01 November 2021

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Oh shit I'm all wet

Normally being all wet was a good thing, whether it was seawater, pool water, or cum.

In this case, it meant my water broke. Given I was asleep and lying between Orlando and Grace, we all got a bit soaked. We hopped into the shower and cleaned off, knowing we still likely had plenty of time. We had my Go bag and everything was great.

Until it wasn't.

"Shit!" shouted Grace. "You're crowning. Get back in bed." I did as I was told, and Grace told Orlando to wash his hands and get towels. She wash her hands quickly and climbed up on the bed. She had me position my legs like I was in stirrups. Not that bad on an actual bed.

"Orlando, turn the bed up to 100," said Grace. Hey, we like our Sleep Number bed.

"OK, Valeria," said Grace. "Orlando called for help, and we're going to wait if we can. You're not going to push. If the baby keeps coming, we'll work with that, but don't push."

"OK, new plan," added Grace. "She wants out. Don't push hard. Just gently squeeze." I don't know how Grace knows all this, but she seemed confident, so I was too. I pushed and watched as the baby's head literally popped out of me. I may never be the same. Grace cradled the head and the baby kept coming. She held her hand under the back and in just a few seconds, the baby was all the way out. Grace quicky wrapped the baby and placed her on my chest, with the umbilical cord still attached.

"He's beautiful," said Grace. "But we need to have you continue to push a little. We need the placenta out." Oh God, that was disgusting.

Wait. What did she say?

"He!" I shouted.

Grace laughed.

"Yep," said Grace. "Ultrasounds are not always right. Oh shit. Maybe they are." Huh?

I looked down. I was crowning again.

Holy shit. Not a minute later, our daughter was wrapped and on my chest too.

We had freaking twins. Zach and Zoey. We hadn't planned on them as twin names, we just chose a girl's name and a boy's name early on.

I'll be damned. Twins.

Right about then, the EMTs ran into the room only to see us all on the bed.

I guess Grace and Orlando could have gotten dressed. I'm pretty sure the EMTs liked the view. They both left a card on the dresser, with their cell numbers written on them.

Six weeks, folks. Six weeks. At least for me. I can always watch. Or take it in the ass.

Sorry, off-topic. For some reason. Oh.

"What's your name?" I said to the guy EMT.

"Jam," he said. "Short for Jamie."

"Jam, this might seem a little weird, but would you like a blowjob?" I said. The cute girl EMT laughed.

"It happens every time there is a home birth," she said. We found out she was Jen. "He loves these calls." She turned to Orlando.

"Can I blow you and kiss it to her?" she said to Orlando. Grace answered.

"Let's both do it. Whoever is sucking when he cums, kisses it to her," said Grace. That resulted in Jam and Jen stripping. Damn they looked a lot alike.

Got it. Brother and sister.

Somehow when my OB/Gyn, Angie, walked into the room, there was a full blown orgy.

"Again?" said Angie, shaking her head.

"You just want some," said Jen, breaking away from Orlando's cock. She stripped Angie and went down on her.

Hey, over here, with babies. OK, the babies and I were fine, and I enjoyed the show and eventually got both Jam and Orlando's cum from the tap. The others were generous that way. Angie and the EMTs, which sounds like the world's worst musical group, cleaned the babies up. Grace and Orlando each got to cut an umbilical cord. Once everything was settled, they moved us all into the nursery. The nursery had a king size bed, too. I figured I'd be feeding our daughter for a while. I hadn't counted on feeding our son too. I'm ready though. If you look below, it says I have C cups.

Not right now. DD. As in Double freaking D. They're huge. I guess I'm ready.

Wait. One thing still confuses me.

"Grace, how did you know what to do?" I asked. Angie snorted. Grace laughed and just looked at her. Angie finally realized she had to answer. The snort, you know.

"Grace is a certified midwife. She passed the program almost a year ago and has assisted in dozens of births," said Angie. I suspect my face looked like Orlando's.

"I knew I needed to," said Grace.

"But you took the class before Valeria was pregnant," said Orlando.

"Yeah," said Grace. "I knew I needed to."

This place is weird.

"I've got to call Mom," said Orlando. Yeah, he did. We all knew it. The family would be good and not overwhelm us, but Amy and Bob were our closest family. Parents, friends, fuck buddies, call them what you want, but they're the rock for all of us. Don't get me wrong, my parents and Grace's would be here within the hour. Pilots were already on their way.

But Bob and Amy. I guess I was prescient because they just walked into the room.

Wearing clothes.

"What's up with the clothes?" I asked. Well, it was weird.

"It felt appropriate to meet our new grandchild," said Amy.

"Grandchildren," said, well, all of us, including Angie and the two still naked EMTs. OK, Angie was still naked, too.

Let's be honest. Amy and Bob were the only ones with clothes on.

And then they didn't. Amy actually led Bob over to me by his cock. By his cock. She led him to where I could reach him with my mouth. Then she was nice enough to help with her hand too. One more for my tummy.

Then another orgy broke out, on the floor around the bed. It was crazy. I just laid there, with the babies, and watched.

That's when Grace's family and my family walked in the room. At least they were nice enough to come talk to me and see the babies.

Before they all stripped and joined the orgy. No worries. Orgies happen spontaneously here. I took the opportunity to feed Zach.

Bob hopped up to watch. So did Grace and Orlando. It felt a little weird.

"This probably feels a little weird," said Bob. "I'll step away or all of us will, but this isn't sexual at all. It's just beautiful. I can show you how to position them both to feed together if you'd like."

I just smiled and nodded, which led to Bob repositioning Zach. I almost laughed because he had to grab my breasts and move them around a bit. I admit, it felt nice. Once Zach latched, he carefully positioned Zoe.

It's a good thing I have two taps. Bob was so gentle and helpful. We don't give him nearly enough credit for being a role model. Screw the money. An entire generation of boys was growing up seeing how Bob treated absolutely everyone equally. If you've never seen the picture of Obama fist bumping the guy in the White House that was sweeping the floor, you should Google it. That was Bob.

Bob loves everybody. Do you know how many times I've seen him defer to his own kids? Even Jessica.

OK, maybe especially Jessica.

I am on one odd tangent, given I just gave birth at home to unexpected twins. I laid back while they nursed and just watched. Grace and Tomas showed me something new I had to try. I have no idea why Tomas was here, but I looked around and there was Ruby.

"Ruby," I shouted. "Come here." Ruby hopped up and ran right over. God I enjoyed that.

"Listen, the kids feeding is making me all horny," I said. "You're the one person that might get me over with just a kiss." She gave me a big smile. A Ruby smile can change your life. Then she leaned in for the kiss. I lasted about 20 seconds before I had an explosive orgasm. It was a bit messy, but I'm pretty sure my uterus is spotless now.

OK, you didn't need that mental image.

Orlando must have overheard what I said to Ruby and had his feelings hurt. He came over to see if his kiss took me over. The good news is the answer is yes, which resulted in a bit of a line at the head of the bed. It was a good thing the little ones were hungry.

More good news. Everyone in the room succeeded.

I need a nap.

I wasn't telling Orlando that Ruby's kiss was the best.

Although Jam's kiss was pretty powerful.

My hurt widdle feelings

I admit it. It did, but just briefly. Come on. Ruby. Orlando here, of course.

We have twins. Two kids. Twins.

I'm barely 18.

But we know why we have twins. We're thrilled with twins. You see, Valeria has some issues with pregnancy, but she really wanted to give birth. So we did IVF but implanted two embryos.

One with Valeria's egg and one with Grace's, both with my sperm. You probably are asking why Grace just didn't get pregnant. She probably will one of these days, at her pace, but Valeria was really ready, and Angie thought the likelihood that her own egg would implant was near zero.

