I heard the whoosh that I have begun to know. Somebody else landed. Somehow 21 people came in the front door. I counted. They were led by Orlando and last in was Grace. In the middle were some clearly confused people. I have no idea who they are. They all knew each other but didn't appear to quite understand why they were here.

No, that's not it. They got it. They just don't understand why Orlando and Grace did it.

Grace hopped up onto a table. For some reason that made Orlando laugh, which got him a glare, then a smile, from Grace.

"We're so glad you could all come back here under better circumstances. We are sure that this is a difficult place to be, so if anyone needs private time or even wants us to take you home, please tell us," said Grace. "We're not even sure this was a good idea, but we hope it was. The kitchen is stocked, the toys are ready to go, and we're going to have a great time. Any questions?"

The most beautiful young woman raised her hand. Her eyes are amazing. Blue and piercing. What my grandparents call Paul Newman eyes. I guess he is somebody they knew a long time ago. She is truly beautiful.

"Why don't you start with your name and where you're from. Not everyone knows everyone well yet," said Grace.

"I'm Piper, from Auckland, New Zealand," said Piper. "I want to ask about the rules for the weekend. Am I correct that this is Dionysus property?"

Grace just smiled and nodded.

"On a normal weekend, would most of the people be naked and be having multiple orgies?" asked Piper. "Including the people my age?"

Grace just smiled and nodded again. She also pointed at our group, who are still naked and sticky.

"OK, let's deal with this right up front," said Grace. "Yes, on a normal weekend everyone in this room would already be naked and I'd probably be fucking that guy over there." I think she pointed at me. We've met, but barely.

"For that matter, you'd probably be bouncing up and down on your dad's cock," said Grace. I was impressed that everyone in the room moaned, including me.

"That seems positive," said Grace. "But here's the deal. It's a binary decision for the group. You can't really have an orgy weekend when there are people that are offended. Now, it is important to add that no one has to do anything. You do have to be comfortable with it going on around you, and the likelihood that it might be your kid doing it. With Orlando and me. If you're not, we'll have a fully clothed quiet weekend. So, and please be honest, is anyone bothered by what you've heard?"

No one reacted. That's good.

"Is there anyone that is OK with it but doesn't want to participate? If you don't, get it out there. You can always change your mind. Those that play can as well, and if anyone starts feeling uncomfortable, on go the clothes."

No reaction again.

"I believe the custom is polite and direct," said the most adorable woman. "My name is Faith, from Chicago. I would like to fuck you, please." That was going to be interesting. Toys. Grace hopped down and pulled Faith's dress over her head.

Ah. No toys required. Grace turned.

"Cane, get over here," said Grace. "I'm in the mood for DP." I hesitated, but Cannon and Lizeth both pushed me towards Grace.

I love my family.

I finally got the story. I've read the entire journal but didn't connect that these were the families of the girls that Orlando rescued in the Bahamas. This family does so much for good that I forgot that. How nuts is that.

This could be a really long entry involving wave runners, water skiing, and sex, but I'll let your imagination drive you. No one had sex while water skiing behind a wave runner.

We did just about everything else though.

Best interview ever. I am going to love my job.

Just a typical first day

We are all settled in the new place. Luke here. It is so great that Leslie is here so often. We laugh because when this all started she was the baby in the family. Not anymore. Five of us are younger.

And she leads the global UN security force. Wait. Does that mean I outrank her?

Nah.

I admit I'm nervous. When I'm nervous, I just take myself back to the day in the lawyer's office in Lincoln. Things have changed, just a touch. Just your average 9 year old living with his wife and baby in New York.

I'm walking to work now. Lindy is going to the daycare in the building which is so handy. I'm trying to really step up to help Cassie.

Lindy won't go often. We have Mark. It is really for socialization so just a day a week. I'm not sure why that fell on my first day. Mark offered but this is his first day at school.

NYU for his MBA. Keep up! We have a team now so Lindy and Lucas will be home most of the time. I'll come back to that. Interviewing was fun.

Back to today. It is a beautiful spring day in New York. I was walking to work with Lindy in her carrier on my chest. It's a good thing I've grown! She sure has. She is sound asleep. I got to the stop light when an older woman walked up beside me.

