The Call - Chapter 154 - We need help (2021-10-18)
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We need help

We do. We have all kinds of help with the babies and cooking and cleaning, but we finally admitted that we needed someone to manage our lives. Someone available to all four of us. With Mark and Mindy in school now, we just needed help.

So we put an ad up. Not on Craigslist. On the country site. We mentioned we favored students and that NYU was available.

We hired the first two applicants without even interviewing them.

Nova and Nicolo.

Wouldn't you? They moved right into the middle house. I think Freja was mad at us until Nova reminded her that we had plenty of rooms and that the plane flight took 6 minutes.

Well, there is that. One challenging side effect was that their siblings were in and out all the time.

Did I sell that? Are you kidding? They could all move in if they wanted.

I know they're really pushing Benito and Ellie. How cool would that be! Benito isn't going to happen though. He lives in Arkansas. How weird is that?

They are an incredible family, though. Did I mention this is Luke?

I do laugh because as soon as Nova heard about my first day, she made the essay program real. Once a month a winning class will spend the day at the UN. They got a special tour and then I went back to their school and we had lunch and did an assembly. The program promised at least three members of royalty. That wasn't that hard. Hell, just counting princesses and princes, there are seventeen of us. No wait 18. I'll hold Lindy out in case I ever need an emergency third. She could give a nice presentation.

She could. No PowerPoint, of course.

Our program was kind of cool. Our judging wasn't on your writing ability or spelling or grammar. It was about your heart. It wasn't a grading scale we could explain but was one we could apply.

I have little doubt that you understand completely.

We had just finished the tour and were headed back to their school. This was a school from Harlem. We provide buses. Ion powered, of course. I followed them out to the bus just as my guests landed.

Oh, they were getting their three members of royalty.

Mom and Dad got off the plane to cheers from the kids.

But not nearly as big a cheer as the person that followed them off the plane.

Greta.

Followed by Horacio. Technically, Mom and Dad didn't need to come. They really like Greta and Horacio, and they were part of the extended family now. Lesser royalty though.

Oh, I'm kidding. This is all just a hoot. Sometimes Dad just makes someone royalty. He can do that, being the king. He always has a reason, even if he's the only one that knows it. Or understands it. That's more accurate. Dad thinks differently.

It works for him. It works for all of us.

The students were getting their money's worth today. Leslie came walking over with Hunter and Hallie.

We split up on separate buses. I ended up with Mom, who gave me a big hug at the front of the bus.

A few of the kids giggled. You're probably expecting that I was embarrassed.

Nope. We hug. I knew she would. It was a behavior we model. At the school she will hug absolutely anyone that asks for one. The first few schools called her on it, and she laughed.

And kept on hugging.

We didn't ride through the city. That takes too long. The buses all lifted off and flew back to their school.

Which is a shithole. Damn. The facilities suck. Really suck.

"This is not OK. Not OK at all," said Mom. I know that tone. People fear that tone. The principal came to greet us. Mom was on fire.

"Please do not take this personally," said Mom, to the principal. "But this sucks. Talk to me."

"It is the same story in every large city. Tax dollars are allocated by school zone. Our school is here. We get very little money. The schools in Manhattan get so much more," she said.

"That's not OK," said Mom. She pulled out her phone and sent a text. We had a tour, and it was amazing. Incredible teachers and staff that truly loved the kids. The kids loved them. It was surprising what they were doing in shit facilities.

I expected Pari, but it was Shelby that walked up, less than ten minutes after her text.

"This sucks," said Shelby, looking around. The principal was confused but shook it off. Shelby is only 17 and she's one of the oldest people that might have come.

"Buy it," said Mom. "Fix it."

"The school?" said Shelby.

"The school system. Make it right. Buy them all. Have someone look at every school in the US. Put an order together and buy them all. Oh, hell just buy them all without looking. Start with the big cities," said Mom. The principal was just staring at her.

"Will do," said Shelby. She gave Mom and me another hug and walked off. Mom shouted after her.

"Get a crew in here today!" shouted Mom.

Shelby just threw her a thumbs up and kept walking.

Shelby was back before the end of the assembly. She had brought Morgon and Pari with her. About halfway through the assembly, people had walked through with clipboards.

They walked over to us. The principal stood with us.

"It is a complete teardown," said Shelby. "Anything else is a waste of time."

"How long?" asked Mom.

"Tonight," said Shelby. "We will be back up in time for school in the morning." Mom nodded and headed out with them. Pari stayed behind and introduced herself to the principal.

"Welcome to the team," said Pari. "Make sure everyone takes all their personal belongings with them tonight. Everything. We will demo the building at 9 pm."

"Demo the building tonight?" shouted the principal. Well, she is a little excited. "What will we do tomorrow? How? Don't you need permits? Permission? I don't understand anything."

I left her with Pari, and I'll pass the pen.


We need to up our game

Well, we do. LA has gone well. No reason to wait. Pari here. The city accepted our offer for the entire school system. It didn't take long. We overpaid and promised we needed no tax money. That was going to please New Yorkers. They actually did it through their charter school program, where they can sell a school and the buyers turn it into a charter school. No company had bought more than one.

No more to buy now!

I did need to let Luke and Cassie know who I tapped as the Superintendent. They weren't going to be thrilled. She had barely started her new job and I stole her.

Nova.

It was going to be fun to watch. Nova doesn't tolerate slackers. At all. The teacher's union had already screamed that we had to honor their contracts. Actually I'll pass the pen again for a bit. Nova was meeting with the head of the union.

I'll bet that is going to be a story.


More than you know

Nova here. My first question to the head of the union startled him and pissed him off.

"How can you afford a townhouse in Chelsea?" I asked. He turned red and got angry and sputtered.

He got mad and went on quite a rant that it wasn't my business, and he wasn't wasting time with a kid.

"Your focus doesn't seem to be on the kids in the school system either," I said. "They seem to think my question has validity." I pointed over his shoulder to the team walking towards us. Wearing windbreakers.

That said FBI in big letters. I have now heard the Miranda, read from a card, while they were handcuffing him. He was the head of the largest union, so others were still at the table. They weren't going to like me, but I represent the 1.1 million students in the system. A system with a $35 billion budget.

My prediction was that at least 10% was waste. The budget is over $30 million a school. A stupid amount went to other former charter schools. They were going to scream that their charters didn't carry over. Then again neither did any union contracts.

Why did I sign up for this job?

The kids. It is the kids. I actually signed up for a part-time job at Luke and Cassie's.

Well, shit.

Not anymore. I'm scared but competent. That's enough, right? It pretty much describes our world, including Bob and Amy.

Someone came and replaced the dude they arrested. A woman. I wanted to laugh because quick research said she was good and so were all the other union leaders.

"My name is Nova. Thank you all for meeting with me so quickly. I am the new Superintendent of the Dionysus New York school district," I said. I left it there for a moment. Not one of the six women challenged that statement. Well, that's progress, given I am 11.

"There will be many changes in the school system. Our first major project will be to replace the schools. Even the newest schools are inadequate. We replaced Harlem Renaissance High School last night. We anticipate starting with ten schools a week but quickly ramping up and should have all the schools replaced in 10 weeks," I said. "The next part please listen through to the end. It will all sound bad but isn't."

"I gotta ask about the schools. Clearly what you just said is not possible," interrupted one of the women. I admit a little laugh squeezed out.

"I anticipated this. Let's move the meeting quickly and then we can continue," I said. I got up and headed towards the door. I looked back and no one had moved. I waved my arm.

"Come on," I said. They all got up and followed, talking to each other. I could guess what they were saying. What I said sounded nuts. Just nuts. We walked out to a waiting small white bus.

I hope they don't notice Nicolo is driving. We all sat down, and I ensured everyone was belted in. I called up that we were ready. Nicolo tipped his chauffer hat.

Nice touch, bro.

We lifted up in the air to screams from three of the six.

One laughed.

We flew across town and I admit even I was impressed that they had installed this overnight.

"Holy shit," said one of the women. "I was here yesterday. How in the hell is this here?"

I led them off the bus past Nicolo, who was standing by the bus, complete with hat. I am pretty sure he was making a point. The woman that laughed stopped and looked at him.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Have you asked any of the other employees that question?" asked Nicolo.

"No!" she exclaimed. The other women were standing around listening.

"I couldn't do that," she continued.

"So what makes it OK for you to ask me?" asked Nicolo.

"But. But. But," she said.

Nicolo just smiled and waited her out. She finally smiled.

"My mistake. Please accept my apology," she said, formally.

"It is OK. I'm 12. You can ask me anything you want," said Nicolo. "You're in Dionysus."

Every single woman looked at me. I simply nodded.

"You're running the entire system under your rules and educational approach?" asked the informal leader.

"Of course," I said.

"Will you be highlighting the wrestling program?" asked another.

"Still our number one sport," I said. "Nicolo and I are accomplished wrestlers."

Well, we are. That also elicited moans from all six, which felt encouraging. One of the women was surprisingly young. Says the 11 year old. I want her. I do. I glanced at her and she winked and licked her lips. Then she openly scoped out Nicolo.

That felt encouraging.

We walked inside past security. The guard gave me a fist bump and waved us in.