Surprise!

I'm pretty confident we know which is which. Zoey has the richest caramel skin and is just beautiful.

Zach is white. As in blindingly so. He also has the same cute gap between his front teeth as Grace.

Kidding, no teeth yet.

They're both gorgeous. I guess we never mentioned that we confirmed our trio prior to the birth. Our relationship is wonderful, and I could even see a fourth someday, so Valeria has a partner with the strength of connection Grace, and I do. Don't underestimate our feelings for Valeria though, particularly Grace. Strong.

But we could see a fourth and Valeria will admit it. There are two candidates in Mia and Camila, and the feelings were strong, but they hadn't gone there yet.

Valeria kind of wanted a cock.

Well we got that.

Hell maybe it is forty guys plus Grace and Valeria.

Then I think we'd be in concubine territory.

Male concubines.

None of this is remotely why I took over the pen. We shooed everyone out pretty quickly, although that just means that they all went out onto the back lanai, over the water, and kept at it. That was the entire afternoon.

Drop in, say hi, coo over the babies, join the giant orgy.

Valeria even insisted that Grace and I join the fun.

"Nothing could be more fun that staying here with you," said Grace, sincerely.

Valeria threw a cup at her.

"Get your cute little ass out there," she screamed. Then she laughed.

"I just pushed two footballs out of my pussy. I want you to go have fun. You will go," she said, smiling.

So we went. One at a time.

It seemed to be an acceptable compromise.

Twins.

Fucking Florida

What the hell is up in Florida? All you have to do is see a headline with the word Florida in it and you know something seriously wacko happened.

Which brings me to my story. Belen here.

Florida just passed a law that auto manufacturers can't own dealerships. No big deal right? I own the manufacturers and in Florida, Ethan owns all the dealers. No problem.

Except the state declared that since our funding was from the same source then it applied to us.

Huh?

We sued. Today is the opening day of the trial. We were already deep into it but apparently I am the highlight of the day. Our lawyers said to just say exactly that. The two entities are unrelated. Neither of us is related. Ipso facto ergo. Yeah I have no idea what that means either. Oh, I should back up. Let me start at the very beginning. It might have set the tone for the entire day.

When we arrived, I was with my attorneys. I'll bet you can guess who my lead attorney is. Hunter, of course. I arrived with my attorney and his second chair.

Nylah. That caused quite a stir. First the bailiff tried to stop all three of us from coming through the railing to our table.

"Kids, you can't come through here. Find a spot out there," said the bailiff. I admit, and I shouldn't have, but I snorted. It's involuntary. Hunter and Nylah both turned and looked at me with little smiles.

"I believe we can," I said, pulling myself up to my full height.

Which didn't exactly help. It did, however, push my little nipple bumps against my shirt, which distracted the bailiff. A lot. She is kind of cute, too. Oh, you assumed a man.

"We understand your confusion. Children here are so underappreciated. I am the defendant. This gentleman is my lead attorney. While youthful in appearance, he is the retired Attorney General of the United States," I said. I left that there for a moment. Hunter is a hunk and dressed in a stunning suit, so maybe, just maybe, he's looks old enough.

Then there is Nylah. Beautiful suit or not, she doesn't look older than she is. Adorable, but not older.

"This young woman is also an attorney, licensed in all fifty states and multiple countries," I said. She just stared at Nylah, who made the same move. No nipple bumps, but she was getting into this and her nipples were hard and pushing against her shirt. Interesting that the bailiff was even more enamored with Nylah.

"We're from Dionysus," said Nylah, with a big smile. I'm pretty sure the bailiff had a small orgasm. Hell, I almost did. I should have led with Dionysus, because once she finished her cum, she let us in.

The state attorney swept in and there was no other word for it. Nice suit, which I am surprised he can afford. He wasn't carrying anything, but that was because the young woman following him could barely walk, she was carrying so much. Now, I have no doubt she is a talented attorney and appreciate her public service, but the fact that his second chair was young, and stunning was not a surprise. While she set up their table, he wandered the court room, talking to everyone and putting on a show.

Our table had one thin file folder on it. I think Hunter was making a point. Not even a notepad and pen. The judge did call him out.

"General, is the Federal government taking a position in this case?" asked the judge. Boy, our opponent looked confused.

"No, your honor," said Hunter. "I am here as a private attorney. I have recently retired from the DOJ."

"You can still do that?" asked the judge. "No conflict?"

"Yes, your honor," said Hunter. "I have a memo from the DOJ ethics office stating that as long as I declared the situation, I would be fine." Hunter pulled the top piece of paper out of his file folder. The bailiff took it to the judge and off we went.

The trial started with the state attorney's opening statement. I think I like the judge, though. No, not like that. Well, maybe like that. I like distinguished older men, but I didn't think propositioning the judge, in Florida, was a good plan. About forty minutes into his opening statement, the judge interrupted him.

"Do you have any more actual legal points?" asked the judge. "I'm supposed to retire in four years, and I'd like this case to be over."

"Just wrapping up, your honor," said the state attorney. Something tells me that he was used to being cut off, because he did wrap up quickly. Hunter waived our opening statement until the beginning of our case. We had a bet. He says that the case will be dismissed before we get to his opening statement. I don't think it will. No, that's not fair. I think it will too, but come on, lose a bet with Hunter? People would line up for that. If I win, Hunter, Hallie, and Leslie spend the weekend on the moon with me. Seems like a big win for me.

If I lose, I have to spend the weekend on the moon with Hunter, Hallie, and Leslie. Hmm. Some similarities. The difference is that one of us will be the group sub for the weekend. The winner. Yeah, we like being the sub.

I might be off-topic, just a bit. Wet, too. The state attorney got up.

"If it pleases the court, we would like to submit a motion to have the defendants counsel removed, disbarred, and arrested for impersonating attorneys," he said, holding up a piece of paper. I swear the judge rolled his eyes. He nodded at the bailiff who brought him the paperwork. The judge reviewed it quickly.

"There doesn't seem to be any actual proof here, just accusations," said the judge. "I assume there is more. You caught the part where he is the retired Attorney General of the United States?" He looked at the state attorney, who looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights. I know the young attorney with him rolled her eyes. Before the state attorney could speak, the judge held up his hand and turned to Hunter.

"I'm guessing you're prepared for something like this," said the judge. Nylah stood up. Oh boy. Go for it, little one. She opened up the folder and pulled out a small sheaf of papers. Right from the top. The bailiff took it to the judge.

"Yes, your honor," said Nylah. "You'll see the top two pages are our final transcripts. The top one is for our lead attorney and shows his work at NYU. The second is mine and shows my work at Dionysus Harvard." Oh, she put a little extra oomph in Dionysus.

"The last pages are the bar results from the years in which each of the four attorneys passed the bar," said Nylah. "They are a matter of public record." Oh, the state attorney is blushing. This is going to be good.

"You will see that in both of our cases, we are in the first position in the state," said Nylah. "You may also note that our scores were both 100%. You will note that the state's second chair is in the second position in the same year that I passed the bar, with a score of 99.8%. Our congratulations to her. The final sheet is the bar results the year the state attorney passed the bar. To assist the court, we put a tab on the page with his name. It takes a bit to find him. He is in the second to last position, with a score of 70.2%. He is above your current governor who passed with 70.1%." Not Andrew anymore. Somehow this doofus got elected. Chris was distracted, being President and all.

"Clearly forgeries," huffed the state attorney. I appreciated that the judge snorted. Well, he was going to speak next anyway.

"Motion dismissed," he said. "Do not waste the court's time with frivolous motions. I will hold you in contempt." The state attorney handed the file folder he was holding to the young attorney, who put it into her briefcase. When she sat up, she was smiling. She is resisting the urge to say I told you so. You can just tell.

