10 January 2022

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Can day 2 be crazier

The short answer is no, thankfully. This is Luke. My first day on my job was a little insane. A huge rally that was completely unexpected. Bought a school district. Just a little one. The New York City schools. Rescued a large group of abused children.

What could day 2 bring?

Mostly ambassadors that wanted something. Yeah, they viewed me as a human ATM. It was a long day and honestly, nothing worth talking about. Being the ambassador seems to be mostly about meetings. Lots and lots of meetings with people pontificating. I'll give you an example. The ambassador from France took over a meeting to talk about their wine. The best wine in the world. Nothing else compares. Others are imposters.

Yada freaking yada.

I don't think the French ambassador appreciated the German ambassador snorting. I was just bored. Finally the German ambassador interrupted.

"Have you even tasted a good wine?" he asked, naming one of our good, but not great, wines. I mean sure, it's $10K a bottle and better than damn near anything else, but I find it a little strong. I prefer a lighter wine. Being all 9 and all.

"I challenge anyone to produce a better wine," said the French ambassador, naming a wine that I wouldn't use to brush my teeth.

I didn't think he'd see the gag me motion, but he turned at an inopportune time.

"So, child, you think you can do better?" he challenged. OK, this time I snorted.

"What's the bet?" I asked. He seemed stumped.

"If you believe our wine is better, you have to say so on the floor of the General Assembly," I said.

"If I believe. You're going to let me judge?" he asked.

"Sure, because if you don't pick our wine, anyone that has had it will know you're lying," I said. I sent a text, and it wasn't five minutes later, while he was pontificating some more, that one of my team walked in with two bottles. My favorites. A red, at room temp, and a white, chilled. He brought them to me, with a corkscrew. Behind him was another aide with four glasses.

"Anton," I said, calling to the Italian ambassador. "Come here." I proceeded to open the bottles and didn't even do all the proper steps. It wouldn't matter. I poured two of white and two of red. I waved the Italian and French ambassadors to each try them both. God, they went through all these bullshit rituals. While they were, I took a swig of the white, which is my favorite of them all, from the bottle. That got a gasp or two. Maybe my age. Maybe drinking from the bottle. I passed the bottle to the Canadian ambassador, who had walked over, and she took a swig from the bottle.

And moaned. Yeah, that moan. A little orgasm right there in the meeting room. Then she laughed.

"Good luck, Francois," she said. I think everyone was a little stunned, but she seemed pretty happy about it. She passed the bottle to the ambassador from Norway. Let's hope it doesn't make him cum. That could be messy. I passed the bottle of red the other way. Isn't this how meetings work? Passing around the bottles of wine, with everyone taking a drink from the bottle?

Maybe it is, maybe it is.

The Italian ambassador swooned a bit, too. Everyone that took a drink did, too. I could see the French ambassador almost vibrating. Ah shit.

"Hold up," I said. "This is silly. I won't ask you to announce our wine is best. That would be devastating to your career and even your country." He finally stood up straight.

"No, I will," he said. "It is the best wine I have ever had and ever will have, given I couldn't afford a sip of it." I am not sure he could have timed it better. A workman came in wheeling a big cart just loaded down with cases of wine. Nice touch, whoever did it. Hell, it could have been Ruby, and she isn't even here. Or Jessica. Probably Jessica, who is now cackling in my head. She likes to do that.

Then I passed around the bottles. They'd brought enough for each person in the meeting to take two home. The ambassador from Sweden did the math. You should never do the math. She walked over.

"Thank you so much," she said. "Wines I would never experience. You live an interesting life. You just handed out several million dollars of wine. It's nothing to you, is it?"

"Oh it is. I understand the impact of that much money. I live a fortunate life and I know it," I said. "But yes, I can do it and could do it at every meeting."

"Maybe you should," she said, hitting me with a killer smile. I think the forty-something ambassador from Sweden just hit on me. She leaned down to me.

"Do I understand correctly that you've had your ninth birthday?" she whispered. Holy shit.

She is a beautiful woman.

But I probably shouldn't fuck the other ambassadors. Although if we fucked more, we'd fight less.

The rest of the day was uneventful, although my role seems to be agreeing to fund things in the world that need to be done. Mom and Dad are cool with that. It all comes from Hayden. That's what we do.

I thought it was stress

Luke came home out of sorts. I realized it wasn't stress. It was boredom. Cassie now.

"I know this is the way it works in the wild," said Luke. "But good grief. Seven hours of meetings that wouldn't even have happened in our world. Someone would have made decisions and freaking fixed it. Hell, Jessica would never tolerate this."

I gave my snuggle bunny a big hug. He likes it when I hug him into my boobs. I like it when I hug him into my boobs. We got distracted for a bit, but just some making out. We're kids. We make out.

"Why don't we take the boat out and have dinner," I said. That got me a smile and I love Luke's smile. We asked if anyone wanted to go, and it ended up being just us. Lindy was asleep with Lucas and Mindy said to just leave her. I love my sister. This is working out so well. We took a JetsonCar over to the North Cove Marina where we keep the boats. Yeah, boats. We have several slips. The biggest is the new Sunseeker Ocean Club 50, as in 50 meters. About 160 feet. It is simply gorgeous. Luke loves the Sunseekers because we also have a Sport Yacht 74. Then again if we're just in the mood for the wind in our hair, we have a Midnight Express 60, too. Damn that thing is fast. Then again, the OC50 will clear 300 knots in open water. If we hop it up into antigrav mode, it will cross the Atlantic in under an hour.

We don't suggest being out on the deck.

You know Dad was involved, right?

We got to the marina and had been going back and forth on what to take.

"We need to take Dad's boat," I said. They added on to the marina for Dad's boat. He had it built to the maximum size they could accommodate. It is 409 feet long. The 409.

We are not very imaginative in our naming structure. They all have actual names, but we ever use them.

"Why do we need the 409?" he asked.

"I don't know but we do," I said. We'll go with that. We don't ignore feelings like that. Ever. We stopped in and said hi at the office and told them we'd be taking out Dad's boat.

Yes boat.

Which led to a discussion of their needing to find us a qualified captain on short notice.

Yeah, no.

"We're good," said Luke, cheerfully. Our dog could pilot the boat. If we had a dog. Maybe we should have a dog. I'm sure he thought other people were with us.

We hopped on board. Ok we walked up the gang plank and then took the elevator up.

It is a really big boat.

I trust Cassie's feelings

I do.

We eased our way out and as soon as we were offshore, Cassie took over. She turned us to a new heading and entered coordinates. When I looked at her she just shrugged and hit the gas. We freaking flew over the water. We got up to about 240 knots and started slowing.

Fast.

There was something up ahead.

"Stay here and take over," she said. She ran to the elevator. We had barely come to a stop and I ran and looked over. There was a small boat. Sinking. With people in the water. Cassie came out of the garage in one of the 37 boats but there were a lot of people. I dove over the side. It is really high up, but my dive was mostly acting. I was flying down. We got there at the same time. I hit the water a little harder than I intended, and it stung but I popped back up. Cassie was already in the water helping kids get on the boat. One of the kids screamed.

"Get the baby!" she yelled, pointing at a cooler that was open and floating away. Shit. I rocketed over and sure enough, in the cooler there was a baby wrapped in a blanket. I swam back, pushing the cooler. I was closer to the 409 than to Cassie and I pushed the cooler right into the garage. Cassie waited just outside while I climbed out and lifted the baby out. She slept through it all. I was holding her against my chest while Cassie pulled in the boat. The door closed and the pumps fired up and the water level dropped. The 37 settled onto the lift. I handed the baby to Cassie.