"So sweet to see an involved big brother," she said.

A simple thank you felt like the best approach.

As I approached the UN plaza it was packed. Wall to wall people. Thousands. Maybe tens of thousands. It was like a festival. There were booths, and people doing face painting, and even buskers. I walked up next to a police officer.

"Is it like this every day?" I asked. He snorted.

"Nope. Never seen anything like this. They got a permit to hold a small festival celebrating the new UN ambassador from Dionysus. We expected 20 or 30 people. They're all being great, but I sure hope no one has to pee!" he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"An event this size should have rows and rows of porta potties. Dozens of them," he said.

"Where would they go if they were here?" I asked. That got me a funny look, but he pointed. This was oddly something I could fix. I sent a quick text to our event services group. I was really early so I hung out with the cop for a minute. It wasn't fifteen minutes before a C-112 was hovering over the crowd. Everyone was looking up, understandably. Including the cop.

"Could you have someone clear the spot for the porta potties?" I asked, pointing up to the plane. The ramp had opened. Out of the back floated a small building.

Our porta potties are a little nicer. Fully self-contained. Ion powered. A complete system to recycle the waste. They're truly cool. The first one floated down and hovered about 20 feet over the proper spot.

People moved. They kept floating down until we had plenty. They're quite nice.

The cop just looked at me. I just smiled back.

"What about food?" I asked. He just pointed to a different spot. That's when the next series of small buildings floated down. It was a very multiethnic set of vendors, too. I had made sure that all the buildings had a simple sign.

Thank you from the Kingdom of Dionysus.

The cop had walked over and looked at the menus.

"There aren't any prices. There aren't even cash registers," he said.

"Nope," I said. "They're nice enough to do this for me, I thought I'd do something for them."

"You're the new ambassador," he said. I just smiled and nodded. He smiled back and that was it. Damn the world is changing.

"Do you have some kind of a security command center?" I asked.

"Yeah but they're overwhelmed. We can't pay overtime, so we are stretched thin. It is a great day to be a criminal," he said.

"Can you let them know to please send the bill for all costs to my office here? Also tell them that there are no limits on overtime and to staff however they see fit," I said. "My apologies. Had we known we would have coordinated. I could also add UN troops if you'd like. My sister is the commander of the UN peacekeeping force."

"Of course she is," he said, laughing. "Your little sister?" I laughed. It is ridiculous.

"Nope," I said. "Big sister. She's 16."

"I thought the former President was 16," he said.

"Yep," I said. "Different sister." He just shook his head.

Just then the ramp closed, and a small hatch opened. It was directly above us. Somebody was coming to visit. Out of the hatch came a man, who gently floated to the ground next to me.

I'm pretty sure everyone on the plaza watched that. The sky elevators are cool. It was Hill.

"We thought it might be a good idea for a few days," he said. He was in simple khaki cargo pants and a Dionysus military polo. I'm not sure why he chose neon green, but he rocked it. He had a simple star on the collar, in darker green.

"Fine with me but I don't think it is necessary," I said, pointing to the crowd. There were lots of signs being held up.

It looked like a protest and I suppose it was. All the signs had a flag, I guess representing their nationality. This was really well organized. The majority were US flags but there were a lot of flags. I don't know why, but I know flags. I counted over 40 different countries from all around the world.

Most of them had variations on the same theme.

We are the next province.

You get the idea. One person nearby had my picture on her poster.

Uh oh.

I was looking at her poster just as she looked at me. She looked at her poster and back to me. After all, I had a Yankees cap on and was wearing a baby. I didn't exactly look like I was on my way to work. There was something else, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Oh, yeah. I'm 9 years old.

This shit is nuts. She walked over and I could tell the cop was getting nervous. I touched his arm.

"It is fine," I said. She walked up.

"Going incognito?" she said, flashing me a big smile. There was something small under my picture on her poster.

My future husband.

I admit I laughed.

"You know I'm married," I said. She laughed.

"Not really a showstopper, now, is it?" she said. She had a point there. She stuck out her hand.