The rest of the morning was boring, with a few expert witnesses. The state put a dude up to talk about the finances of the Kingdom. I have no idea where he got his data, but it was ridiculous. Hell, he couldn't possibly have done any research. His estimate of my company's revenue was wildly inaccurate. An order of magnitude off. Did he not even figure out what I owned?

Hunter got his turn. He passed it to Nylah. She hopped up. Hunter looks so damn relaxed. And sexy. Well, he does.

"What is the source of your data?" asked Nylah. I am pretty sure he didn't want to answer. He actually looked directly at the state attorney, who remained stoic, pretending to not recognize the witness. That he called.

"I reviewed information provided to me by the state attorney's office," said the witness.

"Are you aware of the source of this information?" asked Nylah. He finally shook his head no.

"You need to say it, for the record," said Nylah, softly. He finally got the word no out.

"We would like to submit audited financials of both the Dionysus Auto Group and the Dionysus Florida Sales Group to the record," said Nylah. Hunter handed her the next set of pages in the folder. I had no doubt that whatever they needed was in the folder, in the proper order, even though they had no idea what witnesses would be called in what order.

"I should note that both are available on their public websites," said Nylah. "I ask the court to reference the final page of both reports. Neither figure remotely resembles the figures quoted by the state's witness. We ask that the state's submissions and the testimony of this witness be stricken."

"Granted," said the judge. The state attorney looked apoplectic.

"You can't strike our data!" he almost shouted. The judge glared at him.

"Can and did," said the judge.

We broke for lunch. The three of us had lunch in our hotel suite nearby. OK, we wolfed down a sandwich and filled the rest of the time on case strategy.

You didn't believe that did you? We fucked. You knew that, though. We cut it close, which is why both Nylah and I arrived at the courthouse squish, squish. I'm pretty sure the bailiff figured it out. It is so nice that Nylah is 7.

Ok. I'm up. We agreed that I would testify during the state's case. What did we have to hide? It kind of made a statement. The state attorney is getting up. I'm in the hot seat. Of all the things I've dealt with, this might be the most fun. We have a plan B so honestly we don't care. If pushed, we will donate the dealers to the Juanita Fund. We should win though.

"How old are you?" asked the state attorney.

"Objection. Relevance?" said Hunter. He is so casual about it. We truly are just having a ball.

"Sustained," said the Judge.

"I can show relevance," said the state dude. I think the judge actually rolled his eyes.

"We believe the witness should be disqualified due to her age. Clearly this is a sham, and she isn't running the company," he said. "Therefore she does not own the company. The kingdom does."

Hunter quickly held up his hand to make sure I stayed quiet. I smiled. I knew better. We waited out the judge. This one was simple. The case law was clear.

I admit I did not expect the judge to laugh but laugh he did.

"Nice try. Stupid, but a nice try," said the Judge. "Do you have questions for the witness, or can we just be done?"

I'm feeling that the judge may already have an opinion. The state attorney was a little flustered. He seemed to think that would work. How naive.

I just smiled and waited. He stammered for a bit and finally started in.

"Do you own the Dionysus Auto Group?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied. I wasn't volunteering anything.

"But the money is from the kingdom," he said.

"No," I said. That flustered him even more.

"Then where did the money come from?" he asked. He was not helping himself. I looked at Hunter and he just smiled and nodded.

"The initial funding was in the form of a loan from the kingdom," I said. "The loan has since been paid off in full. I own the group outright now."

That confused him but didn't slow him down.

"And what is the total annual revenue?" he asked. How was this helping him?

"While our company is private, I'm comfortable sharing that our revenue will exceed $1.2 trillion this year. We just submitted that to the record before lunch, remember?" I said. I loved that he almost choked on that figure. He didn't even look at the numbers over lunch. His second chair had. I'm betting she did before the trial. I just made a bet with her, but she doesn't know it yet.

"Oh, yes I do," she thought to me.

"No fair peeking during the case," I thought back, which got me a laugh back. Yes, a laugh thought to me.

"And what is your profit?" he asked in a snarky voice, interrupting our conversation. Hunter could have objected but he was enjoying this as much as I was.

"Zero," I said. The state attorney perked up.

"All that revenue and you can't even break a profit?" he said, getting even more snarky.

"Well, we reinvested over a hundred billion in the company. We also donated $143 billion to charity," I said, in my sweetest voice. I'm not sure any of this was helping him.

He actually let out a laugh.

"Charity," he laughed.

"While we are a private company, our financials are easily available," I said. "We even submitted them to the record before lunch. I just said that. Did you even read them?" Yeah I shouldn't have but I did.

"How is this even relevant?" I added. "I own the manufacturers. My friend, Ethan, owns the car dealers. This is public knowledge. You're fishing and failing at it."

I don't know why he let me talk but I wasn't done.

"What was your goal?" I asked. Then I waited. He just stood there.

"That seems like a fair question, counselor," said the judge. We all waited.

"They're both owned by the kingdom!" he shouted.

"You may not have read their financials, but I did," said the judge. "Your statement is not only incorrect, but you also didn't do the basics of your research. You did this for your election campaign, and it backfired spectacularly. The case is dismissed, and I am recommending sanctions. You wasted these people's time and the court's time on a loser."

Oh boy.

"You also disrespected one of the most powerful women in the world. Good grief. Do your basic homework. These people are doing good things," said the Judge.

Case dismissed.

You've got to celebrate a win, right? Hunter was here with Hallie. Did I not mention Hallie at lunch? I should have mentioned Hallie at lunch.

Trust me.

Squish, squish....squish. Hell yes Hunter came in us all. He's Hunter!

Leslie is back home with the kids, although they did complain that they wanted to come to the trial. I think it was more because they love Nylah than a desire to see the actual trial. I cannot tell you how much I wanted to approach their attorney, but you just knew they were going to appeal. OK, I'd let her know that I would after this all worked its way through. Her response was great.

"You can't wait," she thought, smiling across the room at me. She got that right.

Oh no, we had to celebrate without her. Isn't it handy that we're all under 18? Poor Hunter. Hallie, me, Nylah, Nylah again, Hallie, me. The man has stamina.

I did have to laugh because Nylah is hilarious. She was riding him cowgirl, which everyone loves. She was edging him in the process and finally he just exploded in her. Leaking out exploded.

Nylah didn't move. It took us a moment to realize what she was doing. She smiled at us.

"Kegels. Ya gotta exercise," said Nylah. She kept squeezing and squeezing and then slowly started moving. She'd gotten him hard again and wasn't giving up her spot. The cum was leaking out, so I leaned over and started licking it up. And licking Nylah. She couldn't really focus on edging him, since she was having one continuous orgasm. She was still a bit aware, though, because she lifted up and off at just the right moment. She got covered with cum.

I got a facial.

Hunter and Hallie did a fine job cleaning us both off, which led to me underneath, Hallie above me, and Hunter pounding her.

The rest gets a little blurry. I think I had a two-hour orgasm. My attorneys are fun.

Very fun.

Another bite at the apple

The dude appealed. We're shocked. Shocked! It turned out that one of the judge's grandkids goes to our Clearwater school. To my surprise, the appeals court accepted the case. I'm the sure the prosecutor was stoked.

He shouldn't have been. We are right back in the courtroom. Just a bigger one with more press. He spent hours introducing crap into the record.

Including my birth certificate.

Now Hunter was just having fun.

"If it would please the court, we would like to understand the provenance of the birth certificate," said Hunter.

"You're not challenging the entry of the birth certificate itself?" asked the judge.

"One thing at a time, your honor," said Hunter. The judge looked at the state attorney. And waited.

"I am afraid I do not know the source. It came from our investigative team," said the attorney.