"No metal detectors?" asked one of them.

"You already went through it," I said, leading the way down the hall. We met the principal who, to no surprise, gushed about her new school. She took us on a tour, and I admit it is one hell of a school.

"We will be working with you on retraining everyone. Our programs are not that different. We don't know yet if this school's curriculum will include college classes, but it is likely," I said. "It is an underserved area."

Ah shit. One of the women snorted. I just stared at her.

"There is no point in wasting college programs on these kids," she sputtered.

"What is different about these children?" I asked. Then I waited. She turned bright red. She hemmed and hawed and finally went on a rant. A vicious, racist rant. Wow. While she was, I pressed a button on my watch. Before she was done, security had arrived. I turned to him.

"Remove her from the property. If she tries to enter any school property anywhere, arrest her for trespassing and take her up," I said. He nodded and took her arm. She kept screaming. I turned back with the others and escorted them into a conference room. Catering had arrived so I poured myself a cup of coffee and asked if anyone wanted any. I could tell that one woman wanted to challenge me on the coffee, but she got bonus points for catching herself.

"Let's continue our conversation. Let me do it in a different order than before. I think it will be more palatable," I said. "All employees have 100% medical care. No premiums, no deductibles, no copays. Any doctor, anything. All included for the entire family including the employee's children and parents. Any questions on that?"

They had a few but the answer continued to be free. I did love when one of the women grabbed her own breasts and lifted them up. I admit I laughed.

"Still free," I laughed.

"Well, that's a start," said their ringleader.

"The starting salaries for bachelors, master's, and doctorate employees has gone up too," I said, naming the figures. "With guaranteed raises indexed to the cost of living plus 4%." The difference between the three bands in their old salary scale was less the three thousand dollars. For your doctorate. The difference between master and doctorate starting salaries in our scale was more than the old starting salary.

They all sat back in their seats.

"Anything else?" she asked.

"We have decertified all charter schools and purchased the schools. We will be replacing the schools and rolling them into our curriculum. We will begin immediate training, but it is really quite simple. The programs and grades don't change. We make two basic changes. We add college at most, if not all, high schools. We also decouple ages and grades. I should mention we also own NYU. Children test into classes. You will need to prepare for younger children."

"How young?" asked someone.

"In this school probably no younger than 3. Possibly 2," I said. They just stared at me. Then they laughed.

I just waited them out.

"You're serious," she said. "So you already have your college degree."

I up three fingers.

"Two bachelors and a masters," I said. "I'm starting my doctorate Monday at NYU."

"How old are you again?" she asked.

"11," I said.

"Anything else to share?" asked the leader.

"We don't allow unions," I said. That got their attention and I let them all shout for a bit.

"You can't do that. It's against the law," she said.

"Nope," I said.

"We are not legally in New York anymore," said another woman. She had been paying attention.

"Let's do this. We will give you an option to take to your membership. They can remain in the union with the negotiated contract already in place or they can resign from the union and go on our pay and benefit package. Also be aware that we have a large bonus program. The largest bonuses are available for teaching in schools that need improvement and for the higher rated teachers."

"Higher rated by who?" said their leader.

"Whom," I said, smiling. "By the students, of course."

They all laughed.

I waited them out again.

"You have to be kidding. The kids in this school are violent hustlers," said one. "Other schools are even worse. How can they rate us when they rarely even come to school?"

"There has never been a disciplinary issue in our school system. No detention. No one sent to the principal. No fighting. Nothing," I said. "Not one."

"Sure with a bunch of rich kids," said one.

"That includes over 200 inner city Los Angeles schools," I said. "Oh, and the entire Russian school system is rolling out our program. So is Mexico. Still none."

They stared.

"I don't understand how," said one of the women.

"It is so simple. Really simple. I already shared it. Chronological age means nothing. Just nothing," I said. "What would you be teaching a 11-year-old in your school system?"

"Basic math. Six grade math. Geography. The basic middle school curriculum. Frankly, my biggest effort is on getting them to sit still," she said.

"Because they are bored and capable of more," I said. "I'm the Superintendent of the school system. If you make me sit through basic math, I'd fidget too. My first bachelors is in Math. Are you familiar with the Reimann Hypothesis?" I asked.

"Oh, yes!" said the quietest woman. "The second millennium math challenge to be solved. By a college student!"

"I donated the prize to the Hayden foundation," I said.

They all just stared at me.

"How?" she said. "How could you have that training and knowledge?"

Sometimes you wait them out.

"You already told us," she said.

"How long have you been in the school system?" asked the lead woman.

"I started late. I'm from Austin and our school hasn't been open that long," I said. "I started in the school system less than two years ago."

"Did you already have a bachelor's degree?" asked the quiet woman?

"No. The day before that I was in the 4th grade in the public school system," I said.

They all just stared.

"How?" said another woman.

I just smiled again, and she laughed.

"We keep asking and you keep answering and we can't believe it," she said.

Just then a very small girl walked up with a clipboard.

"Sorry to interrupt but you asked for a status. Everything is operational. My team is moving out. We are speeding up. We will be replacing 23 schools tonight. We will begin ramping up tomorrow," she said.

"Thanks, Jessica," I said. "We appreciate your stepping in and getting it going."

"Always happy to help," she said, just as a crew of a dozen kids wearing the same school uniform walked up. She waved and they all headed out the front door of the school.

"Was that the retired President in that group?" asked the leader. I glanced back and looked.

"Yeah, I guess it was," I said, laughing.

"You have her working on this project," she continued.

"I guess. Jessica picked her team," I said.

"Wait!" shouted the quiet woman who appears to be less quiet now. "Jessica. That was Princess Jessica. Holy shit."

Just then we heard a shout, and a man ran past us towards Jessica's group.

"I'm here," he shouted. They all left the school.

"She asked her dad to help," said the leader.

"But her dad is the King," said another woman. Then the light bulb went on.

"You get shit done," said the leader.

"No," I said. "We do. Your lives as teachers have changed. No more spending your money on your classroom. No more asking kids to bring in supplies. No more rationing freaking copy paper." I looked at the leader.

"What do you teach?" I asked.

"High school chemistry," she said. Perfect. I started walking and headed down the hall and made a right and a left. I knew where I was going. I stopped at a classroom door.

"Class is in session so let's be quiet," I said. We took a quiet walk through the kids working in the chemistry lab. All were in Dionysus school uniforms. The room was quiet, and the kids were focused. They were working in teams and the teams were diverse in ethnicity and age. My guess is 4 to 17.

Yes 4. Day 1.

We walked back out.

"How can they be in uniforms?" said the leader. "None of these kids can afford uniforms."

"They don't have to. They're all issued 7 sets of the uniform and a laundry bag. When they get low on uniforms they bring them to school. We launder and fold them, and they pick them up on their way home. We also provide underwear, socks, shoes, etc. We also provide clothing for any family members, too. Although I admit that once they've been in school a bit, none of the girls wear bras," I said, flipping up my shirt and flashing my tits. Hey, they needed me to shake them up. They did all like my tits. So did the boy walking past when I did it. I did feel bad when he tripped over chair, but it was a nice compliment. A cups, baby.

"Wait," said the leader. "That was the most sophisticated chemistry lab I have ever seen, and I went to MIT. They have a freaking mass spec, and it is the latest model."

"Actually this model isn't on the market yet," I said. "The older models take too long for results to fit in a class period."

"So this is your showcase school," said a woman.

It took me a minute to follow.

"Oh," I said. "I see what you mean but no. All the high schools are like this. Remember this will also be a college with a strong premed program. There are six of those labs. Wait until you see a physics lab." OK, a jaw or two dropped as we were walking. I took them through a door into a large room. A very large room. To the left it was basically a clothing store for uniforms plus everything else you need. There was also a huge section of all different kinds of clothes. There were a few people walking around and shopping. The other half was a small supermarket. A complete area with health and beauty supplies. Even a pharmacy. Some people had carts and were shopping.

"Where are the cash registers?" asked the leader.

I waited again.

"There aren't any," she finally said. Then she pointed. There is an outside door to this room. She turned to me.

"This is open to the public," she said.

I just smiled.

The leader looked at me and raised her arm in the air.

"Fuck unions!" she shouted, and everyone laughed.

"Once we take over a school things change," I said. "Come watch." I led them down to the drama wing. The largest theater held about 70% of the students and staff and another large theater would hold the remainder. We would pipe it in live on the projection system.

8K, of course. Oops, I stand corrected. 16K.

I led my group to seats in the front and took the stage.

"Good morning," I said. I was damn near knocked back by the loud raucous "good morning" that I got in response. The women with me were clearly stunned.

"My name is Nova. I'm the new Superintendent of the Dionysus New York City school system," I said. I had to pause for the screaming and whistling. I finally waved them quiet. I laughed and let them see me laugh. I love it.

"Thank you for that encouraging welcome," I said. "I know you were all briefed about the new approach to schools and that you're attending the first new school."

I had underestimated their enthusiasm and had to wait a moment.

"I promise, this is short," I said, to laughter.

"We are working our way through testing from oldest to youngest. Many of you have already been moved to your new schedule. But I need a favor. A big favor," I said. They were all so focused. I could tell the principal was stunned.