"Get upstairs fast. We are salvaging that boat," I said. I let water back into the garage and took a wave runner over to the boat. I grabbed the cable and hooked into onto the bow ring. Cassie was looking over the side and I gave her the thumbs up. She took out the slack and slowly started lifting the boat. I climbed up and onto the boat. I left the wave runner to drift, but as soon as it was clear, it would park itself. The boat came out bow first and I stood on the bow, holding the winch line, and rode it all the way up. Cassie lowered it to the deck and gave me a chance to jump off before it settled down.

I turned around and faced seven kids, from about 12 to the baby. Four girls and three boys. The oldest was a girl. They were clearly shivering and Cassie and I both realized it. The oldest was holding the baby.

We herded them inside and Cassie ran and got towels. I took the time to tell Alexa to crank up the heat.

Cassie ran back in with towels. Lots of towels.

"Get out of the clothes now and dry off," said Cassie. The kids all looked at each other.

Got it. I pushed the boys out of the room and into the library.

Yes Dad's boat has a library.

Now that the girls were not here, the three boys undressed and dried off and wrapped themselves in the towels.

"Can I come in?" asked Cassie and I told her she could. She came in and handed me a pile of clothes and stepped back out. Somehow I knew they would all fit. The boys all got dressed, in khaki shorts and polos.

We walked out and everyone was in the dining room. The sun was streaming in the door. We went over and they were sitting around the dining table. The girls were all in similar clothes.

Cassie was sitting there casually breastfeeding the baby. All the boys freaked and turned away.

"Stop it," said Cassie. "Sit down." These were boys used to authority and they did that they were told.

"OK," said Cassie. "We are going to do introductions and then you're telling us the story. You will be blunt and honest and hold nothing back. We need the truth."

"I'm Tori. I'm 10," she said. Younger than we thought. We went through all the kids. The four girls were sisters, and the three boys were brothers. Amya, 9. Melany, 4. The baby is Mylie and only 3 weeks old. We had assumed a girl from the pink blanket, which proved to be right.

But read that again. She is 3 weeks old.

The boys are Jaydon, Dillan, and Carsen. 8, 7, and 5.

"What happened?" said Cassie, in a gentle voice. They all looked at each other. The oldest girl looked at the oldest boy. You could tell they were making a decision. Finally the boy shrugged.

Tori is their spokesperson.

"Our mom loaded us up in the van and said we were going to have a fun outing. We got to the marina and there was a rental boat waiting. She had us get in and then she took off. Fast. She clearly had a destination," said Tori. "As we got closer, we saw that there was another boat. As we pulled up, we saw Jaydon's mom and all the boys. Their mom was holding a gun on them. Suddenly our mom had a gun too. They made us get on to one boat. Our mom threw all the life jackets into the boat they were in."

By now tears were streaming down her face. All of their faces. Except the baby, who was happily chowing down.

"Then Mom shot the engine in our boat. She seemed disappointed in something and we realized they both hoped the engine would catch fire," said Jaydon. "They talked about it for a bit and then their Mom emptied her gun, shooting holes through the bottom of the boat. Then they sped off."

Well shit. Why the hell would they do that?

"They'd both gotten involved with a really weird church," said Dillan. "Church teachings discourage children. They were taking a lot of grief for having big families. They were excited about all the sympathy they would get from the tragic accident."

That gave me a thought and I led them all back inside and turned on the TV.

They were on CNN, crying that the other boat had sunk with all of us on it. They were sharing where it happened.

Which was nowhere near where it happened.

We could see helicopters in the distance, doing search patterns.

Miles away.

"We need to go confront them!" said Tori.

"No, honey, we don't," said Cassie. "They won't believe you. They'll believe your moms. You're safe now. We have time to figure out the best approach."

"But I don't understand," said Amya. "You're kids and I'm even older than he is. We are on the biggest yacht I have ever seen, and you seem to be on it all by yourself. And I'm pretty sure he can fly." She pointed at me.

I looked at Cassie and she just shrugged. Luckily, there was a distraction when we heard the whoosh. The kids heard it too.

"That was a space plane," said Dillan. He ran out the door and we all followed. By the time we got there, he was just standing there, in shock.

As Mom and Dad walked up. An E-82 was behind them.

"Well that explains the yacht," said Tori, dryly.

"Boat," said Dad. "It is a boat."

That's Dad.

"We will take the kids with us," said Mom. "You go in and tell the authorities that you found the boat. They'll find the evidence. Given the religious cult, it is best that the kids stay out of sight."

"So you're going to take us to Dionysus in your space plane," said Tori.

Mom just nodded.

"I'll pump," said Cassie. "Have a courier pick it up every day."

Mom looked at Tori and the baby Mylie.

"I don't think that's necessary," said Mom. "Are you breastfeeding, Tori?" Tori and the other kids damn near freaked out, until Mom walked over and hugged Tori.

"Honey, you're safe. The baby is safe. We care about you all. It is OK. What's best for Mylie is for you to continue to breastfeed. I don't care who the father is, but we'll figure it all out and keep you safe," said Mom.

"About that," said Amya. "How old are you two?"

"I'm 13," said Cassie. "He is 9. We have a three-month old baby at home."

"Of course you do," said Amya. "And we are all supposed to just go with them."

"Can you think of someone that will keep you safer?" I asked.

"Well, you have me there," she said. We loaded them all up on the plane and it took off.

That's when we called the Coast Guard and told them we salvaged a boat but didn't find any passengers. We lie pretty well. And who was going to challenge either one of us? We let them know that we had a helicopter pad, and a big Coast Guard helicopter flew towards us from over where they were searching. It landed on the deck and we used the automated latch system and locked it down. Yeah, we still built in locks for helicopters. Sometimes we like to go old school.

There was one time in a helicopter...

We knew we were going to get a raft of shit. A serious raft of shit. We are on a 409-foot boat. Yacht. By ourselves.

Two people got off the helicopter.

They couldn't have been nicer to us. What the fuck.

"I suppose we should mention that we have met your family before," said the commander.

They went over and inspected the wreckage.

"You salvaged it?" asked Remi.

We both just nodded.

"You know what those holes are?" asked Annah.

"9mm or 40 cal," I said. "If I was a betting man."

"You know your bullets," said Annah. "Should that worry us?"

We both laughed.

"We wouldn't need or use a gun," said Cassie. "At least an old school gun." She pointed at a candle on the table. Hey, I like that candle!

Not anymore. Cassie just vaporized it.

"My earrings have ion guns in them," said Cassie. "I keep it dialed down to stun usually."

"Sure the ion gun earrings," said the commander, laughing.

"And if we searched the boat, would the two of you be the only ones on it?" asked the woman officer.

"No, there is a crew of 30," I said. "They're just all coincidentally napping."

"The snark isn't becoming," said Annah. Cassie laughed. Thanks, dear.

"Yes, we're alone," I said. "We both also have our captains' licenses." Remi held out his hand. Cassie had them since we anticipated this.

"So you have captains licenses issued by the country owned by your mom and dad," said Remi.

"Yes, using the same materials and testing program that you use, and the US Coast Guard has reviewed and certified our program," said Cassie. "And we're both comfortable piloting a 409 foot ship that is fast enough that we could have lunch in France."

They kind of stared. We could see the light in Annah's eyes.

"You leveraged the starship tech," she said, with a little bit of awe. "Is this a sub and spaceship too?" Cassie looked at me and I shrugged.

"I don't know," said Cassie. "Now I have to look." She walked over to the stairs up to the upper deck. We all followed her. I'm pretty sure they enjoyed the view of Cassie's incredible ass as much as I did.

She has a simply spectacular ass. We walked over to the controls and Cassie brought up the menus.

"Apparently it is both a spaceship and a submarine," said Cassie, nonchalantly. They both just shook their heads.

"So I'm a little behind," said Remi. "I thought I knew all the kids. I know of you Luke, but Cassie, you're new to me. Are you just Luke's friend?"