"So you'd like it removed from the record?" said the judge.

"No, your honor. Belen's age and location of birth is not secret. However her birth certificate is. We have an agreement with the issuing authority to notify us if a birth certificate is requested," said Hunter. "We would like to introduce a series of exhibits which directly apply to the state's entry."

The judge nodded.

"This exhibit is a copy of the birth certificate request," said Hunter. "We point the court to the application as being requested by Belen's father with a delivery address of the state attorney's office."

That raised some eyebrows.

"We would like to also submit this report on the handwriting analysis of the form including the signature purported to be Belen's father. This report shows how eleven handwriting experts testify that the writing matches the state attorney's writing. I should add that all eleven are people the state has used as experts at trial," said Hunter. "We move that the case be dismissed with prejudice and that the state's attorney be disbarred."

"Is this true?" asked the judge.

The attorney got a lot of ums and ahs out, but that was about it.

"Would you prefer for me to take him into custody, or would Dionysus like to do it?" asked the judge. That got a squeak out of the state attorney.

"Dionysus?" he squeaked. He was squeaking a lot.

"I'd suggest we defer the decision until a full investigation of the entire state attorney's office. If they're willing to do this on a high profile case, what do you think they're doing to people that can't do the research we can?" said Hunter. "If the court pleases, we can share our investigative work. We've already found over 3,000 suspect cases, over 2,500 of which affect people of color."

"Shit," said the Judge. Yep. The word shit is officially in the record. I saw the court reporter smile, just briefly. Then she typed it in.

I love this shit. See what I did there?

"We also have a proposal, your honor," said Nylah. The judge is so freaking nice to Nylah. It is impossible to not be nice to Nylah.

She handed more paperwork to the bailiff. The judge read through it.

"Is Hallie with us today?" asked the Judge. Hallie stood up in the audience and the judge waived her forward. She stood right next to Hunter. This is kind of interesting for regular readers. It's the heart of some of Hallie's challenges, too. You see, when they went to college, Hunter was in International Business. IB. Hallie was in law school. Hunter, being Hunter, wanted more time with Hallie, so he enrolled in law school too.

Hallie finished, and passed the boards in Florida and the UK, but never practiced. I don't know why. I'm sure there is a reason, but now she is going to do so. Leading this project.

"Your resume seems a little thin for you to run this investigation," said the Judge.

"Yes, your honor, but Dionysus youth have a history of exceeding expectations," said Hallie. God, I love seeing Hallie be so strong. The kids transformed her. The judge snorted.

"You have me there," he said. "But you're also proposing that the state's second chair be your co-lead? Won't you need to investigate her?"

"No, your honor," said Hallie. "We're comfortable that she is not involved. We became aware of the situation when she filed an ethics complaint."

"I've seen no such complaint. I would have seen it even if it were under seal," said the Judge.

"She didn't file it with the state of Florida, your honor," said Hallie. "She filed it with us. She didn't trust that it would be addressed."

The judge mulled that one over.

"This is highly unusual," said the Judge. Nylah piped in.

"What is normal, your honor?" asked Nylah. "I'm 7 and I'm the co-chair on this case." The Judge laughed.

"Dionysus. Redefining normal," said the Judge, laughing. Then he caught himself and got serious.

"I also see that you'll do this at no cost to the state? You'll cover all the costs?" said the Judge.

"Yes, your honor," said Hallie. "Florida is home to many of us. Hunter and I were born and raised in Clearwater. Dionysus was born from Florida. This is important to us."

"And is couch cushion money to you," said the Judge.

"That too," said Nylah.

"Petition approved," said the Judge. "With one modification. The state attorney can move, but she needs to resign from the state, and you need to hire her. I don't want any conflicts."

"OK," said Nylah. "We're prepared for that if she is. The good news is we pay a lot better." With that, court was adjourned, and the State attorney was taken away in handcuffs. That's a fun ending to a trial. The attorney who is moving to our team is Rebecca. I expected her to be surprised, but she walked over, rolling a large attorney case.

"So ya pay more, huh?" she asked. "How much?"

Nylah named a figure well into seven figures. For being so confident, it seemed to startle her. It took a moment, but she smiled.

"Oh, and we fuck a lot," said Nylah. "Every meeting. All the time. Barely get meetings started before we're fucking."

"Seems like a nice benefit," said Rebecca, carefully looking at Hunter, then Hallie, then me, then Nylah.

"And we know you're really 17," said Nylah, with a big smile.

Rebecca looked startled, then smiled.

Then moaned.

We'll just leave it that we invited Rebecca back to our hotel room and she is now a proponent of the Dionysus culture.

Let's get this shit going

I can't explain any of this. I went to law school, then never practiced. I was miserable, then I became a mom, and I'm not miserable at all. Life is good. So why did I take this on? Because I can. I'm capable, it is important to me and my home, and I need the challenge.

It's not like our kids need a lot of attention. Being 3 and 4. Why do they even still live at home?

Kidding. Sort of.

I was going to spend a lot of time in Tallahassee, so I did what you do. I went house hunting. I searched on Zillow, and found a house that seemed nice, so I reached out to the realty firm. I just called. How quaint.

"Hi," I said, to the person that answered the phone. "I'm interested in a home your firm is representing but have an unusual question."

"How can I help you? We strive to accommodate any needs," said the voice on the phone. A man, but a young man, from the voice.

"Do you have anyone in your office that has graduated from a Dionysus school?" I asked. The voice snorted.

I waited until he laughed.

"It was the snort. I have to control the snort," he said. I still waited and he laughed again.

"My name is Enrique," he said. "I just graduated from the Clearwater school last month."

"With what degree?" I asked.

"Commercial real estate management," he said. "I admit, I'm finding it difficult to find a job. So few companies are ready to hire a 13-year-old."

"So that's why you're working in the real estate office," I asked. He laughed this time.

"I'm the unpaid child labor of the witch that owns this place," he said, laughing. "Otherwise known as Mom."

I like this kid.

"Do you have your real estate license?" I asked.

"Sure," he said. "I passed the exams at 7 but had to sue the state to get the license. It took a while. The judges kept balking at my representing myself. Actually, the school helped me out. They declared me a dual citizen and an adult. The state was stuck at that point. Fuck Florida!"

Well fucking was on the table, for sure.

"Can you make an appointment to see the house?" I asked.

"Literally, any time. It's empty and staged. The furniture is available, too, and I have to say, it is really well done," said Enrique.

"I'll meet you at your office in 15," I said.

"I'll be here. I'll have to ask Mom to get someone to cover the phones. She's not going to like it," said Enrique.

"How long has the house been on the market?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"382 days," he said. He knew the answer. Instantly.

"Then she's going to like it," I said, and he laughed.

"You're fun," he said. He had no idea.

I threw on a romper. Hey, I'm home in Robertville. Clothing isn't just optional, it's unusual. Tia and Jax walked in.

"Clothes? You're wearing clothes?" said Tia. "Has hell frozen over?"

"Well, you would need clothes then," said Jax, and they both broke up laughing.

"We've got to tell that to Grandpa," said Tia. They both ran out of the room. I suspect to go tell Bob. Yep. I looked out the window and they're running towards Bob's house.

Where they will be welcomed. No, no, nothing like that. Bob's just one hell of a lot of fun. And they keep a log. He'll eventually pay off.

Which makes me laugh. My plane already had a car in it, but Hunter used it last, so I don't know what. I suppose it doesn't matter. I hopped in and jetted. See what I did there?

I made it with time to spare. I floated down into the parking lot and a sexy AF young man came out the front door. Good grief, he is 13? He's at least 5'10" and in incredible shape.