"I'm Carly," she said. "I'm here with my third grade class."

I had to do the math. It's hard to even remember when age and grade were related.

"8?" I asked.

"9," she said. "I just had my birthday." Then she hit me with a killer smile.

"Handy, isn't it?" she said, laughing again. Cassie would like Carly. Then again, so would Dad. I can't think that way though. These kids aren't at the same place as we are.

"You might be surprised," she said. Oh. Interesting.

"Where is the rest of your class?" I asked. She pointed to a small cluster of people. There were a few adults and the rest of the class.

"That's my teacher," she said. "Lena. I hope she doesn't get in trouble for this. Our school isn't far, and we walked."

I headed over and the class all knew who I was. I introduced myself to Lena which got a laugh.

"Will you get in trouble?" I asked.

"Probably, but the kids insisted. I let the principal know. She was reluctant but I think she is secretly hopeful you'll take over our schools. Then again, given all this, maybe you'll take over them all." She waved her hands at the signs.

I admit it made me laugh.

"Well, let's at least make the day memorable," I said. "Come with me." They all faithfully followed, and we approached the main entrance. The guard didn't want to let us in.

"I'm sorry," he said. "The building is closed to visitors until the new Dionysus ambassador arrives."

"Well then it is a good thing I arrived. Please open it back up," I said. "Everyone in this school group is my guest."

He just kind of stared at me until I pointed at Carly's sign. We saw the entire tennis match of his head swiveling between the two. I gave him credit, he opened the door.

"Wait," I said, sticking out my hand. "I'm Luke and I'm new here. What's your name?"

It took him a moment to react but then he shook my hand.

"I'm Quinten," he said. He looked startled.

"Is something wrong?" I asked and he laughed.

"I've opened this door for 38 years," he said. "In that time, six diplomats have introduced themselves. Six. They asked my name and remembered it and every single time they went through this door they said hello to me by name."

I thought about it for a minute.

"Chris, Carlina, Gabe, Heather, Leslie, and me," I said.

"I admit, I was going to be surprised if you didn't," he said.

"Give me a week," I laughed. "I'll know every member of your family, a little bit about them, and all their birthdays."

He laughed again.

"Just ask any of the others. Every single one of my extended family gets a birthday card from all five of them," he said

"I guess I'd better step up my game," I laughed.

"Who is this gorgeous little girl?" he asked.

"This is Lindy, our daughter," I said. "She will be coming with me on Wednesdays. In fact, can you please point me to the daycare?" He gave me directions and we all headed inside. I felt like the Pied Piper. There were about thirty people faithfully following me. We got to the daycare and I made them all wait briefly. I took Lindy in and dropped her off. Everyone was so nice. There was such diversity in the kids. Almost a UN of kids.

Oh, yeah. One thing that was so obvious in the short time I was there was that the kids absolutely didn't care what color the other kids were. I heard at least a dozen languages. One girl, not much younger than me, was crying and talking but the adults around her were just standing there. Don't they hear what she is saying?

Oh. I just realized she was saying it in Arabic. I walked over and sat down next to her.

"Who the fuck are you?" she said, in Arabic

"I'm Luke," I said, also in Arabic. "These muggles can't understand you. I can. What's going on?"

"I can't tell you," she said. "You're a boy."

Oh.

"Are you at the UN?" I thought to Leslie.

"Yep. What's up?" she thought back.

"I need you in the day care, stat," I thought. "A little girl who is in crisis and only speaks Arabic and doesn't want to talk to me."

"Shit. Five minutes," she thought.

"My sister will be here in a few minutes," I said.

"How the fuck is that going to help me?" she said. The teacher stared. Arabic, so she was just reading the tone.

"Oh," she thought to me. "My bad." Yes, thought to me. She gave me a wan smile just as Leslie swept into the room. Yes swept. The world moves with Leslie. Oh. Right behind her was Chris. Well good.

"They can hear you," I thought to them all in Arabic.

They both sat down, and Leslie took her hands. Her eyes were big at this point.

Well when you're as famous as they are.

I'm going to pass the pen because I really need to get to work. I'll be back to my story soon.