"You see, you're here and that's great. It truly is. But most of you know others that could be or should be that are not," I said. "Please encourage everyone you know to come back and rejoin the school. We don't care if they aged out of the old system. We don't care if you're an adult. We especially don't care if you have gotten in trouble. We don't care if you're here legally or not. All our schools are sanctuaries and once someone steps foot onto our campus they are in our country. I especially ask you to bring those who feel like they got a raw deal or have to work to support their family or take care of their siblings or their elders. We will help you and the people you know so that everyone can get an education.

"That was getting long winded, so I'll leave it at this. If you or anyone you know needs help then ask," I said. "School related or not. You're part of the family now."

"And you're quite a loving family," shouted one boy with a smirk on his face.

"We certainly are," I said. "Did you have a particular suggestion?"

The look on his face was priceless and he quickly sat down.

"OK, teaching moment," I said. "I love a snarky comment as much as anyone else, but that wasn't appropriate. He knows it, so I won't push on it. However, we do value honesty. Be direct. Ask for what you want, and yes, I mean that. Your parents have all signed release forms and give you permission to make your own choices. You know the rules and ages. Just never forget. No means no. Now, does anyone have any questions?"

The same boy jumped up. He gets credit for guts.

"When the program is over, I have a free period. Would please join me in wrestling room?" he asked. I gave him my highest wattage smile. Have you ever heard a few thousand students moan? I was going to blow his mind and likely some other portion of his anatomy.

"What a fantastic question. Polite and to the point. So my answer is yes, absolutely, I would love that," I said. "Assembly adjourned." Everyone just sat for a minute staring. Did they hear what they thought they heard? I guess it was time to make a point. I stepped out from behind the podium.

And stripped. Then I walked out into the audience. I admit I let out quite a laugh, because by the time I got to him, not only was he already naked, but he had neatly folded his clothes and was holding them.

Damn.

I took his hand and led him out of the room to the first wrestling room. Oops. Full. We had to try six more before we found room to even squeeze in. I gave the women credit, they'd followed us for this part of the tour.

Oh, the young union leader was naked. How handy. I took her hand, too, and pulled them to the only open spot. You know exactly how this works. I had her lay down. I got on my knees over her.

Then I wiggled my ass. I turned back.

"The ass wiggle is an invitation to fuck me," I said. And he did. Very well I might add.

My new friend underneath took the facial. OK, my pussy was drenched, too. Just then a boy and girl walked up, holding hands.

Brother and sister.

"Hi, I'm Cloe and this is my brother Davian," she said. Yes, the younger girl was in charge. "I'm only 7, so I can't clean up an adult, but Davian can. He's 10. May we be of service?"

Why yes they could. By the way, the young bold man is Nole and he's 11. My union friend is Hilary, with one L, and she is young for her role at 25.

I glanced around and didn't see any of the other five. They must have been offended.

Oh. Nope. Not offended. Naked and having a hell of a time.

We love our schools.

Oh, you'll hear more from me.


Well, I didn't count on this

Nova again. I just got notified that there is a near riot at one of our schools. Now, before you jump to a conclusion that it is one of the schools in a poor performing neighborhood, it is PS 87. Upper West Side. Right down the street from the American Museum of Natural History.

The kids are not rioting.

The parents are. Mostly the moms. Apparently, they don't want to sign the permission forms and all the local private schools have waiting lists.

Well, darn. They do have one remaining choice. They can home school. Don't get me wrong. The permission slips don't require the kids to do anything. They give the kids permission to do anything. The permission slips empower them.

I'm almost to the school. I was going to just fly up in my normal car, which is a Kia Stinger. I like the Stinger. Peppy and fun, but not very noticeable.

Now, that wouldn't have made my point, now, would it?

So I am about to drop down in my S-88. Think that will make the point?

I dropped down over the parking lot, above the cars already parked. I dropped the stairs into the aisle and ran down them. The stairs folded up and the plane flew away, leaving me standing there being stared at by a bunch of moms holding signs. They're picketing. I could see a few dads, but honestly, they're at the protest because their wife made them. You see the same resigned expression on husbands at Target.

You know exactly what I mean.

I admit, I am surprised that they don't appear to know who I am. They're ignoring me. Now I get it. I'm young and small but come on. I'm 11 now, so not that young. I arrived on a space plane. I almost exactly fit the original description of Alma. I'm 5'4" and thin with A cups. My picture has been plastered on the news and social media, whether I like it or not.

Maybe it is the romper. It is a little small and a little tight. In other words, typical. It does show off my nice A cups well, particularly given my nipples are perpetually hard and I don't wear bras. I don't own a bra. I don't even need one to jog.

Or is it my lack of an entourage? I think most school superintendents would show up with an entourage. Do I need an entourage? What exactly would they do? Let me back up though, to a hilarious meeting I had on my first moment on the job. Yep, a tangent. This one is funny, at least to me, but no sex.

Yet.

I showed up at the office and everyone was really nice. No one commented on my age at all. I suppose at 5'4" it isn't as obvious anymore. I got settled in at my desk and then wondered what the fuck I was supposed to do.

So I asked my lead assistant. I have multiple assistants. Why do I need multiple assistants? I called in Ramon. Oh, you assumed that my lead assistant was a woman.

I admit I was surprised, too. Ramon is a little reserved but appears a bit conflicted. I waved him over to the little seating area I have. Just a couple chairs and a table. We sat down.

"So, Ramon, you know I am completely clueless. I literally need you to tell me what I do for a living," I said. "But before we go there, something is bothering you. I'm a part of Dionysus. We talk it out."

Oh, shit. He looks scared.

"You don't have to tell me anything," I said, quickly. "But nothing you tell me would bother me. Literally nothing. Whatever it is, we would work it out."

"I want to fuck you," he blurted out. "Please."

I'm not sure my laughing helped the situation.

I stood up and pulled my romper off at the shoulders and dropped it to the ground.

I think that implies consent, doesn't it? He gasped, which I took positively.

"Well, you did say please," I said. He looks stricken. I quickly reached down and pulled the romper back on.

"I take it that was a description of your feelings, not an invitation," I said, with a little laugh.

It did seem to break the ice.

"I am very conflicted," said Ramon. "I've never had feelings like this in my life. My husband and I have even discussed it and he has the same feelings!"

My husband. Oh!

"So you're conflicted that you're attracted to a woman," I said.

"A child!" he said, a little loud.

"OK, here's the deal," I said. "You know I'm not a child. You do. You've been through the orientation. I'm adult enough to run this place, so that's not the issue. Is it that I'm a woman?"

"A little," he said. "And that you're my boss."

"You know neither is an obstacle in our world," I said. "It isn't a question of whether I would. I love sex. You're a truly wonderful man and attractive too. So sure, name the time and the place and I'll be there. Hell, I'll bring my brother, Nicolo. You'd enjoy him too."

Ramon's moan implied that was a good suggestion.

"So the question isn't me, or Nicolo," I said. "It is you and your husband and whether your marriage can handle it. You know our separation of sex and love."

I hadn't gotten to the core issue yet.

"I haven't gotten to the issue yet, have I?" I asked. He shook his head no but didn't volunteer more information. What the hell could it be? Ah.

"Do you have kids, Ramon?" I asked. His eyebrows shot up.

"You don't have to share anything about your family," I said.

"We have twins. Rodrigo and Danna. They're 13," he said, with genuine love in his voice.

"Listen," I said. "If your concern is that you're sexually attracted to them, don't be. You don't have to act on it and anything you do with me doesn't reflect on them. It just doesn't. That said, are they in our schools? Have they been tested?"

"They got tested this morning. They're moving to NYU tomorrow," said Ramon, again in his proud voice.

"You absolutely know why they're so smart, right?" I said. He looked at the floor.

"We've suspected," said Ramon.

"And you're conflicted," I said. He nodded.

"Let's do this," I said. "Why don't you and your family come over for lunch on Saturday. No pressure, certainly not required, but get to know all of us. I live with Luke and Cassie."

His moan was pretty deep. I laughed again.

"Yeah, that's the reaction I have too," I said. "The four of us in bed is pretty amazing."

Well, it is. Ramon just stared at me.

"It takes a little getting used to, I suppose," I said. "But it is our normal. It will be good for the kids to know Cassie anyway, since she is the President of NYU."

Oh, Cassie is a trigger.

"Cassie confuses you, too," I said. He nodded.

"Let's take all that away. We'll keep our clothes on and you can get to know us," I said.

"OK," he said, with a smile. I don't think he realizes the power of his smiles.

He might now, given I just vibrated through a pretty damn nice orgasm.

"Are you OK?" said Ramon. I laughed again.

"I just had an orgasm," I said. "From your smile."

His look of shock was bigger than me having an orgasm. What? Ah!

"Your daughter does, too, and you didn't know what was happening," I said. He nodded.

"Oh, that's awesome," I said.

"Awesome?" he said.

"Oh, yeah," I said, about four octaves deeper. Maybe five.

"You'll see," I said. "Noon at our house." I gave him the address.

"Now, what the fuck do I do for a living?" I said.

"You have a budget meeting in ten, a meeting to discuss the purchase of copy paper at 11, and then a working lunch with the mayor at 12," said Ramon.