He's also a nerd. You can just tell. I love sexy nerds. Hell, I'm married to two of them. He walked right up and bowed, which made me laugh.

"An honor to meet you, your highness," he said. I loved that he put just a touch of snark in it.

I'd checked his profile already. He, like me, had every box checked. I went in for the hug and kiss.

OMG. I vibrated through an orgasm right here in the parking lot.

We finally broke the kiss, and he was really subtle about it. I really like this kid.

"So, are we taking your plane?" he said. "I can't drive."

"Why not?" I asked.

"My Mom won't sign," he said, with resignation.

"So?" I said. "You're a dual citizen, right?"

He nodded.

"Dude, your mom doesn't have to sign for anything. You're an adult. Do what you want," I said. He brightened up.

"I can do that?" he said. I just nodded.

"We'll talk. Have you done driver's ed?" I asked. He nodded eagerly.

"Including flying cars?" I asked. He nodded again. Eagerly.

"Well, let's see what I brought to drive today," I said. I hit a button on my watch and the car pod lowered.

Apparently we are driving a Lamborghini Aventador convertible.

"You have an Aventador in your plane and you didn't know it?" he asked.

"My husband used the plane last," I said.

"And a Lamborghini isn't surprising?" he asked. I admit, I laughed.

"You just never know," I said. He laughed, too.

"You people are weird," he said.

"Yeah, but we're really good fucks," I said.

"I have no doubt," he said, with some reverence. I pointed to the driver's seat and he damn near ran to the car. We got strapped in and he told Alexa the destination. The car lifted up just as a woman came out the front door. I saw her just long enough to see her mouth drop open. Enrique saw her, too, and laughed.

"Mom's going to have questions," he said. I'll bet she will. It wasn't that far, flying, and we landed in the driveway. Damn, it is nice. New construction. Over 11,000 square feet. It has 8-bedrooms and 12-bathrooms, an indoor pool, and a lot more. It was way too much house to build on spec here. It also sits on 324 acres of land, about half of which is forest.

Feels about right.

We walked through the house and he knew everything about the house. He knew the school districts but did share that in a perfect world they would be Dionysus schools.

>From the Viking range to the full gym, to the sauna and steam room, it was glorious. The pool was indoor/outdoor. There was even a tennis court and basketball court. Do you know what made it the house?

A gocart track.

Seriously. Who has a gocart track?

We do. All of us. They're fun.

Yes, I bought it. Fuck yeah.

"OK," I said. "I'll take it."

"You're prepared to make an offer," said Enrique.

"Yeah, I suppose, but I'll pay asking price. It will be a win for you. Might as well make it a big win," I said, smiling. Yeah, hard as a rock and an impressive rock at that. Yes, we still have clothes on. For now.

"Mom's asking $42 million," choked out Enrique. "You know she'll never, ever get it."

"She just did," I said. "I know, it is probably bad business, but your mom fucked up when she built this house. I love that she stretched herself and went for the big win, but it didn't work. At all. She's in a bad position financially because of it. So, I could leverage her weakness and probably steal this house from under her and she'd survive, but it would likely involve bankruptcy and she might lose her real estate license. Or I can pay full price and hopefully she'll breathe a sigh of relief and not make such a stupid decision again. If she does, there won't be someone else to save her again."

"You'd do that. Why would you do that?" asked Enrique. I loved that he didn't mention his commission. I doubt if he was even thinking of his commission, because he was focusing on how this was going to save his mom. I love that about him. I do!

"So the rumors are true?" said Enrique. I admit I laughed.

"Which rumor? The one about how we have non-stop sex and that I'm likely to suggest we christen the master bedroom together?" I said. "Yeah, that one is true. Is that the one?"

Damn, the kid gets credit. He just took that in stride. He did smile at me and bring me right to the edge. Nicely played, Enrique.

"While that is a fine rumor to confirm," said Enrique. "The rumor to which I was referring was the one where your country basically lives by the Golden Rule."

"Oh I love a man with proper grammar," I said. Hey, I do. I'm an attorney. We notice that shit.

"But the answer to that rumor is yes, unequivocally yes," I said. "We know we're out of this world fortunate. Why the fuck would we hoard that? We can't possibly spend it all. We can't fix everything in the world, yet, but we can fix what we touch. So we do. Frequently. We over tip. We save people financially. Most of all, we save kids. Lots of kids. The situations just show up and we know that if something happens, we're there for a reason to help. In your case, or more accurately, your mom's, I need a house in Tallahassee, your mom needs to sell this house, I can afford it, and I love it. Also, I'm kind of hopeful we'll fuck."

Oh, he moaned. He moaned a lot.

I'm pregnant. Really, really pregnant. Damn straight I want to fuck. Just then, the door opened and in walked Rebecca.

"Not sure why I am here, but I got a text that you needed to see me," said Rebecca.

"We're hoping you'll join us in a threesome," I said. "This is Enrique."

"Sure!" said Rebecca. Enrique appears confused. Understandably.

"But you didn't text anyone," said Enrique.

"Nope," I said.

"But you got a text to come to this specific address," said Enrique. Rebecca nodded.

"From whom?" asked Enrique.

"Oh God, a grammar stud," said Rebecca, in a throaty voice. Just then Enrique got a text. He glanced quickly.

"You paid in full?" said Enrique.

"No," I said. "Who sent the text, Rebecca?"

"Nylah," said Rebecca.

"Then Nylah likely paid," I said.

"Likely?" said Enrique. "There are multiple people that might have overpaid $42 million for you?"

It took a while for Rebecca and me to stop laughing.

That's when Nylah walked in. And started taking off her clothes. Which Enrique appreciated. And Rebecca appreciated.

And I appreciated.

I appreciated it even more when Hunter walked in, saw naked Nylah, and started stripping.

Which we all appreciated, none more than Enrique. Oh goody.

Oh fun. Leslie just arrived.

The ratio is wrong, but we'll make it work.

Oh.

Orlando and Horacio just walked in.

That helps.

The christening of the master bedroom was epic. Seriously epic. All cum for me. You know, pregnant. A significant portion of it was licked out of Nylah.

She's kind of insatiable.

Kind of a change in life

My name is Enrique. Yes, I was a boarding student in Clearwater and for that I thank my mom. I don't even mind working in her office. She takes care of me. I might be tall for my age and mature, particularly given DUC, but I know I am still a kid that can benefit from a loving mom. Those things are not mutually exclusive.

I should acknowledge that the christening was joyful. Yes, I'm experienced. Wrestling rooms, you know, but since I have been home, not so much. Young women in this world are confusing. Deep down, they are curious, but fearful. That's just messed up. No, I'm not suggesting they should do things for which they are not ready, but that they have the information and confidence to make their own decisions.

"Which. You grammar stud," thought Hallie, to me, in my head.

Still getting used to that.

The funny things is that the young men are more confident. I understand the underlying message of that in a misogynistic environment, but hey, I'm getting some sex. The person that is entirely off limits, that intrigues me the most, wouldn't have been off-limits if she'd visited me at school.

Mom. She's a single mom and freaking gorgeous. I'm 13, but Mom is only 30. Hot damn, she is gorgeous.

Her name is Ezme. She doesn't really date, although she does have a best friend Miral with whom she spends a lot of time.

"Whom," thought Hallie. "That just sent me over."

Still a little weird. I don't even know where Hallie is!

"The moon," thought Hallie.

Well sure.

"You should be polite but honest with your mom," thought Hallie. "It might freak her out, but it might not. You know our house is a consulate and you have a key."

Oh boy.

Now is my moment. I walked into the kitchen with determination. What I had not counted on was Miral was there this early. It is only 6. I'm never out of my room by this time, but today was the day.

Oh.

"Nice to see you, Miral," I said. "Did you two have a fun night?"