Another freaking mess

It took me a while to drag it out of her. Chris was a big help. It was bad. Really bad. Her dad is a diplomat which means immunity. Her uncle and dad were doing vicious things to her. Her mom not only allowed it but was part of it. No one would listen to her. Most couldn't because all she spoke was Arabic. She had tried to run away, and the police stopped listening as soon as they found out her dad was a diplomat. The cops even drove her home.

Fuck.

I had Luke send Hill here. This was going to get ugly fast.

Having the retired President with me might help. Might not.

I stood up and spoke to the childcare director.

"I cannot go into the details," I said. "She is under the protection of the kingdom. She will be going with us."

The director argued with me. We were still arguing when the door burst open.

Double fuck.

Dad. Her dad.

Chris and I stood and put Naima behind us. Hill stood menacingly to our side. For such a teddy bear, he does menacing well. The dude started off yelling. I don't like that. He wanted his daughter. I wasn't giving her up. Just then armed security came into the room but were clearly conflicted. He started demanding they get his daughter.

But they just looked at me. You see, they all work for me. Ain't that handy.

"I've got it," I said.

And they left. That surprised pretty much everyone in the room, but the dad was blocking the door.

I looked at Hill. He shrugged and nodded.

It looked like the world was going to learn about another of our inventions. Remember how we are able to do deliveries now? Things appear on your pantry or fridge? That was live now and as you expect a huge success. The world was going to learn it worked the other way, too.

With humans. I'll come back to that. We don't do it often, but it felt like the time. In fact, I've never done it.

One minute Naima and I were standing there and the next we were in my house.

In Robertville. Sorry, Chris. I left you behind to clean up the mess. Kaia and Amai were already waiting for us.

The dad and uncle were going to quickly learn that when we wanted to prosecute someone, extradition was easy.

No, we weren't going to teleport him. We had a rock solid treaty with the US. Once he walked out onto a New York street he was mine. They were mine.

That's when we would teleport them. One second you're waiting for the light to change and the next you're looking out the window of your cell.

In our prison.

In space.

We will come back to this story but for now I'll let Luke take over. I did let him know Naima was safe. The shitstorm will follow.

Finally made it to my office

Thank goodness I arrived when I did. Luke here. Before I left, I let the director know to contact any of us in a similar situation. The odds were that, between Leslie and me, we spoke the language, and if we didn't, that someone in the New York area did. We have a lot of common languages but some unique ones. For example, I speak Zulu and Leslie doesn't.

Cassie does. It is a pretty safe language when you want privacy. Unless you're in Burundi. We did get busted once in a restaurant. Not worth telling. Just silly.

OK, all that made me laugh. We could always think to each other. We don't, in a restaurant, because everyone assumes we're mad at each other if we don't talk. And it is fun to watch their faces. They are startled when we hit our fifth language. Openly staring at our tenth. Jaws dropped by twenty.

Forty really pushes their buttons.

So we finally made it to my office with the class in tow. I'm still wearing the baby carrier without the baby. I at least took it off before I walked in. I'd been before so everyone knew who I was.

"This is a class from The River School, good old PS 281," I said. "Can you arrange a behind the scenes tour for them right now?"

Most people would have argued. Advance notice. Permission forms. You get the idea.

This entire team was used to us. Come on. They endured Chris and Carlina. Followed by Gabe, then by Heather. Heather was the easy one. You knew that.

It was still early so I suggested they meet me here at noon and I'd walk back to school with them and have lunch in their cafeteria. I figured I could smooth things out, particularly since I'd asked Chris to join us. Something about a drop in visit by a retired President, you know. My morning was surprisingly uneventful until about 10.

The Secretary General dropped by. You'd think that would be intimidating but we knew each other.

"Dude," he said. "Have you looked out the window?"

I hadn't but...

Oh.

We walked over to the window together. The crowds had grown. As in, there were people as far as we could see. Out this window I could see a crowd that stretched back at least a kilometer. He waved his hand, and we checked a different window.

It went back farther.

"It is all for you," he said. "Current estimate is over a million. It's a little weird because bathrooms keeping falling from the sky. Nice touch."