"I hate meetings," I said. "They're totally unnecessary."

"Unnecessary?" he said. "Your life is one big meeting."

"Nope," I said. "For example, what's the topic of the budget meeting?"

"Whether to cut the track and field program to save money," he said.

"No meeting," I said. "No cuts. None. Budget approvals now come to you. If you think it is a good idea and would be good for the kids or the staff, then approve it."

"Me?" he squeaked.

"Yeah, you," I said. "I hate meetings. And you can't have them either. They can email you for approval. No meetings."

"Up to what authority level?" he said. I laughed again.

"Ask for my approval if you decide to buy Canada," I said. "Other than that, you can do it."

"So I could buy a smaller country," he said, with a smile. Yep, vibrated through another one.

"I'll have to give you smaller smiles," he said.

"Why would you do that?" I said, in a voice that showed I am a little woozy.

"Point taken," he said. "Can you do it to me?"

"Oh, for sure, but it is messy when you're dressed up. A lot more fun when you're naked. It's great for phone sex," I said. Well, it is.

"You know you're weird, right?" said Ramon. I laughed again.

"And yes, smaller countries are fine. I'm partial to Aruba if you want suggestions," I said. "They have nice beaches."

"OK, then," he said. "How would one go about buying Aruba?"

"Let me borrow your phone," I said. He faithfully handed it to me. I opened up the contacts and entered a new one.

"I just added an entry under acquisitions team," I said. "If you think something is worth buying, for the kingdom, text them and they'll buy it."

"Like Aruba," he said. I sent a text on his phone and handed it back.

He looked. I knew he'd look. Just as his phone buzzed.

"You texted Please buy Aruba to this number from my phone," he said.

"Yeah," I said. "What did they reply?"

"On it," he said. Just then another text came through.

"Done," he said.

"Did I just buy Aruba?" he said.

"No, they're just fucking with you. I have to tell them you're authorized first," I said. I pulled out my phone and did just that.

"OK. Funny," he said, in a voice that made it clear it wasn't funny. "I'll just delete the entry."

"No!" I said. "I meant what I said. If you send that now, they'll actually buy Aruba for you."

He typed for a minute and then smiled at me. He got a reply, which made him smile, too.

"Did you buy Aruba?" I asked. He laughed.

"No, I texted Jiro about this weekend. He's very excited. He's a Royal watcher, so meeting Luke and Cassie is a dream," said Ramon.

"Anyone in particular strike his fancy? I can invite them," I said. "No promises, but I can try."

"Chris," he said.

"OK," I said.

"And Noah," he added, with a bit of a moan.

"They're fun together," I said.

"Do you mean in general or was that a double entendre?" asked Ramon.

"Yes," I said, with a smile. Uh oh. Got him close.

"Sorry," I said.

"Not sorry," he replied. Then he gave me his best smile.

It took a bit to recover.

"So let's get back on topic," I said. "Let's look at today's calendar. What's left if we eliminate meetings related to funding? Those are just done."

He looked at his iPad and made some changes.

"You have lunch with the Mayor," he said.

"That's it?" I said. He nodded.

"Pretty much cleared your calendar for a week," he laughed.

"Let's clear yours, too," I said. "What's the average request in a meeting like that?"

"I track that," he said, looking at his iPad. "$3,233."

"Everyone in the school system now has a $25,000 limit," I said. "If what they believe they need is less than that, it is approved."

Ramon just looked at me.

"That would completely blow our budget!" he said.

"What budget?" I said. "Have you seen a budget since we bought the school system? We don't budget. We let people make good decisions and it works out."

"People will steal," he said.

"People that are making the money our team makes don't need to steal," I said. "They might, I suppose, but the losses will be low, and we'll find out."

"How?" asked Ramon.

I wasn't ready to go there that we'll just know, so I stayed quiet.

"You should head over to the mayor's office," he said.

"OK, let's go," I said.

"I can show you the way and come back," said Ramon.

I laughed. He still doesn't get it.

"You still don't get it," I said. "Let's make it clearer. You are officially the Chief of Staff of the New York City School district." I threw out a salary that felt right.

He almost fainted.

"You can't do that!" said Ramon. "There are rules and salary scales and unions."

I waited him out. It took a bit.

"None of that is true," he said. "But how can you do it? Don't you need to ask someone? Don't you have a boss?"

"Yes, I have a boss, but I don't need to ask someone," I said. "None of us do. It is hard to understand, early in your Dionysus relationship, but it works. We know what to do. I know that I don't have a freaking clue what I am doing, and you do. Therefore, I need a knowledgeable Chief of Staff. That's you. You, in this role, have the complete authority I do. You're my doppelganger."

"Worst doppelganger ever," he said, laughing. Now I'm laughing. I got up.

"Lead the way," I said. As we walked out of my office, I saw Floreal, who is the most senior of the administrative assistants not named Ramon. I like her a lot.

"Floreal, can you call the Mayor's office and let them know that I'm bringing my new Chief of Staff?" I said.

"You have a new Chief of Staff? I can't wait to meet them," said Floreal, in French. I'd said it in French to her, out of curiosity.

Ramon clearly understood me, too.

Ramon is also catching on. He stayed as silent as I did. It took her a moment.

"Well, duh," she said. "What was I thinking? Congratulations, Ramon." Oh, there's an undercurrent there. We headed out and had the elevator to ourselves.

"What's up with Floreal? There's something under the surface there," I said.

"Floreal likes me, more than just as an office mate. She made it clear early on, and when I told her I was married, she backed off. She's really good about it, but occasionally it seeps through," said Ramon. "Actually, Jiro really likes her, too. In different circumstances, both of us might have asked her out."

I just looked at him. The lightbulb hit just as the doors opened. We stepped out just as a young woman was about to step on.

"Oh, great," she said. "Any chance you're Ramon?" He acknowledged he is. She handed him an envelope and turned to walk away. I waited until she was almost to the door.

"Thanks, Jessica," I said. She just threw a little wave and walked out the door. Ramon just stood there with his jaw on the floor.

I moved him out of the way.

"That was Princess Jessica," he said, with awe in his voice.

"Oh, God," I said. "Try not to let that tone creep in the next time you see her. She hates the royalty shtick."

"Next time?" he said, choking up a bit. I just nodded at the envelope. He tore it open and pulled out four passports.

Jessica is quite efficient. He opened them up.

"These are Dionysus passports. Diplomatic passports. For me. For Jori. Even for Danna and Rodrigo. How? Why?" he said.

"You left out what, where, and when," I said, laughing.

"Look at the issued date," I said, guessing.

"These are dated almost four months ago," he said. "Before you bought the school system."

"Jessica knows things," I said.

"So does Danna. We don't know how or why," said Ramon. "She just does."

"She's powerful," I said, and regretted it as soon as it came out. Well, here we go.

"Powerful? What do you mean?" said Ramon.

"Some people are powerful. They know things that others don't know. They don't know why they know it, or always know everything, but they know to act on it," I said. "Jessica, bar none, is the most powerful."

He thought about it for a bit.

"She's never been wrong. We've come to rely on it. Just last week, I was considering moving our savings, little as they are, to a new financial advisor. Danna put her foot down and told me not to do it." said Ramon. "The next day he was indicted for running a pyramid scheme. All his clients lost everything."

"What has she suggested that you haven't done?" I asked. He was hesitant.

"Remember, you never have to answer," I said. He smiled.

"I know, but I feel comfortable talking about this with you. She wants the four of us to visit their school," said Ramon.

"Why wouldn't you do that?" I said.

"She wants us to visit the wrestling room," he said, with a mix of concern and lust. It's a hard mix to hear in a tone, but it was there.

"Do you want to?" I asked.

"More than anything I've ever done in my life," he said.

"You'll get there. It might take a while," I said. "Just roll with it. It is a motto in the kingdom. When you're not sure about something, let it roll around in your head for a bit. You'll know."

"I already do," he said, softly.

"Would it help to have someone go with you? Nicolo and I would go. Really, anyone you pick would go. Heck, Chris and Noah sure would. They'd enjoy you all," I said.

"Enjoy?" he said, with, well, interest.

"Yeah, enjoy, and you damn well know what I mean," I said. Which is why we walked up to the security desk just as Ramon moaned. Which for some reason, made the guard moan, too. Possibly because Ramon is pretty visibly hard. He just smiled and shrugged.

"You never want to waste a good moan," he said, giving Ramon a simply killer smile.

Good idea to close your eyes, Ramon.

We headed upstairs and he led the way to the Mayor's office. We walked in and the young man behind the desk stood up to greet us.

The young Japanese man.

I started laughing. Well, I did. I stuck my hand out.

"Pleased to meet you, Jiro," I said. He looked shocked. Ramon looked shocked. They both looked at me.

"I just knew," I said. Jiro's eyebrows hit the ceiling.

"Just like Danna," I said.

Ramon is smiling. Jiro is confused.

Life is fun.

"We'll talk later," I said, to Jiro. I turned just as the Mayor came out of his office. Another generic old white dude. Nothing against white dudes.

Nothing at all.

But they're preponderance in politics is annoying. And yes, I managed to use the word preponderance.