Miral had a stricken look on her face. I admit, I laughed.

"I went to a Dionysus school. I don't know what is going on, but honestly, if it makes the two of you happy, I support it," I said. Miral gave Mom a look and Mom shrugged.

"So it doesn't bother you that your mom might be dating a woman?" said Miral. I snorted. I have to control the snort. I do!

"Do I need to repeat my earlier statement?" I asked, with a laugh. "Boy/Girl, Girl/Girl, Boy/Boy. It is all just a continuum. Most of us are in the middle."

Mom's eyebrows shot up.

"Yes, Mom, I'm bisexual," I said. "Does that bother you?"

Mom and Miral both moaned.

That seems encouraging. Mom gathered herself.

"You seemed like you had something to say when you walked in," said Mom.

I hesitated and Mom laughed.

"You just outed me as bi," she said, confirming my suspicions. "You also just declared yourself as bi. Can this top that?"

I thought for a moment and she laughed again.

"Your call," she said. "No pressure. Nothing you can say will offend me. I might not agree, but you're a fine young man who I trust, and I won't be upset."

Miral was just nodding.

"I have a key to Hallie's house, which is officially a consulate. Would the two of you like to spend a naked afternoon in bed with me? Please?" I asked.

"Well, he did say please," said Miral.

Mom just moaned.

"We can do that?" asked Mom.

"Hallie told me that I have free run of the house and to, as she put it, enjoy the consulate status," I said.

"Have you," said Mom. She caught herself and bit her lip. Damn that is sexy. Seriously sexy.

"Sorry," said Mom. "Not my business. Hallie clearly likes you and I like Hallie, and anything between you is up to you. I signed the permission slips. I know what goes on."

"She also gave him a Lamborghini," said Miral, laughing.

"Point taken," said Mom, laughing, too.

Yes, she'd left me the Aventador.

"Well, since there are three of us, I guess I'll drive," said Mom.

Oh. Oh boy.

Yay!

"I will warn you that there might be others there and they're pretty open about sex in public. They're all open to joining in, too," I said.

"All?" said Miral, in a guttural tone.

"As Hallie put it, be direct and be polite. The three answers are yes, no, and not yet. Yes is the usual answer and no is really rare. Not yet happens, but usually because they're not quite old enough yet. Although that happens less to me since I am under 18."

Just putting it all out there.

Did I ever mention that Miral is stunning? She's Black, and truly a wonderful person. I'm glad they're together.

"You are?" asked Miral.

Say what.

"Did I say that out loud?" I said.

Mom and Miral both said yes.

Then Mom said the magic word.

Jinx.

She laughed and started to lean over to Miral.

"Wait," I said, quickly. "Hold that and pay it off when we're all naked."

"Sounds like a plan," said Miral.

She got up and headed towards the front door. Mom walked with her. Not being stupid, I walked behind them.

They both have great asses.

We walked outside and in the driveway was an SUV. A Mercedes-AMG G63.

"Where did this come from?" asked Mom.

Hallie is now laughing in my head. That's weird.

"I'm not on the moon anymore either," said Hallie. "See you in a few minutes."

Mom and Miral are wondering why I am moaning.

"You can tell them," thought Hallie. "Tell them about the night with Hunter, Leslie, and me."

Now she is laughing in my head again.

"We're all here," thought Hallie.

Just moanin' again.

I opened the driver's door and both Mom and Miral laughed.

"I'll get in the back," said Miral.

"I'm happy to ride in the back if one of you would like to drive," I said.

"Whatever gets us there fastest," said Mom.

Oh boy. I stayed within the speed limit. Barely. On the parts where we didn't fly. We pulled into the driveway and there were planes. Plural.

Oh boy. Again.

I turned to Mom and made sure Miral could hear me.

"That many planes says there are a lot of people here. I have met many of them and while I was intimidated at first, they made me feel so welcome that it wore off almost immediately," I said. "I suspect you'll have the same reaction, but remember, direct and polite. It there is an interest, and they are 9 or over, you can literally suggest anything. You want DP, ask for it. You want to fuck a 9-year-old girl with a double-ended dildo, she'll find the dildo. Some will be too young, but they'll tell you that, generally with a touch of disappointment."

"9," said both of them. Miral got it out first and let out a cackle.

They paid off right there in the car. Then they pulled me in for just as passionate of a kiss.

We're off to a good start. We finally sat back up and standing right outside the door was Pari.

Yes, I've met Pari. She is laughing.

And naked.

"Oh my God," said Miral. "She is gorgeous. I mean stunning." I admit I laughed and both women glared at me.

"No, no, I agree, she is truly gorgeous," I said. "She's one of the nicest people I've ever met. She also is the Minister of Education for Dionysus. I laughed because she would never, ever agree that she is gorgeous. She would say something like cute at best."

"She's the Minister of Education," said Miral. "That young woman."

"She's also dating Queen Amy and King Bob and the three of them will eventually marry," I said, with confidence. You only had to see them together.

"So someone the King and Queen's age can marry someone her age," said Miral.

"Sure," I said. They both exchanged a look.

Wait. They couldn't. Could they?

"OK, I am going to stretch the limit of polite and direct," I said. "Remember, there is never a wrong answer. Yes, no, and not yet. That's all you need. As they say, they're complete sentences. You never have to explain why either. OK?"

They both nodded. Mom bit her lower lip.

It is sexy as hell.

I took a deep breath. This is pretty out there.

"Would you both please marry me?" I asked. "We'd be a trio like Leslie, Hallie, and Hunter."

"Yes!" they both screamed.

Mom simply yelled out the word.

Pari is now laughing.

We finally got out and I did the introductions.

"Forgive me if this is too forward, but I just have to say that you are truly gorgeous," said Miral. Pari laughed a little.

"Thanks, but I am cute at best," said Pari, with big smile.

I held up Mom and Pari managed to catch Miral.

"Now that congratulations are in order," said Pari. "Just a quick suggestion. Enrique, you should call her Ezme now. It is less confusing when you're all engaged. Now you should all enjoy your first time together."

Yeah, we all stared at her until she laughed.

"You'll find most of us know things. We don't always know why or how we know it, but we're never wrong," said Pari. "I'm pretty sure that Jessica has a lock on everything that happens in the future." Just then a young woman ran up.

Jessica. Naked. Mom and Miral are staring, with their mouths open. Oops. Ezme and Miral. That's going to take some time.

"I just wanted to offer my congratulations," said Jessica. "My name is Jessica. You are both quite beautiful. While I am currently too young, you are both invited to my eventual ninth birthday, with I share with my wonderful twin brother, Bill. He is quite talented, and I assure you that at that birthday party we will both rock your world."

Yeah, she would. Jessica laughed and turned back to Mom, er Ezme, and Miral.

"I am however available for coaching, across a number of different variations," said Jessica. "And would happily provide examples. I am sure that Pari and Enrique would help me. I have a 7-year-old exception for the weekend." With that, she walked over to Pari and pulled her in for a kiss. We all watched her while she also fingered Pari to a pretty impressive orgasm. Pari also returned the favor. They finally stopped vibrating both turned back to us. Then they both stepped a little closer.

You can't stand in the puddle.

"I just learned six new things," said Miral.

"Seven," choked out Mom. Ezme. Darn it.

Both young women laughed.

"Wait until we break out the spatulas," said Jessica. For some reason Jessica, Miral, and Ezme are now discussing the myriad of uses for a good spatula.

Hey, I got it right. Ezme.

I am not sure that last idea is physically possible.

"Oh yeah it is," said Jessica, in a guttural voice. "I'll show it to you."

Ezme and Miral moaned.

OK, me too.