"Oh I'm Luke's best friend," said Cassie, smiling. "I'm also his wife and the mother of our baby."

"And you're 9," said Remi. I just nodded. Like father, like son.

Remi looked at Cassie and she laughed again.

"13," said Cassie. "We both work full-time too."

"I am pretty confident I am being setup," said Remi. "But I have just got to ask. Doing what."

"I'm the president of NYU and a student in the medical school. Oh, and the president of the Medical school, too," said Cassie. "I also own NYU."

"Uh huh, got it," he said. "NYU and a doctor."

"And you, Luke?" asked Remi.

"I am the UN ambassador for Dionysus," I said.

"Sure, of course," said Remi.

Oh hell, we waited him out. You could almost see the lightbulb go on.

"You're serious," said Remi. We both just nodded. Well played, Cassie.

"Then do you want to tell me the real story?" asked Annah.

"What do you mean?" asked Cassie.

"You told us that you're alone, which would means your baby isn't with you," said Annah. "But you're leaking milk, but only out of your left breast. That means either Luke has been sucking on only that one, or you recently breastfed a baby. The boat had a baby on it. You're not telling us the whole story."

Cassie looked at me and I just smiled.

"We had the kids," said Cassie. "We knew the moms were lying and the system would believe them, and the kids would go back, and they'd try again."

Both of them sighed.

"We have to take them," said Remi, clearly unhappy at the prospect.

"We don't have them anymore," I said. Now Remi looked a little angry.

"Wait," said Cassie. "He's serious. We don't anymore. His mom and dad picked them up in their E-82."

"They picked them up in a hypersonic space plane," said Annah.

"Which can VTOL and landed right where your helicopter is," I said.

"You know we're going to have to search," said Remi.

"Well, we both know that won't happen," I said. Cassie laughed and walked over with her phone and showed us a picture.

It was a text from Dad. It was a picture of all the kids, with Tori holding the baby, standing next to Mom. They were standing in front of a window through which you had a wonderful view of the Earth.

"OK," said Remi. "I might believe your story. Can you do video?" Cassie hit the right button and Dad picked up. He turned so we could see the same view over his shoulder.

"Hi Remi," said Dad. "Wish it was better circumstances."

"How do I know that's not just a backdrop?" said Remi.

"You either trust us or you don't," said Dad. "You know we're doing good for the world."

"I do," said Remi.

"You have my consent to search," said Bob. "Even though you're wasting your time. You should. You need to cross the Ts and dot the Is. Cassie and Luke will take care of you. They'll take the boat wherever you tell them. You can use the boats to get a search team. Make sure to search all the boats in the garage. You don't want to miss anything. Luke can give you the diagrams of the ship. I can also give the manufacturer permission to email you their copy. In fact, I'll do that. Better for you. Be safe, my friend."

With that, Dad disconnected.

"That was real, wasn't it?" said Remi. We both just nodded.

"Listen," I said. "I echo everything Dad said. Tell us where we need to be. We'll cook dinner for whatever crew you bring on board. They're all welcome to anything. Raid the pantry or refrigerator or take a shower. Whatever they need. We'll have dinner ready quickly if you can estimate the crew size."

Annah laughed.

"It will be over a hundred," she said, laughing.

"No problem," I said. "We'll throw steaks and veggies on the grill and do some fries and onion rings. This is a 409 foot boat. A hundred people isn't a very big day."

"You have steaks to feed a hundred," asked Annah.

"Oh sure," said Cassie. "We'll boil up big bowls of shrimp, crab, and lobster tails too. We know they can't have wine, but we have a large selection of non-alcoholic wines that are surprisingly good. Where do you need us to move the boat?"

Remi pointed towards the activity a few miles away.

"If you give me a little info about the ship with which we'll rendezvous, I can navigate with that. Even just the name of the ship," said Cassie.

"We're meeting the Hamilton," said Annah. Before she could finish speaking, Alexa talked.

"Navigating to rendezvous with the Hamilton," she said. "Do you want flank speed?"

"No!" we both yelled.

"Forty knots, please," said Cassie. With that, the boat started moving and made a fast, sweeping turn.

"Did you say forty knots?" said Annah. "If that's not flank speed, what is?"

"We were serious about lunch in France," said Cassie. "We still have time."

"Oh, come on," said Remi. Cassie just shrugged.

"We could have lunch on the moon, too," she said, laughing. "And take this boat to get there."

That we could. We quickly approached the Hamilton. Our Coast Guard guests radioed and got permission for us to hover near them.

The light bulb finally went on. Remi turned to us. Yeah, we'd learned their names, but you saw that.

"How did you navigate to a US Coast Guard vessel by name? How did you know the location?" he asked. I'd expected this and asked Dad as Cassie had done that. Cassie realized her mistake and joined the conversation. Yeah, while we were on our way. Dad told us to do what we thought we should do.

Tell the truth.

"We maintain a database of all water traffic at all times," I said. "We move on or under the water at speeds others don't. We need to know where everything is."

"Including US naval vessels," he said.

"Of course," I said.

"Wait, you said under," said Remi. "You know where our subs are. That's not OK."

I admit, I laughed.

"And what would you propose to do about it?" I said.

"You know where everybody's subs are. You need to tell us," said Remi. I admit I laughed again.

"So you're OK if we share the locations of your subs," I said.

"No!" he shouted.

"Then why would we share other country's subs with you?" I asked.

"Because we're the US!" he said. Cassie and I completely lost it laughing.

"How is that an answer to my question?" I said. "Listen. We're neutral. We do good in the world. If anyone has that information, it is good that it is us. If a country encroaches where they shouldn't, we'll make a decision on whether to share that information."

"What makes you get to make that decision?" asked Annah.

"Because we have the information," I said. "You don't."

That kind of stumped them. This was going to come back to us. You know. I don't care. Our little country that was literally started as a joke is making a difference in the world.

"You should share," said Annah.

"We will happily share the information between any countries that agree to it bilaterally. If you want to know where Chinese subs are, get them to agree to it. You'll have to share your locations with them too," I said.

"We'd never do that," said Annah.

"Thank you for making my point," I said. "We should probably just move on."

I realized we didn't need to send boats for the crew. I walked over to the side and stepped off.

Onto the force field path to their ship. I turned around to look at the two Coast Guard officers.

Who were just staring at me. I laughed and looked down.

"Alexa," I said. "Color the path black." Suddenly a black path between the ships showed up, complete with handrails.

"Sorry," I said. "We're used to just walking."

"Well sure," said Remi. "But you can't go onto our ship."

"OK," I said, stepping back off. "But technically, that's not true. We have a cooperation agreement between our military forces. I am in the military. Ergo, sure I can."

I got to say ergo. Now I am giggling.

Remi waved and people streamed across the path, which then blinked out.

"You people are weird," said Annah.

"Which you already knew," I said. She stood there for a moment, a bit dreamy eyed. I get it. Orlando's a good fuck. I should know!

Now you're imagining him fucking me in the ass.

Me too.

Ya gotta have an attorney

Nylah here. We're going into court with Tori and team. They're really prepared and we're confident they'll do well. It is an impossible situation, where their moms tried to kill them. Think that one through. I represent the kids, along with Hunter. It never hurts to have the retired US Attorney General as your second chair. That's not entirely true, since we're not prosecuting the case, but we'll be at the table when they testify. We thought about requesting extradition, and we might if the US Courts don't do the right thing.

Which is to award custody to the fathers. Yeah, that's a plot twist isn't it?

Apparently the church was just focused on the mothers and was quite the scam. You're wondering, like I did, why he didn't notice that his 10-year-old daughter gave birth.

It was because they were divorced, and the mom had run off with the kids. The father of Tori's baby is the leader of the cult.