Superintendent and all.

"It is such a pleasure to meet you," said the Mayor. He didn't even stick out his hand.

So I did. I saw it in his eyes. Briefly.

Disdain.

"Doesn't really appear like it is," I said. "You are both annoyed by me and underestimating me. I'll be sharing that with Chris."

This time the look was fear.

"Chris," he choked out.

Ramon couldn't quite hide the snort. I'll give him a break.

This time.

We went right into his private dining room. He'd brought a whole cadre of minions.

Come on. Cadre of minions.

We spent the entire lunch hearing how great the mayor is.

>From the mayor.

Thank goodness we're just before the filing deadline.

I think Nicolo is bored. No, he's not with us.

He should run for mayor.

We were finally able to make an exit and literally talked about nothing meaningful. The dude is a douche, and I don't use douche lightly. He's even the party we favor.

Still a douche.

I'll fix it. Hey, Rachel and Ray live here. They could do it if Nicolo doesn't want to.


A little pissed at Trevor

Let me tell you the story. This is Pari. I'm going on the Daily Show tonight, to talk about our next steps past Los Angeles. Miguell and Ruby are with me. Honestly, I tried to get out of it. It is not my project, but for some reason the Daily Show wanted all three of us. Ruby pushed me to do it.

"Come on," said Ruby. "You love Trevor." I admit, I laughed. No, I have never experienced Trevor, although he knows it is an open invitation.

I wish.

We got to the studio and are pretty familiar with what goes on. We know all the cast and crew and spent a solid hour hugging everyone and catching up. Yes, we got there early. The writers love to quiz us on anything they can use in a segment. I'm really tempted to take them to Nibiru. They could write about it all they want, but no one would believe them.

Trevor did his monologue and off we went. These are fun interviews because they're so damn upbeat.

Or they used to be. I'm freaking hot now, and I don't mean that in a good way.

You see, Trevor popped a picture on the screen of me standing on the stage at Staples Center.

Right after I dropped the sundress. I admit I laughed that they'd covered the naughty bits, including my nipples. What is up with American's weird relationship with nipples?

"We discovered a video floating around the internet. This is one of the cleanest frames we could find. We thought you'd like to react," said Trevor.

I took a moment to compose myself.

"This isn't going to go well for you, Trevor," I said, in a voice that set him back a bit. "I don't know if you were going for serious news or comedy but either way, you're out of bounds. I am pretty confident you don't have my permission to be showing that image. What gives you the right to display a stolen image? I am also 12."

I don't think that was the reaction he expected. Or that anyone thought of the whole she is 12-years-old thing.

"Well, uh, public domain," he said and blathered a few more words.

"So if I had Rylee hack into your phone and laptop and every other piece of equipment you own and everyone you've ever dated, would we find anything?" I asked.

"You couldn't do that. You wouldn't do that," he said.

"Well, in the first case, we could. How many companies did Bob and Rylee take down by sifting through the data?" I asked. "You cannot possibly believe that they would even be slowed down by whatever security you have. And in the second case, you're absolutely right. I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't take stolen images of you and publish and display them, even if I had them. Because that is just not done. What was your goal here, Trevor? Was it serious news that you wanted to blindside me with? Or was it shock value? Maybe a joke? What was your goal?"

I gave him credit. He sat there, obviously thinking, leaving dead air. Finally he responded.

"I don't know. Somehow it came up in the writer's meeting and we ran with it. I guess we never thought through the implications. It was stupid. Please accept my apology," said Trevor. "Entirely on me."

I gave him a big smile and damn near pushed him over. I was so tempted. Let him go home sticky.

But that would have been me doing to him a bit of what he did to me.

So I kept him on the edge for a bit, then backed off.

"Apology accepted. What's the point of a good rant if you don't accept the apology? I do believe it was sincere, too," I said. "I look at it this way. Everyone makes mistakes. Own it and apologize and we'll all accept it."

With that, we went into an interview and I kept my damn mouth shut. So did Ruby. Miguell was the star. He's passionate, and snarky, and funny, and sexy. Yeah, I like Miguell. We all like Miguell.

He and Trevor really clicked. Miguell walked through the program in Tampa and LA and put out an impassioned plea for gang leaders around the US to reach out. The Daily Show even put up a card with an email address and a cellphone number. Email or text. Yeah, there would be a lot of bullshit come through, but if there was one real contact, it was worth it.

I'll be the scribe for a bit.

"So tell me about the program and why it is working," said Trevor, to Ruby and Miguell. Ruby just smiled at Trevor. Poor guy. He keeps getting right to the edge.

"It is really quite simple," said Miguell. "Other programs to eradicate gangs focus on the symptoms and those symptoms were pretty brutal. Drugs, forced prostitution, guns, murders. It is simply a terrible situation. The challenge was, all they brought to the effort was a stick. They were going after those that were profiting without making any effort to understand the systemic issues that led to the situation. In reality, they had other tools and chose not to use them because their stick accomplished their goal. Marginalizing people of color has been an activity since the Nixon administration and there are numerous studies that support that conclusion. Unfortunately for those of us affected, they had the power, and we didn't, and gangs were good for them. They literally didn't care, or worse, liked it when we killed each other."

"Those are some pretty strong allegations," said Trevor. Miguell looked at Ruby. This was a handoff. It has more power coming from Ruby. She's seen as clean even if she isn't white.

"Provable allegations, Trevor," said Ruby. "Since the US criminal justice system won't deal with it, we're going to be using the civil courts to do so. The criminal courts, in a surprising number of locales, are rife with the problem. Please don't take this as an attack on law enforcement. Most in the field are truly wonderful people and we hope that as we make progress they'll come forward and help. The problem is bigger than that. It is the politicians, the business people that hold the purse strings, and, yes, the judicial system. So we'll use the civil court system to sue them for civil rights violations. In the process, we'll be publicly releasing our proof. Trevor, we're going to take down some pretty powerful people in this country and in doing so will unmask the problem.

"That will be progress, but still leave the underlying problem of a marginalized community with little opportunity for success. But let me pass the mic back to Miguell to talk about what we're going to do to change the underlying circumstances for millions of people."

"We have a multi-step process," said Miguell. "Our success in Tampa has been duplicated with fantastic results in Los Angeles. There are three major components to the program. The first, and most important, is schools and I'll defer to Pari on the topic but jump into the next two. The second is affordable housing. In Tampa, and then in LA, the Hayden foundation funded the purchases of literally thousands of homes and apartment complexes. Most needed significant repairs, just like almost all real estate in less fortunate areas. The properties were made available to people that agreed to fix them up and Hayden supplied not only all the building materials, but the training in how to do the work. We have literally thousands of people that are newly certified in all aspects of construction. The people that do the work are given the opportunity to own a home or an apartment for their efforts. Just their efforts. All because of the country of Dionysus. The last program revolves around jobs. As you know, the kingdom now owns many of the larger companies. They've opened up training programs that build off the schools and the unemployment rate in the areas of Los Angeles in which we are working is under 3%. We're encouraging people to move into the community because we have more jobs, that pay well, than we do people. But the foundation of the entire program is education, so Pari is going to jump in."

"The program we implemented in Los Angeles involved our purchasing 125 schools. You may be familiar with the meeting with the teachers and administrators. I believe you have some pictures of the event," I said. Yeah, twist the knife. "The graduation rate in the areas in which we own the educational system is nearing 100% and I don't mean a GED or even high school. Our graduates come out with college degrees, usually advanced degrees, and the median age of someone getting their masters is now 11 and we expect it to go down. Now, we also recognize that college isn't the right choice for some people, which is why we have trades programs, too. I should mention one interesting statistic. The three counties in the US with the highest average income are counties surrounding DC. The suburbs. Think that one through. People are getting rich from their association with your federal government. The highest has a median income of a little over $134,000. If you draw the line around our school district and calculate the median income within that area, it is $212,567, as of yesterday, and it is climbing," I said. "Our program is working."

"You should ask Miguell about the crime rate," said Ruby. Trevor smiled and did just that.

"Nearing zero in the same area," said Miguell. "Actually zero for the last 3 months and we're hopeful, even confident, it will stay there."

"Did you say zero?" said Trevor, with surprise.

"Yes," said Miguell. "One of the first things we do is subsidize the police training academy and ensure that people from the local community have spots. Our people are patrolling our neighborhoods and doing a damn fine job of it. The role of the police has changed. They're involved in the community. They help out where they can. All police officers in our communities are required to complete their master's in counseling, because it is a big part of the job. It's really quite simple. The crime rate is down in Tampa and LA because they're proud of their community. It's self-policing. The community just won't put up with it. We've virtually eliminated guns in the community, too."

Author's note: I wrote that previous paragraph months before George Floyd was killed. It isn't seeing the future. It is seeing the obvious. Please understand I strongly support the police. I do not support the systemic racism that is imbedded in too many departments and my family has personally experienced it. /ENDRANT

"How did you do that?" said Trevor.

"With a buy-back program that Emma runs," said Ruby. "Although no one really needs that money anymore. Richest community in the United States. You really need to bring Edwin on the show. Drill down into the success of LA."

"I agree," said Miguell. "He's funny as hell, too."