So did Pari. Just then, a man and a woman walked up, and each put an arm around Pari. I've already met them, but Ezme and Miral are star struck. I don't think it helps that they're both naked. Pari laughed and reached over and stroked Bob's cock.

Which is hard now.

"Hold up," said Miral. "I am still learning the customs, so if this is inappropriate, I apologize in advance and will learn from it. Did the two of you just get each other off even though Pari is dating your parents?"

Everyone except Miral laughed.

"We're both marrying my son," said Ezme. "Do you think this is that big a stretch?"

"Point taken," said Miral.

"We'd heard that congratulations are in order," said Amy. "Let us know if we can help with the wedding. Your passports are inside."

"Passports?" asked Ezme.

"You can only marry if you're Dionysus citizens. So we have passports. Jessica brought them," said Bob.

"When did she get here?" asked Miral.

Bob and Amy looked at each other.

Jessica laughed.

"I've been here for three days," said Jessica. Bob looked sheepish and shrugged and Amy laughed.

"We don't always know where she is," said Amy. "She has her own space plane."

Jessica pointed out one of the planes.

Ezme looked like she was going to ask something but shut her mouth.

"You can do it too," said Pari. Ezme blushed, but then nodded.

"You can read them both too," said Pari.

Mom nodded. Darn it. Ezme nodded.

Ezme turned to Jessica.

"You brought our passports with you, before you'd even met us," said Ezme. Jessica just smiled and nodded.

I am pretty sure Jessica just edged Ezme.

These folks are fun.

"I'm too young to push her over," said Jessica.

"Pushing it," said Amy.

Jessica laughed.

"OK," said Jessica, laughing again. She walked over and took my hand.

"Come on Enrique. Let's go fuck and get that first one out of you," said Jessica. "Then you'll have more stamina when you fuck Ezme and Miral."

I love it when a plan comes together. I'm walking along, holding Jessica's hand. Miral took Ezme's hand. Pari is holding one each of Amy and Bob.

We haven't even gone inside yet.

So far, this is an amazing day.

I already knew

I've known for a while that we're a trio. I thought Miral had similar feelings, but in our culture, that was child abuse.

Not in the Dionysus culture. I don't quite know how all this happened, but I am deliriously happy.

Now, back to the story. Enrique and Jessica together was stunning. Athletic, powerful, amazing. Pick your word. Animalistic.

Yeah, that is the right word. I learned things. Lots of things.

Then Enrique taught them all to me more intimately. Then he did the same for Miral.

"Oh," said Hallie. Yes, they're here, too, of course. "I almost forgot. I made your house a consulate, Ezme, so you can all live together. You have the bigger house. I hope that was OK, Miral."

Miral smiled and nodded.

"I paid off the mortgage, too," said Hallie. "Mortgages are silly."

"You paid off the mortgage," I said, and Hallie laughed and nodded.

Remember earlier when we watched Jessica and Pari? Replace them with Hallie and me.

Then things got a little crazy.

I have no idea how we're in this world, but I like it in this world.

"Me too," said Miral and Enrique together.

They're making out now. Oh, they just pulled me in too.

Yay!

Even worse than we feared

My name is Rebecca. I am an attorney in Florida. I was an attorney for the state, but now I work for Dionysus and am auditing all state level cases for the last 25 years. We had started from today and worked back and it is bad. Really bad. As in tens of thousands of people incarcerated that shouldn't have been. We expect that number to go deep into six figures. It might even move into the millions. The amount of outright corruption is stunning.

The basic premise was that guilty people could pay a fee and the state would prosecute an innocent person in their place. As you can imagine, those paying were mostly white and those getting sent to jail rarely were. The corruption was deep, but mostly in the state attorney's offices. Most judges were clean and ruled based on the evidence.

The evidence which was all lies.

What the fuck happens now? We suspected what would happen is that our results would be buried. That's not going to happen. I went in to talk to Hallie about it. The best boss I have ever had, bar none.

OMG. Bar none. Even I know to tell that one to Bob.

And he will reward me. Repeatedly.

We had lunch delivered for the office. We're working out of Hallie's house. I've moved in, too. Hunter is usually here, working with us. Leslie is here a lot. They're a trio, after all. That said, they're not here that often. Hallie put me in charge.

The two people that have read and catalogued the most cases surprised me. They're not attorneys, but they know what to look for and just consume the information.

Tia and Jax. I know I'm pretty smart to have passed the bar at 17, but good grief. The team is pretty big. All in, there are 33 of us and we could use hundreds more.

"This is stunning," I said, to kick off the conversation. "We can't possibly look at them all without more people. We've already broken 10,000 cases and there are so many more to review."

"Then hire more people," said Jax. Sure, Jax. I'll just hire more people. He and Tia laughed.

"Yeah, hire them. Hire every first year grad you can find. This will be awesome for their resume, in an incredibly sad way," said Tia.

"Hey everybody," said Tia, who jumped up on a table. She got a devilish look in her eye as she looked around the room.

"If only," she said, softly. Oh. Wow.

"Who here would like to go to law school?" asked Tia. Almost every hand went up, including Leslie's. The only hands not up were already attorneys. Hallie and me, basically. No, that's not true. Nylah is here helping today. Three hands. We have a lot of paralegals. They're smart, tenacious, and have a better eye than most actual lawyers.

"What, you don't want to go to law school?" asked one of the paralegals, of Nylah, with a little laugh.

"Nope," said Nylah. "Already did."

That got a stare or two.

"OK," said Tia. "I'll have someone here this afternoon to work with you. There are a number of schools available. We'll give you time to both work and study and continue to pay you. We'll cover all the costs, including tuition, of course."

A lot of people were staring at Tia right now. One young woman broke out of her shock first and turned to Hallie.

"Can she do that?" asked the young woman. Hallie laughed.

"Sure," said Hallie. "It's actually great for us, since everyone can recruit, too."

"How old are you?" asked the woman, of Tia.

"I'm 3," said Tia.

"And why are you even here?" said a young man. "Although I have to say, from what I've read of your work, you're actually better at this than I am."

"I'm her daughter," said Tia, pointing at Hallie.

"And I'm her son," said Jax. Hunter and Leslie happened to be here today too.

"She's our other mother," said Tia, pointing at Leslie.

"And he's our Dad," said Jax, pointing at Hunter.

It took them a bit, but at least half the people in the room finally figured out who they were.

Which resulted in a moan that kind of rocked the room.

I get it. I really do.

A little more personally than the rest of them.

This is so sad. And so freaking exciting.

Party time

Cassie here. I guess I'm nominally the host for Saturday. Switching topics now. The party at NYU. I do know that the head of the local UN security team is pissed at me.

He had demanded a meeting with the president of the university. He hadn't asked. He demanded. We are not big fans of those that are pushy.

He was going to be in for a bit of a surprise. I'd invited Leslie to the meeting. You know.

His big boss.

He stormed into my office. He didn't walk, he stormed.

I already didn't like him, and I like people.

"Where is the president, little girl?" he said. "I'm a busy man. I don't have time for children."

"Does that include me?" said a voice from behind him.

He turned to find Leslie sitting on the couch.

His face turned to an interesting shade of crimson.

It was time to take the edge off, so I came around the desk and put out my hand.

"My name is Cassie. I'm the president of the university," I said. He just looked at my hand and wouldn't shake it.

I think he wanted to spit.

"Are you going to shake her hand?" asked Leslie. His head kept swiveling between us. It was hard to figure out for which of us he held the most disdain. Wow.

Leslie lost patience.

"Report to my office immediately. Wait for me until I return," she said, curtly. You could tell he wanted to object. Finally he spun on heels and stormed out.

Storming is his thing.

Leslie sent a text to her office to send over the number 2. She didn't even know who it was. While local security is nominally her responsibility, it isn't her focus. We spent a few minutes catching up. No we didn't make out. That's later. Oh yes it is.