Just then one of my team came up.

"There is a delivery guy that insists he must see you personally," he said. "I don't even know how he got into the building." That perked up Hill and the three of us walked out together.

Sure enough, a delivery guy. Ratty jeans and a T-shirt, complete with mustard stain. What is it about mustard? I walked up and pointed at the mustard. He looked down and barked out a laugh.

"Well, I do like mustard," he said.

"Most people eat it rather than wear it, Dad," I said. He enveloped me in his big dad hug. Come on. A hug from Dad makes any day better.

"Gotta run," he said. "We will keep an eye on it and keep delivering infrastructure. The police commissioner welcomed our help so we are dropping people for crowd control as fast as we can. I'd suggest you let the crowd know you'll speak later. Maybe around 4. They seem to be having a good time. We built a quick stage. Look." He pointed out the window. They even had a sound system, which would be handy. Hill said he'd get the word out. I turned to Dad.

"What would I say?" I asked.

"Whatever you think is right," said Dad. "You'll know."

"So if I told them we would welcome the US as the newest province," I said. He laughed.

"Careful," he said. "Your idea." Oh.

With that, he wandered off. I knew he'd be back. I'd invited him to lunch. He was going to go change.

I hadn't even introduced him. Oops.

"My bad. I should have done introductions. He will be back soon. He is joining us for lunch," I said. That got funny looks from everyone, but a wink from Carly. I like this girl. That got me a much different smile. Shit, now I'm standing in front of a third grade class with a hardon.

I would have bet a thousand dollars that no one would recognize Dad as the same person when he came back.

I would have won. Unless Carly is still here.

I'm so proud of Luke

I'm proud of them all. I can't even explain it. I remember when we first met Luke. I remember when Morgan hugged him and let him cry it out. They've got a great bond. I'm sure Morgan and Sophia will visit a lot. Luke and Cassie are a big draw but nothing like Lindy.

Our first grandchild. Somehow I never expected it to be Luke and Cassie's baby. OK, Luca and Elena, technically.

Damn, Luke and Cassie are great parents, too. So much pressure in their young lives but nothing is more important than Lindy.

You know Amy and I will be here a lot given Luke and Leslie are both here.

Luke did ask me to go to lunch but suggested I might clean up first. I see his point. I had time and went back to our apartment. The one by the park. The original one.

It gets confusing. I needed a haircut, so I stopped in a Super Cuts. You expected some $400 stylist that made house calls.

Fifteen bucks plus a tip. I do tip well. I got back to the apartment and to my surprise, Amy was there.

So I invited her to lunch. Remember the green dress from the Bahamas? Yeah, she wore that. I wore a nice suit.

We took an Uber back to the UN. Hey, we don't always arrive by space plane. The class was all in the lobby with Luke when we walked up.

They were pleased to meet me. They were excited to meet Amy. I take no offense. I would have had the same reaction. No one had seemed to recognize me in my mustard shirt except one student that winked at me.

We walked to the school. The principal was literally waiting at the door. Pissed.

I was going to speak to her, but Amy beat me to it, with Chris.

I'm guessing you're not surprised. Amy walked right up and stuck out her hand.

"Hi. I'm Amy. You must accept our apology for spiriting your class away today. There must have been some miscommunication. Both Lena and I were under the impression that all the arrangements had been made. Entirely my fault," she said. "Were you even made aware of the contest the class won?"

I think she was in shock but shook her head no.

"See! Terrible communication on our part. Lena's class won an essay contest to have a behind the scenes tour of the UN on Luke's first day and then the four of us would have lunch at your fine school and take questions in an all school assembly. Oh, please tell me we will be able to do the assembly."

The principal still appeared to be mute but answered with a nod.

"Oh, good," said Amy. "Point us to lunch and join us." She just turned and started walking. I am not sure she could talk yet. Amy turned quickly and addressed the class. I was impressed that Chris just stood there and smiled. Then again, Amy. The principal sure knew who we all were.

"OK, you guys have to promise that tomorrow you'll all write world class essays about what America means to you. Otherwise she's going to bust my ass," said Amy. Then she turned and followed the principal and we all followed Amy.