"The former head of MS-13 is funny," said Trevor.

"Freaking hilarious," said Ruby. Ruby smiled at Trevor. No one has more control than Ruby. Well, maybe Jessica, but you get my point. Right at the edge and held him there. For a long time.

"So what are your next steps?" asked Trevor, in a slightly shaky voice.

"It's simple. Expand the program. Dramatically. Every community. To do that, we need gang leaders to step up. Their role is critical. They're performing it today, by bringing people together into a structure. They're just doing it with the wrong tools. They're forced to. They are the only tools they have. We're ready to bring what they need to turn their community around. Capital, jobs, housing, and education. Reach out to us. If you're ready to step up, we'll back you."

"How much did the program in LA cost?" said Trevor.

"We look at it in two pieces," said Miguell. "If you exclude education, the program is quickly self-sustaining. That's the cool part. Or one of the cool parts."

"What about education?" asked Trevor, of me.

"You have to understand how we view it," I said. "It is an investment in the world. We spent about a half billion on the schools we own. They cost us about a billion a year to run. No wait, triple that now that we bought the New York schools. You can look at it as a gift or an investment. We're hiring almost everyone out of our school system into one job or another, including teaching in our school system. So if you look at it as an investment, our return is stratospheric. You can measure the tangibles, and it certainly contributes to the businesses that we own, but if you consider the intangibles, it is amazing."

"One thing I don't believe has been mentioned," said Miguell. "Is that we've taken the entire community off the grid. Every home, every apartment, every business, school, hospital, and more have been converted to ion-power. Everything. If you've seen most inner city communities, they're crisscrossed with ugly power lines. Not ours. They're all gone. The entire community has access to the internet, and it is free. All wireless. It really makes the community more attractive. Our entire community is carbon negative by so much that we offset the carbon production of the rest of LA county. That's part of the program. No electric bill. We're installing new technology for water and sewer, too, which allows for onsite reclamation of water. Water bills go down. We've got community farms that are amazing."

"How about this," said Ruby. "You pick the day, and we can do your show in the community in LA. We'll fly your crew out and do the show. Make it a Friday and everyone can spend the weekend. Our treat."

"That sounds cool," said Trevor. "But tough to do. It's a day out and a day back."

OK, we all laughed.

"It's an eleven-minute flight, Trevor," said Ruby. "We can even take your entire crew into space. Maybe that's another episode."

Trevor just stared at her. For too long. Then again, he was staring at Ruby.

"OK," he said. "We're in."

Finally the segment was winding down and Trevor looked, well, strained. He kept glancing at me.

"Ask it," I said. "I might not answer but ask."

"You didn't deny they were you," said Trevor.

"Oh, they're me," I said. "Honestly, I don't care if someone looks at them. Watch the whole video if you want. I'm an attractive sexual woman clearly enjoying what I was doing. You just can't make the decision to release them for me. I looked good, didn't I?"

Trevor clearly didn't want to answer.

Good for you, Trevor. He wound down the interview and we were done. I leaned over and spoke to him quietly.

"You don't have to just masturbate to my picture, Trevor," I said. "Spend the night with me. Hell, I'll bring Bob and Amy if you want."

You would have thought that the concept of a hot mic would have crossed my mind. Yep. Leaked. Fast enough that when the three of us left the building, there was a camera crew. The typical stunning blonde with a mic.

"Excuse me," she shouted, although she didn't really mean it. "We have leaked video of you propositioning Trevor Noah and including Queen Amy and King Bob in the offer."

I just crossed my arms across my chest and smiled.

And waited.

"Do you have a response?" she said.

"To what?" I said. "You didn't ask me a question."

"To our having the recording," she said.

"Seems like an invasion of privacy to me," I said. "Do you have Trevor's permission to have the recording?"

"Um, no," she said, a little flustered.

"Well, you don't have mine. I forget, is that a misdemeanor or felony to which you just confessed?" I said.

"Then you don't deny the recording," she said, blustering through.

"I have no idea if you have a recording. Why are you asking me if you're the one that has it?" I said.

"Oh, we have it," she said, with some pride.

"You just keep confessing. That seems odd," I said. "Have a nice day." I stepped around her.

"Wait, you never answered the question!" she shouted.

"You still haven't asked a question," I said. "You're very confusing for an interviewer."

Ruby wasn't helping given she was laughing. Miguell was just smiling and noddin'.

Thanks, guys.

"Did you proposition Trevor Noah and offer that Queen Amy and King Bob would join you?" she said, with some force.

"How many partners have you slept with in your life?" I asked.

"You can't ask me that!" she said.

"Why not?" I asked. "How come you're the only one that gets to ask questions?"

"That's the way it works!" she said.

"Nope," I said, and turned to walk away.

I walked slowly and waited until the camera was off and her mic stowed, then I turned back.

"It would be fucking spectacular," I said, with a smile.

The funny thing is that I still didn't answer the question.


Space on the way back

Pari here. As promised, we're doing a walkthrough of South Central LA with Trevor and the Daily Show team. I had to laugh, because Trevor called me and asked what the limit was for number of people. They all wanted to go in space.

"Well, my larger space plane only holds 24," I said.

"Your larger space plane only holds 24," said Trevor. "You have more than one space plane?"

"Personally?" I asked. "Three. An S-88, an E-82, and an F-87."

"Aren't the F planes fighters?" asked Trevor.

"Yes," I said. "You have to know everyone anywhere near the royal family is also an accomplished fighter pilot."

"I did not know that," he said. "You do intrigue me, Pari."

"What's holding you back?" I asked.

"Habit? Background? Personal beliefs?" he said. "I don't know."

"Does seeing sex at the edge of your boundaries, and probably over, freak you out?" I asked.

"How in the world would I know?" he said.

"Point taken," I said. "How about this. We're staying the weekend out on San Clemente island. We have a school out there. A pretty big one. It's a boarding school."

"You have a boarding school on an island off the coast of LA," said Trevor. We have kept it surprisingly quiet.

"Sure," I said. "Technically it is Eliville, California."

"Eliville," said Trevor. "Who is Eli?"

"The mayor of Eliville, of course," I said.

"Why do I feel like I am in a Dr. Suess book?" asked Trevor.

"Yeah, that happens a lot. We're not sure why," I said. "Except our books have way more sex in them."

"That was cruel," said Trevor.

"Trevor, that was not cruel," I said. "It is entirely up to you. If you reach the point, with confidence, you know there is an open invitation. We can be naked and horizontal in 15 minutes." He laughed.

"As long as we're nearby," he said.

"You're still not getting it," I said. "No one appears to quite get it. If I am in Sydney, on our nude beach, and you're in New York, I can be at your apartment in less than 15 minutes. If I am off planet it is even faster."

"If I am off planet it is even faster," said Trevor.

I just stayed quiet. I shouldn't have gone there. Although Nibiru...

"I'm working on it. Maybe I'll never get there, to my own disappointment. I would welcome the opportunity to go to your island school city thing," he said. "Do I get to meet Eli?"

"Sure," I said. "He'll fuck ya if you'd like. Unless you'd prefer to fuck him. Or both. I'd help."

"Oh, come on," said Trevor. "You're just being outrageous."

"Trevor, I'm not," I said. "We've talked about the sexuality continuum. If you're nice to me and say please I will pretty much fuck everyone. I love sex!"

"Me too," said Trevor. "But not getting much."

"Still your choice," I said. "There is not a single person that you have met that wouldn't get into bed with you. Some might be a little young to do it right now, but it doesn't mean they don't want to. There are over 12,000 students at the school. The community, including the students, is over 30,000 people now. All of which is considered Dionysus soil. All under our rules. Of those, easily 27,000 or more are entirely legal for you and every single one would get in bed with you."

"Sure," said Trevor. "My choice of 27,000 people, from what, 11 and up?"

"Nine," I said.

"Nine," he said. "So Tegan and Carlina."

"Oh, yeah," I said. "Together. Although you might not survive. But you should really invite Luca and Gabe, too. If you've never experimented with another man, there are absolutely no better teachers than the four of them."

"Not even Bob, Amy, and you?" said Trevor.

"OK, maybe a tie," I said.

"Let's get back on track. Yes, I'll spend the weekend and I'm sure if it freaks me out, you'll take me home," said Trevor.

"You know that's true," I said.

"Oh, yeah," said Trevor. "I do. You're good people."

"Back to your team. How many?" I asked.

"Counting me, 153," he said.

"I'll just borrow Bob's C-80," I said. "It will hold that many easily."

"You're intriguing, Pari," said Trevor, with an undercurrent of lust.

"No, I'm really not," I said. "I'm just a normal young woman in a world you don't quite understand. I am literally nothing special."

"Pari," said Noah. "You're very special. The fact that you don't see that you're special makes you more special and now I am speaking in Dr. Suess rhymes."

OK, we got a laugh out of that.

"Thank you for the compliment, but there are so many people doing great things," I said. "Heck, Eli is 14 and he's the mayor of Eliville. He's also engaged to Xiomara, who is 9. The wedding is coming up soon."

"The 14-year-old Mayor of Eliville will soon marry his 9-year-old bride," said Noah.

He didn't ask a question, now did he?