The door opened and my assistant ushered in a tall good looking guy.

For some reason Leslie let out a short scream and ran into a hug.

Ok. That seems weird.

"Cassie you have to meet our old friend, LJ?" asked Leslie. Clearly I had not. Leslie explained the challenge with the last guy. I respected that LJ stayed silent even though you could tell he wanted to be blunt.

"Spill it," said Leslie. LJ hesitated and then smiled.

"He is a dick," said LJ, laughing.

Well that seemed accurate.

"He is on assignment from Germany. He does not believe women should be in the military. He does not believe Dionysus should be in the superpower conversation," said LJ. "And he absolutely hates you. You are everything that is wrong. Young, smart, rich, powerful, and a woman. Or as he would put it, a girl. I suspect Cassie being the school president just pushed him over. You should send him home."

Leslie laughed.

"Oh, no. No way. That's what he wants," said Leslie. "No, he is my new aide. He'll be with me every working hour."

OK, we all laughed. Then we locked the door and fucked. Well, consulate property you know. A big, tall stud with two sexy young girls.

I know LJ a little better now.

I will win him over or break him

His name is Ekhart. What is it about Germans that don't like us or believe in us? I put LJ in charge of the party and headed back to my office. I'd already made him wait for over 90 minutes.

We had things to do. Honestly, 90 minutes is a quickie for us. Oh, this is Leslie now.

I got to my office and he wasn't there. According to my team, he had never been there. I had them try to call him and no answer.

Well fuck. Stalemate. What do I do now? He's wearing the proverbial dress to battle. Trying to get sent home. OK, that is an obscure reference to a 1970s TV show callsed M*A*S*H, but it means trying to act crazy to get thrown out of the military.

He does not realize how stubborn I am. The queen of stubborn.

Ok, that might be quite a competition in our society.

I think I would be in third, behind Nan and Carlina. Wait. That puts Mom in fourth and Ruby and Tegan somewhere. And Natalie.

Jessica. What about Jessica? And Maite.

Maybe I am in the Top 25.

I couldn't do what I wanted for a few hours, so I dropped in on my buddy. Our UN ambassador.

Luke. His assistant wasn't at her desk. His assistant is freaking adorable. Carly. You might remember she is from the nearby elementary school. She was in the third grade when Luke met her. Recently. We bought the school system, remember?

Carly is close to finishing her bachelor's and works for Luke part-time.

I walked past her desk and reached for the knob and went in. Well, I found Carly.

Luke was balls deep. I cleared my throat.

"You really should lock your door," I said. "Fun as this looks." They both stared at me.

"It is locked," said Carly. I reached back and sure enough, it was locked.

"That's weird, it must have locked behind me," I said.

"Nope," said Luke. "You walked through the door."

I laughed.

"No kidding. We both saw you do it. The doorknob shook, and then you just walked right through the door," said Carly.

Really? I tried to go back the other way and smashed into the door.

Luke just shrugged his shoulders.

"Get over here," said Carly, in a growl. She rolled on her back. Oh goody. I got on my knees over her, and Luke slid right in me.

I sure do love my brother.

Can I fuck in every meeting?

Maybe. Probably. Usually. Yes.

Back to work

Well, that was fun, but back to work. It's almost 1900 and I was about to knock on the door of an apartment.

Ekhart's apartment. I knocked and a young woman answered.

"Hi," she said. "Welcome to our home, Princess Leslie." I laughed.

"Just Leslie," I said.

"OK, Just Leslie, but that's a little weird," she said. A dad joke. Not even an original one, but she didn't know that, and Dad wouldn't care.

"My dad would love you," I said, stepping inside.

"More than you can imagine," she said, giving me a smile, just as a young boy walked up.

Her twin brother. Ada and Welf. Age 9.

Thin, blonde, gorgeous.

"My name is Welf. I see you have met Ada," said Welf. Then he bowed. God, I love these kids. I stuck my hand out to each of them, and they shook it. They know this protocol shit better than I do.

So I opened my arms. Hell yes they both got a hug. It's all part of our extensions to protocol. We encourage hugs.

I just broke the hug with Ada when her parents walked in.

"Who is it?" said the mom, in German.

"My name is Leslie," I said, sticking out my hand. "I work with your husband." Yes, in German. What did you expect? I even picked an upper Saxon dialect which was appropriate for her hometown of Leipzig. I do my homework.

"Your German is flawless for an American," said Angelika, his wife. "The use of the upper Saxon dialect was a nice touch."

I just smiled.

"Why are you here?" said Ekhart, quite rudely, in English. It clearly startled his kids and even his wife did a double-take.

"Ekhart, that is no way to treat a colleague," said Angelika. "Come in, come in. We're just sitting down to dinner and have plenty."

Which is how I had dinner with Ekhart and his family. At home, he's nice, gracious, and even funny. At work, not so much. His wife is wonderful. Funny, snarky, sexy, and strong. All the things I love.

All of which describes Ada, too. Welf, too, but Ada is clearly the dominant twin. Not that Welf is weak. He clearly defers to her because she likes to be in charge. A little like Jessica and Bill. Nylah and Colby. Ruby and Tomas. Mom and Dad. Poor Hunter has to deal with Hallie and me.

You get the idea.

Then I confused Ekhart. When dinner was over, I thanked them all, and headed towards the door.

Ada hopped up and steered me right back to the table.

"We're not done with you," she said. Almost growled. Well, this isn't a consulate, so I doubt she meant that.

Although I could make it a consulate.

"Why did you come?" said Ada, to an intake of breath from Angelika.

I admit, I laughed.

"Not letting me get away with it, are you?" I said. "Where do you go to school?" She named a Catholic school and the disdain just rolled out.

"Dad won't let us go to your schools," said Ada.

"It pisses us off," said Welf.

"Welf," said Angelika, sternly.

"Sorry, Mom, but you know it is true," said Welf.

I turned to Ekhart.

"I could understand why you didn't send them to public school before, but the school that best fits them now is the public school," I said.

"Never," spit out Ekhart.

"Why?" I asked. I'm not letting him off the hook.

"Because they'll fuck!" he almost shouted. Hmm. And he got hard. Angelika noticed and moaned.

"What do you think happens in their bedroom?" asked Angelika. "We live in a small two-bedroom apartment. Our boy/girl twins share a room. They fuck all the time! At least in the school system, they'd get the right education, including about sex."

I thought Ekhart was going to explode, but then his face softened. He turned to me. The transformation was incredible. And startling.

"I apologize for my behavior," said Ekhart. "I don't understand the new world and it frightens me. My children are smart and funny and more, and I am holding them back."

"We'll help you out, Dad," said Ada. "You need to relax more. You'll have to come to our school once we're registered. We're both great fucks."

"I'd like that," he said, softly. "I'd like that a lot." Yeah, the root of the problem for many, if not most, men. They've been raised in one world and are now having to live in another.

Our world. That sounds so damn pompous, but it is true. Mom and Dad changed the world. Which would be a great porn title, now wouldn't it?

"Well, I did come to tell you that I've moved you into a position as my aide. One of the benefits of being my aide is that your apartment is classified as a consulate," I said. Yeah, yeah, making it all up, but we kind of get away with that.

"Effective immediately," I said. Ada jumped up and into Ekhart's lap and started kissing him. Then she pulled off her shirt and put his hands on her nipples. Nipple bumps on Ada. Glorious nipple bumps. She was clearly grinding his cock. I didn't see much more, because Welf was on my lap and he was a bold little guy. He had his hands under my shirt in a flash.

I was OK with that.

We'll just leave it that Ekhart's and my relationship improved.

Repeatedly.

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