I'm pretty confident their essays will be amazing. I am also confident that they all enjoyed following Amy in her green dress. I did. Particularly right after she used the word ass. Hey, they're nine.

Apparently I am, too.

We walked into the cafeteria to gasps. You never really get used to it, but you get used to it happening. They're not the same.

We got into line with the kids. I saw Amy on the other side of the room talking to someone. She wandered back as the line moved forward.

"Did you know that kids without lunch money get two slices of bread with a single slice of cheese and a cup of milk?" she said with grit.

I acknowledged that I did not.

"Not anymore. I paid off the debt system-wide. It sucks. Less than a million dollars!" she said.

I love Amy so much. Some people nurse injured birds back to health.

Amy feeds thousands of kids. Same principle. Different scale.

We had a spirited lunch. I think Lena was surprised at their questions. They were bright, funny, and snarky. There was genuine affection for Lena, and it showed. She risked her career for them. I had already told her to let me know if there were any repercussions. She laughed.

"Thank you," she said. "But Luke, Leslie, Chris, and Amy already told me that, too."

Surprised yet? I didn't think so.

We hung around through several lunch periods and then went into the gym. It was the only place that would hold everyone. It was pretty packed but when we walked in it went silent. I was impressed. We only had until 4, so it wasn't going to be that long.

I'll pass the pen back to Luke.

We have got to figure it out

We do. This felt so much like my old elementary school. Brilliant kids being held back by antiquated expectations. Way back when I was in a school like this, I was bored and angry.

You know. Two years ago. Nebraska. Me.

I was bored and angry because I was bored. So damn bored. I wanted to move at the speed of light in a school that still used the See Spot run reader. The kids weren't being challenged at all. They labeled them slow when they wouldn't do stupid work and said they were ADHD when they struggled through the fourteenth repetition of something they learned on the first.

It sucks. I am talking to Pari. Heck I am inviting Pari to visit. Cassie isn't going to complain. They're besties. They do sometimes wear me out though. What a great problem to have.

I kicked off the assembly by thanking the class that submitted the winning entry and encouraging other classes to enter the next time.

Note to self. Have someone actually create the program. I enjoyed the hell out of the day.

I introduced Mom and Dad and said that we were open to any and all questions. We got the obligatory what is it like about sudden wealth.

They asked about Lindy and got an unexpected lecture on making good choices. I think that made the principal uncomfortable.

Oh, just wait. We knew where the questions would go.

And they did.

A boy got up and raised his hand. You know the look. BMOC. Already with a smirk on his face.

"How old were you when you first fucked a girl?" he asked. The entire room gasped. I could see an adult heading his way. Just then I heard a voice I know so well.

"I'll take this question. It's OK. We said any and all questions, honestly," said Cassie. WTF. I know all about her first time. I don't know why she is here, given she didn't come with us.

Oh wait. She's here because of this question. I'll just roll with it.

"My first time getting fucked, since I'm a girl, was when I was 5 years old. It wasn't pleasant, it was painful. I wasn't ready, didn't want to do it, and was raped. Now, the guy that did it wasn't considering it rape, because he paid a lot of money to the man who bought me from my mom," said Cassie. "Now, your question was intended to be controversial, and make you look cool to your friends. I get that. If I let Luke answer the question, his story is a lot different. His experience was in a loving environment, with an age appropriate partner, and they did it after ensuring consent both ways. That's the difference and so many people don't see it. They set consent at an arbitrary age that is ludicrous. My God, you can all use a smartphone at 2, but God forbid anyone trust you with your own decisions."

I am shocked that no one stopped her.

"Let's make this interactive," she said. "And no, I'm not asking anyone about sex. Raise your hand if you are often bored in class and would like to work faster."

I looked around and damn near every hand was in the air, including a number of teachers. The principal and administrative staff were just staring.

"OK. Hands down. This time raise your hand if the books you read at home are at your age level," she said. Not one hand went up.

"Listen carefully now. Raise your hand if you read books that are at least one grade higher," said Cassie. Almost every hand went up. No, I think every hand went up.