Trevor in space

Pari is a hoot. My name is Trevor. I think you know me, and I suspect the fact I am posting in the journal might be a bit of a spoiler. It all started the day after the show when she called about planning the weekend trip. The only time we could meet was pretty early in the morning, but I told her I'd open the office up for us.

"Trevor," said Pari, in a stern voice. "Why the fuck would you open the building. We can meet at your apartment or one of ours."

I hesitated.

"Trevor, we can control ourselves. We're responsible adults. Being in a room together is not going to lead to anything unless we both want to and agree to it. You're not freaking Pence," she said. If you don't get the reference, VP Pence wouldn't be alone with a woman.

"OK," I said. "Either is fine with me."

"I'll come to you," said Pari. "That way we'll be on your turf. It should be a little more comfortable."

We finished the call and agreed on 8 tomorrow morning. I realized I hadn't given her the address and texted it to her.

"You really thought I didn't know your address?" replied Pari. "How cute."

How do I take that? I think she meant that they pretty much know everything about everyone.

I am pretty confident of that.

Now, she will be here in about 10 minutes. I admit I am restless. I didn't sleep well last night at all. The conflict in me is enormous. There is no question that Pari turns me on, and I don't just mean sexually. She's the whole package.

She's also 12.

And an adult.

It is confusing. I finally reached the point that I realized the one thing that was the final barrier.

Pari's here. Leave it to Pari to make an entrance. She's standing on the patio of my apartment, knocking on the glass door. Behind her is a space plane, with its stairs on the patio. As I walked over, the stairs folded up and the plane flew away.

Without any pilots.

I opened the door and Pari walked in.

"That's just normal to you," I said, to Pari. She laughed.

"Easiest way to get here," said Pari. "It's hard to find a spot to get out on the ground. We can float over traffic, but it freaks people out a bit."

"As opposed to the empty plane hovering outside my apartment," I said, to another adorable laugh.

"Yeah, what can I say," said Pari.

Who is barely wearing clothes. She has on tiny gym shorts, made out of what I think is terry cloth. She's wearing a sports bra that is thin, unlined, and a bit sheer. That's it. She's even barefoot.

"Are you trying to tempt me?" I asked to another Pari laugh.

"Maybe," she said, with a smile. "Although honestly, no. I like to be comfortable, and these clothes are comfortable. I don't wear clothes often."

"You don't wear clothes often," I said. She smiled.

I am now hard as a rock. Oh, I was already hard, but the smile made it just a little harder.

Didn't know that was possible.

"Trevor, you know we don't," said Pari. "You know all the rumors. We've never denied any because they are all pretty much true. Naked all the time. Spontaneous blowjobs in the cereal aisle. Hell, I was out for a run and saw a cute guy and he bent me over a park bench. It did chafe a bit after, because I finished my run with his cum dripping down my leg."

"And that's a true story," I said.

"Yes!" said Pari. "Sex is incredible. Sex with our soulmate is stratospheric, but sex with others is fun and healthy and encouraged. I ran right home and told Bob and Amy and we ended up in bed for two hours. With the jogger!"

"I am confused," I said.

"Then let's just drop it," said Pari. "We need to plan for the trip. It is why I am here."

"Not sure I want to drop it," I said, softly.

I got another smile. Damn, that was close.

"You're edging me with your smile," I said, and Pari just nodded. She held up a finger and pulled out her phone and freaking unfolded it into a tablet. She touched some buttons and waved me over. She is in a video call with Queen Amy. Who is lying on a nice lounge, outside somewhere, and entirely naked.

"I need to do a demonstration," said Pari, and Amy laughed.

Suddenly Amy is just thrashing across the lounge. I've seen a women in a powerful orgasm, but nothing like this. I saw Bob walk up and stand at the end of the lounge, just as Amy simply covered him with a squirt.

Bob is sexy AF. Oh, he's naked and hard.

Now we appear to be watching Bob power fuck Amy. They both smiled at us.

"Not sure what's holding you back, Trevor," said Amy. "But if it is Pari's relationship with us, don't let that slow you. Have fun and soon the four of us will spend a weekend together, if you want."

The screen blacked out and I turned to Pari.

"I would like to spend time in bed with you," I said. "I realized what held me back was Bob and Amy, and that's clearly not the issue I thought it would be."

I admit I did not expect Pari to pull her bra over her head and shimmy out of her shorts.

It was an impressive shimmy.

"Pari, get dressed," I said. "You're going to get me arrested."

"Nope," said Pari. "I bought the building. It is a consulate now."

"You bought the building," I said.

"I think it is a good investment," said Pari. "Which is handy, because I bought it so we could fuck."

She walked over and put her hands on the waistband of my shorts. I'm in athletic shorts and a polo.

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

She pushed my shorts down to the floor and dropped to her knees and simply engulfed me in her mouth.

OMG.

She got me close and pulled off.

I barely made it.

"Would you like to use them all up with me or use up two or three with me and then invite a few friends to join in?" asked Pari. "Name your Top 5. Men and women."

"Men?" I said, and she just raised her eyebrows.

I have been curious.

"Don't count Amy and Bob," said Pari. "Consider them free. Nine and above."

"Nine," I said. She nodded.

I shouldn't already have a list going that low, but I already have a list going that low.

"Tegan, Carlina, Orlando, Chris, Noah," I said. I can't believe I said. "But does that work? Orlando and Chris with Bob and Amy?"

Pari laughed.

"Regularly," said Pari. "You should see Orlando and Bob power fuck each other. Oh, you will see them power fuck each other."

I think my moan implied interest.

"I've never..." I said. Pari just beamed at me.

"Oh, they're great teachers," said Pari.

"But you'll get Carlina with Tegan, and she'll bring Gabe and Luca. You'll get Grace and Valeria with Orlando. Chris will already bring Noah. Two more," said Pari.

"Valeria?" I said.

"Yeah and she's pregnant, so pretty insatiable," said Pari. "Two more."

"Ruby and Leslie," I said.

"Well played," said Pari. "That will get you Tomas, Amara, and Tavi, along with Hunter and Hallie."

"Will I survive?" I asked. It came out with a tinge of worry.

"Sure," said Pari. "Because you set your limits. You know that. We'll meet them all at 1300 at one of our apartments."

"One of," I said, and Pari just cocked her head.

"So you're going to invite them?" I said.

"I already did," said Pari.

"When?" I said.

"I'm trusting you here, Trevor," said Pari. "I talked to them telepathically. Actually, I talked to Mary Lou and she arranged everyone. Oh, and I invited Mary Lou and Amy Lou. They're 12-year-old identical twins. You'll enjoy them."

She reached over and closed my jaw. Then she finished undressing me. She led me into the bedroom, by my cock. She pushed me back on the bed and climbed up and sat on my legs.

"You only get to make this decision once. If you have even the slightest doubt, let's get dressed," said Pari. I reached down and lifted her up, to a laugh from her. She lifted my cock and positioned it at just the right spot. I started to lower her slowly and she tickled me.

Causing me to drop her. She just slammed down on my cock.

This might be the best feeling I have ever felt in my life. She leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"You feel pretty great, too," she said, as she started sliding up and down on my cock.

Freaking heaven.

"I won't last long," I said.

"Cum in me," said Pari, and that was all it took. I just kept pumping and pumping until some leaked out back onto me cock.

Pari lifted up and off and turned around. She straddled me and started licking my cock and balls clean. Her position left her pussy, glistening with my cum, right in front of my face.

"Your call," said Pari. "Clean me up if there is an interest. We like it when you suck out the cum and kiss it to us. Bob really likes it."

"When he licks you out?" I asked.

"Yes, but what I meant was when I lick him out," said Pari.

Pari realized what was happening and engulfed my cock. I filled up her mouth. She spun in place and showed it to me on her tongue.

I found myself nodding. She kissed me and pushed my own cum into my mouth, along with her tongue.

Wow.

My life may never be the same.