That can't surprise you. They rolled everyone up and arrested them, and this trial is actually about the case, not the fathers getting custody. That would happen, but as a subsequent case. The courts had allowed the kids to stay in Robertville.

Jessica is doing a fine job parenting them.

You know I'm not kidding.

We were all being kept out of the courtroom until the case is pretty far along. The kids are witnesses. We hadn't coached them in what to say but had let them practice. That's fair game. We also worked with them on how to handle unexpected questions.

Showtime.

They called Tori to the stand. I have never been prouder of anyone in my life. The prosecution let her tell the story. She didn't embellish it at all. She just told the truth and weaved the story masterfully, including the fact that she had a baby fathered by the cult leader. The prosecution introduced DNA evidence. They didn't even call any other of the kids.

The jail terms were very long. What surprised us was the judge asking Tori what she wanted to happen next.

"We all want to live with our dads," said Tori. "But here's the conundrum."

Bonus points for conundrum.

"We've lived for months in the world of Dionysus. We're treated with respect, allowed to learn and make our own decisions and more. We've all advanced multiple grade levels. I've completed high school and am halfway to my bachelor's degree in counseling and I'm 10. We love our dads, but giving that up is going to really hurt," said Tori.

The judge looked at me.

Well sure, ask the 7-year-old.

"We're prepared to offer citizenship to both families, including the fathers," I said. "They can choose to immigrate to any locations under our control, including many schools world-wide. Right now, they're living in Robertville. We'd suggest both fathers join them there."

"How would they support themselves?" asked the judge.

"We have a universal basic income that is pretty high," I said. "But both have valued professions. One is a physician and the other is a construction foreman. Both jobs come with a home."

"Are the fathers present?" asked the judge. Like they wouldn't be there.

"Do you agree with this proposal?" he asked and both men confirmed they did. Tori's dad is Sebastian. Jaydon's dad is Felix. They're gorgeous and are going to like Robertville and yes, there is a difference between the cult leader fucking Tori and Sebastian fucking her and you damn well know it.

Then again, I predict Sebastian and Felix will marry. I know things.

And then we were done.

My name is Ireland

My family moved recently, and we've become friends with the royal family. That sounds really pompous, but it is a factual statement, so you can suck it. No, I mean it. Suck anything you want. Any time. Any place. I'll suck you. We can fuck.

I like it here. Well, by here, I mean Amyville, but right now I'm in Spain. With my brother, Dillon. Now, that's really cool, but it gets better. Way better. We're with Tavi and Amara.

And Ruby and Tomas.

I'll get to why we're here in a minute, but right now we're going to play the Sixty second Kama Sutra game. I think you know it. Spin the bottle and the two of you do a random Kama Sutra position that you pull from a bowl. All of the people I have met know the entire Kama Sutra by heart. How do they all know the entire Kama Sutra by heart?

Everyone laughed. Even Dillon. I just looked at him. And waited.

"They know them because they have tried them all so many times," said Dillan. "Classic memorization practice. Repeat, repeat, repeat."

"I never thought of it that way," said Amara. "But you're right. And Ireland, you can ask me anything. I'm not ashamed of my disability. Curiosity is normal."

I don't know how she knew, but she knew.

"How many of the positions can you do?" I asked. For some reason Amara looked at Ruby who smiled and nodded. Amara laughed.

"All of them," she said. How? No, really how? Amara is now floating towards me. She pushed me on my back and laid down on me.

And bounced just a little while we kissed. We both rolled through an orgasm and she ended up laying on me. Then she floated up and floated right back to where she started.

"Is that based on your telekinetic abilities?" asked Dillon. Ruby laughed.

"You're good at hiding it," said Dillon. "You're not great at hiding it."

"No," said Ruby. "It's based on our ability to fly. Telekinesis doesn't explain the speeds we can achieve."

Dillon was thoughtful for a moment.

"So those really were sonic booms," said Dillon and Ruby just lost it laughing. Then she crawled over and pushed Dillon onto his back and settled onto his cock.

"I'm still learning the customs," said Dillon. "Is this a yes fuck or a no fuck?" Ruby smiled at him.

"Think that one through," said Ruby. Dillon thought a bit.

"Yes," said Dillon. "Because No wouldn't result in a fuck." Ruby touched her nose, and everyone laughed.

"Cool," I said. "You all play charades."

"Oh yes," said Tomas. "But we might have changed the rewards for the winner a bit."

I can live with that.

Ruby just exploded and Dillon just filled her up. This time Ruby floated back to her spot. Now she is sitting crisscross with cum slowly oozing out. Amara is on her left and Tavi is on her right. They're taking turns scooping it up and licking it off. Oh, Tavi just offered a finger full of Dillon's cum to Tomas. Who appears to like it. As does Ruby.

OK then. Tavi offered me a nice glob.

Tasty. Which is how I ended up pushing Tavi onto his back and climbing on. We're just bouncing.

"The game would not have been fair if Tavi hasn't cum too," I said.

"Well," said Amara. "Ya gotta be fair."

Yes you do.

Now people are scooping up cum oozing out of me.

Did I mention we're on the beach? Surrounded by some people I've met and many I haven't?

A solid dozen of which are standing and watching. One young woman walked up.

"I'm Karolina," she said. "Can I have a scoop?" I laid back onto the sand.

"Feel free to take as much as you want," I said. Oh God. She's good at it. She licked and sucked and just climbed up my body. To kiss it to me.

Yep. Fun people. The funny thing is that we didn't ever play the game, but I learned eleven new positions.

Eleven. All have to be with different partners.

Searching out number 12 now.

I like it here.

We finally wore out, at least the boys, and Ruby and Tavi started a fire in the firepit. Ruby had a picnic basket and opened it up.

Oh God, I love s'mores. I didn't realize what a flexible taste treat they were. Ruby liked hers burned to a crisp, as in she let them catch on fire.

And occasionally ate one. That was on fire.

Ruby is different.

"Not really," said Ruby. "Yes, I suppose, in the wild. But not really here." Which is when Tomas ate one on fire too.

Somehow that ended up with Tomas in the middle of a train with me in the front and Dillon in the back. It might have been unrelated.

But fun.

I will have to tell more stories.

Casper is struggling

I like Casper. I really do. But he is struggling in his new role and is new to Dionysus and I haven't figured out how to get past it. I realize that it is due to his upbringing but sometimes it is hard to accept, or worse, forgive.

But I'm fucking stubborn and while the easy way out would be to demote him or even fire him, I'm treating it as a teaching opportunity.

This is Aja. You see, I'm kind of the problem, or people like me. Casper is 35. He's tall, he's freaking sexy, and he knows it. That's not even the problem. I'd fuck him in a heartbeat. In the ass. He needs someone like me to fuck him in the ass with a big dildo.

But we're all about consent. But I haven't fucked him or let him fuck me for one big reason.

He is so freaking dismissive. That's the problem. His view of kids in the military is totally at odds with our culture. His view of girl kids in the military is even worse. Oh he loves to fuck the girls, but even there, I'm told he's demanding and condescending. While fucking.

Good grief.

I need some coaching. He was also my first big hire that I didn't involve Leslie. He interviewed so freaking well. Most of the interviewing was done by Maria. She's moved up to two stars and runs training for all parts of our military now, not just pilots. She's damn good at it, but she's also an adult. She did mention that he was a little odd in the interviews, but that overall it went well. She's in New York now too, so my problem.

He did fine with me in the interview, of sorts. You could tell he didn't quite get why he was talking to me, particularly considering I was wearing a romper. He mentioned several times that it was an inappropriate choice for such a meeting.

Well, it's my uniform romper, dude. Did ya not notice the stars embroidered on it?