"At least," she said, and a few more hands went up. "I'll bet that last group misses some points for not reading directions." That got laughter, and one kid that yelled out "truth" to great applause.

"OK, keep your hand up if you read at least two grade levels up," she said. I don't think a single hand went down.

"Three," she said. A few hands went down. She stopped after she went through Young Adult books. Very few hands went down.

"How many of you have read a fiction book that's on the best seller list in the last month?" asked Cassie. Every hand shot back up.

"Hands down," she said. "How many of you are in remedial reading?" Shit a lot of hands went up. That makes no sense. The kid that asked the original question had his hand up. He was still standing. Cassie pointed at him

"What was the last book you read at home?" asked Cassie.

"Sapiens: A Brief history of Humankind," he replied. I saw the principal staring at him. Her mouth was wide open. She was clearly shocked.

"When and what was the one before that?" she asked.

"I read Sapiens over the weekend. Last week during the week I read Stephen Hawking A Brief History of Time. Both were an interesting read and fantastic back-to-back. There was so much commonality," he said.

"Which one did you like better?" said Cassie and he thought for a minute.

"I don't have an answer to that," he said. "I liked them differently."

"What's your favorite book ever?" she asked. He blushed a bit. It was kind of cute.

"Well, I guess I shouldn't say Where the Wild Things Are," he said, to laughter. "So I'll be honest. Gone with the Wind. Although in retrospect, the implications were incredibly bad."

"An inspired choice," said Cassie. "I liked all those books too, but none of my teachers thought anything of me reading them, once I left the New York City school system. The Dionysus school system encourages a fast pace and supports you. I'm not a bad example, given I've only lived there for 3 years. I'm 13 years old. Luke and I are married and have a gorgeous daughter, Lindy. My husband, Luke, is 9 years old and our UN ambassador. He's not even our youngest UN ambassador ever. I am in medical school at NYU. I'll complete the program in less than a year. By the time any one of you make it through this school system, I'll be a practicing doctor. Oh, my side gig is that I am the President of NYU. I also own NYU."

Then she went nuclear. She turned to principal, who was standing next to a man in a suit that had walked in about the time Cassie did.

"You're failing as teachers and administrators. You're punishing them, and worse medicating them, for wanting to work harder in school. That's ridiculous, particularly given our entire teaching method is available and you could have been using it. I know you're more constrained in other areas, and I think that's wrong too, but one thing at a time," said Cassie. "Stop screwing them up."

The man beside the principal was arguing with her. Then the principal walked up on stage and took the mic from Cassie. Cassie just came over and sat with us. The principal turned to us and pointed at Cassie.

"I agree with every single thing that young woman said, and I am sorry. We are failing you. We have the retired President here with us today and she was 14 when she took office. We are not doing a good job and I again apologize," she said. "Thank you for your time and I am hopeful we can do better. If I'm here tomorrow. We'll see. What about it, Superintendent?"

Oh. He just stormed off, so that didn't end well. Just as Pari walked onto stage to talk to Dad. She came over to Cassie and me.

"Her job is safe. I'll tell her. His isn't," she said, walking over. We watched her introduce herself and then the principal just beamed.

We all love Pari. No seriously. Every one of us. Mom, Dad, Chris, Cassie and me. And that's a very short start of a very long list. After all, they're getting married.

As soon as they admit it to themselves.

"Shit," I said. "We need to hustle. It's 3:40."

And hustle we did.

Time to chat with a few (million) people

We got back just in time. We ended up having to wait briefly for Sam Smith and Ed Sheeran to finish a song. I looked at the family and they all shrugged.

I found out that our friends had been performing all day. Just then, Orlando and Grace walked out, holding hands, to cheers.

Apparently they had been the MCs for the day.

"The time you have been waiting for, the moment of the day, the new Dionysus UN ambassador, Luke. I see he is here with his beautiful bride and their pride and joy, their daughter, Lindy." He waved us up. If anyone didn't understand our culture, well, being up there with my wife and baby and having to stand on a stool to clear the podium might have given things away.