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Character information

Name Chapters Age Description when introduced Stats when introduced
Bob All 28 Dad 6'2" (188 cm) - Swimmer's body, 6-inch (15 cm) cut average cock
Amy All 26 Mom (and the Nanny, to start) 5'1" (155 cm) - Bright red hair, C cup
Morgan All 20 The oldest of the new kids 5'5" (165 cm) - Dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
Orlando All 18 The middle child and the only boy 5'0" (152 cm) -- Dirty blonde, 6-inch (15 cm) cut thick cock
Leslie All 16 The youngest 4'6" (137 cm) -- Brown hair, flat-chested
Chris 6,8,11,14-154 16 Boat sales person but becomes more 4'11" (150 cm) -- Slim, glorious puffy nipples
Hunter 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,36,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-86,90-91,93-94,96,98-99,101-102,104-105,109-112,114-117,121-123,129,132,134-136,138-140,142-144,146-148,150-154 16 Leslie's new friend 5'0" (152 cm) - Dark blonde hair, cute as hell, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Hallie 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-64,66,69,71-74,76,79-85,89-91,93-94,98-99,101-102,104-105,109-112,115-117,121-123,132,134-136,138-140,143,146-148,150-154 16 Hunter's twin sister 4'8" (142 cm) - Dark blonde hair, small A cup
Valeria 2,27,47,70,75,77,82-84,90-92,95,98,110,124,132,134-135,140,146,148-149,154 21 Juan and Sofia's oldest daughter 5'5" (165 cm) -- Dark hair, gorgeous, C cup
Gabe 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-52,54,56-59,61-63,65-76,79-105,107,109-114,116-117,119,123-124,126-130,132,136,138-140,142-143,145,148-150,153-154 16 Juanita's brother 5'6" (168 cm) -- Cute AF, 5-inch (13 cm) cock
Ruby 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-47,49-58,61,63-74,76-93,95,95-96,98-132,134,136,138,140-141,144-154 14 Juanita's sister 4'11" (150 cm) -- Dark hair, Hispanic, sexy, flat
Luca 7,8-9,14-19,23-24,27,29-34,36-44,46-48,53-54,56-58,62-64,66,68,70-71,73-76,79-82,84-85,87-88,90-95,97-98,100-105,108-110,112,115-119,121,123-126,128,132,135-136,138-140,142,145-146,148-149,153-154 18 Sophia's son 5'9" (175 cm) -- chiseled, male Sophia, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut cock
Noah 17,18,24,27-28,31-34,36-37,39,41,43-44,46,48,51,57,63-66,69,71,73-74,76,79-82,84-85,87,90-92,95-98,101-102,107,109,114,116-117,119,121,130,135-139,148-152,154 16 Chris' new friend 5'7" (170 cm) - thin, 5-inch (13 cm) average cock. Big balls
Rylee 18,27,32,36-39,48,52,56-58,60-63,66,69,71-74,76-77,81-85,89-93,96,99-102,105-112,118-119,122,125,127-129,131-132,140,143,146-149,151-152,154 16 Cheerleader with Leslie and Chris 5'4" (163 cm) - Dark hair, sexy AF, B cup
Grace 23,29-30,36,38,43-44,48,50,54-57,63-77,79-82,84-85,87,90,92-93,95-102,104-105,107,110,112-115,117-120,126,129,132,134-136,138-140,143,145,148,150,152-154 19 Just Grace  
Freja 24,27-29,32,34,39,50,75,87,92,94,99,111,117,145,154 40 Chloe's college roommate and long-time friend 5'9" (175 cm) - blonde, C cup, athletic
Alma 24,27,32,34,36,39,50,75,87,92,100,145,154 17 Freja and Aldo's daughter 5'4" (163 cm) - A cup, thin
Benito 24,27,29,32,34,36,39,50,71,75,87,92,117,124,130,135,140,145,154 16 Freja and Aldo's son 5'4" (163 cm) -- 5-inch (13 cm) uncut, average cock
Ellie 24,27,32,34,36,39,50,75,87,92,100,145,154 14 Freja and Aldo's daughter 5'1" (155 cm) - puffies
Nicolo 24,27,32,34,36,39,41,50,75,87,92,99-101,135,145,147,152,154 12 Freja and Aldo's son 4'6" (137 cm) -- 3-inch (8 cm) uncut cock
Nova 24,27,29,32-34,36,39,41,50,75,87,92,99,101,135,145,147,152,154 11 Freja and Aldo's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) - flat
Rachel 35,82,86,108,112,138,148,154 15 Gary and Ruth's daughter 4'11" (150 cm) - cute, nipple bumps, dark hair
Ray 35,82,86,108,112,138,148,154 14 Gary and Ruth's son 5'0" (152 cm) - dark hair, slim, nice 4-inch (10 cm) uncut cock
Jessica 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,93-96,99-100,102,104-105,107-112,114-116,118-132,134-141,144-152,154 5 Bob and Amy's daughter  
Carlina 43,45-59,61-63,66-76,79-85,87-95,97-117,119,123-126,128,132,136,138,140,143,146,148-149,153-154 10 Romeo's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) - barely tall enough, blonde, cute, smart as hell
Tegan 46,48,50-54,56-57,59,62,64,66-74,76,79-90,92-95,97-99,101-108,110-113,115-117,122-123,125-126,128,132,136-137,140,142,146,148-149,153-154 10 Gemma and Sean's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) - Auburn hair, cute, fun
Tomas 46,52,55-57,61,63,66-76,78-87,89-90,92-96,98-99,101-110,112,115-117,119-121,124-125,128-130,134,136,138-140,142,144,146,148-150,152-154 14 Vincente's son 5'4" (163 cm) - Also Cute AF, sexy, and skilled. 6-inch (15 cm) thick uncut cock
Tavi 46,47-52,55-57,66,68-71,73-74,76,79-85,87,90,92-96,98-99,101-102,104-105,107,115,117,119,123,128,132,136,140,142,149,154 15 Emilia and Talmai's son 5'9" (175 cm) - Big for his age, works out, 7-inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock
Pari 48,49,62,65,68-70,74,77-78,80-81,83,86-95,97-115,117-130,132-141,143-144,146-154 12 Alea and Sargon's daughter 4'10" (147 cm) - cute, sexy, breast bumps
Amara 50,51-52,55-57,66-70,73-74,76,79-82,84-85,87,90,92-95,98-99,101-102,104-105,107,115,117,132,137,140,149,154 15 Tavi's soon to be soul mate, in a wheelchair 5'6" (168 cm) - cute, wavy hair, nice body, B cup
Horacio 54,63,68-69,77,88,95-96,100,104-105,108,112,114,117,124,126,128,130,140,142,144,148,150,154 12 Nuno and Estrela's son 5'0" (152 cm) - Smaller Nuno, with an amazing 9-inch (23 cm) cock
Mary Lou 59,61,66,69-70,73,76,82,85-86,89-96,104,106,112,123,126,139,148-149,154 12 New assistant for Bob and Amy 5'0" (152 cm) - dark long hair, cute, tom boy, nipple bumps
Morgon 62,75,86-88,93,97-101,103,107,110,114-115,119,122,126-127,130,132,135,137-140,144-145,147,149,152,154 9 TJ's sister 3'8" (112 cm) - Adorable and outgoing
Amy Lou 66,69-70,73,76,79,82,86,90-92,94-96,104,106,112,114,123,149,154 12 New assistant for Bob and Amy. Mary Lou's identical twin. Pre-med student 5'0" (152 cm) - dark long hair, cute, tom boy, nipple bumps
Cassie 67,68,70,73,81,86-87,90,92-93,95-96,99,101-102,104-110,112,115,117,119,123,127-130,132,135,139-140,142,144-154 13 Homeless girl from New York. Kevin's friend 4'11" (150 cm) - thin, adorable, A cup
Luke 80,81,86-87,90,92-96,99-102,104-110,112,117,119,123,126-130,135,140,142,144-146,146-154 9 The new brother 4'4" (132 cm) - Sandy brown hair, thin, cute, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Miguell 85,121,132,154 21 Tampa gang leader 5'9" (175 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, wiry, 5-inch (13 cm) uncut cock
Shelby 87,88,98,101,110-111,119,126-127,130,132,135,137-138,140,154 17 Designer in Indianapolis 5'4" (163 cm) - Black long hair, strong, C cup, big nipples
Jori 97,100,110,115,128,146,154 10 Sequoia and Hershel's daughter 4'3" (130 cm) - Thin, sexy, nipple bumps
Greta 100,101,108,112,115,120,122,124,126,151,153-154 17 THE Greta 4'11" (150 cm) - Dark long hair, thin, powerful, A cup
Eli 119,127,131,154 14 Student that sued Dionysus 5'8" (173 cm) - Blonde, thin, fit, 5-inch (13 cm) thin uncut cock
Xiomara 119,127,131,154 9 Student at the LA island school 4'0" (122 cm) - Dark hair, skinny, Hispanic, flat
Emma 120,122,124,151,153-154 19 Yes, that Emma 5'6" (168 cm) - Dark hair, smoking body, C cup
Edwin 121,154 30 MS-13 Leader 5'9" (175 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, fit, tats, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut cock
Lindy 149,151-154 0 Luke and Cassie's baby
Cloe 154 7 Girl at the Harlem school 3'8" (112 cm) - Dark hair, Black, cute, flat
Davian 154 10 Boy at the Harlem school and Cloe's brother 5'3" (160 cm) - Dark hair, Black, thin, wiry, 5-inch (13 cm) thick cock
Nole 154 11 Bold boy in NYC 5'2" (157 cm) - Blonde hair, wiry, thin, 5-inch (13 cm) cock
Hilary 154 25 Union rep in NYC 5'5" (165 cm) - Blonde, trim, sexy, C cup
Ramon 154 31 Nova's lead assistant 5'11" (180 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, gorgeous, 7-inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock
Rodrigo 154 13 Ramon's son 5'6" (168 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, very thin, 5-inch (13 cm) uncut cock
Danna 154 13 Ramon's daughter and Rodrigo's twin 5'6" (168 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, very thin, A cup
Jiro 154 30 Ramon's husband and Rodrigo and Danna's other dad 5'8" (173 cm) - Dark hair, Asian, average, 6-inch (15 cm) thin cock
Floreal 154 27 Nova's new lead assistant 5'6" (168 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, sexy, funny, D cup
Trevor 154 37 Yes, that Trevor

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