I should have caught the red flags. I really should and I know it. Fuck. This is embarrassing. OK, I admit, I don't quite understand how I have this job. I'm 10 and I'm small.

I'm a firecracker in bed, though. Maybe that's the big problem.

He hasn't fucked me yet. Oh hell yes it is yet, regardless of how he feels. Either he is going to turn the corner and fit in, in which case we'll get horizontal, or he's not, in which case he gets to move back to his small town in Russia. Even that's not right. He doesn't have to fuck me but if he becomes the kind of man he needs to become, he'll likely want to fuck me. That's not quite right either. I am sure he would willingly fuck me. He needs to be the kind of man that I would let fuck me.

Fuck.

I know what I need to do, but I'm embarrassed. Suck it up, buttercup. Text her.

Shit.

I need help. I have a new team member that isn't fitting in

She replied first with a smiley face and that she'd be here in five. I'd said I was at home. My house is one cul-de-sac over from Leslie's in Robertville. My freaking house. Sure, a mansion on the water. A staff. Just a normal situation for the 10-year-old that leads the freaking space force.

I might be part of the problem.

I was lying out on the lanai, looking over the water, when Leslie arrived. I'm in my romper, which is damn near all I wear. I'd gotten a little warm, so I'd jumped into the water. My romper was thin, wet, transparent, and stuck to my skin.

I heard Leslie's intake of breath before I saw her. She walked around and stood in front of me, in a similar romper. She pulled off her sunglasses and threw them on the lounge next to me and did a perfect dive into the sea. I wish I had a slow motion video of her getting out. Climbing the ladder. Flipping her hair back. The now transparent romper molded to her D cup breasts. Her nipples erect and prominent.

Shit. I just had an orgasm scoping out my boss.

Wait. That's a good thing. She walked over and crawled up my body. She gave me a tender kiss.

And then rolled off beside me.

"Shit," I said, and Leslie laughed.

"After girl," she said. "Is Lawrence here? I could use some Lawrence. So could you."

I just shook my head no.

"Then why are you here?" asked Leslie.

"Huh?" I asked and she just shook her head.

"Girl, we gonna talk," said Leslie, just letting it roll off her tongue.

"But first we need to talk," said Leslie, in her professional voice, which is pretty close to her dom voice.

"Was that your professional voice or your dom voice?" I asked. Leslie looked thoughtful.

"They're pretty close, aren't they?" she said. "Assume that if I am not wearing leather or holding a crop, that it is my professional voice."

"Good thing we got that cleared up," I said.

"Might be an interesting role play to blend the two," said Leslie. I think my moan was my response.

"So what's up?" said Leslie and I laughed.

"That's your I'm here to help voice. It's one I hear a lot," I said.

"And that's your I think I fucked up but really didn't voice," said Leslie. "So move it along. Let's fix the crisis so we can get naked."

"Oh no," I said. "You're getting fucked with the wet romper on."

That got me a huge smile from Leslie. Then she pulled her top down and flashed me and laughed.

"You've done that in almost every meeting we've been in," I said.

"Almost? When did I fall down on my job?" asked Leslie.

"When we testified before Congress," I said.

Then we both laughed.

"I would have, if I'd thought of it," said Leslie.

"I never doubted it for a minute," I said.

"Then he would have been hard and pee covered," said Leslie. Yeah, yeah, I'll tell the story later.

"I brought in a new guy to lead the Space Marines. He's perfect for the job. He's a former astronaut and has been on the ISS. He's smart, competent, and capable and is failing miserably," I said.

"He's a misogynistic twit, huh?" said Leslie.

"How in the fuck would you know that?" I said.

"Because if he was not capable of doing the job, you would have fixed it. Fired him or demoted him. Which means it is something big, but not related to his skillset," said Leslie. "Given he is in the military, he's likely cocky, and arrogant, which you can manage, or a twit, which you can't."

"Can't?" I said. "So I should give up and fire him." Leslie laughed.

"Maybe," she said. "Tell me about his family."

"He's married and his wife, Anfisa, is a nurse at the hospital. I met her and she seems nice," I said. "He has two kids. A son, Isay, who is 10 and a daughter, Marfa, who is 9."

"Russian," said Leslie and I nodded. "What are the kids like?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"You didn't interview the family together?" said Leslie. I shook my head no.

"You need to," said Leslie. "The dynamics are meaningful. You might have caught this before you hired him. Or you wouldn't have, but would have insights, which leads me to my suggestion. You and Lawrence should invite the family over for a cookout lunch and an afternoon playing on the water."

"So I can see them as a family?" I said.

"Yes," she replied. "It won't answer your question, but it will humanize you both."

"I don't know if Lawrence will do it," I said, a little sad. Leslie laughed.

"If you asked Lawrence to cut a hole in the ice on the South Pole and to jump in the water, he'd just ask where he could find a towel," said Leslie. "He loves you. You love him. You both know it. Which leads to my question about why you live here."

"It's where you are, or at least are most of the time," I said. "I felt like I should be too."

Leslie let out a snort.

"We have space planes. It's a 4-minute flight. Live where the fuck you want," said Leslie. "Girl, you love him. Be with him. Give him space, so choose a Vino City house, too. Not too far, but not too close. Keep this one. Use it as your escape. Spend more nights with him. He knows it, he's just struggling with the age difference. Make it normal for him."

"Where does this guy live?" asked Leslie.

"Vino City," I said.

"OK," said Leslie. "Do this. I barely use my house. Move into it. You can either keep it, or choose your own, but for now keep it simple. We have similar tastes but treat it as yours. I can always stay in someone else's house or stay with you."

"Girl," I said. "You stayin' with me." I matched her earlier voice. Then I leered at her.

We were both laughing when Lawrence walked out on to the porch.

"Aja is moving to Vino City," said Leslie. "You good with that?"

I think Lawrence might have broken his smile muscles. Can you break a smile muscle? He swept me up into his arms and kissed me.

I like it when he does that.

"Since that appeared to be taken as good news," said Leslie. "The two of you should fuck." With that, she got up and started to leave.

"You're not going anywhere," I growled. Leslie turned back and laughed.

"See," she said. "You can be tough when you need to be."

She walked back over and pushed us onto our backs. By then I was sitting on Lawrence's lap. Right on his hard cock. His not yet naked hard cock. We needed to do something about that.

So Leslie and I stripped him. I got right back into my spot on his legs, then lifted up and lowered myself down onto his simply spectacular cock. I was leisurely bouncing up and down and Lawrence was giving me the attention I needed when I realized something.

Leslie had left.

I love that woman.

They'll be here soon

Why do I feel like a nervous preteen? Maybe because I am a nervous preteen. It's late morning on Saturday and Casper and his family were arriving shortly. This was a make or break day, and he didn't know it.

The front door opened and in walked a young woman, who my educated guess would say is Marfa. Isay was right behind her and they ran right in. Casper and his wife waited at the door and Anfisa called from the door.

"May we come in?" asked Anifsa, in a loud voice. Marfa turned around.

"Mom, we were invited," said Marfa. "No one knocks here. The houses don't even have doorbells."

"She's right," said Lawrence. We were standing there, and he casually had his arm around me. He was in board shorts and a T-shirt and looked very unnerd-like. Lawrence is a hunk who doesn't know he is a hunk which is the best kind of hunk.

And that made sense.

Anfisa and Casper walked in. Casper walked right over and held out his hand.

To Lawrence.

Of course he did. Then he did even one better.

"You must be Aja's father," he said. "I'm Casper." Lawrence took his hand and shook it and smiled.

"I'm Lawrence," he said. "I'm Aja's boyfriend and lover." Oh snap.

Casper pulled his hand away like he had been slapped.

"That just can't be," said Casper. "Girls are good for fucking, not a relationship."