I'd love to say I had an inspired speech that will go down in history, but I just talked about the future of kids. That all around the world, kids were making a difference. That everyone here could make a difference. Just as I said those words, Orlando led a friend up onto the stage, to massive cheers from the crowd. She gave me a hug and then Cassie, and then a kiss on the cheek to Lindy. She didn't even say anything, just stood there with us.

Greta. She's making a difference and we're trying to, too. More cheers when Emma joined us. Greta took Emma's hand. Interesting. They're freaking adorable.

And no, I didn't take the US as a province.

Yet.

All in, it was a great afternoon even though I did skip out on my first afternoon of work. I invited Mom and Dad to dinner, but they declined. Given the time change I couldn't say I blamed them. Mom pulled me to the side.

"Don't invite us over unexpectedly. You don't live with us anymore. It is Cassie's home. Always talk to her first," she said.

"That is such bullshit," thought Cassie, to all three of us. "Just utter bullshit. You're my family. You saved my life. Our house is your house, and I won't have it any other way. Suck it up and come to dinner and if I ever catch you asking again I'll make you pay for it."

I'm sure the people around us wondered why we all burst out laughing at once.

We walked back towards our house at a leisurely pace just catching up.

"Thank you," I said. I could tell Dad was about to ask what I was thankful for, but Mom put her hand on his arm.

"You're welcome, Luke," said Mom. "We have never been happier than the day we found you." I admit I laughed.

"It was a great day for me," I said. "But come on. Best day ever? Even I could name your Top 10 and I wouldn't make the Top 25. I'm not offended."

Mom laughed and gave me a hug. I love Mom's hugs.

"God, I love you," she said.

"Ditto," I said, right into her glorious breasts, which left us all laughing hilariously at the stoplight.

People stared. We got back to the house and there was a note to come next door. It's funny, we ate in the middle house most nights. Mark, Mindy, and Lucas from their side and Cassie, Lindy, and me from ours. I'm so happy Cassie has family back.

God, I'm lucky. We all are.

I forgot one part of my speech on the plaza. No, I still didn't offer to annex the US. I encouraged the youth of the country to continue to press for reform through their vote.

They were already gathering signatures nationwide to lower the voting age to 7. It was a great first step. Give us the vote and we can be powerful.

Can you imagine any of them voting for the abomination that served before Kyrsten?

We may be young, but we are not stupid.

Day 1 in the books. Almost.

I hate to be downer

But I have to finish the story about the daycare, and it was ugly. This is Leslie. Very fucking ugly. We had a kid interview every kid, in their native language. One on one. No distractions. Parents went nuts.

We didn't fucking care. Hell, it was an indicator. If you were aghast at what happened and encouraged your child to share anything they know, we didn't look at you quite the same way as if you bitched and moaned.

I wore Lindy all day. I wasn't letting anyone else near her. Well, at least until Cassie and Luke came and got her.

We also disclosed some new information that day. The land on which the UN resides is the property of Dionysus. We bought it not because of this specific reason, but because of fears of something. That meant I wasn't leading the investigation.

Hill was. Yeah, yeah, it should be DI5, not DI6. Hey, we're lazy. We only have one. But we have Hill. What he, and his young helpers, discovered was devastating. Over half the kids were being regularly abused. The director of the day care and several teachers were a part of it. They covered it up. Completely. The parents were even trading their kids.

It was horrible. The daycare holds 300 children. It's big.

We removed 163 of them from their homes. Yes, we fucking did. No we didn't require court orders or any of that shit. We arrested over 230 people. Over 20 got away.

Not for long. Where would they go that we couldn't find them?

Those people got their first ride into space, but the destination kind of sucked. Our prison. Lawrence had new modules added in hours.

The kids were, of all places, in Prague. All those kids had gone through similar trauma. They're also at one of our schools now, which meant we had every single language covered. All, and I mean all, the kids got together and rearranged room assignments, so every one of these 163 kids had a roommate that spoke their language.

We already had students that spoke the languages of 162 of the 163. We found the best language student in the school. She not only agreed to be that young boy's roommate, but she also learned the rudiments of that language overnight, before he got there. I checked in on them two days later.

She's fluent. I think they might be engaged, too. I'll just roll with that.

One hell of a day.

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