"Dad, you're a twit," said Marfa. "You're going to get your ass fired pretty soon. Aja's not going to put up with your outdated bullshit. We're in Aja's beautiful home, to which we have been invited, and you're already insulting her. Get over yourself. Quickly. I don't want to go back to Russia."

That stopped Casper in his tracks. What happened next almost made his head explode. She took Isay's hand and pulled him over to us.

"May I kiss you?" she asked, of me. I smiled and nodded, and she leaned in for one hell of a kiss. Then she repeated the request and the kiss with Lawrence.

Then Isay did the same thing. Casper really didn't like Isay kissing Lawrence. Not at all.

Then Anfisa walked over.

And asked if she could kiss me. Holy shit that woman is a good kisser. Lawrence clearly thought so too.

"It's how we greet people here, Dad," said Isay. "You really are being a dick. Good god. You knew what to expect. We talked to you about what to expect. Grow up or go home." Isay turned to me.

"If you fire him, is there any way for Marfa and me to stay?" asked Isay. That really threw Casper. He took a deep breath and let it out.

"I find this all confusing," he said.

Well that's a start.

"Perhaps we could move out of the foyer first?" I said, laughing. "This is kind of the point of today. To get to know each other better and to share a little more about living in Dionysus. I can understand you're confused. Imagine me. I'm freaking 10-years-old and the Admiral of Star Fleet."

"You actually call it Star Fleet? You can do that?" said Isay.

"The kingdom owns ViacomCBS," I said.

"Of course you do," said Anfisa, laughing.

You. She referred to me as part of the kingdom. I'm not part of the kingdom.

"What was that, Countess Aja?" said Leslie, in my head. I think I covered OK. Maybe.

Leslie is now laughing in my head.

That's weird.

"May I make another suggestion?" said Lawrence. Everyone agreed, including me. I like this more assertive Lawrence.

"Why don't we not talk about the topic. You're all missing the point," said Lawrence. "Today is about getting to know each other. Let's have lunch out on the boat, ride the wave runners, go down the slide. All those things you can do on a boat."

"Slide?" asked Anfisa. Lawrence and I laughed.

"Everything he said, and you focused on the slide?" I said. "You'll see. This house has a shared marina. I signed out a larger boat. It has a slide. You can slide into the pool or over the side."

"The pool," said Casper. "Your boat has a pool. On the boat. How big is your boat?"

"This one is 110. Meters," I said.

"Well then I guess it can have a pool," said Casper, smiling. I like informal Casper.

Just then, Nicky and Danny walked in. The staff. My staff. I have staff. Why do I have staff?

OK, I am the Admiral of Star Fleet, but I meant a staff at home.

Nicky is 17 and Danny is 15. They're also gorgeous. And talented. Lawrence would agree. Talented.

"Whenever you're ready," said Nicky. "No rush."

He and Danny started to turn.

"Wait up," I said. "Introduce yourselves. All of you."

We did all the introductions. Clearly Isay liked what he saw, and I liked what I saw. His thick 7-inch (18 cm) cock. Soft. He was in a speedo. I like his speedo.

Then again, Marfy is in a tankini and rocks it. She has nice little nipple bumps, kind of like I do.

I like nipple bumps.

"So let's get one elephant out of the room," said Marfy. "Are we going to get naked and fuck on this boat?"

"I am," I said.

"Me too," said Lawrence.

Nicky and Danny just nodded. Danny might have upped the game a little when she took off her top.

Danny has very nice C cups. Very freaking nice C cups.

A little jealous of her C cups.

Like to suck on her C cups.

Might be focusing too much on her C cups.

Well, I'm dripping wet.

Which means I have a very visible wet spot. Which Isay just noticed. And likes.

"I'm in," said Isay.

"Me too," said Marfy. We all turned to Anfisa and Casper.

"Are you kidding?" said Anfisa. "I'm in. With all of you. You're adorable, Aja. Am I allowed to say that?"

"You're encouraged to say that" said Lawrence. "After all, it is a factual statement."

My sweet nerd.

"Let's hit the boat," said Lawrence. He pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts.

Thanks for setting the example there, boyfriend.

"That's the first time you've used boyfriend," thought Lawrence. "I like it."

Me too, Lawrence, me too.

He walked over and held his hands over his head. I have no idea why. Oh! I raised my hands, and he pulled my top up and off.

Then Marfy pulled off my shorts. Marfy, who is already naked, next to Isay, who is also naked and hung like a damn horse. He has at least a 9-inch (23 cm) cock. It wasn't intentional, but I stared at Isay's cock and then turned.

To look at Casper. We all freaking turned to look at Casper. He was a little slow, but he took a big breath again and dropped his shorts.

Oh hell we all moaned, even his own kids. He has a 12-inch (30.5 cm), if not 13-inch cock.

"Who wants Casper to fuck them?" asked Anfisa, laughing.

Every single hand went up, including Anfisa, Marfa, and Isay.

And Lawrence, Danny, Nicky, and me.

"Ya got 7 in ya, Dad?" asked Isay. "I do."

Oh. Goody.

"Yay," said Lawrence.

Finally, everyone laughed, including Casper.

"So basically, I'm supposed to treat everyone as an adult. Marfa. Isay. Especially Aja. Is that right?" asked Casper. "Am I oversimplifying?"

"No, you're not oversimplifying," said Marfa. "Yes, that's what you're supposed to do. You know the age rules. That's all you have to remember. I know I turn you on. There is no reason not to fuck me. There is no reason to not fuck Aja."

"But she's my boss!" he said. In a tone I didn't like.

He took another deep breath.

"Wow, that sounded really bad," said Casper. "Holy shit. I've been an asshole."

"Yes, you have," I said. "It's not just about treating younger people as adults. You have to treat women as your equal. You act like men are superior."

"No I don't. Oh shit, maybe I do. I do like working with women," said Casper. "And you're the best boss I've ever had, by a huge margin. You leave the decisions to me. You've coached me and provided me information that I didn't have, but you've never once said no. I fucked up pretty badly in a decision early on and your only question was what did I learn from it. That blunder cost millions."

"What did I tell you at the time?" I said. He laughed.

"You said that you were glad that I had failed, because anyone that never failed wasn't trying hard enough," he said. "And you meant it."

"Yes, I did, but losing money is one thing. Losing teammates is another. We don't fuck that up," I said.

"Agreed," he said. "Completely. Oh God. What I said when I first came in. Jesus. I am a... what word did you use?"

"Twit," said Marfa.

"We're not even out of the foyer yet, and I've learned a lot. Why aren't we out of the foyer?" asked Casper.

Nicky led the way, which we all enjoyed. Nicky has a wonderful ass. So does Danny. Hey, we like a nice ass. Lawrence and I walked out with Casper and Anfisa. Lawrence took my hand and Casper noticed. He smiled and took Anfisa's hand.

"I'd suggest that if you haven't cum yet today," said Lawrence. "Do not waste that cum on Aja. Make it your second or third cum so you can last. It will be a transcendent experience."

"You just called sex with me transcendent," I said.

"Because it is," said Lawrence. "It is."

Casper didn't get a say in the matter. Anfisa and Lawrence planned everything out. My nerd stud was planning our afternoon of sex with six other people.

Works for me.

We'll just say my relationship with Casper and his family improved.

Repeatedly.

Do you know they had no idea of the uses for spatulas?

They do now.

You may shove this up your ass

This is Aja. I have to tell the story of testifying. It started off on the wrong foot and Leslie was Leslie. The US Congress sent us both subpoenas demanding that we testify. Yes, they used the word demanding.

Leslie doesn't like demanding. Dionysus is a polite culture.

She responded quickly.

"You may shove this subpoena up your ass," replied Leslie. "Try again politely. Use the word please."

They responded. They got sterner.

Leslie posted it on her Twitter account. I believe her caption was If I paint myself orange, I don't have to appear. There was a picture of her hand, colored orange.

They sent a third letter.

She posted a picture of herself at a conference room table. There was a large window, and you could see the surface of the moon and the Earth was visible too.

"I'm at the meeting. How come you haven't shown up? Ask nicely."

Then she posted a picture of an arrest warrant, for the chairman of the committee, with a charge of too stupid to say please. It was taped to the cell of the orange one and his minions. They were visible in the background. They didn't look good. They weren't handling prison well.

And yes there was a window through which you could see the Earth.

The next subpoena was dripping with syrupy language, including the word please.

Leslie posted it again.

"Their snark isn't worthy of a toddler. Try harder, but we accept."

Leslie was just getting started.

We discussed, at length, which uniforms we should wear. Maybe discussed isn't the right word. We modeled them for each other. And for Lawrence, Hunter, and Hallie. Both Heathers, too. Tomas, too, although I don't know why. Happy about it though.

I really don't know why, but did we need a reason why? Once we made the decision, we had one hell of an orgy.

Pretty much how all our meetings end.

The decision was khaki slacks and simple polos shirts with the Dionysus Space Force crest. At least ours doesn't look kind of like the Star Trek symbol. It is the Star Trek symbol. Once the family bought ViacomCBS, it was the obvious choice. Orlando is remaking the franchise, but using our actual tech. People were going to believe it was incredible CGI, particularly the colors of Nibiru.

We were going to let them believe that.

I'll leave that to another entry. Our polo shirts also have our rank embroidered on the collar. I chose a YInMn Blue. If you don't know what that is, Google it. The capitalization is correct. Weird, but correct. The logo and my rank are in a darker blue. They blend, a little.

Leslie chose white. Leslie, being Leslie, is not wearing a bra. The white is quite opaque, for which I give her credit, but the shirt is form fitting. I won't say it is too small because it isn't. It is flattering. Very fucking flattering.

My nipple bumps did not compete.

"Hold up," said Leslie. She went over and pulled a different shirt off the hanger. One that matches hers. White with the logo and rank in YInMn Blue. Which she just happened to have in her closet.

"If there was a reason I had this in the closet, it feels like this might be it," said Leslie. I pulled off my shirt and heard a gasp. I spun around and looked at Tomas.

"Was that gasp for me? My nipple bumps?" I said. "Me?"

Tomas just smiled and pointed.

At his rock hard cock. I know I looked surprised. Leslie held out the shirt again.

"Put on the shirt," she said. "Trust me."

I slipped it over my head and pulled it down. It was formfitting, too. Just as I had it down, there were moans. Not a moan.

Moans. Including from Leslie. She pulled me over in front of the mirrors.

Oh God, I'm sexy. Me. I'm fucking sexy. I'm thin and I work out a lot, just like Leslie. The shirt actually highlighted our abs. Leslie's shirt molded against her D cups and she looked smoking hot.

And professional.

A killer combination.

I looked like a successful military preteen. I mean it. The look works. I've never thought of myself as pretty.

Lawrence walked over. He'd clearly read me.

And pointed at his hard cock.

Oh.

"You know you're beautiful. Deep down you do. Intellectually. It's your heart that does not yet believe," said Lawrence. "My head and my heart believe. To me, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Now you need to believe."

I turned to him and looked him in the eye.

"That was fucking smooth, dude," I said. The entire room broke up into laughter, including Lawrence and me.

"I'm learning," said Lawrence, blushing like the nerd he is.

I pulled him over to the mirror. We look good together. We do.

"You know you're smooth. Deep down you do. Intellectually. It's your heart that does not yet believe," I said. "My head and my heart believe. To me, you are the smoothest and most beautiful man in the world. Now you need to believe."

He turned to me.

"You memorized it word for word," he said.

"Dude, it's on a loop in my head," I said. "It is my mantra now. My driving force."

He almost came back with a joke but caught himself. See? Smooth.

I did get a kiss. A very sexy, passionate kiss. After he picked me up. I'm little. It works the best.

Which is why we left The Falls with my nipples just pushing out my shirt. I'm freaking horny. Leslie sat on one side of me and Lawrence on the other. I was just vibrating with energy. They looked at each other, over my head.

Short, remember. Leslie reached over and started tweaking my nipple. Lawrence unzipped my shorts and slipped his hands into my pants. It's not like there were panties in the way. He slid a finger in and gently rubbed my clit with his thumb. Leslie slid her hand under my shirt and was really twisting my nipples. Going back and forth.

They sent me over, but you could tell they managed it to take me over nicely, but not squirt.

That would have been messy.

This is how I walked up to the Guard desk with solidly erect nipples and the flush of a fresh orgasm.

The guard noticed. Oh how she noticed. Yes, she. She is also young.

"Our school?" asked Leslie. The young woman nodded.

"We'll be here a bit. Will you?" asked Leslie. The young woman bit her lip and nodded.

"Until 6 pm," she said, smiling. "I'm Anya."

"We'll find you, Anya," I said. Leslie looked around and no one was really looking. She hit Anya with a smile. Just a small smile. A small orgasm smile.

If she'd hit her with her big orgasm smile, she would have been writhing on the floor moaning. I know this from experience.

We headed up to the committee room and I was jacked up. This was cool. Leslie clearly was too. Do you know how I can tell?

All four of our nipples were hard as a rock. I have a feeling they might be all day long.

It is a good thing we both have nice nipples. Big nipples that prominently push out our shirt and are visibly puffy. Hell, my entire breast bump is the nipple on Leslie's D cups.

I am struggling to not moan.

They went ahead and seated us at the table. We'd had a lot of discussions on who should join us. We were given four more seats. We went with the team that developed the starship. Rollo, Ledna, Xita, and Kiku. Rollo and Ledna have both grown and gotten super buff. Kiku's puffies are now amazing A cups. Xita has nipple bumps, just like me.

They're a fucking stunning group. A group I was fucking, after our testimony. With Anya, I hope.

They were all in khakis but had gone bold. Rollo was wearing the YInMn Blue shirt. Ledna was in a rich red. Bright, but not eye popping. Not Target Red. Just a hint of burgundy. Kiku is in bright yellow. Those A cups. Xita is in bright green. Not neon, but bright. They'd all chosen the breathable material. What you wear to exercise. Thin.

Formfitting.

All have a single star on their collars. They're the team. I've got three stars. Leslie has four.

Damn straight we're kids.

The Congressmen and Congresswomen came in and sat at their big, curved desk thing. They looked like they were impersonating the Knights of the Round Table but doing it as uptight white people.

The committee chairman started off badly. His first two words.

"We demand," he said, and it was all he got out.

He was about to experience the Full Leslie. He might not survive. His tenure in public office is over. He doesn't know it, but I do.

He will. Momentarily.

"You won't demand shit," said Leslie, talking right over him.

"You have no right to demand that we do anything. The five young women and men with me designed and built our first starship. They are part of the team that built the tech that saved this planet. All six of us flew on the day. My 9-year-old brother flew. My 7-year-old brother and sister flew. My fucking 5-year-old brother and sister flew. My entire family was up there. My Mom. My Dad. Every one of my siblings. My friends flew. We all fucking flew.

"We. Lost. Our. Friend.

"You are in that chair, in this building, on this planet because people like us flew. You have no right to demand anything. Maybe when the people up there all flew, they could demand but they wouldn't, and do you know why? Because they were all raised to say fucking please!"

She freaking shouted that last sentence. It was the crescendo of an overwhelming speech. She sat down.

"Perhaps we should start again," said Leslie, in a calm, quiet voice.

I've never been in a quieter room. Not a sound. Nothing. He just stared at us. The entire committee did. Then his pen started rolling away from him. Now the room was mesmerized. We were all watching the pen. In slow motion. He lunged for it just as it rolled off the edge. The clatter of that hitting the ground sounded like an explosion in this quiet room.

He sat back up looking at us. He was in a bad spot. The proverbial rock and a hard place. If he continued his aggressive approach, Leslie would move to the disembowelment stage. If she hadn't already. If he was polite, he was cowed into place by a 16-year-old girl.

He went with semi-polite.

"We would like to know more about your space capabilities," he said, softly.

Leslie just sat there with her arms crossed and waited. With a small smile. He waited too. It was a bad move. She leaned up to the mic.

"I don't respond to my kids when they don't say please either," she said, softly. I thought his head was going to explode.

Through gritted teeth, he almost growled the word please.

"No," said Leslie.

"Did you say no?" he asked. He will never learn.

"No. It's a simple word. You don't need to know. You don't deserve to know. Perhaps most important, we don't trust you to know. I've never seen that more clearly displayed than this hearing. It's a topic of those of us on the council. Should we share space. A few think we should. Most of us, including Aja and me, believe we shouldn't. We. Don't. Trust. You. You will expand your narcissistic world-view towards space. You'll still feel superior and frankly you're not. If you were, you would have space planes, not us. Someone like me wouldn't be the Minister of Defense, it would be some hawk. Some old, white, male warmonger that somehow personally profits off war.

"So no. We are not telling you a thing. We are not providing the tech. We are comfortable controlling the tech and will continue to do so," she said. The gallery was quiet. Everyone was quiet.

This is a lot of fun.

"You have to!" he shouted.

"You don't understand mamas very well," said Leslie. "I said no. There is no more to discuss."

She sat back with her arms folded. Smiling. Maybe smirking.

"We will compel you to testify!" he shouted. Leslie turned to me but leaned into the mic.

"Compel," she said. "I win the bet."

"Dammit, I thought arrest would come first," I said, also leaning into the mic.

"We will arrest you!" he shouted.

"So close," I added. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a dollar bill. I popped it once, pulling it open in front of me, and handed it to Leslie. It is an iconic scene in Trading Places. For some reason cameras were allowed in today and they caught a perfect still shot of me handing it to her.

Perfect.

I suspect he allowed cameras because he was going to show us how it is done.

Go back to Canada, you Texas turd.

Oops. Did I say that out loud?

It appears I did.

Finally the laughter stopped and a friendly senator from New York asked a question. She's very pretty.

Chris will ensure she is elected once she hits 35. She will and you don't doubt it.

"I admit I am confused. I know pilots, that have their own planes, that are students at your school here in the US. You won't share information about this tech with us, but you'll let them have a plane?" she asked.

"Yes," said Leslie. "We trust them."

"You trust kids at your school more than United States Senators," said the Senator. Leslie just smiled. Finally she spoke.

"I didn't realize that was a question," said Leslie. "I thought it was a statement of fact."

Just then the Capitol Police burst into the room, with guns drawn. This shit was getting interesting.

"Arrest them!" shouted the chairman, pointing at us.

The Capitol Police looked at us, then back at him, then back at us. Leslie and I both smiled. Big.

They all closed their eyes quickly. The one woman officer didn't close hers quite quick enough. Sure, vibrate through that orgasm.

We also didn't realize that AOC was behind them and in our line of sight.

Sorry about that. I almost lost it when she mouthed "not sorry".

Finally, the most senior officer turned to the Senator.

"You want us to arrest high-ranking military officers from another country that are here on a diplomatic passport?" he asked.

"They're US citizens!" he shouted. He shouts a lot.

"Excuse me," I said, into the mic. "But I'm not, and none of the four of them are. Which leaves Princess Leslie. Ya sure you want to do that?"

"I don't," said the police officer. I think the Senator had a mental break at that point. I really do. He lunged and pulled the gun out of the cop's holster and turned and pointed it at us.

"You're under arrest!" he shouted. Then the gun moved. It started pointing down. Farther and farther.

Until it was pointed at his own foot.

"Bang," said Leslie into the mic.

Oh boy. The Senator just peed himself. Wearing a light gray suit. As in a yellow puddle on the floor.

That's not a good look.

But it is freaking hilarious.

AOC walked over and picked up the gavel.

"Meeting adjourned," she said, hammering down the gavel.

I wonder if she wants to join us tonight. Given she just smiled at me and nodded, I suspect there is more to her than I realize.

And I hope to see it all. And more. That made her laugh, and nod again.

Oh yay.

The meeting had taken all day. We picked up Anya on the way out.

The evening was legendary.

From humble beginnings to the Colbert show

This is freaking weird. I'm going on Colbert. It was supposed to be Leslie, with me tagging along, but Leslie had a last minute conflict and couldn't make it.

Sure.

She suggested I take Lawrence on with me. I thought he'd say no, but it turns out he loves Stephen Colbert and is really psyched.

OK then. This is a result of the Congressional hearing, which is why they wanted Leslie. Stephen seemed to take it well once he found out that I'm the Admiral in charge of Star Fleet. I am not sure that his team did quite enough research, because when I met him in the Green room, I was clearly a surprise.

"You're handling this well," I said, and he laughed.

"Absolutely nothing surprises me of your country anymore," said Stephen.

Lawrence and I watched his monologue from the wings and Lawrence took my hand, which he knows I love. He does too, but he lets it be my thing. It was time to walk out, and I expected Lawrence to let go, but he didn't. We sat down and did the introductions.

"So I have to put it right out there," said Stephen. "The two of you walked out holding hands. What should I read into that?"

"Well, Stephen, just a show of affection for the woman I love," said Lawrence, before I could jump in. Well now. Stephen was taken aback and didn't know what to do.

I don't think I made it much better.

"Our world is a little different than yours, Stephen," I said. "I'm the Fleet Admiral for Star Fleet. I command a team with multiple Starships. We're exploring the galaxies. It's exciting and interesting and fulfilling. Forget chronological age. Age just isn't a thing."

"OK," said Stephen. "I've met enough people from the extended family to understand that a bit. I honestly don't know how I feel about that, but I do know it is not my decision. Feel free to pass on the question, but how do you handle it in a country like the US where it just isn't legal?"

"Well, Stephen," said Lawrence. God I love this. "You misunderstand how this all works. Certainly, we have to abide by decency laws in public, none of which would apply at home, but my affection for Aja is entirely legal here. She is a legal adult in every jurisdiction in the world because she is a legal adult in Dionysus. I mean come on. She can be the fleet admiral but not have an older boyfriend? She's been on dozens of planets. So have I. Heck, we christened them all. Aja said it well. Age just isn't a thing. There is actually a funny story to that. It has become a bit of a mantra for us, but the first person that used it to describe our culture was your President."

Stephen sat there for a moment.

"OK," he said. "That I understand. But let's go back to the decency laws that wouldn't apply in Dionysus."

Lawrence left this one for me.

"Well, Stephen," I said. "Have you heard the crazy rumors that on the beach there could be hundreds of people all going at it, all within our rules?"

Stephen laughed.

I just waited him out. I admit, I did not expect this exact reaction, but perhaps I should have.

Stephen moaned. Before he could even get it fully out, Lawrence jumped in.

And talked over him. Well played, smooth man.

"Why don't we get back on topic," said Lawrence. "We know you really wanted Leslie, and we're inferior replacements, but hey, the show must go on." We all laughed a little and Stephen smiled at Lawrence.

He understood what just happened.

Here's the part that blew me away. Lawrence is funny. Really funny. On target on every question. Not dominating at all. We both were part of the show, but I kind of expected that I'd have to carry it.

Nope.

My nerd is a humor God. Stephen called it one of his Top 5 shows ever.

My man.

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